Tormented Twins
by Paul Gable 


FOREWORD 

One need only tune in the television set during prime time on any evening of 
the week to witness a seemingly endless barrage of violence in the form of 
"entertainment". Whether it be cops pursuing robbers, or cowboys gunning 
down Indians, the pattern is invariably the same. The fact that no one is 
really hurt, at least physically, is also common to them all. 

But real violence does exist, and real people, good and bad, are maimed and 
killed in the streets and homes of America. There are criminals in our 
midst, people who would steal or rape or kill at the slightest provocation, 
people who have no respect whatsoever for human life. 

Janice Granger is the victim of three such people. Innocent of any crime 
against man, she nevertheless finds herself tortured and faced with 
disfigurement and death because she is mistaken for her twin sister, Patty. 

TORMENTED TWINS is the shocking story of a young girl's ordeal. An ordeal 
that any of us might face one day. 

-The Publisher 


CHAPTER ONE 

"Don't you ever say anything like that to me again!" 

The perky teenaged blonde flushed red as she clutched the books to her tits 
and backed against the lockers. Her fingers were trembling while she looked 
nervously around for help. It was nearly five o'clock. No one was there! 

"Come on. The way you were comin' on to me ... shit, you wanna get a taste 
of my cock, don'tcha?" 

Jack Hawkins was scratching his groin, gathering his pants around that hard, 
long thick cock. Janice Granger's eyes raced down to his crotch, then 
dropped modestly to the floor. It was Patty's fault. It had to be. Her twin 
sister was getting her into trouble again. 

"If you do anything more, if you say anything more, I'll call for the 
police," Janice said, her voice low and trembling. 

The cocky smile faded on Jack's face, replaced by a stare of anger. 

"You go around and play cock-tease, then you tell me you're gonna call the 
cops. Listen, you goddamned little slut, you ain't gonna swish that ass 
around and hold out on me, understand? I don't take that kind of shit from 
any cunt." 

The words cut cruelly into Janice's pride. She moved slowly down the hall, 
her back banging against locks and locker door handles as she prayed someone 
would come in and help her. She shouldn't have stayed late to work on the 
school newspaper. But the article on the upcoming band contest had to be 
finished. Of course she could always shout for Mr. Davis, but the staff room 
was on the other side of the massive school building. Where in God's name 
was the janitor? 

"I've been lookin' at them tits, baby. I wanna put my mouth on them tits and 
suck nice and hard, feel those nipples grow in my mouth." Jack was licking 
his lips, his fingers moving, making pinching movements as if he already had 
her tit tips between them. 

Janice was horrified. Her sister had always been getting her into trouble, 
flirting with boys, then running away, leaving her to pick up the pieces. 
More than once Janice had almost gotten raped. Thank God she'd managed to 
save her cherry. Boys, men! They were all alike, just as her mother said. 
All they wanted to do was slip between your legs and get a little pussy. 
Then you wouldn't see them at all. 

"You want Patty, my twin," Janice said, her chest tightening with panic. 

"Huh?" Jack wrinkled up his forehead. 

God, how could her sister have seen anything in this animal? He must have 
had the intelligence of a pet rock! 

"Please. I've got a twin sister, Patty. She's like that, flirting all the 
time. Please, I don't like doing this sort of thing," Janice said, flushing 
to the roots of her hair. 

Jack tilted his head to one side, brushing several strands of black hair 
from his ruggedly handsome face. Although he was only eighteen, he certainly 
looked ten years older. There was an outdoor look about him-ruddy skin, high 
cheekbones, aquiline nose, broad shoulders, a massive chest tapering down to 
a narrow waist. Everything spoke of hard work, of muscle, of male. Janice 
felt an attraction, something warm and stirring between her legs. And when 
he narrowed his eyes and studied her now, she could understand Patty's 
initial attraction to him. Even at her age the blonde girl was experiencing 
the powerful emotions of sexual arousal a mature woman did. 

Once more Janice dropped her eyes and flushed. What was happening to her? 
Was she turning into the wild kind of slut her sister was? Ohhh, the 
sensation between her legs was becoming maddening. It was like having a 
single drop of pussy juice trickling slowly down between her frizzled blonde 
cunt hairs. The girl tried to ignore the hot, mushy feeling down there. Her 
little fuzz-covered cunt was so soft, so hot, dripping with juice now. It 
was a reaction she never would have thought possible, at least not that 
strong. She had decided to give her life over to study and improvement of 
her mind. 

"Twin, huh? Baby, maybe that's so. But I can tell you want it as bad as she 
does," Jack said, his thick sensuous lips curling up into a smile. 

Janice shook her head from side to side, feeling tears welling up in her 
eyes. No, that wasn't true! She wasn't interested in him or in any man yet. 
Janice had always pictured herself marrying some cerebral type like her. The 
thought of rolling in the sack just for the hell of it seemed like such a 
waste of time ... until now. 

"Come on. I got the key to the coach's office. We can go in there and I'll 
fuck the shit outta you. Baby, whether you got a twin or not's no matter to 
me. I wanna slip my cock into you real bad." 

Jack's obscene language brought Janice back to reality. When he grabbed her 
and started pulling her down the deserted corridor, she fought back. Jerking 
her arms back, the girl spun around and started running down the hall as 
fast as she could. Her sandals made loud slapping sounds that echoed 
strangely against the tiled walls. Behind her she could hear Jack advancing 
quickly. 

"Help! Help!" 

Janice shrieked as loudly as she could. Twice she stumbled, her books 
tumbling from her arms and scattering all over the floor. If only she could 
get to the exit door. In the schoolyard there were still some people. Jack 
wouldn't dare follow her out there. Then she could go home and think. 

"Stupid little bitch!" the boy said, catching up with her some twenty feet 
before the door. 

Janice felt herself wheeled around and held tightly by the shoulders. She 
let out a tiny wail as he shook her violently. The girl's long blonde hair 
splashed over her face while Jack's fingertips dug painfully into her upper 
arm. 

"Shut the fuck up, damn you. Shut up or I'll beat the shit outta you!" he 
threatened. 

Janice was terrified. He looked at her, his eyes reminding her of those of a 
crazy man's. Her voice was paralyzed. The way he was holding her, the way he 
looked at her and talked to her made the girl think he was going to kill her 
on the spot! 

"Come on, bitch," Jack growled. With a shove he pushed Janice back toward 
the gym. She stumbled forward, raising her hands to sweep her hair from her 
face. Her arm ached from the rough treatment. Jack kicked the books and 
papers still scattered on the slick corridor floor. Janice felt as if she 
were marching to her execution. Her arms hung limply at her sides as she 
tried to think of some way she could shout for help. 

"Hey, what's happening there?" 

It was Mr. Davis. He was calling down from the second floor landing. She 
could hear him running down as Jack started to run. 

"Help! Oh, God, help me!" she screamed, her knees giving way under her. 

Janice collapsed on the floor, covering her face with both hands and sobbing 
hysterically. She could hear Jack's departing footsteps gradually grow 
softer as Mr. Davis ran up behind her. 

"Are you all right, Janice? Good God, what happened here?" the handsome 
young teacher asked, surveying the mess in the hall. 

"Oh, some boy, some ... boy," she sobbed, leaning heavily against his arm. 
Janice held onto the big man for support, feeling faint from terror. 

Oh, how close she'd come to getting raped! If she could get her hands on her 
twin sister now, she'd choke the life from her! 

"What?" 

"Some boy thought I was Patty and he ... he tried to rape me," she 
stammered, slowly regaining control of herself. Yes, she had to remain calm. 
All the sobbing and cursing in the world wasn't going to help matters. And 
there she was, acting like a fool in front of Jim Davis! How often she'd 
eyed him secretly, her eyes sweeping his long lithe body in the classroom. 
He was so kind, gentle, almost loving when he came up to her. Yes, Janice 
had quite a crush on him. But Mr. Davis was the perfect gentleman, not 
smirking at her as some of the teachers and students did. He knew the 
difference between her and Patty, a difference of universes! 

"Should I call the police? Your parents?" Mr. Davis asked, gently helping 
her to her feet. 

"Oh, no, not them, not the police," Janice said, shaking her head violently 
back and forth. The girl could well imagine what would happen at school-the 
shame, the harassment and possible danger. And at home ... ? She almost 
laughed. After her father died, her mother practically doted on Patty, 
calling her the little princess of her life. Janice resented that, 
especially since she knew her sister had been putting out for at least a 
year. 

"Well, then, why don't you come up to the classroom for a while ... until 
you're calmer," Jim Davis suggested. 

It sounded like a good suggestion. Janice wasn't quite ready yet to navigate 
her way home, especially considering Jack might be lurking outside, ready to 
pounce on her from the bushes the second she left school. 

Mr. Davis helped the trembling girl gather up her school materials, then 
held her tightly around the shoulders as they climbed the stairs to the 
second floor. When they reached the newspaper room, Janice inhaled sharply. 
She always loved the odor of ink, of freshly cut paper. The journalism class 
and school paper were the things at school she enjoyed. Her sister Patty had 
managed to spoil everything else for her. 

"I think I'm feeling lots better now," Janice said, setting her books down 
and sitting demurely in a desk near Jim Davis. The big instructor placed one 
foot on the desk in front of hers and hiked his pants up into his crotch. 
The girl's eyes widened. Was he trying to seduce her now? No, not Mr. Davis! 
He was too kind, too nice to take advantage of her now. 

"You've got to be careful around here, Janice," he began, leaning forward 
slightly and smiling sardonically. His white teeth gleamed like polished 
ivory while his thick neatly trimmed black beard moved like an animal. 
Janice felt her pussy spasm as she stared at him wide-eyed. "Lots of boys 
would do a lot to . to do things with you." 

He was staring at her, his eyes gleaming mischievously. Or were they? Was it 
her imagination? Oh, she was so confused. Surely not every man in the world 
wanted to climb into her panties! 

"It's Patty ... I...." 

"It's more than just Patty, although I agree she's something of a problem," 
he said, his voice dropping. He looked at her strangely. Patty again! Was 
she affecting him? Her sister seemed to move around the school like a 
malevolent force, destroying everything she touched for both her and her 
sister. 

"I'd better go now," Janice said in a trembling voice. She was weakening, 
feeling her pussy swell open with rising sexual heat. Mr. Davis had that 
look in his eyes, something the girl instinctively knew was related to 
fucking. Her fingers were like ice as she stacked up her books and slid from 
the desk. 

"I don't think you really want to go, do you?" 

The words made the-girl almost cry out. She darted a look between his legs 
again. His cock was hard, actually pressing against the front of his 
trousers and tenting them up. Didn't he wear any jockey shorts? And how dare 
he do something like that to her, a minor, right in the classroom! Men were 
all alike! So, not even Mr. Davis was immune from wanting to fuck her. 

"Stop this and let me out!" she cried, hugging her books to her fits. 

He said nothing, moving his hand to his crotch and grabbing hold of the 
zipper tab. 

"I don't know whether it's you or Patty, or maybe it's both of you. But 
there's something in the way you walk, in the way you look at men. I can't 
help it, and the others around here can't either," Jim Davis said, pulling 
his zipper down. 

Janice's eyes widened as she stepped back, stumbling over several desks. Her 
books clattered to the floor. It was happening again, only minutes after her 
last horrible encounter. 

"Please don't do this to me," she said, shaking her head from side to side. 
She was almost in tears. 

"You want this, don't you, Janice? You want my cock, just like you wanted 
that boy's cock downstairs, only you're too frightened to say it, to admit 
it to yourself," Jim said evenly, opening his trousers. 

Janice felt tears of shame and rage roll down her cheeks. She knew he was 
right. Oh, God, the young woman knew he was right. She couldn't control what 
was happening down there between her shaking legs. Her body was trembling 
with anticipation while her pussy was so hot and slippery with flowing 
juices. How could he be doing this to her? He was supposed to be guarding 
the welfare of students, not seducing them in the classroom. 

"I see you staring at me in class sometimes. You want me to fuck you. I know 
that look, Janice. I've seen it before. You're on the make whether you 
realize it or not," Jim said, his lips curling up. It was the same mocking 
smile Jack had. 

"Not true," Janice said, feeling the lie burning in her mind. 

"I see you watching me," he repeated, "staring at my cock." 

Janice shook her head back and forth in mute denial. 

"Leave me alone. Please, please, please!" she cried, struggling against him, 
against herself. 

"I've got a small cot in the back office. Just something to lie down on 
during the day. It's strong enough to take both of us." 

He hadn't done anything yet, hadn't pulled out his cock, exposed himself to 
her. Janice tried reasoning with him, telling the instructor she wouldn't 
say anything to her mother or the principal if he zipped up his pants and 
let her go. 

"Gone too far already, honey. You could get me fired already. If I'm gonna 
get canned, might as well make it worth my while, right?" Jim reasoned. 

No, she wasn't going to be like her whore sister She wasn't going to give in 
to boys, letting them paw her where they wanted. 

But what could she do? Jim was on her now, holding her with one hand while 
he grabbed her hand with his powerful fingers. 

"Feel it. I want your hand on my cock," he whispered in her ear. His breath 
made her flesh crawl with unspeakable pleasure. She felt his arm like a band 
of steel hold her waist tightly while the other drew her fingers into his 
trousers. Janice whimpered as he drew her hand toward the throbbing head of 
his nine-inch cock. 

"No, no!" 

Janice felt her pussy growing hotter and wetter. Her nipples were driving 
her crazy. The ache in her tit tips increased as the instructor forced her 
hand closer and closer. 

"Feel my cock, honey. Rub it and find out what a good piece of meat it is. 
I'm gonna slip this right between your legs, hunch it right into your cunt," 
Jim said, drawing her hand between the opened zipper teeth of his fly. 

Janice felt the sudden increase in heat and knew her fingers were only 
inches from his prick. She'd never seen a man's cock before, let alone felt 
one. Her pulse raced madly while her heart seemed close to tearing right 
through her ribcage. 

"There," Jim sighed. 

Janice stiffened, feeling something terribly hot; something that twitched 
and jerked at her light touch. She tried pulling away, tried struggling 
desperately in the instructor's tight grip. But Jim was far too strong. 
Although he was a journalism instructor, he worked out steadily at the local 
gym and played racquetball. The big handsome teacher held on tightly, 
working her fingers over his cock. 

The blonde teen felt her body melting. There was a lush hotness radiating 
down from her belly to the fat, swollen lips of her cunt. Only her clit and 
nipples seemed hard in that room ... that and the long, thick hunk of 
cockmeat sticking straight out from Mr. Davis' hairy groin. 

"Yeah, yeah, come on," Jim said, guiding the girl out of the main room into 
his smaller office. 

Janice had pulled her hand out of Mr. Davis' fly, feeling so weak she had to 
lean on his broad shoulders. He hadn't pulled out his cock yet. But as he 
closed and locked the door behind them, Janice knew it was only a matter of 
time. 

"I don't know what to do. I don't want to do this," Janice said. 

She felt as if she were floating in a dream. This whole thing seemed like a 
dream. Never in her life could she have imagined this sort of thing 
happening, a teacher of hers actually seducing her! 

"Oh, yes, I've watched you so long in my class," Jim said, unbuttoning his 
white pin-striped shirt and, pulling it off his broad shoulders. Janice 
gasped, pleased with his well-defined muscles. 

"And now I'm going to see if what I thought you were like is real. Nothing 
like testing your fantasy, is there? You want to test yours, Janice?" 

"I don't know," she hesitated. 

"Don't worry. I'll help," Jim said, realizing this was her first time. That 
thought excited him even more as he unbuckled his belt and let his trousers 
slip to the floor. 

 CHAPTER TWO 

Janice felt herself sliding onto the cot, pulling off her sandals after 
unbuttoning her blouse and dropping it to the floor. Jim had worked off her 
skirt, gently caressing her thighs. 

She whimpered, feeling so naked, so exposed to the big man with that big 
cock sticking out of his crotch! She still flushed beet red when she stared 
at that huge cock and his swinging nuts. Her vision was obsessed with that 
prick. There was no way she could avoid looking at it. Her eyes kept rolling 
back to it, focusing in on the thick blue veins throbbing against the flesh. 
And the head! It was so broad, so spongy-looking. Droplets of something were 
oozing from a broad slit at the tip. 

Cum! She'd heard her sister talking about it in bed. At times she and Patty 
talked about men, although her sister's conversation would quickly turn 
dirty. Even after Janice had begged her to shut up, the girl would go on 
about how different boys fucked her. She talked about white stuff that came 
from their cocks, how good it was to feel it splashing against her itchy 
cunt walls while her clit went crazy with spasms. Janice marveled at how 
lucky her sister had been, sneaking all those birth control pills without 
her mother ever noticing. God, if Patty were to come home pregnant, her 
mother would probably toss herself out the window. The pregnant princess! 
That thought made the girl almost giggle. 

"Nice and hot and sweet," Jim whispered, rubbing his fingers over her 
thighs. 

What would her mother think of her daughter now? Certainly neither she nor 
Patty would have ever dreamed Janice could be compromised like this. 

"Oh, I don't know. I shouldn't do this, I shouldn't...." 

"Don't worry. I swear I won't hurt you, I swear," Jim breathed, lowering 
himself onto the cot. 

Janice heard the makeshift bed groan and squeak, threatening to collapse. It 
held as Jim settled on her body, resting on her tits while pushing her knees 
apart with his. He was so hairy, so hot, so hard-muscled! 

"Kiss ... kiss!" 

Could that be her begging for a kiss? Could she be actually helping him in 
this rape? 

"Sure," Jim said, amused at such a quick conquest. He had expected at least 
some token resistance, a cry, even a scream for help. But instead the girl 
was squirming under him, brushing her belly against his, her smooth legs 
against his, begging him for more. 

The handsome instructor lowered his head, opening his mouth and pushing his 
tongue between her lips. Janice resisted at first, having kissed only a few 
boys before-and certainly not like this! 

Her resistance broke quickly as a flash fire rippled across her cunt. She 
was driving her tongue into his mouth, fencing with him, sucking in his 
tongue and lips while spittle gurgled out of her mouth and down her chin. 
She flexed her butt and thigh muscles, rubbing her nylon-covered cunt 
against his cock. At times the girl could feel Jim's balls touching her 
thighs, rubbing up against the junction of her pussylips. 

Janice pulled away-from the hard kiss, every tooth in her head throbbing 
after the thrusts of his tongue. She fanned out her toes, feeling a strange 
tingling sensation between them. Jim was sliding his hands under her back, 
pushing his fingers up under the elastic band of her halter. She felt him 
fumbling with the snap, then felt the bra loosen around her shoulders. 

"No!" 

But it was too late. He had slipped the bra off, exposing her tits. 

"Beautiful! Really beautiful," Jim sighed. 

Janice felt proud in spite of her fear and shame. He was admiring her, 
admiring her the way women throughout the centuries hoped their men would. 
That feeling was far more powerful in the end than Janice's prudery. As she 
felt his hairy, muscular legs pushing between hers even more, he dropped his 
head forward. 

"Ohhhhh!" the girl moaned, feeling his mouth engulf one tender red-tipped 
tit. Jim's teeth bit into the young flesh gently, teasingly, his tongue 
lashing over the hard, hurting nipple. 

"You're so good, so good," he sighed. 

Janice couldn't help herself now. She raised both her arms, pulling his head 
tighter onto her tits. He was laving them now, growling like an unchained 
mad dog. He licked and sucked her tits until they throbbed with pleasure. 
And when the big man kneaded them with his hands, squeezing those fits while 
sucking on the nipples, Janice thought she'd piss on the cot from 
excitement. She was gasping for air, feeling his fingers now working over 
her white flesh. 

"Gotta see more!" he gasped. 

Janice knew what he was talking about and held her breath. She felt his 
fingers curling around the elastic waistband of her nylon panties. He was 
working them down over her narrow hips, laughing at her as she tensed at 
times and shoved her butt deep into the cot. He waited until she relaxed, 
then worked them down a little lower. She heard him gasp when the first 
tufts of her blonde pussy hairs curled invitingly over the rolled nylon. 

"Fuck!" 

He wasn't slow and gentle now. With a violent tug the big man tore her 
panties down, making her legs jerk up then fall back to the cot as he yanked 
them over her ankles. 

