Mom's Dog Rape
by Paul Gable


FOREWORD 

Who can judge a person's reactions during stress situations? The prisoners 
of war who give in to their captors' demands; the kidnaped heiress who joins 
forces with her abductors-both must act without past experience to guide 
them. Both must make decisions in a vacuum, without benefit of familiar 
people or situations to guide them. The result can be either a very negative 
or a positive experience. 

In MOM'S DOG RAPE, Lynn Gailsworth, an attractive divorcee, finds herself 
the victim in a strange abduction devised by three brutal burglars. Tied up 
and then subjected to sexual indignities, she undergoes a trauma which is 
certain to leave a lasting impression in her mind. Ultimately she must 
determine whether that impression will be a damaging one or lead to a more 
constructive life. 

MOM'S DOG RAPE-the story of a woman who learns a lesson as a result of 
adversity. 

-The Publisher 


CHAPTER ONE 

Lynn Gailsworth trembled in excitement as Bob's hands closed around the back 
of her neck. The pressure made her heart beat faster and her flesh crawl 
with pleasure. The tall blonde closed her eyes and let out a long, 
shuddering sigh as Bob drew her more tightly against him. Her nipples stood 
up, stiffening against the confines of her bra while Bob's broad chest rose 
and fell more rapidly with each passing second. That familiar, tight, itchy, 
tingling sensation between her legs started up again. Lynn could feel 
something hot and wet oozing out of her puffy cuntlips and trickling through 
her thick bush of matted down cunt hairs. Her knees trembled, then buckled 
as Bob slid his hands down her body and onto her firm, rounded ass again. 

"Oh, don't," Lynn protested weakly as she raised her hands and tried to push 
the big man away from her. 

"I can't stop this time, Lynn. You've put me off too many times," Bob rasped 
as his hands roamed freely over her taunt buns. 

"But what if Carol comes in and finds us?" Lynn asked, praying that Bob had 
thought of that probability. The blonde bit her lower lip nervously as she 
tried to control the shuddering and rumbling in her hot pussy. Lynn wanted 
Bob as badly as he wanted her. But he needed reassurance and strength coming 
from someone else other than herself. 

"She's busy with that volunteer work over at the Free Clinic," Bob said, 
looking down at the panting woman. He raised his hand and gently pushed back 
several stray strands of hair from Lynn's flushed forehead. "It's only two 
o'clock now. Carol won't be home for another three hours," he added, smiling 
gently as he lowered his hand and brushed Lynn's tit lightly with the back 
of his hairy hand. The blonde sucked in a ragged breath as that light touch 
made her nipple tingle with excitement. 

"I still don't know," Lynn said in a low voice, lowering her head and 
looking down at the floor half in shame, half with excitement. She hadn't 
felt this turned on for over four years. A rather sticky, unpleasant divorce 
preceded by an unfulfilling marriage had soured the woman on men. Lynn 
Gailsworth shed her husband the way a snake does his old skin--without 
regrets and even with a feeling of growth and excitement. The only positive 
thing of her entire marriage was her daughter, Carol. 

"Baby, I'm gonna cum in my pants if you don't take care of me," Bob said as 
he hunched forward slightly. This time Lynn didn't pull away. Bob lowered 
his right hand back to her ass and gave the full cheeks another hard 
squeeze. That subtle pressure pulled her hot, swollen snatchlips apart, 
unsticking the slick folds and making that tingle grow into a more urgent, 
concentrated feeling. The fat lips of her tightening pussy were aching to be 
touched. 

"Yes, oh God, yes," Lynn finally sighed, raising her hands and pushing them 
around Bob's thick, muscular neck. She could feel the big man hunching into 
her harder now. Through her clinging black slacks Lynn could feel something 
big and hard between his legs pressing against the dampened crotch of her 
slacks. A strange hot wet feeling rose quickly around her cunt and tits. The 
hot, itching spot between the woman's trembling legs was growing unbearable. 
"I can't stop, oh God, can't stop," Lynn whispered as her head tilted back 
and her knees pressed against Bob's for support. She gasped, then rolled her 
head from left to right as she felt the big man's sensuous thick lips slide 
across the front of her throat. He was giving her tiny, feathery kisses 
while he caressed her full asscheeks. Lynn felt herself melting into a thick 
glob of butter as the last of her defenses were shattered by Bob's insistent 
masculinity. 

Then his grip on her loosened for a second. Lynn opened her eyes and looked 
up at the big man. His eyes were glittering with lust, boring into hers. It 
made her pulse race. The woman could hear her own heart thudding hard in her 
chest as she felt her body heat increase incredibly. Lynn wanted to open her 
mouth and let out a howl of sexual lust as she started back with obvious 
meaning. 

"Just a second, and I'll make sure the door's locked," Bob said, reaching up 
and gently pulling Lynn's arms from around his neck. The blonde lowered her 
hands and grabbed the back of the couch for support as Bob walked quickly to 
the front door. For a woman of thirty-four with a fifteen-year-old daughter, 
Lynn felt like a young girl about to embark on her first sexual experience. 
Terror merged with uncontrollable lust as the tall blonde's mind buzzed with 
confusion and heat. She thought of her former husband, then of her daughter, 
then of the years of her life ruined by that marriage. Years of suppression 
and dissatisfaction had virtually turned her into a bitch in heat, yowling 
for cock in a way that would have made her blush several months ago. 

"No one can come in now, honey," Bob said, checking the door one more time 
before turning and walking back slowly toward her. His black eyes blazed 
with determined sexual fury. His thick, black wavy hair hung carelessly over 
his broad forehead and ears, almost bristling with a strange kind of 
intensity. The gasping blonde could see his large, muscular chest through 
the sweat-saturated white cotton T-shirt, and the long round tube running 
from the bottom of the faded fly of his Levi's down the right leg almost 
sent Lynn falling to her knees with unspeakable excitement. 

Soon he was on top of her again, wrapping his hands around her slender waist 
and pulling her hard against him. He tilted his head forward and pressed his 
lips hard against hers. 

Lynn moaned as she opened her mouth and ran her tongue into his mouth. She 
moved her hips from left to right, rubbing her hot crotch across that 
throbbing tube pushing against the tight Levi material. She sucked in Bob's 
tongue with a fury that surprised herself as well as him. The blonde had 
been without a man for too long. 

Soon his tongue pushed out, forcing its way through her lips and down her 
throat. Lynn almost gagged at the sudden intrusion, then moaned again and 
welcomed the hot slippery thing. As his thick, rough tongue lashed her mouth 
and throat, Bob worked his hands around to the zipper of Lynn's slacks. 
Quickly he gripped the tiny metal tab and pulled down. There was a metallic 
hiss followed by the soft rushing sounds of Lynn's slacks being peeled down 
off her firm thighs. 

The blonde sucked harder onto that mouth, groaning more frequently as she 
felt her body gradually being stripped of its clothing. Her slacks were now 
gathered around her ankles. Bob's hands were sliding under the elastic 
legband of her briefs now, pulling at her buttocks. Every time he squeezed, 
the valley between her legs pulled back and open, forcing her outer labes 
apart. Lynn's legs buckled under her as she felt Bob's calloused fingers 
rubbing over the silky flesh between her shithole and cunt. Her brain 
flashed hot with red colors as Bob dragged the moaning blonde around the 
back of the couch to the front. Lynn moaned low and deep, almost delirious 
with lust as sweet juice bubbled out of her pussy and soaked down her 
panties. 

"Fuck me, fuck me," Lynn babbled as Bob rested the woman gently down on the 
couch. He knelt on the floor next to her, trailing the fingers of his right 
hand slowly up and down her flat, panting belly. He moved his fingers slowly 
down until they pushed their way under the tight elastic waistband to her 
briefs. 

Lynn rolled her head from side to side, pressing it down into one of the 
pillows as she felt every nerve-ending in her pussy strain upward towards 
Bob's approaching hand. Through the red-hot haze blanketing her brain Lynn 
thought of her daughter and of the warnings she always gave Carol about men. 
Now here she was, half-naked on her own living room couch with the 
neighborhood handyman kneeling next to her. If Carol could see her now she'd 
run screaming out the door and never come home again. Yet strangely enough, 
this flash of guilt faded quickly, giving way to more intense feelings of 
sexual desire as Bob's hand pushed closer and closer toward its goal. 

Bob chuckled as he touched the first wiry blonde cunt hairs near the top 
junction of her throbbing, swollen cuntlips. The slight pressure against 
those hairs and their roots made Lynn's cunt jerk and contract. That sudden 
contraction was almost painful, making Lynn jerk her legs apart and gasp 
loudly. 

"Mmmmmmm, baby," Bob commented in a hot whisper as he rose to a 
half-standing position, then slid onto the couch and settled gently on top 
of her body. His muscular weight pushed her deep into the soft sofa 
cushions. Lynn felt herself trapped by the big man. All the while Lynn could 
feel the rock-hard tube of cock flesh pressing against the rough material of 
his faded jeans and against her bare legs. Her legs fell apart even further 
as Bob rubbed his crotch teasingly against hers. 

"Oh, I can't stand it," Lynn groaned, turning her head to the right and 
gasping out for breath as Bob pushed his hand between them and moved it down 
until it was cupping her tender pussy. Lynn's eyelids fluttered open as she 
felt the gentle pressure increasing. He was milking the slippery, rubbery 
edges of her cuntlips together, working the damp, silky material of her 
panties into the hot cleft of her cunt with his fingers while his thumb 
grazed the sputtering tip of her swollen clit. 

"Ohhhhh!" Lynn moaned. Bob's fingers were working their way greedily over 
her fat labes. She could feel her pussy rumbling as he squeezed harder and 
harder. "Nnnooooo," the blonde cried as she felt the hot, creamy foam drip 
from between them and ooze down the crotch of her briefs. The blonde arched 
her back, pushing her titties hard against Bob's chest. Her blouse was 
soaked through with hot sweat, dripping with as much perspiration as Bob's 
T-shirt was. 

Then Lynn felt Bob's strong, hard fingers reaching inside her panties, 
curling around the elastic waistband. In a moment he was peeling the silky 
briefs downward. Lynn raised her thighs slightly, pressing her pussy against 
the bulging fly as Bob peeled the panties down to her knees, rocking to the 
right as he pulled the briefs off her ankles and tossed them down to the 
floor. 

"I've been watchin' those tits too long not to see them right now," Bob said 
hotly. The big man quickly unbuttoned the woman's blouse, pulling it open 
and completely exposing her bra. Lynn moaned again, arching up her back in a 
silent plea to have her halter ripped from her body. Bob took the hint, 
reaching over and grabbing the cups of her bra in both hands. With a quick, 
violent movement, the handyman ripped them apart. 

"Ohhhhh," Lynn sighed with delicious relief. She was completely naked now. 
Her nipples tingled with sexual electricity, standing up like two tiny red 
poles. 

Bob surveyed the gasping blonde's body. Her long blonde hair fell carelessly 
over her flushed cheeks, forehead and throat. It gleamed with an intensity 
of its own under the early afternoon sunlight that filtered through the 
curtained living room window. Her shoulders were slender to the point of 
being delicate. Bob's eyes traveled down to her thunderous tits that jiggled 
back and forth with every sexual shudder racking Lynn's firm body. Raising 
his right hand, the big man trailed his fingertips lightly across the hot 
flesh, up the swelling curve of her left tit until he reached the big, 
swollen round nipple. He gently pinched the hard, rubbery skin, chuckling 
softly deep in his throat as Lynn cried out with pleasure. 

As the blonde begged him to fuck her, Bob released his grip on her nipple, 
moving his fingers down her chest to her flat belly. He was amazed at the 
firmness and smoothness of Lynn's body. For a woman of thirty-four, she had 
the build of a girl of eighteen. The thin layer of hot sweat coating Lynn's 
pink skin glistened like oil, making her look more like a sculptured marble 
statue than a breathing woman wanting a hot, hard dick shoved in her. 

Bob pushed his fingers down past her navel to the hairs covering her pussy. 
He smiled as he watched Lynn slowly pull up her knees in response to his 
traveling hand. The thick matted jungle of wiry blonde cunthairs seemed to 
virtually bristle and sputter with excitement as he moved his hand lower and 
lower. Bob could see a thin rivulet of cuntjuice seeping out of Lynn's fat 
snatchlips, trickling down into her asscrack as he teased her mercilessly. 

"Fuck me, damn you," Lynn said. 

"Oh, babe," Bob answered her, bending his head down until he was touching 
her right nipple with his thick lips. 

Lynn cried out with delight as she felt his mouth on one nipple. She groaned 
almost in pain when Bob's powerful front teeth scraped across the tender 
flesh, trapping the nipple tip in his mouth as his tongue sanded violently 
across the hard skin. 

"Oh, God, it feels good," Lynn moaned, pulling Bob's head tighter onto her 
tits. The big man slavered her jugs down with his spittle, washing them down 
until the sore tips were throbbing with pleasure. While his mouth worked 
over Lynn's giant boobs, his hands teasingly trailed along the outer edges 
of her hot labes, pulling the skin back and forcing her cuntal folds to peel 
apart under this delicious attack. 

When Bob moved his right hand inward suddenly, pulling back the left outer 
labe with his fingers while he rubbed her clit hard with his knuckles Lynn 
came apart. 

"Fuck! Fuck! Oh please, fuck me! Goddamn it, don't do that! Fuck, fuck, 
fuck!" she cried. 

"Good, baby, good," Bob said with satisfaction. Bob fumbled with the snap on 
his tight Levi's until they flew open. The long, thick cock between his legs 
popped out. Lynn pulled up her head and saw the meaty purple dickhead 
throbbing with excitement. It looked slippery with the same kind of wetness 
coating her rubbery, swollen pussylips. "Like what you see, babe?" Bob asked 
in a throaty voice as he pushed himself up in a half-kneeling position. He 
lowered his hands to the bottom of his T-shirt, then jerked them up quickly 
as he pulled the sweat-soaked piece of underwear over his muscular chest and 
off his body. With another quick movement Bob slid his opened Levi's down 
his broad hips, pushing them down his legs as he fell back onto the couch 
and slipped them over his ankles. 

Lynn closed her eyes and opened her mouth, babbling out obscenities as Bob 
rolled back on top of her. She could feel his hairy, muscular legs pushing 
between hers, each tiny body hair digging into her skin. As he pushed her 
apart Lynn reached down and grabbed his cock, pushing the spongy head down 
toward her pussy. 

"Fuck me, oh goddamn it!" Lynn moaned as she raised her knees higher and 
tilted her pussy up toward the hot cockhead. 

"For somebody who didn't want to fuck, you sure come on mighty strong, 
babe," Bob commented with some surprise as he shuddered under Lynn's light 
touch. "It's too soon, though," he said, reaching down with his right hand 
and brushing away the woman's trembling fingers. Slowly Bob snaked down on 
the couch, hanging his big legs over one end as he moved his head down to 
the hot, hairy V between Lynn's legs. The groaning woman soon felt something 
hot and rough licking over the fleshy lips of her cunt. The wet hotness of 
her pussy joined the wet hotness of the big stud's mouth, merging into an 
explosive feeling that almost drove Lynn over the edge into orgasm. 

"OH GODDDDD," Lynn cried, shutting her eyelids tightly and digging her head 
hard into the pillow under her as she rolled her ass back and forth. Her 
legs converged on Bob's head, trapping the big man's face hard against her 
wet snatch. She was shoving up to him, pushing her pussy into his sucking 
mouth as the big man scraped his nose against her throbbing clit. 

"Bastard!" Lynn found herself screaming as Bob attacked her pussy savagely. 
His tongue scraped around the narrow hot cunthole, Sopping up her running 
cunt juice until he was gagging from the seeping fluid. He licked her raw, 
sucking on the aching cuntal folds while his fingers slid under her rocking 
ass and teased with the wrinkled brown skin of her shitter. 

"MMMM," Bob moaned. That humming sound vibrated through Lynn's pussy, making 
the woman cry out loudly. At the same time, the muscles of her cunt snapped 
shut on his tongue, opening again only to snap shut once more. She milked 
his tongue as if it were a fat cock. The big man knew the blonde was hot to 
fuck; she wanted a big dick shoved inside her now. But Bob wanted to play 
her for all she was worth. He moved his head around as best he could under 
the restraining pressure of Lynn's tightly clamped legs, licking and 
snarling as he ate her pussy. When she started to hunch upward in jerky, 
quick motions, he pulled quickly away. 

Lynn looked up in amazement as Bob gently unclamped her legs. She'd almost 
cum. Lynn could feel the hot tightness growing more intense with each 
passing second. 

"Please fuck me. Oh God!" Lynn cried out in a desperate plea. Something in 
her voice warned Bob the foreplay was finally over. If he didn't fuck her 
now, she'd probably cum on her own. 

