Sex Slave Daughter
by Frank Brown 


FOREWORD 

Immoral men capitalizing on the innocence of others to attain their goals-a 
story as old as man.' The bible, history books, law books-all contain 
examples. 

And when the innocent victim is young, the story is so much the sadder.... 

The girl in this book-Candy Miles-is the victim of her unscrupulous father 
and the evil people he causes her to become involved with. She finds herself 
caught in a web of depravity and perversion she never dreamed existed. And 
after being forced to suffer one humiliation after another, she becomes 
little more than an obedient animal, catering to the whims of her 
tormentors. 

SEX SLAVE DAUGHTER-the shocking story of an innocent girl learning the 
sordid truth about human nature. A story with a lesson for our uncaring 
society. 

-The Publisher 


CHAPTER ONE 

"Jesus fucking Christ!" Jerry said, crushing the sweating beer can in his 
hand. Cold beer spurted all over his hand and showered the carpet, but he 
didn't give a fuck. His gaze was directed up the street at the wiggling ass 
of Candy Miles, the hottest little teenager he'd ever seen. 

"What's wrong with him?" grunted the blonde on the bed as she humped up 
against Warren, her legs wrapped around his thrusting loins, her toes 
clutching at his ass. 

"Must be that papergirl again," Warren said. "Little bitch gives Jerry blue 
balls every time he sees her." 

"Hey, blue balls," the blonde said. "Come on and have some more fun. I'll 
take care of you better than any little papergirl can. Wanna fuck my ass, 
you goddamn bull? Wanna ream my asshole while Warren fucks my cunt?" She 
moaned as Warren squirmed his ass and fucked her deeper. "Oh, Warren, 
Jesus!" 

Jerry tossed the beer can in the wastebasket. "Oh, Warren, Jesus!" he 
mimicked as he strode out of the bedroom, his heavy prick wagging. 

"Don't go," the blonde moaned, reaching out toward him. 

Jerry farted and slammed the bedroom door behind him. 

Fucking bitch, he thought, stepping from the hallway into the living room. 
He was beginning to think every last coed at White Mountain State was a 
fucking nympho. And the cheerleaders-that blonde was one of them-were the 
worst. They'd suck the fucking guts out of a guy if he'd fucking let them. 

He drew the drapes of the picture window nearly shut. A narrow shaft of 
afternoon sunlight beamed in, warming his throbbing, eight-inch prick. He 
lifted his binoculars, which he always kept handy on top of the TV set, and 
focused them up the street on Candy's gorgeous ass. She wiggled so much when 
she walked that he had to move the high-powered binoculars from side to side 
to follow her ass. His hard-on pounded the air, dripping fucklube despite 
his having blown a heavy load down the blonde's throat only five minutes 
ago. 

Candy had that kind of effect on him. He could jerk off three times in a row 
just watching her wiggle up the street and back, her bare feet kissing the 
sidewalk, her young tits bouncing in the cups of the yellow bikini halter 
she'd worn all summer long. Jerry believed her tits had doubled in size in 
two months. And her ass had rounded more voluptuously too, almost splitting 
out of the ultra-short jean cutoffs she always wore. She might as well have 
worn bikini panties, because those skimpy cutoffs didn't hide any more her 
ass than panties would have. 

"You bitch," Jerry muttered. "I'm gonna fuck your ass, bitch. I'm gonna make 
you my slave." 

Candy stopped, dropping her bulky newspaper sack on the sidewalk and putting 
her tanned bare foot on top of it. She stretched, giggling and simpering and 
wiggling her ass. She always acted this way when she was talking to a man, 
and it seemed that every man on her route made it a point to be outside 
puttering in his yard while Candy was delivering her papers. Like that fat 
old toad she was talking to right now. He'd been out there sweeping his 
sidewalk for the last hour. 

The fat man helped Candy pick up her paper sack and ran his puffy hand over 
her lower back, letting it linger on her ass for a moment. As she wiggled 
away, he waved, then hurried into his house, clutching his evening paper 
under his arm and glancing self-consciously up and down the street before he 
slipped inside his front door. 

What a turkey, Jerry thought. The old lady's out working or shopping while 
he's trying to get his itchy mitts in the papergirl's pants. 

Another man accosted Candy before she'd delivered to two more houses. Jerry 
ground his teeth. He didn't know how much more of this he could take. That 
bitch was his. Those fucking old turkeys had no right to her. 

Why did she even condescend to speak to them? The dizzy cunt! The whole lot 
of them weren't worth one of her golden turds. A super-chick like her, a 
veritable goddess, deserved only one kind of man-a super-man like Jerry 
Smith. Christ, she probably didn't even know who he was. Otherwise she 
wouldn't run away from him so fast, the way she always did. Give him the 
paper, then run away without a word, as if he were going to bite her or 
something. Well, he was going to bite her. One of these days he was going to 
bite off her tits and her golden cunt muff. And if she didn't shape up, he 
was going to ram his fist up her ass. Little bitch! Who in the hell did she 
think she was? Acting as if Jerry Smith wasn't worth her time, as if he 
wasn't even worth a smile from her. Christ, it must be that she didn't know 
who he was. Or else she knew, and because she knew she was awed and 
overwhelmed and intimidated by his presence. Sure, that had to be it. He 
couldn't expect a high school girl to do anything but tremble with awe in 
the presence of an all-conference college fullback like himself. 

Jerry rippled his fingers over the ridges of his washboard abdomen. He had a 
body like a piece of sculpture. He could break the little bitch in half with 
one hand. He smiled, wondering what she'd do if he suddenly grabbed her in 
his sweaty embrace. Probably kick and scream as he crushed her little 
ribcage as if it were constructed of toothpicks. 

"Goddamn it!" Jerry lowered his binoculars. The bitch had gone into that 
preacher's house again. It was the big house with pillars on the front, up 
at the corner of the block. 

At least once a week, sometimes more, Candy would stop in at Reverend Lee's 
house for a half hour or so. The reverend probably chewed her out for 
dressing the way she did, or something like that, because she always left 
his place with a red face and an agitated expression, as if he'd been 
shouting hellfire and damnation at her. Reverend Lee was a holy terror, 
always on TV shouting about something, always getting his picture in the 
newspaper and riling up the community to raise holy hell about something or 
other. Last year the reverend had forced the local public library to remove 
over a hundred books from its shelves-filthy books, he called them-including 
all the books of Mark Twain and Jack London. Jerry couldn't understand that. 
Those were Jerry's favorite authors. 

"Eeeeeeeeh, Warren!" the blonde in the bedroom shrieked. 

Jerry glanced once more up the block and dropped his binoculars on the TV 
set. He wouldn't be seeing her again for a while. Well, if she thought he 
was going to sit here waiting for her to stick her sexy ass out the 
reverend's door, she could think again. He could occupy himself just fine 
while she took her fancy-assed time with the reverend. Why she let that 
reverend flap his jaw at her, Jerry would never know. Why didn't she just 
tell him to shove his Bible up his ass? 

Jerry banged open the bedroom door. 

Warren was fucking the blonde while she clawed his back and churned her 
pussy around his hard cock. They were both dripping with sweat, and the 
bedroom smelled of cunt. 

"Harder!" the blonde moaned, her eyes slits, only the whites visible. 
"Harder!" 

Jerry grabbed Warren at the hips and flung him off the blonde cheerleader. 
Warren's cock made a wet popping sound with the girl's cunt as it was 
suddenly uncorked from her ravenously sucking fuckhole. 

"I was almost there," she whined. "Oh, goddamn it!" She rammed two fingers 
up her hot cunt and pistoned them. After a few seconds, she gave up, glaring 
at Jerry. 

Jerry chuckled. "Bitch. Fucking nympho." 

"Asshole," she said. "Well, did you get your jollies watching your 
papergirl?" She eyed his cock. "My, my, it's still standing at 
attention-even after all that beating off you must have done in the other 
room. Beating off is so adolescent, you know. It's for little boys. Or, I 
suppose, for men who still think they're little boys, men who go for their 
little newspaper-carrier girls." 

"You've got a big mouth, bitch," Jerry said coolly, although he felt a 
pressure like steam building inside him. "What do you think you u are? Some 
kind of fucking psychiatrist or something?" 

The girl turned to Warren, who was sitting at the edge of the bed massaging 
his cunt-greased cock. "Will you get rid of this nerd, darling? I came here 
to fuck, not to argue with your weird roommate." 

Warren shrugged, glancing at Jerry. 

"Weird, huh?" Jerry said with a smile. "Now I'm weird. Ten minutes ago she 
was sucking my prick like a starving calf, and then she wanted me to fuck 
her ass. Now I'm weird. How do you figure that, Warren?" 

Warren shrugged again, eyeing the girl's dripping pussy and fisting his 
cock. "She's just a dumb broad. Hop on her if you want to. But try and make 
it quick. Now I'm the one getting blue balls." 

"I'll hop on her, all right," Jerry said. "Just as soon as I get her ready." 
He grabbed her hair and jerked her up like a rag doll. When she screeched, 
he slapped her twice across the face. 

She panted, blood trickling from the corner of her mouth, tears running from 
her eyes and snot from her nose. He knocked her down on the bed, jumping on 
her back and driving her face into the mattress. 

"Get the cords, Warren." 

"Hey, man, she's helpless. Why bother?" 

"Get the cords," Jerry repeated, jerking on the girl's hair and making her 
sob. 

When Warren had fetched the clothesline rope from the dresser, Jerry told 
him to tie her. 

Warren bound the girl by the wrists and ankles to the four posts of the 
double bed. She was spread-eagled, her arms and legs pulled tight until she 
couldn't move. Jerry humped off her and grabbed his belt from the 
clothing-strewn floor. 

"Hey," Warren said. "Take it easy, man. I think the landlord's home down 
below." 

"And he's probably listening hard and beating his shriveled old cock," Jerry 
said. "For Christsake, he knows this place is a fuck-house. We got more 
bitches coming up and down them outside steps than a gynecologist has coming 
to his office." 

"Sure, man, but I thought we agreed not to strap 'em unless the old turkey's 
gone. He might call the cops, for Christsake." 

Jerry snatched up one of his dirty sweat-socks. "Stuff this in her mouth, 
worrywart." 

Warren sighed. He balled up the sock and stuffed all of it in the girl's 
mouth, then he used another sock to gag her. The girl whimpered, her cries 
muffled. 

"Now stand back," Jerry said. 

Tingling sensations were beginning to crawl under his balls, and his prick 
pointed nearly straight up at the ceiling. He was so hard and excited that 
his foreskin had retracted completely off his cockhead and had pulled tight 
along the cockshaft. As he cracked the belt across the helpless girl's ass, 
fuck-thrills surged through his cock. 

"Oh, Christ!" Warren muttered, beating his prick rapidly. 

Jerry smiled and thrashed the girl again, leaving a pretty red welt across 
her back. Sweat glistened like dew on the welt. 

"Look at that cunt juice," Jerry said. "Christ, it's running out of her 
pussy like paste. You're gonna have to change your sheets, Warren, unless 
you enjoy sleeping in all that slime." He whipped the girl across the back 
again. 

She shivered with each blow, her naked body glowing with a total flush. She 
was bound so tightly that all she could move was her head, which she twisted 
madly from side to side, rubbing her face in the sheets. 

"Throw her hair back up on her back," Jerry said. "Let me see it on her 
back." 

Jerry stroked his cock as Warren arranged the girl's blonde hair along her 
back. The hair extended halfway down the girl's spine and covered half her 
back like a blanket of gold silk. It was the same shade of yellow-blonde as 
Candy's hair, except Candy's hair extended all the way to her asscrack. 
Jerry imagined the hair covering all of the girl's back and for a moment saw 
Candy spread out before him. 

He jumped on the bed and shoved his nose in the girl's asscleft, biting at 
her shithole as he spread her asscheeks apart with his fingers. He got his 
tongue inside her asshole, tasted muskiness, bit her assflesh savagely and 
growled. When he jumped off the bed again, he was breathing heavily. 

With disgust, he pulled a few ass hairs from between his front teeth. 
Hairy-assed bitch, he thought. Candy surely didn't have any asshole hairs. 
Candy had nothing but golden fuzz on her tanned skin, and an asshole as 
smooth and pink as a baby's tongue. Although Jerry had never seen Candy's 
asshole, he knew it had to be that way. 

"Jesus Christ, I can't wait," Warren mumbled, jumping onto the bed and 
fucking his splitting-hard cock up the blonde's pussy. "Ohhhh, fuck!" 
Falling on the girl with all his weight, he humped at her frantically, 
fucking like a hound at a bitch in heat. 

Jerry knew that if she hadn't been spread-eagled to immobility, she'd be 
wiggling her ass crazily. Once these bitches got a cock up their pussies 
they lost their fucking minds. Jerry wondered what Candy was like when she 
got a hot cock up her cunt. He tried to imagine again that the blonde was 
Candy, but with Warren fucking her, Jerry couldn't do it. He couldn't 
imagine any man fucking Candy except himself. No man had the right to fuck 
her except him. Damn her, if he ever caught her grunting underneath another 
male, he was going to kill her. 

"Well, cream her, for Christsake, I ain't got all day!" Jerry wanted to slap 
the strap across Warren's churning ass, prodding the tall quarterback to 
orgasm. But before he could consider his whim any further, Warren exploded 
his cum-load into the blonde. 

"Ahhhhhhh!" the quarterback groaned. "Ohhh, fuck!" His flanks and ass 
shuddered as he poured his fuck-load into the girl's pussy. "Goddamn!" 

Warren was still fucking when Jerry put his foot alongside the quarterback's 
hip and rolled the grunting man off the blonde. White fuck cream still oozed 
from Warren's pulsating cock as he rolled off the bed and hit the floor. 

"Goddamn you, Smith!" Warren growled, fisting his cock and squeezing the 
last of the jism out of it. 

Jerry's cock sank into the bitch's cummy cunt as easily as into a tub of 
soft warm butter. The girl's cuntal walls surrounded his bone-hard fuckmeat, 
sucking his cock, massaging it, greasing it with cum and cunt cream. Jerry 
threw the bitch a half-dozen fuck-thrusts, then yanked his cock out and 
drove it between her hot asscheeks. She sighed, then tensed, her asshole 
reflexively resisting his sudden attack. He used all his strength to fuck 
his cock into her ass, and his crowbar cock sank into her ass almost as 
easily as it had fucked up her cunt. Her asshole was tighter, though, as 
tight as a hot fist, and he thought it was going to skin his prick alive as 
he made his first fuck-thrusts. 

Fuck-thrills needled Jerry's cock, ran through his lower back like fingers 
of electricity. He fucked into her ass to the hilt, feeling every inch of 
his huge fucker engulfed by hot, quivering assmeat. Her shithole pulsated. 
As he drew his cock out, her asshole sucked. When only his cockknob remained 
inside her ass, he fell on her again, fucking his cock inside her ass to the 
balls. 

The bitch tensed under him, her asshole almost spastic around his cock. She 
still wasn't ready for him, still hadn't relaxed. He liked it that way 
best-when they were tight, when they resisted. He hauled his cock out and 
rammed it in again, hauled his cock out and fucked it in, out-in, out-in, 
out-in. Jerry thought he felt the skin peeling off his cock. She whimpered, 
her nose running, sucking snot back in as she sobbed. 

Jerry dug his thumbs into the backs of her shoulders, bracing himself as he 
fucked her ass. As his cock fucked in again and again, every inch of it 
vanished into the girl's pulsing asshole, and the hairs stood up on the 
backs of his legs. He felt so fucking good. Fuck-sensations screwed through 
his cock, tingled his spine, shot down the backs of his legs. He ground his 
lower belly against the round ass of the bitch, feeling her silky asscheeks 
against his hairy flesh. It felt so goddamn good he chewed his lips, 
grunting as he fucked, screwing the shit out of the cute blonde. 

She relaxed under him, her asshole softening. Her whimpers became moans of 
pleasure. 

"Ya love it up the ass, don't ya, baby?" Jerry growled. "You're a dirty 
little bugger-bitch, ain't ya, ain't ya?" He fucked down into her, trying to 
make his prick come out her mouth. As his prick slid against her sizzling 
assring, her asshole quivered around it like a soft wet mouth. 

"Sucking bitch ass," Jerry mumbled, fucking hard, his abdomen smacking the 
girl's asscheeks repeatedly. "Ahhhhhh, sucking nympho bitch!" 

The girl twisted her blonde head, her body shaking under him. Somehow she 
either stretched herself at the joints of her shoulders and hips of 
stretched her restraints, because as Jerry fucked her, she little; by little 
began to squirm under him, her ass making tight circles around his plunging 
fucker. 

"Yeahhh!" Jerry moaned, fucking in and out of her gyrating ass. "Oooh, hot 
damn!" He clawed at her scalp, ripped at her hair, made her tighten up. 

He couldn't last much longer. His balls felt like balloons ready to explode, 
the hairs on them bristling and electrified. Pulsations of pleasure gripped 
his cock. Every inch of his cock prickled, itching maddeningly. The 
fuck-itch saturated every cell of his cock. He felt hot pokers in his 
asshole, felt the cum uncoiling in his balls. He fucked the bitch with every 
ounce of energy he had left, grinding the guts out of her. The hot cum 
gashed through his pisstube and exploded out of his cock. 

"Uhhhhhh!" he growled. "Ahhhhhhhhh! Bitch, fuck, shit!" 

He collapsed on the shivering, squirming bitch, pumping his scalding 
cum-load into her ass, feeling the fuck-thrills all the way down to the 
soles of his feet. His body prickled all over with goose bumps. As the jism 
streamed out of his cock, he lay motionless on top of the girl, his ass 
jerking, his prick flexing and shuddering inside her. 

He closed his eyes and imagined he was fucking Candy. You're mine, he 
thought. 

Every speck of you is mine. And you're never going to get away from me. 
Never. Not ever. 

His blissful daydream was shattered suddenly when the bitch started 
shuddering as if she were having a fit, her asshole milking his 
super-sensitive cock until he thought he'd go out of his mind. She was 
coming, probably for the tenth time today. All those bitch nymphos had 
multiple orgasms. He wondered if Candy had multiple orgasms, and he decided 
she probably had two dozen a day. From the way she wiggled when she walked, 
she probably enjoyed spontaneous orgasms even as she delivered her papers. 

The little bitch, he thought. The dirty fucking little nympho bitch! 

 CHAPTER TWO 

The reverend pulled his face from between Candy's legs. She almost laughed. 
He had pussy juice on his red nose. It looked like beads of dew. One of her 
fine blonde cunt hairs clung to his lower lip, glimmering like spun gold' in 
the sunlight that poured in through the skylight of the reverend's plant 
room. 

"How does it feel?" he asked. 

"Real good," Candy said. She brought her toes up under his balls and 
caressed them, thrilled by their jiggly feeling. 

"What do you like best, young lady?" 

"When you shove your tongue inside, Reverend Lee." 

"Oh, my!" the reverend sighed, and he plastered his mouth to her crotch 
again, sucking on her pussy until she thought she was going to scream. 

She felt the tingle even in her bare toes. "Oh, Reverend, oh yes! Mmn!" 

While the reverend munched on her pussy, Candy slipped off her bikini 
halter, stretching totally naked in the warm sunlight. Although she found 
the reverend to be a repulsive old toad, she couldn't help but be excited by 
the situation. The reverend's glass-roofed plant room was like a jungle, 
smelling of orchids and humus and other exotic fragrances. Huge ferns and 
palms and other tropical plants were everywhere. The room was warm and very 
humid. The soft, loamy soil under her bare feet made her think she was 
standing on a jungle path-a naked jungle girl. If she kept her eyes off the 
naked old toad who was munching away at her cunt, she felt nothing but 
excitement and pleasure. The only parts of Reverend Lee she found exciting 
were his cock and balls, and his tongue. 

"Oh!" she gasped. "Eeeh!" She squirmed as the reverend twisted his tongue 
inside her cunthole, as he sucked on her twitching clit. Tingles showered 
through her loins. "Deeper! Oh, deeper!" 

She grabbed the reverend's head and humped at his mouth, grinding her 
inflamed pussy between his lips, fucking herself on his tongue. 

"Ooooh, reverend, ahhhhh!" Her cunt and asshole were exploding with 
pleasure. 