Janice was completely naked now! There was nothing and no one who could stop 
Jim Davis from fucking her. Somehow that knowledge made everything else that 
followed much more exciting and acceptable. 

"You're a good girl ... a nice girl. Don't worry about that," Jim breathed 
in her ear. 

"I've never done anything ... anything like this," Janice stammered, biting 
her lower lip and dropping her eyes modestly. 

"You'll learn fast. Something tells me you're going to learn real fast. 
There's nobody around here to bother us. The janitor's down in the basement 
probably watching television. Some of the boys are down in the gym, but it's 
pretty much just us, naked, cock and cunt, getting ready to fuck," Jim said, 
moving his hands up and down her sides. 

Janice felt her mind spinning around as she rocked her body from side to 
side. Was it wrong feeling this itchy, pulsing between her legs? Was it 
wrong feeling her chest tighten so, her mouth becoming so dry? Janice knew 
what he wanted. But even more she knew what she wanted. She ached for his 
hands, his legs, his weight, his cock. That was it! Oh, how she wanted that 
long cock going inside her. It was so big it frightened her at first. 

But Jim was gentle, considerate, far more so than that maniac out there in 
the hall who tried to drag her back to the gym to rape her! 

"Let's loosen you up a little," Jim said, pulling his head up and smiling 
down at the girl. 

Janice didn't know what he meant until he suddenly slid down, kissing her 
hot little body all the way. She shivered and groaned when she felt his lips 
sliding down her chest, at times kissing the rounded bottoms of her tits, 
then moving to her navel. 

"Oh, God, yes, yes," Janice groaned, sliding her legs back and forth over 
the sagging cot. She was floating in a strange world, a world with brilliant 
colors and thudding sounds. Jim was moving down farther, holding her knees 
while breathing hotly through the tangled thicket of her cunt hairs. Janice 
wasn't sure what was going to happen next. 

"Nice pussy," he said, glancing down, spreading her legs apart and catching 
glimpses of the dark red moist pussy meat partially hidden by her cunt 
hairs. 

"OHHHHH!" 

Janice stiffened, wallowing her shoulders against the cot while lifting her 
back and arching it. He was putting his mouth on her cunt, rubbing his 
tongue over the fleshy lips, drinking up her juice! To have a man putting 
his mouth on her pussy like that seemed shameful, even sick! But what 
powerful feelings that act had released through the moaning girl. When she 
felt him licking deeper inside her, Janice hunched back, shoving her cunt up 
to his sucking mouth. 

"Do 'it! Do it!" Janice shouted, clawing her fingers over Jim's broad 
shoulders. 

The instructor shoved his tongue between the tight, wet lips into her virgin 
fuckhole. As the teenager exploded, he shoved his tongue up higher and 
higher, scraping around her sensitive cunt-walls, making the girl whistle 
through her nose and beg for more. Janice rolled her head from side to side, 
tangles of her long blonde hair clinging to the corners of her mouth. Her 
face was flushed red and pinched as if someone had stabbed her in the back. 
As she sucked in lungfuls of air to feed her writhing body, the girl begged 
Jim for his cock, actually asked the young teacher to fuck her hard! She was 
sounding like her twin sister Patty! 

"Ohhhhh!" 

As he worked her over, he pulled her legs apart until she was split wide 
open for him. Janice was moaning, flexing her thigh muscles, making the 
tendons push against her flesh. He held her wide open while he moved his 
thumbs down, down her fleshy asscrack until he was caressing the wrinkled 
ring of her shitter. 

Janice let out a little cry of surprise and fear. No one had even been near 
her asshole. And now he was caressing it, touching it, moving his jagged 
thumbnails around the pink membranes. 

As she gasped and moaned and twisted under him, Jim shoved the tip of one 
thumb up her ass. Her sphincter grabbed it, snapping tight. At the same time 
the girl's cunt muscles shut tightly on his tongue, trapping it deep inside 
the moist passage. Jim moved his head around, snarling and snapping while 
eating her. When she started hunching against his face, the teacher pulled 
away. 

"Gonna fuck you now, honey. Janice, I can't wait any more. Christ, I'm gonna 
come right now if I keep this up," he said, jerking his fingers slowly up 
and down his cock. 

Janice looked down at the veined prick sticking straight out from between 
his legs. He'd been greasing down his cock with his cum, making it glisten 
in the bright overhead fluorescent light. Could she take something that big? 
Could she become like her twin Patty, spreading her legs for any man? But 
no, she wasn't like her sister. This was the first time, and it was with Mr. 
Davis, a fine, intelligent man who would respect her. Certainly he hadn't 
done anything to make her doubt him. 

"Yes, ohhhh, yessss, fuck me, fuck me," . Janice hissed between her teeth. 
She had to close her eyes. Even as much as she wanted this to happen, the 
teen couldn't face staring at Mr. Davis, not right now, at any rate. Maybe 
later, when his cock was reaming her out, touching her clit, making her gasp 
for more air, then she'd be able to look him in the eye. But now her 
embarrassment was great, as great as the beating pulse in her cunt. 

"Oh, you're gonna be a hot, fine fuck ... a nice fuck," Jim said, licking 
his lips like a wolf. 

Janice felt his sliding, rolling fingertips move from the top of her cunt to 
the wet, slippery zone around the bottom of her pussy. She moved her hips 
from side to side, pressing her lower belly against his long, thick cock. 
She ground her thighs invitingly, telling the teacher she was more than 
ready for her first fuck. 

The hands on her pussy moved, squeezing her cuntlips together, rubbing the 
inner folds against her clit. Janice let out a long, soft breath, feeling 
the warm air rebound from his face. With a sigh of relief, the girl let her 
belly slide up and down against his rigid cock. He was getting ready to fuck 
her. The way he was moving his knees up, bending his legs, rolling her back 
while pinning her shoulders to the cot-it all told the girl that he was 
about to skewer her cunt with his prick. 

"Oh, ohhhhh, God!" 

All that mattered now was that wonderful hot cockhead rubbing wildly into 
her pussy. Janice felt the thick juices flowing from her cunt. Her pussy was 
already hot enough to open wide, then shut on nothing with the sound of 
rushing air trapped inside. 

"Man, honey, Janice, you're something else!" Jim gasped. 

The big teacher rolled his hips, his cock pushing against the top of 
Janice's cunt. His fingers tightened on her shoulders. The girl shifted her 
hips up and down, trying to get them in position. 

The knob of his cock pressed right over her cat. The blonde teen sighed, 
feeling the electric charge seeping from that tiny organ. She rocked her ass 
from side to side, directing the end of his cockhead against one cuntlip, 
then the other. Her clit rolled under that kind of pressure, sending more 
pleasure to her brain. Janice was going crazy, bringing her hands up and 
grabbing at his face. He sucked and bit at her neck, every nibble sending 
flashes of lust up and down her spine. For a second the girl thought of 
being torn to pieces by those teeth. 

Janice rocked her hips forward, feeling the greasy slide of his cockhead 
over her cuntslit. Her heart skipped a beat. He was going to fuck her now. 
For the first time in her life, she was going to feel a cock inside her 
body! 

"Easy, easy," Jim cautioned, his face a mask of intense concentration as he 
held her more tightly than before. He tensed for a moment, feeling her body 
shiver with anticipation. Dropping his head into the nape of her neck, he 
shoved forward with his hairy ass. Janice felt the pressure suddenly build 
up against her cuntlips, felt the slick hot cockhead twisting slightly, 
pushing forward, making her pussyflesh pucker inward, then finally give way. 
His prick had worked inside, slowly moving forward. Her pussylips slipped 
back together, trapping the invading cock temporarily. His big long shaft 
was outside, bending slightly at the center, waiting to be driven in. 

"Fuck, fuck!" Janice cried, her head snapping from side to side. 

Oh, the sensation was unbelievable! At times at night the girl would work in 
one or two fingers, scraping them against her pussy walls, wondering what a 
man's cock would be like. But she could never have imagined this! The heat, 
the throbbing of that cock, the sheer power that nearly made her faint from 
excitement-it was all like something out of a science fiction book! 

"WOW! OHHHHHH, WOW!" Janice cried, her eyelids fluttering open. She had to 
be the happiest girl in the world at this point. "Shove it in more, more!" 
she cried. 

Jim twisted his body around so she could feel his cock working. The spongy 
head reamed out the tight wet passage, shoving farther and deeper into her 
cunt. His cockhead disappeared into her hole, the shaft sinking in with 
soft, gurgling sounds. 

"Ohhhhhh!" she moaned as she felt her cunt being stretched wide open to take 
his blood-engorged prick. Janice kept begging him to fuck her, to do all 
kinds of things to her pussy and tits while Jim steadily pushed inch after 
jerking, throbbing inch into her cunt. 

The wooden legs of the cot groaned again, threatening to collapse as Janice 
clung to the big man for life. She dug her fingernails into his shoulders, 
nearly shredding his flesh while her legs moved and twisted under his. At 
times she opened her eyes and looked around her. The desk, chairs, news 
prints were still around. But how different her world was now. She'd never 
be able to enter this room again without thinking about doing this, about 
fucking with Mr. Davis! 

"Damn, you're fine!" he gasped. 

He was grabbing at her taut tits. Her red nipples throbbed as his thumbs and 
forefingers rubbed and pinched them into a state of explosion. He had her 
trapped with his hands, his legs, his cock. Janice was pressed under him, 
loving that sensation for all she was worth! 

Janice felt the pressure in her cunt become more intense as Jim shoved his 
cock in deeper. He was getting close to her cherry, that membrane that 
separated innocence from womanhood. Twice the girl had shoved back at him, 
moving her ass up toward the head of the cot. No, she didn't want him to do 
that sort of thing to her. It was wrong! And all those stories her mother 
had told her about bleeding and pain frightened the girl. 

But in the end Jim had his way. He rocked his thick-muscled hips from side 
to side, reaming out her tight wet cunthole with his prick and Janice went 
wild, forgetting her mother and those tall tales. 

"Take it, baby, take it all!" Jim demanded, bearing down hard. 

His cock pushed through her tight, slippery fuck channel, his cockhead 
cooking in her boiling pussy ails Suddenly both of them gasped realizing his 
prick had run into something terribly firm. Janice tensed, throwing back her 
head and arching her back. Her cherry! No, she couldn't let him pop it! 

"I've got to," Jim said, a little surprised at having found a virgin at this 
high school. 

"NOOOO!" 

Of course Jim paid no attention to her. With a grunt, he tensed his thigh 
and leg muscles, squeezing his butt cheeks together and hunching down. 

Janice gasped as she felt something tear deep inside her. With a wail of 
despair, the girl felt her cherry being torn away. The rushing sensation of 
his hot cock told her that. 

 CHAPTER THREE 

"Oh, God, God," Janice moaned, biting her lower lip and fighting back the 
tears. One or two had rolled down her cheeks, staining her reddened face. 

Jim smoothed his fingers over her shoulders, kissing her lightly on the 
forehead while slowly rocking his hips from side to side. She felt his cock 
stirring her insides around like a big spoon. There had been pain, but not 
the searing agony her mother had described. And she was probably bleeding 
inside, although not the gouts of blood her mother had predicted. 

"It was bad, wasn't it?" Jim asked, kissing her lips. 

Janice nodded her head up and down quickly, still unable to look at him. For 
some strange reason she felt ashamed, as if she shouldn't have made such a 
big deal over what had just happened. 

"It's all right. It won't hurt again," he said reassuringly, hugging her 
tightly. "From now on, all you're going to feel in life is pleasure down 
there. Nobody's gonna hurt you again." 

Oh, if only she could believe it. Would all the men in her life be this 
gentle? 

"Ohhhhhh!" 

Somehow with Jim telling her they would, Janice believed it. Lying there on 
the small cot, she felt the steamy, belly-filling tension starting to build 
up from her crotch. She moved her hips from left to right like a sifter, 
pressing her cunt onto his prick. 

The big man grunted, thrusting forward and up-ward. Each shove into her 
pussy was a greasy, slippery slide. Janice was melting into a sensuous, 
buttery mass. She pulled his head close and welded her mouth to his. Now 
they were really making love, fucking like man and wife, fucking like two 
lovers. Their bodies squeaked, wet flesh against wet flesh. His tongue 
flicked into her mouth, fencing with hers, plunging down almost to her 
throat! 

"Ohhhhhh," she sighed, pulling away from the teacher and gasping for breath. 
She was resting on his cock. It was stimulating nerves deep inside her 
milking cunthole. He groaned into another spit-slicked kiss, feeling her 
pussy walls clutching greedily at his cock. 

Janice's tongue writhed against his like a snake, battling to communicate 
her needs. She sucked and bucked on the cot, feeling the inner edges of his 
teeth with the tip of her tongue. 

The rising heat in her cunt made her start to move again. At first she was a 
little uneasy, worrying about the pain she might feel around where her 
cherry had been fastened. But soon the blonde teen realized her rising 
sexuality all but blotted out any discomfort. 

"Fuck, fuck," she muttered, sweat burning into her eyes. 

The young girl arched her back as Jim pulled his cock out until the ridge 
around the knob tugged at her protective cunt muscles. Each time the girl 
curled her spine and tried to gobble up more of his cock, the teacher thrust 
forward, gasping out obscenities as their hip bones ground hard against one 
another. 

"Oh, man, man, can't hold back," Jim panted. Even though this was her first 
fuck, Janice instinctively knew what he was talking about. No, he wouldn't 
do this to her! She was close, close to coming. But she needed more time, 
more stimulation. 

"No, no!" she protested, trying to keep her hips from moving around. Her 
actions, her wild movements with her pussy, almost drove her lover to the 
edge. She had to relax, to control her movements! 

"Yeah, yeah, okay," Jim said after the girl had managed to keep her ass from 
dancing all over the cot. 

It had been a great effort. Oh, how she loved the sensation of that hard 
steely cock pressing against her cuntwalls! And when he rubbed the top of 
his prick over her clit ... well, Janice almost collapsed into a coma! 

Janice forgot about her sister, about Jack, about all the people around her. 
She swiveled her body once more when she was sure Jim had control over his 
cock and balls. Each time she curled forward, sliding down onto his cock, 
she wondered how much more of this she could take. Flashes from her clit 
were making her cunt tense up for climax. Now it was she who was rocketing 
close to orgasm. As she ground against him harder, the girl felt his cock 
reaching in deeper, pressing her organs to one side. 

Janice moaned low now, the need for air forcing her to pull her mouth away 
from his again. Jim managed to put his hands on her asscheeks, sliding his 
fingers around, digging the tips into her flesh. 

He rolled her around, forcing her hips to meet and take the same heavy 
fucking rhythm as his cock. 

Janice could hear herself sobbing. The roar of blood in her head was 
deafening. She ground her clit against him, loving the sensation of 
stretching in her cunt, the steady beat of his cockhead against her pussy 
walls. 

"Oh! IN! IN! OHHHHHH!" 

Every bump of his cock against her cunt sent the feeling of approaching 
climax higher and closer. Janice shivered, beating her feet against the cot. 
She dripped with sweat, the salty wet sensation adding to the excitement. 

"Man, close, close, Janice, close...." 

Janice moved her ass in frantic circles, feeling his cock throbbing deep 
inside her. He was all the way in her now. She felt his balls resting on her 
upturned ass. The mass of tension in her belly swelled like a balloon. 
Janice dug her fingernails hard into his shoulders. Her asscheeks flexed, 
softened, then flexed again. Jim was digging his fingernails into her 
asscheeks. Janice felt her hair standing on end. The insides of her thighs 
chilled and burned as her cunt juice seeped out, squishing from her hole and 
dripping from his balls. She couldn't hold out for another second! 

"Gonna shoot, honey, gonna pop off! AHHH, SHIT!" 

Janice felt his body trembling, shaking violently on top of her while his 
cock seemed to be jerking all over the place. She tossed her hips with the 
beat of her heart. The rocking motion of the tiny cot as it squeaked across 
the floor added to the wild friction driving both of them crazy. Janice felt 
the simmering heat in her cunt boil over, climbing up toward her brain. She 
started holding her breath in, getting ready for the biggest orgasm in her 
life. 

"OH, GOD!" Janice cried, her eyelids fluttering. 

"Baby, now, NOW!" 

Jim held her tightly, slamming his cock in hard and holding it there. She 
could feel something spattering against her cuntwalls as the young 
instructor let out a series of long, low moans. His toenails scratched her 
ankles while his knees butted rhythmically against her ass. 

The blonde teen knew he was filling her up with his jizz. She was frantic, 
letting out a sobbing breath. He held her tight, making her cunt feel even 
fuller than when his pistoning cock was ramming in. Her cunt was hurting 
from the friction. The loss of sweat and pussy juice made her mouth dry. An 
angry fire started at her cunthole, spreading quickly to all parts of her 
body. Her entire belly seemed to bulge with cock, swelling up with 
excitement. The girl grunted, ramming her cunt up onto his rock-hard prick. 

"AHHHH, NOOOO!" 

Janice exploded, her mind blasting into millions of pieces. The girl wept 
and struggled, beating her tiny fists against Jim's big chest. Waves of 
orgasmic spasms nearly tore apart her pussy as she kicked and clawed at 
anything in reach. 

"Fuck it out, baby," Jim panted, having finished with his orgasm and now 
holding the young woman down on the cot, watching in fascination as she 
wriggled all over the place like a speared fish. He'd never seen this 
violent reaction in a woman before. 

"OHHHHHHHH!" 

Her cuntwalls crashed in, grabbing hold of the softening cock and holding it 
greedily, milking his prick for all it was worth. Janice felt as if she were 
all pussy-hot, tight, and wet, clenching his cock, drawing out the last few 
drops of cum. 

When it was all over, Janice opened her eyes and stared evenly at Jim. Now 
they were equals. She was a woman, a woman who had shared the most intimate 
secret possible with a man. She stroked his forehead, brushing away several 
strands of black hair. How handsome he looked! Of course she'd had a crush 
on him, the way all girls had a crush on handsome young instructors. But 
never in all her fantasies had she thought the crush would carry her this 
far. 

"We'd better knock this off," he said, kissing her fingers lightly, then 
pulling his cock out of her cunt. 

Janice shivered, feeling her flesh pucker up into goose pimples as her 
cuntwalls slackened, drawing back to their normal size. 

"Will ... will this . . 

"We have to be careful," he said, guessing her question and winking slyly at 
her. She watched as his cock disappeared into his trousers, watched as he 
tucked his shirt into his pants and buttoned it quickly. "You'd better get 
dressed," he said, appearing a little nervous. Of course, he'd lose his job 
if it ever got out. 

"Soon?" Janice asked, sliding her legs off the cot and gingerly picking up 
her things. Ohhh, how soaked her panties were! If only she could tell Patty! 
That would make her know-it-all sister envious! But she'd promised herself 
no one would know about this little tryst except her and Jim. They could 
both lose so much. 

"Soon," he said, inhaling sharply as he watched her slip into her panties. 
God, what a figure and what a fuck this girl was! He wondered if her sister 
Patty was just as wild. Rumor had it the girl was a little whore. But then 
again, there were rumors of all sorts flying around the school, most of them 
worth shit! 

"I'll be careful. I won't tell anyone," Janice said, feeling so grown-up as 
she finished dressing and started out the room. 

"I trust you. Maybe tomorrow," Jim said as Janice started picking up her 
books. 

Yes, tomorrow, and the next day and the next, the girl thought to herself, 
trying not to smile as she thought of Jim's cock and how it felt in her 
pussy. 

Janice's twin sister was having a far more difficult time with her life. 

"You a cocksucker?" 

Patty batted her eyes, trying to remain calm. She had the reputation of 
being worldly, a know-it-all in school. But reality was far different from 
that picture. She'd been to bed once only, and that was something of a 
failure. 

The boys she was with now were the outcasts of the school, living in a part 
of the district heavily populated by gangs of all sorts. She'd gone out with 
these guys just as a dare. Her friend Eileen, who slept around a lot, told 
Patty she was too prissy-asked to take a chance with Sam and Hal Robertson, 
two of the more unsavory juniors at the high school. 

