BRINGS ON THE DOGS
By Paul Gable


Foreword

Immoral people capitalizing on the innocence of others to achieve their goals-a story as
old as man. History books, law journals, newspapers and magazines-all chronicle
episodes where one individual has been manipulated for the sake of another.
And when the victim is young and innocent, the story is so much the sadder...
Judy Harlon, a young divorcee in this book, is the victim of immoral people. A
bookkeeper for a small boutique, she finds herself caught in a complex web of depravity
and perversion she never dreamed existed. And, after being forced to endure one
humiliation after another, she becomes little more than an obedient animal to her
captors.
BRING ON THE DOGS – a shocking story of an innocent woman learning the sordid
truth about human nature. A story which holds a revealing lesson for our society.
-The Publisher


Chapter 1

Judy Harlon hurried down Washington Boulevard, her black high heels clacking
sharply along the concrete sidewalk. Her short, brisk steps made her firm, rounded 
assglobes jiggle under her clinging blue wool dress. Glancing into the storefront windows
of the several antique shops along the way, Judy checked her reflected appearance
nervously. She had folded her long, silky golden hair up into a tight French twist,
fastening the upswept hairdo with a rectangular gold hairpin. Stopping in front of an
empty shop just north of Venice Boulevard, the attractive young blonde reached up and
smoothed down the soft dress material over her pendulous titties. The dyed finished
wool scratched teasingly over her large brown nipples, making them tingle and start to
stiffen up and try to poke through the dress. Judy was sorry now she hadn't worn a bra.
At the same time she could feel her tight cuntlips respond to the sensuous tickling,
filling up with blood and puffing out against the cool silk of her panties. The blonde
reached up and brushed a stray strand of golden hair from her eyes, sighing and
fighting down the hot, tight feeling dampening her crotch with pussy dew. The young
woman was surprised how quickly her simmering sexuality had threatened to boil over
just from this simple act of readjusting her dress. It's been too long without a man, she
thought, biting her lower hp and hating herself for running that sentence through her
mind again. Tossing that idea out of her mind, Judy checked her profile in the dark
plate glass before moving on to her destination. The blonde shook her head and
focused her watery blue eyes ahead, concentrating on the interview that was ahead of
her. This was going to be her first job application in four years, ever since her marriage
to Bob Harlon. He'd wanted to keep her at home to cook, clean and raise babies. That idea
actually appealed to Judy at first. While Bob worked at the office, she cleaned and
dusted her way into boredom, waiting for the first signs of pregnancy. Several years
after her wedding, Judy discovered she wasn't the only one Bob was trying to raise a
family with. While he kept her tied to the stove, her husband was busy bedding his
secretary, female barber and just about anyone else half attractive with a pussy. After
the initial hurt and anger, Judy calmly walked to a lawyer and ended her brief try at
marriage.
For a year or so the young blonde lived on her husband's generous alimony checks and
her own bank interest, making the rounds of singles bars without finding anyone
particularly interesting. Bored once more, Judy decided several weeks ago to put her
college accounting courses to good use. After several abortive interviews with pawing
men definitely not interested in her educational qualifications, Judy discovered a small
stationery shop owned by a young woman who needed a part-time bookkeeper. The
best job in the world it wasn't. But the young woman needed something to get her out
of the house and bars. The extra money would certainly help. And any experience she
could glum out of this job might help her in getting a better one later.
With this attitude Judy continued her walk, glancing upward at the addresses painted
above the doorways until she came to the one she wanted. Above a small store window
was a sign: EVELYN'S BOUTIQUE. Judy inhaled deeply, squared her shoulders and
turned the brass knob on the door. Stepping into the close, brightly lit shop, the young
blonde came face to face with someone definitely not Evelyn.
"Oh, I'm sorry," she said softly, stepping back as she felt her pulse pick up and race
frantically. A tall, dark-haired man dressed in Levi's and a tight T-shirt stretched across
his broad, tanned chest stood in the middle of the shop browsing through what looked
like a catalogue.
"That's all right," he said, smiling broadly as he put down the booklet and gave Judy a
quick once-over. His burning black eyes glowed like hot coals under his thick eyebrows.
Judy glanced quickly up at his broad forehead, his long straight nose, and his thick lips
curving sensuously up at the corners of his mouth. She could feel her skin crawling
with electric sexuality as his eyes bore down on her. Judy felt like an ass standing
mutely in the middle of the shop without saying anything. Yet the dark stranger's eyes
seem to somehow mesmerize her.
"I-I'm looking for the manager," Judy said as she lowered her eyes to the floor and
fought down the blush she could feel burning her cheeks.
"Evy?" the young man said, breaking into a broader smile. Judy jerked her head up at
the familiarity of his tongue of voice. The big man's thick lips peeled back, revealing a
long, white straight row of teeth. He seemed to exude friendliness. "She just left. She'll
be back."
"Do you work here?" Judy asked, her voice becoming noticeably lower. The blonde was
having trouble breathing normally as she stood only a few feet away from this hunk of
male flesh.
"Me? No," he said, laughing softly as he rocked back on his boots and made a slower,
more detailed survey of Judy. "I'm Mac, her brother," he said, stretching out a powerful,
hairy arm. Judy took it, feeling every nerve ending in her body stand on end as she felt
his hot, calloused palm close over her fingers and squeeze them powerfully. Her nipples
stood on end, poking noticeably against the soft wool pulled tightly over her jutting tits.
Mac looked at her jugs, spotting the tiny protrusions and arching his thick eyebrows
before smiling even more broadly than before and letting Judy's hand go. "You here to
see my sister about that job?"
"Oh, yes," Judy said, snapping out of her trance and shaking herself back to reality. The
young attractive blonde felt almost overwhelmed by Evelyn's brother.
On the two tables were scattered various address books and pen and pencil sets. On the
shelves stood rows of typing, lined, accounting, and other types of paper all neatly
stacked. And crowding all this into the corner was the hulk of Mac's muscular body.
Judy could feel his body heat warming her flesh, penetrating her dress and caressing her
smooth, creamy white thighs. "I called her earlier," Judy said, her voice a thick whisper.
She could feel cold beads of sweat breaking out on her forehead, while oily, foamy
pussy juice bubbled out from her long cuntal crack and slathered down the crotch panel
of her briefs. As she shifted her position in front of Mac, Judy could feel her snatchlips
slide upward and push against her partially unsheathed clitshaft. A long, rolling
shudder rippled through her swampy box and chilled her spine. Her furry, puffy
mound was itching and tingling as the thick snatch oil oozed through her tight pubic
curls and soaked down her panties. Judy wished the owner of the shop would come just
as badly as she hoped Mac would gather her up in his arms and lock the door behind
him. To hell with the job! one part of her said as she felt the room rocking and swaying
around her.
The air was suddenly shattered by the sharp tinkling of the brass bell mounted above
the front door. Judy felt her body relax as she turned slowly around and found herself
face to face with a short, perky little brunette girl with short-cropped hair.
"Hi, sis," Mac said, folding his thick arms across his chest and winking at the boyish
looking young girl. "One of the applicants," he said, indicating Judy with a short nod of
his head.
"One of the only ones," the girl muttered, smiling at Judy warmly. "I'm afraid not too
many bookkeepers want part-time employment. There may be a recession going on
now, but accountants and bookkeepers are hard as hell to get. Come on into my office,"
Evelyn said, taking Judy by the right elbow and pushing her gently forward past Mac.
"I picked up the boxes of twenty-pound white bond you wanted," Mac said, fishing in
his pants pocket and pulling out a folded, wrinkled invoice.
"You met my brother?" Evelyn said, reading the invoice carefully as she pointed a hand
toward Mac.
"Yes. Uh, we were talking before you came in," Judy said, glancing up and staring
sheepishly at Mac. Even though little had been said between them, much had been
understood. Mac had the habit of sniffing out a woman in heat, pursuing her until he'd
cornered her, then plowing her pussy until she thought she couldn't piss for weeks.
Judy, without knowing him, instinctively sensed this about the big man and it excited
the hell out of her.
"Beware of him," the young brunette said, raising her eyes and watching the two of
them staring hotly at each other. "Boxes aren't the only thing this guy can pick up."
"Boxes are the only thing I want to pick up," Mac countered playfully, winking at his
sister then moving past the two women toward the door. Judy blushed bright red at the
big man's last comment.
"Filthy mind!" Evy said, folding her arms across her tits and shaking her head back and
forth as Mac waved a cheery good-bye and strolled out the doorway. "But he's a good
brother," she added as she folded the invoice and sat down behind a small desk at the
far end of the shop. "He helped me set this up in the beginning and he's done about all
my delivery and pick-ups. It really helped at the beginning. But now business is getting
going and I need some outside help," Evelyn continued as Judy sat down in front of the
desk and smoothed her dress over her knees. "Tell me something about yourself."
The blonde started in with her college education and some part-time experience she'd
had in accounting during her senior year at the UCLA Business School. She hesitated,
then went into her brief marriage with Bob and the unpleasant divorce.
"You seem qualified enough for what I want and need," Evelyn said after pausing for a
second after Judy's short narrative. "If you don't mind low pay and erratic working
hours, you'll love this job."
Judy thought of her prospective boss' brother and the way he'd looked at her in the
shop. She could still feel the fire storming down her thighs, up her belly until it
enveloped her big titties in flames of lust. No, the long hours and erratic pay wouldn't
be much of a problem to her.
"I'll take the job if you'll have me," Judy said, smiling and extending her right hand
over the pile of papers scattered on the desk top.
"You've got a deal," Evelyn said, grasping it firmly and shaking over the bargain. "You
can start right now trying to make some sense out of all these damn bills," the brunette
said, her voice changing to despair as she surveyed the mass confusion on her desk.
Judy raised her eyebrows, then straightened her back and started sifting through the
pile. Gradually the blonde started putting Evelyn's financial affairs in order, asking
occasional questions and jotting down figures in an account book. Neither woman
realized how much time was passing as row after row of figures filled the columns in
the book.
"My aching neck," Evelyn said, closing her eyes and leaning back in her chair as she
rubbed the back of her neck with both hands. Judy looked up from the book and
turned around, noticing only then the sun was setting. She was surprised both at how
late it was and how no one had entered the store since she'd been in.
"Is it always this slow?" Judy asked, putting down her pen and stretching the stiffness
out of her body.
"I've been having trouble getting people in here," Evelyn warily admitted as she looked
a little sadly into Judy's eyes. "I guess every business has its problems when it first
starts. But don't worry," the brunette was quick to add noticing Judy's face clouding
over. "I've got plenty of cash in the bank to pay your salary until some real money
starts coming in."
The blonde smiled, both at the news she didn't have to worry about her pay and at
Evelyn's innocent honesty. She realized she was going to be happy working here.
The bell over the door tinkled suddenly.
"Customers?" Judy whispered, moving her legs to one side of the chair and standing up.
Evelyn moved from behind her desk and brushed past
Judy as she walked into the main section of the shop.
"What are you doing here?" the blonde heard her boss ask in a tense, irritated voice.
Judy peeped around the corner of a tall partition blocking the office area from the shop
and saw three young men dressed sloppily in jeans and rolled up flannel shirts standing
spread-legged in front of the doorway. Two of the men stared defiantly at Evelyn,
smirking evilly while the third turned around and was pulling down the shade over the
window.
"We told you we'd be back to collect, babes, and you didn't believe us," the tallest one
said slowly as his lower jaw moved up and down chewing gum.
"I don't have to pay you anything," Evelyn said defiantly, raising her arms and crossing
them nervously across her tits.
"You want to do business on Washington, honey, you're gonna pay up. The rest of the
folks do around here. What makes you so different?" the young man said, reaching in
front of him and picking up a brown address book from one of the tables in front of
him. While Judy and Evelyn looked on, the big man ripped the pages slowly from the
book, dropping them like dead leaves onto the floor.
"Hey Joe, maybe the cunt's gotta have a little reminder to pay her bills when they're
up," a short guy wearing a black leather motorcycle cap said as he leered at the young
brunette. None of them had noticed Judy yet as she stared with fascination at the scene.
"Yeah, maybe a little working over," the third man said.
Without saying another word the tallest man reached out and grabbed Evelyn roughly
by the arms, shaking her back and forth until her black hair fell carelessly in front of
her face. She wailed as he pushed her violently back. The young girl stumbled over her
feet, reaching out for support as she bumped hard against one of the display tables and
knocked several address books and pen sets to the floor. The tall hood called Joe moved
up to her, jerking her forward while he raised his right hand high over his head. He
slapped Evelyn hard across the right cheek. With a piercing scream, the brunette's head
snapped back from the force of the blow. Tears welled up in her eyes and spilled onto
her flushed cheeks as the red imprints of Joe's fingers broke out on her face. Her knees
buckled and she sank to the floor as her sobbing became choked with terror. Judy slid
back into relative safety behind the partition, feeling her heart beating so hard she
thought the men could hear it.
"You listen good, sister. We don't fool around," Joe said, letting Evelyn go. The
brunette sank completely to the floor, covering her face protectively with both hands as
she looked fearfully at the three men. "You got three days to make good on the first
payment, or your store goes up with you in it."
With that threat, the three men turned and walked out of the shop. When the door
slammed shut Judy ran quickly around the partition and rushed to Evelyn's side.
"Who were they?" the blonde asked, kneeling down at the young woman's side and
brushing the tears from her cheeks.
"The Venice Thirteen. Three of them," Evelyn said angrily as she stiffened her body and
rose from the floor. "They've been in here before, asking for a kind of protection
money. They threatened to fire bomb the shop if I didn't pay up. I don't know what to
do. I hate giving into those bastards. But if they keep this up..." Evelyn said as she
rubbed her sore cheek and looked at the mess on the floor. Judy felt her skin crawl with
fear as she thought of the three men and the looks on their faces. The tallest one,
obviously the leader, filled her with terror. What kind of mess had she gotten herself
into? She just wanted a part-time accounting job.
"What happened?" Judy heard a deep male voice above her. Looking up, she saw Mac
standing in the doorway. The blonde hadn't heard him enter. "It was those pukes again
sis, right?" The big man's powerful fingers curled into two tight fists.
"I'm scared, Mac. They threatened me and the shop," the young brunette said in a
quivering voice.
"Maybe we should go," Judy suggested, helping Evelyn to the back of the shop.
"I'm not going to let either of you go home alone," Mac said determinedly. Judy felt a
flash of sexual heat encase her body as she thought of Mac seeing her home. As Evelyn
got the shop ready for closing, Judy tried to hide her excitement from Mac who still
stood by the door.