The reverend munched and slurped on her pussy, sounding like a boar at the 
slop trough as he ate her out. She stroked the reverend's rigid fuckpole 
with her toes, exciting herself as much as she excited him. 

Come on, come on! she thought, working the hot skin up and down the 
reverend's cock. She wished more than anything that he would come, shooting 
his hot fuck cream all over her foot. She loved the feeling of getting her 
foot creamed, and if he came, then he wouldn't subject her to the entire 
ordeal she knew was coming. He'd be mad as hell if he came now, but he'd be 
mad as hell when he came later, too. She tickled him under the cockknob, 
rubbed his fucklube against his pleasure-strand. His prick quivered against 
her big toe. 

He fell away from her, toppling from his squatting position onto his ass. 
Cunt juice dripped off his face and chin. It was as if somebody had slapped 
some egg whites on his face. 

Candy reeled, her legs rubbery from her orgasm. Her vision alternately 
blurred and cleared. She clutched her throbbing pussy, squeezing the last 
thrills out of it. 

"You were trying to be naughty again," the reverend said. "You know what 
your toes do to me. You were intentionally trying to make me ejaculate." 

"I lost my head," Candy said. "You had me going so much that I didn't know 
what I was doing. Sorry, Reverend." 

She gave him her sweetest little-girl smile, but all he did was glare at 
her. He wasn't buying it today. Not that it really mattered. She was in for 
hell either way. 

He extended his hand, and she helped him to his feet, which wasn't easy, 
because he was a very heavy man. His hairy blubber lay against his stiff 
cock, which appeared to be a peg holding his belly up. He reminded Candy of 
an adult male orangutan. 

He stood unsteadily for a while, catching his breath. Suddenly his puffy 
hands shot forward, his fingers twisting on her nipples. Candy howled from 
the pain and stimulation. 

"Shut up, little tramp! Shut up, damn you!" He yanked on her nipples, 
forcing her to her knees. 

Candy went down on his cock, sucking it loudly, as if it were the 
best-tasting lollipop she'd ever tasted. 

His heavy hands on her head, the reverend fucked at her face, driving his 
lube-oozing prick down her throat. Candy thought she was going to smother in 
his flab. She churned her tongue at the underside of his prick, hoping to 
tease the cum out of his cock immediately. The sooner he came, the sooner he 
would give her the money and let her go. Of all the men on her route, 
Reverend Lee was certainly the most repulsive. He was her best-paying 
customer, though-probably because his tips for her services came straight 
out of the church treasury. 

The reverend knocked her away, kicking her as she hit the dirt. "Harlot! 
Teenaged tramp!" He was wheezing, his face flushed. 

Candy rolled herself into a ball, hoping to protect her ribs from another 
kick. She gasped as the reverend rammed his big toe up her cunt. 

"Dirty slimy whore!" he said, twisting his toe viciously, his toenail 
gouging her tender cuntal tissues. "Sumphole! sewer! You're festering with 
sin inside, harlot. The wrath of God is upon you!" 

He jerked his toe out of her cunt and shoved it in her mouth. Whimpering, 
submissive, Candy sucked on his toe. It tasted of pussy cream and jism-new 
jism from Mr. Adams, the customer she'd fucked only a half-hour ago, and old 
jism from that boy she'd met in the park this morning. She tried to remember 
what the boy had looked like, but she couldn't. 

The reverend sat on her, forcing her to lie flat on her back as he straddled 
her face. "Lick, whore, lick!" 

Candy squirmed, fighting for air as the reverend's huge ass and crotch 
settled over her face. She prayed he wouldn't let his full weight down bn 
her. Frantically, she licked and sucked and munched, allowing the reverend 
to move his bulk as he would. She cleaned his hairy crotch, tasted his 
asshole, chewed on his balls. When the reverend farted, she nearly vomited. 

The reverend shoved his cock in her mouth again and fucked at her face, his 
stiff prick jabbing at her tonsils. She gagged repeatedly, spit leaking out 
of her mouth. The reverend lifted up again and settled his balls over her 
mouth. She sucked his balls without being told to. They tasted and smelled 
and felt like any other guy's balls, and with her eyes closed they could 
have been the balls of the cutest guy at Jefferson High for all she knew. 
She got through her ordeals with the reverend much easier if she kept her 
eyes closed and imagined that he was some hunky stud from school. 

"Beast! She-goat!" The reverend toppled off her. 

Candy immediately got up on her hands and knees. She'd been through this 
scene so many times before that she knew exactly what was coming next. She 
had only one more customer to service on today's schedule, and then she'd be 
home free-or almost home free. She still had to contend with the old man. 
She prayed he wasn't too drunk today. 

The reverend inserted his prick in Candy's cunt, mounting her from behind 
like a dog. Before he even started to fuck, she wiggled her ass and started 
to massage his prick by contracting her cunt muscles. 

"Dirty," the reverend muttered. "So dirty." He slapped her ass, first with 
his life hand, then with his right, alternating blows until her asscheeks 
felt as if they had swelled up. 

Candy panted, churning her pussy around the man's motionless prick. "Fuck 
me, Reverend, fuck me!" 

"Whore of Babylon!" the reverend bellowed. "Flesh-pot of the world! Vile 
sinner!" Falling forward and biting at her shoulders and neck, he began 
fucking her. 

Come on, you old goat, Candy thought. Come on, come on! She shimmied her 
cunt around his fucking prick, rammed her gyrating ass hard against his 
distended abdomen. She was drowning in fat, being smothered in it. Her arms 
and legs shook under the weight of the man. 

As his grunting and humping increased, he let himself go, throwing himself 
on top of her. She collapsed, crashing in the moist soil, tasting dirt. 
Pinned helplessly under the thrusting bulk of the man, she felt his heart 
hammering her spine like a bouncing basketball. She prayed the reverend 
wouldn't have a heart attack. 

"Hot bitch!" the reverend growled, gnawing on her left ear, drooling all 
over her neck. "Nnnnn, nnnnnn, ughhhhh!" He grunted like an animal, fucking 
his hot prick into her cunt again and again. His prick squished in her juicy 
fuckhole. His flab slid all over her, oiled with a flood of sweat. "Dirty 
girl, dirty hot girl, oh yesss, oh, oh, ahhhh!" 

I am dirty, Candy thought. Why else am I doing this? I'm a slut, no better 
than a street whore in New York. The reverend's right-I'm a beast, a harlot, 
a tramp. Oh God, I deserve this. I deserve it!" 

She lay crushed under the rutting man, her cunt sizzling as his prick fucked 
in and out. Pussy juice leaked out of her cunt, some of it her own natural 
juices, but most of it the cum of the man and boy who had fucked her earlier 
today. The reverend was so right. She was a sewer, a sumphole. She was worth 
about as much as a hunk of rotting garbage. 

Her cunt itched so she almost screamed. Her pussy tightened around the man's 
plunging cock. The tension ballooned in her fuckhole. 

"Uhhhhh!" she grunted. "Uhhh, ohh!" A shiver rushed through her body. Her 
cunt contracted furiously as spasms of pleasure ripped through it. She 
whined loudly, dizzy with fuck-thrills. 

Reverend Lee squirmed on top of her, rubbing her tit into the dirt like a 
cigarette butt. His prick flexed inside her pussy. He grunted like a bull 
and spurted his cum into her. His prick flexed again and spurted cum once 
more, then settled down, twitching with his heartbeats. His orgasms were 
always like that-two quick spurts and they were over. Candy was still coming 
when the fat man rolled off her. 

When at last he caught his breath and forced his bulk up, Candy tensed. This 
was the worst. This part of the ordeal she could never avoid. 

The reverend yanked Candy up by the hair until she was kneeling in front of 
him. His jizz-dripping fucker hung before her eyes like a shriveled condom. 
Submissively, she parted her lips, allowing the reverend to insert his slimy 
cock between them. As her lips closed around his deflated prick, he started 
to piss. Candy gagged, but managed to lose no more than a few drops of the 
acrid piss. While the lose piss dribbled down her neck and between her tits, 
the rest of the hot piss-load gushed down her throat. She felt it pool in 
her stomach, and she immediately felt nauseated. When the reverend finished 
pissing, she sucked the last drops out of his cock. At last he'd be 
satisfied. 

The reverend left the room while Candy dressed. When she got to the front 
door, the reverend, fully dressed, his jet-black hair combed perfectly, 
shoved an envelope into her newspaper bag. he shook his head. "Your mode of 
dress is scandalous, Miss Miles. You ought to be arrested." 

Candy hefted her sack onto her shoulder without any help from the reverend. 
"Yes, sir," she said. 

"And I want to see you in church and Sunday school this Sunday. No excuses. 
God always come first." 

"Yes, reverend," Candy said. 

Their verbal exchange was the same every time she visited the reverend. The 
man was crazy. 

Halfway back down the other side of the street, Mr. Carter was waiting for 
her on his front porch. He was a balding man, recently retired. 

"The wife's gone," he whispered, taking his paper. "Care to step inside and 
collect?" 

"Wish I could," Candy said, "but I'm running late." 

"I'll make it worth your while, dear." 

"I'm sure you would, Mr. Carter, but I really can't. I was just in 
yesterday-remember?" 

"How could I ever forget? But this is today, dear, and a man has needs, you 
know." He looked her up and down. "Oh, baby, I wanna fuck you so bad!" 

"I'm really sorry," Candy said. "Next week, maybe." She padded away quickly. 

"Cocktease," he muttered. "Little bitch!" 

She heard his door slam. Things were starting to get out of hand, she knew. 
If it weren't for her father, she'd quit this goddamn paper route. But he'd 
kill her if she tried. That was for sure. She'd been secretly storing up 
money, though, and soon she'd be able to run away if she had to. 

She came to the two-story house on the corner and flung two rolled-up papers 
onto the front porch. She knew she was supposed to leave one paper on the 
front porch for Mr. Blochman and the other paper up at the top of the 
outside stairway that led to he upper apartment. But she didn't feel like 
climbing that long stairway every day, and she didn't like the looks of one 
of the guys who lived up there anyway, so she sneaked past whenever she 
could and left both papers on the front porch. 

The upper door swung open. "Hey, papergirl! Bring up that paper." 

Candy groaned, dropping her sack. She retrieved one of the papers from the 
front porch and trudged to the foot of the stairs. The guy she didn't like 
stood on the landing above, dressed in nothing but jeans. His black hair 
stood out in all directions, as if he'd just crawled out of bed. He 
resembled a gorilla-huge muscles, hairy chest and abdomen, enormous hands 
and feet. His black eyes gave her the creeps, and so did the crazy smirk he 
always had on his face, which today was unshaven. He reminded her slightly 
of her father. 

"Here," she said, lifting her arm to throw the paper up to him. 

"Bring it up," he said. "Girls can't throw worth a shit. You'll never get it 
up here." 

Candy forced a laugh. "I can." 

"I said bring it up here, damn it!" 

Grinding her teeth. Candy made her way up the dilapidated wooden stairs, 
cursing when a wood sliver needled into her toe and lodged there. 

"What's the trouble?" the guy asked as she shoved the paper at him. "Steps 
too tough for ya?" He smelled of sweat and beer. 

"I got a sliver," she mumbled, bracing one hand on the railing and rubbing 
her injured toe with the other. 

"Serves ya right for going barefooted," the guy said. 

She glanced at his bare feet, then glared at him. 

He chuckled. "I ain't out walking the streets, girl." He grabbed her arm. 
"Come on in and I'll dig that sliver out for ya." 

Candy tried to jerk her arm away. "No thanks." 

"Let me go!" 

"Shut up, or I'll break your arm!" The guy yanked open the screen door and 
pulled her inside. 

 CHAPTER THREE 

She sat on a chair in the kitchen, too terrified to move. The big hairy guy 
squatted in front of her, his muscular hands cradling her foot as he 
inspected her toe. Close up, he looked a lot younger-college age. The 
muscles of his shoulders and arms looked as if they would explode out of his 
skin as he lifted her foot. He had veins on his biceps as thick as Candy's 
middle finger. 

He glanced up at her, his eyes black as a crow's, and fierce looking despite 
the smirk on his face. "You got a regular two-by-four stuck in there, girl. 
We might have to amputate." 

"Will you let me go?" Candy said. "It's nothing. I can take care of it when 
I get home." 

The guy's smirk tightened into a frown. "Hey, I said I'd pull the fucker 
out, and that's what I'm gonna do, so just relax. Rest your pretty ass, huh? 
You need a rest, anyway, dragging that heavy sack up and down the street 
every day like some old workhorse. What's a girl like you doing peddling 
papers? That's a boy's job. You ain't one of them women's libbers, are ya?" 

Candy's face felt hotter by the second. "I've got just as much right to 
deliver papers as any boy." 

The guy shook his head, smiling. "Women's libber, just like I thought." 

Candy was about to ram her heel into his nose when they were interrupted by 
a giggling guy and girl who came stumbling into the room. The guy was tall, 
lean, and handsome. The girl, a blonde, was tucking her half-open pink 
blouse into her jeans. She was barefooted, and the guy was carrying her 
shoes. As soon as the couple spotted Candy, they abruptly quieted down. 

"Didn't know you had company, Jerry," the guy said. 

The girl looked Candy up and down. "So, this is Miss Hotpants." 

"Shove it, bitch," Jerry said. "Warren, get her out of here before I throw 
her right through that screen." 

"I was just going, blue balls," the blonde said, banging open the door. 
"Come on, Warren honey." 

Warren shrugged and followed her. "Nice meeting you," he said to Candy as he 
stepped out the door. "I hope we'll be seeing more of you." 

"Get!' Jerry said. 

As the door banged shut and the couple started down the outside stairs, the 
blonde said loudly: "We oughta call the cops. Poor girl. He's a goddamned 
psycho." 

"Will ya get moving?" Warren said. 

"Sure, lover." The blonde raced down the stairs, squealing giggles. 

"Bitch!" Jerry turned away from the door, his eyes meeting Candy's again. 
"Will you relax, for Christsake!" 

"How can I relax with you shouting at me?" Tears filled Candy's eyes. This 
guy terrified her, and she hated his guts. 

Jerry's hands started to shake. "Don't go bawling on me now." He lifted 
Candy's foot to his mouth and started biting at her injured toe, trying to 
grip the end of the sliver with his teeth. He got hold and pulled it out. 

Candy winced, her toe stinging. 

The guy's mouth closed around her toe and he sucked it, soothing away the 
pain and causing waves of relaxation to course through Candy's leg. Her cunt 
tingled, and she couldn't help squirming. 

Jerry gazed at her, mumbled something around her toe. 

"Huh? I can't understand you." 

Jerry released her toe. "I said, ya like that, huh?" 

Candy flushed. She crossed her arms. "Can I go now? Please?" 

The guy frowned. "What's your hurry? I do ya a favor, and then ya wanna run 
off right away. That's some gratitude." 

"I never asked you to do anything. Look, I've gotta finish my route and get 
home-or my dad's gonna come out looking for me." 

"Your dad? Shit!" 

"He worries about me. If I'm a minute late, he's ready to call the cops." 

"For Christsake!" He dropped her foot and stood up. He took her hand and 
pulled her up. 

Candy almost sighed out loud with relief. She started to step past the guy, 
but he grabbed her, crushing her against his sweaty body. His rough hands 
roved all over her back, his fingers edging under her shorts and pinching 
her asscheeks. She tried to break away, but it was hopeless. His hot, 
beer-stinking mouth covered her lips, his huge tongue sliding down her 
throat. All the muscles of his frontal torso rippled against her. He got one 
hand between them and slipped it under her left tit. He squeezed her tit, 
thumbed her cherry roughly, twisted on her nipple. Candy saw stars, and all 
her strength drained from her. She whimpered, feeling more crushed and 
smothered than she had felt under the rutting bulk of the reverend. 

"You're mine," the guy growled. "All mine. Understand? All mine!" 

He humped against her. His cock-bulge felt enormous. And she could feel its 
heat even through his jeans and her shorts. 

"Candy!" he moaned, humping at her, one hand mauling her tit, the other hand 
clutching at her cunt. "Oh, Candy, you hot little bitch!" His finger slipped 
inside her pussy. 

Candy groaned, her loins filling with tingles. She despised herself for 
responding-she hated this man so-but she couldn't help herself. As the man 
finger-fucked her, she wiggled her ass, melting in his arms. 

"Fuck me!" she whispered. "Oh God, fuck me!" 

Jerry got his pants open, letting them ride down his legs. He never stopped 
thrusting. He got his burning cock under the leg of her shorts and worked it 
up into her body without even removing her pants. 

Candy moaned, her eyes hot with tears of lust. She'd never been fucked like 
this before, with her shorts on and a guy's long cock thrust up one pant-leg 
and into her cunt. He partially squatted as he fucked, and she rose up and 
down on her toes, meeting the delicious thrusts of his cock. God, his Cock 
was thick! She hadn't had many cocks in her cunt as thick as his. He crushed 
her in his arms, grinding himself against her. 

I hate you, she thought. Jesus Christ, do I hate you! But, strangely, her 
thoughts only increased her excitement. She ground her teeth, fucking on his 
big cock with a vengeance. Within seconds, she was coming. 

"Eeeeh!" she whined, her body shuddering, her loins racked with intense 
fuck-spasms, and she clawed at his bare insteps with her toenails. She dug 
her fingernails into his back and clawed downward, tearing skin and drawing 
blood. She whined like a cat. 

"Christ!" the guy growled, nearly crushing the life out of her, plunging his 
cock frantically in her seething fuckhole. 

She wanted to kill him. Gathering all her strength as her orgasm subsided, 
she simultaneously brought her hands around to his face and her left knee up 
at his balls. As she ripped at his cheeks and slammed his nose, she twisted 
her knee at his balls, trying to grind them to mush. 

The guy screamed, almost collapsing as he clutched his balls. Candy stumbled 
out the door, not pausing to slip her loose titcup back on until she had 
reached the bottom of the stairs. As she struggled with her paper-sack, she 
heard the guy howling like a sick dog up above, and she felt as sick as he 
sounded. 

She passed the house of Mr. Briggs without bothering to stop in. She 
couldn't deal with him today. She knew he'd have a fit, but she just 
couldn't deal with his kinkiness today. He always wore a garter belt and 
women's nylon stockings while he fucked her, and after he fucked her he 
would squat over her chest and shit a foul-smelling turd between her tits, 
which she then had to carry in her bare hands to the toilet. It was just too 
digusting. 

She heard his front door open, heard him call to her in a loud whisper, but 
she pretended she didn't hear him, pretended she'd forgotten all about their 
appointment. She was relieved when his door slammed. 

Two blocks up the street, however, Mr. Briggs roared past her in his blue 
Corvette, squealed a U-turn, and pulled up alongside her. 

"Hey," he said, leaning to his right side to look out the window. "Candy, 
baby. Where ya going? We have a date, remember?" 

Candy tried to look surprised. "Oh gosh, Mr. Briggs, is today Thursday? 
Where is my mind today? I'm sorry. Can we make another date for tomorrow? 
I've really gotta get home. It's my dad's birthday and all." 

"You can spare fifteen minutes, can't you? Just fifteen minutes. I'll be 
quick today. I promise." 

"Mr. Briggs, I really can't." 

"Candy, I've been waiting for you all day. I'm going to go crazy if you 
don't climb in this car and come back to the house with me." 

"Tell you what. I'll sneak out after dad's asleep. I'll spend the night with 
you." 

"I can't wait till tonight, young lady. I can't wait another two minutes. 
Now please get in this car!" His voice suddenly assumed the bitchy tone of a 
school principal, which he was-principal of Jefferson High. 

"But-" 

"No buts. Now get in this car!" 

"I'm sorry, Mr. Briggs." Candy turned away and moved on. Behind her, the 
Corvette roared, then squealed away. 

I'm going to be in high school for the next ten years, Candy thought. He'll 
see to it I get straight F's from, now on. 

When she got home, Candy felt like curling up and dying. Did she really 
deserve all this abuse? Just because she was a pretty girl, men thought they 
could use her in any way they wanted. And now she had some wild psycho after 
her. Letting her empty newspaper sack drop on the front porch, she trudged 
into the house to face her father. 