Well, she'd shown off, slipping onto the back of Sam's big Harley, holding 
onto his leather jacket as he and his brother behind him sped down the main 
drag to the freeway. They were going to go to a little hide-out they had in 
Glendora, up in the foothills surrounding Los Angeles, away from any cops 
and nosey neighbors. There'd be some grass to get high. And then? Well, 
Patty didn't think about it. She wasn't like her sister Janice, guarding her 
cherry as if it were the king's gold. 

"What do you mean?" the girl asked, looking heavy-lidded at the tall bearded 
teenage thug standing in front of her. He was squeezing his crotch, 
gathering the faded blue material around his obviously hard cock. Patty had 
just finished a joint and was enjoying the buzzy light feeling surrounding 
her. 

Sam laughed, throwing his head back, then pushing his leather riding cap to 
one side and scratching his head in amusement. 

"You think we brought you up here to smoke our grass without puttin' out? 
Baby, we don't give nothin' away," Sam said, grinning from ear to ear. 

Patty swallowed nervously, her eyes racing from one to the other. 

"No, I don't ... don't wanna play this game," she mumbled, struggling to her 
feet a little drunkenly. Oh, how was she going to get home? They were 
somewhere up in the foothills ... exactly where, the girl didn't know. Her 
brain was so confused. That damned grass had made her so high she could 
hardly walk. 

"Let's have us some real fun, know what I mean?" Hal said, his bright blue 
eyes glittering with excitement. 

"Yeah, I know what you mean," Sam answered, his voice low and trembling. 

Patty could feel the tension mounting in the air. She stumbled toward the 
door. Sam stuck out one foot, laughing as she tripped over it and pitched 
forward to the floor. 

"Ughhhh!" 

With a thud the young woman hit the dirt, her hands flailing out while her 
legs shot apart. Raising her head, Patty realized she had to come to, had to 
shake off that light-headed feeling making her stumble around so. Peering up 
through the hair curtaining her face, Patty searched the men's faces for 
some sign of mercy, some indication that this was all a joke. All she saw 
was dead seriousness. Patty's heart sank like a lead weight. 

"Let's strip the bitch and tie her up. Ridin' and mountin' the slut'll come 
later," Sam suggested. 

Hal grunted approval, bending down and starting to strip Patty. 

The blonde teen shrieked, crawfishing backward while curling her fingers and 
flailing at the men's faces. No, this was going too far. She hadn't planned 
to be a victim to these thugs' perversity. 

"Leave me alone or I'll scream," she threatened, her eyes bugging out while 
sweat trickled down the sides of her face and out from under her arms. 

"And who the fuck's gonna hear you, stupid bitch?" Sam said, raising one 
hand high in the air. Patty knew what he was going to do and screamed as 
loudly as she could. 

"Shut up, bitch!" 

Hal reached down and curled several strands of her blonde silky hair in his 
hand, yanking up hard. The girl's shrieks changed in tone, going higher as 
she thought he was going to snatch her bald. Her eyelids fluttered while she 
jerked her hands up and clawed wildly at the big biker's wrists. Her legs 
kicked out while her body snapped from side to side. It was as if someone 
had attached an electric wire to her feet. 

"AHHIYEEEEE!" 

"Fuckin' big mouth. Wonder if she sucks cock as good as she screams?" Hal 
said, dropping her butt to the floor, then jerking her close. 

Her mouth struck the side of one boot, her lower lip cracking. Patty choked 
on her third scream, blood oozing down her throat. She heard Hal growling 
like an animal, and suddenly what strength she had evaporated under terror. 
The smell of the men, this cabin, the air all sickened her. It wasn't worth 
the dare to be going through a hell like this. Oh, how her head hurt! And 
they had only started with her! 

With a sharp laugh Hal pushed her away, the force sending her rolling across 
the floor. Patty reached down and jerked her skirt down over her knees, 
curling up into a ball. She pressed her body into the far corner, raising 
one shoulder protectively at the men. 

Sam joined his brother and started unzipping his Levi's. 

"No!" she shouted, regretting having said anything as Sam moved ahead and 
raised one hand. Patty tensed, still cringing on the floor. She saw that 
hard-on pressing against the front of his pants and trembled when she 
studied the steady, cold gaze of his eyes. Even as she flattened herself 
against the wall, the hand came down. The young teen let out a shout as a 
burning sting brought tears to her eyes. Hair splashed across her face while 
every tooth in her head ached from the force of the blow. The girl rolled 
over, her legs folding over one another while her arms shot out. He nearly 
dislocated her shoulder from that open-handed slap. Patty's head snapped 
back, hitting the wall behind her. 

"Gonna fight us now, bitch?" 

"Oh, leave me alone ... please ... please ... please . ." She whimpered 
softly, sobbing like a frightened little girl. This made the bikers even 
more excited than before. They were going to bring this young woman to heel, 
degrade and humiliate her as much as they could before they took her back. 

"Come on," Hal growled. 

Patty whimpered again. The smell of the cabin was getting to her now. The 
sharp leather odor of the brothers' jackets and chaps filled her nostrils. 
There was also the knowledge that these men were going to brutalize her, and 
there was no one to help her. Faintly the teenager was aware of a building 
sexual thrill growing more intense with the realization of her helpless 
situation. What did it all mean? Patty held her head in both hands, shaking 
it slowly in confusion. 

The sound of leather sliding over cloth aroused her attention. The girl 
jerked her head up and saw that Sam and Hal had both removed their wide 
black leather belts from their trousers. Sam had doubled his and started 
snapping it, the sound making Patty jump and her flesh pucker up into goose 
pimples. It was too horrible to believe! She stared wonderingly at the two 
brothers, feeling her heart sink even farther as they approached her. 

 CHAPTER FOUR 

That bright fire! That wild spirit that used to burn in Patty's eyes didn't 
even glow now when Sam took the piece of half-inch line and slid it over her 
wrists. 

"Hold 'em together tight like this!" he said angrily, making figure-eights 
around the trembling teenager's hands. She watched in fascination as the big 
man secured her wrists like that, fastening the free end of that rope to 
another his brother had hauled out from under a small counter. 

Hal was tugging at her short skirt, reaching inside and opening the buttoned 
front, then pulling it down over her legs. The young girl kicked out at him, 
wanting to mash his face with her feet. All he did was laugh again, slapping 
one hand lightly on her thigh. 

"Oh!" 

Patty opened her eyes wide, feeling the big man sliding both hands up her 
thighs. He was massaging the tender flesh, moving his fingertips up to the 
elastic legbands of her panties. Yes, there was something stirring inside 
her cunt, something making her pussy move when Hal's fingers slipped closer 
and closer to it. The girl clenched her butt-cheeks together, rubbing her 
thighs as best she could, feeling her cuntlips working against one another 
and finally against her rising clit. Could it be she was turning on to this 
torture, actually enjoying her humiliation? Patty had heard of some women 
who enjoyed this sort of thing. But she never dreamed she'd be one of them. 

"OH, GOD!" Patty cried, feeling her panties slide down quickly over her 
boyish hips, slipping over her ankles. Hal had stripped her suddenly, baring 
her cunt with no warning. Sam moved behind Patty while she desperately tried 
to fold one leg over the other to hide her pussy. The girl's confused cries 
increased when she felt his fingers sliding under her halter strap. He was 
fumbling with the snap, finally unfastening it and letting the bra fall to 
the floor. Patty hung limply for a second, groaning in defeat as she hid her 
face in her "Don't hurt me. I'll do anything ... anything. 

I'll suck cock ... anything, but just don't hurt me," she pleaded, eyeing 
the belts now lying on the floor. 

"Keep talkin', you little cunt. Keeps us entertained," Sam said as he tied a 
double square knot, then snapped the two ropes to ensure they were secured. 
Patty jerked with nervousness, watching the brothers helplessly as they 
laughed at her terror. 

"Let's get 'er up," Hal said, standing on a chair and slipping the line over 
a hook driven into the ceiling for this purpose. Both young men pulled hard 
on the rope as it slid over the iron hook. Patty screamed, her arms going up 
quickly in front of her. She felt her muscles tense and nearly pull apart as 
her small body slowly lifted from the floor. She was swaying slightly, 
turning from left to right as the brothers hauled her up still farther until 
her toes were nearly eight inches from the floorboards. Her arms ached, 
feeling as if they'd slip from her shoulder sockets at any second. Sam was 
fumbling with her blouse, tearing it open, ripping the material from her 
body. She let out a low moan, closing her eyes as she felt the garment torn 
from her shoulders and arms. They'd stripped her, left her completely 
defenseless hanging there from the ceiling. Peering down, she could see her 
panties and bra on the dirty cabin floor. Ohhh, how she hated these men! 

"Enjoyin' yourself, Patty? Did you think it was gonna turn out this way?" 
Sam mocked. 

The girl said nothing, feeling the rope cutting into the flesh surrounding 
her wrists. She could have sworn something popped in one shoulder as Hal 
swung her back and forth, slapping her thighs and ass playfully. Her tits 
heaved with the deep, gusting breaths she took as she watched the men 
carefully. Sam and Hal were highly aroused, though they still kept their 
cocks tucked inside their trousers for the time being. 

If only I could get free, if only I could get through that door, Patty 
thought, staring at the cabin door and planning to escape once they let her 
down from this awkward position. 

"Hey, you wanna tenderize her for a while? I'm gonna be busy back here," Hal 
said, moving behind the girl and taking hold of her hipbones. 

What was he going to do? She felt his breath against her lower back while 
his fingertips dug more cruelly into her white flesh. Patty shivered, 
hunching up her shoulders as best she could. Every nerve ending seemed on 
fire, strained back toward the big biker as he stuck his nose and mouth into 
her tight asscrack and started licking the salty flesh. Ohh, how wonderfully 
soothing that tongue felt as it slipped and slid up and down the tight 
little crevice. Patty instinctively arched her back, angling her ass into 
Hal's face. At the same time Sam had picked up his doubled belt and snapped 
it in front of the girl's face. Patty's attention was once again directed to 
the bigger brother. Her eyes widened when she took in that belt and realized 
what he was going to do with it now. 

"Nothin' like workin' over a broad, especially a little bitch like you. 
Gotta teach you some manners, especially since you've been prancin' that 
little ass of yours around the school," Sam said between his clenched teeth. 

Patty shuddered, feeling his brother's tongue scraping deliciously over her 
asshole. No one had ever done that before. That light, tickling touch made 
her clit pop up out of its surrounding soft flesh. Juice seeped from her 
soft cuntwalls, dotting her pussy hair with dew drops of the fluid. 

Sam seemed to shake. Then his arm jerked up, the long belt unfolding and 
cracking like thunder in the air. Patty screamed, tensing for the first 
blow. There was a whistling sound, the sound of the weapon cutting through 
the air. Then came the slashing, burning sensation of the leather biting 
in-to the flesh just below her tit. 

The blonde teen opened her mouth, but nothing except a rush of air came out. 
Her eyes bugged while her knees jerked up, nearly touching her jiggling 
tits. A long dark-red welt appeared on the area of skin beaten by the 
leather belt. After her scream, after the spasm that drew her legs up, the 
pain seemed to go on and on like a raw gash with salt rubbed into it. Tears 
spilled from her eyes, splashing down onto her upper chest as she twisted in 
her ropes. She ground her teeth, hating the brothers bitterly. How could 
they be doing something like this to her, especially when she'd done nothing 
to them except fool around a little? Slowly the girl lowered her legs, 
staring with hatred at Sam. Even Hal's tonguing behind her couldn't 
completely take away the anger she felt. But when he pulled her asscheeks 
apart, caressing the inner folds of her butt with his tongue, Patty almost 
forgot about the stinging wound on her belly. 

"Ummmmm!" she moaned, her head falling back when Hal's tongue touched a 
particularly sensitive spot in her asshole. 

"She's heatin' up. Don't think she's just turnin' on to you, brother," Sam 
said, wiping his mouth with the back of one hand. He tapped his thighs with 
the belt, staring mockingly up at the swinging girl. "Word has it she turns 
on to dogs." 

Patty wanted to spit at him. Dogs! Just because she dressed a little 
daringly and swore sometimes, they had her prancing around like some little 
whore. 

"Well, you like it, baby?" Sam asked. 

Patty said nothing, sagging in her bonds. If only she could swing herself 
forward, kick him in the balls. Then what would he say? What would he think 
of her then as she mashed his balls? 

"Bitch!" 

He slashed the belt across Patty's face, making her scream again and turn 
her head to the other side. She felt something cool and wet trickling down 
her cheek. He'd cut her with that thing! Oh, God, they were going to 
mutilate her! 

"Stop it! In the name of God, stop killing me!" she shrieked, jerking around 
in the ropes like some puppet gone mad. 

Sam only laughed, pleased he'd driven her near hysteria. His brother 
continued gobbling up her shitter, going wild, twisting his head from side 
to side while pulling her buttcheeks farther apart and digging his stiff 
tongue into the depths of her ass. Hal would have loved to play with her 
cunt. But he wasn't going to take any chances and have his hands sliced by 
his brother's belt. He knew Sam all too well. The older boy would go crazy 
with that thing in a while, slashing it up and down Patty's helpless body 
while shouting at her. No, he'd satisfy himself just with this until Sam got 
tired of this game and thought up a new one. 

"Stupid cunt! Bitch!" 

Sweat trickled down his face. Dropping his belt for a minute, Sam took off 
his jacket, then unbuttoned his sweaty flannel shirt. Patty saw his 
broad-muscled chest, the well-defined pecs, the thick coating of hair 
covering his flesh. He glistened with perspiration as he bent down and 
picked up the belt once more. 

Patty writhed with the pain of the cuts. She felt the warm sweat flowing 
down her throat, her ribs, and her belly. The belt came down again, this 
time on her thigh, curling around her leg like a snake. Again and again he 
beat her, lashing her body, watching with hellish delight as the belt sliced 
her flesh. 

"No, oh, God, NOOO...." 

Soon Patty could hardly feel the blows. She was numbed to the torture, 
actually growing accustomed to the vicious blows. 

Then suddenly they stopped. She opened her eyes and found Sam standing close 
to her, the belt hanging limply in one hand. He moved his other arm up, 
grabbing at her cunt, twisting the blonde hairs and her cuntlips in his 
fist. The puffing, tearing sensation blasted through the girl like a knife. 
She brought one knee up, screaming as loudly as she could, jerking her arms 
so hard the ropes cut into her wrists. 

"Stupid cunt!" Sam said, knowing she was trying to kick him. He tore out 
more cunthairs, then stepped back and lashed the doubled belt across her 
face, moving down to her tits. Patty struggled, jerking, bouncing up and 
down in the ropes. She felt her hands going numb as the rope binding her 
wrists grew tighter. The sound of splintering wood filled the cabin as she 
swayed more and more. The shrill power of her shrieks bounced off the cabin 
walls. 

"No, oh, God, no! NO, NOOOOOO!" 

The big biker lashed and beat at her, cruelly grabbing at her cunt and 
yanking yet more curls from the mound. He growled, his words lost in an 
insane sexual fury. The pain in her crotch was killing her. Why didn't he 
stop? Oh, God, she was going to be a bloody mess when he finished. 

"Hey, Sam, knock it off, will you?" Hal said, moving from behind the girl 
and wrapping both arms around his brother's waist. He pulled him away from 
Patty, holding on tightly while digging his head into Sam's back. The older 
brother struggled for a while, trying to hit Hal, his legs braced widely 
apart while his hands clawed for a grip on his human restraint. 

Patty watched in horror. Finally Hal's soothing words took effect. Sam 
quieted, dropping the belt while breathing heavily. His whole massive body 
shook. 

"You're lucky I was here," Hal said, glancing at the girl, then kicking his 
brother's belt away. "Man, you're gonna kill somebody you keep goin' nuts 
like that." 

Sam looked up briefly and laughed, wiping the sweat from his forehead. 

"Thanks, little brother," he muttered. "She's yours for that ... at least 
for a couple of minutes," Sam said, falling back onto a chair exhausted. 

Hal moved quickly, dragging a chair behind her. Weren't they going to take 
her down? Oh, how she'd love that, how she'd suck a shitty cock to have that 
pulling pain taken away from her arms. 

"Gonna fuck your ass, baby. Gonna drill my cock right into your butt," Hal 
whispered, standing up at first a little unsteadily on the chair. 

Patty said nothing, wiggling her ass invitingly. After all, if she satisfied 
him, maybe he'd finish with her and take her down. Hal seemed the more sane 
of the two. Even if she had to endure this humiliation, it wouldn't be the 
end of the world. 

"Yeah, nice ass. Loved lickin' it. Now I'm gonna fuck it." 

The feelings in her cunt were actually growing more hot, more lewd. She 
heard Hal puffing behind her. Patty waited, wondering what else he had in 
store for her. He was going to fuck her, fuck her in the ass. Several times 
she'd heard that that was the best way to take care of a boy and not worry 
about getting pregnant. That, and sucking off his cock. Some of the girls at 
school said getting screwed in the butt was almost as much fun as getting it 
in the pussy. Patty couldn't believe that. Her tight little cunt burned 
every time she thought of some of the boys at school. How could having 
something shoved in your ass feel good? The thought of it made her wince. 
Now, twisting slowly on the rope, the girl sucked in a deep breath; waiting 
for the big man to fuck her shifter. 

"Christ, had my tongue in there. Can't believe I'm gonna give it to her in 
the butt," Hal said, grabbing her thighs. Patty knew from the angle of his 
grip that the fucking would take place soon. She trembled, closing her eyes 
and biting down on her lower lip. The pain from the whipping seemed to 
disappear under the threat of this latest humiliation. 

"Give it to her good, man. This ain't all we got in store for you chick ... 
not by a long shot," Sam said, twisting her cuntlips again in one hand while 
pinching her thighs. 

Patty cried out, arching her back slightly as if looking for his cock. Hal 
pinched her butt, holding tightly onto her thighs now. With a sudden shock 
of pain, his cockhead pressed up and into her relaxed shifter. The young 
blonde screamed again, her body jerking from side to side, the rope groaning 
and sounding as if it were going to part. Patty didn't know what hurt 
worse-the cockhead screwing slowly into her butt, the ropes chafing her 
wrists, or the welts starting to rise along her thighs and belly. 

"Take it, you goddamned little bitch. You've been wanting something like 
this for a long time. Little cunts like you like it kinky, right? Baby, you 
just wait," Sam said, drool oozing from the corners of his mouth and 
flecking his black beard. He was turning on to the scene, wishing he could 
do something right now. But he knew this was Hal's game right now. Later 
he'd have the girl to himself. And then she'd pray to God she were back with 
his brother. Now he satisfied himself with rubbing his fingers over an 
ominous bulge to the right of his fly. A stain appeared, growing in size as 
his rubbing increased in rhythm. 

"Man, take it, bitch! TAKE IT!" Hal shouted. 

Patty screamed louder, her cries mixing with those of the biker fucking her. 
Her shoulders ached from the strange position she'd been hung in. Twice she 
screwed her eyes up as if in prayer, studying the hook driven into the broad 
cross beam to which she was attached. If only it would give way, if only the 
rope would part, pitching her down to the ground. At least part of the pain 
of this grotesque act would abate. 

But both the hook and rope held, dust sifting down from the dirty ceiling 
and gathering irritatingly on Patty's neck and shoulders. She fanned out her 
toes, cramping them while the pain in her butt radiated outward to all parts 
of her body. "NOOOO, AHHHHHH!" 

The whole tight ring of her butt was being driven up into her guts, it 
seemed. She felt the tearing, stretching pain all around the outside of her 
asshole. It was as if it were being torn loose with a blunt chisel. The 
scraping of his fingers tore at her thigh flesh, adding to the pain. 

Patty relaxed, the pressure against her asshole easing for an instant. Tears 
rolled down her flushed cheeks. Several times she tried touching the floor 
with her toes. The knot had slipped a little. The rope had stretched as 
well. If only she could touch the floor, give some relief to the terrible 
tension put on her shoulders. 

"NOOOOOO!" 