Chapter 2

Evelyn lived only three blocks away from the store. Even so, Mac insisted he drive her
home in his '71 Chevy pickup. During the short drive, the young brunette sat by the
window while Judy's thighs pressed against Mac's muscular hips. Her body was doing
strange, wonderful things. Her nipples stiffened again. The tingling sensation between
her legs was growing into an itchy ache as the truck swayed down the street to Evelyn's
one-story beach house. Judy opened her mouth and breathed deeply as the hot cunt
juice trickled its way through her tight, excited cunt. Mac saw his sister to the door,
makinjfsure she was safely inside before he returned to the truck.
"Where do you live?" he asked, reaching down and turning the key in the ignition. At
the same time he brushed his fingers against Judy's left knee. The light touch made her
suck in a ragged, deep breath.
"On the Walk," the blonde managed to get out as the engine roared. The subtle
vibrations of the rolling truck tickled her sensitive, warm wet cuntal walls. Her
pussylips swelled and puffed together, rubbing back and forth like two hungry jaws as
more white cream squeezed out from between her labia and soaked down her panties.
Judy felt as if her skin were on fire as she reached up with her right hand and wiped
her forehead dry. Mac sat silently in the growing darkness as they headed down Venice
Boulevard to the large parking lot bordering the ocean. "Right there," she said, pointing
at a Meditteranean style apartment house.
Mac grunted, then turned into the lot and drove until his lights shone two bright spots
on the front wall of her apartment building.
"Thank you for the ride," Judy said, feeling her throat dry up and constrict as she
reached over and opened her door.
"Oh, no you don't," Mac said, shutting off the engine and stepping quickly out of the
truck. "I'm not going to let those thugs get hold of you."
The thought of those three men standing in the shop hitting Evelyn killed her sexual
excitement temporarily. Only now did the blonde begin to realize she might be in as
much trouble as her boss. After all, she might be in the shop when and if it were firebombed.
"I guess it'll be all right," she said coyly, shutting the door behind her and walking up
to the small wrought iron gate that lead to a courtyard in the center of the apartment
grounds.
"Right to the front door," Mac said as he opened the gate for Judy. While she fished in
her purse for her keys the blonde felt herself being swept along by a powerful current of
lust and excitement. She knew she shouldn't be feeling these hot sexual flashes so
powerfully. But there was something overwhelming about Mac. Although he said
nothing as they walked through the courtyard and up the dark stairway to her
apartment, Judy could sense the big man was as aroused as she was. Her fingers were so
stiff and icy she could hardly grip the right key and shove it into the lock.
"Would you like some coffee?" Judy managed to say as she pushed her door open and
stepped into the living room.
"At today's prices, that's a generous offer," Mac joked, grinning sheepishly. Judy could
hear his footsteps slide softly on the thick carpet piling as she tossed her purse onto the
couch. There was hardly any light filtering into the living room.
"Could you turn around and flip on the lights?" Judy asked, turning around herself and
finding Mac standing almost on top of her. Even in the dim light she could see his eyes
glittering and dancing. He didn't have to say anything. She could read the message in
the twitches contorting his handsome face and the steady stare making her blood boil.
The two of them stood silently in the darkening room for what seemed like an eternity
until Mac reached out and touched her cheek. The young blonde leaned forward,
feeling her head spin with overflowing lust. The air scorched her bursting lungs as
Mac's big hand rubbed her flesh, then started sliding down her body. She moved
another step forward as she felt him caressing her neck, moving down to her shoulders
and squeezing her skin through her woolen dress. Judy felt a long, tingling shudder rip
through her swaying body as the big man moved his fingers over her jutting titties.
Even through the material the blonde could feel the heat and power radiating through
his fingertips. Mac stopped at her nipples, rubbing the scratchy wool over their tough,
ticklish surface until Judy thought she was going to cry out with agonized delight. Her
cunt relaxed, then winked shut as another ripple rolled over her mushy box.
Then Mac raised his other hand, moving it opposite the first. She felt every muscle in
her body stiffen with sexual tension as Mac's powerful hands squeezed down on her
jugs like two powerful clamps. Judy inhaled sharply, fighting for her balance as Mac
released his fingers, then squeezed them down on her boobs again.
"Those nipples are as hard as my cock," Mac said thickly. Judy closed her eyes and gave
herself completely up to Mac. She didn't care what he thought of her. She could feel his
power and sexuality scorching her flesh. "We've played around enough," Mac finally
said, letting go of her titties and sliding his hands down to her waist.
Judy wanted him to rip her dress off, to carry her to the bedroom and do things to her
snatch she'd only dreamed of in her most wild fantasies.
As Mac started slowly hiking up her dress with his fingers, Judy did something she'd
never thought she had the nerve to do. Carried away with her flood of emotions, the
groaning blonde reached forward and groped in the dark for Mac's zipper. As she
trailed her fingertips along the rough blue jean material, the blonde could feel
something fat, hot and bulging against his Levi's. Judy had to keep herself under
control or she would have fainted with excitement. That cock! Her ex-husband Bob was
average in size as were the few men she'd bedded down with after the divorce. But this
– this big, fat sausage pushing and straining in Bob's pants was more than she'd ever
dreamed a man could have. It was practically hanging down to his knees. She felt her
pussy lips rubbing together again like hungry lips smacking for a big meal to come. Her
body was melting with excitement and tension. There was a slushy, lush hotness
spreading over her belly like a tropical fever, glowing down to her pussylips. Her clit
and nipples were as hard as steel. Judy searched for the tiny metallic zipper tab. Finding
it, the blonde pulled it down while she pushed her fingers into the hole. When Judy
touched Mac's rock-hard dick, she pulled her fingers out as if they'd brushed against
the burner of a stove. Before the woman had yanked out her hand, she'd felt Mac's
jerking cockshaft throbbing under her light, almost non-existant touch. He groaned
with pleasure and moved forward, pulling her tightly against him while he rubbed his
crotch against hers. Judy closed her eyes and imagined that thick dick pressing against
her dress now, only inches away from her hungry cunt.
"Come on, or I'm gonna shoot right here in my pants."
Those words cut into Judy's brain like a hot poker. The rest of what happened was a
blur to the panting blonde. She remembered taking Mac's hand in hers and leading him
through the dark living room, down the short hall to her bedroom. There was a
hanging odor of perfume attacking her nose as the two of them walked quickly to the
double bed pushed tightly against the outside wall. Mac practically attacked her once
inside the small bedroom, grabbing her tightly by the waist while he slid his thick lips
along her neck. Judy groaned, dropping her head back and feeling her body go limp
under the big man's attack. He was kissing her throat, moving his hands down below
her waist until they were kneading her taut buns. As he squeezed down, he pulled her
ass-flesh forward. The squeezing motions pulled at her crotch, making her fat labia slide
back and forth and massage teasingly her clitshaft. Judy felt a cold sweat break out over
her entire body as she cried, sobbed and laughed alternately. Her dress was hiked up to
her waist now. Mac was fingering the elastic waistband of her white silk panties,
running his rough fingers along her smooth flesh while he kept kissing her throat and
hunching his groin against Judy's. With each sideways grinding movement Judy could
feel the stretched, soaked crotch panel rubbing back and forth against her hot, wet
cuntal membranes. It was peeling back her outer labia, working its way, slicing into her
juicing box like a knife as it tickled her full exposed clit.
Mac suddenly pushed Judy back, reaching down and pulling off his T-shirt. Even in this
darkness the blonde could see the thick, curly coat of hair covering his belly and chest.
His hands moved now to the brass button holding the tops of his Levi's together. With
a quick movement he pushed the button through, shoving his trousers down to the
floor. Judy cried out happily as she saw the thick rod she'd imagined appear suddenly
before her wide eyes. He moved around, sitting down on the edge of the bed and
pulling off his boots and socks before yanking off his Levi's.
Judy watched as Mac's biceps rippled and he stood up again. His narrow waist flared
out to a broad, firm set of hips with a line dividing his muscular chest from his crotch.
His tall, thick legs were shapely and strong. And there was that long, thick cock
sticking out from his hairy groin like a spear ready to be thrown through the air. Judy
thought him the most beautiful man she'd ever seen.
"Take off your dress, baby," Mac said in a thick voice. Judy stared at him hypnotically.
He looked like some kind of god in front of her. His voice, eyes and body seemed to
command her. How could she refuse anything he asked of her. Half-mechanically the
blonde pulled up her dress, feeling the smooth, scratchy soft wool brush teasingly over
her stiff nipples. She could feel her boobs pull upward from the force of the sliding
dress. In a second she'd slid the dress over her head, dropping it gently into a heap to
her right. She stood half naked before Mac, dressed only in her juice-soaked panties.
Mac moved forward again, reaching down and curling his fingers around the waistband
of her briefs. Judy let out a long, low wail as she felt the sticky silk cling to her fat labia
just for a second as Mac pushed down. They unstuck, that sensation making her box
shudder deliciously. There was a cold blast of air brushing against her puffy cuntlips as
the blonde stepped out of her panties. Judy looked down and saw the big man's cock
jerking and twitching only inches away from her leg. Almost without thinking Judy felt
her knees buckling. The blonde sank downward until she was even with Mac's dick.
She could smell a pungent odor filling her nostrils. She trembled as she felt the spongy
warm flesh touch her cheek. Mac stiffened when he realized what she was going to do.
"I swear, I've never done this before. Even with my husband. But now..." Judy said,
leaving the sentence unfinished as she parted her full red lips and stuck out her tongue.
Gingerly the blonde lapped at the smooth, meaty heat dripping opaque drops of precum 
out of its pisshole.
"Do you like it, babe?" Mac asked. His voice was deep and powerful. She trembled
again as her hot flesh puckered up into goose pimples. Quickly Judy's lips opened as
her lower jaw slackened and her head moved forward. Mac reached down, placing his
big hands on the sides of her skull and pressing in as if to hold onto her for balance.
He forced his dick against Judy's lips. The blonde felt her brain whirring round and
round as she felt his fat, hot drooling dickhead slide over her lower lip and bump across
her teeth. She opened her mouth more to accommodate the incredible thickness of
Mac's prong. Her boobs jiggled back and forth with each uneven, jagged breath she
forced into her lungs as she swallowed more and more of the big man's cock.
The fat, greasy dick pushed her jaws further apart, making Judy's cheeks puff out as if
she were blowing up a balloon. Every nerve ending in her body seemed ablaze with a
strange, all-consuming fire as her head slid slowly forward, engulfing the groaning
man's throbbing dick. Judy felt a hot wetness settle over her cunt and just under her
nipples. Her nostrils flared as strands of her silky golden hair fell over her eyes and
brushed against Mac's impaling cock. The blonde could feel the thick veins twisting
around Mac's fat prick throbbing under the gentle pressure of her slackening lips. His
cock throbbed mightily suddenly, pushing hard against the roof of her mouth. Judy
gasped with horrified surprise, wondering if he were going to drown her with a sudden
shot of his hot jizz. Judy didn't want to cum this way. She was too hot and restless to be
satisfied by her own finger-fucking. Yet she wanted to make sure Mac was primed and
ready for her cunt when he finally mounted her.
Shamelessly the woman reached up and gently wrapped her fingers around his halfburied 
cock. As his hot, meaty dick throbbed a second time, Judy squeezed down on it
gently. At the same time she jacked her fingers up and down, sliding them finally
backward toward the fat prickroot. She pulled the outer covering over his hard, hot
core, making Mac cry out in painful delight. As more of her long blonde hair fell over
her eyes, Judy pulled her full lips back further and swallowed as much of Mac's prick as
she could. At the same time the big man pulled her head forward, pressing his sweaty
palms so hard against her ears Judy was afraid he was going to crush her skull. Thick
drops of cum bubbled out of Mac's cockhead onto her taste buds as she felt her own
spittle draining down his throat and threatening to choke her.
"Mgffff!" Judy cried out, reaching up and pushing her hands against the rolling, hard
muscles protruding from Mac's hot groin.
"Ohhh, too bad you need air," Mac said jokingly as he pulled back and freed Judy's
mouth of his dick. She gurgled and coughed, reaching up to her throat and fighting for
her breath. Mac reached down and pulled her gently up with both hands.
"My first time," the blonde gagged out sheepishly as she turned her eyes downward.
"You're pro in my book, baby," Mac said, nibbling at her earlobe as he embraced her
and pushed backward. Judy could feel the full length of his fat dick sliding up her belly.
Her knees buckled under her with lust. Then suddenly she was on her back in bed with
Mac kissing her throat, moving his fingers over her tits and dragging his dick over her
puffy, red, aching cuntal gash.