 CHAPTER FOUR 

Candy's father was in the living room watching a soap opera. Dressed in 
nothing but his briefs, he was slumped in the middle of the couch, his feet 
up on the coffee table, a beer can in his right hand. Other beer cans 
littered the floor. His eyes were fixed on the TV as if he were hypnotized. 
He'd been in front of the box since he'd crawled out of bed at noon and he'd 
be in front of it when the station signed off. Sometime during the night 
he'd somehow rise enough out of his drunken stupor to make his way to bed. 
Candy was always amazed in the morning to find him sleeping at her side. 
"I'm home, Dad." 

"That ain't no news to me, bitch. I could smell ya coming a mile off." 
Without taking his eyes off the TV, he extended his arm toward Candy, his 
hand open, his palm up. 

Candy handed him a stack of bills, which he counted. 

"What the fuck is this? Forty-five bucks!" 

"Mr. Briggs cancelled," Candy said. 

"Cancelled? What the fuck does that mean? You ain't been giving him good 
head or what?" 

"Something came up. He had to go over to school this afternoon." 

"You mean he actually had to go over and do some work for a change? Christ 
Almighty, what's the world coming to when one of them goddamned 
fancy-talking educators has to go to work during the summer vacation?" He 
cleared his throat, spat into the butt-filled ashtray next to him. 
"Educators! Worthless sons-of-bitches!" He chugged his can of beer. 

Candy turned to go to her room. 

"Hey! Where the fuck you think you're going? You ain't excused, cunt." 

Candy felt sick to her stomach. The soap-opera music and the incessant 
bickering of the story characters in the background increased her 
depression. Besides that, the temperature had surged above ninety today, 
with high humidity to boot, and the living room reeked of beer and stale 
cigarette smoke and of her father's unwashed body. When he went on these 
binges, sometimes he didn't bathe for weeks. 

Her father tossed the beer can across the room as if it had offended him. 
"So, ya had kind of a vacation today, huh? Only two customers? You must have 
a lotta spunk left." 

"You're forgetting, I had to deliver newspapers," Candy said. 

"You're forgetting, I had to deliver newspapers," her father mimicked in 
falsetto. "You're starting to sound just like your worthless bitch ma." 

And one of these days I'm going to follow in her footsteps, Candy thought. 
I'm going to run out on you just like she did. 

"Get over here and give me some head," the old man growled, although he 
really wasn't that old. He looked older than he was, though. If he didn't 
stop drinking, he'd be dead in five years. That, Candy was sure of. 

Kneeling next to the couch, Candy reached inside her dad's underwear fly. 
She felt his sweaty, soft prickmeat. She wondered if he'd even be able to 
get a hard-on in his condition. 

"Goddamn it, take 'em off, bitch! Ain't you got no sense?" 

He didn't move a muscle to assist her in taking off his briefs. She pulled 
them down his legs, which were still perched on the coffee table, and 
dropped them as if they were contaminated. They reeked of sweaty balls and 
piss. 

"Get naked," he said, leering at her. "Let me see them titties and that 
pussy." 

She undressed self-consciously. She'd been naked in front of her father a 
thousand times, and she'd been sleeping with him ever since her mom had run 
off seven years ago, but she still felt embarrased to be naked in front of 
him. He was still her father, after all, no matter how many times he'd 
fucked her pussy and her ass. 

As her large tits flopped out of their cups, as her shorts slid down her 
smooth legs like caressing hands, her father's uncut fucker throbbed up to a 
full hard-on and flopped against his hairy beer-belly. Candy felt a tingle 
in her crotch. 

"Come on, baby, do your job." 

Candy ran her hands over her tits, tweaked her nipples with her thumbs, 
pulled her long hair over her shoulders and hid her tits. She gave her 
father a little-girl pout, letting her pink tongue flick seductively along 
her lips. 

Her dad's prick pounded his abdomen, its foreskin peeling back even farther 
to reveal most of his moist purple prickhead. "Bitch," he mumbled. "Goddamn 
hot bitch, get over here." 

Candy fluttered her eyes, hid her blonde pussy mound with her hands, crossed 
her legs and started to finger-fuck herself. 

"Jesus Christ!" The old man fisted his fucker, beating it, working the 
foreskin up and down. "Come on, you cockteasing bitch, do your job." 

Candy ran her hands over her tits, tweaked her nipples with her thumbs, 
pulled her long hair over her shoulders and hid her tits. She gave her 
father a little-girl pout, letting her pink tongue flick seductively along 
her lips. 

Her dad's prick pounded his abdomen, its foreskin peeling back even farther 
to reveal most of his moist purple prickhead. "Bitch," he mumbled. "Goddamn 
hot bitch, get over here." 

Candy fluttered her eyes, hid her blonde pussy mound with her hands, crossed 
her legs and started to finger-fuck herself. 

"Jesus Christ!" the old man fisted his fucker, beating it, working the 
foreskin up and down. "Come on, you cockteasing bitch, do your job." 

"Yes, Daddy," Candy said, dropping down and crawling to her father. He'd be 
good and hot now, ready to blow his cum-load. She wouldn't be forced to suck 
on his smelly fuckrod so long when he was good and hot. 

"Hot bitch!" her father moaned as she slid up and wrapped her hand around 
his cock. "Mmn, eat that thing!" 

Candy licked his big fucker gingerly at first, teasing it with the tip of 
her tongue. She tried to avoid licking the cockhead because it stunk so and 
tasted rotten. There was probably a two-week accumulation of fucklube and 
jism and cunt cream and spit on her dad's prickhead, not to mention sweat 
and cock cheese. After tonguing his throbbing cock for a while, she slipped 
down to suck on his balls. 

"Oooh, Jesus Christ, lick them fuckers, yeah!" 

She got her nose under his smelly balls, sucked on his crotch, took each of 
his balls between her lips and tongued them. She lapped all around his 
balls. 

"Ahhhh, this is living!" Her old man popped open a fresh can of beer and 
glugged half of it down. He smacked his lips. "Now peel back that foreskin 
and do some real cock-sucking." 

Candy tried to hold her breath while she peeled back her father's foreskin 
and went to work on his stinking cockknob. After several seconds, though, 
she was forced to breathe again, and the full taste and aroma of his 
unwashed prickhead hit her like a whiff of smelling salts. She gagged, on 
the verge of vomiting. 

"Taste good, Miss Fancy Pants?" Her dad chuckled. "Love it, don't ya? Just 
like your ma, a born cock-sucker." He pushed down on her head, forcing her 
to take every inch of his cock. 

She choked, his prick stuffed halfway down her throat. Spit gushed out of 
her mouth and bathed her father's balls. 

Her father released her head, and Candy sucked in air. She was panting, and 
snot ran out of her nose, but she immediately bobbed her head and munched 
loudly, hoping her father wouldn't try to choke her again. 

"Hungry bitch," her father said, guzzling his beer. He cuffed her alongside 
the head a few times with his open hand. "Dirty cock-sucker. Just like one 
of them Saigon whores. Shit!" He arched upward suddenly, fucking his cock 
down Candy's throat. "Eat it, you cunt-mouth, suck it!" He twisted down on 
her head as if he were squeezing an orange. 

Candy choked, gagged, the spit gushing out of her mouth, the snot out of her 
nose. As her dad reamed out her throat with his stinking fuckrod, she did 
her best to suck it, to stimulate his cock with her throat muscles. His 
hairy groin rammed her nose. He grunted like a boar, fucking her face. She 
couldn't stop choking. She groped for his spit-drenched balls trying to 
gently squeeze the cum out of them, teasing his balls with her long 
fingernails. 

Her dad slapped beer in her face, stinging her eyes. He tossed his beer can 
aside, belching, chuckling. He grabbed handfuls of her hair and ripped at 
it, jerking her head up and down faster. She felt his prick swell in her 
mouth, felt it start to quiver. She flapped her tongue at the underside of 
his cockknob, ready to receive the rush of hot cum down her throat. 

"No ya don't, fucker!" Her dad almost ripped the hair out of her head as he 
jerked her away from his cock. He slapped her across the face, sending her 
sprawling on the floor. 

"Get back up here, bitch! You ain't gettin' off so easy. I know your 
game-get me off quick, then run away. Get back up here, ya worthless sow, 
before I kick the shit out of ya." 

Sniveling, tasting blood, Candy crawled toward her father. How many times 
had she crawled to him-a thousand? How many bloody noses had he given her? 
How many times had he abused her? It was a wonder she still had all her 
teeth, a wonder that her nose so was still straight. She'd been black and 
blue enough times, but she healed fast. 

"Sit on it." Her father clawed her tits, pinched her nipples as she 
straddled his cock. 

Whimpering, she reached down and guided her dad's cock into her cunt, 
impaling herself on it to the hilt, until she felt his hairy balls touchig 
her ass. As the big fucker slid into her cunt, she moaned softly. She 
couldn't help it. No matter how she'd been beaten or degarded, her cunt 
always responded to a fucking cock. Her dad bit her tits, moaning and 
slobbering over her tit flesh. He fucked a finger up her asshole and twisted 
it viciously. The fumes of alcohol and sweat nearly overcame her. She felt 
so weak and dizzy she had to hang onto her dad's neck to avoid toppling off 
him. 

"Ride!" her dad growled. "Get sliding!" He used his ass-fucking finger to 
prod her, to get her moving up and down on his rigid prick. 

Candy closed her eyes and pretended she was in the front seat of a 
convertible, her arms around some hunky stud from school, her cunt stuffed 
with his prick as she fucked up and down on it, driving the stud out of his 
mind. She held her breath and pretended she smelled fragrant night air, cool 
spring air full of the scent of lilacs. She remembered that first time she'd 
fucked in a convertible. She'd been in junior high, and that high school 
hockey star had picked her up and had driven her out into the country under 
the stars. She'd sat in his lap, her arms around his neck, her nude body 
slithering up and down against his muscular front as she'd fucked his 
rock-hard cock to a cum-spurting orgasm. She could still feel his hot fuck 
cream squirting into her pussy, could still hear his groans of pleasure.... 

Her dad moaned, his whiskers scratching her tits as he sucked and chewed on 
them. His prick was flexing inside her pussy and she shimmied her hot 
cuntlips around it, milked his cock with her cuntal muscles. 

"Get off!" he bellowed. "Get off, goddamn it!" He drove his thumbnail up 
under her chin, and she shot up in the air, disengaging her cunt from his 
cock. His big wet fucker flopped against his belly. He panted as if he were 
having a heart attack. "Let it cool, damn it, let it cool!" His prick 
throbbed, cunt cream and old jism leaking down it and over his balls like a 
thin frosting. 

"Now ass-fuck it," he said after his prick had cooled down. "Wrap that hot, 
smelly little shithole of yours around my cock." 

Candy didn't bother to lubricate her asshole with spit before she lowered 
her ass onto her dad's fucker. His cock was as slick as if it had been 
oiled. She'd been ass-fucked as many times as she'd been cunt-fucked, so 
taking cock up her ass was no big deal the way it was for some girls. She 
knew a few girls at school who said they'd die before they let a prick stuff 
their ass. She couldn't understand them. She'd been getting cock up the ass 
for as long as she'd been getting fucked up the cunt, and both ways seemed 
natural and normal. 

"Ahhhh!" her dad sighed. "Tight! Nice and tight!" 

Candy slowly fucked her ass down on his cock, rotating her hot buns against 
his balls when she hit bottom. She shivered, feeling as if she had a hot 
snake wiggling in her asshole. Her dad shoved some fingers up her cunt, at 
the same time pinching and twisting on her stiff little clit. She moaned, 
her vision blurry. Her dad bit her left nipple, and she felt hot fuck juice 
leaking out of her cunt. 

"Ohhh, goddamn!' her dad mumbled. "Hottest bitch I ever got my hands on, 
hotter than your old lady. Fuck that cock, bitch-girl! Come on, baby, come 
on!" 

Bracing her hands on her dad's shoulders, Candy lifted up, then fucked down, 
lifted up, then fucked down again. Her asspucker was stretched wide around 
her father's cock, the sensitive assring tingling and itching as she slid up 
and down. Her dad's cock filled her ass, fucked deep in her guts. She 
started to pant as she fucked up and down, her dad's cock making squishing 
noises in her asshole. 

"Fuck!" her dad grunted,' his bloodshot eyes rolling. "Dirty girl, pig-girl, 
whore-girl ... fuck! Ahh, ohhh!" He slumped back against the couch, letting 
her ride his cock freely. He pulled his fingers out of her cunt and rubbed 
her cunt juice on his lips, licking it off. He wiped the remainder of the 
pungent fuck fluid on her tits. "Fuck! Fuck, fuck!" He sounded even drunker 
now, as if he were ready to pass out. 

Candy began fucking up and down with abandon, letting her momentum carry 
her. The big cock fucked in and out of her asshole. Her cunt leaked. She 
felt fuck-tension building in her loins and she rode faster. Her dad 
squirmed, twisting his head, grunting like an old boar. 

I'm disgusting, Candy thought. No matter how he treats me, I get excited as 
soon as he gets his cock in me. And I enjoy it! Oh, his cock feels so good! 
Why does it feel so good? Why do I have to degrade myself like this? It's as 
if I'm cursed. Even that animal up in the apartment today got me excited, 
got my cunt drooling. 

"Uhh, argh, ahhh!" Her father was growling and grunting like an animal, spit 
leaking from the corner of his mouth, his hairy body writhing. Candy had 
never seen him look more disgusting. 

She fucked faster, taking delight in the gurgling, liquid noises his cock 
made in her juicy asshole. Oh, it felt so good! Why did it live to feel so 
good? 

Her dad's eyes gaped, rolling in their sockets. He shook, his loins bucking. 
His seething fuck-cream exploded into her ass with such force that she 
almost jumped off his cock. 

She fucked his spasming cock fiercely, wanting to skin it alive. His jism 
greased his fuckpole, bubbled out of her ass. She slid up and down so freely 
that she almost slipped off. She gritted her teeth, fucking down again and 
again and again. One of her dad's fingers slipped into her cunt again and 
she went into instant spasms. 

"Ohhhh, God!" she gasped, her head spinning, the fuck-sensation whirling 
through her loins. "Ohhhhh, Daddy!" 

"Bitch!" her dad muttered. "Dirty filthy bitch!" His eyes were wild, his 
greasy hair standing out in all directions as if electrified. He arched up, 
fucking his cock up her ass, reaming out her cunt with his finger, grunting 
like a boar as he spurted more cum into her. 

"Oooooh, Daddy!" she cooed, every cell of her naked skin tingling, her tits 
swollen and throbbing, her asshole and cunt contracting repeatedly as the 
wonderful feelings surged through them. 

And then she realized why she hated that young guy so, that gorilla who had 
seduced her in his kitchen, the one she'd clawed and knead in the balls. She 
hated him because he reminded her more of her father than any other male 
she'd ever encountered did. He was like her father must have been in his 
prime-big, mean, muscular, hairy, invincible-like a wild bull. 

 CHAPTER FIVE 

Jerry sat in the kitchen, naked except for his jeans. His prick was out, and 
he was jacking off slowly, building toward orgasm again and again, but 
always stopping just short of popping off. His balls felt as big as apples. 
He could smell Candy's cunt, could smell it still on his prick. He would 
never wash his prick again as long as he lived. Christ, he couldn't believe 
it! His prick had been inside Candy's 'pussy. Whenever he thought about it, 
he had to let go of his cock to avoid an immediate orgasm. 

When he got his hands on her again he was going to fuck her to death. She 
was going to pay a thousand times over for every drop of blood that had 
oozed from the scratch marks on his face and back, for every throb of agony 
he'd suffered when she'd knead him in the balls, for ever millimeter of the 
swelling of his nose. What a girl! She had spunk. He liked that. But he was 
going to kill her, all the same-unless she made it up to him. 

He heard footsteps on the stairs and struggled with his rampant cock. He 
just managed to get his swollen fucker tucked away in his jeans as Warren 
stepped in through the door. 

Warren nodded and went to the refrigerator, taking out a can of beer. "Want 
one?" 

"Why not?" Jerry said, catching the can in one hand as Warren tossed it to 
him. 

Warren popped the top off his can and leaned up against the cupboard. He 
downed half the can and wiped his mouth with the back of his wrist. "Ah, 
hits the spot. Damn hot weather. I'm sure glad we don't report to training 
camp for another month." He eyed Jerry closely. "What the fuck happened to 
you? Looks like you were in a cat fight." 

Jerry sipped his beer. "You might say I was. That papergirl's got spunk." 

Warren laughed. "Christ, look at ya! Didn't get it in her, though, did ya?" 

"Like hell I didn't!" Reamed out her fuckhole till she whined like a bitch. 
Ya shoulda heard her squeal. Tightest, hottest fuckhole I've ever been in. 
Makes that blonde bitch you had feel like cold wet noodles inside." 

"Christ!" Warren downed some more of his beer. "Why didn't you save some for 
me?" 

"Didn't think you'd be interested. You always claim you never touch 
jailbait." 

"As a rule, I don't," Warren said. "But that girl's enough to drive a man to 
do anything. Christ, what legs, what tits, and them blue eyes! And that 
ass-length hair-a man could drown in it, for Christsake!" 

Jerry smirked with satisfaction, sipping his beer. "You'e forgetting her 
ass, man." 

"Shit!" Warren said, gulping more beer. "Bet she knows how to move it." 

"You might say that." 

Warren finished his beer and crumpled the can. He started for the hallway. 

"You antisocial or something?" Jerry said. "Where the fuck you running off 
to?" 

"Got some private business to take care of," Warren said, unzipping his 
jeans. 

"Don't be a fool, man. Save it for the party." 

"What party?" 

The party you and me are having tonight with Candy Miles." Jerry placed the 
beer can between his hands, one end against each of his palms, and crushed 
it like an accordion. 

* * * 

Warren kept trying to persuade himself he should go home now while he still 
had the chance. He had the feeling that things would get out of hand, that 
he'd end up spending twenty years behind bars just because he couldn't 
control his prick. This was crazy. Jerry was crazy. Warren knew he ought to 
go to a bar, or any place where he could establish an alibi. Then, if Jerry 
ran into trouble with the girl, Warren could claim ignorance. 

But Warren couldn't do it. He couldn't go home. He was too excited. He 
hadn't been this excited since the time he and his buddies in high school 
had waited in the park for Miss Duvall, the sexy math teacher they'd all 
been beating their pricks raw over. It was a cool autumn evening. Dark had 
come early. All ten of the randy boys had sprung at her simultaneously, 
ripping off her clothes before she'd even toppled into the bed of fallen 
leaves. They'd taken turns fucking her, each boy filling her cunt with three 
loads of his cum. It was only after Warren's third orgasm that he'd begun to 
feel ashamed. Until then, he could have fucked her to death without qualms. 
He felt almost that way tonight, ready to fuck Candy unconscious. But he was 
older now, and plagued by a nagging uncertainty. It wasn't that he cared 
about hurting Candy so much, as about getting caught and sent up. His 
excitement was too great to allow him to back out now, however. 

"Can you quit breathing like that?" Warren whispered. "You're getting on my 
nerves. You sound like a fucking obscene phone caller." 

"What do you think you sound like?" Jerry whispered. "Christ, I can even 
hear your heart slamming away." 

Warren's face heated. "When the fuck's she coming down?" 

"She'll be down," Jerry said, never taking his eyes off the lit upper window 
of the two-story house. The cat he held by the flea-collar struggled to 
break free, but he wouldn't let it budge. He stroked its head. "Calm down, 
tiger. You're our ticket." 

"You damn better well know what you're talking about," Warren said. 

"Trust me," Jerry said in a sarcastic tone. 

Warren blew out his breath. They'd been squatting out here in the alley for 
what seemed like hours. Despite the chirping of crickets, the night seemed 
so still that Warren was sure every resident in the block could hear them 
whispering. 

They were using the cat as bait. Candy, Jerry claimed, always stepped 
outside to check on it before she went to bed. When she stepped outside 
tonight, they would nab her. Easy as pie, Jerry claimed. Warren wasn't so 
sure. 

Warren had never known how much he could trust Jerry. They'd been roommates 
for a year, but Warren had never gotten to know the fullback very well. 
Jerry was a loner, and he was moody. Warren never knew how Jerry was going 
to respond to anything he said, so Warren kept his distance most of the 
time. Sometimes Warren thought Jerry was a touch psychotic in his unbridled 
lust for teenaged girls, and especially regarding Candy Miles. 