"Come on," Bob growled as he slid up the couch once more, then rolled on top 
of her. The knob of his fat cock pressed over her clit. Sparks of hot, 
almost painful sexual pleasure shot out from the tip of her reddened clit to 
all parts of her sweaty body. Lynn rocked her buttcheeks from side to side, 
directing the end of his dickhead first against one cuntlip, then the other. 
Her clitshaft rolled back and forth under that pressure, sending bolt of 
sexual heat to her brain and cunt. Lynn reached up and threw her arms around 
Bob's neck, pulling his head against her throat. He sucked and bit at her 
neck. Every nibble and tongue-wash sent flashes of lust up and down her 
spine, driving her higher and higher up the ladder of sexual desire. 

"Ohhhh, yessss," Lynn hissed as she rocked her hips forward, sliding her 
cunt over his cockhead. She squirmed on the couch cushions, working her 
buttcheeks into the material as she tried to slide onto the thick cockshaft. 

But Bob resisted the temptation to slam his cock into her hole so soon. He 
still toyed with the groaning blonde, making her moan low and hot. Lynn 
wanted that cock buried deep in her. She jerked her hips forward and up one 
more time, trying to center her cunthole over the slicked, pulsating dome of 
his cockhead. She rubbed her erect nipples against Bob's hairy, hot chest. 
She felt her tits swelling as she kept jerking her thighs up against Bob's 
hairy groin. 

The big man finally let out a low moan and positioned himself for the 
initial entry. Lynn gasped, then peeled her knees apart. She could feel his 
hot, wrinkled, leathery nuts resting against the bottom junction of her 
cuntlips. Bob hunched up, dragging his thick dong over her pussylips until 
it was poised just in front of the slick crack. With a low moan, Lynn felt 
his cockhead push forward and spread apart her outer labes. Her entire cunt 
shuddered then contracted as the tight itching feeling was finally being 
scratched. 

"OHHHH," the blonde wailed as the wide, flaring head forced its way into the 
tight tunnel. Lynn writhed slowly from side to side, rocking her ass and 
moving it around in tiny circles as she tried to work the plunging dick in 
faster. The big man grunted, thrusting forward and downward. With a greasy 
slide, the head of his cock finally popped past the tight ring of her 
cuntmouth and slid easily into the hot, slick pussyhole. 

Lynn felt herself melting into a sensuous glob of sexuality. Bob lowered his 
head once more and welded his mouth to hers. His tongue speared once more 
into her mouth. But unlike before, this tonguing was more desperate and 
violent. Bob was like a giant animal, maddened with uncontrollable lust as 
he slid his thick cock into her swampy snatch. She felt his powerful hands 
digging into her shoulders, crushing her as he was carried away by waves of 
his own mounting sexuality. 

Lynn's tongue writhed against his. She sucked wildly, drinking in the 
spittle as if she were dying of thrust. She rolled her hips back and took 
more hot, rubbery inches of Bob's thick dick. Suddenly the room was filled 
with gasping and low, tight-voiced groans, mixed with the wet, sucking, 
slapping sounds of their hot, sweat-soaked skins sliding against each other. 
Her tits were flattened by Bob's muscular body as she felt the inner edges 
of his teeth with the tip of her tongue. 

The rising heat in her cunt made her begin to move desperately around on the 
couch. When Lynn arched her back, Bob pulled his cock out until the bottom 
ridge of his prick pulled at her outer cuntal ring, Then the big man shoved 
downward, grinding his muscular pelvic bones against Lynn's thighs. 

Soon Lynn forgot about everything except the urgent need in her pussy. She 
felt the sensation of hot, hairy masculine flesh all around her. All she 
could think of was the thick cock buried deep in her pussy and the hands 
that crawled freely all over her twisting, writhing body. She swiveled her 
ass around, pressing her belly hard against Bob's as the big man's balls 
slapped noisily against her upturned ass. 

"OHHHH!" she cried wildly as more and more of Bob's big dick sank into her. 
As the big man ground closer and closer to her she felt more of that long 
bar of cockmeat reach deeper inside her. 

Lynn moaned loudly now. She pulled her mouth off Bob's and rolled her head 
to the side, gasping for air. Her mind buzzed as her hips seemed to move 
with a will of their own. She was hunching up and down crazily now; the 
movements were so quick and jerky they almost seemed mechanical. Lynn had 
turned into a wild sex machine, so tightly wound she might spring apart as 
the tension grew harder and harder around her cunt. 

Bob dug his fingers harder into her soft buttcheeks, forcing her rolling 
hips to meet and take the same slower but heavy rhythm as his pounding cock 
had. Lynn complied half-willingly, slowing down her pounding thighs. Soon 
the blonde's gasping turned into desperate sobbing as she ground her clit 
against the top ridge of his juice-slicked dick. The steady beat of his cock 
was driving her crazy with lust. 

Every bump of his meat against her clit sent her soaring higher and higher. 
Lynn felt her mind stretching thin. She was vibrating with monstrous sexual 
intensity. Sweat dripped off her forehead and nose, slicking down the hot 
flesh of the rest of her body as she thrashed, rocked and writhed with a 
crazy fucking passion. Her long, sharp fingernails raked the back of the 
fucking stud as he buried his mouth in the nape of her neck and cried out 
something unintelligible. At the same time, his hips pounded against the 
woman's upturned thighs harder and faster. Her cuntal walls were being 
rubbed red and raw as the big fat dick stretched them further and further 
apart. 

"AGHHHH," Lynn cried as the mass of tension in her belly grew. She dug her 
fingernails into Bob's shoulders, dragging her nipples continually across 
his pounding chest. She pushed up, groaning as she felt the big stud's 
fingers tear at her burning asshole. Lynn's asscheeks flexed, then softened 
as the powerful ass muscles cramped under Bob's kneading. 

The big man dug his fingernails into her buttocks. Lynn felt all the nerves 
m her asscheeks stand on end as he grew more desperate. The insides of her 
thighs chilled, then burned as her cuntjuice frothed out and coated her 
pussylips, his cock and balls. Lynn felt her entire body turn into a 
rubbery, melting mess of sticky fluid. 

"Gonna shoot," Bob moaned. Lynn tossed her hips with wild abandon now. Her 
head jerked from side to side as long strands of sweat-dampened hair whipped 
across her flushed face. Her eyelids were clamped tightly shut while the 
cords of her neck stood out with the incredible sexual tension gripping her 
body. Lynn felt the simmering heat in her cunt climb up toward her brain, 
rising steadily. 

Suddenly she felt Bob's body stiffen above her. She opened her eyes and 
looked up at his tense, screwed up face. His mouth quivered as his head 
shook violently from side to side. Strands of his long, black shiny hair 
hung in his eyes as rivers of perspiration dripped off his nose and chin. 
His big chest heaved, the muscles of his thick arms and belly flexing and 
tensing as if electricity were shooting through them. Bob tilted his head 
back and opened his mouth, letting out a long, thin howl of desperation as 
his cock swelled up in Lynn's cunt. 

"Noooo, oh God," she cried as she felt his cockstalk vibrate against her 
clenching cuntal folds. Lynn's belly seemed to bulge with cock, swelling 
with excitement as Bob's cock swelled with preorgasmic tension. She grunted 
like a cow in rut, ramming her cunt up onto the rock-hard dick blowing up 
inside her. The knot tightening in her belly suddenly started to unravel as 
the first squirt of jizz spattered out of Bob's pulsating dickhead and 
splashed into Lynn's pussy. 

Lynn climaxed shortly afterward. The hard, heavy jolt of his cum blasted 
against her aching pussy. She wept and struggled against the big man, 
beating his chest with her fists as she felt her body being ripped apart by 
the gigantic orgasm. Every muscle in her body seemed to spasm as she kicked 
out and bit and clawed at the cumming stud above her. 

The massive spurts of the spunk-shooting cock seemed to last forever. Lynn 
could feel her pussy filling up quickly with the hot cum, then the thick 
fluid oozed out from between her stretched pussylips and trickled down her 
upturned asscheeks. Lynn felt her cuntwalls grip down on Bob's cock at least 
two times for every thick wad shooting from his meaty knob. 

Lynn milked at the bucking rod of his cock, bouncing up and down like a 
berserk doll. She tilted her head back and burrowed it in the soft folds of 
the couch pillow as her tits jiggled with the furious blasts racking her 
pussy. Lynn knew her body had felt the biggest, hardest, strongest cock of 
her life as she felt her mind fading with the last ripples of her orgasm. 

 CHAPTER TWO 

"I'd never have guessed you'd fuck like a mink," Bob said as he rolled off 
the couch and looked around for his Levi's. Lynn lay calmly on the sofa, 
running her fingertips lightly over her full tits. She was enjoying the 
soft, warm glow hovering over her firm body. 

"It's been so long," she murmured, closing her eyes and remembering how 
Bob's thick, meaty cock felt buried deep in the hot, slick folds of her 
jerking pussy. 

"I kind of figured that," Bob commented as he pulled on his jeans. Lynn 
watched with feelings of disappointment as his flaccid cock disappeared 
behind the opened fly. Even though Lynn had been satisfied sexually as she'd 
never had before, the blonde could feel the beginnings of lust starting up 
again in her pussy. 

No sense in looking like a nympho, though, Lynn thought as she sighed, then 
pulled herself up off the couch and started searching around for her bra. 

"I've got to get over to the Free Clinic," Lynn said softly as she picked up 
the torn bra and studied it carefully. 

"Carol's a big girl. She can get home by herself," Bob said, zipping up his 
jeans and glancing at the wall clock over the fireplace mantel. It was only 
three o'clock. 

"I know. But after this ... I don't know, but I'd feel better if I could see 
her now," Lynn said. She had mixed emotions. It was as if Bob's fucking had 
opened up new sensations and thoughts that were attacking hermental balance. 
Lynn felt confused and slightly terrified of what she was experiencing now. 

"Hey, don't worry about it," Bob said, noticing Lynn's sudden change in 
expression. He walked over to her and sat down next to her on the couch. 
Lynn leaned against him, feeling her snatch firing up slowly as Bob put his 
arms around her and gently stroked her tits. "You didn't do anything wrong. 
You're a normal, beautiful woman, Lynn, who's been without a man for too 
long. I think even your daughter would understand," Bob said, pulling back 
and looking gently into her blue eyes. 

"You think so?" she asked, leaning back against the cushions of the couch as 
she noticed the bulge down Bob's right leg growing fatter and longer. 

"I know so," the big handyman said, rolling over onto her and pressing his 
body against hers as the two of them sank once more onto the living room 
sofa. 

* * * 

"Wow, oh wow!" the little brunette cried, bouncing her naked buttocks on the 
hospital gurney cart. Her wet, hot, furry little cuntal mound rumbled with 
excitement as the young intern's fingers toyed with the kinky pussy curls. 
"Do that again, wow!" 

"Your mother know what you're doing?" the young man asked with a leering 
smile. He was wearing only a pair of white cotton jockey shorts. A long, 
tubular bulge against the piss-flap pushed it partially open, exposing two 
big, leather balls tightly bunched up against the fat root of his hard dick. 
His smooth, broad chest was streaked with rivulets of sweat while several 
stray curls of his bright blond hair hung carelessly into his eyes. The 
young girl lying naked on the emergency room cart was Carol Gailsworth, 
Lynn's fifteen-year-old daughter. 

"She doesn't care," the pretty little brunette said in a low voice. Her 
delicate features screwed up into a long pout. "She got rid of my daddy. 
She'll get rid of me soon." 

"Hey, that's being a little hard on the old lady," the young internist said, 
reaching up with his right hand and gently stroking her cheeks. His name was 
Phil Pappel. He was in charge of the Free Clinic temporarily while the lead 
doctor was on vacation in Mexico. He'd spotted both Lynn and Carol early in 
his employment and figured constantly on how he could fuck both of them. The 
mother was too standoffish and elusive, rarely coming into the clinic except 
to pick up her daughter during rainy days. However, the young girl was hot 
to trot. Phil had been around a lot, but even he was surprised when Carol 
told him she'd lost her cherry when she was thirteen. Lynn Gailsworth 
considered her daughter the model of modesty and virginity. Little did she 
know Carol was little better than she was. 

"I don't care," the perky brunette said, tilting her head up in defiance. 
"That's what I think. Now are you gonna fuck around or not?" 

Phil arched his eyebrows, then smiled broadly at the young teenager. She was 
trying to be defiant and sound experienced. But there was still the definite 
air of innocence clinging to Carol in spite of her actions. He reached over 
and grabbed the girl hard by the wrist, pulling her hand over until her 
slender fingers were pressed against the hot, wet bulge between the young 
intern's legs. Phil closed his eyes and he pressed Carol's palm tighter 
against his hot, hard cock. Even though he'd made several passes at the girl 
before, this was the first time he'd managed to get anywhere with her. He'd 
given the two nurses who worked for the clinic full-time the rest of the 
afternoon off. It was three o'clock, there were no appointments, and the 
likelihood of any emergency was slim. It was Friday, and the clinic closed 
early anyway. Only the secretary and file clerk were left. They were busy in 
another room at the other end of the building. Phil doubted if they'd say 
anything. He'd fucked them both the week before. 

"Touch me there again," Carol pleaded in a tight voice. She felt nervous 
about getting fucked. It was true she'd lost her cherry when she was 
thirteen. But what she didn't tell Phil was that she'd never fucked a man 
since. That little episode was something she couldn't control--a hot night 
in the back yard with one of her school friends. The two of them were 
curious and aroused. It hurt Carol terribly and frightened her enough so she 
never cared much about fucking afterward. 

But that was two years ago. She'd matured since then. The young girl started 
to feel strange, hot, wet tight feelings in her pussy, feelings she 
controlled for a while by fingering herself off while she lay alone and 
sweating in bed at night. But soon she realized that wasn't enough. Carol 
needed a man on her, driving his dickmeat into her. She knew it was a 
terrible thing to be thinking things like that. Her mother had told her 
girls who felt things like that turned out to be sluts and whores. 

What does she know? Carol would think after a boring lecture on sexuality. 
Resentment against Lynn for the divorce that separated her from her father 
made the young girl more rebellious against both her mother and her mother's 
advice. 

Driven by her own natural body desires and the desire to hurt her mother, 
Carol drifted easily into this relationship with Phil Pappel. Only now she 
began to worry about its consequences. Would he hurt her the way Jimmy 
Hansen had that night in the backyard? She hadn't spoken to him since then. 
How could she get back at this big man if he harmed her? 

"Hey, relax," Phil said, noticing her tense up as his hand trailed down her 
flat belly toward her young, near-virgin cunt. "I'm not gonna do anything 
you don't want me to. I want you to enjoy this as much as I know I will." 

Those words seemed to reassure the young girl. Carol smiled weakly, then lay 
back on the cart as Phil rolled over onto his knees. Her eyes widened as he 
crawled between her legs and spread them slowly apart. She groaned, then 
giggled at her own throaty voice as she felt her little puffy cuntal lips 
peel apart. The sticky, itchy feeling that pulling apart made rippled 
through her body, making Carol shudder visibly in front of the intern. 

Phil looked hotly at her. Her young, fully matured tits rested like two high 
white mountains on her chest. The tiny nipples were fully erect. Her 
cuntlips were barely visible under the thick matting of blue-black cunthairs 
covering the high-riding cuntal mound. The girl's white skin seemed almost 
translucent under the bright fluorescent overhead lights lining the ceiling 
of the emergency room. All around them the white square tiles reflected the 
bright light. Her face showed curiosity, fear and young lust as he shoved 
his fingers down between the waistband of his jockey shorts and his hot 
skin. He watched as Carol's eyes bugged out when his long, thin cock bobbed 
out. 

"It's so big!" she cried, covering her mouth in amazement. "You'll hurt me 
with that thing," Carol groaned, scooting back slightly on her bare ass as 
she tried to get away from the jerking piece of dickmeat. 

"Hey, where you going?" Phil asked, amused by the young girl's terror. "I 
told you I wasn't going to hurt you. Believe me," he coaxed, grabbing her 
right hand and pulling her down on the couch. 

Carol lay back down, looking apprehensively at the young man as he slowly 
jerked his cock off with his right hand. She watched in amazement as drops 
of pre-cum leaked freely from the long pissslit at the end of his purplish 
cock Phil swirled his fingers around, slicking them down with the leaking 
spunk, then greasing down the full length of his long cock-shaft with the 
oil. 

"Ever suck cock?" 

"What?" 

"I asked, ever suck?" Phil said in a thick voice. 

Carol swallowed hard. She'd heard stories of how some of the girls at school 
satisfied their boyfriends by sucking their dicks or taking a prong in the 
ass to keep from having babies. But she never thought much about doing it 
herself. 

"No," Carol said, wondering if he was going to make her do it. It sounded a 
little disgusting to the young girl. 

"First time for everything," Phil said, still smiling at her as he started 
edging up between her legs. 