Chapter 3

Mac moaned softly, sliding his left hand up the length of his hard cock. He exerted
gentle, loving pressure until the vein traveling the full length of his shaft pushed out
further and pulsated with excitement and urgency. Judy lay quietly on the bed, looking
up at the big dark-haired man kneeling between her legs. The generous, sleek-fitting
foreskin had peeled away from his cockhead. A drop of cum had formed at the
puckered lips of his piss-slit. Mac milked the full length of his meat, rolling the taut
foreskin completely over the glossy head. He was filming his cockhead over with his
own hot juices. The big man sighed with pleasure as he opened his eyes and peered
down at the panting blonde. Her cuntlips had swollen incredibly with hot blood. Her
pussy curls bristled with electric excitement. Mac opened his mouth and licked his
lower hp, drawing his firmly clenched fist back, revealing the gleaming knob again.
Judy's breathing had become shallow and irregular. She lay quietly on the bed, afraid to
move for fear of setting her throbbing clit shaft off into a hot series of orgasmic spasms.
Her enormous, puffy pussylips were glowing a bright red. They pulsed in a spastic
rhythm with the life of their own. She could feel the hot flesh of her inner thighs
quivering lightly as her snatch winked open, then contracted. Judy curled her fingers
into the sheet, gathering the material in her palms as she stared at Mac's bulbous,
purple dickhead. She wanted that meaty knob reaming out her pussy. The blonde
smacked her lips as she felt another flash of sexual heat wash over her like a tidal wave.
She was sure she'd die from the intense pleasure racking her hungry twat before Mac
had a chance to stick that rod into her.
"Oh please, fuck me," she moaned, closing her eyes and fighting down the sobs of
frustration building in her gut. There was no more intense pleasure, Judy thought, than
watching someone jerking off in front of you without being able to do anything about
it. She could almost feel the slick thickness and length of Mac's rolling sausage pressing
her cuntal membranes apart, forming them into a long tube as he reamed out her tight
hole and dove down to her womb. Judy could feel Mac's dong pushing insistently down
into her, stretching her membranes to their fullest as his fat, leathery balls dragged over
her scrotum.
As if to prolong her agony, Mac slid backward on the bed until his muscular haunches
were even with her ankles. Letting go of his fat dick, he lowered his head and torso
until his drooling cockhead dragged on the sheets. Judy arched her head up, her eyes
bugging out as she watched Mac's face push toward her aching snatch. He was going to
lick her off! Bob had done that once or twice with incredible results. Many men didn't
know what to do with a woman's snatch except fuck it with their dicks. But her former
husband and now obviously Mac held the secret of how to make a woman happy.
"Ohhhh," Judy sighed, dropping her head down to the pillow and rolling it slowly back
and forth as she closed her eyes and luxuriated in the incredible feeling in her pussy.
Mac had pushed his forefinger in between the puffy lips up to the first joint. He could
feel her snatchlips open up slightly, then clamp shut on the invading digit as he
wriggled it teasingly around the slick membrane between her outer and smaller inner
pussylips. Mac slid it up with some effort, bending to the right and planting wet kisses
on the flesh of her inner thighs. He moved his mouth to within an inch of her cunt,
dragging his fat, hot wet tongue across her goose fleshed skin while he sucked at her
thighs with his lips. Judy ground her asscheeks against the wrinkled top sheet, trying to
work her body down to the big man's mouth. But Mac kept edging away, always
keeping his mouth and tongue barely within reach to the hungry cunt mouth. The
result was an excruciating frustration that burned every nerve ending raw in Judy's
writhing body. Her belly heaved and sucked as her nostrils flared with passion. Her
high cheeks flushed red with blood as her eyes rolled up in her head. They had never
felt anything like this before. She felt consumed by a raging fire of sex that she'd only
dreamed of in her wildest fantasies. Judy bent her knees, dragging her legs up and
spreading apart her quivering thighs. With this movement the blonde could feel her
cuntlips unsticking and peeling back as Mac kept lapping at her thighs.
"Please, don't do that," Judy begged.
Mac just chuckled, pulling back more and nearly sliding off the bed as he moved down
to her feet. He was sucking her right little toe now, scraping his front teeth against it as
he molded the flesh of her soft leg with his powerful fingers. He sucked two toes now,
lapping them wetly with his tongue. It was crazy. He was trying to turn on all parts of
her body, and it was working! Judy could feel a strange tingling sensation rising in
between her toes, enveloping her feet then radiating up her legs to her pussy. Weakly
she tried to kick him away as a hint to get back to her pussy. Mac caught both feet in
his hands and chuckled again. He was kissing up the back of one calf, licking her flesh
like a dog hungry for food.
Judy didn't know how much time and moaning had passed before Mac had bathed both
legs in a thick layer of his hot spittle. She'd lost her mind with the agony of sexual
tension and foreplay. Finally he'd worked his way back up to her crotch. She could feel
Mac's hot, heavy breath sifting through the crisp hairs surrounding her slick slit.
Cream-colored pussy juice frothed out from between her chewing cuntlips and dribbled
down the crack between her legs to the sheet below. Judy could feel the flooding juices
of her cunt seeping from the deepest parts of her slit to drool out continuously as her
belly knotted up almost painfully.
Mac started rimming the stretched right cuntal hp, placing his fingers on either thigh
and pushing them gently apart. Judy stiffened with excitement, her mind blasting white
with a sudden flood of shameless lust. His tongue trailed agonizingly slow down the full
length of her outer right labia until it reached the bottom junction of the two lips. Judy
let out two desperate large gasps, pressing her buttocks into the mattress hard as her
belly contracted and her arms pounded the sheets in helpless desperation. Up crawled
Mac's tongue, dragging its tip along the left swollen labia until it touched the hot, red
tip of Judy's stiffened clitty.
The blonde let out a hoarse choking sound that ended in a low, throaty wail.
"Oh God, what are you doing to me?" the woman cried as he moved his fingers to her
pussy and held her cuntlips apart with his fingers. He was exploring her, discovering
the curves and hollows of her cunt. Mac's strong fingers cut into the muscles just above
each of her knees. He spread her wider inch by killing inch. Judy felt as if she were
being split apart. And yet the tension added to the steady friction of his mouth against
her slick, drooling pussy.
Without thinking Judy started moving her hips. She clawed at the sheets with her
trembling, icy fingers and rolled her head more desperately on the crushed pillow. She
felt her fine golden hairs tangle around her neck and ears. Her pussy juices were
mingling with the torrents of saliva pouring from Mac's sucking mouth. Judy didn't
know how long she could hold out before coming in the big man's mouth. She could
feel her pussy tightening more and more under his oral attack. Judy knew she wouldn't
be able to take much more without letting go soon. The blonde wanted to cum with
Mac's cock reaming out her snatch. Judy tried to say something to convey her urgency.
But her mouth only lolled open. When she finally managed to form a sound with her
lips Mac moved up and covered with his mouth and started kissing her wildly. She felt
more floods of hot pussy oil bubbling out and wetting down her cuntal curls. Mac ran
his fingers gingerly along the hot, slick slit. Judy had closed her legs, but Mac's touch
brought a low moan from deep inside her. She parted them again to let Mac find her
clitshaft one more time. He rolled his thumb back and forth until he was scraping her
clit raw with friction. Judy flung her arms around the big man and clung to his neck,
whimpering and begging him with grunts to put out the fire devouring her pussy. Her
breathing was out of her control, gaspy, shallow and hot as Mac reached up and pulled
her arms from around his neck.
Moving down again Mac pulled the blonde's knees up and out, her cuntlips peeling
back by the strain of her parted knees. The big man reached down and caressed her
firm ass with his hands. The tickling touch brought shudders of pleasure to her lips.
Soon her cunt was half over his mouth now. He came down completely, further and
further until Judy heard her soppy cuntlips fit against his chin.
"Ohhhh!" she cried. The blonde was high, dizzy, still falling through a strange universe
created by the big man's hands and mouth. Judy opened her eyes and saw bright colors
floating in front of her. She felt her lungs swell with air, threatening to blow apart as
she sucked in more oxygen through her flared nostrils. She was a true bitch in heat,
thrashing and crying out as that fat-cocked stud was lapping up her flowing pussy
juices.
Judy could feel the sheets under her body wetting down with sweat and cunt juice. Her
arms were braced on the mattress as Mac kneaded her asscheeks with his hands,
moving her so that her throbbing cunt rubbed against his mouth. The blonde could feel
his fingers sliding closer and closer to her asscrack. Hunching up her buttocks, Judy let
Mac ease his hands further up until he was cupping both cheeks easily in his palms.
Judy let out another sobbing cry. Mac's tongue was searching back along her cunny.
She felt it spear in and out of her pussy, slick and hard and pointed like a small cock. It
stabbed up, pulled slowly back, then stabbed up again. He was tasting her drooling
gash, sucking in the greasy membranes. The blonde rolled her hips back and forth like
a ship bouncing in a stormy harbor. He licked hungrily at her clit, making her move
her hips faster and faster. His front teeth cut her more. Judy groaned, loving that
ripping sensation and started pumping her ass up and down wildly. She was fucking his
mouth, driving her cunt madly against Mac's face as her twat ached up to climax.
"Uh... uh... uh..." Judy gasped huskily. Mac drew one hand out from under her butt and
moved it around to her cuntmouth. He put two fingers together and slid them suddenly
into her convulsing cunt.
"Ahhhh," Judy cried, drooling and tossing her head crazily. Mac fucked in and out of
her with his closed fingers and sucked her clit between his teeth. She could hardly keep
still enough for him to give her enough friction. When the tickle became too teasing,
she forced herself to quit bucking so Mac could eat and finger her pussy more easily.
He was digging her cuntal lining now, plowing his knuckles against the slick folds.
Feverish, itching chills broke out in the pit of her belly. He had to. stop. He had to stop
now or she was going to pop off in his mouth!
"Gonna cum! G-g-gonna c-c-cum," Judy stammered out in a desperate, whimpering cry.
Mac sensed her desperation and pulled back. He moved up, placing his big hands on
either side of her shoulders as his cock dragged across the sheets, then bumped up
against the hungry mouth of her pussy. Judy babbled incoherently with happiness as
she felt Mac slip his hands under her shuddering shoulders while he pushed his knees
against her upturned butt. Judy shivered with excitement as Mac let his cockhead rest
against her tight cuntal mouth. He put his tongue in her right ear, swirling it around
teasingly as he slipped his cock into her cunt. Judy moved her hips, changing slightly
the angle her cunt made with Mac's huge cock. He was halfway inside when her cuntal
muscles spasmed and clamped down on him. He let out a low, surprised moan.
"Jesus! I've never known a woman who could do that," he gasped.
"I can't help it," Judy moaned. "You're so big, it's doing strange things to me." The
woman stared up at him. Her face was eager and hungry, glowing with intense sexual
excitement as she forced her muscles to relax.
When her pussy slackened slightly, Mac started with his insertion again. Judy felt her
insides stretching out around the huge shaft. She teased, waiting for the bulging
cockhead to reach the bottom of her cunt. He was sliding deeper and deeper, driving
down more and more until the blonde wondered if his cock would come out of her
asshole. His balls swung closer until she could feel them brush against her buttocks.
The blonde cried out as Mac tucked his ass under her harder and she felt his heavy
balls swing against her asscheeks. Mac pressed deep again. One heavy ball nestled
against the cheek of her ass. Only then did Judy realize she was feeling the hilt of Mac's
cock. He was all the way inside her. That idea drove her wild. With effort she wrapped
her arms around his neck again, hugging and kissing him. At the same time Judy
rocked her hips slowly up and down to feel the huge cock digging against her cunt.
Then the big man started fucking her vigorously. Slowly at first, then increasing his
speed, Mac slid his cock in and out of her hole like an oil drill. Hot flashes shot up
from her opened pussy with each downward thrust. Judy cried and laughed and sobbed
as Mac moved his hands to her titties and squeezed the hot flesh like two melons. His
thumbs ran over her stiff nipples. His body hairs sanded across her tender flesh, digging
into every pore of her silken body as he drowned her mouth with his hot spittle.
With a sudden flash of inspiration, Judy clenched her cunt muscles, holding onto his
driving dick when it was three-quarters buried in her. Mac cried out as she tossed her
ass with wild, feverish movements. Mac sounded as if he were strangling. He tore his
mouth off hers and cried out meaningless threats as Judy loosened her cunt. Mac
laughed, then went back to reaming out her cunt again.
"Now, NOW!" Judy cried out.
"Yeah, babe, yeah," Mac whispered hotly in her ear as Judy felt her belly ballooning up
with climax. Her ass was moving like a wild animal. She bit her bottom lip as the
convulsions in her cunt became stronger and stronger. The circle tightened, released,
then tightened again. It closed and chewed at Mac's cock as the velvety surfaces stroked
him nearer to his orgasm.
"Ohhhh!" Judy cried as she felt herself pushed over the edge. A licking, sucking heat
gouged her cunthps, exploding against her clit as Mac's cock started pouring out its hot
jizz into her hole. The powerful jets scalded her cuntal walls as more and more cum
packed down in her pussy. Judy thrashed and grunted, dancing her shivering asscheeks
along the mattress as her orgasm devoured her pussy completely. The
painful/pleasurable spasms seemed to last forever as the two of them became entangled
in a sea of thrashing arms and flailing legs.
When it was finally over Mac rolled off the blonde, wrapping his arms tightly around
her waist and throwing his left leg over both of hers. Judy felt a delicious kind of
warmth settling over her body as' she nestled against the big man's hot, sweaty,
muscular body.
"Oh, no one's ever made me feel that good before," Judy said honestly. Even in the best
moments of her marriage, the blonde had never felt her entire body involved in such a
mind-scorching experience.
"Flattery gets you everywhere with me," he said, stroking her titties with his right hand.
For several minutes the two of them lay quietly without saying a word.
"Mac?" Judy finally asked, her mind drifting back to the events in the stationery shop
earlier that day. "What are we going to do about that gang?"
"I've talked to the cops. They're interested in getting 'em, but everybody's afraid to talk.
We tried arresting them a couple of times, but everybody says there was insufficient
evidence. Those kids were back on the street a couple of hours after they were arrested.
I don't know. They leave the shop alone when I'm there. But I can't stay there all the
time," Mac said, rolling over and kissing Judy lightly on the cheeks. The blonde began
having second thoughts about going to work for Evelyn.
"Maybe I can press charges for something and see what happens," Judy suggested.
"That's crazy," Mac said, peering into her eyes as his hands stroked further down her
belly. "Besides, we can talk about that tomorrow," he said, rolling her back on her ass
as his legs trapped her against the mattress. Judy was amazed. He was about to fuck her
again.