Candy had become Jerry's obsession over the last few months, ever since 
she'd taken over their neighborhood paper route. Jerry, who had been in the 
habit of working out at the gym nearly all afternoon for as long as Warren 
had known him, had begun cutting his workouts short so he could get home in 
plenty of time to ogle Candy with his binoculars as she delivered her 
papers. And in the evenings, Jerry had taken to watching Candy's house, had 
even followed her when she went out with friends. The situation was getting 
awfully weird, and Warren was on the verge of telling Jerry to go find 
himself another roommate. 

So what the fuck am I doing hiding behind some garbage cans in an alley? 
Warren asked himself now. 

At that moment the back screen door of Candy's house swung open and the 
young vixen stepped out onto the creaking back porch. In the faint light 
that shone down into the back yard from the upper window, Candy stretched 
and yawned, raising her arms and thrusting her naked tits upward. Her hair 
dangled to below her ass as she turned her face up and exposed her smooth 
young neck. She didn't have a stitch on. The golden hair on her pussy mound 
caught a few rays of light and glimmered. 

Warren thought he was going to come in his pants. He was shaking so hard he 
worried he would fall over. At the same time, he had to restrain himself 
from rushing at the girl and sinking his teeth into her tender neck, into 
her tits, into her pussy mound. Now he knew what it felt like to be a 
vampire, a werewolf. 

"Mister Jones!" Candy called. "Pussycat! Time for bed, kitty! Here kitty, 
here kitty!" 

The cat mewed, clawing at the ground in an effort to break away from Jerry. 
Warren's heart pounded so loud, he could hardly hear anything else. 

"Mister Jones, where are you?" Candy went up on her toes, scanned the yard 
from one side to the other. 

The cat yowled. 

"Kitty, what's wrong?" Candy jumped off the porch, her tits wobbling. 

Warren's mouth watered. He'd never seen tits that big on a girl that small. 
He'd never seen any girl look so naked. He almost swore he could smell the 
bitch. The faint aroma of warm cunt floated in the cool evening air. 
Warren's prick and balls were smothering, strangling inside his tight jeans. 

"Kitty? Kitty?" Candy tiptoed slowly across the small back yard, her voice 
apprehensive. She was so close now that Warren could see the large dark 
cherries on her tits. 

The cat hissed at Jerry. 

"Kitty, what's wrong?" Candy hobbled into the alley, the sharp pebbles under 
her bare feet making her wince. 

They were on her before she saw them. Warren and Jerry were all over her, 
crushing her between them, covering her mouth with muscular hands, growling 
warnings into her ears. The nude young girl squirmed against Warren, and he 
was forced to hold her away from himself to avoid spurting off in his pants. 
As they carried the gorgeous young prize to Jerry's late-model Chevy, the 
cat ran off and disappeared into the darkness. 

They took back streets to the gym, Jerry in the front seat driving, Warren 
in the back seat with Candy, keeping her from jumping through the door. 
Warren fought his own desires more than he fought the girl. Candy was 
strangely calm, as if she realized that struggling would do her no good. 
Warren prayed he could control himself until they got to the gym. He could 
stick his prick in her now if he chose, but that would be wasting a 
cum-load. He wanted his first fuck with Candy Miles to be as comfortable and 
perfect as he could make it. 

He held her tightly, keeping his cock away from her body, knowing that a few 
humping motions against her might bring him off. He could smell her hair, 
could smell her delicious cunt. She was sweating slightly, a sweet female 
scent. His hands roved all over her body, concentrating on her tits. He 
pulled her face to his mouth, his left arm around her neck, and slobbered 
kisses all over her cheeks and lips. His tongue slid down her throat, and he 
felt her go limp. She moaned softly. 

"Don't get too friendly with my girl," Jerry growled from the front seat. 

"Watch where you're going," Warren said. 

Jerry hunched forward over the wheel, accelerating. 

Warren slipped a finger up Candy's cunt, thrilled by how hot and juicy her 
cunt was inside. As he fucked his finger in and out of her pussy, she 
shivered in his arms. Her cunt juice ran out all over the car seat. She was 
the hottest bitch Warren had ever finger-fucked. 

Warren and Candy were thrown from side to side as the car squealed around 
corners. 

"Take it easy, for Christsake! You're gonna get the cops after us." 

"You take it easy with my chick," Jerry growled. "You oughta be doing the 
driving, not me." 

Warren slipped his finger out of Candy's cunt and tasted her pussy juice. 
Sweet, slightly tart, like honey. 

He was reminded of the first time he'd ever stuck his finger in a pussy. It 
had happened in the back seat of a car. He was on a double-date with an 
older friend from high school. He was taking Sally Westberg to the movies. 
His friend's date was just about sitting in his friend's lap in the front 
seat. Warren was trying to get Sally to kiss him. When he finally managed to 
force his tongue into her mouth, she let her guard down and he slipped his 
finger up her virgin cunt. Her eyes nearly popped out. Then he tasted her 
pussy juice, sucking it off his finger. Sally's cunt had tasted like Candy's 
did now.... 

He slid down between Caridy's legs and pressed his mouth to her pussy. Her 
smooth thighs closed around his head. He slipped his tongue inside her cunt. 
She dug her fingernails into his scalp, arched up, rubbing her crotch in his 
face. He heard her moan again, felt her hard clit twitch against his 
twisting, thrusting tongue. He sucked, getting a mouthful of sweet hot cunt 
juice. Warren fucked his tongue in as deep as possible, licking out Candy's 
fuckhole. As his tongue pistoned, her fuckhole sucked at it. He tried to 
imagine dipping his cock into this delicious pleasure-hole, but then 
immediately tried to think of something else. He was getting so hot he was 
in danger of blowing his cum-load in his jeans. 

Candy sighed, grunted softly, wiggled her ass on the slippery car seat. She 
jerked on Warren's head, humping her pussy against his mouth. "Eat me," she 
whispered. "Oooh, yes, yes!" 

Warren sucked hard, bit her clit, filed the end of her hard little fuck-nub 
with his tongue. She started to shiver. Her cuntal walls undulated, her 
entire cunthole contracting, sucking. Warren fucked his tongue deep inside 
her pussy, twisting it. Her fuck juices gushed into his mouth. 

"Ooooh!" she moaned, writhing madly. "Oh God!" And her ass jerked, rubbing 
and bouncing all over the car seat as she fucked Warren's sucking mouth. 

Warren's skull vibrated from the shivering spasms that racked Candy's young 
loins. She squeezed his head so tightly between her thighs that it hurt, but 
he didn't care. He couldn't remember when he'd last sucked off a girl as 
excitable as Candy, a girl who appreciated getting her cunt licked the way 
Candy did. He wished he could shove his whole head up inside her spasming 
fuckhole. 

Suddenly Warren felt fingers like the talons of an eagle ripping at his arm. 
"Get outa there, ya dirty bastard! We're here!" 

 CHAPTER SIX 

The old gym at White Mountain State College was located in a remote area of 
the campus surrounded by a small nature preserve. When the new gym had been 
built, the old gym had almost been torn down to provide a larger area for 
the nature preserve. But alumni of the college had started a fund for 
preservation of the old building. Now, all athletic facilities except for a 
basketball court, a men's locker room, and a fully equipped weight room were 
housed in the new gym. 

Jerry, with his fanatical need to pump iron seven days a week, had acquired 
a key to the old gym. The gym was a private, safe place to fuck reluctant 
bitches, especially reluctant teenaged bitches. Over the last few years he'd 
popped more cherries in the old gym than he could remember anymore. Small 
drops of blood from teenager's pussies lay dried, unnoticed, but not 
forgotten on the gray concrete floor of the weight room. Jerry couldn't 
enter the weight room anymore without developing an immediate hard-on. The 
room had acquired the permanent aroma of young cunt for him, and the 
tortured cries of young girls whose cherries he had taken seemed to echo 
permanently in the air. 

* * * 

Candy didn't know where she was. They dragged her out of the car in what 
appeared to be the middle of the woods. In the faint light she could make 
out an enormous building nearby. After the heat of the day, the evening was 
fast turning cooler, and she felt a chill in the damp forest air. 

"Where am I? Where are you taking me?" 

The gorilla crushed her in his arms, biting her neck. "To heaven, angel." 

She squirmed against Jerry's bare chest, felt his hard-on throbbing against 
her through his jeans. His beer breath nauseated her. He smelled almost as 
bad as her father, like a sweaty, drunken ape. He was dressed as he'd been 
that afternoon, in nothing but jeans. His chest and belly were hairy as 
those of an ape. 

"Where am I?" she demanded again. 

"Where you belong," the ape said, mauling her tits, slipping a thick finger 
up her asshole. "With me." 

"For Christsake, Jerry, let's get her inside." 

"Keys are in my right back pocket," Jerry said. 

While Jerry continued to bite her and kiss her, to pinch her tits and ream 
out her ass with his finger, the tall blond guy went to the dark building 
and fumbled with the keys. After some rattling and cursing, he swung a door 
open. "Where's the light switch?" 

"Right where you'd think it would be. To your right. Feel around." Jerry 
dragged Candy toward the door. 

It's a barn, she thought. But the moment Jerry got her inside she knew it 
wasn't any barn, not that it smelled much better than a barn. It stunk of 
old sweat and dirty jockstraps. It was a gym of some kind, and as the lights 
went on, she saw she was right. She found herself standing on a basketball 
court. Bleachers flanked the court on the side opposite to where they stood. 

"Lock the door and turn off the lights once I get her to the stairs," Jerry 
said, gripping Candy by her ass, his finger still buried inside her asshole. 
"Get moving, itchy ass!" 

Candy pranced along ahead of him, her asshole on fire as he goosed her with 
his twisting finger. Some hot juice trickled out of her cunt and dribbled 
down her legs. 

Jerry pushed her into a stairwell, switching on a dim light as they entered 
it. Although the air was hot in the building, the concrete steps felt cool 
under Candy's feet. She got the feeling she was descending into a cave. At 
the bottom of the stairs, several gray doors led off a short hallway. Jerry 
opened one of the doors and shoved her into a dark room. Her first 
impression when the lights when on was that she'd been thrown into a torture 
chamber. 

Monstrous steel frames were bolted to the concrete-block walls. Benches and 
pulleys and racks crowded the room. Huge disks of black steel were set on 
shiny steel bars. It was a fully equipped weightlifting room-a torture 
chamber as far as Candy was concerned. Why would anybody spend time in a 
place like this except to torture themselves? 

"Come on, bitch!" Jerry dragged her to one of the steel racks and began 
tying her wrist with the twine he'd carried looped around his belt. 

"Hey, what are you gonna do?" Candy tried to free her arm. 

He pinched her nipple. "Behave!" he said. 

"Please don't hurt me." 

"Hurt you? Hurt a pretty bitch like you? 

Wouldn't think of it." He yanked the twine so tight on her wrist that her 
hand went numb. "Gimme that other paw." 

Helpless, her legs almost buckling under her, Candy let herself be bound to 
the rack. Her arms were bound high above her head in a wide V. Her legs were 
spread apart and bound at the ankles to the bottom of the steel frame. Her 
body formed an X-shape. It was as if she had been crucified in a standing, 
spread-eagled position. She clenched her eyes, too terrified to open them. 
She felt a trickle of hot pussy juice run down the inside of her right 
thigh. Her vulnerability excited her, ironically. 

"Look at me," Jerry ordered. 

Candy shook her head, sniveling. Why had she allowed them to kidnap her 
without a real struggle? She could remember going weak as the two hot male 
bodies had crushed her between them. But she could also remember the rush of 
excitement in her loins when she'd realized she was going to be raped, and 
that had weakened her too. She was disgusted with herself. 

"You don't open them pretty "blue eyes, angel-face, and I'm gonna peel up 
the lids and glue 'em to your eyebrows with crazy glue." 

She knew it was hopeless to resist. Her only chance of saving herself was to 
comply with whatever this animal demanded. 

He was standing there stark naked, his hard cock pointing right at her. She 
was shocked at how big his prick looked. She'd known his prick was big, from 
the way it had stretched open her cunt that afternoon, from the feel of his 
hard-on throbbing against her through his pants-but now his fucker appeared 
even larger than it had felt to her. And his cock was uncut, just like her 
father's, the foreskin peeled back almost completely off the shiny purple 
cockhead. A tear of fucklube glinted in the open piss slit, like an eye 
gazing at her. 

Jerry flexed his biceps like a posing bodybuilder. His muscles stood out 
like carved stone. He appeared harder and tougher than a granite sculpture. 
It frightened her just to look at him. And the raunchy male smell of his 
body was enough to gag her. 

"Bet you never seen a man like me, did ya, bitch?" Jerry flexed his cock at 
her, grinning like a madman. Fucklube oozed down the underside of his cock 
and over his hairy balls. 

"No," Candy whispered. 

"You're goddamn right you didn't. And I'm all the man you're ever gonna 
need. Ain't that right?" 

Candy grunted, looking away. 

"Look at me, damn it! I asked you a question. Ain't that right, I'm all the 
man you're ever gonna need?" 

Candy refused to answer his question. He was the last man in the world she 
wanted. She hated him worse than the devil. 

"So, ya like to play games, do ya?" Jerry smiled, reaching down and yanking 
the belt out of his jeans. He doubled it up and cracked it. 

"Don't," Candy whimpered. "Oh God, don't!" 

"Say you're mine!" Candy couldn't. 

"Say you belong to Jerry Smith forever. Swear it." 

A ball of anger swelled inside her. "Go to hell, bastard!" 

Jerry's grin melted into a grotesque scowl. 

"I didn't mean it," Candy said. "Please don't hurt me." 

"Cock-sucking bitch!" Jerry raised the belt and cracked it across her 
stomach. 

Candy shuddered as if she were being electrocuted. Before she could get a 
scream out, Jerry thrashed her again, this time across the tits. Candy 
wailed, writhing in agony. She'd never experienced so much acute pain. 

"Ain't you a pretty squirming bitch!" He let the belt fall across her belly, 
across her legs and tits. 

Candy blacked out for a few seconds, her nipples burning as if they'd been 
seared with hot pokers. Her entire body flushed, on fire, smarting, itching, 
tingling. As Jerry cracked her across her tits again, her cunt contracted 
and hot pussy juice dribbled down both her legs. 

"Oh, Jesus Christ!" Jerry was on his hands and knees suddenly, lapping the 
cunt juice off her inner thighs. 

She sagged, gasping, trying to catch her breath. Her tears and snot ran. As 
the pain lessened, she almost laughed with relief. Her skin was throbbing 
with heat. She was crisscrossed with red welts. 

Jerry started to gnaw on her pussy, fiercely sucking the juices out of her 
cunt. His teeth grated her clit, gripped it and stretched it, snapped her 
clit as if it were made of rubber. Candy whined, her cunt contracting 
painfully. 

"Oh God, don't hurt me," she mumbled. "Oh please!" 

Jerry stood up, leering, his lips and chin dewy with her cuntal ooze, a few 
of her ripped-out cunt hairs glued to his upper lip. 

"You're the tastiest, juiciest bitch I ever ate. What a damn fucking horny 
cunt you got there, girl! Bet you can't wait for me to finish what I started 
this afternoon. Well, I'm gonna, except this time you ain't gonna get your 
claws in me, are ya?" 

Candy sagged helplessly in her crucified position, unable to defend herself 
in any way as the gorilla embraced her, scratching her cheeks and tits with 
his bristly beard. He moaned, pawing her all over, using her like a sex-toy 
for his pleasure. He yanked on her hair behind her back, forcing her head 
back, exposing her throat. He gnawed her neck, drooling spit down it and 
over her tits. She felt like a piece of meat, like a total slave. As his 
hard prick throbbed between her legs, she felt a rush of need in her cunt, 
the same need she'd experienced that afternoon when she'd begged him to fuck 
her. It was disgusting. 

His prick fucked inside her cunt, stuffed her pussy with its every throbbing 
inch. She couldn't prevent the moan that escaped her lips. Her crotch 
pulsated with a maddening fuck-itch. She squirmed against the hairy animal, 
wishing she could ride up and down on his fucker. But her restraints 
prevented her from doing even that. 

"We're joined, honey." Jerry's black eyes glinted. He clutched her ass and 
started to thrust. "Oooh, we're fucking now, ain't we, baby? Feel good, 
bitch, feel good?" 

Candy bit her lips. She wouldn't give him the satisfaction of knowing the 
intense pleasure she felt. God, it felt good-that big hard fucker plunging 
in and out of her cunt! She chewed her lip, stifling the groans of pleasure 
she ached to utter. 

Jerry arched his back, channeled all his strength into his loins and drove 
his cock upward into Candy's cunt. Their pubic bones cracked together as he 
thrust, vibrating every bone in Candy's body. His prickhead jabbed the pit 
of her cunt. She'd never been fucked so deep, so hard. She grunted with each 
of his grinding fuck-thrusts, her body recoiling like a trampoline. She 
twisted her head, unable to hold in her groans any longer. 

"Mmn, fuck!" Jerry growled. "Fuck, fuck, fuck!" 

Candy gazed down at his gleaming fuckrod as it pistoned. Her cunt juices 
were bathing his balls. She couldn't understand it. Her cunt had never 
juiced like this. It was as if a spring had been tapped inside her. She had 
always lubricated to an embarrassing degree, but never this profusely. And 
the stuff couldn't be cum. She'd douched just before her bath this evening. 

"Ahhh, hot juicy cunt!" Jerry's expression became grim with concentration. 
His eyes were closed. His tongue flicked along his lips. He clung to hr 
hips, fucking his cock into her cunt again and again and again. 

It was as if she were being hollowed out inside, as if she were a toy being 
tooled in a workshop. She was bound in a frame, her cunt being reamed out by 
a fucking, grinding rod of cockmeat that might as well have been steel. 
She'd been fucked by a lot of men, but never by a man so strong and 
merciless. It was as if he were trying to fuck her to death. 

"Ahhh, what a cunt, what a fuckhole!" Jerry bellowed. "Feels so good, feels 
so good!" 

He appeared delirious, his face flushed the color of his prickhead, his 
nostrils flared and steaming like those of a rutting bull. 

Candy's teeth chattered. Her entire body vibrated, as if a slow electric 
current were moving through her. Her head snapped back and forth. The 
fuck-sensations flowed down her legs and tingled the soles of her feet. 
Fuck-sensations whirled through her loins and belly like swarms of bubbles. 
Her asshole felt wet and tingly. She could swear a few drops of ass juice 
had leaked out of her shithole. 

"Ohhh," she moaned. "Oh God, oooh, fuck, shit!" The words rolled off her 
tongue automatically. She rarely gibbered profanities when she fucked-only 
when she was getting fucked so good it hurt. 

As the gorilla's hot fuckmeat sizzled against her own seething fuckmeat, 
rubbing itchy tingles into her pussy such as she had never felt before, 
Candy thought she was going to lose her mind. The fuck-words ran out of her 
mouth like vomit. 

"Candy!" Jerry bellowed, arching up and nearly ramming his cock out her 
mouth. "Ohhh, Christ!" 

His eyes narrowed to slits, only the whites visible. His prick shuddered 
inside her cunt. As he bellowed again, his cum gushed into her, flooding her 
fuckhole, driving her crazy with excitement. With each grunt, he shot 
another hot round of fuck cream into her pussy. 

The vibrations of the guy's spasming cock passed into her cuntflesh along 
with the heat of his loins. She felt zillions of tiny pleasure-bubbles swirl 
through her loins, each bubble swelling to agonizing tightness, then 
exploding. Streams of pleasure drilled through her legs and spine. Her tits 
throbbed and her nipples burned. 

"Jesus fucking Christ! What the fuck's going on in here?" Warren yelled as 
he barged into the weight room. 

But Candy and Jerry didn't answer him. They went on growling and whining and 
gasping like a pair of mating tigers. Candy's orgasm went on and on, her 
pleasure so intense that by the time her orgasm had begun to subside she was 
glad it was over with. As Jerry's cock slipped out of her cunt, she slumped 
forward, so exhausted she could hardly breathe. 