Carol pressed her head against the cold leather pad on the cart as Phil's 
knees moved to either side of her slender, young shoulders. He pushed his 
dick down with the fingers of his right hand, squatting down lower and lower 
as his balls touched her chin. Carol almost felt like crying out for help. 
Terror made her heart pound until she thought it would rip through her 
chest. Her pussy quivered as Phil lowered his muscular ass on her tit. Drops 
of translucent cum hung from the bottom of the big pissslit as Phil slid one 
hand around the back of her head and pushed it up toward his prong. 

"Suck it, babe. Swing on that cock. I want to feel that mouth of yours 
around my dick," Phil said in a thick voice. 

Carol shook her head from side to side defiantly, struggling under the young 
intern as she tried to squirm her way free. She'd had enough of this sexual 
playing around. It was frightening her. She wanted to get up off the cart, 
get dressed, and run home to safety. 

"Oh no you don't," Phil said insistently, pinning her down to the cart. He 
gripped her head tightly with both hands. Carol felt absolute terror 
gripping her mind as she found herself helplessly trapped under the groaning 
intern. "I know your type--cock-tease we used to call them in high school. 
You've been prancing that ass around this place until everybody's noticed 
it--the patients, the nurses, the rest of the help around here. You've been 
angling that little pussy at me for a couple of weeks. Now I'm gonna get a 
sample of it whether you like it or not." 

The words frightened Carol out of her mind. She was at Phil's mercy and it 
looked as if he weren't going to show her any. She had no choice except to 
do whatever he told her. 

"That's better," Phil said, sighing as he noticed her body relaxing. "Now 
suck that cock." 

Carol looked at the big prong staring her right back in the eye. Reluctantly 
she opened her mouth, closing her eyes as she felt Phil propel her head 
forward toward his dangling dick. 

"MMMMMM, hot little mouth," the young intern moaned as the first three 
inches of his prong speared into the young girl's mouth. Carol almost gagged 
in revulsion as she felt something warm, salty and sticky suddenly mingle 
with her own spittle. She felt her body being racked with dry heaves as Phil 
hunched his powerful, smooth hips forward, driving another inch of his dong 
into her mouth. Her cheeks puffed out as Phil slid half of his eleven-inch 
dong into her mouth. At the same time he reached back, trailing his fingers 
along the young girl's belly until he found her pussylips. Lightly he pushed 
the fat, hot labes apart, scraping the slick, sensitive membrane running 
between the outer and inner cuntlips. Then he moved his fingers upward until 
they found the erect clitshaft. As he lightly gripped the tiny stalk between 
his thumb and forefinger and squeezed it, he heard Carol groan and jerk her 
head forward, swallowing most of his prong with one move. 

The young girl had never felt anything like it before. That sudden gentle 
pinch on her clit sent shocks of hot sexual delight searing into her brain. 
Her body was literally on fire. The nerve-endings stood on end from that 
move while the muscles tightened and contracted. She jerked upward, 
swallowing all those hot inches of dickmeat with one gulp. Then Phil took 
his hand away and Carol relaxed, realizing for the first time that Phil's 
dickhead was pressing hard against the back of her throat. 

Carol gagged, feeling her hot spittle backing up in her throat and trickling 
down to her belly. White froth oozed out from between her widely stretched 
lips as the young girl slid backward, slackening her jaw to keep her teeth 
from digging in to Phil's giant rod too hard. 

"Ohhhh, yeah baby, like that," the young intern said, lowering his right 
hand to the back of Carol's head and forcing the young girl's mouth back up 
the fat root of his dick again. Carol felt hot tears welling up in her 
tightly shut eyes as she gave in to the insistent pressure. She sucked in 
her breath as she felt her mouth filling up with the slick, rubbery hot 
inches of Phil's dickmeat. His balls slapped against the bottom of her chin 
as he jerked his smooth thighs forward, banging the tip of his drooling dick 
against the back of Carol's throat. 

"Faster, baby, faster," Phil said, bringing his other hand around from 
Carol's swampy box to the back of her head. He locked his fingers just 
behind the girl's ears and held her tightly. Carol moaned with fear as she 
felt him force her head up and down the full length of his throbbing, fat 
rod. Her cheeks and jaw hurt from the wide stretching while her mouth filled 
up with more and more of her own spittle mixed with the salty taste of 
pre-cum. 

"Work that cock, baby. Get that tongue of yours going," Phil groaned in a 
tight voice as he dug his fingers harder into the young girl's skull. 

Carol let out a muffled groan, then started fluttering her tongue as best 
she could against the giant fuck monster. The young teenager thrust her head 
back until the mushroom-shaped cockdome was held tightly between her full 
lips. Slowly Carol swirled her tongue around the hot, silky surface, digging 
the tip of her tongue into the pissslit and forcing out more drops of thick 
pre-cum into her sucking mouth. 

"Jeesus, you're good," Phil rasped as he moved his hands slowly through the 
jungle of long, brown hair hanging down to Carol's gleaming shoulders. He 
moved his hips slowly back and forth, rotating them slightly in circular 
movements as he gave the girl her first face-fucking. 

"What'd you stop for?" Carol asked in surprised as Phil pulled back his 
thighs and slipped his dick out of her mouth. 

"I didn't want to blow my jizz down your throat, babe," Phil said as he 
reached up and pushed the young girl back down to the leather emergency room 
cart. "I've got plans for that little cunt of yours." 

Carol felt her body growing more alive, invigorated with each passing 
second. The young girl reached up and nervously touched the big dong 
sticking out from the flat, muscular belly facing her. It felt hard as 
steel, its heat nearly warming her palm. She watched as Phil closed his eyes 
and rocked slowly back and forth on his knees. Carol felt a thrill of power 
ripple through her body. Just by squeezing that hot, long thing in her hand 
and rubbing her fingers lightly up and down over the throbbing blue vein 
running the full length of that prick, she was able to control this big stud 
in front of her. She smiled to herself. This was something to be filed away 
in her memory bank to be used when needed later. Carol then slipped her 
fingers back until she could gather up the loose-hanging nuts swinging 
lazily just under the thick root of his cock. They felt hot and leathery. 
She fondled Phil's balls, squeezing them gently, then rolling them against 
themselves and watching with curiosity as Phil's nostrils flared and his 
face tensed with each movement she made. Phil's breathing caught several 
times while the cords in his neck stood out with tension. 

"Shit, baby," was all Phil could say. The young intern knocked her hand away 
from his cock, then rolled on top of her with a violence that both delighted 
and terrified her. 

"Stop, please," Carol groaned frantically as she felt fear and excitement 
burn through her mind. She could hear the squishy sound of Phil's big prong 
rubbing against her soppy cuntlips. His powerful, hot chest crushed her 
pointed nipples while his big hands dug painfully at her sides. Phil's cock 
gouged steadily at her while he clutched her thin body harder and harder up 
against him. "Please stop." 

"You're full of shit," Phil said as he dug his fingers under her firm, young 
buttocks. Carol's nostrils flared in fear and excitement as he fucked his 
hips against her. He was sliding down, changing the angle of his cock 
against her cunt. Carol knew why. She let out a choking sob as she dug her 
fists between their bodies and tried to pry the young man off her. 

It was no use. Phil had her trapped and pinned to the cart too well. She 
felt his big hips crushing against her thighs, forcing them wider and wider 
apart as his greasy cockhead plowed through the thick jungle of cunthairs to 
the wet slit between her legs. 

"Damn you!" Carol cried. 

"Fuck, you feel good, babe," Phil crooned as his cock plunged between her 
cuntlips. Carol tried to pull away still. But at the same time she felt 
something more violent and burning taking over her mind now. A hard, 
building tension between her legs was making her body more responsive to 
Phil's flicking. Every muscle in her body ached both from the struggle 
against the young intern and the tension gripping her budding clit. 

"Yes, yes," Carol heard herself whispering huskily when Phil pushed against 
the soft hollow at the mouth of her cunt. The young teenager found herself 
tilting her mound so he would slide up along her cuntslit again. Then he 
slid over the throbbing clitshaft, making the room spin and grow blurry for 
Carol. 

Phil let out a raspy moan while Carol tilted her hips again. The underside 
of his slicked down cockhead slid against her clit. At the same time she 
could feel something hot and wet oozing out of his dickhead and slicking 
down the tip of her pulsating mound of sex flesh. Carol bit her lower lip 
until she thought it would bleed as she felt a giant spasm throb out from 
her cunt. 

"Now," Phil announced. Carol felt dizzy and half-crazy as she felt the big 
man hunch backward and down. Every nerve-ending around her messy box was 
alive. She could feel that hot, slick dick sliding along the full length of 
her swollen cuntlips. Phil's hot, wet, uneven breath blew against her chin 
and ear as he mumbled something unintelligible. Then Carol felt something 
hot, hard and stiff pressing against her outer labes. Her cuntlips flattened 
back as the pulsating, slick cockhead squeezed into the tight pussy opening. 
Carol's hot juices lubed Phil's spearing cock more, making it easier for the 
big prick to enter the young girl's twat. As it started sinking into her 
cunt, the big prong brushed against her clit and made Carol hunch off the 
emergency room cart. 

"Easy, honey. I'm not going to hurt you," Phil gasped as he dug his strong 
fingers hard into the young girl's sides. Carol sighed as she felt more and 
more of the big dick sinking into her young body. It hurt a little. But the 
rocking pleasure she was receiving from her rubbed clit more than made up 
for the initial discomfort. 

"Yes, oh yess, yesssss," Carol sighed. She clung to the young intern's neck, 
feeling her nipples scrape his curly blonde chest hair. "Oh, it feels good. 
It feels like I'm being split apart," Carol crooned, tilting her head back 
and rolling it from left to fight on the sweat-slicked leather surface of 
the cart. 

Phil dragged his cock back a little, then up again. He'd primed the pump 
well. Carol's cunt stretched wide for him. 

"It's so big," Carol moaned. Her head rolled back and forth violently now. 
Strands of hair clung to her flushed cheeks and dampened forehead as Phil 
mounted his final attack on her pussy. The rigid spear was in her. The young 
girl shuddered from the sensation of her cunt being stuffed to the hilt with 
cock. Carol moved her hips, changing the angle her cunt made with Phil's big 
dick. Suddenly she felt her cunt muscles spasm and tighten down on the young 
intern's prong. Phil sucked in a deep breath, then let out a long sigh that 
sounded almost as if he were about to break out crying. 

"Shit! What the fuck are you doing?" 

"I can't help it," Carol said, feeling strange, new sensations taking over 
both her body and mind. 

"Well, neither can I," Phil said, closing his eyes tightly and hunching down 
hard. The sudden, violent attack made Carol's eyelids flutter open and her 
jaw slacken in her fear and surprise. She felt her pussylips peeling back 
and stretching as far as they could without ripping apart. In an instant, 
Phil had buried the full length of his thick, eleven-inch dick into Carol's 
stretched pussy. 

"OHHHHH!" the young girl cried. She arched her back, pressing her tit hard 
against the hot, sweaty chest pushing down on her. She felt her insides 
stretching around that huge shaft. Carol wanted to scream, but realized it 
wouldn't do her much good. Who would come to her rescue? And for what? Being 
fucked? She almost laughed at the idea. 

The sound of tight gurgling above her made the young girl focus her 
attention once more on Phil's face. It was flushed red now. Sweat poured out 
from his thick blonde curls and trickled down his nose, cheeks and chin. His 
breathing was irregular. His arms bulged with tense muscles while his entire 
body seemed racked with some kind of spasm. 

"Jesus, can't hold back any more," he said in an incredibly tight voice. 

At the same time the young girl felt his thick dick swell up inside her 
pussy, pushing the slick cuntal walls further apart. Cumming! He was going 
to cum inside her! 

Carol groaned and started jerking her tiny hips around spasmodically. She 
rubbed her throbbing clit excitedly up and down Phil's cockshaft, fucking 
her pussy up to a roaring climax. 

"Yeah, yeah, yeah," Phil said, his thin lips peeling back in a smile as he 
let the young girl do the work. 

"I can't take much more," Carol cried. She could hear the slick noises of 
her cuntlips sliding up and own his cockshaft, sucking and pulling at that 
fat, hot stick the way her mouth had a few seconds earlier. 

"OHHH!" Phil cried out suddenly. 

Carol held her breath. Their hearts pounded close together. Carol suddenly 
became terribly aware of everything around her. Phil's thick, muscular hairy 
legs wrapped around hers; his big arms towering above her; his powerful 
chest pressing down on her tits; and that big, fat, drooling dick ballooning 
up inside her, threatening to dump its hot load of jizz into her welcoming 
body at any second. She couldn't control the movements of her body anymore. 
Her lips rocked wildly back and forth. Her ass rolled left to right then 
back again as she bounced around the slick surface of the cart, milking the 
young groaning intern's dick and balls for cum. 

Suddenly she felt a mountain of lust swell up in her crotch. Her hips 
churned wildly now. The noisy slurping of her cuntjuice leaking onto the 
slick leather under her ass filled her ears. Phil's uneven breathing mixed 
with his now constant cursing and unintelligible moaning excited her even 
more. Carol found herself joining the young intern, mumbling incoherent 
phmses and using words that used to make her blush as her cunt tightened 
more and more. Then there was a great, earthshaking vibration starting in 
Carol's cunt. 

"AGHHHHHH!" the young girl moaned as she felt the first roaring contraction 
rip through her pussy in the hardest cum she'd ever felt. 

"OHHH," Phil cried. Carol felt that mountain in her belly explode. She felt 
herself shattering into millions of tiny pieces. Somewhere far away a woman 
was screaming with something that sounded like pain. Only later did Carol 
realize it was herself. Carol thought she died in that first second of her 
climax. 

Then another incredibly painful, pleasurable wave washed over her clit. She 
bucked under the now-ramming strokes of Phil's hard cock. Her fingers dug 
into Phil's ass, dragging him even deeper into her cunt. Carol closed her 
eyes and let the tapering waves of her cum carry her away to regions she'd 
never dreamed of. 

When it was over, the young girl opened her eyes and saw Phil staring 
laughingly into her eyes. 

"Shit, baby, you're better than most twentyyear-olds I know," he said, 
shaking his head as he cleared the sweat away from his face with his hand. 
Carol didn't know whether to be complimented by this or not. She was proud 
of her performance. But something in the back of her mind made her judge her 
actions as those of a slut. 

"I'd better go," she said, propping herself up on her elbows and scooting 
back on the sweat-coated cart. 

"Sure, sure. We'll figure out some other time for another fucking," Phil 
said, pulling back and sliding his flaccid dick out of Carol's cum-filled 
hole. 

 CHAPTER THREE 

"What do you keep him around for?" Carol asked, edging against the outside 
wall of the clinic building. She felt her heart pounding with terror as she 
watched the sleek, black Doberman move stealthily toward her. Instinctively, 
the young girl raised her hand up to her throat and gathered the material of 
her white uniform up around the base of her neck. 

"Protection at night. We had to stop hiring guards to look after the drugs 
in the pharmacy. Too expensive. So in came the guard dog. I don't think we'd 
have much of a problem if someone broke in," Phil said, standing next to 
Carol and crossing his broad arms across his chest as he watched the big dog 
pace up and down nervously inside the wire fence compound. 

"He still gives me the creeps," Carol said, rubbing her arms briskly with 
her hands as she turned and started to walk back into the clinic. It was 
four-thirty. The fog started to roll in from the ocean, covering the sky 
with an ominous grey. The air turned damp and chilly as the thick mist 
swirled in the streets. 

"Maybe so. But he keeps insurance premiums down on the building," Phil said, 
shrugging his shoulders and giving the dog one final glance before following 
Carol into the clinic. 

Carol walked dreamily over to the small metal desk standing next to the door 
of the emergency room. This was her normal working space where she processed 
charts and other pertinent material on the patients coming into the clinic 
for emergency treatment. 

"You don't have to go so soon, you know," Phil said, moving up silently 
behind her and pressing his crotch against her rounded young buttocks. Carol 
sucked in a deep breath and closed her eyes as she felt his strong hands 
slide around her waist and under to her tits. Her nipples starting poking up 
again, scratching teasingly against her bra while her pussylips started to 
swell against her panties. That's how it all started a few hours ago. No! 
She had to go home. She couldn't stay here all night and fuck even though 
the idea had some appeal to her. 

"Please. Some other time, maybe," Carol said reaching up and forcing Phil's 
hands off her chest and titties. 

"Why later? Nobody else's here. The girls must've got tired waiting for us 
and went home," Phil said, placing his hands back onto Carol's narrow thighs 
and caressing them. 

The young girl flushed with shame. She'd completely forgotten about her 
coworkers. How could she face them Monday morning? They'd know what happened 
between her and Phil. 

"No, please," Carol insisted, backing away from the young intern. 

"Okay, have it ... who's that?" he asked, turning around as the sounds of 
someone knocking at the front door filled the back room. 

"Better go and see," Carol said, sighing with relief as she leaned against 
the front edge of her desk. She didn't know if she'd be able to hold out for 
another fuck. 

"Damn!" Phil muttered under his breath as he wheeled around on his right 
foot and stormed out of the room. 