Chapter 4

Evelyn felt better the following day, and her spirits improved during the week. The
three day limit the gang had given her had passed, and they hadn't returned to the
shop. Of course she had notified the police and they had put a surveillance unit near
the building. Although the perky brunette wasn't sure if the ordeal was over, at least
she felt it was getting under some kind of control.
If Evelyn felt good, Judy felt incredibly happy and relaxed. Besides feeling useful on a
job, she felt complete as a woman. She and Mac had bedded together every night since
that first encounter, each fucking session more intense than the other. Every day Judy
felt as if she were flying on a higher and higher cloud. Evelyn guessed at what was
happening and made occasional light jokes about the matter, grinning as both Mac and
Judy blushed furiously under her steady gaze.
At the end of the week Mac had left just after four-thirty to pick up more boxes of
stationery for the shop. It was a cloudy day, the thick overcast blocking out most of the
sun. Evening came early that Friday, blotting out the outlines of the buildings an hour
earlier than usual. Judy put down her pencil and closed the accounting book, her mind
drifting to Mac and his masculine body. She wondered what they'd do tonight. Every
evening seemed to open some new realm of sexual experience for either her or him. She
giggled a little self-consciously as she thought of how he'd tried to fuck her in the ass
the other night. Mac was so excited he came all over her buttocks before he had a
chance to slip his fat dick into her greased, hot ass. They had to wait thirty minutes
before he could get hard again. And then they decided to postpone the butt fucking and
end up with a good old-fashioned cuntal reaming.
"Judy," Evelyn called from the front of the shop. The blonde shook her head, putting
those lewd thoughts temporarily out of her mind as she pushed herself up and turned
around to walk out into the shop. As she entered the main area, Judy saw a middleaged 
female customer just walking out of the shop with a wrapped package under her
arm.
"More business, hmmm?" the blonde commented, leaning against the wall and folding
her arms across her chest.
"It's been picking up, but that's not why I called you here. Look out the window,"
Evelyn said, moving to the front display case and leaning against the plate glass. Judy
tilted her head to the side and narrowed her eyes in curiosity. "Come on," the girl
urged.
Judy walked quickly to the window, moving up to Evelyn's side and peering into the
quickly thickening darkness. At first she couldn't make out a thing. Then it occurred to
her that that was what Evelyn was referring to.
"The police – they're gone," Evelyn said with a touch of nervousness in her voice.
"They probably went out for a snack or something," Judy said, feeling her own skin
crawl with fear.
"I'm going to call them," Evelyn said, pulling her head back and running to the wall
phone. Judy could see the girl was almost in a panic. "They're the only things keeping
those hoods out of my shop."
"Mac'll be back soon," the blonde said encouragingly.
"Not for a couple of hours. He's got a few other places to go to. I'd never be able to
find him," Evelyn wailed as she fumbled with the dial. As the girl talked with someone
at the other end of the line, Judy walked slowly back to the display case in front of the
storefront window and looked out. The street was almost totally bathed in darkness
now. A thin, wispy fog swirled around the streetlamps, filtering their dim light. A thin,
shimmering coating of mist covered everything as a lone car or two roared down the
Boulevard. She heard Evelyn hang up the receiver loudly and turned around to see what
happened.
"They pulled them off," Evelyn said, biting her lower lip as she still held onto the
receiver. "They said there wasn't enough evidence to show we were really in danger.
They needed the cops for other duties. What are we going to do?" Evelyn almost
wailed.
"There's no proof they're going to come back. Come on, let's lock up for today and
wait for Mac to come back," Judy said, feeling more frightened as the seconds ticked by.
Evelyn agreed with the blonde's idea, and they locked the front door, pulling the shades
down and hanging up the closed sign on the window. Moving to the rear of the shop,
Judy and Evelyn talked merrily, each trying to cover her increasing nervousness as the
clock on the south wall ticked menacingly. After thirty minutes went by, Judy ran out
of conversation and sat quietly behind her desk and stared at nothing in particular. Out
of the corner of her eyes she caught Evelyn's body stiffening.
"What is it?" she asked, feeling her heart suddenly contract.
"Someone's at the rear door," Evelyn whispered.
"Is it locked?" Judy asked, drawing her hands across the table and pushing them
protectively against her tits.
"I always keep it locked," Evelyn said, rising slowly from her chair and leaning forward
toward the door in question. Judy thought she could hear something like scratching or
scraping against the bottom wooden section.
"Could be a cat," she suggested hopefully as the scratching became louder. Then the
sound of slowly splintering wood filled the air.
"Could a cat do that?" Evelyn asked, backing away from the tiny office area to the front
of the shop.
"Call the police," Judy said, rising quickly from her chair and joining her friend. They
had barely reached the partition dividing the office from the shop when the air was
filled with the sound of shattering glass. Judy's eyes widened as she saw the window in
the top half of the door break apart. A hand shot in, reaching down and turning the
brass knob. The same three hoods Judy had seen earlier rushed into the shop and were
on top of the two cringing women before either had a chance to run for safety.
"Told you ya had three days, but ya decided to call the cops, eh?" the man called Joe
said, holding Evelyn tightly by the arms. He pinned her wrists to the small of her back.
The pain in her shoulders made her wrinkle up her face in agony. The other two stood
behind Judy, leaving her alone at the moment. Seeing Evelyn wince in pain the blonde
started to move forward to help her. The tall blond with close-cropped hair behind her
pulled a .38 from his trousers and moved quickly in front of her, striking Judy in the
belly with the butt of the pistol. She gasped in pain and doubled over as Evelyn
screamed in horror. She'd never experienced such a sharp pain. Judy's mouth worked in
silent movement, sucking in air as tears of agony filled her eyes. It was impossible to
believe something like this was happening to her. She felt her knees buckle under her
as she grabbed her stomach and sank quickly to the floor.
"You broads are the only holdouts in the neighborhood. You're givin' us a bad name,
right Jack?" the tall dark-haired, thin hood holding Judy said to the one who had just
attacked Judy.
"You fight us, the others start gettin' ideas," Jack agreed, shoving the .38 under the belt
of his trousers as he bent down and grabbed Judy roughly under the arms. Yanking the
grunting blonde up, he half carried, half dragged her toward the wall. Judy was still
gasping for breath as Jack slammed her against the wall.
"What are you going to do to us?" Evelyn asked. The question echoed in Judy's ears as
she felt rough hands unbuttoning her white cotton blouse and pulling it off her
shoulders. Weakly she protested, but with no success. Jack laughed, then slid his fingers
under the thick strap of her bra and ripped it open. The other men laughed obscenely
as he finished stripping her in the shop, tearing her skirt zipper, hauling it down with
her pink nylon panties.
"I want you to watch what happens to blondie now. The same thing's gonna work on
you if you don't pay, and pay good," Joe said, wheeling Evelyn around until she was
facing the half-conscious Judy. The third man, Doug, joined his buddy. Judy was
snapping out of her trance now and felt a sudden rush of shame as she realized she was
standing stark naked in front of these leering men. The two in front of her were
holding her tightly against the wall by the shoulders, looking down at her hanging tits
and bushy pussy. A tremor of terror rippled through her body, making her skin crawl
with horror as she thought of what these men could do to her. Mutilate her? Judy
looked into their hard, blue eyes and realized they were capable of anything. Her lips
moved in silent prayer as she felt Jack slide his hands to her tits. He grasped her boobs,
making Judy tremble as she felt her firm round mounds hefted upward. He laughed as
he squeezed her jugs, making the brown nipples stand out like two knives at the end of
her breasts. Mac had done this before, but with a gentleness and sexual urgency that
made the pain delicious. Now all Judy could feel was agony and raw terror gnawing at
her heart and brain.
Dropping his head, Jack clamped his lips onto her nipple and started sucking.
Suddenly, Judy screamed and arched her back, bouncing off the wall as she tried to
wiggle away from the men. He had bitten into her nipple. She felt his teeth digging into
the soft flesh just above her right nipple. A sharp lancing pain filled her mind as she
struggled helplessly under the man's tight grip.
"That's it babe, scream all you want. Nobody's gonna hear you," Jack said, pulling his
head off her boob and looking down. Three sharp tooth marks showed red around her
sore nipple. "Just a sample, babe," Jack said, turning around and looking at Joe. The
dark-haired hood nodded, and Jack pulled away from the limp Judy. The two women
looked as he moved to the display tables and studied the merchandise stacked neatly on
the tops. With a quick forward movement, Jack overturned the two forward tables,
spilling the goods onto the floor. Booklets and cases scattered across the room with a
loud clattering sound. The big man kicked a few of the articles lightly as both Judy and
Evelyn watched him closely.
"Get her down on the floor," Jack said, reaching down and starting to unfasten his
Levi's.
"Oh God, haven't you done enough to us? Please, don't do it," the blonde begged. Jack
swaggered up to her, his big hands reaching around her bare thighs and grabbing the
soft flesh of her buttocks. Judy closed her eyes and fought down the desire to shriek as
the thick fingers dug harshly into her smooth buttflesh. Doug moved to one side,
twisting her right arm behind her and up until the blonde thought he was going to
snap the bone out of her shoulder socket. Obediently the woman sank to her knees, her
face reddening as she fought for breath. Judy's head sank to her chest, her long silky
blonde hair dangling in front of her twisted face. Quickly Doug let go of the right arm,
raising his leg and snapping his boot hard against her shoulders. Judy's head jerked
backward from the force of the kick as her body shot forward and toppled completely
onto the floor. The blonde banged her chin hard against the tiled floor when she fell.
The room seemed to spin wildly around as Judy felt her thunderous boobs flatten out
against the floor. The three men laughed as Evelyn cried out with fear and compassion.
Jack finished unbuttoning his Levi's, pulling his zipper tab down to the bottom of his
fly and pulling the two halves of his tight Levi's apart. Pushing his Levi's down to his
knees, the big young hood freed his half-erect dick. It drooped downward, colored with
a dark red arrow-shaped tip. He looked at the two golden mounds curving gracefully in
the air as he stroked his hanging prong up to full hardness.
"You wanna beg for this, blondie?" Jack sneered. Judy pushed her hands upward to her
shoulders, trying to raise her body as she lifted her head off the floor and turned
painfully around. Shaking her head back and forth to clear her eyes, the blonde
suddenly realized what he was going to do to her. This violent dry butt-fucking would
kill her. He'd split her apart with that narrow spear.
Instinctively she squeezed her powerful ass muscles together, tightening up her
bunghole as he leered at her.
"Please don't hurt me," Judy said in a soft, whimpering voice. She felt her pulse race
faster and faster. Terror gripped her like a cold claw closing onto her pounding heart.
Her eyes widened and bugged out as Jack kicked her legs further apart with his boots.
His thin lips twisted up into a leering sneer as he dropped slowly to his knees and
aimed the tip of his dick at her asscrack. He opened his mouth slightly and let out a
roar of laughter that echoed in the room. When he was settled between her legs, Jack
reached down and grabbed both mounds firmly. He spread them apart, fingering the
goosepimpled flesh as he stared hotly at the narrow crack. Tufts of blonde cunthairs
could be seen growing backward from Judy's pussy. They poked their way into the air
from the narrow strip of soft skin separating her asshole from her pussy-slit. Jack
laughed softly as he contemplated these hairs, running his thick thumbs along the
narrow crack until they came in contact with this narrow band of flesh. He kept
pushing them downward until he could feel the bottom junction of her pussylips. Judy
groaned, hunching her thighs downward instinctively and sliding Jack's thumbs into
her twat. The sudden shock of his entry made her cry out with despair and shame.
"Looks like she's hot to trot already," Jack said nastily. The words bit into Judy's pride
as she wriggled her hips from side to side, bucking them up and down, trying to get rid
of the insistent thumbs plowing her fuck furrow. They toyed with her pussy mercilessly,
digging and scraping at the tender tissues rather than caressing them.
Jack pulled the full, downy ass-mounds apart with a final jerk and fell forward, pushing
down with his full weight as he slid his greasy dickmeat into the blonde's asscrack. Judy
cried out when she felt that wet heat from the big man's cock burn into her buttcrevice. 
Clawing at the tiled floor, Judy tried to crawl away from the pressure and pain
raking her butt. Tears welled up in her eyes and spilled onto her flushed cheeks as she
dragged her beaten body slowly across the floor with Jack laughing and riding
piggyback.
The blonde could feel the contact of his flared cockhead against her shitter. It was
nudging the crinkled sphincter of her ass. Judy strained every muscle in her body as she
tried to shake Jack off her back. But it was impossible. He was too heavy and powerful
for her to resist. Letting out a choked sob of defeat the blonde rolled her head to the
side and went limp. He could do whatever he wanted to her. His big hands gripped her
waist, holding her steady.
"Goddamn it, hold still," he demanded in a threatening voice.
Judy stopped wriggling. He guided his cock into her ass as he hunched up, then drove
down his thighs with a powerful thrust. Judy's eyes bugged out at the same time as she
felt a ripping, tearing sensation ache through her butt. She felt the elastic lips of her
sphincter open up reluctantly to admit the invading cock. Her mouth opened and let
out a cry of agonized pain as the cock rammed fully into her shitter. Every muscle in
her thighs, butt and legs cramped from the agonizing pressure as Jack forced in more
and more of his dick.
"Take it out. Oh God, don't do this to me," Judy begged in sobbing whimpers as the
three men laughed at her. She caught sight of Evelyn's face once, twisted with horror
and disbelief as she watched the blonde brutally treated this way in front of her. Judy
screamed again as his cock shuttled in and out of her asshole with terrifying regularity.
Each time he jammed his prick deep into her hole he forced her hips to slide along the
floor. Judy could feel loose dirt on the tiles crunching into her pussy as Jack's grunting
echoed sickeningly in her ears.
"Yes, Yeah!" Jack groaned as his cock ballooned in Judy's churned-up bowels. The
blonde was sure he'd ripped her asshole, tearing apart her bowels with his ramming
cock. The woman moaned, falling limp and semi-conscious as the young hood
continued to plow her ass with his throbbing rod.