Patty screamed, her back arching once more, her knees jerking up while her 
face drained white. Like a big, hard lump of shit, the cock jammed against 
her relaxed asshole. She'd let down her defenses and Hal had taken advantage 
of it. Half his cockhead was already pushed into her. The little muscle 
surrounding the hole felt as if it were tearing at the top. Patty screamed 
for all she was worth, begging Hal to slow down, begging Sam to cut her down 
from the ceiling. All her pleas, all her cries for mercy were useless. The 
brothers fed on her pain, enjoyed watching her suffer as they humiliated 
her. 

But even they didn't know at the time what changes were going on in Patty's 
body. To her wild surprise, her cunt almost cried out for cock. She wanted 
to feel the hard thing in her pussy, not her asshole. How strange! Even in 
the grip of this pain, the young woman was feeling her pussy get so hot, 
tight, wet! She wondered if Sam would notice it and do something about it. 
Patty didn't have the courage to tell him how she felt. All she could do was 
moan and hope he'd notice. 

Hal let go of her hip. She felt his hand reach up around to her tit. She 
squirmed, moving her ass back toward his heavy-haired belly. At the same 
time the girl flexed her thigh muscles, trying to take care of the terrible 
rising pressure between her legs as best she could. 

"Nice ass, nice ... ." Hal muttered as Patty moved her butt around as 
sensuously as she could. If she could somehow show him how well her cunt 
would wrap around a prick, maybe he'd somehow take care of that lusty heat. 

 CHAPTER FIVE 

Hal stopped for a second, pinching her nipples so hard the girl squealed in 
pain. Her pussy contracted, the soft moist walls buckling in, crashing down 
on nothing, spasming in sexual need. His cock massaged the sensitive nerve 
endings in her ass, creating another center for sexual pleasure in her body. 

Patty was torn. She twisted her tits against his hands as best she could, 
hearing the rope groaning the more she jerked and jiggled her body. Her 
round, firm asscheeks flexed against his belly, actually looking for more 
cock while Hal held onto her. Ohhh, it was so obscenely good to have her 
butt split open like this! 

He started all over again. The sliding of his cock as it moved deeper in her 
shitter sent shivering thrills through her ass. Patty felt her insides 
flowing with the rhythm. How much longer could she go on like this? Her 
pussy burned like a glowing jewel and still no one had done anything about 
it. The girl was almost to the point of begging Sam to eat her out, to put 
his fingers in her furry little cunt and fuck her. 

"GOD!" she shouted. 

"Baby, ain't no God around here. My brother over there's gonna take care of 
things," Hal muttered. 

Patty's mind whirled around. She imagined the thick bar of meat in her ass 
was growing until it was the size of a missile. Ohhh, how good it was being 
impaled like this. 

"Yeah, yeah," Hal muttered, easing the pressure. Patty felt his belly on her 
ass. Surely he was going to come. Surely he'd grow tired of this and finish 
off, leaving Sam to take care of her cunt. Then they'd leave her alone, take 
her back where she could sort this all out in the privacy of her bedroom. 

Hal started to pull out. Patty shivered, closing her eyes and letting out 
another long, low moan. It felt as if half her guts were going out with his 
prick. The nerves in her asshole protested all the way. 

Then Hal stopped, chuckling softly, digging his fingertips into her flesh 
and shoving back in again. Patty jerked, her eyes fluttering open while her 
lower jaw slackened. She groaned louder, arching her back, wriggling her 
asscheeks obscenely against his thighs. The strange sensation of fullness in 
her body was starting to excite her. It wasn't quite like the heat rising in 
her cunt. And yet it seemed to be connected to that in an odd way. It was a 
sensation all its own, something adding spice to what was throbbing in her 
pussy already. 

"FUCK!" 

Hal's cock went deeper, past where the last stroke had stopped. The man 
behind her was shaking now, his fingers bruising her white-flesh. She could 
tell he was getting close, fighting back the desire to dump his wad into her 
tight little butt. He was telling her all sorts of weird things about how 
good and hot and fine her asshole was, how smooth and wet it felt against 
his cockhead. She in-haled sharply, her moans shuddering deep in her chest. 
His cockhead went up and up, going in so far Patty was sure he was going to 
wind up in her belly. 

"Ohhhhhhh!" 

The heat from her stretched asshole bounced off her pussy, making her clit 
sputter and vibrate wildly. Patty snapped her head from side to side, 
grunting to the man behind her that she wanted more of his cock stuffed in 
her. 

"More, in! In! Mmmmmmm!" 

"Fuck, she's goin' outta control," Hal said, surprised the girl had turned 
on so quickly to his butt-fucking. 

"Man, I told you she's nothin' but a little fuckin' slut. Man, she's so hot 
she cried when you stuck it in her. Now she wants someone to play with her 
pussy," he said, smirking at the heavy-lidded girl while rubbing his fly. "I 
ain't gonna touch that pretty little cunt for along while. She can hang 
there and try to get herself off," he growled, knowing full well what was 
behind Patty's groans of delight. 

"NOOO!" she cried as Hal thrust back and forth, gradually speeding his 
strokes until Patty thought her asshole would catch fire. As the ramming 
length and speed of the strokes grew, she felt the drag of her cuntlips milk 
more juice from her hole. 

Patty grunted with the effort of keeping up with Hal's strokes. She was 
panting like a bitch in heat, her head spinning. She knew she was being 
fucked, fucked hard and fast by this biker who enjoyed humiliating her. But 
now Patty didn't care what was happening. She didn't care about the morals 
of the situation or the danger of it. All she wanted to do was take care of 
that pulsing itch between her legs. 

"HUHHHRRRR!" she cried, bringing her knees together again and working her 
thighs against one another, anything to get more friction to her cunt. Hal 
grunted behind her. His cock pulled out, sucking her bowels down. For a 
moment only the head stayed in her shitter. Patty felt the flaring sides of 
that tip pulling at her tender asshole lining. She hunched her ass back and 
forth in fast strokes. 

With another grunt Hal rammed his cock back deep into her ass. She screamed, 
feeling lusty fire explode in her cunt. Hal was grunting something behind 
her, biting her neck, slapping her thighs and butt. Oh, he was shooting off, 
coming in her shitter. The thick, spurting masses of spunk burned the lining 
of her ass tube like jets of gasoline. Patty's cunt snapped shut on 
emptiness. Her ass wrung at his prick. She jerked, her dangling body 
twisting around, nearly knocking the big biker off the chair he still stood 
on. 

The lightning-like jolts of heat in her cunt amplified the spasming going on 
in her butt. Patty's mind centered on her pussy, her ass, and especially her 
burning clit. Every fading motion of the biker's cock heightened the wild 
contractions attacking her pussy and shitter. It was incredible! 

Patty would never have believed her clit would spasm and jerk like that 
without direct stimulation. Her legs snapped out, then flew together, 
rubbing against one another. 

"NO!" Patty cried. 

But she wanted the feeling to continue. She rolled her head from shoulder to 
shoulder, her eyes drifting up into her head while her breathing became 
shallow and labored. Sweat dripping from her forehead made her flesh glisten 
under the dim light. 

Hal's out-sliding prick paused, then slid back in quickly on a thick layer 
of his spunk. Patty wept. There were too many hot signals shooting up to her 
brain, making her cry out for more, then beg for him to stop. Her overloaded 
brain shattered. The girl screamed, fighting to keep his cock in her 
asshole. 

"Man, too much," Hal breathed, holding onto her hips and slowly puffing his 
cock out. 

Patty shivered, especially when the wide flared head reached her shithole. 
When it slipped out, the girl ground her teeth, cursing the biker. Her 
shitter still fluttered even empty now. Her clasping pussy spasmed 
unfulfilled as she dangled from the ceiling like a hunk of beaten meat. 

Hal moved away from her, laughing as he stepped down from the chair and 
grinned at his brother. 

"She was somethin' else, man," he said, brushing the hairs of her cunt with 
the back of one hand. Patty flinched, even that feathery touch sending her 
cunt off into a series of pre-orgasmic spasms. The girl closed her eyes, 
feeling her skin crawl with unspeakable pleasure. Oh, why didn't' they get 
it over with and fuck her, fuck her so hard in the cunt that she wouldn't be 
able to piss for weeks! 

Patty tried relaxing. Her body straightened slowly. Her toes nearly brushed 
the floor, the rope having stretched a good deal during her ordeal. Patty 
had never felt so deserted before in her life. A bubble of air escaped from 
her pussy while the biker's cum oozed from her asshole. Patty closed her 
eyes in defeat, waiting for the inevitable. 

"Let's clean 'er out. Not good havin' all that fuckin' cum sloshin' around 
in your butt," Sam sneered. 

Patty watched fascinated as Sam approached a large wooden keg with a small 
brass faucet drilled into it. She'd seen it as they came in but thought 
little of it. There were lots of boxes and crates here and the barrel was 
just one more piece of dirty refuse. Apparently, however, her early 
assessment was wrong. 

Sam pulled the cask over until it was behind the hanging blonde teen. 

"Wh-what are you going to do to me?" Patty stammered. 

The girl peered down in fascination, watching as Sam attached a long black 
hose to the faucet, then attached a tarnished brass clamp near the tip of 
the faucet. There was what appeared to be a steel nozzle at the other end of 
the tube. In a flash the young woman realized it was a makeshift enema the 
biker was creating. She struggled, the cords standing out on her neck once 
more, her toenails barely scraping the dirty floor. They were going to shove 
that vile thing up her ass, cleaning her out with that water! There were 
more delicious agonies in store for her. Her blood pounded in her ears while 
her heart felt as if it were going to tear through her ribcage. The girl 
worked her fingers against her palms. Ohhh, how hot her cunt was! Her pussy 
was creaming while she struggled. 

"Mmmmmmmmmmm," Patty sighed, unable to hide her true feelings any more. Sam 
was rubbing the heel of his palm against her cunt, smiling when he felt that 
furry mound actually move under that light touch. She could hear his fingers 
clicking against one another. They were wet, slicked down with her hot cunt 
juice. That thought made her pant with excitement. 

"Shove it in 'er," Sam said, pressing his fingers, slowly peeling back her 
cuntlips. Patty felt them unsticking, felt the part, felt his fingers touch 
the dark red moist meat of her convulsing pussy. It was too much to handle. 
The girl jerked her head back and let out an animal yelp! She squeezed her 
butt muscles together and jerked her body forward, wanting to impale her hot 
little cunt on those wonderful fingers. Oh, God, she was going crazy with 
frustrated lust! Wasn't there any way she could satisfy herself quickly? Sam 
was playing her like an instrument, pushing her toward an orgasm, then 
pulling back the moment he saw her about to go over the brink. Patty hung 
there panting, sweat cascading down her body, her legs alternately kicking 
out, then snapping together, trying to trap his probing hands between them. 

"Ohhhhh, take it out! Unnghhhh, it hurts!" 

Hal had shoved the tube in her shitter. The girl felt her ass muscles 
clenching instinctively around the cold metal. She tried pushing back, 
trying to shove out the foreign metal. 

Hal laughed while his brother toyed with Patty's drooling cunt. The blonde 
teen felt his fingers spreading her pussy walls wide, felt them sliding in 
so easy, her cunt greased down with that thick, heavy fluid. Patty felt wave 
on wave of humiliation. They all knew now just how aroused she was. As 
painful as the enema was being shoved up her butt, the girl moaned like a 
bitch dog in heat. Hal leaned over to the faucet of the barrel. As he did, 
Sam tweaked her slit, sending the girl off into another series of yelping 
cries. Her knees shot apart, bobbing up and down, making the hook above her 
groan against the hardwood beam. More dirt and dust filtered down onto the 
'unfortunate girl. With a nod Hal turned the spigot. The black rubber hose 
moved as water flowed quickly through, then up into the nozzle. 

"UNNGHHHHH!" 

Patty gasped, feeling the impact of the water flow into her shitter. Her 
body jerked, her asscheeks jiggling up and down, the girl arched her back, 
sending her body forward, her cunt sliding farther onto Sam's probing 
fingers. It was just what both of them wanted. 

"Nice and hot, eh, baby'? Like it that way, a hot ass filled with water and 
your cunt being fingered, right?" Sam said, his eyebrows arching while a 
sneering smile crossed his lips. 

Patty let out more choked cries. The sensations attacking her ass and pussy 
were unreal. The blonde teen's eyes glowed with lust. Strangely enough she 
started feeling terribly high, sawing her thighs back and forth, fucking 
herself on Jack's fingers while water splashed from her shitter, only to be 
replaced with more cold fluid. 

"Stop it! Oh, my God, what are you doing to me?" the girl wailed. Something 
inside her still said what was happening was unnatural, sick. How could her 
pussy be so hot when she was getting this foul enema? 

Sam knelt in front of her, holding her legs still and starting to tongue 
her. The girl started to moan as he moved his tongue up and down her pussy. 
Each movement of his head, each flick of the tongue brought more juice. 
Behind her Hal was now regulating the flow of water, sometimes shutting it 
off, sometimes increasing it until she thought her ass was going to swell up 
and burst. A trickle of the liquid ran down both her legs. 

As her arousal built, the motions of his tongue on Patty's cunt became more 
and more frenzied. The girl could smell herself as she rocketed toward 
climax. Thank God, it seemed that Sam was finally going to let her come. The 
room spun around. She stared heavy-lidded down at the biker, then let her 
head fall back. The pulling agony in her shoulders disappeared for a while. 
The sharp throbbing in her wrists as the ropes cut cruelly into her flesh 
evaporated as she came. The blonde teen jerked and bounced while a small 
puddle of water collected at her feet. Hal turned the spigot all the way, 
watching a spray of water shoot from between the girl's jiggling asscheeks. 

Patty screamed, her face turning white, her mouth tightening while the 
tendons stood out against her flesh. She started making strange gurgling 
sounds as spit frothed at the corners of her lips. Her blonde hair splashed 
over her face and tits while Sam ate her pussy hungrily and busily. 

"AHHHH!" Patty squealed again, her hips going wild. She bounced up and down 
as Sam's tongue stiffened and pierced her cunt slit again and again. Hal was 
adjusting the flow of water in her ass, making it pulse just as if it were a 
cock. The young teen couldn't take it any longer. She threw back her head, 
opened her mouth and let out a long high-pitched wail. The moment of 
excruciating madness had finally come! She was riding high, bouncing up the 
ropes while her orgasm tore through. 

"WAWWWWAHH!" 

It was like a thunderbolt shooting through her. She quivered like an arrow 
as the wild ecstasy shot sparklers of delight through her cunt. Sam rubbed 
his tongue and lips greedily up and down her furry pussy, coating the girl's 
cunt with his spit. Patty thought she was going to pass out from the force 
of her orgasm. She cried and sobbed, coughing at times, sucking in air to 
feed her wildly twisting body. She squeezed her sphincter muscles around the 
enema nozzle, feeling a strange pleasure between her tortured asscheeks. 
Slowly the girl came down from her high, sagging again in the ropes. It took 
some time before either she or Sam could speak. A long dark stain darkened 
one leg of his Levi's. 

"Take 'er down, but keep the ropes on her wrists," Sam said, steadying 
himself. 

Hal took the enema plug out of her ass with one jerk. Patty shivered, 
feeling exhausted. The climax had taken every ounce of strength and will 
from her. She hung in the middle of that filthy cabin like a limp dishrag. 
They were going to do other things to her, she was sure of it. But at this 
point the girl didn't care. She felt so warm and buzzy. Someone was moving 
behind her, Hal again, balancing himself on the chair he'd stood on fucking 
her butt. She felt the ropes moving, heard more groaning, then felt her body 
slowly descending to the floor. Soon her heels were on the dirty wood, the 
stretching pain in her shoulders going away quickly as her arms dropped to 
her sides. Thank God! 

"Bend over," Sam said, illustrating his command by putting one hand hard 
against the back of her neck and pushing forward. 

Patty knew she had no other recourse than to obey quickly. She bent at the 
waist, putting her bound wrists against her ankle as directed. 

"Get that board," Sam said, indicating a two-by-four behind an overturned 
chair. Hal slid the board over to his brother who then wedged it between 
Patty's feet. Both brothers fastened her ankles to the board, tying her 
wrists to her left leg. 

Her hair hung down over her face. Patty felt her knees buckling from 
weakness. Her butt was high in the air, wiggling back and forth as water 
still trickled out of her asshole and down the backs of her legs. Why had 
they bent her over in this position? Were they going to butt-fuck her again? 

"She looks a little cold. Maybe I oughtta warm her up a little," Sam said, 
fishing out a lighter from his pants pocket and flipping it open. Patty 
twisted around, peering over her thighs and seeing a yellow flame flickering 
behind her. In a flash she knew what he was going to do. Beads of 
perspiration broke out on her forehead as she tried to move away. But the 
board between her legs kept her from moving too much. Her chest tightened 
again, but this time it wasn't lust making her breathing labored and 
shallow. Sheer terror assailed her. 

"NO!" she shouted, her face turning red as Sam moved the lighter closer to 
her pussy. 

The teen could feel the warmth at times brushing over her quivering flesh 
like a kiss. Sam chuckled, moving the tiny fire up to her asshole, then down 
to her cuntlips. Patty waited, her mind whirling around in horror as the 
fire edged closer and closer to her pussy. 

 CHAPTER SIX 

"Yeah, I dig it when the flesh turns red like that," Sam said, moving the 
flickering flame up and down her inner thighs. 

Patty smelled the burning lighter fluid as blasts of heat moved up and down 
her legs. Sam was brushing the bottom of her cunt with the tip of the fire, 
laughing as some of her blonde pussy curls singed under the intense heat. 
She tensed, her thighs quivering, her face a mask of intense concentration. 
At times the girl let out tiny gasping whimpers. Her tits bounced on her 
chest while she jerked and pulled at the ropes holding her in that obscene 
position. The board scraped against her ankles, still holding firmly as 
ever. Her skin crawled as Sam stopped the fire for a second, humming some 
country and western tune absently while studying her quivering pussy. 

"Man, I'm gettin' hard again," Hal said, studying her creaming cunt as well. 
He moved around to the front, curling his fingers around several strands of 
Patty's blonde hair. She felt his fingertips pressing just above her ears as 
he tilted her head back. Rolling her eyes up, she saw his cock was stiff 
once more, sticking out like a big tree trunk, swaying from side to side, 
the head a deep red. Patty wrinkled up her nose at the smell of his unwashed 
crotch, shrinking back as best she could while Sam played the flame over the 
backs of her legs. 

"Unnghhh!" 

He was hunching forward, brushing the dribbling tip of his cock against her 
cheeks. She compressed her lips, guessing he wanted her to give him head. 
No, no, I won't do it! The girl screamed to herself, trying to pull her head 
away. But Hal had her skull gripped firmly in his hands, smiling down 
grimly, tugging at the strands, making Patty groan each time he pulled hard. 

"Ohhhh, baby, gimme some head," he sighed, tilting her head back so far that 
her shoulders and neck kinked. 

Patty had no choice. She closed her eyes, feeling tears once again welling 
up behind the lids as the smell of his groin grew stronger. She felt the 
salty tip brush over her lips, then push in, parting them and pressing 
against her front teeth. With a shuddering groan Patty gave in, relaxing her 
muscles and letting the fat prick in. 

Hal moaned, pressing his hands harder against the sides of her head. Patty 
relaxed as much as she could. In an instant his big cock filled her mouth. 
The thick pre-cum bubbled out of the pissslit, coating the insides of her 
cheeks. The salty, bleachy flavor made her swallow continually until her 
throat was coated with the stuff. 

The young biker twisted his hips, making her cheeks puff out with his 
stirring hunk of cock. Patty felt the throbbing prick brush over her tongue, 
then head back, farther into her mouth until it was touching her tonsils. 
Oh, she was going to choke on his meat! 

"Lick it, suck hard, baby, suck it good," Hal moaned. 

The blonde teen felt his fleshy cockhead pushing back over her tongue. 
Taking a deep breath, Patty relaxed even more and felt Hal shove down 
harder. The tip hit the back of he throat, pressed hard, then slid down into 
her gullet. 

"Mmmmmmmmmmmmm!" Patty groaned, worried that he'd forget she needed air to 
breathe. 

Hal finally let her go after they rocked back and forth and she gagged for 
air. She sucked in air through her nostrils, still having the biker's cock 
in her mouth. Her tongue wrapped around the throbbing prick, caressing the 
sensitive underside, milking yet more jizz from the slit. 