 CHAPTER SEVEN 

Jerry slumped on the weight bench, his heavy prick dandling off the edge of 
the seat. His spent fucker was as wet as if he'd just dipped it in a honey 
jar. Cum dripped off his cock. He felt so weak he could hardly hold his head 
up. It was as if he'd just run ten 100-yard kickoff returns in a row. He'd 
never felt this drained after a fuck. Christ, that bitch had nearly sucked 
the guts out of him right through his cock. Her cunt was like a fucking 
vacuum cleaner. 

"Oh, baby, you're so hot!" Warren was feeling Candy all over. He'd slid his 
prick up her cunt and was fucking her slowly, as if he was scared to death 
of blowing off his cum-load at any second. 

Candy hung limply, as if only semiconscious. She appeared almost oblivious 
to Warren's fucking. 

Jerry needed a break, needed some fresh air. It was crazy, but he just 
wanted to get out of there for a while, to get his strength back. Warren 
could keep Candy warmed up while he was out. Funny, but Jerry really didn't 
feel jealous right now. He'd just finished blowing the fucking load of his 
life up Candy's cunt, so who cared if somebody else used her for a while? 
That bitch had enough ass for an army of men. 

Jerry staggered over to his pants and slipped them on. He felt dazed, 
euphoric, which was great-except he felt sapped too, as if he'd fallen 
asleep in a hot tub for a few hours. He needed some fresh air, needed to 
cool down. 

"Where are the keys?" 

"Huh?" Warren kept fucking, slowly, carefully, as if afraid of what he was 
doing. 

"Where'd you put the fucking keys? I'm going out for a while. Cool off. 
Maybe take a drive." 

"Out?" Warren sounded drugged. "Christ, what a cunt!" 

Jerry didn't bother to answer the bastard. Warren was out of it, drunk on 
sex. Jerry snatched Warren's pants off the floor and rummaged in the 
pockets, finding the keys immediately. 

"Be back in a little," Jerry said. "Keep her warm, but don't fuck yourself 
to death, for Christsake." 

The night air outside felt refreshing, and Jerry stretched, inhaling deeply. 
After a few minutes, though, he began to feel chilly, so he got into the 
car. He had more keys than he knew what to do with. More than half of them 
were Warren's keys. He separated the two keys rings and was about to shove 
Warren's keys into his pocket when he noticed a piece of masking tape on one 
of the keys with the name Margot printed on it. 

Margot. That was the blonde bitch Warren had been fucking lately, the one 
he'd had over at the house that afternoon, the one who could use a fucking 
lesson in manners. 

Jerry inspected the key closer and read a street address and apartment 
number under the name. So the bitch had trusted Warren with a key. Probably 
so he could sneak in on her in the night and fuck the cockmeat to her while 
she slept. Some of those fucking nymphos got off on stuff like that. 

Jerry started the car, a wicked idea taking form in his head. 

* * * 

Every inch of skin on Warren's body prickled as he fucked his cock in and 
out of Candy's wet, pulsating pussy. He'd fucked a lot of cunts in his 
twenty-two years, had worked his hard prick in and out of a lot of female 
pleasure-holes, but there was something special about Candy's young cunt. It 
was hotter somehow, wetter, more responsive. Her cunt sucked just right, 
nearly bringing him off with every fuck-stroke. It was a perfect cunt. He 
could go on fucking her forever. 

Maybe the pleasure Warren felt had as much to do with Candy's beauty, with 
her voluptuous sexiness, as it did with the responsiveness of her cunt. It 
had been a long time since he'd experienced such lust for a female. He felt 
as excited as a young kid who was fucking his first bitch. It was as if his 
sex drive had been rejuvenated. His eyes nearly popped out of his head from 
the exquisite sensations that saturated his loins with each slow fuck-thrust 
into Candy's cunt. 

"He's gone," Candy mumbled. "Oh, thank God, he's gone. Help me. Untie me. 
Let me go. Please!" She straightened up, her cunt tightening around Warren's 
cock. The pain Warren saw in her blue eyes nearly drew the cum out of him. 

Warren slipped his cock out of her cunt, panting, watching his prick flex 
and quiver dangerously close to orgasm. 

"Please untie me," Candy said, her voice weak. 

But you look so gorgeous tied up like that, Warren thought. Naked. 
Completely at my mercy. He noticed the welts crisscrossing her body. Raised 
welts even throbbed on her smooth young tits. One of her nipples was 
swollen. That bastard, Warren thought-beating a defenseless young girl with 
a belt. He remembered the way Jerry had strapped Margot that afternoon. What 
an inhuman bastard, what a barbarian! As disgusted as Warren felt, though, 
he couldn't stop the prickles of excitement that swept through his loins. 
Why in the hell hadn't Jerry waited for him to find his way down here so he 
could have watched the sadistic scene? 

"You're not like him, I can tell that," Candy said. "You're not mean like 
him. You won't let him hurt me anymore. Please untie me." She strained 
against her bonds. 

Warren realized he was smirking, that he was leering at the helpless young 
nympho. Christ, he was getting as bad as Jerry. He enjoyed seeing the girl 
squirm, enjoyed listening to her plead. She was so young, so vulnerable," so 
naked. He stepped behind her and began to stroke the welts on her shoulders. 

She shivered, gasping. "Don't. That hurts. Oh, don't." 

Warren rubbed his thumbs up and down her welts, watching her squirm, 
listening to her whimper. He licked her raw flesh, tasting saltiness, 
smelling young girl. Teenaged girls had a special scent all their own. He 
gripped his cock, crushing the thrills through it as he slobbered over her 
succulent female flesh, lapping her back all over. 

He knelt on the hard concrete and licked her gorgeous ass, nuzzling up and 
down her warm asscrack. She smelled like flowers. He gnawed up and down her 
tanned legs, thrilled by the silky feel of her skin. When he got down to her 
feet, he couldn't resist chewing on her pink heels. Then he licked her feet 
and chewed on her toes. He couldn't remember when he'd ever enjoyed using a 
girl like this. She was his, totally. He could do whatever he wanted with 
her. He could eat her or fuck her or beat her, kiss her or yank on her 
beautiful hair, could love her or abuse her in any way he wished. 

Maybe Jerry's methods of handling females had some merit. Tie them up and 
use them-that was Jerry's way. 

Warren noticed rust-colored spots on the concrete as he licked Candy's pink 
toes. Spots of old blood, dried blood. He glanced up and saw Candy's spread 
crotch dripping above him. Some cunt juice fell in his eye and made it burn. 
Warren sat back on his heels behind the girl, watching the slow trickle of 
cum and pussy juice down the insides of her thighs. He checked the floor 
again, noticing dozens of blood stains. 

There was no doubt in his mind where the blood and come from-from the popped 
cherries of the young virgins Jerry had dragged in here over the last few 
years. Warren sighed, ready to blow his cum-load just from imagining all 
those young girls losing their cherries. 

"Please help me," Candy whimpered, and Warren glanced up at the gorgeous 
young blonde. Her creamy ass-globes looked good enough to bite off. 

He nuzzled her asscrack from bottom to top, nibbling at the ends of her 
blonde hair, which hung all the way to the top edge of her asscrack. He 
pried apart her asscheeks, his mouth watering at the sight of the pink, 
slightly moist meat between them. Her asspucker resembled a small, 
dew-misted rose. He licked her spread crack, probing her asspucker with his 
tongue. As his tongue slipped inside her asshole, she shivered. 

Warren ate ass rarely, but he knew he wouldn't mind sucking out Candy's 
little shithole every day. Her asshole tasted just as sweet as her cunt had, 
as if she'd douched it with rose water. Her asshole was wet inside, slippery 
and hot. As he fucked his tongue in and out, her ass wiggled and she moaned 
softly. 

"You like to get ass-fucked, don't ya, Candy?" 

Warren stood, stroking the girl's incredibly soft flanks, letting his hands 
rove along the curves of her hips, caressing her ass. He spread her 
asscheeks, rubbing his swollen prick up and down between them. He could 
easily have shot his cum-load against her pink little asscrack. 

Candy trembled, breathing heavily, excitedly. Her asspucker twitched, making 
sucking motions like a set of lips. 

"Want me to fuck your ass, girl?" 

Candy sighed. "Fuck me." 

Shaking, Warren clutched at Candy's pussy, letting his hand fill with the 
jism and cunt cream leaking out of it. He slapped the fuck-slime on Candy's 
asshole, lubricated his hugely swollen cock with it. His prick rippled with 
veins. His cockknob was ready to pop off his prickshaft due to his 
excitement. He'd never known a girl this young to crave ass-fucking. More 
than half the women he knew ran away screaming at the suggestion that they 
bend over for a little ass-fucking. Clutching the girl's hips, he thrust his 
dripping fucker between her asscheeks. 

She gasped as he started forcing his cock into her ass, her body tensing, 
her back arching slightly. It was a reflexive resistance, and it excited 
him. Rotating his ass, he fucked his cock up her shithole, grunting as his 
belly smacked against her beautiful ass. His prick was inside her to the 
hilt, his fucker stretching her asshole hugely. As he began to fuck in and 
out of her, he watched her pink assring being pulled this way and pushed 
that way around his sliding prickshaft. What a delicious hot fuckhole! 

Candy moaned, writhing. Warren loved the way she fought her restraints. She 
just couldn't escape. Whether she felt pain at being whipped or pleasure at 
being fucked, she was helpless to do anything but moan and squirm in her 
standing, spread-eagled position. Warren knew that she was dying to get at 
her pussy, to finger-fuck herself while he reamed out her asshole, but she 
was totally helpless to do so, All she could do was hang there and quiver 
while he took his time and ass-fucked her out of her mind. 

He wrapped his arms around her, running his hands up and down her skinny 
abdomen, juggling her heavy tits, gently scratching her nipples, then 
pinching them, twisting on her tits, making her whine. Her asshole clutched 
his cock frantically. He was so near losing his cum-load that he was forced 
to pull out for a few moments, to cool off his cock. 

When he slipped his fucker back in, he bear-hugged the girl, rubbing his 
belly against her ass, biting her shoulders and neck, burying his face in 
her hair. Her golden hair felt like silk against his chest and abdomen. He 
bit into her neck and drooled down her front, watching with satisfaction as 
his spit trickled over her swollen, bruised nipple. She trembled in his arms 
and he began to fuck her again, pumping his cock in and out, slowly at 
first, then with increasing speed. He couldn't stop now. He was going to 
fuck the shit out of her, was going to blow the guts out of her with the 
explosive strength of his cum-load. 

"Ah, argh, yeah!" He sank his fingers into the girl's hips, fucking his cock 
in her asshole, banging his muscular abdomen against her beautiful ass. He 
fucked harder, feeling the strength build in his loins. "Ohhh, yeah, fuck!" 

His spine snapped back and forth, swinging his pelvis, driving his cock. His 
cock felt enormous, the skin on it so tight he thought it would peel off 
like a banana skin. His prickhead rammed the depths of the girl's ass-guts, 
making her gasp. As his prick skewered her asshole, as his abdomen whacked 
her ripe young ass, luscious thrills streamed through his cock, saturated 
his loins. There was no stopping him now. His heart pounded as he fucked the 
girl's asshole. 

She shook all over, her asshole like a sucking vibrator. She arched back 
against him, twisting her head madly. A low, whine gurgled in her throat. 
Reaching between her legs, he felt fuckjuice running out of her cunt. Her 
cuntlips burned his hand. They quivered as if being electrically shocked. He 
clutched her spasming pussylips, found her clit and rolled it between his 
fingers. She wailed as if she were being murdered. Warren twisted and pulled 
on her clit, fucking her asshole frantically, letting himself go, fucking 
with total abandon. 

Her asshole was like lava inside, a bubbling volcano. His pistoning prick 
squished inside her ass-guts. His hands pawed her stomach and tits, 
spreading her cunt slime across her skin. He thrust his dripping fingers in 
her-mouth, rubbed the warm fuck juice all over her face. When she sucked his 
fingers as if she were starving, his fingers became as sensitive as his 
cock. 

Fuck-sensations streamed through his arms. His nipples tingled as he rubbed 
his chest in her hair. His loins thrust, smacking her naked ass, fucking his 
cock into her ass. Electrified fingers seemed to tickle his balls. They 
crawled, swollen, prickling with energy. An excruciating thrill whirled 
through the core of his cock, and suddenly his entire fucker became a rod of 
raw sensation. His balls contracted, the hot cum surged through his 
pisstube, and he shuddered violently, shooting his cum-load into her 
clutching asshole. 

"Ahhhhhh!" he groaned. "Uhhhhh, awwwwww!" 

He clung to the girl, his ass bucking, his cum gushing into her in hot 
spurting torrents. He shot so much that the cum bubbled out around his 
fucking cock. The juicier her fuckhole got, the more excited he became, and 
his last few spasms were the best. 

Warren pulled his cock out of Candy's ass, staggered over to a bench and 
flopped down on it. The pleasant throbs of post-orgasm were still pulsing in 
his loins as he fell asleep. 

 CHAPTER EIGHT 

Jerry's prick was hard and throbbing again as he parked his Chevy in the 
shadow of a large maple tree which overhung the street in front of the 
Campus West Garden Apartment. It was the street address that Jerry had 
discovered on Warren's key. Jerry jumped a low hedge and kept out of the 
streetlight's glare. 

As he crept through the darkest area of the parking lot toward the two-story 
apartment building, he heard some grunts and moans. Through the open window 
of a parked car, he saw a muscular ass humping between a pair of smooth 
naked legs. The girl's toes clawed the guy's ass, and the car swayed with 
their fucking in the back seat. 

Jerry was tempted to stay and watch, but he had a job to do, and he had to 
do it quickly. He was starting to get anxious over having left Warren alone 
with Candy. The bastard might kidnap her, for Christsake, might haul her off 
somewhere and he'd never seen her again. She was that kind of girl-the kind 
of girl a man would do anything to possess. 

Campus West Garden Apartments were swinging. Jerry could hear the shrieking 
of females, the guffaws of males, and the booming of a half-dozen stereos. 
He hoped Margot wasn't at some fucking party. If she was, he'd wasted time 
and gas. And he'd left Candy alone with that lecher Warren. Jesus Christ! 

The apartment he was looking for was down at the far end of the building, 
the secluded garden side. Luck was with him. He could drag the bitch out of 
the apartment and through the shadows at the edge of the parking lot until 
he got her to the car. He'd be in shadow all the way. His prick throbbed to 
the rhythm of his heartbeat as he inserted the key into the lock. 

The small alcove he found himself in as he quietly shut the door behind him 
was dark. Most of the apartment appeared dark. He heard soft music coming 
from a dimly lit room at the end of the short hallway, and he tiptoed toward 
the sound, his bare feet silent on the plush carpeting. 

A record spun on a turntable in the living room. One lamp glowed. But nobody 
was there. At the other side of the living room a doorway led into another 
short hallway. Jerry stepped into the hallway, heading for the room at the 
end. The room at the end of the hall was more brightly lit, something Jerry 
was thankful for, because it showed off the prize on the bed in all her 
naked glory. Jerry stood there, peering into the room, fascinated by what he 
saw. 

Margot was there all right, lying smack in the middle of her bed, on her 
belly, her legs spread, resting on her elbows as she thumbed through a 
magazine. Her blonde hair hung off to one side of her head and she stroked 
it absently-mindedly. She sighed about every ten seconds, emitting a slight 
squeal after each sigh. Every few seconds she wiggled her naked ass, rubbing 
her belly against the pink satin bedspread. The aroma of her cunt saturated 
the air of the room. 

Jerry stroked his cock through his jeans. He felt mild shock. He'd always 
imagined these nympho bitches did weird things like this when they were 
alone, but until now he'd never had any proof of it. Christ, look at her! 

She was looking through a magazine that displayed naked guys in color. Both 
her asshole and cunt were stuffed with large rubber dildoes, dildoes with 
vibrators inside them which were powered by internal batteries. Her ass 
quivered as the vibrations hummed inside her. 

"Mmmn!" she sighed. "Eeeeh!" She turned a page of her magazine. 

Wonder if Warren has ever seen her like this, Jerry thought. Christ, look at 
this place! 

Panties and negligees and bras were scattered all around the room. Lying on 
the bed with the naked nympho were rubber dildoes of all sizes. One of them, 
a double-headed cock-one head at each end-was as long as Jerry's forearm. 
Hanging on a hanger from the closet door was a White Mountain State 
cheerleader's outfit, maroon with the yellow letter S on the front. 

"Ohhh!" Margot gasped, her ass jerking. "Oh, ohhh, uhhhhh!" 

She breathed heavily, shakily. She pressed her lips to one of the glossy 
photographs in front of her and sucked paper into her mouth. The vibrators 
growled inside her cunt and ass, their hum pulsating rhythmically. The 
protruding ends of the dildoes wiggled as her spasming fuckholes clutched at 
them. 

When her orgasm petered out, the young woman spit the glossy photograph out 
of her outh. She turned the page and sighed, her ass wiggling as the 
vibrators began working her insatiable fuckholes toward another orgasm. 

Jerry felt like hauling his cock out and jacking off. It wasn't every day he 
got to watch a nympho pleasuring herself. Damn, it turned him on! But he had 
more exciting things in mind, things that would turn him on a lot more. 

Without another thought, he charged into the room as if he were exploding 
through the defensive line of the Washington Redskins. The girl didn't even 
have time to scream before he was on her, ramming his fist in her mouth, 
grinding his bone and muscle down on her. She gave up without a struggle. 

He stuffed her mouth with the cunt-soiled panties he found on the floor, 
gagged her with a nylon stocking, bound her wrists and ankles together with 
more nylon stockings. The vibrators continued to hum inside her all the 
while, but they were working their way out of her fuckholes, so he made sure 
they stayed in by fastening a girdle made for the purpose around her loins. 
The girdle, constructed simply of a leather waist-belt and crotch-belt, held 
the dildoes securely in place. It allowed a woman to walk around all day 
with vibrators in her fuckholes, something Jerry was certain Margot was in 
the habit of doing. 

What a collection of sex-toys! Jer gathered them up and stuffed them in a 
laundry bag he found in the closet. He also gathered up all the soiled 
panties he could find, which he would add to his own collection of the 
panties and bras and negligees he'd been flinching from girls and women ever 
since he'd been a young kid. Throwing Margot over his left shoulder like a 
sack of dirty laundry, and hugging the bag of sex-toys and dirty underwear 
in his right arm, he stole out of the apartment as quietly as he'd entered. 

As he skirted the parking lot through the shadows, he decided that if he 
couldn't find a high-paying job after college, he could always become a 
professional burglar. If it was this easy to make off with a living chick, 
making off with jewels ought to be a cinch. 

As he drove back to the gym through dark back streets, Jerry massaged his 
aching prick. He couldn't keep his hands off his cock, but at the same time 
the last thing in the world he wanted to do was waste a cum-load by spurting 
it against the speedometer. The naked bitch curled up next to him on the 
front seat moaned during the entire drive, the vibrators humming in her 
fuckholes. She grunted with more orgasms along the way, and Jerry envied the 
female ability to experience repeated orgasms, seemingly without end. From 
time to time, he reached over and played with the girl's tits, thinking 
about the way he was going to chew on those tits later on. 

Margot's orgasms were coming too quickly. They were becoming almost 
unbearable. Luckily, she had something to gnaw on when they hit, even though 
it was her own dirty panties. 

She was too excited to be scared. She knew her kidnapper was a psycho, but 
her sexual excitement overwhelmed any sense of fear she had. She'd 
fantasized for years about something like this happening-being abducted by a 
sexual psychopath. She was at his mercy totally. He would surely use her in 
the most perverse ways. He would probably chain her up and beat her, only it 
would be a lot worse than when he'd bound her to the bed that afternoon. And 
he'd surely fuck her again-and again and again and again, all night long. It 
was all too exciting. She wished she could get this all on film-herself a 
naked slave, the abused victim of a sexual psychopath. Oh Lord! 

She felt another orgasm coming on and she writhed, groaning, gnawing on hr 
cunt-scented panties. She was still gripped in the pained throes of her 
orgasm when Jerry yanked open her door and dragged her out of the car. 

Margot squirmed on the cold ground, wondering where in the hell she was.... 