Chapter 5

The speed of his downward thrusts into Judy's squishing asshole grew faster and faster.
She thought only of the pistoning cock in her rectal sheath and the splitting pain it was
causing. The blonde felt her big ass muscles cramp up again under the increasing strain.
Judy lay helpless on the floor, her belly, tits and chest made numb by the cold tiles. She
dug her fingers into the cheeks of her face as more tears rolled down. The blonde
realized he would shoot his wretched hot spunk into her bowels any moment now. Soft
grunts came out of his parted lips. He banged his hipbones into her jiggling buttocks
wildly, changing angles of entry with every downstroke. Judy hated that young hood
doing this to her.
Yet in spite of all this, the heat from that sinking rod began to spread through her
body. It radiated down to her cunt, making it start to itch with a strange desire. As Judy
moved her right leg to relieve some of the weight pressing down on it, she felt her
cuntlips slide apart and curl back as her body slid forward an inch or two on the tiles.
That subtle movement sent chills and flashes of wet heat rippling through her pussy.
Oh, what's happening? Judy thought as she closed her eyes and tried to fight the tight,
aching feeling enveloping her pussy now.
"Shit, I'm gonna cum soon," Jack said in a deep, throaty groan. His throbbing prong
was pumping crazily into her now, greased by a thin slime of blood and shit. It seemed
to fill her body and become the center of her universe. Each pulsing shove brought a
responding throb in her empty cunt. The pain in her ass was actually teasing her
swelling clit.
Judy groaned again as she felt that greased cock swell inside her ass. Her mind was
spinning again, this time with the familiar red fog of lust. The pain in her buttocks
blended with the guilt and shame and pleasurable sensations rippling across her pussy
to produce a gripping sensation never before felt by the grunting blonde.
"Ah, ah, ahhhhh..." Judy grunted as Jack fed her his cock faster and faster. She strained
her neck upward, pulling up her head until her chin rested on the floor. Strands of
blonde hair hung in front of her glazed eyes like a heavy silken fringe. She could see
the other young men leering at her and laughing. She could see Evelyn narrowing her
eyes and looking curiously at the blonde's sudden change of reaction. Judy closed her
eyes and rolled her head until her left cheek rested on the cold floor. Hiking up her
knees, she brought them down again, only to pull them up. She was sliding her puffy,
juice-flecked snatch-lips up and down across the slick floor, rubbing her clit shaft
against the tiles. A thin stream of greasy cunt juice trailed behind her fluttering pussy.
For a second Jack stopped pounding his dick into her. Judy felt suspended in dark space
as the throbs of his dick made her ass pulse in return. The rhythmic throbbing in his
dick became stronger.
He was about to dump his spunk into her bowels. Judy closed her eyes more tightly
and waited for the hot gush of jizz to flood her gut. Under her she could feel her steely
hard nipples pressing against the floor. They tingled with excitement as her cunt
winked shut with sexual heat and excitement.
Then she felt Jack's fingers claw at her thighs, raking across her sensitive flesh as a 
lavalike flood of jizz filled her shitter. The kid was cumming, spattering his load of 
jizz into her tight hole. Judy jerked her head off the floor, snapping it back and 
twisting her lips apart in an obscene position as she let out a howl of unspeakable 
delight. Her fat cuntlips snapped shut, pressing and curling in against her sputtering 
clit as the blonde was gripped in the throes of her climax. Her legs kicked up and out 
while she dragged her twisting body across the floor a few desperate inches. Pussy 
juice frothed out from between her swollen labia and wet down her cunt hairs as wave 
after wave of climax rolled over her cumming snatch.
"Oh, oh, ohhhh, oh..." Judy moaned, feeling her skin tighten up and crawl with a
glowing pleasure as the final ripples of climax died away from the blonde's twat.
Exhausted, the woman lay on the floor, softly moaning out her pleasure. Only gradually
did Judy realize exactly what had happened to her and the danger both she and Evelyn
were still in.
"That's plenty, babe," Jack said in a low voice. Unceremoniously he pulled out the still
jerking pole from her shitter. There was a soft plop as a thin mixture of cum, flood and
shit trickled from the tortured, stretched asshole. Obediently Judy rose, tucking her
arms and legs under her as she pushed herself up into a standing position. The blonde
felt dirtied and shamed beyond description. She could still feel something wet and
greasy leaking out from her ass and trickling down her thighs to the floor. A dull ache
still throbbed in her greased, jizz-packed ass. Judy was afraid to reach back and see
what was coming out of her bowels. She was sure the big man had ripped her apart
with his ramming cock. Clumps of dust, dirt and debris clung to her tits, legs and belly
as she stood in front of the men helplessly. Judy wondered what they were going to do
to them now. Make Evelyn endure the same agony and degradation? Judy raised her
head, brushing the strands of blonde hair away from her eyes and looked at her boss.
The perky brunette stared back in horror. Obviously the same thought crossed the girl's
mind.
"Okay, let's strip this one," Joe said behind Evelyn.
"No, NO! I'll do anything, but just don't touch me!" Evelyn cried, the cords in her neck
standing out as she twisted and turned helplessly in their arms.
"Looks like the little cunt's understandin' us," Jack said, wiping his shitty dick clean on
Judy's wrinkled panties. Tossing the dirtied briefs onto the spilled stack of address
books, he flipped his limp cock back into his pants.
"Payment's due every week, regular, like the tide," Joe started to explain to Evelyn as he
let her go. The young brunette raised her hands and rubbed her forearms as she turned
and looked terrified into his cold eyes. "You treat us good and we won't bother you.
And if anybody gives you trouble, you just give us a call here," Joe said, fishing down in
his right pocket and pulling out a folded card and handing it to her. "We'll send
somebody over to can him. Now you pay cash, babe. Two hundred bucks a week to
start with. When your business gets goin' we'll probably up the price a little. And no
funny games," Joe warned as Evelyn walked backwards toward her tiny office. "You saw
what happened to your friend here. That's just a sample."
Evelyn nodded her head up and down quickly, almost running to her desk and pulling
out the day's receipts. Luckily business had been picking up. With some bulk wholesale
orders, she'd taken in a little over three hundred dollars. The brunette grabbed up the
bills and counted out the first payment to these young thugs.
"Here," she said, handing the money to Joe who counted it carefully.
"Good. Jack's the bag man here. He'll be around every Friday to collect. See ya, girls,"
Joe said, chuckling to himself and going over the bills as he walked to the broken rear
door with Jack and Doug behind him. Judy meanwhile had staggered to the wall and
leaned heavily against it, raising her hands and pushing her hair behind her ears. She
looked around her at the scattered books and pen and pencil sets.
"No, no, no," the blonde moaned over and over again, burying her face in her hands.
She didn't know if she could face anyone again. Judy was sure they'd all seen her lustful
reaction to that ass-plowing. She should have been crying out, clawing at the man,
begging him to stop. As it was she could barely keep from crying out for him to fuck
her harder and faster. What was happening to her? That question whirled around and
around in her mind as she heard the door close in the back and the brisk clattering
sounds of Evelyn's footsteps getting louder.
"Oh my God, my God," the brunette said in a choked voice as she ran up to Judy and
wrapped her arms around the blonde's waist. She fell into Evelyn's arms, stumbling
forward as the brunette lead her slowly into the rear office. Judy felt she didn't want to
talk right now. How could she explain what happened to Evelyn when she couldn't
reason out to herself?
"Those pigs! I should call the police right now," Evelyn said, looking angrily at the
shattered door window.
"No, oh God, no. They'd put a car out front again for a week or two, then take it away
and the same thing would happen again."
Evelyn sighed as she lowered Judy into a chair.
"I'd better call a doctor," the brunette said, reaching for the phone.
"No, I'm all right," Judy said, imagining what the doctor would think when he took one
look at her ass. Would he believe she was raped, or just a woman who was begging for
excitement and got more than she'd bargained for?
"Mac'll be back soon," Evelyn suddenly said, glancing at her watch.
"He can't find me like this," Judy said panic-stricken as she pushed herself off the chair
and started for the main area of the shop. "Oh God, I can't let him know what
happened to me," she said desperately, bending down to her pile of trampled clothing
and starting to dress.
"I'll clean up," Evelyn offered, moving around quickly and righting the tables as Judy
pulled her clothing on. Every movement was painful to the blonde. When she was
finally dressed, Judy told Evelyn she couldn't stay any longer at the shop tonight.
"Call me tomorrow," the brunette said, holding Judy by the shoulders and looking
tearfully into her friend's eyes. The two women sobbed out something incoherent and
embraced tightly. At this point Judy felt the torrent of horror and shame break loose
over her mind and flood out. Her body shook violently with sobs as tears spurted out of
her burning eyes. Her body swayed and jerked as she howled and screamed out her
misery and degradation. The hysteria lasted only a few minutes. Soon the blonde was
able to regain control of herself and pull away from the shaken Evelyn.
"I feel better. Thanks. Don't tell Mac," Judy sobbed out brokenly as she smiled weakly
and walked out the rear door.
That night Judy fought nightmares throughout a restless sleep. She thought of that
young thug standing triumphantly over her like a general over his defeated war victim.
That long, thick cock dangled half erect out of his open trousers, pointing at her.
Slowly she watched as the foreskin tightened around the ballooning cock and the flared
tip grew redder with lust and blood. Then it was completely stiff, jerking mightily with
each pulse raking its incredible length. The scene shifted quickly, a replay of the horror
of that afternoon in the shop. She was on her belly, clawing and scratching at the cold
smooth floor as Jack plowed her shitter with that hot spear. But this time the others
were violating her also. Joe lay naked in front of her, his big dirty hands tangled in the
jungle of her hair and pulling it out by the roots as he hunched forward and rammed
his dick into her mouth. She submitted weakly, running her tongue up, down and
around the greasy tube as Jack squirted his cum into her bowels. In the background
Judy could hear Evelyn's screams of outrage as Doug raped her tight pussy. The whole
scene swam with cum, cunt juice, blood and shit as they all reach blinding orgasms.
With that Judy awoke in a cold sweat, her hair plastered to her forehead as she stared
wide-eyed into the darkness. Only then did she realize the obscene acts she'd witnessed
were only in her head. I've never dreamed anything like that before, she thought, lying
back down and staring wonderingly at the ceiling. That ass-fucking had flipped a switch
somewhere in her mind. What had been turned on Judy had no idea. But she was
beginning to feel something knew invading her mind and soul, something that
frightened and at the same time excited the hell out of her.
The following day neither Judy nor Evelyn spoke of the ordeal of the day before. Mac
was present almost all the time, unloading the boxes he'd picked up the day before. The
blonde later learned Evelyn had told her brother kids had tossed a brick through the
rear door window just as a cruel joke. In that neighborhood it was more than possible,
and Mac accepted the explanation without question. As for her glum appearance all
day, Judy told the dark-haired stud she was going through a particularly painful period,
and she wasn't going to be much good company for anything for the next few days,
another explanation Mac accepted without question.
At the end of the day the two women locked up the shop and started counting their
take. Mac had already left, no longer worrying much about anything happening to Judy
or Evelyn. Enough time had passed, he felt, since the cops had taken the car off the
beat. If the gang were going to move, it would have done so already. Neither woman
objected to his leaving, knowing full well they'd paid their protection for the week.
"How are you feeling?" Evelyn hesitatingly asked as she finished counting the bills in
the cash box. It was the first time all the day she'd brought up the subject.
"Better," Judy said after pausing for a few seconds. The actual physical damage was less
than she'd expected. But her mind was seared by the experience. To have been brutally
raped, and in that manner, was more than most women could take. Yet somehow she'd
managed to accept it and tuck it away in her mind. Judy knew she'd have to deal with
that memory the rest of her life.
"If there were only some way we could get back at them," Evelyn said thoughtfully,
putting down the bills and looking angrily at the desk top. "I even thought of selling
out. But I've got most of my money and Mac's sewn up in this shop and the inventory.
I'd lost everything if I were to bail out now."
"Don't, Evey," Judy said, reaching across the desk top and putting her hand gently on
the brunette's arm. "We're safe as long as we make the payments. I don't want to
crusade for anything. Maybe when you get on your feet you can think of selling and
moving to a different location. Right now-" There was a loud knocking on the front
door.
"We're closed," Evelyn shouted, leaning forward and looking at the shaking door.
"Just a couple of minutes, lady. It's important. It'll be a big sale," a voice came 
through the door. Judy had drawn the shade down on the door and window before moving 
back to the office.
"If only I weren't so damned hungry for money," Evelyn sighed, smiling at Judy as she
stood up and walked slowly to the front door, pushing back her hair. Unlocking the
latch, Evelyn pulled the door open and started to say that she could only let them in for
a few minutes. Judy heard the brunette suddenly cry out as the door banged loudly
against the wall. Standing up and moving around the partition the blonde saw four tall
Chicano men of around twenty-five rush into the shop, slamming the door behind
them. The first to enter bolted through the store, pulling a knife from a leather pouch
attached to his black leather belt and headed for Judy. The blonde stood petrified with
horror as he stopped inches away from her, reaching out and wrapping his arm around
her neck. She nearly lost her balance as he whirled her around and pressed her ass
tightly against his crotch. At the same time he choked her windpipe nearly closed,
bringing the sharp end of the blade against her throat. Judy could feel his uneven
breath blowing against her head as she heard him shouting orders in Spanish to his
cronies. Evelyn was moaning and screaming as the sounds of a violent scuffle behind
Judy filled the room.
"So, Senora, you're making deals with the Anglos, eh?" the big man said, sliding the
blade up and down her throat.
Judy's eyes widened as she moaned a no as loudly as she could.
"We control the neighborhood, understand?" he said, violently jerking her forward,
then pulling her back again. "Those dumb Anglos are out to take over, but we fight
them and win."
Judy could hear the others mumbling approval of what the big Chicano said proudly
behind her.
"And we're gonna teach everybody they pay us and not them."
Judy thought it would come to this. She prayed silently as the big man dragged her
across the floor to the front of the shop.