Sam, meanwhile, had moved the fire back to her knee, slightly burning the 
flesh and making the girl cry out in a muffled roar while the smell of 
singed body hairs filled the tiny cabin. The touch of that flame nearly 
brought the teenager to her knees. It was only Hal's firm grip on her head 
that kept her standing, that, and the implied threat that more flame would 
be applied to more sensitive places on her body if she were to collapse. 

Patty shook with absolute terror. Sam licked his lips as he drew back and 
stared at the round swell of her young firm ass cheeks. The quivering going 
on now in her violated asshole excited him more. He watched those globes 
move, tighten, and relax as the girl waited for yet more pain. 

Sam breathed a little harder. His deep, shivering breaths filled the little 
room. Patty felt the warmth of the flame again, this time as it moved across 
the rounded bottom of her left asscheek. The wet, sticky line of her pussy 
slit felt suddenly exposed. She thought of it, inches away from the 
destructive flame. Would he burn her there, mutilate her forever? The 
thought had the curious effect of stimulating her cunt again, making it wet 
and tight and hot all over! 

Patty's cunt sucked in air, opening in an uncontrollable spasm as the flame 
traced the outer line of her cuntlips. She heard the curls crackling under 
the intense heat. She pictured them turning back, blackened by the flame 
that inched up and down her pussylips. The girl bit her lip, her face 
tightening, her nostrils flaring while her lower jaw dropped. Her eyelids 
wrinkled as Sam toyed with her cunt. 

Then the flame moved away. Hal was sawing his prick rapidly in and out of 
her mouth. She concentrated on that now, tightening her jaw, sucking in so 
hard her cheeks caved in and caressed the tight pink flesh of his prick. At 
times she felt his balls swinging up and slapping against her chin. 

Her eyes opened up, her screams still blocked by the young biker's cock. She 
thrashed, nearly pitching forward, wriggling her butt violently from side to 
side, desperately trying to get away from the killing flame. Sam had let the 
tip brush against her cuntlips. A draft of air blew the fire to the right, 
centering it on her wet slit. A shocking heat burned the center of her 
pussy. Patty's cunt clamped down on thin air protectively as the blonde teen 
tried wildly to get away. 

"Ahhhhhh!" 

Hal's head shot back while he held Patty's skull tightly. He was coming, 
shooting his hot jizz into her sucking mouth. The girl struggled, coughing, 
gagging, feeling her mouth fill up with the bleachy tasting spunk. Spit and 
cum oozed from the corners of her mouth while her face turned a dark red. 
God, didn't it ever stop? His orgasm seemed to take forever. And behind her 
that flame was still flirting with her pussy. 

"Good head, good everything," Hal muttered, wiping the tip of his cock 
across her lips, then pulling violently at her hair one final time. 

Sam had moved the fire back up to her butt. The pain was terrible. The heat 
felt like a hundred blazing coals that had been dumped on her butt. 

"Oh, Christ, no!" Patty screamed, spitting out the mixture of spit and jizz. 
Her head throbbed while she felt the heat move through her cunt and ass. Sam 
was playing with her, moving the lighter over all parts of her body. She 
cried and whimpered, tensing her muscles, jerking her body from side to 
side, up and down, in any direction to get away from wherever the flame 
happened to be at that moment. 

"NOOO, oh, nooo!" she wailed. 

And yet Patty knew it felt good, so terrifying and yet so good. It was the 
same kind of fear that had come when Hal fucked her in the ass or when Sam 
instructed that the strange enema nozzle be shoved up her shitter. 

"Gonna burn your cunt up," Sam said, watching the girl's flesh quiver as he 
directed the flame back to her cunt. The fire touched a few hairs at the 
crease of her pussy. Patty's face turned white, her body tensed, her feet 
jerked as best they could while her fingers curled into fists. Her thigh and 
belly muscles tightened, making her ass jiggle. 

Sam reached up, holding her cunt open with one hand while he moved the flame 
up and down. Patty sucked in a deep breath, her head shaking as if she were 
having a fit while her neck muscles tightened and stood out. 

Sam was humming that country and western song again, chuckling at times, 
pretending like nothing was wrong. 

Patty shivered all over. The one thing that was really hers, her cunt, was 
about to be destroyed. She begged him wildly not to hurt her. 

"No.! Oh, don't ... not that ... save that! Oh, please, please, don't do 
this to me!" 

"Stupid bitch," was all Sam said. 

The biker touched the tip of the flame directly below her clit. Patty 
screamed, her head jerking from side to side, her hair splashing over her 
feet. It felt as if a needle had been shoved into her pussy. The girl 
screamed and shrieked, her fingers digging cruelly into one ankle while her 
clit filled with blood. Sam smiled, finding this interesting. He knew the 
girl was a masochist, someone who enjoyed torture and humiliation as much as 
she cried out against it. But this was something else. He was threatening to 
destroy her cunt and she was loving it. He'd have to make sure they got 
together a lot of times. 

Sam stood straight, her screams and whimpering becoming an annoyance. More 
juice seeped from her cunthole, wetting the backs of her shaking legs. 
Patty's screams died away as Sam withdrew the lighter. She heard the metal 
cap flip down and sighed, nearly falling to the floor. It was over, at least 
for now. 

"You like cock, lots of it, right? Man, you're gonna get plenty," he said, 
rubbing his prick. "Take her outside to the pit." 

Hal smiled, bending down and unfastening the board that held her legs apart 
and her wrists bound to her ankle. Patty murmured a thank you even though 
they kept the line tight around her wrists. They dragged her outside, down a 
small hill to a clearing some thirty feet east of the cabin. It was so 
quiet, so peaceful out here. Patty couldn't believe the bikers were going to 
do something terrible to her in this wilderness. Above her she could hear 
birds singing while the soft rustling sounds in the surrounding bushes 
indicated the animal life in the area. 

Sam and Hal threw her onto an old rotting picnic table that leaned against 
an oak for support. More rope-oh, God, more rope! The girl groaned, feeling 
the line rub roughly over her legs again, spreading them apart, binding them 
to the creaking legs of the picnic table. Hal took her bound wrists and 
pulled them high over her head, drawing them toward the ground and finally 
fastening both hands to her right leg. 

Patty was spread wide open, her legs making a thirty-degree angle with one 
another while her arms stretched back and down. The splinters in the table 
bit at her ass and shoulder blades whenever she moved to ease the tension in 
her muscles. Patty looked up through the latticework of branches and leaves. 
The stars were all out tonight, a half-moon silvering the woods surrounding 
them. It seemed as if God Himself would come down at any second. And yet 
what a hell they were making her live through! 

"Fire her up," Sam said. 

She heard a strange scattering sound mixed with the heavy rustling of paper. 
Turning her head to one side, she saw both men lifting a big package, 
tilting it to one side and spilling out the contents into a large black 
grill. Charcoal! 

"You're gonna have one hell of a lover, Patty ... one hell of a lover," Sam 
said as his brother picked up a can and sprayed lighter fluid all over the 
dusty coals. 

Patty narrowed her eyes and studied what was in Sam's hand. It was a long, 
tapered, iron weapon of some sort. The handle was wooden, the tip a grooved 
disc at least an inch thick. He was going to drive that thing up her cunt, 
shove it all the way into her pussy until the wooden handle was touching her 
cuntlips. And it was going to be red hot, heated to a glow by those burning 
coals! 

"NOOOOOO!" 

Patty screamed, her shrieks sending small animals rushing through the bushes 
and trees in the area. She heard her cries echo back to her, and she 
screamed again. Her face was pinched, her eyes closed, her arms and legs 
jerking so hard the muscles and tendons pressed against her sweaty flesh. 
Patty fought for all she was worth. The splinters tore at her flesh. Opening 
her eyes again, the terrified teenager saw Sam fish out his lighter again 
and flip on the flame. In a second a flash of fire swept over the coals, 
illuminating Sam and Hal with a hellish red light. She screamed again, 
jerking her head away, refusing to look at the instruments of her 
destruction. The smell of the burning lighter fluid and the crackling sounds 
of the fire as it heated the coals to a whitish gray drove Patty wild. 

"She's hot for it," Sam said, hefting one tit with the iron. Patty shrieked, 
trying to jerk her body away from the offending instrument. 

Sam smirked, then threw the iron onto the half-heated coals. The clanking 
metallic sound made Patty twitch. She looked wide-eyed at the two men, tears 
streaking her cheeks. The big biker moved his hands over her pussy, not 
surprised to find her cunt warm to the touch. It actually moved a little as 
his fingers brushed over her cunt hairs. In the light he could see where his 
lighter had burned away some of her pussy curls. He smiled more broadly, 
then grabbed hold of her cunt fur. He jerked the hair, threatening to snatch 
her pussy bald. 

Patty screamed, rolling her head from side to side. Her tits rolled 
together, then rolled apart while her ass danced frantically over the 
splintery table top. Sam pulled and yanked, forcing her pussylips apart, 
sticking two fingers in. He felt her cunt muscles spasm, then snap shut, 
trapping his fingers just above the second joint. In spite of her growing 
horror and revulsion, the young girl couldn't hide the passion she was 
feeling right now. 

"No, no, no!" Patty groaned, wishing she could fight down the delicious 
spasms tearing at her cunt. Oh, she was her own worst enemy. Nothing Sam or 
Hal did could match what her body was doing to her. It was shameful, 
humiliating, degrading to feel like this, to show such unbridled lust in 
front of the men torturing her. She was actually begging for more, asking 
for more pain to take care of her aching pussy. 

Her mouth felt like cotton. Her armpits were crusted with sweat while every 
square inch of her flesh throbbed. Her cunt and ass muscles pulsed with a 
lewd fire. She wanted to cry out but couldn't get enough wind in her 
diaphragm and lungs. All that came out was a husky panting that made her 
throat ache. 

Patty's wrists and ankles burned as they rubbed against the ropes. She tried 
to raise herself up, to impale herself on those fingers, to silently beg for 
more. But the ropes held fast, groaning against the rotting wood of the 
table. 

Sam drew back, waiting for the iron to heat up. He crackled his knuckles, 
glanced at Patty from time to time, and talked quietly to his brother while 
the coals silently did their work. 

Finally Sam went up to the grill and picked up the iron, examining the tip. 

"Yeah, just right," he said, smiling as he passed the weapon in front of his 
eyes. 

Patty whimpered, tugging desperately at the ropes. Sweat seeped into the 
chafed areas of her wrists and ankles, making those sore wounds throb as Sam 
approached the bench. The tip of that thing was dark red, the shaft closest 
to the disc somewhat white. The remainder was a dull gray, or so it seemed 
in the dim light. 

"Oh, no, no," she whimpered, trying to draw herself into a little ball to 
hide. But the ropes kept her wide open and exposed. 

"You'll dig this, baby. You like pain, plenty of it. I can see it in your 
fuckin' eyes. Well, you're gonna love this," Sam growled. 

Patty tried to say something, but only a rush of air blew through her mouth. 
She shuddered and the spasms passed down her shoulders. Her tits swelled, 
the nipples stiff and glowing. Belly spasms erupted, making her stomach buck 
and turn over. 

"And we got all night," Sam added, making her degradation complete. 

Sam moved the iron down to her right leg. Patty's eyes widened, her head 
shuddering more while her forehead wrinkled. She breathed with short, 
wheezing sounds through her nostrils while her fingers worked against the 
half-inch line biting into her wrists. 

Sam dropped the iron. The heat warmed her knees. He was taking his time 
positioning the weapon, watching the girl writhe and struggle under him. 
Then without warning, he dropped the tip on a section of her leg just above 
her right knee. 

"AGGHHHHH!" 

Patty screamed for all she was worth, her back arching while her legs 
twitched like those of a dissected frog. The scalding, unrelenting heat 
singed her tender flesh. Her blonde pussy hair shriveled, smoldering down to 
her mound. 

The bitter smell of the burned hair and dried cum was like that of a burned 
animal. The odor aroused Sam even more. His hand shook, the weapon bobbing 
in one hand. His hard-on tight-fined, pushing up even harder against his 
fly. Sam kook it away for a moment, letting the girl relax. 

"Please, no, no, take it away! I swear, I'll do Anything!" 

But the powers released in Sam's mind were too strong for her weak words. He 
moved the iron back, the heat baking her crotch. It burned into her 
convulsing cunt without ever touching her skin. 

"No, don't! AIYEEEEE!" 

The heat curled into her pussy, finding her clit and curling around it like 
a fist. She cried out again and again as a tiny orgasm erupted. It was 
enough to satisfy her for the moment, and yet it made her appetite for sex 
even greater. Greedily she shifted her hips from side to side, ashamed of 
her sick appetite for pain and pleasure, and yet unable to Curb It Any 
Longer. 

 CHAPTER SEVEN 

She dreamed and begged for mercy as the burning iron scorched her flesh. But 
in the far corners of her mind, the ecstasy released by this torture was 
something she'd want again and again. Patty couldn't believe she was 
wondering what further delight the hot, hard weapon would bring her. 

"You love it," Sam spat. His hand was shaking, the iron bobbing, nearly 
touching her juice-flecked pussylips. 

"Oh, no, no, I don't," Patty protested unconvincingly. 

The girl shivered, wondering what else he was going to do to her. 

"AHHHHHH!" 

Sam brushed the still-glowing weapon over her cuntlips, watching them move, 
watching them swell open and peel back as more heat curled into the center 
of her juicing pussy. He couldn't take it any more. Throwing the iron back 
into the grill, he tore open his Levi's and let his long thick cock spill 
out. Patty jerked her head up the moment she heard his zipper teasing open. 
Her eyes grew wide once more in wild delight when she realized what he was 
going to do. Hal moved away, not particularly interested in watching his 
brother pound some girl's pussy flat with his groin. 

"Damn it," Sam muttered, slicing the ropes binding her ankles with a pocket 
knife, then shoving her knees up while crawling onto the picnic table with 
Patty. They were both so hot the inconvenience of where they were fucking 
didn't bother them. Patty wished Sam could untie her hands. Maybe he'd 
planned to but forgot under the heat of his throbbing cock. No matter. She 
was enjoying this, loving the sensation of his sweaty body grinding against 
hers, of his fingers crawling all over her tits, pinching her nipples, then 
smoothing down the sides of her body. All the pain, all the whip marks, all 
the welts and burns seemed to disappear under the magic of the biker's 
heavy, insistent body. 

"Oh, oh, fuck me, fuck me hard, fuck me!" 

Patty felt his hands pushing up under her thighs, rolling her back, parting 
her legs until they were bent at the knees and dangling over the edges of 
the table. She felt her pussylips stickily peel back, ex-posing every inch 
of the moist red meat underneath. Sam was saying terrible things to her in 
her ear, telling her what a good fuck she was, telling her how he was going 
to ream her out with his cock until she went crazy. 

When Patty finally felt his cockhead rubbing over her greasy cuntlips, she 
let out a sobbing gasp, tears spilling over. She was so hot for a cock that 
she was actually crying for it! The young girl couldn't believe what they 
had done to her body and mind, making her react this way to fucking. 

Slowly, steadily, his prick sank into her soft, sucking cunthole. Their 
bodies were almost touching. His thick matting of body hair tickled over 
Patty's skin. His breath came in short, sharp pants. Sweat was dripping off 
his forehead and out from under his arms. Sam twisted his body from side to 
side, the shifting weight making the picnic table groan threateningly. 

"Oh, oh, oh!" 

Sam slipped the last few inches of cock to her, then let out a sigh of 
relief. He twisted his groin around on her soft cuntlips. He could feel her 
creaming furiously, feel her pussy walls convulsing, buckling in on him, 
milking greedily at his prick. With another sigh the biker settled on her 
body and between her legs. 

Patty felt his eight-inch cock throbbing in her cunt. With each jerk of his 
hard prick, her cunt-walls squeezed tightly around it, holding it in a 
velvety trap. It was wonderful, this feeling of being filled, this sensation 
of having something hard and hot rubbing against her aroused clit. She 
wanted him to pound her with his cock, fill her with his cum until she 
tasted it. 

"Man, I knew I'd have you beggin' for it. You practically went nuts when I 
stuck it to you, didn't you?" Sam whispered hoarsely. 

"Yes, yes," Patty quickly agreed. 

Sam grunted, pushing his hairy ass up high, getting his prick into position 
for the downstroke. 

"Now take it, bitch, get that hot meat!" 

He shoved down fast, his cock traveling like a red-hot poker through butter. 

Patty screamed, loving the way he was throwing his meat into her. Her cunt 
quickly simmered under his constant, wonderful attack. Her pussy boiled with 
juice and heat while her clit was rubbed up to climax. Only moments, only 
seconds were between her and orgasm. 

"Oh, yeah, hot and fine," Sam grunted, burying his face in her shoulders 
while he kept his thighs pile driving into her body. 

Patty was full of cock, stuffed with his meat until she thought her pussy 
would tear. Her ass quivered with sensations as if it were filled with cock 
also. Maybe she was having phantom sensations, her body remembering Hal's 
cock and how it stretched her small asshole to take his thickness. 

"AHHHHHHH!" Patty cried. It signaled the end. 

Sam stopped for a second, then pumped more furiously than before. He rammed 
his cock faster and faster, his balls so full of cum they ached. He started 
moaning as loudly as she was, shouting as he slammed his body into hers, 
sending stream after stream of jizz into her tight cunt. 

"NOOOOOOO!" the girl shouted. It was her turn to come. Her cunt and ass 
squeezed, tightly clutching along the quivering inches of Sam's cock while 
her body blew to pieces. It was the most explosive, exciting thing the girl 
had ever felt in her life! Her arms jerked, snapping against the ropes still 
binding her wrists together. Moving her legs as best she could, Patty felt 
his prick jerking, twitching, sending more cum spattering against her cunt 
walls. Ohhh, it was heavenly, something she couldn't describe for all the 
money in the world. Patty felt as if she were all cunt-hot and wet, milking 
at his shooting cock. No, she didn't want these men to stop hurting her, 
humiliating her, and degrading her. She wanted them to drive her through the 
mud, make her feel filthy like the low-born slut she was. 

"Shit, I've just about had it with this one," Sam aid, pulling out of her 
cunthole and staggering back Patty stared at those wonderful thighs, at 
those long legs now disappearing under his Levi's, at that fat long cock 
that had brought such pleasure to her pussy. She sighed, wondering if she'd 
ever feel anything like that again. 

Hal unbound her wrists, rubbing the chafed flesh while Sam walked back into 
the cabin, reappearing with her clothes in one hand. 

Patty raised her head slowly, wincing as the aches in her shoulders, neck 
and upper arms finally became apparent. They'd hung her in all sorts of 
positions and now her muscles were sore. She rubbed her back with one hand, 
feeling strangely quiet in this outdoor scene. 

"We got a buddy, Jack Hawkins, he's been watchin' you. Said he was gonna 
make a move on you. Guess he didn't," Sam said, throwing her clothes on the 
ground. "You pick 'em up and get dressed fast," Sam ordered. "Then I'm gonna 
give Jack a call. Maybe tomorrow he'll bring you back up here. You'll like 
Jack," Sam sneered. "And remember, you tell anyone about what happened and 
we'll beat the shit outta you. The cops ain't gonna find where we hide out. 
If it takes a day, a week or a fuckin' year, we'll find you." 

Patty shivered. Knowing what these two brothers were capable of in play, she 
had little doubt of the business they meant now. The blonde teen dressed 
quickly, glad in a way to be leaving. Although she had felt things she 
thought were impossible for human beings to sense, still Patty wanted to be 
alone to think about what happened. It was all strangely new to her, this 
feeling of sexual excitement tied to pain and degradation. 

She pulled up her panties, drawing her halter over her tits and snapping the 
clamp behind her. Sam gunned up the Harley and brought it around to the 
front of the cabin, telling his brother to take his bike and get some food 
in town. 

"Remember, not a fuckin' word. Hold on," Sam warned again. 

The girl hardly had the strength to haul herself onto the back of the bike. 
The places where Sam had burned her started to throb while her head spun 
around and around. Still somehow the teen found reserves of strength and 
hooked her arms around the big man's waist, clinging for all she was worth 
as they roared from the clearing back down toward the main highway. 