* * * 

"You sure you don't want me to wait?" Bob asked, his arm wrapped tightly 
around Lynn's waist. 

The attractive blonde raised the collar of her tan raincoat and shook her 
head negatively. 

"I want to talk to Carol alone, Bob. I think we've lost touch with each 
other and need to communicate a little better," Lynn said, turning and 
smiling at the powerful handyman. 

"It's getting dark. You'd better watch out in this neighborhood. This town's 
got more than its share of freaks," Bob said, reluctantly taking his hand 
off Lynn's waist. 

"I've lived here for ten years, Bob. Believe me, I know how to handle it. 
Now please go. Call me tomorrow ... please," Lynn said, waving goodbye as 
the big man ran around the car and slid into the driver's side. 

Just then the light went on in the reception room. Through the glazed window 
glass of the big door, Lynn could make out someone walking through the room 
up to her. 

"Mrs. Gailsworth!" Phil said in a loud voice as he opened the door and saw 
Carol's mother standing in front of him. 

"Yes, is Carol there?" Lynn asked, stepping into the empty reception room 
and glancing around suspiciously, searching for her daughter. Lynn didn't 
like the idea that the reception room had been dark when she arrived. 

"In back. I'll get her," Phil said, closing and locking the front door 
behind her. 

"I have every intention of leaving," Lynn said coolly as she looked at the 
young intern. 

"Can't be too careful," Phil said nervously, cringing slightly under the 
blonde's steady gaze. "There've been a couple of robberies in drug stores 
around Windward Avenue. They've been after the drugs." 

"Of course. Now, if you'll just get Carol, we can go and leave you alone," 
Lynn said, walking over to a chair and sitting down. She smoothed the 
raincoat over her legs as she stared up at Phil and waited for him to go. 

"Mother?" Carol said, almost running breathlessly into the reception room. 
"What are you doing here? I can get home alone," she said almost angrily as 
she walked up to Lynn. 

"I'm sorry, dear. But the fog started to roll in and it got so dark so 
early. And besides, I wanted to talk to you about a few things," Lynn said, 
lowering her voice and glancing nervously over to Phil who was standing in 
the doorway leading to the back emergency room. 

"Oh, all right. Just wait here and I'll get my things," the girl said, 
sighing audibly and walking back into the emergency room area. 

"You've got quite a daughter there, Mrs. Gailsworth," Phil said, turning his 
head and watching Carol's bouncing buns disappear around the corner of the 
hall. 

"Just what do you mean by that?" Lynn asked suspiciously as she rose from 
her chair and walked over to Phil, confronting him. 

"Uh, I just mean she's a good worker." Lynn studied his expression, and was 
sure he'd fucked her daughter. How many times she didn't know. But that he 
fucked her, Lynn was positive. 

"OHHHHH!" 

"What was that?" Lynn asked in a hoarse whisper as she jerked her head 
around and peered into the semi-darkness of the hall leading to the 
emergency room. 

"Stay here," Phil said as he ran into the hall. The blonde stood confused 
and numb as she heard another scream, this followed by shouts and the sounds 
of violent fighting. 

"Stop it! Stop!" Lynn heard her daughter cry out wildly from the back room. 

"Carol!" Lynn screamed, running into the hall. When she got to the 
entranceway to the emergency room, Lynn saw a scene that made her blood 
freeze. A tall, dark-haired man of about twenty four held a long knife 
against Phil's throat. His knee was jammed up against the young intern's 
groin while he gripped the hair on Phil's head. Two other men, slightly 
shorter and both blond, of about the same age, held Carol by either arm, 
pulling her into a crucifixion position as they laughed at her helplessness. 
Everyone was startled by Lynn's sudden entrance. 

"Mother! Get out of here!" 

"Get the police!" Phil cried out in a thick voice. 

"My God!" Lynn cried. Suddenly one of the men holding Carol let go of the 
girl and made a leap at Lynn. 

"Get her, Chuck," the man holding Phil against the wall cried. 

Lynn backed away quickly as the young blond barely missed running into her. 
She wheeled around and started running for the reception room. Behind her 
she could hear the sounds of the young man's boots pounding against the 
polished tile floor. 

"Come back here, you bitch," he cried. 

Lynn groaned, then put on a final burst of speed as she reached the empty 
room. Suddenly her footing slipped and she tumbled to the floor. 

"Ohhhhh!" Lynn cried, toppling over to her right and crashing into the 
scattering seats. The room was filled with the clattering of overturned 
office furniture and the blonde's screams as the man named Chuck rolled over 
onto her and pinned her arms to the cold floor beneath. 

"I haven't had a hot mama like you in a long time," the young man said, 
grinning lewdly as he dug his dirty fingernails into Lynn's wrists. 

The blonde turned her head to the right and let out a scream of revulsion as 
Chuck lowered his head and started kissing her throat violently. She kicked 
her legs out and up, trying to squirm free of the powerful, insistent 
rapist. 

"That's it, mama. Move them buns across the floor. I like a broad who 
fights," Chuck said huskily as he dug his hand between their thrashing 
bodies and started searching for his zipper. 

Lynn jerked her head around suddenly and spat hard into Chuck's eyes. 

"You fuckin' bitch!" he yelled, trying to rub out the wad of spit. 

Lynn took advantage of his sudden weakness and scrambled to her feet. 

"No you don't," Chuck muttered as he grabbed the fleeing blonde hard around 
the ankles. Lynn staggered forward, nearly falling to the floor as she tried 
to shake free of the young man. She wheeled around and tried to kick him 
with her other foot. But he was too fast, scooting around on the floor and 
avoiding her kick as he pulled the trapped leg forward violently. The sudden 
jerky motion made Lynn lose her balance once more. She screamed and fought 
for balance, but it was useless. 

"UHHHHH!" Lynn cried as she crashed to the floor. The room spun violently 
around as she was aware of something scrambling up next to her, then rolling 
hard on top of her. "Please," she begged as the sudden weight of the young 
man knocked the breath out of her lungs. He was hurting her, mashing her 
body under his as he reached down and pulled the hem of her blue dress up to 
her waist. 

"A broad with panties. That's class," Chuck said, laughing obscenely as he 
clawed at the silky material of Lynn's briefs. 

"No, don't, oh God, don't rape me," Lynn sobbed, raising her right hand and 
putting her forefinger into her mouth. She bit the finger hard as she turned 
her head away from the grunting man and sobbed uncontrollably. She felt hot, 
burning tears welling up in her eyes as Chuck dug his fingers under the 
elastic waistband of her panties and pulled down. The sound of ripping 
material suddenly filled the room. 

"Oh yeah, mama. You've got good flesh. Yeah, bitch," Chuck said in a low, 
throaty murmur as he pawed Lynn's creamy thighs. The blonde let out a low 
growl of revulsion as she turned her head and looked at the lustful leer 
twisting the face of her attacker. She felt his hands digging at her skin, 
pulling at the flesh as he moved his fingers closer and closer to her cunt. 

"DON'T!" Lynn screamed, arching her back and tensing every muscle in her 
body as she felt Chuck cup her cuntal mound and squeeze hard. She twisted 
her body to the right, desperately trying to crawl out from under the 
disgusting rapist as he pressed his palm against the bottom junction of her 
outer labes while he dug his dirty fingers into the slit between her 
cuntlips. 

"All you bitches are alike. You scream no, when all you want's a little of 
this," Chuck said, jabbing his fingers down hard into her fuckhole. Lynn 
shrieked again, rolling her head wildly from left to right as she sobbed 
hysterically. Her fingers clawed wildly at the young man's chest and belly. 
But he kept on fingering her pussy, ripping at her twat. 

"No, no, no," Lynn groaned. Yet at the same time she found she was 
responding in a strange way to this man's violent attack. 

"Pig-slut, bitch," Chuck said, grunting as he reached down between them 
again and searched for his zipper. Lynn stopped thrashing so much, and in a 
second she heard the muffled metallic sound of the tab sliding down the 
teeth of the young man's fly. She heard him grunt with satisfaction, then 
felt him fumbling for something. In another second the blonde felt something 
hot and sticky pressing against her inner thighs. Lynn knew it was his cock. 

"Please, my daughter ... " Lynn pleaded. 

"She'll get hers later," Chuck said, laughing as he slid his fingers under 
her butt and lifted her legs high in the air. 

"Yeah, you really want this, don't you bitch?" Chuck sneered. The words 
stung Lynn's pride as she lay helpless under the big man's weight. She 
wasn't being raped now. She was a willing participant in a disgusting 
display of violent, kinky sex. The realization swept over her with 
disgusting clarity. In a final attempt of respectability, Lynn jerked her 
body hard to the left, managing to roll partly out from under Chuck's 
pressing body. 

"Forget it," he said in a menacing voice. Lynn felt something cold and hard 
pressing against the right side of her neck. Looking over and down she saw 
the young man holding a jackknife against her flesh. "I've used this before, 
baby. Don't let me scar up your pretty face, huh?" 

Lynn felt her blood chill as she let out a groan of defeat and rolled back 
on her ass. Chuck laughed in triumph, then slid the knife agonizingly slowly 
along the base of her throat to the top of her dress. Lynn strained her eyes 
down, watching the movement of that gleaming knife without making one single 
motion with her body. Her heart pounded crazily while the blood roared in 
her ears. Sweat poured out onto her hot skin as her flesh crawled with 
terror. 

Quickly Chuck lowered his free hand to the top of her dress and pulled the 
material up, slicing through the bodice with his knife. 

"Ohhhhh," Lynn cried out in horror, turning her head and sobbing wildly as 
she felt her dress being ripped open by this maniac. He laughed in a 
high-pitched shriek, then reached in and pulled violently at her bra. 

"Let's see them titties," he grunted. 

Lynn groaned, slithering her body slowly on the floor as she felt his icy 
fingers crawling into her bra. The strap pulled painfully against her sides 
and back as Chuck fumbled with her jiggling boobs. 

"Uhhhhh!" Lynn grunted as she felt his fingers slip further into her dress 
and fumble around until he unfastened the snap of her bra. With a quick 
jerk, he pulled the bra loose. Lynn's thunderous tits flopped up, then 
settled and trembled like loose jello on her heaving chest. 

"Goddamn!" Chuck gasped as he looked down at those big mounds. He moved his 
hands to her jugs, letting his fingers crawl like spiders over the tender 
marble-white tit skin until Lynn cried out with revulsion. 

The big man moved his right hand quickly up, bringing it down violently 
across the woman's right cheek. Lynn grunted from the blow, tears welling up 
once more in her eyes as she stared with horror and surprise at the grinning 
Chuck. 

"Just a sample of what you'll get," he said, lowering his body onto hers. He 
held the knife hard against her throat, threatening her if she put up a 
fight while he fondled her tit cruelly with his free hand. All the while 
Lynn felt his legs pushing hers apart while his cockhead pushed insistently 
against her cuntlips. With one final shove she felt that narrow dome slice 
into her pussy, jabbing deeper and deeper into her body. 

Lynn cried out in spite of Chuck's threats as she felt his long pole spear 
into her body. She could feel his uneven wet breath blasting against the 
side of her neck as he humped and humped his way to cumming. The steady 
sounds of his thighs slamming against hem filled the tiny reception room as 
his grunting became louder and more throaty. 

"UHHHHH," he finally groaned out in a long, low growl. His body stiffened, 
then shuddered as the first wad of jizz spattered into Lynn's violated 
snatch. 

"Ohhhh, God!" Lynn cried out as she felt the punk fill up her pussy. She 
turned her head and almost vomited as the young man grunted, humped and 
fired his jizz into her. 

 CHAPTER FOUR 

"Don't," Lynn pleaded as Chuck slid his hands under her arms and dragged her 
to her feet. The blonde pulled her raincoat around her ripped dress, 
shrinking back from the big man's touch as he kept on sneering at her. 

"Don't worry, babe. I'm not gonna do anything right now. Now get into that 
room," he said in a gruff voice as he shoved her forward in front of him. 

Lynn walked quickly, trying to keep her distance in front of the young man. 
She stifled her sobs, trying to ignore the sticky feeling between her legs. 
His cum was drying, making her pussylips stick together and cling itchily. 

"In there," Chuck said, shoving Lynn roughly into the emergency room. The 
blonde stumbled in, still clutching her raincoat tightly together at the 
throat as she moved to the right of the doorway and looked guiltily at her 
daughter. 

"Mama ... " Carol said, reaching out toward her mother. 

"Leave the bitch alone," Chuck said, sneering at the girl. "I just got 
through fucking the shit out of her," he said first to Carol, then turning 
around and grinning at his partners. 

"Good boy, Chuck," the tall dark-haired man still holding Phil prisoner 
against the wall said. 

"By the way, the guy over there's Bill and the one with the bitch there's 
Hank," Chuck said, pulling his knife back out of his pocket and flipping it 
open. He held it for a few seconds in front of his nose, peering at Lynn 
hotly over the blade and sneering at her. Then he moved the blade down, 
opening his mouth and starting to pick food from between his teeth with the 
gleaming tip. Lynn shuddered, turning away from the young man and wondering 
what was going to happen next. 

"Come on, Chuck. Let's get what we came for and get the fuck out of here," 
Hank said as he jerked Carol roughly against his body and started making 
kissing sounds between his lips. 

"Don't," Carol said, leaning away from the young blond and wrinkling up her 
face in disgust. 

"If she's anything like the mother, she'll come 'round when you stick a dick 
up her snatch," Chuck laughed and still picked food from between his teeth. 

"You pig," Lynn murmured as she watched her daughter being mauled in front 
of her. 

"Easy, baby, if you want a head on that pretty little neck of yours," Chuck 
said, stopping his picking motions and looking up at the blonde. Lynn 
shuddered again, rubbing her arms with her hands as she felt her flesh 
crawling with goose bumps. 

"Come on, doc. We came for the good stuff. You know, the morphine and 
cocaine you got in here," Bill said, pressing the sharp edge of the blade 
against the young intern's Adam's apple. "You cooperate, and we all walk out 
of here happy." 

"It's locked in the cabinet over there," Phil said, moving his eyes to the 
left and looking at a tall, white cabinet standing in the far corner of the 
room. 

"You got a key, open it," Bill said gruffly, pulling down the knife and 
backing away from the young intern. Phil straightened his uniform quickly, 
then walked to the cabinet as he fished the key out of his pocket. 

Lynn watched nervously as the young intern unlocked the cabinet, revealing 
three glass shelves stocked with narcotics. 

"Bingo, boys!" Bill cried out, smiling as he peered into the cabinet and saw 
the rows of medicinal bottles gleaming under the bright overhead fluorescent 
lights. Lynn watched as Chuck and Hank gathered the drugs from the cabinet, 
reading the labels carefully. 

"You pushing or using?" Phil asked after several minutes of silence. 

"Little of both, man, little of both," Chuck said under his breath as he 
stood up and straightened himself. He still held the knife he'd been picking 
his teeth with as a warning for Carol, Lynn and Phil not to try anything 
while they were loading up. "Just keep your cool, man, and we'll be out of 
here before you know it." 

Lynn choked back a sob as she closed her eyes and leaned against the cold 
tile wall behind her. She'd been brutally raped by that animal, then forced 
to appear in front of her daughter in this horrible condition. She couldn't 
guess what kind of effect this would have on the young girl. 

"I think we got it all," Hank said, checking the cabinet once more before 
standing up and walking up to Chuck. 

"You want a piece of that young pussy before we get the fuck out?" Chuck 
asked Bill and Hank. The two young men turned and looked at one another, 
grinning sheepishly. Then they turned to Carol. The young girl sucked in a 
deep breath, stepping back against the wall as she looked desperately at her 
helpless mother. 

"Why not?" Bill said. 

"You leave her alone," Phil said. He'd been standing next to the cabinet, 
almost forgotten by the three men as they were examining their take and 
Carol. He moved quickly, stepping between the young girl and Bill. But Hank 
and Chuck moved quicker. Four arms grabbed the young intern, jerking him 
away from Carol and throwing him against the wall. Phil's head snapped 
against the hard tiles, knocking him half unconscious as he sank quickly to 
the floor in a crumpled heap. Both women screamed at the violence as Hank 
and Bill ran up to the groaning intern and picked him up. Chuck moved 
quickly up to the staggering intern, doubling up his fists and sending them 
crashing into Phil's belly. The young intern staggered forward, then fell to 
his knees as he doubled up in pain. 

Hank moved quickly, driving the toe of his heavy boot into Phil's crotch 
with a sickening thud. Lynn turned her face and covered her ears as a 
piercing scream tore from Phil's throat. He fell vomiting at Chuck's feet. 

Carol felt a scream building up inside her. Her nostrils flared wide, 
dragging in air as she watched the merciless attack on the young doctor. She 
shifted her eyes to her mother. Lynn leaned more heavily against the white 
tile wall as she watched the carnage taking place in front of her. 