Chapter 6

"Remember, one scream and I'll stick this goddamned shiv in your gut," the tall, husky
Chicano named George snarled at the helpless Judy as he pushed the two women into
the old VW bus. Both women had their hands tied tightly behind them before being
pushed out of the shop and into the deserted street. George climbed in with them,
pushing them roughly to the floor as he still brandished the knife in front of them. One
other member of the gang climbed in with them, a skinny Mexican/American with
pimples dotting his face. The other two climbed into the front and slammed the doors
shut quickly behind them. Judy edged closer to Evelyn as she felt the car rumble
forward down the boulevard toward the freeway.
No one spoke a word as the old van climbed the freeway on ramp and sped east into
downtown Los Angeles. Judy was afraid to even make a move as the bus rattled and
swayed its way into East Los Angeles. They'd been moving silently for about an hour
when the blonde felt the van turn several times, finally stopping. When the engine was
turned off the woman's heart began to beat wildly. Whatever was going to happen to
them began now.
"Okay, out," George said, reaching over them and opening the rear doors. Judy turned
around and scooted out on her ass with some difficulty, dangling her legs over the rear
of the floor and sliding down to an uneven piece of ground. As Evelyn slid down
behind her, Judy looked around at the blank wooden walls around her. She guessed
they were in some warehouse area of town. Crude, obscene spray-paint signs were
scrawled on the sides of old abandoned apartment houses and warehouses. A single
streetlight illuminated the immediate area with a lurid yellowish glare.
"Inside," George said, sticking the tip of the knife against the blonde's forearm. Judy
cried out with pain, jerking away as she stumbled forward and moved toward a
decaying warehouse building. George ran ahead of her, pulling open the corrugated
metal door and motioned with a jerk of his head for the two women to move inside.
"Where are we?" Judy asked as they stepped into the black pit.
"Headquarters of Los Ojos," George said proudly, letting the others in before he slid the
door closed with a low, rumbling sound. There was some fumbling behind, then the
lights flicked on. Two bare bulbs dangled from overhead beams. Judy winced and
turned her face away from the sudden sharp glare. "This is our territory. No Anglo's
ever been in here. We're spread out all over L.A. We gonna take over the city, babe,
make all you whities pay," George added, moving up next to Judy and reaching up to
her hair. He grabbed a handful of her silky strands, yanking them back suddenly. Judy
staggered back several steps, her head snapping down as she thought he was going to
snatch her bald. "Fuckin' whore," George muttered, pulling down with a hard jerk and
bringing Judy to her knees.
"Ohhhh," Judy cried, grateful the pain stopped when she crashed to the floor.
"Whatever you want we'll pay," Evelyn said as she watched her friend abused.
"Oh, you're gonna pay all right," George said, his mouth twisting into a hard smile.
"But you're gonna pay in ways you ain't even thought of. We're gonna rub shit in your
faces, and you're gonna love it," he said, leering at the two women. Judy cringed under
that obscene stare. "The rest of the gang'll be here to watch. Hey Jose, get Manuel,"
George suddenly called out, turning around and looking at the tall, pimple-faced
Mexican with a bushy moustache. The young thug smiled, then ran out a side door.
The others glared at the two women as the sounds of some kind of scuffle echoed dully
in the abandoned warehouse. Jose kicked the small door open, leading something into
the light. Judy's eyes widened with horror as she saw a snarling German shepherd being
dragged into the warehouse. That was Manuel.
Before Judy could think, eager hands removed her blouse and skirt, leaving her
standing just in her bra and panties. She shivered from the cool evening air blowing
softly around in the warehouse. The men chuckled at her condition, making filthy jokes
about her cunt in Spanish as they led her to an iron support beam near one of the
walls. Forcing her down to her knees, George and Jose pulled her arms forward and
pressed them tightly against the beam while the others brought rough cord and tied her
wrists tightly to it. The blonde's cheek pressed hard against the rusting, cold iron as she
felt terribly exposed to the men and the snarling animal. Judy waited in hopeless
despair for their next move. Her ass was in that obscene raised position, vulnerable to
any kind of attack. This new gang seemed more violent and careless than the other. She
and Evelyn might really lose their lives this time.
There was more scuffling behind her and barking as the men swore something in
Spanish. Then everything was quiet. She could hear someone walking up to her. It was
George. He stood to her right, bending down and sliding his hands over her rump. The
terror she felt at the moment suddenly transformed itself in her mind to something else.
As his hard, calloused palm caressed her rounded buttocks through the silk panties,
Judy felt something warm and wonderful glowing over her snatch. She was actually
responding to this humiliation. It was a replay of what happened in the shop the other
afternoon, only now her reaction was much more immediate and stronger. She felt his
thick fingers crawling over her flesh, sliding under the elastic waistband and digging
into her butt-flesh as they moved down into her asscrack. With a thick chuckle, George
pushed the briefs down over her thighs to her knees. Judy moaned as she realized her
snatch was completely exposed now.
The big Mexican said something in Spanish, and the other men answered him. Judy
could hear the dog growling lower now as they dragged him up to her. Only then did it
occur to her what they were planning to do. She clawed at the ropes cutting into her
wrists as she screamed for help. The blonde banged her head against the iron beam as
she heard the dog breathing behind her.
Then he was licking her, slathering the softness behind each knee, wetting her with that
soft, swathing tongue. Judy fell limply against the beam. It felt so good. She thrilled to
the touch of that animal. This was a new turn in her life, a sick twist as she gave herself
up to that animal. No, she couldn't be that perverted. Once more the blonde stiffened,
crawling up against the beam and shaking her ass to get the big shepherd away. Her
knees scraped painfully against the uneven asphalt floor.
"Ohhhh," Judy moaned. Why was she feeling so weak all of a sudden? Why were her
shoulders shaking so violently while her tits felt so hot and sticky in her confining bra?
Judy fought with the rising desire in her mind. The animal's nose pushed hotly against
her cuntal mound. That force against her swelling, slick labia made her buck forward
and cry out.
"Oh Judy," Evelyn moaned, not realizing her friend was turning onto the animal. The
big grey and white shepherd's hair bristled with lust as he tilted his head to one side
and pricked his pointed ears forward. His big forepaws trembled with passion as his
knobby red prick ballooned and started sliding out of its furry dark grey sheath. Judy's
downy ass globes mushroomed over the dog's head like two full moons, trembling with
terror and excitement as he felt on slathering down the hot flesh with his thick pink
tongue.
Suddenly she felt a quick, scalding pressure of that powerful tongue as it peeled her
cuntlips apart. Judy cried out again, sagging her belly toward the floor as she fell limply
once more against the beam. The big dog growled deep in his throat and braced his
paws on the floor as he pressed up and in. One wet lick rubbed over her stiffening clit
shaft. Judy stiffened and jerked forward again, feeling her cuntal muscles clamp shut on
air and suck inward as she bit down hard on her lower lip and drew blood. Now Judy
could feel the familiar sexual ache racking her pussy. Only it was a dog bringing her
along this way, not a man straddling her. The friction of one wet surface against the
other, the dog's tongue against her pussy folds and clitty shaft, were driving her
mindless with lust. She hated to admit to herself what was happening. Yet the evidence
was too overwhelming for her to deny. She was becoming a bitch, a woman who was
no better than the whores who performed with dogs and donkeys for money!
Unconsciously Judy pushed her hips backward toward the whimpering dog. The blonde
sucked in a ragged breath as her heart pounded mightily in her chest. She tasted the
blood from her lip as the dog grunted with excitement and lunged at the glistening,
tender pussy surfaces as Judy pushed backward toward him. Judy could feel the short,
bristling fur surrounding his pointed snout rubbing against her outer labia as he pushed
his muzzle further into her slick gash. Judy threw back her head and let out a yelp of
horror and delight as she felt his crisscrossed teeth cut into her tender pussy.
Her thick cuntal oil bubbled out and slathered down the fur on Manuel's muzzle as he
pressed inward with more determination than ever. The blonde extended one leg
outward, squatting down as if she were going to shit to give him more room to lick.
The animal's black nostrils flared and glistened with bubbling pussy juice. His pink
tongue lolled sloppily over her cunt, parting the hot crack and bathing her clit over and
over with his spittle.
Judy was building steadily toward an orgasm. She bucked forward then jerked
backward, banging her head against the iron beam until she thought her skull would
shatter to pieces. Her body flamed with unspeakable, unnatural desire. There was a
steady, pulsing itch in her cunt. Her snatch lips were inflamed red and hot, burning like
a glowing coal. While the big animal continued to slather his tongue around her ass,
Judy rocked her hips slowly, the subtle friction of her inner cuntal surfaces rubbing
against her clit-tip. Strings of drool started oozing out from the corner of her mouth as
Judy closed her eyes and hummed out an obscene tune of delight. She was rocking up
to climax, undulating her thighs in rhythm to the licking animal.
"Huhhhhrrrr, huhhhhhrrr," she growled in a throaty cry as Manuel's slick tongue
burrowed into her fuck slit.
"Oh my God," Evelyn cried out, turning her face away as she watched her friend twist,
hunch and writhe under the big animal's slopping tongue. Judy's face was a contorted
mask of unmentionable lust and desire. Drool oozed freely from her mouth and
dropped in long strings down toward the floor as short, husky gasping sounds came
from her throat. She felt her skin burning with lust as Manuel the German shepherd
lapped more furiously with each passing second.
Judy gasped and babbled to the animal as he lapped her up to orgasm. Her clit burned
from the steady wet friction and the spaces between her fanned toes tickled strangely.
The blonde pulled and jerked at the ropes binding her wrists tightly to the iron beam as
she cried and twisted about uncontrollably. Every tiny hollow of her cunt was peeled
back now and swollen with lust as the hungry, growling dog attacked the exposed pussy
tissues mercilessly. She moved her ass up, down, around and around as her clitshaft
sputtered, then flared with orgasm. She twisted from side to side so Manuel's teeth
brushed first one cuntlip, then the other. Judy felt her twat clamp shut, blink open,
then snap shut again. Her breathing caught for a second, then turned into a gasp as the
first mind-scorching blast of cum rippled through her drooling pussy.
"Uh, uh, uhhhh," the blonde cried, pulling and twisting at the ropes as they bit into her
wrists. She wanted to wrap her legs around that licking animal as one after another
climactic wave swept over her aching cunt. The blonde cried out louder and louder as
her twat walls spasmed madly. She could feel the muscles trying to grab the dog's
nudging black nose. The shepherd gave a little yip, then nuzzled harder between her
buttery cuntlips. If a man's cock were in her now, she'd be milking it now. The thought
burned into her brain, hurrying her on to a harder, more intense cum. She pitched on
the floor, dragging her knees across the asphalt and skinning off the flesh. Judy didn't
care. Everything stopped existing for her – Evelyn, the Venice Thirteen, this rival
Chicano gang, the entire world except for her and the dog. The wet sounds of Manuel's
thick tongue sopping up her running cuntal oil echoed in her ears as she jerked and
bucked with each powerful contraction.
When Judy opened her eyes again George had pulled the dog away and forced him to
sit in the far corner. Judy dropped to the floor, twisting her head around to take a better
look at the animal who'd brought off her pussy so powerfully. He sat, his pointed ears
still pricked forward with his muzzle sopping wet with her cunt juice and his spittle.
Between his hindquarters jabbed out his red, knobby, pointed prong. Judy felt a ripple
of desire and fear as she stared at that animal's dick.
"Bring the other one over here," George said, nodding at Evelyn.
"Oh please, no," the brunette wailed, twisting her body around as two Chicanos
dragged her half-fainting with terror across the uneven warehouse floor and pushed her
down next to the limp Judy. "How could you have done such a thing?" the brunette
whispered to her friend as she crouched on her hands and knees.
"I couldn't help it," Judy gronaed, still sagging from her tied wrists. She could sense
Evelyn's sense of outrage and it burned into her pride. Yet what could she have done,
scream to God? How could he have helped her?
"Looks like the girl here's a little uppity," George said to the others having overhead
Evelyn's comment to Judy. "Jose, Juan, Pablo, let's take her down a couple of pegs,
huh?"
The others leered at the cowering Evelyn, then nodded in approval. In an instant
George and the skinny, pimple-faced Jose were on top of the screaming brunette,
tearing at her blouse and dress, ripping the white cotton material and pulling down at
the dark blue straight skirt until they'd torn her clothing off. Evelyn covered her tits
with one hand and her crotch with the other. Her eyes were wide with fear as George
moved around behind the brunette, then bent down quickly and stuck his fingers under
the woman's bra strap. Evelyn had been watching Jose like a cat and hadn't noticed the
big, handsome Chicano move behind her. She jerked away from George, ripping the
snap off her halter with that move. She cried out in surprise, holding the front cups of
her bra to her titties while the ripped strap dangled down at either side.
It wasn't long before the inevitable happened. Judy watched weakly and helplessly as
the brunette was defeated by the four men. Eight hands ran over her cringing body,
pulling her hands away from her titties. The torn halter fell easily to the floor, exposing
two small titties that jiggled as the men pawed Evelyn's slim body. George reached
forward again, this time having moved once more to the front of the wailing woman.
He curled his thick fingers around her panties and tore them apart, exposing her darkhaired 
cuntal mound. "Oh!" Evelyn cried in shame. Her face blushed a deep red as she turned from 
these men and stared pleadingly at Judy.
George unzipped his pants. He moved quickly, opening his pants and pulling out his
short but fat dick. A few strokes and a little pressure of his fingers brought out the first
drop of jizz to his piss-slit. Evelyn stared at the stubby fat pole, then dug her heels into
the floor and started scooting backward on her bare ass. Jose and Juan caught her
before she moved too far, laughing as George almost ran forward. He was on top of the
shrieking brunette in an instant, planting sloppy wet kisses on her throat and tits. His
hands pawed and clawed her flesh, violating her most private places while his cock
poked insistently at her cunt.
"Shut up!" George finally shouted, leaning back while he raised his right hand, then
brought it down hard against the side of Evelyn's face. The brunette's head snapped to
one side from the blow. Then she was quiet, biting her lower lip as George fell back
onto her limp body and started inserting his cock into her pussy.


Chapter 7

Evelyn's rape was short but ugly. The big Chicano bit her severely on the tits and neck,
swearing and hitting the helpless perky brunette as he huffed and pumped his fat little
dick in and out of her snatch with loud, wet sucking sounds. Judy buried her face in
her right arm, straining not to listen to her friend's wails of outrage and disgust as
George blew his wad into the young woman's stretched snatch.
When it was over the big Mexican dragged his sticky dick out of her twat and staggered
to his feet, sneering and snorting out short laughs as he reached up and wiped his
drooling lips with the back of his hand. Evelyn lay quietly on the floor, her head turned
to the right and her knees raised, but wide apart. Red fingermarks streaked her chest,
belly and tits. Bruises were beginning to appear on her thighs and neck while a thin
stream of whitish jizz coated some of her slicked down pussy hairs and oozed out of her
peeled back cuntlips.
"Hey, Jose, ever see two broads make it?" George asked.
"Oh my God," Judy cried, feeling her scalp crawl across her skull in revulsion. "Just
what do you people want? We'll pay you the money. Just don't ask us to do anything
like that!" the blonde said in disgust as she twisted her head around and peered hotly at
the men.
George walked over to Judy and pulled out his knife from his Levi's. The blonde closed
her eyes and turned her face away, afraid he was going to slice her throat. Instead, the
big Chicano cut her bonds with three quick strokes, letting her fall half to the floor. As
Judy was pulling the ropes off her wrists, George grabbed her forcefully by the right
arm and pulled her upward. The blonde struggled to her feet, stumbling along the
uneven floor as she was pulled roughly to Evelyn.
"Eat," he said, dropping Judy in front of the half-unconscious brunette. Just then the
blonde saw several more members of the gang slide into the warehouse through a side
door after giving some secret knock.
"Oh, oh, oh," Evelyn moaned, opening her eyes and seeing Judy crouching in front of
her between her legs. The girl had heard the last of the conversation and realized what
was going to happen. Judy raised her right hand and pulled her long blonde hair from
the front of her face. Her knees were scraped raw from the broken asphalt near the
beam where she was tied and tongue-raped. She looked at the bushy brown pussy in
front of her and wondered what to do.
George moved around behind her and bent down, wrapping the fingers of his right
hand around her neck and pushing her head forward. Judy cried out in tight, gurgling
sounds as her hands flew out in front of her for support. They landed hard on Evelyn's
inner thighs and pushed down on the soft flesh as she saw that furry mound shoot
closer and closer to her plunging face. There was a musty smell of stale cunt juice and
male cum assaulting her nose. Then the blonde found her face buried in a mess of
sweat, jizz, cunt juice and prickly cunt hairs. There was something soft and slick
brushing against her lips. Judy guessed it was Evelyn's cuntlips.
Listening to the big Chicano's demands, Judy swallowed hard and started licking at
Evelyn's twat. The brunette jerked her head up at the sudden pressure on her snatch
and watched in horror as Judy's head slid up and down her crotch.
"Oh God, don't do this Judy," Evelyn moaned, propping herself up with her hands as
her eyes bugged out further. Slowly she drew up her knees, peeling back her cuntlips
with the pressure from that movement. She scooted back quickly, leaving Judy hanging
in mid-air. Pussy hairs clung to the blonde's tongue and upper Up.
"Get back, slut," George said, looking threateningly at Evelyn. The brunette cringed as
he raised his right hand menacingly above his head and started moving toward her. She
slid slowly back to Judy, closing her eyes and letting out small animal-like whimpering
sounds. When the brown patch of cunt fur was under her once more, Judy lowered her
head and started licking the pungent-tasting pussy once more. She'd never known what
a woman's snatch tasted like, except her own, of course, when she licked her fingers
curiously after bringing herself off in bed. It wasn't too repulsive licking Evelyn's
snatch. The act might even have been enjoyable in the privacy of one of their
bedrooms. But in front of all these insulting, obscene Chicanos, it was the foulest thing
she could be doing. Her face blushed red with shame and guilt as her continued lapping
up and down the brunette's pussylips. Her pendulous titties dragged across Evelyn's
thighs as she tucked her knees further under her and dug her fingertips harder into the
brunette's legs.
To her surprise the blonde was beginning to sense Evelyn's response to her licking. The
cuntal membranes were warming up, swelling gradually with blood and excitement as
her licking became more purposeful. Judy started pursing her lips, making little sucking
movements along the puffing edges of the brunette's outer labia while she jabbed her
tongue quickly in and out of the wetting gash. Judy started tasting warm, fresh cunt
juice oozing out from the depths of Evelyn's cunt. Glancing up quickly, the blonde saw
her friend's belly rising and falling more quickly. Evelyn's breathing was becoming
more shallow, catching at times whenever Judy moved near her clit, and her brown
little nipples were starting to poke up and stiffen.
The blonde herself was responding to Evelyn's response. A warm glow was settling over
her snatch, turning into a hot tightness as her mouth dragged over the swelling snatch.
She moved her hand off Evelyn's legs and pushed her fingers against her boobs. Judy
cupped a nipple in the palm of her hand, squeezing the spongy flesh and making her
long, red nipple stand out like a fleshy spike with the pressure. A strange itchy twinge
radiated down from her fingered boob to her pussy and brought a sympathetic spasm to
her partially sheathed clit. Her long blonde hair trailed teasingly along Evelyn's shaking
legs, tickling the hot flesh and making it pucker up into goosepimples. The Chicanos
commented on how the two women were turning one another on. Judy and Evelyn
ignored them. They were sailing off in a world of their own.
Evelyn pulled her knees up further, giving Judy more space to lick. The blonde
responded quickly, running the tip of her tongue along the inner ridges of Evelyn's
outer labia. She peeled back the brunette's thick pussylips and concentrated on her hot,
greasy cuntal walls. Evelyn grunted, hiking up her knees even further until they were
pressing against her tiny tits. As Judy bore down on the juicy cunt, sliding her tongue
up to the brunette's sputtering clit shaft, Evelyn twisted open her mouth and let out an
unholy howl, snapping her legs together and trapping the blonde's head between them.
Judy gasped for breath, digging her front teeth against the bulbous clitty knob as Evelyn
bounced her ass along the floor. Her fingers clawed the asphalt under her as Evelyn
wailed, writhed, thrashed and bucked.
With some difficulty Judy reached up and pushed Evelyn's legs apart. The brunette let
out a long, whimpering sigh as she relaxed and fought to catch her breath. Her slender,
petite body was glistening with a thick layer of sweat now. Her titties jiggled like jello as
sweat poured down her forehead.
Judy crawled up her friend's body, dragging her cunt across the floor slowly upward
until the two women's pussies were pressed tightly together.
They groaned, sliding back and forth, up and down, grinding their fleshy, puffy labia
against each other. Their swollen cuntlips slid against one another, peeling back under
the pressure as their wet, trembling membranes touched and rolled with the women's
movements.
"Ohhh, Evelyn groaned as their cunts made contact. Judy also felt this new sensation of
female flesh against her pussy strangely and uniquely exciting. The blonde moved her
hands to Evelyn's titties, cupping the small, resilient mounds in her palms and running
her fingers over the brunette's touch little brown nipples. This had been done to her
hundreds of times, but she'd never been the giver of this kind of action. As Evelyn
arched her back and moaned, Judy closed her eyes and dug her greasy snatch down into
the brunette's, feeling the tight, sputtering pleasure she was sure Evelyn was having
now in her breasts. Judy gasped and moaned more frequently now as she molded
Evelyn's tits, digging her fingertips harder into the spongy hot flesh.
Lowering herself again, Judy opened her mouth and took a nipple in her mouth,
sucking hard until she could feel the hard titty-tip pulling over her front teeth. Evelyn
cried out again, jerking her body up and down as Judy sanded her tongue over that
sputtering nipple. She sucked and licked while she moved her hands down between
their writhing, wet bodies and stroked Evelyn's bristling pussy-hairs. The brunette
rolled her ass again and again as Judy toyed teasingly with her hot, fat labia. Judy felt
her fingers getting slick with their cunt juice. Her body was on fire, flaming with sexual
excitement because of another woman.
"Ohhh," Evelyn moaned again as Judy milked her puffy labia with her fingers, rubbing
their wet rubbery edges together as her fingers inched agonizingly slowly up to the
brunette's clit. Evelyn let out another low, throaty groan as Judy grabbed her stiffened
clit shaft and rolled it gently, pinching it finally and creasing it with her thumbnail. 
The brunette jerked up her knees one more time, scissoring her legs over Judy's back and
holding the blonde tightly to her as she thrust up her buttocks shamelessly and
smashed her pussy again and again against Judy's drooling snatch. The two women
shifted their weights, rolling from side to side and up and down as they tried to rub
their swelling clits together. They were dangerously close to cumming.
"Okay, girls," George suddenly said, bending down with Jose and pulling Judy roughly
off Evelyn's bucking body. The two women cried out at the sudden break in their
sexual frenzy. Judy's arms fell limply to her sides as George flung her to one side,
leaving her panting and gasping for some kind of sexual relief. Her snatchlips glowed
an angry red as her clitshaft poked out from the top of her pussylips.
Evelyn was no better off. She panted and whimpered on her back, clamping her legs
together and grinding her thighs as she tried to muster up some kind of friction for her
clitty.
"Get over," George said, reaching down and rolling the blonde onto her belly. Judy felt
completely helpless and drained of all energy. She was hovering near sexual orgasm,
floating in a world of bright colors and thundering sounds. Her clit itched unbearably
while a tight, hot ache was making her pussy burn like a blast furnace. Every square
inch of her body was on fire. What were they going to do to her now?
"Hey, Manuel."
The words made her blood freeze. Judy turned around just in time to see Jose leading
the German shepherd up to her ass.
"No, oh God please no," Judy moaned, trying to squirm away as George slid his big
hands under her belly and pulled her thighs high in the air. The big dog trembled with
lust as he saw those fleshy globes rise like moons in the air. As Jose held Manuel back
by the scruff of his furry neck, George slipped his fingers into the blonde, hot, wet
snatch, sliding them back and forth and slicking them down with the hot oil. Judy
moaned at his heavy touch, squeezing her thighs together trying to trap his fingers in
her twat.
"Shit, she's hot!" George commented as he felt her cuntal muscles ripple shut, trying to
trap his fingers inside. He yanked them out and brought them around to the animal's
quivering nose. The shepherd pushed his head forward, pricking up his ears as his
nostrils widened at the familiar odor. He let out a long, deep throaty growl that cut
through Judy's mind like a rusty saw.
Wiping the slick juice on his pants, George nodded to Jose to begin.
"Come on, boy," Jose said, letting go of the big shepherd and standing back. The dog
lurched forward, growling and sniffing as Judy pulled her head around and bit her
lower lip in terror. She felt her head spinning wildly as she waited for the animal to rip
her to pieces.
There was a strange silence, followed by something hot and wet blowing through her
pussyhairs. Judy knew it was the animal's breath. She could sense his raw power just
behind her exposed pussy. Her slender shoulders shuddered with revulsion as she could
hear Manuel sniffing at her cunt.
"Uhhhhrrr," Judy grunted as she felt the shepherd's black, cold nose pushing up against
her pussy. The blonde prayed he would just finish her off by lapping her box again.
Judy thought she could stand something like that. After all, it was just one surface
against another. There wasn't anything too wrong with that.
Her mind suddenly went blank when she felt the dog rear up and place his cold
forepaws on her upper back. Judy cried out as the nails dug into her tender flesh. She
could feel the big animal shaking against her body, whining in indecision as to what to
do next.
Behind her she could hear the men laughing and commenting as Manuel moved slowly
forward, carefully moving his paws over her back. His hindquarters slid along the
uneven floor until they were almost pressing against the back of Judy's bent legs. The
blonde cried out again in a low moan, pressing her forehead against the dirty floor and
rolling it back and forth as sobs shook her fragile body. She was being degraded in this
obscene, unnatural way in front of all these people. She'd never felt so dirty, humiliated
and degraded before in her life. Then there was the terror of being at this animal's
mercy.
"Uhhhrrr," Judy moaned again as she felt something hot and slick press against her
cuntlips. It was Manuel's dick, long, knobby and smooth sticking completely out of his
furry sheath. She could hear the big dog's whines as he flattened himself against her
back and started making quick, jerky movements with his hindquarters. The pungent
animal smell of the fucking dog filled Judy's nostrils as she felt his claws digging into
her sides. Judy jerked up her head, twisting open her mouth and letting out a babble of
threats and screams of horror as she felt the dog's body heat up around her, His
pointed snout was half opened now, drool leaking out from the corners and oozing
down onto her shoulders and back. Her tangled, dirtied blonde hair hung in clumps
before her eyes as Judy shook her head and clawed helplessly at the floor below. The
dog's blood-heavy prong swayed lazily from side to side as he kept jerking and
hunching his rear hips forward.
Then the animal froze, positioning himself more carefully. Judy felt her heart beating so
hard she thought it would rip through her rib cage. She could feel that slick knobby
thing sliding across her asscheeks, finally springing free and hanging loosely between
her widely spread legs. Manuel backed off slightly then moved forward and up,
dragging his cock up the moaning blonde's trembling inner thighs until he found the
bottom junction of Judy's cuntlips. With a grunt of triumph, the big German shepherd
drove forward and pressed the pointed tip of his dong against Judy's tight gash.