"I don't see why you want to wear that!" Janice snapped, glaring at her twin 
sister. 

Patty was sitting in front of the dresser, absently brushing her hair. She 
focused her eyes on Janice's reflection and shrugged her shoulders. 

"It's cold outside. Your sweater's warmer than mine. You like the color of 
the other one better anyway," Patty said, hiding a smirk on her lips as she 
watched her sister's face redden. 

No, she's not going to make me mad, Janice said to herself, clenching her 
fists against her sides and forcing a smile. 

"But our initials, what do I do with a P on my sweater?" she asked, pointing 
to the letter neatly embroidered on the collar. 

"It's perfect for you, Janice ... stands for purity," Patty said, giggling 
and throwing down her brush. She knew her sister was going out on a date 
tonight and she was dying to find out his name. The thought of Janice making 
out drove her simply wild with laughter. The switching of sweaters was a 
last-minute stroke of genius. 

During the day Sam called her and said this Jack character would meet her 
behind the grandstand on the high school football field after eight, the 
same time Janice was supposed to meet her date in the general vicinity. 
Wouldn't it be fun if Janice were to take her place, to be dragged through 
the same horrors she was. Patty stopped brushing her hair for a moment, 
feeling a pang of remorse. Wouldn't it be going against her natural feelings 
as a sister to let something like that happen? Could Janice take it? Then 
she thought of all those tedious moral lectures her twin gave her, those 
disapproving looks over the dinner table that made even her tolerant mother 
suspicious. No, let the little prissy bitch suffer. She hit a tangle and 
yanked hard. 

"Oh, if you only knew...." 

Janice would love to see Patty's face turn green with envy, knowing she had 
a date with Mr. Davis tonight. At school he'd told her he'd be working late 
on some articles for the school paper. No one would be around except that 
drunken janitor reeling around in the basement. It would be perfect. Her 
mother had long since gotten as used to her studying and devotion to school 
activities as to Patty's running around like a princess in heat. Everything 
was going fine until this little kink. Well, let Patty have her way. The 
sooner she got out of this madhouse the better! 

"Enjoy your date. I know you told mother one thing, but I know you're going 
out," Patty said, turning around and resting her head on both hands. She was 
flashing her a sarcastic smile, raising her eyebrows and narrowing her eyes. 
"Enjoy. Don't let him fuck you too hard." 

"Ohhhhh!" 

Janice stamped her feet, then turned and rushed down the stairs, her face 
still burning with embarrassment. It was as if Patty could read her mind. 
Was there something in the way she walked, in what she said that tipped off 
her sister? Oh, that Patty! She swore the girl could read minds. 

"Don't stay there too late, dear," her mother called out from the kitchen. 
"You know I don't like you walking home late at night." 

Janice slammed the door and stood on the porch for a moment. Sure, of 
course! Patty could carouse until all hours of the morning. But if she were 
late, God forbid! 

Janice sauntered down the path and walked toward the school. She'd forget 
about Patty and her mother once she felt Jim's arms around her. Oh, the 
thought of being nestled against him, his cock snaking up into her cunt, 
drove her to walk more quickly down the narrow street. 

The girl rubbed her upper arms briskly, adjusting her sister's sweater 
around her shoulders. The cool night air caressed her burning cheeks. Yes, 
tonight she was going to feel Jim Davis' cock reaming out her pussy, and the 
thought of it happening to her didn't make her blush or have any regrets. 
Janice had thought it all through, thought about what possible consequences 
there might be if they were discovered. It was worth it. She realized Patty 
had been right about one thing. Her sister at least knew how to live, how to 
enjoy herself with men. It had stunted her life up to now, but Janice was 
determined it wouldn't from now on. 

Turning the corner, she saw the dark shape of the grandstand looming ahead. 
It looked so forbidding, the girl wanted for a second to turn back and run 
to the safety of her home. Then she thought of Mr. Davis and all her fears 
left her. 

Crossing the street, Janice ran to the rear of the structure, stopping in 
front of the ticket booth where she said she'd meet him. It was so quiet, so 
eerie out there on the playing field with no one around. In the distance she 
could hear a dog barking. A soft breeze ruffled her hair, blowing it around 
her throat while the stars twinkled brilliantly overhead. Janice breathed 
heavily, growing impatient for Jim's arrival. Oh, she'd collapse into his 
arms and.... 

The sounds of footsteps slowly approaching, crushing down the grass behind 
her made Janice start. She smiled, closing her eyes and sighing with relief 
as she felt her pussy quiver. Her cuntwalls were warm and velvety, working 
against one another as she turned to meet her new lover. 

"You!" 

Her eyes widened as she stepped back and hugged her tits with both arms. It 
was Jack Hawkins! What was he doing here? She felt fear rising in her, 
clutching her chest as he stopped and put his hands on his big hips. The 
faint light around them illuminated his face. He was sneering at her. 

"Come on. We ain't got all night. I had to cop the car from my old man. 
You'd better be as good as Hal and Sam say you are," he said, his eyes 
narrowing. When he stretched out one hand, Janice shrank away. What was he 
talking about? She looked at him with confusion, shaking her head from side 
to side. He was going to take her somewhere? Not on her life! And who were 
Sam and Hal? The girl began to think Jack had gone mad. 

"Get away from me!" she hissed, her eyes searching the playing field 
desperately for Jim Davis. Surely he had to be around. He'd come and save 
her just as he did the day before. 

"Playing the same game your sister did yesterday, eh? Like to play the 
shrinking virgin?" Jack said, chuckling as he lunged at her and grabbed her 
hard around the wrist. 

Janice struggled, the sweater falling to the ground as jack twisted her arm 
up and around. A shock of pain shot up her arm into her shoulder, knocking 
the wind from her. She collapsed to the ground sobbing, gasping for air, 
trying to get enough oxygen in her lungs to scream. 

"I dig this too," Jack confessed, backhanding her across the face. 

Janice's head snapped back, her hair whipping across her tits while her arms 
shot apart and flailed wildly in the air. She pitched back, her ass hitting 
the ground first and sliding on the damp grass. Her legs folded over one 
another, her heels digging into the soft ground as she tried to protect her 
face from another attack. 

"Stop! STOP!" she screamed, finally finding the energy and air to scream. 
The girl rolled over on her hands and knees and started scampering away like 
an animal, her tits bouncing on her upper chest. She was panting, panting 
like a dog while Jack pursued her hotly. 

"Little cunt!" he muttered, his fingers just missing her flying hair as he 
slipped on the wet grass. 

Janice felt like her feet had wings. Once more she'd get away from the 
maniac with a little luck. She stretched her arms in front of her as if that 
could help. 

"OH!" 

Janice slipped, crashing heavily to the ground. In an instant Jack was on 
top of her, his fingers curled around her wrists, pinning them to the ground 
while his knees dug painfully into her thighs. He was pushing her legs 
apart, breathing heavily on her face while she whimpered and tried to move 
away. It was impossible. She was trapped, trapped like some kind of helpless 
insect on a biologist's dissection slide. 

"Gonna play tough, eh? Gonna try the same shit your fuckin' sister tried 
yesterday, eh? 

"I'm Janice. I swear, Patty's...." 

Janice didn't have a chance to explain further. Jack pulled his hand away 
from her arm quickly, too quickly for her to take advantage of that sudden 
freedom. She saw the closed fist arc high in the air, then come down toward 
her face. She screamed, or thought she did. Maybe it was simply an inner cry 
of horror. The fist struck her hard across the forehead, knocking her 
senseless. 

Jack scooped her up off the ground, carrying her like a sack of dirt to his 
car. Janice didn't even have the strength to hold on, let alone escape. She 
felt herself being shoved into the back seat, heard the door slam, and felt 
the car rumble into action. At times she tried to fight through the cloud 
fuzzing over her mind. But it was futile. With a final gasp, the girl let 
herself sink into unconsciousness. 

 CHAPTER EIGHT 

"I'm not Patty. I tell you I'm not Patty!" Janice screamed. 

What did it take for these animals to understand? She had awakened in the 
middle of this nowhere hell, bound in this grotesque position with three 
strange men standing around her. And where in God's name did they get that 
awful dog? He was snapping and growling at her, making her flesh crawl. She 
didn't like the way his eyes studied her, the way they narrowed when she 
tried to move away from him. At times Janice was afraid he was going to tear 
away from the leather leash holding him to Jack and fall on her. 

"The sweater, baby," Sam said, holding the garment up to her face. 

Janice groaned. It was her sister's, the initial P indicting her as Patty. 
It was useless. They wouldn't believe her. They didn't want to believe her. 

"Can't see why you're playing the prissy-ass tonight. Man, last night you 
couldn't get enough!" 

"Last night ... ?" 

It all fell together now! Patty, that secretive silly smile she wore while 
brushing her hair tonight, the use of her sweater. She knew what was going 
to happen. She and these men had something going up here, and for some 
reason she wanted Janice to sully herself as well. 

"Please, let me go!" the girl cried out wildly, feeling the trap closing 
around her throat now. 

What kind of outfit had they dressed her up in? She had been unconscious all 
through the trip, awakening now to find a leather-studded collar clamped 
tightly to her throat. Attached to the collar was a single strip that came 
down to a point just above her navel. There an iron ring hung from which two 
leather straps in either direction wrapped around her waist. Janice wasn't 
sure what device was behind her, but she could feel something metallic 
pressing against her spine and guessed a complementing ring was there. 
Straps lay against her back, going up to the rear of her collar and attached 
there. Keeping the device in place were two broad bands of polished black 
leather leading from the front ring, lying against the grooves separating 
her legs from her torso, then moving around the outer edges of her cuntlips 
to her ass and up to the second ring pressing against her spine. 

It was a grotesque harness, one that made Janice shudder with horror. She 
was hanging from the ceiling, ropes attached to the harness top. Whenever 
the girl struggled, the leather pressed harder against her cuntlips. 
Strangely enough Janice felt ripples of pleasure in her pussy when the 
smooth bands worked against her cuntlips. The smooth, cool rubbing sensation 
of the leather against her moist pink cuntflesh produced wild feelings in 
her pussy. She was creaming, feeling droplets of juice oozing out of her 
slit and wetting down the straps. 

"You can say anything you want here, baby," Sam said, passing the back of 
one hand over her cunt. 

Janice grimaced, shuddering in her bonds as the feel of his hairy fingers 
made her pussy wink shut. Sam smiled, shaking his head slowly. 

"Man, she's hotter tonight than she was yesterday," he muttered. 

The girl whimpered, protesting all the way as two chairs were brought up to 
her. Sam dropped his trousers, exposing his long, thick eight-inch cock. 
Janice's eyes widened, her face blushing with shame. He exposed himself so 
casually, as if there were nothing in the world wrong with that terrible 
act. 

Jack unzipped his pants and stepped onto the chair behind her, fingering her 
butt, then dropping to his knees and spreading apart her asscheeks while 
tonguing up and down her narrow, tight little crack. 

Janice cried out, her shoulder blades jutting out while she arched her back 
and kicked her legs forward. A man was doing this terrible thing to her, a 
strange man! Even Jim hadn't tried something as foul, as kinky as that! She 
twisted her hips desperately, whimpering through her flared nostrils, 
begging them to stop. But Jack was so strong, his fingertips bruising her 
flesh while his tongue slopped up and down her buttcrack. Her asscheeks 
jiggled from the force of his grip, her butt thrashing while spit dribbled 
down her inner thighs. He was pressing the tip of his tongue against her 
asshole, growling like a dog woofing down dinner, tickling the surrounding 
flesh with his black moustache while sucking hard at her tiny shithole. It 
was so weird, so unnaturally strange to have a man tonguing her shit chute! 

Sam was holding her around the chest, inching under her, directing his 
cockhead toward the center of her cunt. 

"Let's get her at the same time," Jack growled. "Yeah, good idea," Sam 
agreed. 

Janice's hair stood on end, her eyes widening as she stared in disbelief at 
the two men. Fuck her, both of them at the same time? No, no, that was 
unholy! She closed her eyes and let out a wail of despair, kicking her legs 
at Sam and nearly knocking him off the chair. The biker held on, slapping 
the girl twice and ending her futile attempt at struggling. 

Janice tried pushing him away with her arms. Since the ropes holding her to 
the ceiling were attached around the harness, her hands were relatively 
free. But of course the men were far stronger than she, actually enjoying 
her fighting, saying they preferred a cunt with some spunk. 

Soon Janice could feel two cocks probing along her body. She clenched her 
teeth, letting out a shivering moan while her body trembled as if someone 
were electrocuting her. She'd only been fucked once, and that was yesterday. 
God only knews how many times Patty had put out. She could take this sort of 
thing. But her ... ? 

"STOP IT!" she screamed, jiggling on the ropes like a piece of meat in the 
wind. 

Sam and Jack only laughed again at her pleas. Sam's muscular thighs pressed 
in close against the teenager's body. He was inching down, shoving his knees 
against hers while brushing his hot cockhead against her hairy cunt. Janice 
groaned, feeling the leather straps forcing her pussylips apart as she 
twisted helplessly on the ropes. The harness pinched her flesh cruelly 
around her ribcage and upper arms. Her spine seemed to curl while Sam was 
trying to fuck her in this standing position. At times she was certain he 
couldn't do this terrible thing to her. At other times it seemed so natural 
she wondered what was taking him so long. 

Below them all the while the big German Shepherd was snapping and growling, 
having been tied to a large metal spike driven into one of the walls. No, 
she'd forget about him. She didn't even want to think of why they'd brought 
that thing in with them. 

"OHHHHHH!" 

Why was her body betraying her like this? Why was it letting her pussy fly 
out of control? Oh, she couldn't deny it. As he rose up in the chair, she 
felt her fat cuntlips inching back, peeling back. The crack was seeping with 
bubbles of thick, hot pussy oil, the rich female cream that was driving the 
men crazy. Janice tilted her head back, feeling her long hair sweeping over 
her shoulders. She felt his body pressing against hers, his chest rubbing 
against her bare tits, the hairs stimulating her nipples, making those dark 
red nubs throb in time with her pulsing cunt. She moaned like the bitch in 
heat she was, forgetting suddenly about her pride, the difference between 
her and Patty. 

Yes, yes, she loved this! All thoughts about purity, about Mr. Davis 
evaporated now. Meat, cocks, hot, high-riding balls-that was what was 
filling her confused mind. Two men! Earlier the thought had filled her with 
terror and revulsion. And although the fear still remained, it was gradually 
being replaced by a growing curiosity and excitement. How could they do it, 
both of them, fuck her at the same time? Hanging there, twisting on the 
ropes, the leather straps biting into her white flesh, Janice wondered, 
knowing full well she was going to find out soon. 

The thick, sensitive cockhead rubbed back and forth against her juicy slit. 
Soon it was slippery with her flowing pussy juice. She felt Sam's breath 
blowing hard against her throat and cheeks. He'd told her his name just as 
she awakened, speaking as if she'd known him for months. 

The girl felt his cockhead jab at her cuntlips. Her swollen pussylips were 
forced apart finally by his red, bulbous knob. 

"Man, she's tighter than last night," Sam grunted, holding onto her more 
firmly. 

Janice wanted to tell them of course she was tighter. This wasn't Patty, the 
whore, they were fooling around with. But she kept silent, turning her head 
away, shutting her eyes and drinking in he wild sensations of men 
surrounding her, of feather caressing her flesh, of the feeling of the ropes 
yanking at the harness. 

Janice sucked in her breath as she felt the thick bunk of meat push into her 
pussy. Her cunt tickled and tingled along the juicy length of long, hard 
cock. The moist tissues jiggled together. Sam stretched her pussy walls wide 
with his prick. 

"Good?" he whispered hoarsely. 

"Uhhhhh!" Janice moaned, feeling him slip deeper into her cunt. 

"Get it into her," Jack whispered, still eating out her asshole. 

Janice tilted back her ass, careful not to shove Sam out of her cunt. At 
that strange angle, the girl discovered his prick rubbed harder against her 
clit, something she needed and wanted desperately. At the same time she was 
giving Jack more of her butt-hole to eat. 

The girl's cries of pleasure echoed in the quiet groom. It sent chills up 
and down the men's bodies and made the dog howl with frustration. Her pussy 
fitted so tightly around his cock that it seemed to be made for it. Inside 
her cunt, the slippery membranes were stretched apart to take in the 
throbbing eight inches of meat. At the top of her spread pussylips, her clit 
was sputtering. As Sam came to the end of his down stroke, his hairy crotch 
ground into the nerve-rich piece of flesh. Thrills ran through the girl's 
pussy and tits. Her cunt curled tightly around Sam's cock. 

"Give it to her good, man, give it to her good," Jack said, stepping off the 
chair and examining the streaks of spit on her thighs. He unhitched his 
belt, looping it while holding onto the buckled end. While his buddy fucked 
Janice's cunt, Jack jerked his hand back, letting the belt unfurl and 
whistle through the air. In a flash the leather weapon sliced into the 
girl's butt, making her asscheeks wiggle and bounce while leaving a long red 
mark across both globes. 

The blonde teen shrieked, her body snapping forward and screwing once more 
onto Sam's cock just as he was starting to pull back on an upstroke. The big 
biker laughed, telling her to be patient, that he'd fuck her. He wasn't 
going to leave her high and dry. 

"No, no, no!" 

Jack drew his big arm back, the belt folding over his shoulders. Snapping 
the weapon, he watched as the leather belt curled around one thigh, biting 
the flesh before slipping back to the floor. The slapping, cracking sound 
echoed in the small cabin, making the dog howl and whimper. He strained 
against the leash, his long pink tongue hanging from one corner of his mouth 
while he pinned his ears back and looked up hungrily at Janice. 

Hal had been watching this scene for a while, and felt he had to become part 
of it. Moving between his brother and Janice, he shoved his head in, his 
tongue licking around the stretched edges of her sensitive pussy. Its rough 
surface raked along over the tensed flesh, then darted inside. 

"Ah, ah," Sam panted as he felt his brother's tongue brush the underside of 
his cock. Without thinking, he shoved his hips forward, trying to get his 
cock back into Janice's cunt. His crotch ground down into Hal's head, 
pushing him into the girl's pussylips. "Man, don't do that. You ain't no 
fuckin' queer. Besides, you're gonna make me blow my load right now." 

Hal backed away disappointedly, then figured out another way to satisfy 
himself. As soon as his head was out of the way, he heard the squish of his 
brother's prick sinking into her cunt again. He reached up and pulled on 
Janice's thighs. As he held her wide open, he heard Sam's cock slide in 
several times. 

"Hey, if you wanna really make it wild, eat her cunt when I pull out. She 
oughtta go for that." 

Janice groaned, staring with glazed eyes at the big man. Her body was on 
fire. She was doing things, thinking things that she shouldn't. Oh, if only 
she could control herself better! Instead she was juicing like a street 
whore, telling them to fuck her when she should have been screaming down the 
walls for help. 

Hal didn't say anything, bracing his body between the girl's dangling legs 
and the chair Sam stood on. Behind them all, Jack was getting ready to fuck 
Janice in the ass. The girl pushed back, nearly drawing the big biker's 
prick out of her pussy. 

"Now!" Sam said. 

His throbbing cock sprang free, jerking hard several times before calming 
down. The dark-blue veins pulsed ominously against his stretched cockskin as 
he held it out of her pussy. 

"NOOOOOO!" the girl cried, feeling suddenly so empty. 

Janice grunted frantically as she felt the stretched tissues of her cunt 
being lapped by that rough, slippery tongue. She tried to snap her legs 
shut. But Hal kept his hands pressing against her thighs. He held her open, 
slopping his mouth in a licking attack. As she struggled between those three 
horny men, the girl felt her clit being teased by Hal's rough, lapping 
tongue. It was too much for her to stand. She tossed her head around, 
babbling incoherently, then finding enough will to form her groans, into 
words. 

"Ohhhh, eat me! Oh, God, God in heaven, eat me good!" 

"Shove it in her, man," Hal said, pulling back. 

Sam fitted his bloated cockhead into her pulsing cunt crack and shoved down. 
His cock pushed into her cunthole again, forcing out more pussy juice to 
trickle down her thighs. 

Janice cried out, begging for more, pumping her hips as best she could back 
and forth, forgetting about the leather cutting into her flesh. 