"Try to protect the young bitch, eh?" Chuck said, pressing the sole of his 
right shoe against the young intern's wrist. Phil groaned, the cry sounding 
like that of a wounded animal's. Lynn groaned out in horror as she heard the 
snapping sound of the young doctor's wrist breaking. His groans turned to 
shrieks of pain. "Shut up," Chuck said, swinging his boot back, then kicking 
through a wide arc into Phil's upturned, contorted face. Lynn and Carol 
heard Phil's teeth and jaw breaking. His head snapped back as his body 
jerked up and over from the force of the heavy blow. Drops of blood 
spattered through the room, some falling like a sticky, revolting rain onto 
Lynn's overcoat. The blond cried out in horror as she watched the young 
doctor fail backward and sink into unconsciousness. 

"He won't bother us anymore," Bill said, nudging the limp body with the toe 
of his boot. "Hey, what's that?" 

"Sounds like a dog barking," Chuck said, his body stiffening with 
nervousness as she crept to the half opened door they'd forced open earlier 
in the back of the clinic's emergency room. He poked his head tentatively 
out into the growing darkness of the foggy night and saw a large Doberman 
peering through the wire enclosure back at him. A twisted smile snaked its 
way across the young man's think lips as he turned slowly from the big 
animal. "Sure is a dog. A Doberman. Some guard dog," he said, laughing 
cruelly as he looked first at Lynn, then at Carol. "We don't have to leave 
right away," he said, lowering his right hand down to his crotch and staring 
harder at the two women. "Nobody's gonna come in here 'til Monday." 

"You can't leave him like that," Lynn said, looking down at the apparently 
lifeless intern. 

"Too bad about him," Chuck said. "Hold her," he said to both Bill and Hank. 
The two men moved quickly, grabbing Lynn tightly by both arms and pinning 
them hard behind her back. She cried out as a sharp pulling pain tore at her 
shoulder. Chuck walked up to Carol, leering at her as the young girl stepped 
back. 

"Please don't hurt me," she whimpered as she felt the wall behind the 
cabinet with her buttocks. 

"Ask your old lady if I hurt her," Chuck said, sneering at the young girl's 
terror. Then he reached forward quickly, wrapping his fingers tightly around 
the top of her uniform. With a quick downward jerk, he ripped open the 
front, sending several buttons showering into the air. 

"Don't!" Lynn cried, trying to twist free of the two laughing men. 

Chuck ignored the woman's pleas. He was all over the struggling young girl 
now, biting her neck and humping his crotch against hers as his hands ripped 
and tore at her uniform and bra. The room was filled with Carol's terrified 
cries and the sounds of ripping clothing. In a short time Chuck had ripped 
the white uniform off Carol, tearing her bra in two and shredding her white 
cotton panties with his powerful fingers. 

"Leave my daughter alone! Oh God!" Lynn groaned in horror. Her knees turned 
to rubber as she sank in helpless terror. Chuck turned from the whimpering, 
naked girl and looked at Lynn. The blonde hung almost limply, supported 
solely by the two men on either side of her. 

"Strip her," Chuck said, chuckling as Bill and Hank pulled her roughly along 
the floor and propped her by against the same, locked emergency room cart 
Carol had been fucked on a few hours before. Lynn stood horrified as the two 
young hoods peeled off her raincoat and tossed it carelessly to the floor. 
Her dress fell off easily, having been ripped almost in two by Chuck when he 
raped her in the reception room earlier. 

As the two men ripped her clothes from her swaying body, Lynn watched Chuck 
unbuckle his belt and pull it out from the loops of his Levi's. He wrapped 
the buckled end of the belt once around his big, dirty knuckles as he let 
the rest of the piece of wide, brown leather dangle in front of his crotch. 

"Always like to tenderize my meat before eating it," he said, swinging the 
heavy piece of leather back and forth in front of him like the arm of a 
pendulum as he advanced slowly toward Lynn. She backed up against the front 
edge of the emergency room cart as Bill and Hank moved away from her. Carol 
sank to her knees, whimpering and sobbing behind Chuck as he raised his hand 
to a striking position. 

"Let's hear you scream again," Chuck said as he snapped the long belt 
lightly with a quick flip of his wrist. 

Lynn shuddered, then turned quickly, pressing her exposed hairy snatch 
against the cold silver metal guard rails of the cart. As she wheeled 
around, Chuck brought the belt down. It bit flesh along the back of her 
ribs. 

"Agh!" Lynn squealed, her body jerking forward as her head snapped back. She 
felt her tits jiggling back and forth from the sudden movement as the three 
men laughed. 

Chuck swung the weapon over his head again, making the air whistle loudly in 
the room. Lynn turned her head around and watched the belt slice down, 
chewing into the tender flesh along her hips. She screamed mindlessly as the 
pain burned her quivering skin. She staggered to the left, stumbling along 
the length of the cart as she tried to escape the flailing leather belt. 

"A little faster, babe," Chuck said in a loud voice as Lynn's right foot 
struck one of the wheels of the cart and made her stagger off balance. Her 
hands reached out helplessly, grabbing nothing but air as she tumbled to the 
hard floor on her hands and knees. 

"Mama!" Carol called out again as Lynn gasped out in pain. Lynn turned 
around and saw Chuck bringing down his belt in a wide curve right at her 
face. The blonde cringed back, covering her eyes with her right hand as she 
tried to roll away. The leading edge of that wide brown leather belt cracked 
across her right buttock, sending painful spasms through the woman's body. 

But in addition to the pain Lynn began to feel a bright, almost pleasurable 
warmth explode through her body. It radiated from her buttock, seeping into 
her pussy and up to her tits. Lynn felt her heart beating strangely and her 
mind spinning around in this new and terrifying response to the beating. 

She whimpered again, uncovering her eyes and looking up as Chuck swung the 
belt in the air above his head like a lasso. As the pointed tip snapped 
down, Lynn wondered how much more heat would explode through her body. She 
wondered why she was reacting to this beating in this perverted way. 

"OHHHH!" she cried as the tip caught the lower curve of her buttocks. Then 
nothing happened. Lynn panicked as she waited for the next blow. Why was 
Chuck pausing? Then the blonde realized she was almost waiting for the strap 
to come slicing through her skin. The idea of that big young man towering 
over her menacingly with the strap sent delicious chills up and down Lynn's 
spine. 

He grunted with satisfaction as he surveyed his victim cowering on the 
floor. Chuck turned around and saw Bill and Hank smirking at Lynn, laughing 
as they made one or two obscene comments on the welts beginning to form on 
her asscheeks and chest. Chuck grunted again, then brought the belt down 
again, tearing it across her soft asscheeks. Lynn recoiled, crawling on her 
elbows and belly away from the big man. The cold tile floor bit into her 
nipples as another stroke of the belt made her body jerk sharply to the 
right. The pain brought tears to the blonde's eyes. But the resulting heat 
radiating to her clit made her cuntlips swell quickly with lust. 

Again the belt sliced into her back. Again the heat from that wound snapped 
at her clit. Once again Lynn whimpered, then screamed as her knees jerked up 
toward her aching belly. 

Then Chuck stopped. She waited on the floor, feeling every ounce of strength 
draining out of her from the pain and from the delicious tight feeling 
gripping her cunt. Lynn let the forbidden feelings wash over her like a 
sexual tide. It engulfed her clit and tits, making the woman moan like a 
bitch dog in heat. She prayed Carol would think the groans were from pain 
and not from the agonizing ecstasy making her pussy run with frothy hot 
juice. 

Then she heard the sound of the belt being thrown on the floor. Lynn forced 
her head up and turned it around to see what Chuck had in store for her. 
Behind the two widely spread legs Lynn could see her daughter's flushed face 
contorted with pain and disbelief. Tears streamed from Carol's face freely 
as she sobbed and shook her head slowly back and forth. Her chin trembled as 
she raised her right hand and wiped her nose. 

Lynn raised her eyes and saw Chuck's familiar big cock protruding out from 
his now-opened Levi's. The big, purple head dripped pre-cum, the sticky 
opaque fluid hanging in strings from the wide pissslit. His lower jaw worked 
back and forth as he studied the blonde's firm, rounded gleaming ass globes. 
Lynn wanted to spin around on her ass; but she was afraid she'd be inviting 
a fucking or, worse yet, a beating on her tender pussy. 

Chuck reached down and shoved his jeans down to his knees, moving quickly 
forward and falling between Lynn's widely spread legs before the woman had a 
chance to move away. 

"Don't!" Lynn protested, clenching her fingers into two tight fists and 
beating at the floor as she felt crushed by the sudden weight of Chuck's 
heavy, muscular body. Her tits were flattened against the floor as she felt 
the big man's hands jamming under her belly and pinching her tender flesh. 
Lynn closed her eyes and sobbed loudly, thrashing her body as best she could 
as she tried to shake the laughing Chuck off her back. 

But nothing could stop him from what he planned for her. She felt his hot, 
slick cock slip into the tight crevice running between her high-riding 
asscheeks. His pre-cum was oiling down the hot flesh, greasing up the 
asscrack for the thick rod. Lynn let her head fall limply to the floor as 
tears flowed freely out of her eyes and on to the floor. Chuck's fingers dug 
more painfully into her sides, aggravating the welts that were beginning to 
mushroom up now from the savage whipping he'd just given her. The big man 
pressed his head against hers, nibbling at her ear and whispering 
obscenities into it as he hunched back for the initial thrust into her 
shithole. 

 CHAPTER FIVE 

Lynn's eyelids fluttered open and her eyeballs bugged out as she felt Chuck 
move his right hand from under her belly to her asscrack, shoving his 
fingers into the tight crevice and running them up and down until he found 
the brown wrinkled skin surrounding her tight hole. He stretched the opening 
as best he could with one hand, tugging on the hot flesh with his forefinger 
and thumb while he tried to work the other fingers into the tiny musky 
opening. 

"Goddd," Lynn shuddered as she felt Chuck move his other hand to her ass. He 
was spreading open her cheeks, molding the firm, heavy flesh of her ass. She 
could feel the cool air of the room blowing into the hot, tight shithole as 
Chuck grunted with satisfaction. His cock was still digging into her 
asscrack. Then she felt something warm and gooey spattering against her 
tight tunnel. Lynn craned her neck around and saw the big man dripping thick 
gobs of saliva from his half-opened mouth onto her exposed hole. The sight 
made the blonde want to vomit. 

Slowly Chuck moved his cock up the tight crevice toward the spit-drenched 
hole. At the same time he pulled the full cheeks apart as hard as best he 
could, digging his fingers into her whipped sides as he towered over her and 
positioned his stiff dong until it was poised directly over her bunghole. 

Lynn held her breath as she felt Chuck bear down on her, grunting with the 
effort as he tried to rape her ass. 

"AHHHHH," Lynn sighed with pain as she felt the thick, meaty head pushing 
past the tight ring of muscle around her shitchute and slipping into the 
first few inches of her hole. There was a painful, aching sensation shooting 
out from her ass and telegraphing into her cunt. The blonde could feel 
Chuck's hot nuts brushing the tops of her buttcheeks as he sucked in a deep 
breath and bore down again. 

"OHHHHHH!" Lynn cried out as she felt her shitter suddenly catch fire. The 
sphincter muscle surrounding her brown wrinkled shithole skin gave way 
suddenly, admitting the thick cock into her bowels. Lynn's clit suddenly 
popped up, throbbing and pulsating with lust as the big man sank the final 
few inches of his prick into her asshole. While the woman groaned with 
forbidden pleasure, Chuck lowered himself completely onto her back, sliding 
his hands completely under her thighs until his fingers were caressing the 
pulpy, hot, slick tissues of her outer labes. Lynn jerked her hips up 
involuntarily, giving the man more room to play with her frothing cunt. 

Chuck grunted again in approval as he hunched his hips up and dragged his 
cock out three inches, then humped forward and slung the hot dickmeat back 
into her. At the same time he peeled back her fleshy outer labes, running 
his dirtied, calloused fingertips along her small inner cuntlips. 
Occasionally the big man brushed her clit, laughing almost in a growl when 
he did. Lynn couldn't help but cry out then with pleasure, kicking her legs 
as best she could and squirming as her mind buzzed insanely with wild 
pleasure. 

Now he was strumming her meaty clit, pinching the tiny mound of sex flesh 
until Lynn thought she'd go out of her mind. She screamed and groaned, 
begging him between sobbing spasms to stop. But Chuck only laughed, slinging 
his thick meat into her aching asshole while his balls screwed up tighter 
and tighter to the fat root of his prick. 

The woman's face was flushed and swollen now, twisted up in an unbelievable 
expression of agonized ecstasy as Chuck pinched her clit, then rolled it 
like a pea from side to side. The resulting sharp bolt of pleasure jolted 
her body so badly Lynn thought she'd piss from excitement. 

Then it happened. She felt Chuck stiffen above her, then flop down 
completely, crushing her under his massive muscular weight as his fingers 
dug painfully into the slick membranes of her juicy pussy. He was pulling 
out tufts of her cunt hair unknowingly as his cock started to fire wads of 
hot jizz into her shitter. 

Lynn cried out as she felt the sticky spunk blasting into her. It was like 
getting a wild barium enema. She felt her brain flare up white as her pussy 
contracted and came. The scalding jelly burned her shitter as her clit 
throbbed and beat out a rhythm of unspeakable loving pleasure. 

"Jesus, she's one hell of a bitch to ride," Chuck said, grunting like a 
satisfied pig as he slipped his limp dick out of her shithole. 

"What about the daughter?" Hank asked, turning around and staring hotly at 
Carol with his buddy, Bill. 

"I don't know. Why don't the two of you try her out." 

"Please, oh God, PLEASE!" Carol groaned, tucking her slender legs under her 
young ass and crossing her arms protectively over her tits. She glanced down 
at her mother for help. But Lynn was in another world. "Don't do anything to 
hurt me," she pleaded helplessly. 

"Oh baby, why you thinkin' that?" Hank sneered. 

"Goddamn it!" Chuck said nervously, signaling his cronies with his right 
hand to keep it down. The emergency room was silent for a few seconds as the 
three men listened carefully. "Just that fuckin' mutt," Chuck said with 
disgust. 

"Hey, what about the mutt?" Hank said, turning his head and looking 
meaningfully at Bill. 

"What?" his buddy echoed. 

"You know what I mean," Hank said, glancing down at Carol, then looking over 
at Chuck. The two men smiled as if they were reading each other's mind. 

"You know how to handle a Doberman?" Chuck asked. 

"Used to train dogs back in Nam. I can handle one goddamned Doberman, even 
if he is a guard dog," Hank said, walking quickly out of the emergency room 
into the backyard enclosure. 

Carol heard the sound of wild barking followed by wild cursing. The growling 
seemed to grow louder, then turn almost into a gurgling choking as Hank's 
loud voice filled the room. She waited nervously, wondering what they had in 
store for her. Her mother lay quietly on the floor, sobbing and clawing at 
the tiles with her fingers while Phil lay bleeding only a few feet away from 
her knees. The whole scene seemed like a nightmare to her. She wanted to 
scream down the walls. But in fact her mother had done that and nothing had 
happened. It was no surprise. The clinic was bordered on one side by an open 
field, and on the opposite by a set of four railroad tracks and several 
empty warehouses. No homes were within blocks of the place. 

"Think he's comin' back," Bill said, running his fingers through his closely 
cropped brown hair. 

Hank walked into the room holding the Doberman tightly by a brightly studded 
black leather collar. His powerful black jaws leaked spittle, some of it 
frothing at the back of his black leathery lips as his big eyeballs rolled 
nervously in his head. His long, dark pink tongue hung out of the right side 
of his mouth. Carol shuddered as she stared at the prancing animal. His 
blue/black coat shimmered under the bright fluorescent lighting. The muscles 
quivered under his taunt skin as his uneven breathing seemed to roar in the 
young girl's ears. She wanted to call out to her prostrate mother in fear. 
But the girl was afraid to attract any more attention to herself. 

"Think he'll obey?" Chuck said, arching his eyebrows as he zipped up his fly 
and stood to one side of the cart. The animal looked curiously at Phil, then 
shifted his pointed head slightly and stared at Lynn's upturned buttocks. He 
pulled forward, dragging Hank behind him as he sniffed at the leaking jizz 
still oozing out of her bunghole. 

"Who knows? He's hot for pussy, I think," Hank said as he let the dog drag 
him along. The three men watched curiously as the big dog sniffed at Lynn's 
naked ass. His pointed ears tilted forward as his snout descended closer 
toward the oozing asshole. 

"Uhhhhh," Lynn moaned as she felt something cold and wet touching her butt. 
The woman opened her eyes and lifted her head, turning to see what was 
touching her. One look at the big black animal and his shuddering body 
jerked Lynn into consciousness. She slithered forward, startled, tucking her 
long legs under her as she tried to get away from the amazed animal. Her 
eyes widened with terror as she covered her pussy protectively with both 
hands. "What are you doing with that animal in here?" 

Chuck, Hank and Bill just laughed. 

"Your daughter's gonna find out soon," Hank sneered. 