Chapter 8

Judy stiffened, then lurched forward as she felt that animal cock slicing into her pussy.
Her skin crawled with revulsion as the thought of that ugly, knobby thing entering her
body flooded her mind. She could feel it snaking its way in, forcing into her pussy. The
uneven bumps on Manuel's dick plopped past her tight lips, driving into the dry hole
mercilessly as the men laughed and pointed at the blonde's horrible dilemma. Fucked
by a dog!
The idea almost drove Judy mad with horror on the spot. She was being filled up with
dogmeat – inches and inches of it. Already the animal's cock was dribbling warm
streams of cum. Manuel's dick was spearing deeper and deeper into her pussy. She felt
her belly sour and turn over, threatening to empty out as her hole was forced wider and
wider apart by the growling dog's dick. She felt horrified, her jaw dropping lower and
lower as dry heaves tore at her belly. Her breathing became rapid and shallow as she
felt that slick, disgusting cock ramming her.
More and more was fed into her until she finally felt the animal's short fur tickling her
cuntlips. He was all the way inside her! A dog, all the way inside! Judy broke down,
crying and sobbing out her horror as the men laughed at her. Only the fat knob at the
base of the shepherd's cock remained free of her gash. Manuel tried desperately to work
it in, twisting the dog's strong body and shoving forward. But Judy sensed that would
tear her snatch to pieces. Quenching her cuntal muscles hard as she could, the blonde
successfully kept the bulge free from entering.
But her clamping added to the giant dog's excitement. Rocking back and forth, Judy
was unintentionally working the shepherd up to climax. He whimpered, thrusting
harder and snapping his powerful jaws in the air. Judy's cries became louder as she
realized what was happening. She could feel that dick ballooning up inside her, pushing
out the tender walls of her cunt as it got ready to spatter out its first load of jizz.
"Oh, God, no, noooo," the pretty blonde wailed as her titties rolled, bounced and
bumped together. More spittle hung in strings from the corners of the animal's mouth.
Manuel's hunching became faster and harder. He drove the big knot against her pussy
until Judy wondered if he'd succeed in driving it actually inside.
"Cum, baby, cum," George said, laughing loudly as he put his big hands on his hips
and sneered down at her. "That's what you Anglo sluts are good for – dogs." He raised
his boot and pressed the toe against the side of her face. Judy turned her head away,
groaning. She felt her stomach turning over faster and faster while her mind whirled.
She was going to wretch. She knew it. She was going to die in front of them. The
blonde thought all these things as the shepherd hunched and clawed at her helpless
body.
Judy snapped to her senses when she felt the shepherd's body suddenly stiffen and
quiver mightily against hers. She knew that feeling. It always meant the male was
teetering on the brink of climax. The blonde ground her teeth together, bracing herself
for the horror that was about to happen. Her fingernails dug into the soft asphalt,
bending back from the pressure as a long, high-pitched wail from the German shepherd
filled the room.
There was another wail, and then it happened. Judy felt a steady gush of something
warm and hot pouring into her pussy, flooding it like the squirts from a barium enema.
Manuel was cumming, blasting her pussy with his doggie jizz. Judy broke out into a
series of hoarse, choked cries. More and more steady spurts shot out of the dog's cunt
embedded cock as the shepherd howled and growled with sexual release. Judy felt
thoroughly shamed now. She couldn't look at anyone. The blonde wanted to crawl into
a corner and hide like the lowest form of insect from the men. They all saw what
happened. They laughed and made what she was sure were filthy comments in Spanish
about what was happening to her.
When Manuel finished dumping his animal spunk into her, the big dog crawled off
Judy's back and trotted back to Jose. Judy remained in the grotesque ass-up position for
several seconds, afraid to move one way or the other. The full impact of what had just
happened to her was descending on her mind only now. How could she look at herself
in the mirror any more? All she'd be able to see was an attractive young blonde who'd
been fed to the dogs.
Finally the blonde pulled herself up and turned around. Evelyn was being pinned to the
ground, her snatch being fucked by one member of the gang while another was
straddling her shoulders and driving his dick from her throat. The brunette's arms were
held down tightly to the floor as her shoulders shuddered. Judy raised her hands and
covered her ears. She couldn't stand listening to the choking gurgling sounds Evelyn
was making. They were going to kill her with their jizz. She couldn't breath under all
that pressure.
Then the men jerked and swore in Spanish, dumping their filthy loads of contaminated
jizz into the choking woman. When they finished they crawled off Evelyn's body,
tucking their prongs in as the brunette rolled over on her side and tucked her knees up
to her titties and moaned like a wounded animal. Tears steamed from her eyes.
"Okay, you've got a sample of what's gonna happen to you each time you don't pay
up," George said, glancing down at his watch and raising his black eyebrows as he
noticed the time.
"But what are we supposed to do?" Judy asked, crawling across the dirty floor to
Evelyn. The young woman was still curled in her fetal position, jamming her knuckles
in her mouth and sobbing . quietly to herself. Judy reached over and touched Evelyn
lightly on her scratched, dirited thigh.
"Leave me alone!" the young brunette cried out, scooting back on the floor as if she'd
been touched by a hot iron. The men laughed and made remarks as George and Jose
bent down and picked up the women's ripped and wrinkled clothing.
"Get into these and get the fuck out," he said, throwing the clothing that was now little
better than rags into Judy's face. The blonde caught them in her hands, looking
hatefully at the tall, grinning Chicano. He stood there triumphantly grinning at her.
Next to him lay that horrible German shepherd that had fucked her after licking her
snatch and bringing her to climax with his tongue. Judy sat quietly for several seconds
replaying the terrifying scenes of this evening. She shook her head slowly back and
forth. No, this couldn't have all happened in one evening. A moan from Evelyn made
her realize that it had.
"Here, Evy, we've got to get dressed," Judy said, bending forward again and touching
the brunette again. This time Evelyn raised her head and realized it was Judy next to
her. Her eyes filled with tears and spilled over as she looked down at her thighs. There
were clawmarks all over her creamy flesh. Clumps of her brown snatch hairs had been
ripped out by the raping men.
"We drop them back at the shop then go look for those fuckers Venice Thirteen," Jose
said as Judy crawled to her feet and slipped on the remnants of her blouse and skirt.
Evelyn moved painfully, grunting and groaning with each arm and leg movement she
made. Jizz leaked out of the pussies of both women as they finished covering their
bodies with what was left of their clothing.
"Oh Judy," Evelyn said, looking at her friend. The blonde's hair hung in dirtied tangles
over her face and ears. Scratches and bruises covered her cheeks and forehead, while
clawmarks were visible on her throat and left shoulder. Her legs were scraped almost
raw by the violent fucking – both men and dog – she'd received.
"Remember, you pay us," George said, grabbing Judy tightly by the right arm and
hauling her through the side door toward the old VW bus still parked next to the
deserted warehouse. Jose dragged Evelyn behind.
"But we can't pay both of you. I keep the books. I know the business can't take it. I'm
surprised your other customers haven't complained," Judy gasped, stumbling over the
uneven ground as she tried to keep up with the wide-striding George. His fingers dug
painfully into her forearm as he pulled her up against the van, then wheeled around
and spun her in a wide arc until she slammed against the side. Judy grunted as the back
of her head snapped to one side and crashed against the cold white metal paneling.
"You're the first ones we got to. We'll get to the rest after we wipe out those fuckin'
Anglos," George said angrily as Jose pulled Evelyn behind him and opened the rear
doors. "We controlled the neighborhood before those creeps moved in and took over
for a while. But we're strong now," George said, smirking as he reached down into his
trousers and pulled out the knife he'd threatened the girls with before. "There won't be
enough meat on them guys to feed fish with when we get through with 'em tonight,"
George said, jerking his head as a signal that all talking was over.
After Jose pushed Evelyn into the rear of the van, George pulled Judy to the back, then
hauled her roughly into the back and pulled the door shut after they'd moved forward.
The blonde heard excited shouting outside, then the van rocked back and forth as men
climbed in and started the old bus up.
"We're better to deal with than those fuckin' Anglos," George said, pulling his knife out
and picking his front teeth with the long blade. Judy looked with contempt at the tall
Chicano. She felt like spitting into his face. But she knew George would just as soon
skin her as his enemies in the rival gang.
"I can't keep the business going paying them off," Evelyn said softly as she rubbed her
sore ankles and legs.
"We're better than those fuckers. Now you two shut up until we get back," George said
menacingly, pointing the sharp tip of his shiv at the two cringing women. Both Judy
and Evelyn pressed their backs against the inside panels, riding silently as the van
carried them back to Venice. All during the trip back, Judy wondered what would
happen between the two gangs that evening, and how would it effect both her and
Evelyn. Obviously they were planning a gang war that was going to go off in a few
hours. Should she call the police? At first the young blonde woman felt nothing could
be better than having these two flocks of sadistic vultures go at one another. Yet even
after what those animals had put her through, Judy couldn't bring herself to act
passively. Besides, the winner of that war might become more sadistic and powerful
than ever with its opposition gone.
As the van slowed down, George scrambled across the back to the doors. Fiddling with
the lock for several seconds, he finally unlatched it and threw open one of the doors. A
cold rush of damp, foggy air blasted into the van, making Judy's flesh pucker up in
goose pimples. Peering into the darkness, the blonde could see they were close to the
shops neighborhood.
"Okay you two, back here," George said as he motioned the girls to come forward. The
van slowed down almost to a halt as it turned right onto Washington Boulevard. Judy,
then Evelyn crawled on their hands and knees up to the opened doors.
"You first, babe," George said, grabbing Judy by the forearm and pulling her forward
roughly. The blonde lost her footing and pitched over the edge clumsily, sailing into the
air and letting out a high-pitched shriek of terror.
"Judy!" Evelyn cried from the van as the blonde tumbled out. Evy was next. With a
loud roar the VW bus squealed down the boulevard, screeching around a curve and
disappearing into the night.
Judy lay quietly in the muck of the gutter until she felt her senses stop spinning. Muck
and filth clung to her arms, face and legs as she pushed herself up and staggered to her
feet. Evelyn lay in a quiet heap in the middle of the boulevard. Stumbling forward, Judy
moved up to the girl and sank down next to her.
"Evy, are you all right?" Judy asked, slipping her right arm under the girl's neck and
lifting her head up slowly. Evelyn's eyes blinked open and she stared wonderingly at
her friend.
"I'll never be all right again, Judy. Never," the brunette said in a calm yet terrifyingly
emotion-packed voice.
"We've got to get out of here," Judy said, helping Evelyn to her feet and wondering
when this nightmare would end.