Candy saw stars, twisted against her restraints and moaned. The vibrations 
saturated her loins, passed in waves throughout her body. Her nipples itched 
with them. A growling hum came from Margot's two dildoes, which were buried 
inside Candy's body-one up her cunt, the other in her asshole. It was as if 
Candy had two animals inside her, two quivering rats. The machines strained 
with rhythmic pulsations as her cunt and ass contracted around them. Her 
hard clit was pressed tightly against the base of one of the vibrators, and 
it was as if a nail were being hammered into the end of her stiff little 
clit. 

Jerry gazed at her, frigging his big smelly cock, working the thick foreskin 
up and down on the cockknob. 

Without taking his eyes off Candy, he twisted his hand in Margot's blonde 
hair. Margot kneeled at his feet and, when she gasped, he beat her back and 
forth across the face with his club-like cock. Droplets of fucklube flew. He 
smeared fucklube and moisture from his prickhead on the blonde's face. He 
rammed his prick down her throat suddenly and fucked at her face. Margot 
choked and Jerry grinned, licking his lips to show Candy his pleasure. 

Warren came over and started to gnaw on Candy's tits, to bite her nipples. 
Candy whined. Jerry knocked Margot away, kicking her when she hit the 
concrete, gouging her with his toenails. 

"Worthless slut!" Jerry stepped over the whimpering blonde and slapped 
Warren across the shoulder. "Get away from my chick!" 

Warren jerked back, nearly ripping off Candy's nipple in the process. "Lay 
off me, will ya! Don't do that again, hear?" 

Jerry smirked. "I hear ya, man-just as long as you keep off my bitch unless 
I give you the go-ahead to use her. Otherwise I don't hear nothing, man." 

Warren tightened his fists, bit his lips, stared Jerry straight in the eyes. 
For a moment Candy thought the two men were going to spring at each other. 
But then Warren exhaled, letting his tensed shoulders drop, and stepped past 
Jerry without a word. Dropping down over Margot, Warren sat on her face, 
rubbing his ass on her mouth, then his crotch and balls. 

"Well, start licking, ya bitch!" Warren growled. He slapped Margot across 
the face a few times and sat on her mouth again. "Margot, start eating!" 

At that moment Candy realized that she'd just been fooling herself by 
thinking that somehow Warren was better than Jerry, that Warren would 
restrain Jerry if Jerry got too rough. Warren was not only intimidated by 
Jerry, but he was just as sadistic as Jerry. 

"I'm doomed, Candy told herself. I'm their slave, their sexual plaything. 
And I have no chance of escape. 

It was strange, the effect these thoughts had on her. A shiver moved down 
her spine, and suddenly the vibrators inside her started groaning loudly as 
her cunt strangled one vibrator and her asshole the other. The sensations 
reached a zenith in her loins, and a slow, agonizing orgasm began to torture 
her. 

"Awwwwwww!" Her loins shook with slow explosions of intense sensation. 
"Ohhhhhh, God!" Her body shuddered and she twisted her head madly. 

Candy had never experienced ah orgasm with vibrators inside her. The 
pleasure-pain she felt was comparable with what she'd experienced during her 
first fuck as her bleeding pussy had spasmed around the grinding cock that 
had ripped apart her cherry. 

She wailed again, moaned, whined like a tortured animal. 

When her orgasm finally ended, .the vibrators still buzzed inside her ass 
and cunt. 

"Take 'em out," she pleaded. "Please, Jerry." She used her tomentor's name 
for the first time in the hope that it would soften him. "Oh, Jerry, 
please!" She arched toward him, gasping as one of the, vibrators jerked and 
seemed to increase the frequency of its torturing vibrations. "Ohhh, Jerry, 
God!" 

To Candy's disbelief, Jerry began to untie her. As her right arm dropped 
down, twine still hanging from her wrist, she sighed with relief. Shefelt a 
flicker of hope. But then she recalled how her hopes had been dashed 
earlier, when Margot had been brought in. 

Margot's hands had been bound. She was stark naked, with disheveled hair and 
a half-terrified, half-insane expression. Her loins were bound with some 
kind of black leather girdle. And just a few feet behind her, marching her 
into the room like an executioner marching his victim to the guillotine, was 
Jerry. 

It hadn't taken long for Candy to learn what that leather girdle was for, 
because within a few minutes she was wearing it, herself. Jerry unstrapped 
the girdle from Margot, then pulled two large, vibrating rubber cocks out of 
her. As Margot sighed in relief, Jerry, grinning maliciously, worked the 
dripping vibrators into Candy's fuckholes. Candy was thrilled, not only by 
the delicious vibrations that immediately saturated her loins, but because 
the vibrating dildoes were still radiating Margot's body heat and were 
lubricated with Margot's fuck juices. Then Jerry strapped the girdle on 
Candy, one strap going around her hips, the other between her legs, and the 
dildoes were locked securely inside Candy's ass and cunt. The vibrations 
became more violent as Candy's fuckholes began to respond by clutching at 
the relentless machines, and soon the sensations Candy was forced to endure 
had her almost in tears. They were just too intense. 

Jerry grabbed her wrists. "What the fuck ya doing? Keep your mitts away from 
that thing or I'll hang you by your thumbs." He planted his hands on her 
shoulders and drove her to her knees. His prick throbbed inches from her 
nose. 

The scent of the steaming prickhead made her dizzy. She knew she would have 
to suck his cock. As the vibrators caused a series of contractions in her 
loins, she clenched her teeth and squeezed her legs together. The relief of 
being free to squeeze her legs together caused her to moan with gratitude. 

Jerry yanked on Candy's hair, smearing his cock against her face the same 
way he'd done it to Margot. He whacked her with the heavy bludgeon of 
fuckmeat a few times, dazing her. 

"Open up, candy-lips!" 

Reluctantly, Candy allowed her mouth to go slack, wrinkling her nose as the 
guy's smelly fucker slid between her lips. The foreskin peeled back and the 
entire reeking cockknob throbbed in her mouth. She knew that the sooner she 
sucked the cunt-scented secretions off his cockknob the sooner she'd be able 
to breathe again, so she began to work her tongue around and around the head 
of his prick, swallowing the smelly moisture as she licked it off. 

Jerry sighed, letting up slightly on his hair-pulling. "Christ, what a 
mouth!" 

Candy got her tongue under the foreskin and cleaned out the folds. His 
foreskin retracted farther, pulling almost tight on his prickshaft, and he 
put both hands on her head and forced it down. As his prick fucked into her 
face to the balls, Candy gagged, her throat stuffed with more cock than ever 
before. The huge fucker throbbed halfway down her gullet, leaking fucklube 
down her throat. His prick vibrated in her mouth and throat much like the 
artificial cocks were vibrating in her asshole and cunt. As the big fucker 
began to slide, Candy's jaws ached from her mouth being open so wide. This 
was surely the largest cock she'd ever had in her mouth. 

"Ahhh!" Jerry sighed, pulling on her hair, jerking on her ears, sliding his 
cock almost all the way out, then fucking back in. "Ohhh, yeaaahhh!" His 
abdominal muscles flexed as he eased into a humping rhythm, slow at first, 
then increasing in speed. 

Candy choked each time his huge cock stretched her throat. Spit bubbled out 
of her mouth. Jerry's hairy balls flapped against her chin like a large 
bristly pod, their musky male scent flaring her nostrils. Her mouth and head 
began to vibrate and tingle like her cunt and asshole. As Jerry's cock 
fucked down her throat, her loins contracted around the vibrators as if her 
fuckholes rather than her mouth were being fucked. Had Jerry not been 
yanking on her hair, holding her up, she would have slithered to the 
concrete floor like a dropped towel. She'd lost all her strength again, felt 
weak. She only differed from an inanimate object because of the way her 
mouth responded to the man's fucking. She sucked automatically, her tongue 
flicking at the underside of Jerry's big cock, her lips munching. A dizzy 
lust took hold of her and she hungered for the man's rich cum. 

"Mmmm!" she cooed, slurping, sucking, starting to squirm as the vibrators 
whipped her toward orgasm. 

Her eyes crossed and uncrossed, blurring her vision as she watched the thick 
cock fucking in and out of her gaping mouth, as she watched the man's hairy, 
rock-hard abdomen bang against her nose again and again. Automatically, like 
the appendages of a programmed robot, her hands moved up to cradle and 
caress the man's swollen balls. 

Jerry groaned, thrusting harder, twisting her head this way and that as he 
fucked her face. She scratched his balls lightly, teasing them as they 
rolled and twisted slowly. Then she scratched harder, started pinching the 
winkled sac-skin. She encircled each huge ball with one hand and squeezed it 
rhythmically. Jerry moaned louder, his prick flexing and quivering. He was 
close. 

Candy wanted his cum. She was starving for jism. She munched vigorously, 
using her lips, her tongue, her teeth, her throat, sucking his cock with all 
the skill she'd acquired from years of servicing men and boys. 

"Mmmn!" she growled deep in her throat, twisting her head as if she wanted 
to pull Jerry's cock off. "Mmm, mmmn!" Jerry bellowed. "Shit, fuck!" He 
wrapped his arms around her head, grinding his cock in her throat. 

His pubic hairs caught in her front teeth. She tasted his groin. His cock 
swelled so large that it could hardly fuck in her mouth anymore. His 
prickhead seared her throat, pulsating like heart. His prick shuddered 
violently, like an erupting volcano. 

She kept moaning and sucking, her head vibrating with the shuddering of the 
man's cock. The vibrators moaned in her clutching cunt. She shimmied her 
thighs together, excited by the leather strap between her legs. She wanted 
to come with him, had to come with him. 

The cum erupted from his cock, gushing down her throat in hot thick 
torrents. His prick pulsated, sending thrills through her mouth. She loved 
the feeling of a cum-spurting cock between her lips. 

"Ohhhh, fuck!" Jerry groaned, pumping his cum into her mouth. "Mmmn, 
mmmnnn!" 

His balls throbbed in her hands. His jism flooded her throat. Her head 
filled with the taste and scent of the rich male fuck cream. She sucked, 
swallowed, moaned as some of the thick cum leaked out of her mouth and ran 
down her chin. As another round of hot cum spurted against her tonsils, 
Candy squeezed her legs together as hard as she could. Her fuckholes 
contracted so strongly that the vibrators sounded as if they were strangling 
inside her. She groaned loudly, choking on cum and cock as the orgasmic 
feelings whirled up in her loins. Her entire young body shivered, the spasms 
gnawing through her loins and passing in pulsating waves through every inch 
of her. She let go completely, letting her orgasm jerk her body as if she 
were convulsing. 

When Jerry had finished milking out his pleasure, he knocked her away. She 
hit the floor, dazed, cum leaking out of her mouth, the orgasmic waves still 
intense in her pussy. As Candy writhed on the floor, squeezing her legs 
together and clutching at her overstimulated cunt, she caught sight of 
Warren sitting on Margot's tits and beating her face viciously with his 
heavy cock. 

Margot moaned as if she were only partially conscious. She lay passively 
before him, allowing him to bludgeon her face with his cock. The snot leaked 
from her nose. A trickle of blood came from one corner of her mouth. The 
only sign that Margot knew what she was doing, that she was conscious, was 
that her hand worked between her legs, fucking two fingers in her gaping 
cunt. Her mouth was slack, her tongue hanging out, as if she were trying to 
entice Warren to fuck her mouth. He continued to beat her across the face 
with his hard cock. 

At last Warren lifted up, aiming his cock for Margot's mouth, but he paused, 
not shoving his prick in, just holding it there inches from Margot's waiting 
lips. She groaned, finger-fucking herself furiously. 

"So you want it, do ya?" Warren said. "Well, take it then." Suddenly a 
stream of piss shot out of his cock and splashed all over Margot's face. 

She cried out, wincing as the warm piss burned her eyes, and she started to 
twist as if trying to break free. Warren kept her shoulders pinned down with 
his knees, however, and he rammed his pissing cock into her mouth, fucking 
it down her throat. She choked, gurgled. Piss bubbled from her mouth. 

-"Drink it!" Warren yelled, fucking forward and grinding his groin at her 
nose, sinking every inch of his piss-spurting cock into her mouth. 

Her throat undulated. She gagged repeatedly as she swallowed Warren's piss. 
Warren started to fuck Margot's throat while he was still pissing. Taking a 
hands-and-knees position over her face, he increased his thrusting until he 
was fucking her throat violently, as if he wanted to choke her to death. 
Margot kicked, struggling under the lust-maddened stud. Blood continued to 
trickle from her cut lip and she couldn't stop choking on his foaming piss. 

Candy sat up, tense, not knowing what to do. Warren was murdering Margot. 
She really ought to do something, to help Margot in some way. Warren's 
face-fucking was brutal. Margot's head slid jerkingly along the concrete. If 
Margot had a tooth left in her head when Warren got through with her, Candy 
no would be surprised. He was fucking the shit out of Margot's face. 

Candy was about to throw herself at Warren when she noticed something 
strange. Margot had shoved her fingers back in her cunt and was jerking 
herself off with frantic fuck-thrusts of her fingers. Margot thrust her 
crotch at her jerking hand, and her fingers were squishing in her cunt. 

Warren's head snapped back. His flanks shuddered. He cried out, exploding 
his hot cum down Margot's throat. His ass jerked with each violent spasm. 
Within seconds, thick white jism oozed out of Margot's mouth, coating her 
lips and his sliding prickshaft. 

"Eat it, bitch!" Warren groaned. "Goddamn, eat it!" His body quivered, 
jerked as he pumped more cum down Margot's throat. 

Then Margot came, her ass literally bouncing on the concrete, her toenails 
clawing it. Her hand twisted between her legs and she whined despite her 
choking and gurgling. As Warren's cum slid down her throat, Margot I 
finger-fucked herself to pained ecstasy. 

Candy was fascinated by Margot's expression of pleasure, and she felt her 
own excitement building again fast. She might have experienced another quick 
orgasm had Jerry not suddenly decided to yank the vibrators out of her ass 
and pussy. 

 CHAPTER NINE 

Candy and Margot sat side by side on the red-vinyl seat of the 
weight-lifting bench. Warren leaned up against the wall, watching them with 
a dazed expression. Jerry stood in front of them, the two slimy dildo 
vibrators that had been up Candy's fuckholes dangling from the fingers of 
his two hands. He gripped the dildoes at the base, as if he didn't want to 
touch the cunt slime that dripped from them. The vibrators had been turned 
off. 

"One sucker for you, and one for you," Jerry said, handing each of the girls 
a dildo. "Clean 'em up." 

"Yuk, gross!" Margot said studying the wet rubber cock, but she started to 
lick it and within seconds had stuffed it in her mouth and was sucking the 
fuck-juices off it. 

Candy followed Margot's example, wrinkling her nose slightly as she sampled 
her own cunt cream, but after a few seconds really not minding the taste. It 
was her own cuntal ooze, after all, flavored with cum. She'd tasted the 
stuff before. 

"Look at 'em," Jerry said, turning toward Warren. "Christ!" 

"Shit," Warren said, lazily stroking his cock. 

Jerry reached into a laundry bag that lay nearby and pulled out a few pairs 
of panties. He sniffed them. "Phew!" He threw them to Warren. "Take a whiff 
of these. They'll clear your sinuses." 

Warren pressed the panties to his nose. "Fuck." He jacked on his swelling 
cock more vigorously and tossed the panties back to Jerry. 

Jerry snatched the dildo away from Candy. "You've had enough of that, bitch. 
Sample these." He shoved the panties under Candy's nose. 

Candy held her breath. The panties reeked of cunt. 

"Suck on 'em," Jerry said, stuffing the yellow-stained crotches of the 
panties into candy's mouth. 

Candy got dizzy as she tried to hold her breath. The panties tasted bitter 
and salty. 

Jerry rummaged in the laundry sack again like a naked macho Santa Claus 
looking for the right toy to present to the two girls. He smirked as he 
withdrew a colossal dildo, holding it up as if he wanted them to admire it. 

Candy's mouth dropped open and the panties fell out. She'd never seen 
anything like what Jerry was holding. It was a solid-rubber cock, about two 
feet long, with a cockhead at each end. 

He suddenly slammed Margot over the head with it. 

Margot wobbled. "Damn you!" 

"Shut up or I'll give ya another one," Jerry said. "Both of ya, get up on 
your hands and knees on the bench." As the girls moved, Jerry banged Candy's 
ass with the huge dildo. "Turn around the other way, dummy. I want you two 
ass to ass." 

It wasn't hard to figure out what Jerry had in mind. A double-headed dildo 
was designed for a double-fuck. As the two women took their positions on the 
bench, their bare asses touched. 

Jerry slapped Candy's ass. 

"Turn it up!" He fucked the dildo up Candy's cunt, driving it in a foot. 
Then he inserted the other end of the dildo in Margot's cunt and made the 
two girls' asses touch again. The dildo was completely buried inside them. 
"Well, move, for Christsake!" 

As the two girls pulled their asses apart, then pushed them toether again, 
the dildo they shared worked in their pussies, fucking in and out of them 
twisting slightly. Their cunts clutched the dildo, released it, clutched it 
again. Within a short time the entire rubber cock was slick with their pussy 
juices, and Candy felt hot juice driping off her cunt slabs. The two girls 
began to wiggle their asses as the excitement increased in their loins. They 
plastered their dildo-stuffed pussies together, rubbing their hairy wet 
fuckmeat toward a shared pleasure. 

Candy's tits swayed heavily under her as she jerked her ass back and forth. 
As the two women fucked faster, their asses met with jolts. Candy's tits 
flapped. She grunted like an animal. 

Candy was aware of the two men watching her, and she felt somewhat 
self-conscious. Strangely, though, her self-consciousness increased rather 
than dampened her excitement. She felt utterly naked under the scrutiny of 
the men. The more self-conscious she felt, the more excited she became. 

"Ya wanna come?" Jerry asked, stroking Candy's tits with his toes. "Do ya, 
huh?" 

"Mmn," Candy said, shaking her head, wiggling her ass faster. 

"Thought so," Jerry said. He reached between their asses and yanked up on 
the dildo until it had popped out of both their cunts. 

Both girls groaned. 

"Dirty sluts." Jerry spread Candy's asscheeks and rammed the cunt-greased 
dildo against her asspucker. She was slippery inside with Warren's jism, so 
the dildo slipped up her shitter easily. Jerry twisted the dildo several 
turns inside Candy before shoving the other end of it up Margot's ass. 
"Move!" 

The two women levered back and forth on their hands and knees, fucking their 
assholes back and forth on the dildo. Candy gasped as the dildo slid deeper 
inside her, penetrating her ass a foot as her ass kissed Margot's. The two 
women resumed rocking back and forth, fucking the dildo back and forth in 
their clutching assholes. Within a few minutes Candy was ready to spasm 
again. 

Jerry grabbed the middle of the dildo and ripped it out of their assholes. 
He had an uncanny ability to sense Candy's impending orgasms. 

"For Christsake!" Margot snapped. "Let us come, Damn it!" 

Jerry whopped her across the back with the dildo. It sounded as if she'd 
been hit with a wet fish. "Clam it up, slimehole! You don't learn some 
respect, I'm gonna ram this thing down your throat." He grabbed her hair. 
"Lay down!" 

Candy got off the bench to make way as Jerry forced Margot to lie along its 
length. Margot's tits rose and fell. She appeared ready to spring at Jerry 
and go for his eyes. He slammed her stomach with the dildo. She gasped. 

"Respect thy master, slave!" Jerry said. "That's in the Bible." He chuckled 
sardonically, turning to Candy. "Sit on her face, bitch. She's gonna suck 
out your fuckholes." 

Candy straddled the bench, and Margot glared up at her as she lowered her 
crotch to Margot's mouth. Candy didn't like Margot's expression-as if Margot 
were blaming Candy for all this, as if Margot were angry. Candy was just as 
much a slave as was Margot. Didn't Margot understand that? As Candy settled 
down on Margot's face, she felt her full weight down on the bitch. If Margot 
was going to glare at her like that, then Margot was going to get something 
to glare about. 

"Fuck her" face," Jerry said. "Rub the slime" all over it." 

Candy experienced a wicked thrill as she ground her jism-dripping cunt into 
Margot's mouth. Margot squirmed, struggled as if she were being smothered. 
Candy bore down harder, forcing her cunt slabs into the blonde's mouth. She 
contracted her cunt muscles, ejecting Jerry's jism, forcing Margot to 
swallow it. Margot's gurgling and choking thrilled her. For the first time, 
Candy was getting a taste of being a mistress, and she was enjoying it. 