"She'll be trouble. Tie her up with the patient restraints over there," 
Chuck ordered. Bill pulled several long linen restraints out of a 
half-opened cabinet drawer and walked over to Lynn. The woman looked up 
pleadingly, whimpering as he tied two of them tightly to her wrists. The 
cloth nearly cut off circulation in her hands as Bill finished knotting them 
to her arms, then pulled her across the floor to the locked emergency cart. 
He quickly fastened the other ends of the two restraints to the front two 
supports of the cart double knotting them to make sure the woman couldn't 
get away. Lynn noticed immediately she was facing her daughter and the big 
Doberman. 

"Hey, little girl. Wanna see what a good licking can do for a broad?" Hank 
said in a tiny, mock childish voice to Carol. 

The young girl looked up at the three men then over at her mother, and 
finally at the dog. She was paralyzed with terror. Her body shook 
convulsively as a cold sweat broke out on her forehead and under her arms. 

"Your mama's gonna show you something," Hank said, pulling the dog around 
until he was facing the cringing blonde. "Go on and feed, boy, feed," Hank 
said as he crouched down and whispered the words into the Doberman's pointy 
left ear. 

Lynn's eyes bugged out as she watched the dog's powerful jaws open. His 
gleaming white teeth looked like rows of hundreds of razor-sharp blades set 
perfectly in a soft, wet pink lining. Spittle rolled out of that opened 
mouth, dripping down to the floor in long crystal strings. 

"Keep 'em apart or I'll have him rip your snatch apart," Hank warned her. 

Lynn whimpered, then relaxed her leg muscles as she watched the animal as 
closely as if she were a hunted, cornered sewer rat. 

"Go on, boy," Hank urged, letting go of the big animal's collar and giving 
him an encouraging shove forward. 

The big Doberman moved forward cautiously, sniffing the air gingerly as he 
strained his pointed, strong head ahead. Lynn pushed her head back until it 
was pressing hard against the stainless steel support columns. Her legs 
trembled with fear as the Doberman crept between her widely splayed thighs. 

"Oh God, help me," the blonde cried out, closing her eyes and breaking down 
into helpless, wild sobs of despair as she felt the hot, wet breath of the 
dog blowing gently against her cunt. Chuck and Hank laughed as they watched 
the big dog lower his head and take a big sniff at the woman's dark red 
cuntal slit. His ears perked up as he seemed to like what he smelled. 

Lynn opened her eyes again and noticed the big dog's body trembling. She 
looked down and behind and saw his cocksheath jerking around. In another 
second she saw a red, pointy, worm-like thing oozing out from the black, 
furry cocksheath that twitched and bobbed up against the Doberman's muscular 
belly as if it had a life of its own. His fuzzy cumsacs jiggled and screwed 
up tightly against the thick root of his knobby prong with excitement as his 
eyes bore down into Lynn's. The blonde could sense the savage, powerful lust 
radiating out of the powerful animal's body as he peeled back his rubbery 
black lips and revealed that terrifying row of white, gleaming crisscrossed 
teeth lining his dark pink gums. The big dog's black nose twitched as he 
took another sniff at the woman's exposed pussy. 

The Doberman crept forward, one giant black paw in front of the other as 
Lynn scooted her firm asscheeks back as far as she could. The blonde could 
feel the cold stainless steel supports of the cart she was tied to pressing 
against her sweating back. Her slender fingers clawed helplessly at the air 
as she pulled her head back and turned her face away from the approaching 
dog. The big black animal's growling sent shivers of horror and revulsion 
through her trembling body. Her mind buzzed as beads of sweat broke out on 
the terrified woman's forehead. She was about to be touched by an animal, 
about to be subjected to the lowest form of sexual degradation imagined by 
man. And all this was to take place in front of her daughter! Lynn groaned 
with despair and horror, opening her eyes and turning her head around again 
to face the big animal. 

"UhhhhhOOHHHHH!" the blonde cried out. Her knees trembled, then snapped 
toward one another as the Doberman lowered his powerful head and pushed his 
cold nose gently against her cuntlips. Lynn felt the soft membrane peel back 
slightly from the pressure. The Doberman's hot, wet breath drifted into her 
fuckhole, sending shivers of revulsion through the writhing woman's body. 

Lynn groaned again, rolling her head wildly from side to side against the 
front edge of the cart while she pulled and jerked at the restraining ropes 
binding her wrists to the steel columns. She rocked her ass on the cold tile 
floor, moving it first left, then right as she tried to save her pussy from 
the animal's attack. 

"God help me! God in heaven, help me!" the blonde cried in a strained voice 
as hot tears of shame and fear welled up in her terrified eyes, then spilled 
down onto her flushed cheeks. Lynn's mouth twisted into an expression of 
disgust and horror as she watched the big dog's body tremble with sexual 
fury. Her toes curled tightly around while the blonde rubbed the backs of 
her legs helplessly against the floor as she tried to back away from the 
Doberman. 

"Too much for you, honey?" Chuck sneered. 

"Fuck, let's get some of this coke out and have some fun while the bitch 
gets it," Hank said, pulling out a bottle of white powder and handing it 
over to Bill. 

"You think the kid wants a snort?" Bill asked, leaning over and looking 
hotly at Carol. The young brunette didn't hear or see what the men were 
doing only a few feet away from her. Her eyes were glued to her mother who 
was moaning and trying desperately to protect her bare snatch from the 
growling Doberman's vicious attack. 

"Come on, baby," Bill said, scooting over on his ass and grabbing Carol 
tightly around the neck. The young girl cried out in surprise, then tried 
struggling with the big man. But Bill was too strong. He held her tightly 
with one powerful arm while he pushed a small amount of cocaine up to her 
nose. 

The young girl turned her face away, choking back the sobs as she felt his 
grip grow tighter and more painful around her wrist. 

"Take it," he said savagely, shoving the white powder almost up her nostrils 
as he dug his powerful fingers into her sides. The girl inhaled sharply from 
the sharp pain around her waist, inadvertently inhaling the pinch of coke in 
front of her. 

Carol cried out, then started coughing and sneezing violently as Bill let 
her go and went back to his buddies laughing. The young girl fell to her 
knees, raising both hands and grabbing her throat as she felt suddenly dizzy 
and light-headed. Carol pulled her head up and looked at her mother through 
a brightly colored pleasant haze building in her mind. Suddenly the horror 
of the scene disappeared, replaced by a pleasant, even erotic, euphoria. The 
girl smiled, then rocked back on her heels as she moved her right hand over 
her naked pussy and started playing with her outer labes. The sudden change 
in the young girl's attitude didn't go unnoticed by the coke-snorting gang. 

"Godddd," Lynn shuddered as the dog moved forward. Her screaming and 
thrashing had startled the big animal into a temporary retreat. He'd backed 
up a foot and stared confusedly at the helpless woman. His big ears pointed 
forward while his belly panted with excitement. The temporary standoff 
ended. He let out a loud bark, then started moving slowly back to the 
woman's quivering snatch. 

"Please," she said through her tightly clenched teeth as she could feel the 
Doberman's breath once more drifting through her pussy hairs. Then his cold 
nose was touching her labes once more, pushing tentatively forward into her 
hot fuck tunnel as the emergency room was filled with Carol's soft giggling. 

 CHAPTER SIX 

Lynn felt the muscles in her inner thighs cramp up painfully as the Doberman 
pushed his pointed, furry snout into her snatch. She felt her pussylips peel 
apart, unsticking as the dog growled lower and more excitedly. Cold sweat 
covered her body as she threw back her head and let out a high-pitched, thin 
wail of despair. Her arms pulled desperately at the tight, binding ropes, 
making her muscles bulge out. The veins stood out in her flushed forehead as 
her heart pounded wildly, threatening to rip through her chest. The blonde's 
face was streaked with rivulets of tears as she sobbed uncontrollably in 
front of the savage animal. Lynn tried to cry out and beg the men to let her 
go. But her mouth was too swollen and dry from terror for her to say 
anything intelligible. 

"AHHHHH!" she screamed as the cold nose started to scrape along the slick, 
warm inner membranes of her pussy. Lynn started to think of those rows of 
sharp teeth gleaming under the bright overhead light. She pictured them 
slicing through her tender pussyflesh, tearing into her helpless pussy until 
her cunt filled with blood while she sat helplessly bound to the cart. Lynn 
whimpered, jerking her head to the right and raising her buttocks as she 
tried once more to escape this onslaught. The big Doberman wasn't about to 
be put off this time. Rearing back, the big dog chewed somewhat lightly her 
hip, drawing a small trickle of blood from the flesh covering the bone. As 
the razor-like teeth dug in, Lynn shrieked, jerking her body so hard it 
moved the locked cart across the floor about two inches. The blonde's 
violent screaming finally toned down into meaningless babble as Chuck 
watched her with an amused grin which turned colder and uglier as the 
seconds ticked by. 

"That's what you'll get if you try anything more with him," the big man 
said, taking another snort of coke as he chuckled obscenely. 

Lynn sobbed helplessly, her throat becoming raw and hoarse from the tension 
and strain. Finally the blonde looked up at the big dog. He still stood 
trembling between her widely splayed legs. His snout was coated with a thin 
layer of her cuntjuice, while a small band of blood embellished his upper 
lip. The blonde shuddered, then closed her eyes and hung her head limply on 
her chest. There was no escaping this degrading, killing, merciless 
humiliation about to be inflicted upon her. She couldn't escape. All the 
woman could do was submit to whatever Chuck and his pals gave her and pray 
that she'd have her day of revenge. 

The animal moved closer and closer, lowering his head to the level of her 
pussy while he kept his big brown eyes tightly fastened to Lynn's face. The 
blonde groaned again, stiffening every muscle in her body as the now 
familiar sensation of the Doberman's hot breath filled her inner thighs and 
snatch. 

Then the nose was back again, pushing into her pussy lightly. But this time 
there was something new. The big dog moved back slightly, opening his mouth 
and pushing his long, dripping wet tongue out and onto her furry twat. At 
first Lynn felt her stomach turn over and contract, threatening to send a 
load of bile through her mouth. 

But then something strange happened. The terror, the sheer helplessness and 
overpowering degradation of the situation was actually turning Lynn on in a 
way she'd never dreamed of before. There was something warming, sexually 
exciting in being humiliated like this. She felt small, insignificant, 
universally dirty and defiled by these men and this dog. The big-titted 
blonde bit her lower lip, sobbing at this realization. Yet it was something 
she couldn't put out of her head. Her body was sweating and trembling 
now--but this time, it was due at least in part to what was happening in 
front of her. 

"OHHHHH," Lynn cried as she felt the long, hot wet tongue slurp up her 
pussy, pulling the blonde cunthairs up and laying them flat against her 
swelling, hot pussylips. Why was she feeling so weak? Why were her slender 
shoulders shaking? And there was that big, swelling ball of tightness in her 
belly, growing until it spread down to her pussy and up to her jiggling 
titties. Lynn gasped as she worked her fingers helplessly in the air. Her 
knees involuntarily spread apart as she sagged down from her bounds and 
opened herself up to the licking animal. 

"I think she's startin' to like it," Chuck commented as Lynn's breathing 
became irregular. She was panting, panting like the dog standing in front of 
her with his big tongue sloshing up and down her swelling, heating, 
tightening pussy. 

"OHHHHhh," Lynn cried out hotly again, rolling her head against the front 
edge of the emergency room cart as hot rivulets of dog spit oozed down her 
inner thighs and seeped into her asscrack. The big dog shoved her thighs 
further apart with his handsome black head and started to wash his tongue 
over her thighs and bottoms of her asscheeks. Lynn felt herself floating 
mindlessly in a sea of warm wetness as the Doberman's growls echoed through 
the room. 

The blonde sucked in a deep breath as the big dog suddenly applied more 
pressure to his tongue. The sudden, scalding force of his powerful tongue as 
it peeled her cuntlips apart made the woman jerk her knees up and apart even 
further. The big dog growled low in his throat and braced his paws on the 
floor as he pressed up and in. One wet lick rubbed over her clit. Lynn's 
eyelids fluttered open and her eyes bugged out as she bit blood from her 
bottom lip. What was she coming to? She was actually enjoying this horrible 
scene of depravity. The blonde cried out in anger, then changed her shout of 
hatred to whimpers of delight as the wet tongue sloshed once more over her 
mound of sputtering sex flesh. 

The big dog pressed harder. Lynn felt the cheeks of her ass press harder 
against one of the front steel columns of the locked cart. No one could have 
made the dog stop now. He was wrapped in his own sexual frenzy as he sopped 
and licked up the now-flowing juices of the blonde's pussy. Lynn wouldn't 
have wanted anyone to stop what was going on now. She felt a strange, 
elating kind of hot wetness gripping her body. Her big tits swayed lazily 
across her sweat-streaked chest as her nipples poked themselves stiffly out 
into the air. Blonde locks of her hair clung wetly to her dampened forehead 
as Lynn's eyes glazed over and rolled up into her head. 

"No, no, no," Lynn groaned weakly, rolling her head from one shoulder to the 
other. Hair hung in her eyes as she felt every ounce of strength draining 
from her body. Lynn's cunt ached from the tension of the big animal was 
stoking up in her snatch. The friction, that rubbing of one wet surface 
against another, was driving the blonde out of her mind. Her knees trembled 
violently now as she felt her pussy screwing up tighter and tighter under 
the big dog's attack. Her nipples felt as if they'd tweak off her jiggling 
boobs. Her ears roared with the slick clicking sound of the Doberman's 
tongue against the folds of her pussyflesh. She could feel bolts of 
white-hot sexual heat cutting through her like the teeth of a rusty saw. 

"OHHHHHH," Lynn sighed as she felt the inner, wet surfaces of her cunt 
rubbing together. The woman was helping the big animal now, rolling her firm 
ass on the floor and grinding her thighs up and down as she milked her pussy 
flesh together with those body movements. At the same time she squeezed more 
hot juice out of her fuckhole. The Doberman growled as he lapped up the tiny 
river of pungent fluid, growling for more as Lynn sighed, whimpered and 
groaned with delight. 

His tongue had completely wet her. He whined alternately with growling. His 
strong body quivering with tension as his tongue went wild. His tongue 
slopped over the tender inner skin of her thigh. Each hard, wet hot lick 
brought floods of juice from her cunt and made her belly contract with 
delight. Lynn felt ecstatic. She squirmed shamelessly on the floor, her hot 
assflesh squeaking over the sweat covered tiles as she rolled up and hunched 
up to the big dog's snout. Lynn knew the big dog was tasting her. She could 
tell from his reaction he was more than pleased with her response to his 
licking. The blonde opened her eyes and looked down at the big, dark red 
knobby swaying thing bobbing back and forth between the Doberman's muscular 
hindquarters. At first she'd been afraid of that knotty spear. Now all she 
could think of was how it might feel peeling back her cuntlips and sinking 
slowly into her cunt. 

"Uhh, ohhh, fuck," Lynn babbled, her head tossing back and forth at the 
strange tensions gripping her body. Gently and delicately, the Doberman's 
long pink tongue curled around her tiny inner cuntlips, stroked her clit 
until the blonde thought she'd scream from the delicious agony. She pulled 
savagely at the ropes cutting into her wrists. Lynn didn't want to crawl 
away now. She felt like throwing her arms around the big dog, hugging his 
powerful head tightly against her juicy pussy as she hiked her legs up and 
locked them tightly around the animal's belly. Lynn yelped loudly, then sank 
once more into blissful semi-consciousness as she could feel the big 
animal's hot breath tickle her cuntal curls. 

"Yes, yes, yes," Lynn moaned. She didn't care what was happening to her now. 
She felt her pussy turning into a squishy, steamy mess between her thighs as 
the dog's tongue plowed through her cunt with more frenzy. Lynn moved her 
ass up as much as she could, trying to give the dog more of her cunt to eat. 
The Doberman sensed the excitement ripping through her body. He whimpered 
through his nose, bathing the very bottom of her asscheeks with his hot 
spit. Then he lapped back into the split of her asscheeks. Soon he was 
teasing her tight bunghole, licking the brown wrinkled skin with the tip of 
his tongue while his big forepaws pushed against her inner thighs. Lynn 
cried out wildly. It felt so good to be that hot and wet down between her 
legs. A red haze slowly lowered itself over the blonde's eyes. Through the 
buzzing in her mind the woman realized she was about to climax in a wild 
series of spasms. 

"Oh, nooooooo," Lynn moaned. Her arms pulled wildly at the ropes. Her clit 
burned like a flaming jewel from the lapping friction. The places between 
her curling toes tingled strangely as she felt the air scorched in her 
expanded lungs. Every tiny hollow of her cunt seemed peeled back now, 
completely exposed to the big dog's moving, licking tongue. The Doberman 
nuzzled and licked and pressed his nose against her soaked cunt. Lynn gasped 
and babbled to him as he kept on fucking her with his snout and tongue. The 
blonde slowly dragged her legs together, hiking up her knees to give him 
more licking room while she pressed her thighs tightly against the furry 
coat. The stiff tickle of his short hair made the woman yowl with sexual 
fury. Drool leaked from the corner of her mouth as she moved her ass up, 
then let it fall back again. She twisted slightly from side to side, then 
arched up to give him more room to concentrate on her clit. 