"Do it!" she cried. "Do it. I need it so bad. Oh, God, fuck me, fuck, fuck 
fuck!" 

Jack slipped his hands around her chest, pinching her tits, steadying 
himself now on the chair while guiding his cock to the tiny hole in the 
center of her butt crack. 

"Gonna jam this thing into your butt," Sam growled. 

"Oh, no, no, you'll kill me!" she gasped, her eyes widening again. They were 
going to fuck her at the same time, one in each hole! She'd be stuffed with 
cock, her body torn in two by those hard, hot pricks. She struggled wildly, 
jerking on the rope. The leather was wet with sweat, sliding up and down her 
flesh. Jack's cockhead pressed hard against her wrinkled shitter. 

"Take it, baby! Take my cock up your fuckin' ass!" he grunted. 

With that the big man hunched down and in. At first nothing happened. 
Janice's sphincter was too tight. She was terrified, tightening her butt, 
holding firm against that would-be intruder. 

Then Jack slapped her ass several times with an open hand, tenderizing the 
meat as he said. About the third slap, the girl's ass muscles relaxed. With 
a squishing sound, his cockhead slipped into the tight ring of protective 
butthole muscles. 

"AHHHHH, NOOOOOO!" 

She was stuffed, filled to the hilt with cock! Sam was continually shoving 
his prick in and out of her cunt while Jack braced himself against her body 
and wormed more of his cock into her ass. 

"Take it out! TAKE IT OUT!" she shrieked as the pain from her violated 
shitter radiated down both legs. It was as if someone were knifing her in 
the back. 

Of course Jack ignored her, telling her she had to take him in the ass. She 
didn't have a choice. He worked his thighs in slow, grinding motions, 
screwing his cock into her butt. Finally it slipped farther and farther 
between her soft, spread asscheeks until nearly half of it was embedded in 
her shithole. 

"Fuck me, baby, fuck me good," Sam said as the girl pitched forward in a 
wild attempt to move from the ass-fucking cock. 

Jack kept pushing against her, his ass moving with hers as he kept his cock 
firmly embedded in her ass. Realizing there was nothing she could do to get 
away from his cock, the girl tried to force herself to relax. Come on, 
loosen up, Janice, relax or it'll kill you, she told herself, fighting down 
the pain. The teen concentrated on the fact that two cocks were slipping 
deeper and deeper into her body. After some time passed, Janice found that 
thought overpowering her initial fears and pain. 

"That's it, baby. Man, Patty, you're just as hot as they said you were," 
Jack hissed, biting the back of her neck. 

It was useless. They wouldn't believe she was Janice. Especially now that 
she was behaving like her recalcitrant sister. And for a while she could see 
why her sister behaved the way she did. At least Patty had some fun while 
she'd been holed up in school libraries. 

 CHAPTER NINE 

Janice's ass strained backward, wiggling from side to side while Jack drove 
his cock into her shitter. The girl thought her body was coming apart. She 
had two pricks sawing in and out of her body. At times Hal would tell his 
brother to pull all the way out, then he would wedge himself between them 
and eat the girl out. Ohhh, what a delight it was to feel his tongue sanding 
across the slick rounded head of her clit! She nearly pissed on him from the 
sudden rush of sensation. All the while Jack's cock heated up her ass, 
making it feel like she were taking a long, spicy shit. 

"Man, shit!" Sam cried, shutting his eyes and shaking violently. 

"Hey, don't shoot off yet," Jack warned from behind, rolling both her 
nipples in his hands and pinching them until the teen yelped and squawked in 
pain. 

"Tryin' to calm down," Sam panted, cementing his thighs to Janice's and 
keeping his prick buried in her cunt. "Don't move, you goddamned little 
slut. I know you dig feelin' my cock, but don't move!" he threatened. 

Janice fought to keep still, her legs hanging limply while the leather 
harness pulled hard against her sides and ribcage. Hal moved carefully, 
sliding his tongue around the straining edges of her pussy, keeping it as 
far away from his brother's throbbing prick as he could. Below, the animal 
was prancing around frantically, yanking again and again at the strained 
leash, his ears pinned back, his tongue wet with spit. 

"Okay, man, I gotta get outta her or I'll shoot. You take over for a while, 
brother," Sam said, slowly pulling out his cock. 

When it sprang free, the big man turned and let his cock bounce in mid-air. 
Meanwhile Janice was groaning, feeling the elastic tissues of her cunt 
squeeze shut. Then there was the sensation of Hal's tongue as he stuck his 
mouth on her hairy pussy and started licking his way inside. 

"Ahhhhhhh!" 

Janice kicked her legs to either side of her body, her knees bending while 
she ran her fingers through Hal's thick black hair. The sensations racing 
through her pussy weren't to be believed! The girl jerked her hips back and 
forth, trying to move her cunt closer to Hal's teasing tongue. It was 
marvelous, feeling the light, tracing sensation of his wet tongue as it made 
her pussy muscles cramp. Then suddenly he shoved it all the way in, growling 
like a hungry dog, sucking like a leech at her gurgling slit while her cunt 
muscles grabbed greedily at that probing organ. 

"She's gonna go, man. Get outta the way and let me get my cock back into 
her." 

Hal dropped back while Sam spread her thighs roughly apart and slipped his 
cock back in. Janice was writhing about frantically, her mouth opened, 
letting out strangled cries of joy while her tits jabbed into Sam's chest. 
Her fists beat against him as her pussy wound up for a gigantic orgasm. 

Sam loved feeling her go wild. She was throwing her hips against his, 
desperately hunching, doing everything she could to bring herself off. 
Janice was quickly learning the power of body, what she could do to increase 
the powerful' sensations coursing through her body. The teenager had yet to 
learn, however, how to hold back. "NOOOOOO!" 

Janice's pussy trembled. She tried to catch that pumping cock. But Sam's 
strokes were too power-to be gripped by her greasy cunt walls any more. 

Janice's hooked her arms around the biker's neck d sealed her mouth to his. 
He kissed her passionately, driving his tongue all the way back, rubber chin 
raw with his untrimmed black whiskers while his prick hammered again and 
again to her pussy. 

"Fuck her, man, fuck her good! I'm gonna let go in a sec," Jack whispered 
hoarsely. 

Janice felt his fingers scratch her asscheeks, and then slide up and grip 
her lower back hard. He was angled back, driving his crotch rhythmically 
against her jiggling ass. She felt his cock rushing through her bowels, 
turning her shitter into a fiery tunnel where strange spasms of white-hot 
ecstasy raced up to her clit and excited her even more. His Bathing was 
turning into strangled wheezing while he called her every name in the book. 
She felt is balls slapping against the undersides of her Ass cheeks. His 
legs pressed against the backs of s while the chair he stood on moved 
several inches across the cabin floor. 

"Hurry!" Janice cried as she felt her ass and cunt threatening to rip apart. 

"MAN!" Jack screamed, falling forward, grabbing hold of her ass and 
squeezing it hard while he felt the rich cum in his balls bubble up, spurt 
through his cock and spray out of his cockhead. 

Janice's breath caught, her eyes bugging out while her ass filled with cum. 
It was felt like getting an enema, only this was a thousand times more 
enjoyable. She wriggled her butt excitedly, catching her breath again. 

"Fuck, I'm gonna shoot!" Sam growled. 

He hunched furiously, pushing against Janice's tortured body. He kept his 
prick embedded in her cunt to the hilt. His mouth moved down again onto 
hers. Their tongues speared at each other while their lips sucked together. 
Spit ran down their throats as they sucked and tongued one another. Janice 
couldn't believe this. Jack was still firing wads of jizz into her butt. 
Below her the dog was circling her feet, licking at her toes, growling 
wildly. Janice felt her throat start to throb in time to her clit and 
asshole. Her body was completely on fire, hunching out of control, fucking 
and being fucked. 

"Make it, bitch, make it!" Sam cried. 

He slapped her hard across the sides, then threw back his head and let out a 
yowl. Janice didn't have to be as experienced as Patty to know what was 
happening. Jets of cum shot through his cock, his balls trembling while they 
pumped out their heavy load. With each bubbling squirt, he jabbed his tongue 
into her ear. Janice felt the dam break. Strange hot flashes broke out all 
over her body, centering in her cunt. The whirling ball of sexual fire 
exploded in her belly, slipping down to her cunt and triggering her powerful 
orgasm. 

"WAHHHHHH!" The teen squawked. 

"Work it out, baby, make it," Sam encouraged. 

He didn't have to say anything. Patty's cunt walls shook, clutched, then 
buckled against the big biker's thrusting cock. The throbbing grew stronger, 
harder, more violent until she knew she'd surely pass out if the intensity 
of her orgasm were to continue. The big man's cum burned the sides of her 
pussy like burning gasoline, that tremendous load increasing the heat of her 
cunt. 

"FUUUUCCCCKKK!" the girl screamed. 

Tremendous spasms shook the young teen's cunt, sending her floating away. 
She moaned, yelped and sighed as she wiggled between the two hairy bodies. 
At times the men nearly pitched off the chairs they stood on. Yet they 
recovered their balance, holding tightly onto the sandwiched, hanging young 
blonde. 

Janice thought her orgasm went on for hours, though in truth it lasted a 
little over one minute. She felt violated in every pore of her body. There 
was nothing left of innocence in her as she was bounced from man to man. 
They had violated her in ways her mother never even spoke of. And yet was it 
all so bad? Janice didn't know. As she hung there, dangling from the ceiling 
in that leather harness while Jack and Sam finished dumping their loads into 
her, the blonde teen felt her lips curling into a faint smile. The powerful 
feelings in her pussy couldn't be all bad. The waves of satisfaction 
drifting through her body now, lapping gently at her slackening cunt, told 
her that. 

"Too fuckin' much, baby, too fuckin' much!" Sam said, pulling his cock from 
her pussy and rubbing the slick head over her furry cuntlips. "You're hotter 
than before. I don't think I ever saw anything as hot as you." 

Janice turned away, dropping her eyes to the floor. It was a compliment, she 
guessed. And she did feel a flush of pride. Was she better than Patty? It 
seemed so. And yet a wave of guilt washed over her now that her cunt had 
been satisfied for the moment. 

"Yeah, she's better than half the whores we bring up here. Hey, Patty, you 
sure you ain't been practicin' on the streets?" Jack said, laughing as he 
yanked his cock out with one savage motion. 

The girl screamed, feeling as if he'd pulled out assflesh with his cock. She 
jerked on the ropes, crying out as her shitter slowly shrank back to its 
normal size. 

"Your turn now," Sam said to his brother with a smirk. 

Hal looked at the blonde teen hanging from the ceiling. She didn't look 
particularly attractive now-blonde hair hanging stringily in front of her 
face, her arms limp at her sides, cum oozing from her furry red cunt while 
jizz seeped down from her asshole. The only sign of life was an occasional 
twitch of her fingers or toes. 

Still the sight of Janice bound up in that leather contraption excited the 
young biker. 

"I ain't gonna take her like that," he said. Sam shrugged, shoving his cock 
back into his faded Levi's. 

"Take her anyway you fuckin' well like. Just don't let her go." 

Hal climbed onto the front chair, reaching up and untying the figure-eight 
binding the harness to the overhead rope. He caught Janice as she started 
falling to the floor. The girl was aware only then that there'd be another 
act for her to perform. She felt Hal's strong arms fold around her chest 
like iron bands. No, no, she needed rest, sleep, relaxation from the last 
ordeal. Her pussy was so sore, and she didn't know if her asshole would ever 
be the same. 

"Come on, baby, we're gonna fix it so you take care of my cock the way you 
took care of theirs," Hal muttered, carrying her to the other side of the 
room while Jack and Sam took some cans of beer from a paper sack and cooled 
down their throats. 

Hal proved to be the most warped of the two brothers, although at first 
Janice would have never guessed that. He placed her on the floor, telling 
her to get on her hands and knees. While Jack and Sam watched curiously, Hal 
went into action, pulling both arms back and fastening them to the bottom 
straps of her harness. Propping one chair under her chin and telling the 
girl to rest her head against it, he first bent one leg, then the other, 
binding her ankles to her upper thighs. 

It was almost impossible for Janice to keep her balance. Her back arched 
while she tried to shift her weight backward. Thank God for the chair! 
Resting her chin against it, she managed to keep somewhat upright. 

"Nice, nice," Hal said, pulling off his belt and snapping the broad band of 
leather near her ears. He smiled, watching the girl flinch. It would be yet 
another beating, this time with the youngest brother! 

As a prelude Hal spun around and snapped the weapon against the wall. Janice 
cried out, her eyes growing wide as she waited for the kiss of the belt 
against her flesh. Sweat made her body glisten under the lights as the belt 
whistled through the air. There was a moment of silence, followed by the 
sharp cracking of the leather as it tore into her asscheeks. 

"AIYEEEEEEE!" the woman shrieked, her voice dry and choked, clattering off 
the walls. A white-hot fire burned the place on her butt where the belt had 
landed. 

Hal grunted with satisfaction, rubbing his cock where it tented up his 
trousers. Then he jerked his arm back and let the belt fly forward again. 
Janice cried and yelped, her body twisting, her ass jiggling from the force 
of those terrible blows. She could swear he had already flayed an inch of 
flesh off her tortured asscheeks. And Hal was still going strong! Her back 
and shoulders were killing her in that unnatural position. Several times the 
girl tried jerking her legs down, pulling her ankles backward against the 
ropes binding them to her thighs. 

"AHHHHHHH!" 

Hal lashed the belt against the soles of her feet, making the flesh sting, 
bringing tears to her eyes that rolled down her flushed cheeks. Hal was 
growing more and more excited by what he was doing. He continued to rain 
more blows down on her ass while the girl flinched and writhed and yelped 
under the torture. 

"Take it, take it!" Hal growled through his teeth. 

"Hey, little brother, take it easy. You ain't gonna have nothin' left to 
fuck if you keep that up Sam said, nudging Jack in the ribs. 

"Let the kid go. Man, she digs it. She likes gettin' it on like this. Look 
at her fuckin' cunt, man! She's juicin' all over again, and she just came 
with us," Jack said, pointing to the girl's pussy. 

It was true! To her shame Janice had to agree with those two terrible men. 
The heat of that rear assault spread quickly through her ass, making her 
slit curl up in heat again. There seemed to be no end to her sexuality. The 
more she was satisfied, the more she wanted. Was she turning into some kind 
of nympho? Couldn't anything satisfy her? Would she always go through life, 
her skirt up to her waist, looking for larger and more brutish men to fuck 
her pussy? 

The possibility of that terrible future made her sob loudly. Hal mistook her 
sorrow for a protest against the pain and flailed her harder. He was 
snarling like a wild animal. The sounds were harsh, loud, guttural, 
sounding. like those of the dog only a few feet away. She didn't think of 
the animal or of the man, only of her superheated cunt and the way it was 
winking shut every time the belt hit her ass. 

Finally the blows stopped. She groaned, closing her eyes and breathing 
regularly through her nostrils. She was in a rut, a bitch in heat, something 
closer to an animal than a human. 

"Still hot for the belt?" 

Hal laughed, then threw down the weapon. He moved up, raising his foot and 
pressing the toe against the wet, dark red gash between her pussylips. 
Janice screamed as she felt the leather worming its way into her cunthole. 
He pressed in harder, squeezing out so much juice his boot looked as if it 
were polished with her pussy oil. Janice gasped and choked, feeling her 
pussy reach orgasm after orgasm. He kicked gently, twisting his foot, 
pressing the delicate folds and hollows of her slick cuntflesh with the toe 
of his boot, watching the girl cream under this brutal treatment. 

"God help me!" Janice squealed. 

"God ain't gonna come down here to help something like you," Hal said, 
kicking at her pussy. 

Janice grunted, her chin sliding across the chair. The legs squeaked, then 
groaned as the chair shot out from under the helpless, bound teenager. She 
screamed, falling forward, striking her head on the floor. The change in 
angle made her back and shoulders ache. For a while Janice thought she had 
broken something. Hal moved toward Sam and Jack, and then returned with 
something in his hand. He had picked up something from a box, obviously a 
toy chest the brothers kept up there for visitors like her. Narrowing her 
eyes, Janice saw it was a large wooden dildo. When he flicked his thumb 
against base, tiny needles appeared near the handle. 

"I always like to see what cunts like you can take," he muttered. 

Janice shrieked, nearly fainting as she studied that terrible instrument of 
pain. This was too much! Patty never had to deal with this, Janice was sure. 
Surely her sister would have loped home like a war veteran if this had 
happened to her. The men had probably been planning something like this for 
her promiscuous sister for a while. And she was reaping the benefits of her 
sister's playing around. 

"Oh, don't ... please don't. You'll kill me with that thing," she whispered, 
her throat growing dry and tight. 

And yet under the feelings of fear and revulsion were those disturbing 
rumblings of excitement. Her tits were swollen, the nipples becoming rock 
hard. Spasms in her cunt once more made her belly turn over while her flesh 
crawled. The tightly curled thicket of cunt hair glistened again with juice, 
becoming slicked against her puckered pussyhole. 

"No, no, no!" she bleated, tugging wildly at the ropes binding her wrists to 
the leather harness and her ankles to her upper legs. She turned her head to 
one side as Hal moved behind her, desperately trying to see what he was 
going to do next. 

Janice's clit tingled and itched, surging with passion while she jerked her 
hips as much as she could. Her eyes widened as the girl stared at the dildo. 
Sweat trickled down from her forehead as she bawled for mercy. She tore her 
wrists and ankles against the ropes while Hal held the massive dildo in both 
hands, aiming the cockhead right for the center of her juicy slit. 

He bent slowly, aiming the weapon at her seeping cunthole. The girl tensed, 
waiting for the touch of that thing with those awful needles at the base. 
This would be the end of her cunt, she was sure of it. They were going to 
tear her to pieces and laugh at her as sh ebled to death in front of them. 
They were getting back at Patty for all the cock-teasing she did at school. 
She heard Jack and Sam say something about that as Hal was beating her. Oh, 
what a terrible thing it was to pay for her sister's crimes! 

"AHHHHHHHH!" 

Janice's shoulders slammed against the floor, her hips rising as the dildo 
slid in. Her thighs rippled while her butt muscles tightened. More 
cunt-juice bubbled out of her hole, slicking down her hair as the weapon 
advanced slowly. 

The girl choked and gagged as the dildo twisted deeper and deeper into her 
seething cunt. The girl twisted her hips as best she could, actually 
dragging in more of the terrible wooden cylinder. 

Hal growled, his eyes becoming wide and glazed as Janice whipped her hips 
with a greater ferocity than before. The dildo gouged her snug cunt-muscles. 
She felt the brisk in-and-out stroking of the wooden cock all along the 
length of her pussy. 

Yes, yes! As foul as it was to think, Janice was loving it, embracing this 
inanimate lover as she'd embraced Sam earlier. Oh, what a slut she was 
turning into! And how she loved it! 

 CHAPTER TEN 

Hal growled, his eyes glazing over, his flesh glistening as he watched the 
wild spasms his dildo produced in the helpless teenager. Janice felt sexual 
need and hunger tearing her apart. It was only a wooden thing, a false cock, 
something that wasn't attached to a man. But she didn't care. Her pussy was 
hot, needing satisfaction, clamping down hard on the strange invader. 

Janice whipped her hips from side to side, growling as ferociously as Hal. 
The dildo gouged her snug cunt muscles. She felt the fast in-and-out 
stroking of the dildo all the way inside her pussy. Her clit stung and 
tingled with delight. Then the wooden cock scraped against her itchy, achy 
clit, and Janice saw a wild light show. Whirls of red and black and yellow 
exploded in front of her eyes as waves of lewd delight rushed through her 
cunt. The surrounding muscles were flexing, contracting and relaxing, 
sucking in air, sucking the dildo deeper into her cunt. What a wild thing 
this all was! When it came, the orgasm would be the most wild thing of her 
young life. 

Hal changed tactics, corkscrewing the dildo, reaming out her pussy with the 
hefty rod. The squishing, gurgling sounds it made now as it trenched out her 
cunt excited the two of them even more. With a rough twist of the weapon, 
the biker crushed her clit, forcing her to rocket up to orgasm. 