"Lick her out," Jerry ordered, squatting at the head of the bench and 
yanking Margot's hair. He watched closely as Candy fucked Margot's mouth. 

Candy couldn't withhold a gasp as Margot's tongue snaked into her pussy. She 
rubbed her crotch madly into Margot's mouth. Margot's tongue slithered 
deeper into her cunt. Candy started to hump. 

"Now her asshole," Jerry said just as Candy felt the beginning pulsations of 
an orgasm. 

And Candy was forced to shift until her ass-pucker was plastered against 
Margot's lips. As Margot's tongue slipped up Candy's asshole, Candy squeezed 
with her loin muscles, pumping Warren's ass-flavored cum into Margot's 
mouth. Margot choked again. 

"Shove your cunt in her mouth again," Jerry said. And when Candy had done it 
he said: "Now piss." 

Candy looked at him, not sure she'd heard him right. 

"You heard me-piss!" 

Candy had no trouble releasing her piss-load. After all that fucking, her 
bladder was swollen full. As the piss gushed out of her, it flooded Margot's 
mouth and bubbled out, running down Margot's cheeks and Candy's legs. 

"Drink it, damn you! Jerry bellowed, ripping at Margot's hair. "Swallow that 
piss unless you wanna be bald!" 

Margot glugged down the piss as if she were chugging beer. Candy settled 
down on Margot's face, pushing her exposed cuntmeat into Candy's mouth, 
pissing freely. 

Jerry knocked Candy aside, rolled Margot off the bench. Margot lay in the 
piss-puddle on the floor, panting. 

"Want some action?" Jerry said to Warren. "Then get over here." 

Warren never stopped beating his cock as he staggered over and took his 
place on the bench as Jerry directed. Warren lay face up, only letting go of 
his cock when Jerry forced Candy to lie on top of him belly to belly. He 
fucked his cock into Candy's cunt. Jerry climbed on Candy's back and fucked 
his cock up her asshole. Both men groaned, fucking Candy simultaneously. 
Candy's loins were stuffed. Her pelvis felt as if it would break apart from 
the pressure. 

"Get over here, bitch," Jerry ordered Margot. "Candy owes you a blow-job." 

"With pleasure," Margot said. Standing at the end of the bench and bending 
over, she backed her crotch against Candy's mouth. "Eat it, bitch." 

Candy was forced to eat Margot's slime-plastered pussy. Cuidy had done a lot 
of kinky things in her life, but never this particular one-eating cunt and 
ass while being simultaneously ass-fucked and cunt-fucked. 

She was trapped between the sweaty, humping bodies of two men, and Margot's 
steaming pussy rubbed all over her face, and she couldn't do anything but 
lick and suck. Margot's cunt slabs resembled hot raw liver, and they tasted 
about the same. Candy eased her tongue up Margot's fuckhole and received a 
squirt of pussy juice, which gagged her at first because she thought it was 
piss. 

"Slimy bitch!" Warren growled as Candy's pussy juice dripped onto his face. 
"Christ, it's raining under here. Acid rain." 

"Shut up and screw," Jerry said, breathing heavily as he fucked rhythmically 
into Candy's asshole. "Grind out that pussy while I ream out this asshole. I 
wanna feel your prick sliding against mine inside her guts." 

Candy squirmed between the two men, unable to stifle her moans. Two enormous 
hot cocks twisted and throbbed in her loins, and the stimulation drove her 
crazy. Her fuckmeat swelled, engorged with hot blood and tightening with 
fuck-tension. Itchy thrills streamed down her legs, tingled her toes. 
Trapped as she was between the two men, she could hardly wiggle her ass, 
which increased the torturous feelings. Growling with frustration and fucked 
silly, she gnawed on Margot's cunt slabs with a vengeance, almost drawing 
blood from the salty, rubbery cuntmeat. 

"Ohh, Goddd!" Margot moaned. "Eat me! Oh, yesss!" She reached back and 
spread her cuntlips and asscheeks, digging her painted fingernails into her 
own flesh, exposing even more of her steaming cuntmeat and ass. 

Candy's tongue sank deeper inside the woman. Her nose pressed against 
Margot's twitching asspucker. She smelled Margot's musky asshole, tasted 
Margot's tart fuck juices. 

Margot wiggled her ass, rubbing her ass in Candy's face. "Eat me, you bitch, 
eat me, eat me, eat me!" 

Candy couldn't help herself. She knew it was disgusting, but she couldn't 
help slipping her tongue out of Margot's cunt and slipping it inside her 
tight asshole. She fucked her tongue in deep, licking out the musky folds of 
Margot's shithole. She couldn't understand her need to do this, to perform 
this disgusting act. It was as if the two cocks fucking in and out of her 
loins had driven her out of her mind. 

"Mmmn!" Candy moaned, licking and sucking and tongue-fucking Margot's 
asshole. 

Jerry crushed Candy, humping viciously, fucking his rock-hard cock inside 
her ass. He drooled on her shoulder, ripped at her hair with his teeth, 
gnawed on her ear, thrust his dripping tongue in her ear. 

"Eeeeeeeeh!" Candy squealed, her entire body prickling with goose bumps, her 
hot nipples swelling and hardening. She rubbed her naked tits madly against 
Warren, sucked and chewed Margot's asshole and pussy, rubbed her ass against 
Jerry's hairy belly. Jerry was like a stallion on top of her, like a rutting 
beast. It excited Candy to think of Jerry as an animal, to think of herself 
and of Warren and Margot as animals. 

They were animals, after all, weren't they? Grunting, snorting, sex-crazed 
animals. 

"Fuck you!" Jerry snarled, his abdomen smacking Candy's ass, his prick 
fucking in her asshole like a plunger in a toilet. "Ahhh, fuck!" 

"Yeahhhhg!" Warren moaned, humping upward, his fucking cock squishing in her 
cunt. 

I'm a sewer, Candy told herself, a sewer for men to empty their fuck slime 
into. I'm a pleasure-doll for men to use, with a couple of fuckholes for 
them to exercise their pricks in. I'm an animal, a beast-and I enjoy it. 
God, do I enjoy it! 

She mashed her face against Margot's crotch, wanting to screw her head up 
Margot's cunt. Margot gasped, her ass shuddering. 

"Ohhhh,. I'm coming!" Margot groaned. "Eat me!" The hot juices ran out of 
Margot's spasming cunt. 

Candy sucked, slurped, devouring Margot's salty pussy cream. Her head began 
to spin, the female fuck juice having an effect on her like a strong wine. 
Margot's pussy slabs shivered against Candy's mouth, Margot's entire pussy 
pulsating. 

"Ohhh yessss!" Margot groaned. "Suck it!" 

A wave of excitement swept through Candy and her loins tightened around the 
two fucking cocks. She felt Warren arch up under her, felt his entire body 
become hard and tight, felt his prick swell and flex inside her. As his hot 
jism surged into her cunt, Candy sensed the beginnings of an orgasm in the 
pit of her loins. At that moment Jerry crashed down on top of her, pouring 
his seething cum-load up her asshole. Candy's orgasm, exploded. 

Candy and the two men whined like mating cats. A chrous of grunts and moans 
and gasps echoed off the concrete walls of the weight room. Their mingled 
sweat dripped off the creaking bench upon which they performed. Fuck cream 
leaked out of Candy's well-fucked holes, squeezed out around the sliding 
cocks by the contractions of her thrill-saturated loins. As two cocks 
simultaneously spurted jism up Candy's fuckholes, Margot's cunt shivered 
with a last flurry of spasms and squirted cunt juice into Candy's mouth. 
Candy shook with such intense pleasure that she knew she was going to pass 
out. She fought for consciousness until she could hang on no longer, then 
she melted into blissful darkness. The last sound she heard before losing 
consciousness was Jerry grunting like an animal. 

 CHAPTER TEN 

When Candy woke up it was raining. A hot, pouring summer rain. She 
stretched, letting the hot liquid shower her. When she opened her eyes she 
flinched, but she couldn't roll away from the streams of male piss that 
splashed all over her naked body. They'd bound her again, had stretched her 
on the floor between two racks, her ankles tied to one rack, her 
wrists-pulled high above her head-secured to the other rack. The cold 
concrete grated against her spine as she twisted. Jerry and Warren stood 
over her, waving their floppy cocks from side to side, their warm golden 
streams of piss splatting on her. 

"Open up!" Jerry ordered, gouging Candy's lips with his toenail, and as her 
lips parted his stinking piss poured between them. "Wider, bitch." 

Her mouth gaped. Both men pissed into it, filling her mouth with foaming, 
overflowing piss. 

"Swallow it, damn it!" Jerry dug his toenail into her cheek. 

As she swallowed piss, choking, Candy heard Margot laughing. 

Jerry gouged her again. "I said, swallow it!" 

Tears ran from Candy's eyes as the hot piss ran down her throat. The taste 
was absolutely rotten, and the fumes were like tear gas. She couldn't 
remember when she'd ever felt more degraded. 

Piss splashed in her eyes and seared them. Piss washed all over her face. 
The hot stinking fluid showered her tits. She was taking a bath in male 
piss. It was disgusting. 

"Drink it, bitch!" Margot growled. 

Candy strained against her bonds, her hatred for Margot limitless. If she 
could break free, she would rip the bitch apart with her bare hands. 

The men stepped aside, piss dripping from the tips of their heavy-hanging 
cocks. Jerry grabbed one of Margot's tits and dragged her over Candy. 

"Squat," he ordered. 

Margot hunkered down over Candy's face. 

As Margot's spread crotch came toward her, Candy knew what she was in for. 
She watched helplessly as Margot's piss slit opened. She whimpered as the 
hot female piss gushed into her mouth and drenched her face. Margot pressed 
her gaping cunt to Candy's lips, rubbing her crotch back and forth, pissing 
constantly. 

"How's it taste, bitch?" Margot taunted. "How's it feel to be on the 
receiving end?" 

Candy's anger surged up. She sank her teeth into Margot's pissing cunt, 
ripping at her cunt. 

Margot shot straight up in the air, the piss running down her legs. "Goddamn 
you!" she screeched. 

Jerry cuffed Margot alongside the head. "Cool it, ya fucking slut!" 

Margot tore at him with her fingernails. 

He slammed her alongside the head again and she went down. 

He kicked her in the ass, reamed out her cunt from behind with his big toe. 
"Lick it up, slut! Lick up the piss!" 

Whimpering, muttering, her blonde hair dragging in the piss puddle on the 
floor, Margot lapped at the piss like a bitch dog in a back alley. Jerry 
continued to twist his toe in her cunt. By the time she had cleaned up most 
of the piss, she was wiggling her ass and moaning. 

Candy had never seen anything more disgusting. As degraded as Margot was, 
she was responding to her mistreatment with excitement. Just like me, Candy 
thought, helpless the second anything rubs her pussy. She wondered whether 
all women were that way-helpless creatures ruled by the itch between their 
legs. 

Margot continued licking up the piss, licked it off Candy's tits and face, 
off Candy's lips. All the while, Jerry toe-fucked her, making her squirm. 
She sank her tongue down Candy's throat, and suddenly her eyes rolled back 
and she trembled, letting out a long pained moan. 

"Jesus Christ!" Jerry said, twisting his toe in Margot's spasming cunt. 
"She's gonna suck my fucking toe off, for Christsake!" 

Margot lay on the wet concrete, groaning, twitching, drooling spit into 
Candy's mouth. As much as she despised Margot, Candy felt twinges of 
excitement from having Margot's tongue in her throat. The thrill shot from 
her mouth to her cunt, and she squeezed her legs together. 

I'm as disgusting as she is, Candy thought. 

Dragging Margot aside by the hair, the two men assaulted Candy. Warren sat 
on Candy's face and made her eat out his asshole. As sooon as she got her 
tongue inside his ass, he farted. She nearly passed out from the fumes. He 
wiggled his ass and made her tongue-fuck him good. Then she had to lick his 
huge sweaty balls. He stuffed his swollen cock in her mouth and made her 
lick it and suck it. Candy used her tongue on the underside of his 
prickhead, hoping to tease the cum out of him, but the moment his prick 
started to shake, he withdrew it and clubbed her back and forth across the 
face with his wet cock. 

Candy groaned, her mouth saturated with tingles from her cock-sucking, her 
senses filled with the scent of cock and balls and males sweat. She hungered 
for Warren's cum, and even as he beat her with his prick, her juicy cunt 
pulsated. Pussy juice and jism began to pool under her ass and the concrete 
became slick with cunt juice. 

"My turn," Jerry said, shoving Warren aside. 

As Jerry sat on Candy's face, rubbing his hot balls and crotch all over it, 
Warren untied one of her ankles so he could spread her legs. He grabbed 
Margot by the hair and threw her down at Candy's feet. 

"Suck her toes," he ordered. 

"Warren," Margot said, "I'd rather not. She's such a bitch." 

"Shut up and suck!" Warren snapped. 

"Yes, master," Margot said sarcastically. 

Warren rammed his fucker up Candy's pussy, cracking their pelvic bones 
together. If one of Candy's legs hadn't still been bound to the rack, she 
would have slid inches along the grating concrete. As Warren fucked, 
plunging his cock in and out of her jism-greased fuck-hole, Candy was glad 
for the slick lubrication under her ass. Without it, the concrete would have 
torn the skin off her tailbone. 

"Ahhh, hot juicy bitch!" Warren growled, fucking relentlessly. 

Candy felt the fuck-sensations stream down her legs and tingle her toes, 
some of which now squirmed in Margot's hot wet mouth. Margot's tongue 
slipped between them, and Candy thought she'd lose her mind from the 
stimulation. It was as if her toes had become clits. They squirmed between 
Margot's lips while her real clit squirmed against Warren's viciously 
fucking cock. 

Jerry planted his hairy ass over Candy's mouth. Her nose was scoured by his 
kinky ass hairs and crushed by the weight of the man. Why did enormous 
gorillas like Jerry delight in manhandling slender, petite, tender young 
girls like herself? Angry, she rammed her tongue up his asshole. 

"Yeahhh!" Jerry sighed. "Yeahh, yeahh!" He sat on her face more heavily, 
forcing his hairy asspucker into her mouth. "Suck, lick!" 

Her tongue pistoned in Jerry's ass. Her eyes turned back into her skull from 
the jerking of Warren's granite-hard cock inside her pussy. The intense 
stimulation caused by Warren's fucking and by Margot's toe-sucking forced 
Candy to gnaw on Jerry's asspucker as if it were a piece of tough hairy 
steak. 

"Eat that ass!" Jerry growled. "Oh, fuck!" 

Candy felt the big toe of her left foot sink into something much hotter and 
wetter and softer than Margot's mouth, and when she felt hair against her 
mother toes she knew for sure that Margot was fucking herself on it. 
Margot's cunt sucked as well as her mouth had. Margot caressed and teased 
Candy's sensitive foot, cradling it as she used it to masturbate herself. 
Candy's entire left leg prickled. It was as if the pleasure Margot felt in 
her cunt were draining into Candy's fucked toe and passing through her foot 
and leg. The thrills reached Candy's cunt, which was clutching madly around 
Warren's fucking cock. 

"Baby, baby!" Warren muttered, fucking harder, grinding his groin against 
Candy's groin, drilling his cock deep inside her pleasure-swollen fuckhole. 
"Ahh, bitch!" 

Candy arched up to meet his fuck-thrusts, the pleasure building in her 
pussyhole. The deeper his cock drilled her, the deeper she wanted to be 
fucked. The jism he'd shot into her cunt earlier, along with Jerry's jism, 
oozed out around his plunging cock and continued to lubricate the floor 
under her ass. She rubbed her ass madly in the fuck slime, thrust her pussy 
up to be reamed by Warren's pumping fuck-monster. 

Her mouth was filled with Jerry's hairy ball sac. She chewed on the wrinkly, 
musky-smelling flesh, sucked on it, tongued his balls. Jerry let her lick 
all around his balls, then tried to force both balls into her mouth. His 
balls were so big that she could hardly get one between her lips, let alone 
two. He slid back and started whopping her all over the face with his slimy 
prick. She winced with each blow of the heavy fuck-hose, then choked as he 
suddenly rammed the hard slab of cockmeat down her throat. 

He grinned down at her, his prick stretching her jaws to near dislocation, 
his eyes flashing demonically. His grizzled beard and tangled black hair 
made him look more wild than ever. Candy shuddered. His chiseled abdominal 
muscles undulated as he started to work his fucker in and out of her mouth. 

His prick drooled fucklube down her throat. His foreskin had fully retracted 
and his prick-head was swollen to the size of a fist. His fuck-meat tasted 
salty, and the heat of it filled her head. Each time his cock fucked into 
her throat, she feared she would suffocate. 

"Eat that prick, suck that prick!" Jerry mumbled, his dark eyes following 
the movements of his vein-rippling cock in and out of her mouth. "Throat it, 
deep-throat it!" he fucked his cock in to the balls, grinding his hairy 
groin against Candy's nose. 

Candy's head swelled with tension. She knew she was going to strangle. She 
felt fucklube leaking down her gullet. As Jerry eased his cock back, the air 
rushed into her lungs and she relaxed. She couldn't rest for more than a few 
seconds, though, because both Jerry and Warren were fucking their cocks in 
again. Their fuck-rhythm synchronized, and suddenly Candy found a cock 
fucking down her throat each time she felt one fucking into her cunt. Her 
body tensed as the men thrust, relaxed as they withdrew. As the fuck-tension 
increased mercilessly throughout her body, she moaned with tortured 
pleasure, sucking fiercely with both her mouth and cunt. She dug viciously 
into Margot's cunt with her toe and Margot gasped, overcome by spasms. 

"Ooooh, wowww!" Margot sighed, jerking on Candy's foot, plunging Candy's big 
toe in and out of her madly sucking cunt. "Yeah, oh yeah!" Her pussy juice 
dribbled over Candy's toes like hot water. Her pulsing cuntmeat sent 
electrical thrills up the core of Candy's leg. 

Warren fucked wildly, suddenly thrusting twice as fast as Jerry. His prick 
swelled inside Candy's cunt, harder than steel. As he cracked his pelvic 
bones against Candy's in a last frantic fuck-thrust, he grunted loudly, 
exploding his cum up her cunt. 

"Ahhh, ohhhh, fuck!" Warren's cock flexed inside her pussy, spurting its 
jism, saturating her cuntmeat with prickly thrills. 

Her cunt tightened, clutching Warren's squirming, jism-greased cock. As 
Warren's cock fucked pleasure into her cunt, Margot's pussy fucked pleasure 
up her leg. Candy's body went rigid with tension. During the few endless 
seconds that she hovered on the pained threshold of ecstasy, Jerry's cock 
swelled enormously in her mouth, its veins seeming to writhe like bloated 
snakes. His prickhead throbbed like a slippery heart in her throat. As his 
cock contracted, sending a flood of thick fuck cream down her throat, the 
balloon of fuck-tension burst in her loins and suddenly she was writhing and 
shivering and moaning with pained ecstasy. Jerry groaned with her. 

Candy sucked Jerry's pulsating cock, swallowing spurt after spurt of hot 
cum, moaning as she waves of pleasure throbbed endlessly in her naked, 
bound, fucked body. Warren's big cock squished in her jism-filled pussyhole 
as he fucked on, even after his orgasm had abated. Margot lifted Candy's 
fucked toe to her lips and sucked the pussy-slime off it. Jerry's cock 
throbbed in Candy's throat, oozing a last few drops of cum. Candy sucked, 
contracted her pussy, and moaned with delicious pleasure. It felt so good, 
so satisfying-to be so totally used. 

 CHAPTER ELEVEN 

Margot strained so hard to break free that the pressure in her head created 
an instant throbbing headache. This time Warren was going too far. He was 
becoming worse than that nerd Jerry, wherever that bastard had run off to. 
Good riddance to Jerry, that was all she could say. And if Warren didn't 
tone down all this kinkiness and sadism, then it would be good riddance to 
him, too. 

Warren shook his head, grinning wickedly, the way Jerry used to grin. He was 
naked, and his hard prick throbbed. He picked up her pack of cigarettes and 
tapped one out. "You burned a hole in my carpet, ya dizzy bitch. You 
shouldn't have done that. No sir, ya shouldn't have done that. Should have 
been more careful." 