"Ohhhh ... Uhhhh ... " Lynn cried. She didn't care what happened to her any 
more. All she could think about was the terrible aching tension gripping her 
pussy and the release she was skyrocketing toward. 

"Take it in, babe," Chuck said, laughing almost uncontrollably as he watched 
Lynn's frantic sexual acrobatics. 

"Eat it up, babe," Hank said, laughing with his friend and taking another 
snort of coke. 

Bill might have added his comment. But he was busy curled up with Carol, his 
right arm around her bare shoulder while his left hand was caressing her 
bare thighs. The young brunette didn't seem to notice him. She was drifting 
off in a world of her own, her head rolling lazily against the wall behind 
her while her glazed eyes seemed locked on her bucking, hunching mother. A 
dreamy smile was on her full lips as Bill moved his calloused fingers across 
her flat belly, then down past her navel to the jungle of black pussy hairs 
covering her cuntal mound. 

"More, uhhh, more," Lynn begged. She wanted her cunt filled up. Her pussy 
walls spasmed. She could feel the muscles in her twat trying to grab the 
dog's black nose. She quivered on the brink of her climax. The big muscles 
in her thighs and ass cramped. If only she could have something pushing 
against the itching, aching walls of her snatch. 

"UHHHHH! AHH!" Lynn moaned. The cords stood out in her neck as the Doberman 
nuzzled his snout between her cuntlips. She felt her pussy roar with climax. 
If a cock were in her now she'd be milking it with those swollen, fat labes. 
Lynn's mind burned at the thought, and her ass bucked against the Doberman's 
parted jaws. His teeth cut her slightly, bringing babbling groans of 
pleasure from her throat. The woman pressed her knees more tightly against 
the Doberman's hot, trembling body. She tossed her head like a madwoman now, 
feeling her own hair whipping in soft tangles across her face as she felt 
herself finally falling over the brink and cumming. 

"UHHHHHH," Lynn cried in a low, broken throaty voice. She felt her crotch 
fill up with an itching, teasing fire. She quivered and throbbed while she 
bucked her body wildly. Her back scraped against the front metal columns of 
the cart as the Doberman kept licking and nuzzling against her cunt. Hot, 
salty-tasting juice flooded out onto the animal's snout, wetting down the 
short fur as the wet sounds of tongue against pussy squished and squeaked 
louder than before. Her orgasm was achingly s low. It wasn't at all as sharp 
and fast as when a man fucked her snatch. Lynn couldn't seem to get enough 
friction for the kind of orgasm she needed to completely satisfy herself. 
But it was enough to keep the delirious waves of ecstatic climax flowing. 

When Lynn opened her eyes again, she saw the dog still standing between her 
widely splayed legs. His eyes glistened and rolled in his forehead. The 
blonde sighed, wanting to reach out and pet the big dog gratefully. Then 
gradually the reality of the situation came back to her. What had she done? 
What had she felt? She, a respectable housewife in Los Angeles, had 
committed one of the foulest acts of sexual perversion--and in front of all 
these men. It was bad enough to have had to go through with something like 
this. But even that could be forgiven if she had put up some kind of 
resistance. But Lynn hadn't done that at all. She enjoyed it, welcomed the 
humiliation and the resultant sexual depravity that went along with it. Lynn 
groaned and turned her head away from the dog, feeling her face redden with 
shame as Chuck and the other men broke out into loud laughter in front of 
her. 

"Well, bitch, you really put on one hell of a show," Chuck said, standing 
and swaying from side to side. The coke had begun to work on his 
equilibrium. "But poor old dawg's still got a hard-on." 

Lynn looked furiously at the tall, young man. She wanted to claw his face 
off with her fingernails. He was standing in front of her, laughing at her 
deplorable condition while he sniffed dope and degraded both her and her 
daughter. 

"Carol," Lynn cried out almost under her breath as she thought of the young 
girl for the first time since her cunt-licking. She saw her daughter sitting 
spread-eagle in the corner of the room. Bill was almost on top of her, 
stroking her pussylips with his right hand while he fingered her big boobs 
with his left. "Leave her alone!" Lynn cried out, her arms jerking the thick 
restraining ropes tied tightly around her wrists. 

The men just laughed at her, Hank encouraging Bill to fuck the girl in front 
of the mother just to watch Lynn's reaction. 

"Can't get the fucker up," Bill said, reaching down with his left hand and 
cupping his groin. "This fuckin' coke does shit for my cock." 

"Hey, don't worry about it. We've got one hell of a substitute for you," 
Chuck said, nodding toward the big Doberman. 

"Oh, no, not my daughter!" Lynn said, her forehead wrinkling up in horror as 
she looked first at the men, then at the dog, then at Carol. "Oh God, she's 
too young. Don't do this to her!" the woman begged. 

"She's probably been fuckin' men a lot more than you have, babe. But maybe 
we can take care of Bowser with you first," Chuck said, turning around and 
winking sleepily at Hank and Bill. The two men looked curiously at Chuck, 
then seemed to read his mind. Sick smiles curled up their lips as they 
staggered to their feet and joined Chuck as he walked up to Lynn. 

The blonde tilted her head up, watching Chuck closely as he bent down and 
untied the ropes fastening her wrists to the cart. 

"Ohhhh," Lynn moaned in thanks as she brought down her aching arms and 
rubbed her sore wrists together. In a second she felt Chuck's powerful hands 
slipping under her arms, hiking her to her feet. Next to her Lynn heard the 
Doberman whining in confusion. 

"Take care of him for a few minutes," Chuck said as he lifted Lynn up in the 
air and sat her down on the cold leather surface of the cart. 

 CHAPTER SEVEN 

Lynn sat quietly on the edge of the locked cart. Her legs dangled limply 
down toward the floor as she crossed her arms in front of her tits and 
shivered in the cool air of the room. Gooseflesh dotted her flesh as she 
watched Chuck move to a tall, white wooden cabinet at the other end of the 
room. He pulled open the bottom drawer and smiled at what he saw. Lynn 
looked nervously at the big man as he reached in and pulled out a set of 
stirrups. They clanged loudly together as he brought them over to the cart. 

"What are you doing?" Lynn asked nervously as she watched him insert the 
stirrups into slots located at opposite ends of the cart. 

"Whadaya think?" Chuck slurred as he finished looping the material through 
the hooks at the curved end of the stirrups. "Slide over," he ordered, 
indicating with his right hand the position he wanted Lynn to take. 

The blonde followed directions reluctantly, bringing up her legs until her 
knees pressed against her tits, then swiveling around on her bare ass until 
she was facing the stirrups. Chuck reached over and forced the blonde to 
scoot down. When her ass was nearly hanging over the front edge of the cart, 
Chuck moved quickly and pushed her legs high in the air. In a few seconds 
Lynn's ankles were hooked into the loops dangling from the edge of the 
stirrups. Her bare ass rolled up, exposing her dripping pussy to the air. 

"This is for the mutt," Chuck said, bending down and unfastening a bolt just 
beneath Lynn's upturned ass. A metallic extension to the cart of about 
twenty inches folded down from the underside of the gurney, locked into an 
upright position as Hank held the impatient Doberman. 

"God!" Lynn moaned as her fingers clawed along the leather surface of the 
cart. Her titties lay in two fleshy puddles on top of her chest as she heard 
the big dog's claws patter nervously over the tiled floor. 

"Get him up," she heard Chuck say. 

"Come on, boy, come on," Hank said in a strained voice as the room was 
filled with the big animal's growls and whimpers. "Fuck, he's a heavy 
mother," the former trainer grunted as he wrapped his big arms around the 
Doberman's chest and hauled him up. 

"One look at that pussy and he'll jump up," Chuck said sarcastically, 
placing his big hands on his hips. 

Lynn craned her neck up, looking between her widely spread and raised legs. 
In an instant she saw the black eyes of the Doberman rising above the silver 
metal surface of the cart's extension. They blazed first with anger at being 
handled this way by Hank. Then the look changed, first to surprise, then to 
lustful fury as he saw the dark red wet slit facing him, inviting his cock 
to enter forcefully. 

"Shit! Told you so," Chuck said as the Doberman's hindquarters worked wildly 
on the floor. He was trying to scoot up to the cart as best he could. Hank 
held on tightly, pulling the big animal up until the Doberman stood 
precariously on the tiny metal extension. 

"Ohhhh," Lynn cried, lowering her head and sucking in a ragged breath as she 
felt the cart vibrate under the big dog's movements. He moved forward 
cautiously, looking down at the floor below, then turning his big head and 
staring at the now-familiar pussy in front of him. Lynn's nervous movements 
excited the Doberman. His thick, knobby cock had never fully receded into 
his furry sheath. It swelled up once more, poking its wormy, red pointed tip 
out of the hairy sheath as his breathing became heavier and more irregular. 
His big, black nostrils flared with growing excitement as his cock throbbed 
in time to his heartbeat. 

Lynn raised her head again a few inches off the leather covering of the 
cart. She could see the animal's stiffening, widening prick better now than 
she could when she was chained to the cart earlier. It was growing longer 
and longer, much longer than the blonde could believe. She'd never guessed 
an animal could have a big dick like the one she was looking at now. The 
surface was dark red at the tip, turning to a pinkish orange at the base of 
the prong. Its shape was like an irregular cone, the surface broken by 
large, rolling swells of hard hot animal flesh. Blue veins crisscrossed just 
barely under the tightly pulled dickskin. And at the fat root of that ugly 
thing were two tiny balls pulled tightly against the base. 

The woman gasped, her eyes bugging out with grinding terror as the Doberman 
moved carefully forward toward her upturned pussy. He sniffed once more at 
the wet, hairy gash. Lynn could tell he was excited by the powerful aroma of 
her cunt juice mixed with his spittle. She watched him bend his head down 
low, take a large sniff, then pull his head up again and move forward. In an 
instant the animal's big forepaws were pressed tightly against Lynn's raised 
thighs. The woman shuddered, clawing the leather covering of the cart harder 
until she thought she'd rip it from the surface. The flesh on her thighs 
crawled with forbidden excitement as the bristling hairs of the Doberman 
raked across her skin. 

With a quick leaping movement the large black dog jumped forward, driving 
the sharp claws of his powerful forepaws into the skin of Lynn's belly. 

"OHHH GODDD!" she cried out, turning her face away from the drooling animal 
and gasping for breath. It felt as if two sharp spears were pressed hard 
against her stomach, digging into the tender flesh as they drove the air 
from her lungs. 

"Go, mama," Chuck rasped. 

Lynn cried out as she felt the heavy, clawing forepaws slide up her belly 
toward her tits. The soft pads at the end of the Doberman's forelegs chilled 
her flesh while the claws left a red trail of scraped skin. 

"Oh no, oh God in heaven, no," Lynn moaned, throwing her head from side to 
side as she was flooded with conflicting desires. She hated herself for the 
lust she felt deep in her pussy. Half of the struggling blonde wanted to 
kick the dog away, while the other, more strong half, enjoyed the itchy, 
unsticking feeling her pussylips made as they gorged with blood and pulled 
back with excitement. 

"Go on and take it, mama," Chuck said, his words slurring into one another 
as he took a large snort of coke. The three men swayed uneasily back and 
forth, rocking drunkenly on their heels as they watched the big Doberman 
towering over the helpless woman. The animal's huge paws seemed to cover 
more than half her belly as the dog threw back his head and let out a loud, 
low-pitched yelp of triumph. 

Lynn shuddered, letting out a choked sob of horror mixed with unspeakable 
excitement. She could feel the big animal trembling on top of her. His 
hindquarters moved nervously on the small metal extension at the end of the 
cart. Then the dog's forepaws moved up, pushing into her sweaty skin, 
clawing at the ribcage that ridged the blonde's heaving chest. The Doberman 
lowered his head, and a long string of translucent drool hung down from the 
right side of his powerful jaws. 

"No," Lynn cried, her voice cracked with mixed emotions as she felt the 
hindquarters of the trembling dog sliding closer and closer toward her 
upturned asscheeks. Lynn pulled her head up, jerking it until she could see 
the animal's huge, pointed, drooling red knobby cock. It was throbbing with 
passion and tension, beating against the animal's muscular belly as oily 
drops of doggie pre-cum oozed out of the tiny pissslit. The short fur on the 
dog's hind legs tickled the backs of Lynn's upturned legs as he positioned 
himself for the initial entry. 

"Fuck her, boy." 

"Go on, blast the bitch's cunt." 

"Hey, baby, you wanna suck my cock while you take 'im in your pussy?" 

The taunting went on as Lynn struggled under the big dog. She felt his body 
lowering down on top of hers. At the same time the Doberman's muscular black 
hindquarters descended, bringing the tip of his hot dick within inches of 
the grunting blonde's pussy. 

Lynn jerked her head higher, opening her eyes as widely as she could. Her 
head was almost even with the Doberman's now. The blonde could see his 
jerking prick sliding forward in tiny hunches. Already the big dog started 
up his fucking rhythm. Cold sweat broke out again on her forehead, trickling 
down into her eyes as that knotty spear shot forward. 

"UHHHHAHHHH!" Lynn cried, throwing her head down quickly and letting out a 
series of choking, gurgling shrieks. The big dog had finally speared her 
cunt. With one powerful forward thrust he'd slicked into the woman's snatch, 
peeling back the pussylips with his cock and sinking the first few inches of 
his prong into her. "No! Oh God, don't let it be true! Oh God in heaven, 
don't let it be true," Lynn cried over and over again in a choked, low voice 
as she rolled her head back and forth on the cart's surface. The cords stood 
out in her neck as her facial muscles pulled downward with the horror and 
tension she felt freezing her mind. Her fingers ripped at the leather 
covering, clawing at the smooth material as she felt the animal's hot, wet 
cock jerking into her deeper and deeper. The woman's belly contracted, then 
spasmed as she choked on her own spittle. A bitter, sour taste of bile 
invaded Lynn's mouth as she tried to keep from retching on the table. 

"Take it easy, mama. You didn't mind when the old pooch was lickin' your 
twat a couple a minutes ago," Hank said. 

"Oh God, God!" Lynn repeated almost insanely as she felt her cuntal wails 
being stretched further and further apart by the invading dog cock, being 
shaped into a cone-like tunnel for the pointed cock. The animal's hot, 
rancid wet breath blew across her face, filling her flared nostrils as he 
growled with satisfaction. 

"Take it out!" Lynn cried helplessly, rolling her head around until she was 
facing the fucking dog. She knew it was useless. The animal growled louder, 
lowering his head and opening his jaws as he squatted down lower, driving 
his dick more and more into her. 

Lynn rolled her face away once more, terrified he'd started chewing at her 
nose or cheeks. The big Doberman opened his jaws, sticking out his tongue 
and lapping slowly at the woman's jiggling tits. He slurped at the nipples, 
working on the red half-dollar-sized areolas until they start to stiffen in 
spite of Lynn's horror. At the same time he swiveled his loins in tiny 
circles, screwing in his cock more quickly. Lynn thrilled at the sensation 
of those many knots protruding from the cone-shaped dick bumping against her 
swelling labes. Without realizing it Lynn was rocking her ass, rolling it 
left to right as she involuntarily helped the big Doberman fucking her. 

"Told you she'd get in the mood if we waited long enough," Chuck said. 

"Uh! Uh! Uh!" the blonde groaned with each inward thrust of the animal's 
groin. At the same time Lynn could feel the big Doberman's tongue slathering 
down her swaying tits, bathing them in a thick, greasy layer of his spittle 
as he humped and jerked more irregularly and quickly with each passing 
second. 

Lynn felt her body ballooning up with passionate tension. Her belly rippled 
with lust, contracting with nervous sexuality every time the big animal's 
furry chest lowered and touched her flesh. She bounced her upturned legs 
frantically against the dog's hunching sides as Lynn tried to get the 
maximum amount of friction against her clit. 

"Oh, yes, THERE!" she cried as she felt one of the large, slick knobs on the 
Doberman's cock slide up against her clit and push the nubbin down into the 
hot flesh surrounding it. Lynn could feel the dog's short, prickly fur 
surrounding the base of his dick tickling her peeled back, stretched outer 
pussylips now. He'd buried the full length of his dick in her. His tiny 
balls squashed themselves against her upturned ass as the Doberman whined 
and growled his way to orgasm. 

Almost involuntarily Lynn squeezed her cuntal muscles together, trapping the 
frantic animal's prick inside her pussy. The dog's sleek body shuddered as 
the blonde's hot, wet snatch walls gripped his dick. Lynn managed to bounce 
her thighs up and down, rolling them faster from side to side as she felt 
her clit rubbing up to an explosive heat. 