Chapter 9

Through the late night fog and cold Judy staggered, half carrying Evelyn to the shop.
Her bare feet were bruised and bleeding from the ordeal at the warehouse and from
pieces of sharp, jagged glass she'd stepped on. All the way she kept thinking of Mac.
Judy debated whether or not she could call the big man and tell him what happened.
Then she thought of the look of horror and revulsion he would have, especially when
he learned of her encounter with the German shepherd. Judy was sure he'd nothing
more to do with her after a confession of something like that. No, she couldn't tell Mac
about what happened to her and Evy.
"Thank God, we're here," Judy muttered under her breath as she strained forward and
quickened her pace. Evelyn helped as much as she could, stumbling along until they
reached the still-open front door of her shop.
"You'd think the police would've noticed something was wrong with the front door
wide open," Judy commented wryly as she pushed open the door and hauled Evelyn
inside. The cozy warmth of the interior cheered Judy's heart as she almost ran to the
rear of the shop and deposited Evelyn gently onto the soft padded swivel chair behind
the desk. The brunette let out a long, weary sigh of relief and collapsed into the chair.
Judy moved quickly, dialing the police. Passing herself off as an anonymous phone
caller, she gave them as many details as she could of the oncoming gang war. When
they asked her, her name, Judy slammed the phone down.
"We've got to get cleaned up," Judy said. She looked down at her tattered clothes, then
over at Evelyn who sat half-dead in the chair. They both were dirty and bruised – two
women brutally raped and abused, and no one would never know about it. Their
reputations and possibly their lives depended on how quiet this all could be kept. Judy
pressed her hand tighter against her mouth. She had to keep from screaming.
"You think the police will do something about your call?" Evelyn asked in a thin voice
as Judy shook herself into action and started walking back to the toilet area.
"I don't know. I hope so, Evey. Maybe they'll put them all away and we can do without
the whole damned mob. I, for one-"
"Shh! What's that?" Evelyn said, pushing herself out of the chair and leaning forward.
Judy stopped in mid-sentence. She too heard something outside the door. The blonde
could hear talking and the sounds of many feet shuffling along the sidewalk outside the
door.
Judy fell to her knees, then crawled along the floor quietly as she motioned for Evy to
keep down. Moving quickly through the pile of scattered merchandise that still lay in
disarray around the shop, Judy crawled to the window and slowly raised her head to
peer out the glass.
"It's those kids from the other gang," Judy said in a loud whisper, turning her head
around and looking back at Evelyn who was crouched behind the partition and peering
forward. Judy raised her head again and saw Jack, Joe and the others milling
suspiciously several feet from the lamp post in front of the shop. Moving her eyes to the
left, the blonde spotted the familiar VW bus parked in the dark off the boulevard in an
abandoned lot. It was only then she realized the rumble was going to be in the vicinity
of the stationery store.
Judy fell to the floor again, crawling swiftly and painfully back to the office area.
"I've got to call the police again. They're going to have their fight now," the blonde
said, standing up and pulling the receiver off the hook once more.
"Why? Let them kill each other off," Evelyn said, standing up and holding Judy's right
arm tightly.
"Evy, we can't be like them. No matter what they did to us, if we don't call the cops
and stop this, we'll be no better than they are," Judy said, staring meaningfully into
Evy's eyes as she pulled free and dialed the police again.
The rest of the action happened so quickly it took several hours for both Judy and
Evelyn to digest it. Police had had intelligence reports on the renewed activity of the
formerly defunct Chicano gang and its vow to destroy the Venice Thirteen. Judy's two
calls helped locate the gang activity. In minutes the police were in front of the store,
arriving just in time. The fight had begun.
In short order the authorities rounded up most members of both gangs, cuffing and
dragging them to awaiting wagons while Judy and Evelyn watched undetected from the
inside of their shop. During that episode and in the ones to follow during the hearings
and subsequent trials, the two women would be forgotten by both members of the
gangs. They were simply two victims among a whole list of many who blurred with the
passage of time.
Judy and Evelyn spent the night together in the shop, cleaning up and talking out what
had happened to them both. Evelyn had been determined not only to sell the shop, but
to get out of Los Angeles for a while. Judy had managed to convince her a vacation
might be therapeutic, but leaving would just be running away. Besides, now that the
gangs were gone, there was little to fear except no business.
In the end, by the time the sun had risen, Judy had won. Evelyn agreed to stay, also
agreeing to keep the events of the night secret from her brother Mac. As for the bruises
that couldn't be too well hidden, the women agreed to concoct a story about having
been beaten and robbed by two masked thugs. They would leave out the rape.
That morning Mac found police at the shop taking Judy's statement of what happened
to both her and Evy. Although badly shaken, she said neither of them had been injured
badly. Evelyn stood silently by, swaying back and forth and occasionally leaning against
the blonde for support. Just at the end of her interview, Judy caught sight of Mac
standing in the front doorway. She felt her heart skip a beat and her face flush with
excitement as the big handsome man wrinkled his forehead and looked questioningly at
her, then at his sister. No, he never can know, Judy thought to herself as Mac strolled
into the ship, staring at the debris on the floor.

* * *

Judy's tongue writhed against Mac's like a snake, fencing and battling as she
communicated her rising needs to him. She sucked at the same time, drawing his thick
lips into her mouth. She felt the inner edges of each of his teeth and speared the tip of
her tongue into the soft, slippery tissues under his tongue.
The rising heat in her cunt drove the woman forward against Mac, sliding her oozing
cuntlips against the big man's stiffened prong. His tangled cock hairs tickled the spongy
fat labia. Her pussy and thighs were wet with passion, tingling and aching as she
hunched forward again. The two of them were alone in Judy's bedroom, lying on their
sides and playing with one another. It was four days after the ordeal of that evening.
Evelyn had closed the shop of the week, taking that vacation she and Judy had decided
would be best for her. It had taken this long for the bruises to heal enough for a good
fuck session. Judy was more than ready. And from the heat radiating out of Mac's
crotch, the blonde could see he was more than eager.
"Oh baby," Mac moaned, reaching over and hand-stroking her inner thigh softly. The
other hand reached around and kneaded her left buttocks.
Judy groaned at his light, soft touch, feeling thrills of pleasure spreading into her
snatch. Her belly rippled. Her tits touched one another, rubbing back and forth. Her
eyelids quivered and her back arched. She was moaning louder now and her pussy oil
was frothing more powerfully from between her fat, rubbing snatchhps. Needles seemed
to be digging at her tits. Tiny shards burrowed into her belly and cunt. Her clit was full
and painfully vibrating. Judy tensed every muscle in her body. Her cunt needed a hard,
ramming cock.
With a sigh of relief, Judy let her belly relax against the smooth, velvety heat of Mac's
rigid cock. A slight smear of pre-cum dribbled against her pussy membranes. She slid
her hand around his thick neck and hunched herself forward again. Judy loved that
feeling of Mac's strong virility against her. Reaching down between their two sweating
bodies, the blonde touched the hard knob with her fingers. Immediately the big darkhaired 
stud moaned at her light touch, pushing his thighs forward and burying the root
of his throbbing dick into the woman's slick fuck furrow. Judy slid slightly down the
bed, then moved up, rubbing her clitshaft against Mac's thick, hard, hot cock.
Moving her hand upward again, the blonde curled her fingers in the thick matting of
stiff hairs on his chest. Mac breathed harder against her. His big hands lifted her from
the bed and pulled her tightly to him. More heavy juices poured out of her cunt,
spilling onto her quivering thighs. Every movement she made her cunt blink open with
lust. It wanted to be filled, stuffed to the hilt with Mac's drooling cockmeat.
As if in answer to her desires, Mac rolled his hips, making his prick push against the
top of Judy's cuntmound. That pressure sent ripples of pre-orgasmic spasms deliciously
through her swampy box. Soon the knob of his cock pressed right against her clit. Judy
sighed, feeling the electric discharge seeping from the hot sex flesh to all parts of her
twat. She rocked her asscheeks from side to side, directing the thick, meaty end of his
dickhead against one pussy lip, then another. Her clit rolled back and forth under the
pressure, sending more heat through her until she thought she'd explode and burn into
a pile of cinders from all this excitement. Mac groaned, then moved his head forward
and opened his mouth, sucking and biting at her neck. Every nipple sent hot/cold
flashes of lust up and down her spine.
Again Judy rocked her hips forward, sliding her greasy gash over his cockhead. She
squirmed and twisted, screwing her snatch partially over the rounded dome. She let out
a loan moan of frustration as Mac chuckled at her efforts. He purposely kept her from
mounting that prick until he felt she was frantic with sexual tension. He wanted her
jerking and bouncing up and down his rod like a crazed puppet. He wanted the blonde
screaming and moaning like a ghost, out of control and riding his cock as if her life
depended on it.
"C-can't take it unnnnrrrrhhhh," Judy tried to say, her words turning into a series of
animal growls as her power of speech faded. Mac decided it was time to fuck her now.
He moved forward while he let Judy center her cunthole over the dome of his
prickhead. She rubbed her stiff nipples against him, sanding those sensitive pointed tips
on his body fur while she felt Mac's cockhead spread her pussylips apart, peeling the
fat, red outer labia back as it speared into her steamy snatch.
When the wide, flaring head was still pressing against the outside of her pussy, Judy felt
the steamy, belly-tensing knot starting up in her crotch. She rocked her thighs from
side to side, pressing her cunt further and further down onto Mac's insistent rod.
The big stud grunted, pushing forward and upward. With an oily plop, his dickhead
sank easily into the morass of hot, greasy pussy flesh.
Judy felt herself dissolving in Mac's strong, clutching arms. She was stabbed by him,
impaled by his thick, throbbing, drooling rod while his hot, hairy arms crawled all over
her goose-fleshed body. His legs rolled on top of hers, pinning them down to the
wrinkled sheets while his thick lips slid and sucked all over her face. She let him do
anything to him. She wanted to be fucked into a pile of throbbing, steaming flesh while
she rocketed off into a region of never-ending orgasm. These were the wild thoughts
scorching her whirling brain as Mack plunged his hot pecker deeper and deeper into
the grunting woman.
Judy contracted her cunt muscles, milking her slick cunt flesh against his sinking cock
without moving her hips and inch. Mack groaned into her spit-slicked kiss, then shoved
forward and buried most of his dick into her. Now it was Judy's turn to cry out with
ecstasy, jerking back her head and letting out a long, thin wail of unspeakable delight.
The rising heat in her cunt made her begin to move frantically on the squeaking bed.
When she arched her back, Mac pulled his cock outward until the flared ridge around
his knob tugged at her sucking pussy. That tension ripped at her mind, making her clit
shaft stiffen harder and throb closer and closer to orgasm. She was swiveling her ass as
best she could in that position, pressing her buttocks first against the sheets, then
thrusting them forward as she swallowed up Mac's prick once more. The tension
swelled in her belly, pushing down on her cunt and up on her titties until the blonde
thought she was going to blow apart. Her long, golden hair clung to her sweatdampened 
cheeks and forehead as her mouth twisted open and let out a series of
strained, guttural sounds.
Mac responded by digging his fingernails into her buttocks. Judy felt all the nerves in
her round globes standing on end, quivering to his touch. Judy felt her entire body
turning into a rubbery, melting mass of clinging fluid as her face reflected the ball of
hunger growing at the center of her pussy.
Judy suddenly felt the last strap of control snap apart. She was tossing her hips in wild
abandon now, the simmering heat in her cunt boiling over as her breath caught. Her
pussy hurt from the friction. The blonde grunted, ramming her pussy down onto the
rock-hard rod of cock.
Then Judy exploded, her mind blowing apart into millions of pieces. The hard, heavy
jolt of the first wad of Mac's jizz sent her fists flying against his chest.
The blonde screamed and thrashed, clamping her spasming cuntmuscles down hard on
the spurting rod as she wriggled and whimpered crazily. The catastrophic waves ripping
her cunt made every muscle in her body spasm. She kicked and bit at the big man,
knocked wild by the massive thrusts of the spunk-spurting cock. Judy felt her
pussywalls grip down on his prick at least two times for every wad shooting from his
knob.
The woman felt she was all cunt, wet, hot, and clenching in every cell of her body. Judy
milked that shooting rod for what seemed like an eternity. Her head jerked against the
crushed, sweat-soaked pillow while her tits jiggled like pudding.
At last the cumming ended for both of them. Mac fell backward, pulling his cock out
and fighting to catch his breath. Judy rolled half on top of the big man, murmuring out
gasps of thanks. Slowly that familiar warm, engulfing glow settled over both of them.
Judy smiled as she felt Mac's thick fingers trail over her sides, sliding down her still
bruised hips until they trailed across her wet inner thighs.
"Oh," Judy cried out involuntarily as Mac accidentally touched a sore spot.
"Sorry, babe. Those bastards! I hope the cops catch 'em," Mac said angrily, his black
eyes sparkling with revenge as his white teeth gleamed tightly set under his thick
moustache. "For those creeps to do something like that to you and sis..." Mac started to
say. Judy raised her right hand and gently pressed her slender fingers to his lips.
"Don't," she said, bending forward and kissing his lightly. "They'll find them. And if
they don't, well, it really doesn't matter."
Mac grunted, holding her more tightly to him. Judy sighed. No, the police wouldn't
find them. They already had the men responsible for doing those horrible things to hers
and Evy's body. But neither woman would ever admit to what happened.
Judy opened her eyes again and saw that Mac was drifting slowly off to sleep. She
smiled to herself, murmuring something as she snuggled against his powerful, hairy,
protective body. His limp cock pressed lightly against her left thigh as her mind drifted
back to that night in the shop. Although Judy refused to admit it to herself during the
day, she couldn't drive the thoughts out of her mind now that she'd enjoyed some of
the degradation that night. The feeling of being forced to submit to those sexual horrors
had actually appealed to something dark inside her. It came out even now when she
and Mac were fucking. She wanted him to hurt her, destroy her, pound her into
nothing with his body and cock. But then there was that dog and what she felt when
he...
No, she couldn't think of something like that. It was all too horrible, too dark. Yet
could it be possible that something inside her was unleashed in her that night,
something that even a stud like Mac wouldn't be able to satisfy? Would she become a
human bitch, hungering after perverted sex to satisfy her sick appetite?
No, no, it was a horrible thought. Judy sighed again, closing her eyes and pressing more
tightly against Mac's body. His steady, deep breathing filled the room as Judy felt
herself slipping off to unconsciousness. The last thing she remembered that evening was
Mac's warm body and the pleasing sounds of several dogs barking at the moon.


THE END