Margot glared at him, jerking at her restraints, causing the twine to cut 
deeper into her wrists and ankles. You're crazy, she would have shouted-had 
her mouth not been stuffed with a sweaty jockstrap, which was held in place 
by a savagely tight gag around her head. I'll pay for the fucking moth-eaten 
carpet, for Christsake. Cut me loose, I've had enough of this bullshit. Damn 
it, cut me loose! But she could only utter muffled groans into her gag. 

Warren put the cigarette in his mouth and lit it, choking after one drag. He 
pounded his chest, coughing. "Jesus Christ, how can you suck on these 
things? You oughta give 'em up before your lungs rot out." 

Shove it up your ass, Margot thought, starting to crave a smoke. She twisted 
some more against her restraints, but knew she could fight against them for 
the next hundred years without gaining headway. She was spread-eagled faceup 
on the bed, her arms and legs stretched out painfully tight and bound to the 
four posts. Two pillows under her ass raised her loins. Her cuntlips were 
parted, the wind that fluttered the curtains of the bedroom window swirling 
between her legs and tingling her naked wet pussy. 

Warren climbed onto the bed, kneeling between her legs, the smoking 
cigarette held between his thumb and fingers. "You gotta be taught to be 
more careful around this place, bitch. One of these days you're gonna burn 
the fucking place down." 

His prick throbbed, fucklube dripping from it. Margot watched his cock, her 
eyes hypnotically drawn to it, then she saw the cigarette again. 

No, he wouldn't do that, she thought. He wouldn't dare. 

Smirking, he leaned close to her crotch, pushing the lit end of the 
cigarette toward her pussy. 

Margot strained so hard she was sure she was sweating blood. The blue 
cigarette smoke snaked sinuously between her legs. She tried to cry out, but 
all that she managed to get out was a muffled grunt, a pathetic whimper. 

Warren forced her rubbery cuntlips farther apart. "Christ, how sexy!" 

He won't do it, Margot repeated silently. He won't, he won't, he won't. 

But he did. 

As Warren pressed the glowing end of the cigarette to the naked red meat of 
Margot's exposed cunt, there was a searing sound, and the smell of frying 
pork chops. He twisted the cigarette until it went out. 

As if she'd squatted over the electric burner on a stove, Margot felt 
nothing for a fraction of a second. Then the pain hit her, making her arch 
up, making her eyes nearly pop out. It was as if Warren had thrust hot 
pliers between her legs and ripped away a chunk of her tender pussy flesh. 
The pain saturated her loins, filled her body. Had her mouth not been 
stuffed with jockstrap, she would have screamed. 

Warren tossed the extinguished cigarette away. Her cuntmeat was still 
smoking as he thrust his hugely swollen cock into her fuckhole and collapsed 
on top of her, fucking with abandon, crushing her with his muscular body. 

"Mmn, ahhh, hot bitch sow! Oooh, fuck you, yeah!" He chewed her jawbone, 
sank his teeth into her neck, ground his chest against her achingly swollen 
tits. 

Hot fluid ran down Margot's neck, and she couldn't tell whether it was spit 
or blood. She whined like a mounted she-cat under the man's assault, 
straining upward against him. The mad rubbing of his hard cock against the 
seared spot on her cunt slab sent excruciating sensations through her pussy. 
Her acidic cuntal juices flowed freely over her burn wound and increased the 
pain-or the pleasure-she couldn't tell which. As Warren jerked on top of 
her, fucking his cock in and out, grunting and breathing like an enraged 
bull, she thrust her loins up to meet his loins, grunted as his cockhead 
repeatedly kissed the pit of her seething cunthole. 

Sweat dripped all over her face, running in streams off Warren's forehead. 
His entire body was getting sweaty. He slid against her naked flesh as if 
oiled. She struggled madly against her bonds, wanting now to be free only so 
she could wrap her arms and legs around the fucking bull on top of her, 
tearing at his heaving back and ass with her claws, crushing him tighter to 
herself, spurring him to fuck harder, deeper. 

This was torture. Being fucked spread-eagled like this, completely at the 
mercy of Warren-it was torture. The sensations being fucked into her pussy, 
the sensations spreading throughout her body were too intense. If she could 
only hold onto him, if she could only clamp him between her legs! 

"Fuck you!" Warren muttered, fucking her faster, burning her cunt with the 
friction of his pistoning prick. 

She was being reamed wide open. His piledriver was going to split her in 
half. The pussy juice bubbled out of her cunt, pooling on the pillow under 
her ass. Her ass slid in the warm female fuck-slime as she wiggled. She felt 
the tips of her fingers and toes prickle. Her nipples thrust up hard against 
Warren's chest. Her cunt clutched, tightening, burning. Her loins exploded 
with pleasure. 

Margot's mind whirled. She writhed, her eyes rolling, her body shuddering. 
She'd been fucked deep, hard. She could hardly stand the pleasure. Her 
spasming cunt clutched wildly at Warren's swelling, hardening cock. She felt 
his cock shudder inside her, felt it flex and spurt cum. 

"Ahhhh, awwwww, yeahhhh!" Warren threw himself on top of her, his body 
relatively motionless as his cock contracted and his ass jerked. Torrents of 
thick fuck cream spurted into her cunt, bathing her pulsating fuckmeat in 
hot slime. Warren moaned, shivering on top of her as her cunt milked him 
dry. 

Margot relaxed back against the mattress, every cell of her body tingling. 
Warren grunted and started to snore, his prick still throbbing inside her 
pussy. 

She was afraid he might sleep for the next eight hours and she wouldn't be 
able to do a thing about it except lie there under him and Wait. She was 
helpless. A total slave. She loved 

* * * 

Hank Miles finished off his beer and threw down the pathetic cards in his 
hand. "I'm out, goddamn it." 

The men to his right and left at the card table flung their cards down also, 
and Officer Linch-Sam Linch-sitting directly across from Hank, pulled in the 
pot, chuckling with satisfaction. 

"He laughs like that every time he takes a bribe, too," Hank said, trying to 
get a rise out of Sam. 

But Sam simply smirked and started totaling up his winnings for the evening. 

Hank could have killed the man. It seemed as if Sam had been winning every 
hand for the last three weeks, and Hank was fast getting cleaned out. Shit, 
one of these days he was even going to run short on beer money. Where in the 
hell was that unemployment check this month? Damned computer at the state 
offices probably fucked up again. 

He turned toward the kitchen door. "Hey, bitch, where the fuck are you 
hiding? Get your worthless ass out here. Now!" 

The other men chuckled, sipping their beer. 

From now on, Hank thought, Sam and the other two guys are going to bring 
their own six-packs. He was through supporting their alcoholic habits. 
Worthless leeches. 

A young girl stepped out of the kitchen naked, her eyes cast downward shyly, 
her hands folded over her cunt muff. She acted as if she'd never been naked 
in front of a group of men before. 

Hank unzipped his pants and hauled out his fucker, which had started to 
swell at the sight of the naked young girl. "Well, what ya waiting for? Get 
over here and give me a blow-job. And it better damned well be a good one." 

On her knees in front of Hank, the girl looked sick, her face tinged with 
green. He peeled back his foreskin and rubbed his wet prickhead all over her 
face and lips. She held her eyes and mouth shut tightly. He banged back and 
forth across the face with his cock. 

"Start licking before I ram my fist down your throat." 

Her nose wrinkling, the girl gingerly lapped at Hank's prickhead, her tongue 
as pink and soft as a baby's. Within seconds Hank couldn't stand any more of 
her half-assed, teasing licking. Planting his hand on the back of her head, 
he forced his fucker into her mouth. As she choked, the spit running out of 
her mouth, he stuffed the rest of his cock down her throat, watching with 
satisfaction as her nose disappeared in his crotch hair. Getting a firm grip 
on her hair, he forced her head up and down, fucking her soft wet throat, 
using her head like a jack-off toy. She couldn't stop gagging. Hank grunted 
with pleasure, delighted by the girl's pain. 

As Hank fucked the girl's throat, the man to his left got down next to her 
and started playing with her hanging tits. The man to his right pulled out 
his stiff cock and mounted her from behind, ramming his fucker up her cunt. 
She jerked, tensing up as the man fucked her. 

Hank could tell this girl hadn't been fucked a hell of a lot in the past. 
Well, he and Sam and these other two guys were going to change that 
tonight-and on every card-party night from now on. In a couple of months, 
this little bitch would be fucking as well as Candy. They would train her. 

Goddamned ungrateful bitch, that Candy. Just like her ma. Ran off when he 
needed her the most. If she ever came back, he'd cut off her tits. But he 
knew she would never come back. She was that kind of ungrateful bitch. Just 
like her ma. 

The man behind the girl's ass started to groan, his prick squishing rapidly 
inside her pussy, his ass jerking. He rolled his eyes back, grunted like a 
boar, and poured his fuck-load up the girl's cunt. As his jism filled her 
pussy, his prick sounded like a toilet plunger as he fucked. 

Sam, stuffing his winnings into a paper bag, started to get up, one hand on 
his zipper. But the guy who'd been feeling the girl's tits scrambled up 
behind her as the other man dismounted and fucked his stiff prick up the 
girl's cum-filled pussy. 

Sam mumbled, hauling out his cock, and Hank smiled, pleased that Sam would 
be forced to wait his turn. Goddamned fucking cop! Thinks he's hot shit just 
because he wears a badge. Hank hoped the girl's present fucker would take 
his time so Sam would suffer a little. 

Damned worthless cop, that Sam was. Him and the whole police 
department-worthless sons of bitches. He'd given them three weeks to track 
down that runaway daughter of his, but they hadn't come up with a clue. Too 
busy collecting bribes, no doubt. He knew they'd never find Candy. They 
wouldn't even try. 

"Well, hurry it up, you old goat," Sam said, nudging the girl's fucker with 
his boot. "How long's it take you to get off? You oughta take more vitamins, 
stimulate your sex drive." 

"Aw, leave him alone," Hank said. "He's taking his time 'cause it feels 
damned good and he don't wanna rush it. Ain't that right?" 

The man kept fucking, breathing heavily, oblivious to what Sam and Hank were 
saying. 

Sam fisted his cock. "Damn it! By rights, I oughta drag that bitch outa here 
and you can all whack off. After all, I brought her. I'm just loaning her to 
you guys for a while." 

The guy fucking the teenager went rigid for a moment. "Oh baby, ahhhh!" He 
shot his cock cream up the girl's pussy, adding it to the cum-load of the 
first man. 

"Well, it's about time," Sam said. The moment the other guy had uncorked his 
cock, Sam took his place, dipping his fucker into the girl's cunt. 

Hank yanked on the girl's ears, jerking her head up and down. "Suck, damn 
it, suck!" 

He'd almost forgot he was supposed to be getting a blow-job. The girl had 
held his cock in her mouth for the last several minutes with hardly a flick 
of her tongue or a smack of her lips. 

"Use your tongue on the back of the cock-head, ya sissy sucker. You've got a 
lot to learn about giving blow-jobs, girl. Christ!" 

So this was the girl who was supposed to replace Candy at these card 
parties. Worthless bitch! Just the kind of girl Sam would manage to come up 
with. Sam had caught her and some young buck fucking in the park, had found 
marijuana in their pockets. He'd kicked the boy in the ass and let him go 
with a warning. This girl he'd claimed as his slave. If she obeyed Sam, if 
she did everything he told her to without question, she wouldn't be charged. 
If she didn't, she was as good as behind bars right now. Worthless 
pot-smoking little tramp! She was about Candy's age, but she knew less about 
giving a blow-job than Candy had known six years ago. 

Hank kicked out the chair from under him, got down on his knees in front of 
the girl and started fucking her face in earnest. The only way he was going 
to get any real satisfaction was by fucking the shit out of her throat. He 
gripped her ears, pounding her face with his loins, fucking his cock in and 
out of her gagging throat. 

Sam yanked his cum-dripping cock out of her cunt and rammed it against her 
asshole. As Sam sank his cock into her ass, she almost chewed Hank's cock 
off. Hank cuffed her alongside the head a few times. 

Sam plunged his cock in and out of the girl's shithole. "Christ, she's 
tight! I believe I just got her asshole cherry." 

Hank chewed his lips. Goddamn that Sam! Takes nearly every pot tonight, then 
gets the girl's asshole cherry. Well, later on Hank himself would get his 
fucker up the girl's asshole. He'd get her asshole for the second time, 
which wasn't as good as getting her cherry, but it was something. 

The men fucked in unison, fucking in the same rhythm. The naked young girl 
trembled between them, her throat and asshole stuffed with sliding, 
vein-rippled cock. All at once she moaned. She was coming, and her lips and 
tongue became vibrators. 

"Mmmn," Hank moaned, his prick swelling in the girl's soft quivering throat. 
"Yeah, yeaaahhh!" 

It was as if an electric spark licked at the most sensitive part of his 
prick. He rammed his fucker down the girl's gullet, grinding his groin 
against her nose. His balls contracted and his hot cum gushed down her 
gagging throat. He closed his eyes and pretended the girl was his daughter. 
He hadn't shot a cum-load down Candy's throat in three weeks now, and he 
missed doing it. 

Sam bellowed and shot his load of jism up the girl's ass. He fucked so hard, 
jolting her, that he drove her like a battering ram against Hank and almost 
knocked him over. 

"Oh man, she's tight, she's so tight!" Sam moaned, fucking his cum-spurting 
cock in the girl's clutching asshole. 

"She ain't tight as Candy, though," Hank said, pulling his softening cock 
out of the girl's mouth. 

"That she ain't," Sam agreed. 

Hank smiled, beating his cum-dripping fucker all over the teenaged slut's 
face. "Ain't no girl tight as that bitch, that Candy bitch of mine." 

* * * 

Candy gasped, tensing. Jerry kept right on pushing, forcing his knuckles 
inside her shit-hole. As his fist slipped inside her ass, she thought she'd 
die. 

"Oh God! Please, Jerry, take it easy!" 

"Shut up," Jerry growled, working his fist deeper inside her ass until a few 
inches of his wrist also disappeared into her asshole. 

She couldn't believe it. She hadn't thought she would ever be able to take a 
fist up her ass. But there it was. On her hands and knees on the bed, she 
watched over her shoulder as Jerry twisted his fist in her ass-guts, pulling 
it out slightly, then shoving it into her ass deeper. 

"Oh fuck, this is great," he said. "I ain't never got my fist this deep up a 
chick's shitter before. Goddamn!" He moved up behind her and pushed his hard 
cock up her cunt. "Mmn, baby!" 

Candy swallowed, almost afraid to move. 

She'd never felt such a tight pressure in her guts. As Jerry fucked his cock 
in and out of her pussy, she moaned softly, every cell of her body alive 
with tension. Her nipples felt as if they would pop off like buttons. 

Jerry fucked harder, his hairy groin ramming her cuntlips. His prick felt as 
big as a billy club inside her pussy. She knew what a billy club felt like, 
too, because more than once that asshole cop Sam Linch had shoved his billy 
club up her cunt during her dad's drunken card parties. She smiled with 
satisfaction. That pig would never do that to her again. And her father 
would never touch her again either. 

"Here it comes!" Jerry grunted, and suddenly he was fucking his hot cum into 
her pussy. 

Candy could feel the sizzling jism gushing against the quivering walls of 
her cunt. It was a good cum-load. Jerry always spurted thick heavy 
cum-loads-about five of them a day. Jerry was ten times the man her father 
was. Jerry was a bull, a mean crazy bull. But at least he was young and 
muscular, and he really didn't stink half so bad. In fact, she was beginning 
to love the raunchy male smell of him. He was tough, not old and sleazy like 
her father. 

Jerry yanked his cock out of her cunt. She expected him to pull his fist out 
of her asshole, but he didn't. When she looked over her shoulder, she saw 
him greasing up his free hand with Vaseline. 

"What're you gonna do?" 

"Just shut your trap, bitch. You'll find out when I do it. What's the 
difference, anyway? Ain't nothing you can do to stop me." 

He was right about that. If there was one thing Candy had learned during 
these last three weeks with Jerry, it was that he would get his way. He 
could do anything to her he pleased, and there was nothing in the world she 
could do to stop him. 

She felt his fingers entering her cunt. "Oh Jerry, no. I can't take two 
fists at once. I just can't." 

"You can and you will." Jerry continued working his fist into her cunt. 
"Your meat's like rubber, girl. Stretches just like rubber. Real elastic. 
You'll see what I mean when I shove my foot inside your pussy one of these 
days." 

"Jerry, please!" Candy's eyes rolled back. She held her breath. 

His greasy fist slipped into her cunt. 

"Yes sir," he said, starting to twist his fist. "Elastic like rubber. When I 
yank these mitts out of you, your fuckholes are gonna snap back just as 
tight as ever in about two minutes. At least they better, 'cause I like your 
fuckholes nice and tight when I sink my cock in Candy panted, taking quick 
breaths like a woman giving birth. The pressure inside her was incredible. 

"Mmn, beautiful!" Jerry twisted both his fists inside her, working his hands 
deeper into her cunt and asshole. 

Candy just knew she was going to die. At the same time, the sex-throbbing 
was increasing inside her. She looked over her shoulder at Jerry. He was 
grinning demonically. Both his hands were buried to past his wrists, working 
inside her fuckholes. 

"Oh Jerry, yes, fuck me! Oh yes, fuck me! Please, God yes!" She moved her 
ass, chewing her lips. Her tits swayed heavily under her. 

"Dirty slut!" Jerry growled, twisting his fists in her seething fuckholes. 
One of his hands squished in the cum-load he'd fucked up her cunt. "Come on, 
bitch, have another one of them female spasms. You ain't come more than a 
dozen times today. You must be crazy with horniness." 

"Oh, I'm so horny!" Candy moaned, writhing. 

And she was, too. She was hornier these days than she'd ever been. Jerry had 
turned her into an insatiable nymphomaniac. He made her do disgusting 
things, kept her naked all the time, locked her inside when he went away. 
She was always tied up with two vibrating dildoes locked inside her 
fuckholes. One time he'd been gone about twelve hours and she'd almost lost 
her mind. If the batteries in the dildoes hadn't died after a few hours, she 
was sure she would have. 

"Come on, bitch, I wanna feel your fuckholes sucking my fists." He eased his 
hands in and out of her cunt and ass about three inches per fuck-motion, 
continuing to twist his fists. 

Candy felt the tension building. She'd be coming any second now, and there 
was nothing she could do to stop herself. 

"Mmn, fist-fuck me, fist-fuck meeee!" 

Jerry's hands jerked. He made his fists vibrate inside her fuckholes. "Come 
on, slut, come on!" 

I'm so dirty, Candy thought. I'm just a dirty worthless whore slave girl. 
That's all I am. And Jerry's my master, and I'll be his slave forever. 

Her orgasm exploded. "Ohhh, yessss, yesss, yessss!" 

She shook from scalp to toes, her long blonde hair shimmering. Her spasms 
made her whine, made her giggle. She wished Jerry would slide under her and 
chew on her tits. She hoped later on he would put the dog collar on her and 
walk her around the apartment. One of these days he was going to take her 
outside, he claimed-when he was sure she was a loyal slave. And then she'd 
see the city, whatever city it was. She didn't even know yet. All she knew 
was that it was large-maybe New York, Los Angeles, Houston. She really 
didn't care. She had escaped that hick town and that bastard father of hers. 
And she had Jerry. He might be a mean bastard, but she was his property and 
she knew he would defend her with his life. He was that crazy. 

Jerry eased his hands out of her ass and cunt. She lowered herself to the 
bed, feeling cool air rimming her open fuckholes. 

"Hungry?" Jerry asked. 

Candy nodded, relaxing. 

"Good." Standing alongside the bed, Jerry yanked on her hair until she was 
turned toward him, her head off the edge of the mattress. "Here's a bedtime 
snack, bitch." 

He rammed his swollen fucker down her throat. 

By the time Jerry came, shooting another thick rich cum-load down Candy's 
gullet, her fuckholes had closed up tightly again. Her cunt and ass itched, 
though, hungry for cock. 

I'm such a slut, Candy thought. Such a slut! And she waited for her master 
to fuck her. 


THE END