"Oh God, God, God," Lynn groaned, feeling the former shame and revulsion 
that had torn at her mind slowly disappearing. She was on fire. Her pussy 
was a hot, messy glob of sputtering sexuality, stirred hotter and hotter by 
that big Doberman's spearing dick. The blonde's belly heaved wildly as she 
gasped for breath and bounced her full, rounded asscheeks frantically around 
the leather covering of the emergency room cart. Lynn pulled her arms up and 
locked her fingers around the back of the Doberman's powerful neck. She 
moved her hands slowly up and down the hot sweaty short fur of the big dog, 
groaning with unspeakable pleasure as she felt the tiny hairs tickling the 
skin just under her fingernails. She pulled the big, fucking animal down 
closer to her like a lover, rubbing her belly and chest against him as she 
felt her snatch beg inning to roar with climax. 

"OHHHH!" Lynn cried, shutting her eyelids tightly and rolling her head 
wildly back and forth on the top of the cart. Her nostrils flared as she 
sucked in air. Her lips opened, but no sound came out of her twisted mouth. 
The cords stood out of her neck as Lynn dug her fingernails into the 
Doberman's black, slick sides and bounced her knees hard off the big dog's 
hindquarters. She was cumming, shooting off in front of all these people and 
her doped-up daughter with a dog! The stiff hairs on the end of his 
peeled-back sheath tickled her sensitive outer labes to a higher and higher 
plane of sexual awareness as her clit throbbed and beat out a wild rhythm of 
tearing orgasm. 

"She's about through," Chuck observed coolly as Lynn threw her asscheeks up 
over and over again in a wild series of jerky hunches. The sound of wet skin 
slapping against wet leather cracked in the tiny room as Lynn milked the 
dog's dick with her cuntal walls. She wanted to feel animal cum spurting 
into her cunt. Lynn wanted to feel something hot and sticky spattering into 
her sucking pussy, putting out the fire raging over her clit and down to her 
womb. But the big Doberman hadn't been ready to reach his own climax when 
the blonde lost her cool and came. 

"Uhhh, ohhh," Lynn groaned as the big dog kept throwing his heavy meat into 
her seething pussy. She rolled her head slowly. Her pussy was tender now, 
aching with rawness as the big dog kept fucking her. 

"Hey, boy. It's no good with her now. We've got somethin' better," Hank said 
after talking first with Chuck. 

Lynn grunted as she felt the Doberman's spearing dick finally slip out of 
her pussy with a squishy popping sound. Her legs hung limp from the stirrups 
as her arms dangled over the sides of the cart. Lynn felt drained 
emotionally, spiritually and physically. She'd been put through in a few 
hours what most women don't endure in a lifetime. The cunt juice oozed down 
from her violated pussy, trickling into her tight asscrack and spilling into 
her bunghole as the blonde opened her eyes again and turned her head to see 
what the men were doing now. 

"No, not Carol!" she cried, jerking her torso up off the cart and clinging 
to the edges as she watched Chuck and Bill take the naked young girl and 
drag her to the center of the room. Carol didn't seem to mind what was 
happening to her. They put her into a crouching position only a few inches 
away from the panting, still-aroused Doberman. She had a stupid grin 
plastered on her flushed face while her eyelids drooped down. Her big tits 
looked like two marble-white globes, the reddish brown nipples stiffened 
fully and nearly touching the tiled floor. She giggled several times, 
glancing up occasionally at her mother as her body swayed from side to side 
in a lazy, rhythmic motion. The young girl's thighs flared out gracefully 
even in this obscene position, rounding around to form two full, young downy 
asscheeks with a tight asscrack separating them. "Oh my God, what are you 
going to do with my daughter?" Lynn groaned as she looked helplessly at the 
three leering men. 

"You didn't take care of the old boy up there. Guess it's up to your 
daughter to do it," Chuck said, turning around and giving Hank a signal to 
let the dog go and do his business. 

The big blonde released the animal, stepping back with the others as he 
trotted up carefully to Carol's exposed ass and sniffed at the brown 
cunthairs that grew up and back from her twat. 

"Ohhhh," Carol groaned, her lips twisting up into a delicious smile as the 
big animal pushed his cold nose against her young snatch. 

"Carol, wake up! For God's sake, see what they're doing to you!" Lynn 
shrieked, gripping the edges of the cart even tighter as she watched the dog 
start to mount her young daughter. 

 CHAPTER EIGHT 

"Carol, you don't know what you're doing! Stop that!" Lynn cried from the 
cart as she watched the Doberman climb on top of her daughter. The young 
girl still smiled stupidly, closing her eyelids and breathing heavily as the 
big dog slid further up her back, finally wrapping his giant forelegs around 
her upper belly and positioning his hindquarters nervously behind the girl 
for the fucking. "God, please wake up! God in heaven," Lynn cried out, her 
voice trailing off to a low-pitched choked sob as she sank down to the top 
of the cart and watched the perverted scene in front of her. The dog rested 
his powerful head on Carol's slender shoulders while he flattened himself on 
her back and drove his groin hard against her buttocks. 

The young girl groaned happily, wriggling her ass teasingly back and forth 
as she giggled and sighed. 

"She can't get enough of the mutt," Chuck said as he watched her closely. 

"The coke'll wear off pretty soon on her. Then it ought to be interestin' to 
see her reaction," Hank said, chuckling as the big Doberman slid his hind 
legs to the right and dragged his pointed dick across the girl's butt. 

Lynn watched, gripped with horror as the dog hunched back, freezing for a 
second before he slid forward again, driving his pointed spear deep into her 
daughter's pussy. The woman prayed that Carol wasn't a virgin. What a way to 
lose her cherry, fucked by an animal! 

"Ohhhh," Carol cried. Her head hung limply down now, her hair trailing 
across the tiles of the emergency room floor while her arms bowed out from 
the weight she was supporting. When she looked up again, her eyes were 
clearer. Lynn could see the girl was slowly coming out of her drugged haze. 
The blonde almost wished her daughter could stay in whatever dream world 
she'd been floating in until this nightmare were over. 

"Oh, ahhhh," Carol cried, her face gradually screwing up with pain and 
disgust. Lynn watched with growing horror as her daughter pulled her mind 
together. 

"What's happening? Oh God, NO!" the girl cried, looking down and seeing the 
big dog's forepaws wrapped tightly around her. She let out a long, 
high-pitched shriek that seem to slice through the still air like a knife. 
Her arms collapsed as the dog gripped her belly harder. Drool hung out from 
the corners of his mouth as he humped and fucked harder. "AHHH!" Carol cried 
wildly. She had her cheeks on the floor now, her face flushed and puffy as 
tears rolled out of her tightly closed eyes and trickled into her nostrils 
and mouth. Her fingers clawed noisily over the tiles of the floor as sobs 
shook her body. 

But the Doberman didn't seem bothered by his victim's sudden change in 
attitude. He simply adjusted his position to the new situation and kept on 
fucking the young girl's upturned pussy. 

"He's gonna shoot pretty soon, baby," Hank said, crouching down and 
whispering into Carol's ear. 

"Oh noooo," Carol cried, sliding her face away from the man. 

"Feel that big dick throbbin' inside, kid? That mean old Bowser here's gonna 
blast some of that sticky cum in your snatch," Chuck taunted loudly as the 
big Doberman lifted his head and looked wildly at the three men. 

Lynn felt her skin crawl with revulsion as she watched the muscles ripple 
across the animal's body. His eyes sparkled wildly, then rolled around in 
his head as his powerful hindquarters trembled violently. The blonde looked 
down at her daughter and saw the girl sobbing wildly, still clawing 
helplessly at the floor as her torso tilted up in the air, presenting her 
near-virgin ass to the wild animal. Long red marks streaked up from her 
belly and sides, the result of the clawing given to her by the Doberman as 
he whined on the brink of orgasm. 

"NO, oh mama, stop it! Stop him from doing this to me!" Carol cried, pulling 
her head up and looking pleadingly at her mother. 

Lynn let out an animal-like yelp as she heard the desperate pleas of her 
daughter. She tried to reach up and unfasten the loops hanging from the 
stirrups that still held her legs high in the air. But the angle of the 
stirrups and their distance from her hands made it impossible for the blonde 
to free herself. Lynn sank back down onto the cart, covering her ears as she 
heard her daughter's pleas soon turn into shrieks of pain and disgust. 

"He's cummin', I think," Chuck said, peering closely at the big dog. 

"Right," Bill and Hank chorused as they joined their partner in watching the 
Doberman dump his spunk into the young girl. 

"AHHHH, NOOOOO!" Carol groaned. She closed her eyelids tightly and curled 
her fingers into two tight fists as she felt the animal's cock balloon up 
inside her pussy. The slick, knobby sides pushed up against her cuntal 
walls, stretching them further apart as the pointed head flared up and 
pulled back, getting ready to spit out the first glob of jizz into the 
girl's trembling body. 

Then it happened. The first wad came. Then another, and another, spattering 
against Carol's snatchwalls and burning their way into the sensitive tissues 
as the big Doberman howled. 

Lynn groaned, covering her ears harder as she heard her daughter's shrieks 
mixed with the dog's howls and the men's lewd laughter. 

"Carol, oh Carol," Lynn cried over and over as she turned her face and 
watched the scene finally play out to its conclusion. The Doberman finished 
dumping his spunk into the young girl's pussy, giving his cock a few more 
hunches before he pushed his body up from Carol's back and pulled his 
flaccid, knobby dick out of the girl's violated pussy. Carol grunted, her 
body breaking out into goose flesh as she shivered violently after the dog 
crawled off her. The young girl sobbed, swaying her body back and forth, 
then finally collapsing onto the cold floor. She curled up her knees, 
pressing them hard against her big tits as the men laughed and taunted her. 

"Haven't you done enough?" Lynn cried. She looked at the three men with 
hatred as they sneered at her, then looked back down at her daughter. A thin 
trail of cum was oozing out of her torn pussy, seeping down her thigh to the 
floor. 

"We'd better get the fuck out of here while we can," Hank said after several 
seconds of silence. 

"You listen to an old bitch like that?" Chuck asked angrily, snapping his 
head around to confront his partner. 

"Hey, man. The cops come or somethin' and see all this, we're in fuckin' 
trouble. You might 'a killed that guy over there too," Hank said nervously, 
stepping back and running his fingers nervously through his hair. 

Chuck clenched his fingers into two fists, staggering toward his partner. 
Then he stopped, tilting his head to the side slightly as he considered 
Hank's proposal to leave. 

"Guess you're right," Chuck said, looking at Carol who was still curled up 
in a fetal position at his feet. "Get the stuff and let's get the fuck out 
of here." 

Lynn sighed with relief, lying back on the cart and silently thanking God it 
was all over as the three men clattered noisily around her. 

"Thanks for the show, bitch. Maybe we'll be around town later and you and 
your daughter can put on another scene for us," Chuck said, gathering up the 
last of the drugs before heading for the rear door of the emergency room. 

The blonde flashed him a look of contempt as he walked quickly out into the 
foggy night with his partners. Lynn lay quietly for several minutes, afraid 
to speak or move for fear of somehow bringing them back. 

After what must have been ten minutes passed, Lynn picked herself up off the 
cart and leaned over the edge. 

"Carol! Carol, honey, they're gone. Get up and get me out of this. They're 
gone!" Lynn said in a loud whisper to her daughter. 

At first there was no response. Carol lay on the floor limply. The only 
indication she was alive was the sound of her regular, heavy breathing. For 
a second Lynn thought her daughter might actually be asleep. 

"Carol, please. Get up!" Lynn said almost frantically. 

"Oh mama, how are we ever going to tell people what happened to us," the 
young girl said, slowly straightening her legs and crawling up into a 
sitting position. 

"Please get me out of this, honey. We'll talk about this later. We've got to 
call an ambulance for the doctor first," Lynn said as she encouraged her 
daughter to get up and untie her. 

"The dog," the girl said, shuddering as she folded her arms across her tits 
and scooted across the floor on her ass away from the sleeping animal. 
During the last few minutes the big Doberman had curled up in the far corner 
of the room and fallen asleep. 

"He won't bother you now, honey," Lynn reassured her daughter as the young 
girl stood shakily up and walked cautiously to the locked cart. "He won't 
bother you now." 

* * * 

"They ever catch those guys?" Bob asked as he rolled over on his right side 
and started trailing his fingertips lightly over the graceful curves of 
Lynn's tits. 

"No," she replied, sucking in a shuddering, long breath as she felt every 
nerve ending in her body stand on end. Bob's calloused fingers were rubbing 
sensuously against her sensitive, naked skin. The big-titted blonde ground 
her thighs slowly, working her asscheeks into the mattress of her double 
bed. A sweat broke out on her upper lip as she felt a hot kind of dampness 
under each tit and around her furry box. The light friction of her inner 
cuntal surfaces rubbing against the partly hooded clit-tip was burning her 
mind in a slow, ecstatic fire. Lynn didn't feel like talking about the 
events of three days ago. 

"You and Carol were damned lucky to get away from it as much as you did," 
Bob said, still unwilling to drop the subject. 

Lynn sighed, wishing Bob would keep quiet and concentrate on the reason he 
came here in the first place. Talking about what had happened in the 
emergency room several days ago made Lynn nervous. She and Carol had called 
both an ambulance and the police shortly after the young girl had freed her 
mother from the stirrups. Phil was still in guarded condition at the 
hospital, although he was expected to live. 

As for the identity of the three men, neither Carol nor Lynn could identify 
any of them from the countless mug shots they went through at the police 
station. The local authorities guessed the men were the usual transients who 
drift through town continually, breaking into drugstores and places like the 
clinic looking for drugs. They congratulated both Lynn and her daughter for 
coming out of potentially dangerous situation relatively unscathed. 

Unscathed! Lynn almost laughed at the word. No one knew of what happened 
after Phil had been knocked unconscious by the men. She couldn't bring 
herself to tell anyone of how she and her daughter had been brutalized, then 
forced to commit unnatural acts with the Doberman guard dog. Both women 
agreed never to talk about what had happened that night in the Free Clinic 
again. Yet there would be scars, especially for Carol. 

"I hope they catch those bastards," Bob continued. 

Lynn sighed again. If there was one thing in life she wanted, it was for 
those three hoods to go on undetected. If they were caught, they'd probably 
have a ball giving detailed descriptions of what really happened that night. 

"Please, Bob," Lynn urged, working her hips faster as the heat in her cunt 
rose hotter and hotter. 

"Sorry, babe," Bob said, running his fingers down her tits, swirling them 
along her belly, digging them playfully into her navel and chuckling as he 
watched her belly contract as he touched her there lightly. 

Then he moved further down, pushing his fingers through the thin layer of 
hot sweat oozing out of the blonde's pores and covering her smooth white 
skin with a thin, glistening oily film. Then he was touching her cunthairs, 
running his fingers lightly over the tops of the cuntal curls. The light 
pulling sensation this made against the roots of those hairs made Lynn's 
pussy tingle. The blonde felt her cuntlips swelling, then unsticking and 
peeling back with excitement as Bob rolled over on top of her and started 
working his fat dick between her legs. 

"Oh FUCK!" Lynn cried, digging her head into the soft pillow as she closed 
her eyes and locked her fingers behind Bob's muscular neck. "Fuck me. Oh God 
Bob, fuck me." 

"You don't have to tell me you want it, babe," Bob said as he lowered his 
head and glued his thick lips onto Lynn's. She gurgled happily as she felt 
his hot spittle pouring into her mouth, mixing with her own and oozing down 
her throat. 

"I love that cunt," Bob said in a thick whisper. Lynn smiled. No wonder he 
liked it. He'd started a fire in her pussy a few days ago that was 
impossible for anyone to put out now. He touched his forefinger to the outer 
lips of her pussy. Lynn gasped, then sucked in a lungful of air as she 
pulled her ass back. "Shit, it's so soft ... " Bob said as his voice trailed 
off. He was sliding down, kissing her belly with light, feathery kisses. 

"Ohhhh," Lynn moaned, rolling her head back and forth on the pillow as she 
felt his breath against her thighs. Soon he was on his knees in front of 
her, his cock swaying heavily. He was touching her cuntlips now with his 
lips, his teeth nibbling at the sensitive pussy tissues. Lynn could feel her 
snatch becoming wetter and hotter under his oral massage. 

"Oh baby," Bob moaned, pulling back and sliding on top of Lynn's writhing 
body. The blonde sighed happily, curling up her legs and spreading her 
thighs wide apart. Lynn would never tell anyone of what happened that night 
in the emergency room. How could any man want her after that dog did that to 
her and her daughter? No! No! As she felt her snatchlips flattening back 
under Bob's insistent dick, Lynn resolved to bury that hideous incident in 
her life forever. It couldn't have happened at all. Things like that don't 
happen. 

"Fuck me. Oh God, fuck me," Lynn cried deliriously as she rolled her ass up 
to meet the big stud's sinking, drooling dick. 


THE END