"EEEHHHHH! WAWWWWWHHHHH!" 

Janice wanted to cut loose, to feel her climax tear through her cunt and 
slice into her clit. But Hal had other plans for her. Quickly he moved the 
dildo out of range of her clit, slipping it in and out, watching with 
interest as the girl wagged her ass as best she could, begging for him to 
rape her again with that thing. 

"Fuck me, fuck me!" she screamed. Janice retched, throwing her shoulders 
forward, then snapping back while her big tits rolled, danced and collided. 
They made wet soft slapping sounds as the hard rippled ends brushed the 
dirty floor. The thick tips ached and pulsed, the spasms echoing in her 
belly and cunt. Janice wanted Hal, wanted him more than she wanted Jim Davis 
or any other man in the world. 

The biker knew this and purposely prolonged touching her with his cock. He 
whipped the dildo now in corkscrewing arcs, rapidly teasing her muscles up 
to spasming. With each merciless attack, her clit grated against those 
terrible needles studding the dildo. The resulting pain and pleasure made 
her cunt tense, quiver, teeter on the brink of orgasm. 

"No, no, no!" 

Janice felt Hal puffing the wooden cock back, flicking at her clit, then 
jamming the dildo forward. She gagged, fighting for air, feeling finally the 
wild release of an orgasm that knocked her to the ground. Juice oozed from 
her cunt, dripping over her fur-fringed pussylips and clotting her cunt 
hairs. 

The blonde wept softly, worn down to a frazzle. She felt temporarily 
exhausted, depleted of any fight, nearly of any life. But Hal was just 
getting started. His cock was still inside his Levi's, pressing hard, 
against his trousers. The biker reached down, moved the dildo around a 
little to stimulate her pussy, making sure some of the needles tore at her 
cuntflesh. Janice's moans told him she was still conscious and, more than 
that, ready to go on with his sex show. 

"Okay, now you're gonna take care of me the way I took care of you," Hal 
said, unzipping his trousers and shoving them down to his ankles. "Hey Sam, 
Jack, how about the pooch?" 

Jack wrinkled up his forehead, giving his buddy a quizzical look. 

"What about him? I just brought him along for the ride. My old man doesn't 
like him around the house when I'm gone. Says he shits on the rug," Jack 
said, taking another swig of beer. 

"Would he like a little pussy? How's about some good hot cunt?" Hal said, 
moving around to Janice's head and grabbing a fistful of her blonde hair. He 
curled several strands around his prick, jacking off with them, watching the 
words sink in-to her brain. 

"What?" she gasped. No, they were only teasing her, trying to terrify her 
even more. She rolled her eyes up to Hal and studied his expression. God, 
how her legs hurt! Her entire body was sore, bent over in this obscene way. 

"You heard me, baby. You're for the fuckin' dogs, and we're gonna make sure 
the pooch has somethin' like we all did." 

"No, no, I can't!" Janice shrieked, her face draining to white. It was 
impossible. This had to be the lowest thing they could do to her! No one 
would force another human being to have sex with an animal! 

"Bring the mutt over here," Hal said, holding Janice's head up by the chin. 
He pressed in hard just below her lower jaw, forcing her mouth open. 

"No, please. NO!" 

"Shaddup!" he growled, hunching forward. Janice gurgled, the fat cock 
slipping halfway into her mouth before he stopped. 

"You'd better give damned good head, baby, or I'll make sure that fuckin' 
mutt tears the shit outta you," Hal threatened. 

The blonde was dizzy with fright, not daring to do a thing to make Hal 
angry. She tightened her lips around his cock, sucking hard, moving her 
tongue back and forth against the sensitive under-side of his cock. The big 
biker closed his eyes and let out a sigh. Spit frothed from the corners of 
her mouth, dribbling down her chin as she tasted his jizz. 

Jack had moved the dog. He scratched behind the dog's ears while he smiled 
at the German shepherd's excitement. Janice's head bobbed back and forth, 
her lips tightening around the jerking cock. Hal told her to suck harder. 
They watched her cheeks puff out each time his cock head brushed over her 
teeth. The muscles in her arms and legs started to quiver from the abnormal 
position they'd bound her in. It was impossible for her to find a 
comfortable position. And now they were bringing this animal up to her too. 
What were they going to make him do to her? 

Hal stopped pumping his rock-hard cock in and out of her mouth for a second, 
curiously watching his brother and buddy working behind the blonde. They 
were coaxing the dog to move forward, stroking the flat underside of his 
belly, pushing him up to Janice's tense ass. 

The girl could feel the dog's breath against her asscheeks. She moaned 
loudly, drawing her head back in an attempt to spit out that prick and 
shout. 

But the biker held her tight, drawing her face back to his groin. She felt 
the wiry cockhairs tickling her nostrils, felt his balls nestling up against 
her chin while his cockhead rammed the back of her throat, coating her mouth 
with pre-cum. 

"Come on, boy, come on, Shep, get her," Jack encouraged. 

Janice panicked, hearing the dog's paws pad across the floor. She remembered 
how he looked. A good part of him was wolf, she guessed. Would he tear her 
to pieces, rip out her throat to the amusement of her tormentors? She 
shuddered to think of what might happen. Shep closed in on her, nipping at 
her ankle. That slight touch of his wet teeth on her flesh made the girl 
jerk, ramming her forehead against Hal's belly. The young man laughed, 
clamping his hands down harder on the sides of her head. 

"She's hot, boys, real hot. That dog's cock is gonna burn right off when he 
sinks it in," Hal said. 

As if he could understand the biker, Shep moved back, tilting his head back 
and letting his long pink tongue slip out. He growled, loud enough for all 
of them to hear. The sound sent chills rushing up and down Janice's bowed 
spine. She chilled and closed her eyes when she felt him starting to lick 
her. First he slopped that big rough tongue up and down her thighs, staring 
curiously at the way her legs had been doubled over and bound. 

But the smell of her aroused pussy drew his attention after he stared at her 
curious position. Janice felt her cunt start to ache and pulse with arousal. 
Oh, it was so sore from all the beating and wild fucking! She would have 
thought she had enough. But the moment Shep started in on her cunt, it 
happened all over again. Soon she was moaning, sucking in air through her 
nostrils because her mouth was still filled with cock. Her nipples ached. 
She wished someone would reach down and pinch her tit tits. Oh, how that 
made her cunt clamp down shut, cramp with lewdness! 

The animal started licking up her furry pussy. For a second the girl thought 
she might be losing her mind. The hanging, the belting, the double fucking, 
and now this-it was all so grotesque, something she would have gagged at 
just reading about. And yet she'd been a part of it, actually excited by it! 
There must be something in their family, some strain of perversion her 
mother had never dared tell her and her sister about. It made Janice wonder 
for a moment just how pure and moral her mother was. 

The dog growled, sticking his tongue into her pussy and gouging the insides 
of her cunt with its tip. It was as if someone had set fire to her slit! 
Janice moaned, blowing out air through her mouth while feeling her pussy 
muscles go crazy with spasms. They fluttered, gently milking and kissing the 
dog's probing tongue as it sloshed around her seeping cuntwalls. When it 
brushed against her clit, Janice thought she'd faint. 

Then he backed away, teasing her, sliding his tongue along the insides of 
her stretched thighs again. She cramped her toes, feeling her hair stand on 
end. Why was this so devastating? It was wicked, perverted, sick by any 
standard used by society! 

"Oh, baby, twist that fuckin' tongue around! Ohhhh, yeahhhhhh, like that!" 
Hal was going crazy, punching her face with his groin, sifting his hips from 
side to side. More spit bubbled from the corners of her mouth, wetting down 
his cock hairs and balls. He didn't want to come, not just yet. He had an 
idea what Shep was going to do and wanted to have his cock in her mouth when 
it happened. "Ummmmmffffff!" 

Shep seemed to go crazy, aroused more than ever. He gouged his claws against 
the backs of her doubled-up legs and stuck his snout up and down against the 
slick folds. She knew her hot cunt juice was wetting down the German 
shepherd's fur. His pink tongue lolled sloppily over her pussy, parting the 
hot swollen cleft, swatting her clit again and again until Janice was close 
to climax. 

The excruciating tickle she was so familiar with by now was growing worse. 
Coming ... coming with a goddamned dog! She couldn't believe it. The thought 
made her head spin like a carousel. Her mind was overloaded with the lewd, 
lusty rub Shep's tongue. Fucking, fucking with anyone, anything. Yes, that 
was all that was good in the world. That thought beat against her confused 
kind over and over as the German shepherd got ready to mount her. 

 CHAPTER ELEVEN 

"Come on, boy, come on," Jack said, backing away after Shep wheeled around 
and snapped at his master's fingers. 

"Hey, man, he's got his own schedule," Sam warned, smiling grimly down at 
the animal, then moving his eyes over to the girl's bouncing, spit-slicked 
white ass. He licked his chops, feeling his cock growing hard against his 
Levi's. Shit, he was so fuckin' horny even now he could screw her butt. But 
the animal had first dibs on it. 

Janice felt more and more cum seeping from Hal's pissslit, coating her 
cheeks, her tongue, the back of her throat. Behind her Shep had lurched 
forward again and started eating at her cunt with a wild appetite. He nosed 
up, moving his furry snout up and down her slit. He forced her pussylips 
apart, stretching the mouth of her cunt. She could hear him whining, as if 
he wanted to shove all of his snout into her pussy. The short, stubby fur 
around his lips tickled her cunt, brushed against her clit, made her groan 
and wiggle her butt more frantically. It was nice to feel something like 
that in her! 

Shep growled and let his teeth nip along the puffed outer edges of her cunt. 
The feeling was wild. It hurt her a little, making her close her mouth 
instinctively against Hal's prick, although she was careful not to bite him. 
Janice remembered the warning he'd given her about sinking her teeth into 
his cock. She had no doubts he'd beat the shit out of her if she hurt him. 

"MMMMMMM!" 

Janice worked her fingers around, clawing at her own back while the leather 
harness bit savagely into her ribcage and upper chest. Sweat made the 
material squeak over her flesh. She tried to hump back hard, giving more of 
her moist cunt for the dog to slop over. Sam and Jack smiled as they saw the 
dog's neck hairs stand on end. He was going to fuck her soon. They knew this 
from past performances. 

"Shit, man, shit!" Hal growled, throwing all his eight inches of cock into 
her mouth and holding it there. He snapped his head back, his body 
shuddering while his fingers worked nervously over the back of Janice's 
skull. He was close, really close to shooting off. The blonde teen felt his 
cock jerking up and down the insides of her cheeks, juicing more and more, 
making her swallow the salty, bleachy stuff until she nearly gagged from the 
overload. 

"Man, go for it!" Sam encouraged. 

Shep was still lapping at her convulsing cuntslit. Janice thanked God for 
that. Her body was responding so savagely to the licking friction that she 
wondered what would happen if the animal mounted her. Fucked by a dog! Again 
the picture of her being covered by that German shepherd, actually mounted 
by him, having his knobby cock drill into her fuck slot terrified and 
sickened her-and yet excited her at the same time. Several times, of course, 
Janice had seen animal's mounting one another in front of her home. Patty 
had laughed, pointing out how stupid they looked stumbling over the 
pavement, their hard red cocks out while some bitch in heat played court to 
half the dogs in the neighborhood. 

"Get out!" her mother would scream, kicking open the screen door and chasing 
off the fucking animals with a broom in her hand. How silly all that seemed 
now. Both she and Patty had laughed over her mother's outraged morality-one 
of the few things she and her sister agreed on. 

"OOHHHHH!" 

The dog was trying something strange now, closing both jaws over her swollen 
cunt and trying to shake it. Of course in her bent-over position, it was 
impossible for the animal to grab hold of it. Janice shivered, thinking what 
would have happened if she'd been flat on her back, her legs peeled apart 
with her pussy swollen open in front f him. 

"Go for it, man!" Sam encouraged again. 

This time the dog apparently listened to him. She felt paws scratching 
tentatively at her ass. Janice heard the growls change to high-pitched 
whimpers and whines that came through his nose. Yes, he as going to make it 
with her now, actually fuck her. The girl's mind froze with fear while her 
legs and arms cramped from the incredible tension. 

"Man, he's gonna fuck her!" Jack cried, slapping his thighs with delight. 

Janice howled, her moans cut short when Hal Started pummeling her mouth 
again with his cock. There was a sudden increase of weight on her butt and 
back while more scratching sensations raked her ass and sides. She had her 
back bowed down, her ass thrust out to make the angle easier for the dog to 
fuck her. Easier? Did she know what would be easy and what would be 
difficult when it came to fucking a dog? Janice nearly laughed. 

A thrill filled her chest, tightening the muscles around her heart and lungs 
while her throat constricted. Something very, very hot and hard and slick 
was brushing against her thighs, edging down her asscrack toward her pussy. 
Yes, it was his cock, his knobby boner searching for her cuntslit. Janice 
wriggled her ass obscenely, giving in to her lusts. Fucking! Yes, fucking! 
How good it would feel having something hard and hot inside again. 

"Man, fuck it on out, baby, let that mutt fuck the shit outta you while I 
fill your goddamned mouth with cum," Hal groaned, his back arching back 
while his thick-muscled legs shook with sexual tension. Sweat made his 
bearded face glisten. 

Janice felt Shep driving his ass under, tucking it sharply in the 
instinctive movements of fucking. The girl closed her eyes and thought of 
how they must look-a German shepherd draped over her crouched body, his 
forelegs wrapped securely around her upper chest while his hindquarters 
pranced nervously around her doubled-up legs. 

Then it was happening! She could feel the angry red tip of the dog's prick 
gouging along the seeping heat of her cunt. A flash of fear and shame and 
guilt shot through her mind. Her excitement was at the keenest pitch ever. 
Could she go this far? Did she really have any choice? Physically she was 
trapped. But could Janice let her mind accept something like this, actually 
relish it? 

"MMMMMFMMFMFF!" 

It was done. She sobbed, tears running down her cheeks as the animal's cock 
slipped into her cunt. He hunched forward, sliding the first few bumps into 
her sucking pussy. 

"Man, he's in her!" Sam shouted, throwing back his head and laughing loudly. 

Hal groaned; looking heavy-lidded down at the fucked blonde teenager. He was 
on the brink of shooting into her mouth. And the sight of the attractive 
young girl bound in leather, her legs tied in that grotesque position and 
her body half covered by the fucking animal was just too much for him. With 
a howl Hal felt the jizz boil up from his balls, shoot through his prick and 
spray out like liquid fire from his cockhead. 

"AHHHHHHHHH!" Janice groaned, coughing and gagging as she tried to swallow 
as much cum as she could. A mixture of jizz and spit sprayed out of her 
mouth while Hal held Janice as tightly as he could. 

The girl screamed into his groin as another large knot slipped past her 
tense, eager cuntlips and I started brushing against the slick folds of her 
pussy. The animal was all the way inside her now. 

She felt his short fur tickling her cuntlips, felt his legs pressing against 
hers. He wasted no time, pumping fast, drilling her hole with his knobby 
prick. 

The men watched, laughing at the girl while Hal finished dumping his load of 
spunk down her throat. He bent his knees, working his cock around and around 
in rotary motion to get the maximum amount of friction. When he finished, 
the big young biker pulled out, grinning from ear to ear while Janice spat 
out what she had in her mouth. 

"OH, OHHHHH!" she cried, falling forward and nearly pulling free from the 
dog. It was impossible for her to remain upright. Her muscles had cramped, 
given way to the strain of the day. She was exhausted. They could take her 
to some lake and drown her for all she cared. But still her pussy burned, 
catching fire with the animal's cock ramming ahead full speed. 

"Fuck 'er good, boy, fuck 'er good," Jack said, rubbing his cock through his 
pants. 

The German shepherd's howls bounced off the room while the slick sucking 
sounds of his prick made the men shiver with arousal. They each wanted to 
fuck Janice afterward, and at the same time knew they wouldn't want to touch 
something that had been contaminated by that animal. 

All sorts of thoughts rushed through Janice's mind as the knobby cock 
excited every square inch of her pussy. Each little hard, slick knob on 
Shep's cock acted like a separate stimulant, tickling the frayed nerve 
endings of her pussy. Twice she felt her cunt muscles snap shut, trapping 
the dog's cock for an instant until they relaxed and went soft again. 

Shep started fucking harder, his forelegs tightening around her chest. Then 
with a yelping howl, the dog cut loose, spraying his load fast and hard into 
Janice's cunt. Her eyes bugged out as an unholy climax roared over her with 
the force of an out of control freight train. She cried out, her body and 
mind exploding while doggie-jizz spattered into her pussy. With another 
shout Janice felt a cloud of blackness descend over her. The last thing she 
remembered was her own scream before she collapsed completely on the floor. 

The blonde teen remembered little from that point on. She didn't feel them 
untie her, bathe her roughly from the water of a rain barrel, nor feel them 
dress her and shove her back into the car. Somewhere along the way back to 
the school, Janice came to, opening her eyes and staring at the passing 
scene. From the number of streetlights, she knew they were back in town. It 
was all over. She groaned, closing her eyes, wondering if she'd ever be the 
same again. 

"Here," Jack whispered, pointing to the grand-stands. There were several 
police cars nearby. They slowed, moving past the group of officers until 
they were closer to the main building. "Now, get out, Patty. We'll get back 
to you later maybe. Don't know if we wanna fuck someone else's girl ... you 
know, the pooch." 

She stumbled from the car, gathering the sweater around her shoulders, 
ignoring the derisive laughter behind her. Turning around, the girl headed 
like a zombie for the police cars as Jack and his friends roared off. Patty! 
Yes, she was as bad as her twin sister. Could she ever let her know what 
happened? 

Janice could still feel the dog's paws on her legs. And how they hurt! That 
odd position they'd put her in, the belting they'd given her, everything had 
taken the strength from her. It was only with the greatest will she pushed 
one foot in front of the other. She had to lie, to come up with some kind of 
story. She didn't want anyone to even suspect what had happened. Mr. Davis 
had obviously called the police. 

"Janice!" 

It was the instructor, shading his eyes from the glaring patrol car lights 
and recognizing her coming across the playing field. How good he looked, and 
how she wanted to cry. But there were people around. Besides, Mr. Davis 
could never know what happened. 

"I called the police when you didn't show," he whispered, looking nervously 
around after she ran up to him. 

"I-I'm okay," she stammered, lowering her eyes. It would be weeks before she 
could see him again. The marks all over her body, the scars on her mind, 
everything would take time to heal, if it lever did. 

"What happened?" he asked after dismissing the officers. 

"Don't tell anyone," she whispered, moving away from him. "Jack ... that boy 
tried to rape me again. I had to run away. That's why I'm so shaky. I guess 
I've just been wandering around all this time." 

Janice had to sit down. She steadied herself against a bench and lowered her 
ass to the hard wood. She couldn't look at Jim in the eye. Not yet. 

"Damned kid. I'll call the cops and...." 

"No, don't!" she almost screamed, jumping up and holding the instructor 
tight around the shoulders. "He's not going to try anything. I hurt him, I 
really hurt him, kicking him ... there," she said, running her hands over 
his groin. 

Jim sucked in a breath at her light touch, then smiled. 

"You sure you're okay?" Jim asked, calming down a little. 

"Yes. I just need a little rest. Later, maybe later," Janice said, knowing 
what was on his mind. 

Oh, she sounded so grown-up telling him that, controlling him like that! 

"At least let me drive you home. It's late," Jim said, glancing at his 
watch. 

Home, yes, home. She'd shake Patty awake, slap her around a little and tell 
her what happened. Maybe this time her sister wouldn't laugh at her. Now she 
had control. She had spiced up Patty's reputation in a way the other girl 
might not like. Maybe this way they'd have a truce, get something both of 
them wanted-lots of good, hot, hard cock in ways that would shock her mother 
if she ever found out. And Jim? Maybe he had a few tricks up his sleeve. The 
way he stared at her now made her wonder if there weren't some lengths of 
rope and chain around in his desk drawer or his home. 

"I'll call you in a few days," Jim said, slamming her door and moving around 
to his side of the car. 

Yes, that should be fine, Patty thought as she settled down into the soft 
seat and smiled dreamily. 


THE END
