ABUSED BY BEASTS
By Paul Gable


Foreword

The crime rate in this country has been rising in the past decade very rapidly. Every day
there are instances of brutal rapes and murders occurring in our streets. Rape and
kidnapping are becoming as common in our society as shoplifting and auto theft.
Recently there were three separate incidents where hostages were held in one major
city. Some of these criminals claim to sacrifice human life for political causes or
demands. There are other types of criminals – the psychopaths venting their
frustrations on other human beings.
Wendy Colby is one of the innocent victims of such degenerate individuals. Her
situation proves that no woman is safe, whether she is walking alone in the street at
night or during the daytime, or in the so-called safety of her home or apartment. She
had the attitude, as most women do, that nothing could happen to her.
ABUSED BY BEASTS is the story of a woman degraded and used in every way by her
kidnappers, a contemporary story of the possible dangers facing every one of us.
-The Publisher


Chapter 1

Wendy Colby lay naked in her hotel room, stretching her bare, long legs on the king
sized bed. The soft, fuzzy sensation of !he blue fluffed cotton blanket rubbing against
her inner thighs sent chills rippling up and down her spine. She closed her eyes and
squeezed her firm, flattened buttocks together, sliding them back and forth against the
smooth topsheet.
"Ohhh," Wendy whispered as she opened her full red lips and let out a tiny gasp of
delight. The slick, subtle friction of her slick, cuntal surfaces rubbing against her
partially-hooded clitty was steadily pushing her toward climax. The beautiful twenty-six
year-old blonde felt her half-dollarsized nipples tingle and screw up while an
exhilarating, hot wetness spread over her belly and down to her crotch. Wendy pushed
her legs further apart, moaning softly as she felt her fat, outer labes peeled apart from
the movement. Her heart pounded like a triphammer as she successfully fought the
desire to reach down with her slender fingers and touch her swelling clit. That would
come later. Right now she was enjoying this teasing. Wendy's mind buzzed with
excitement while the steady pulsing itch in her cunt grew to an ache. The blonde could
feel something hot and oily trickling through the dewy jungle of her blonde snatch
hairs. Her pussylips were fat and red now, puffing out and folding around each other.
Her clit seemed to burn like a tiny, red jewel.
"Ahhhh," Wendy sighed as the cords stood out in her neck and she pushed the back of
her head deep into the crushed pillow. She felt a strange tingling between her toes as
she fanned them out and worked her heels up and down against the wrinkled sheets.
The blonde curled her fingers and dug them into the blanket laying just below her
bellybutton.. There was a steady, slick clicking sound as Wendy ground her hips up and
down, sliding her wet labes together to relieve the tense aching itch in her twat. Rolling
waves of pre-orgasmic spasms swept over her belly and down to her snatch. Wendy's
breathing caught time and time again as strings of drool leaked from the corners of her
mouth and oozed down her flushed cheeks. Her eyelids fluttered open as Wendy felt
her eyeballs roll up into her head. Wendy's breathing turned into loud, high-pitched
whimpers as she no longer resisted the temptation to touch herself.
"Hrrrrrr!" the blonde cried out, dragging her fingers up her belly, then down to her
swampy pussy. As. her fingertips plowed through' her frazzled snatch hairs, Wendy
could feel her cunt tightening up like a fist. When she gripped her mound of sputtering
sex-flesh between her fingers the blonde almost pissed in bed from the electric-like
sexual flashes sputtering from her clitshaft. A hot sweat broke out on her upper lips and
forehead as her muscles tensed for the ultimate release. Wendy's feet kicked up, then
back, pushing the blue blanket off the bed. Her head rolled violently back and forth 'on
the pillow as her breathing turned into gas. Her fingers reached down and plowed in
the mushy heat of her cunt.
She could feel the slick membranes sliding under her trembling fingertips as more
warm cuntal oil frothed out of her pussy and seeped over her hand.
"Cum... cum..." Wendy groaned as she felt her back arch her body high off the bed.
The fife stormed up her thighs, fanning across her heaving, sweaty belly and up to her
jiggling titties. Wendy snapped her knees together, hauling them up to her tits and
rocking her ass back and forth as she desperately tried to get the maximum amount of
friction to her cumming pussy. Her fucking fingers dug into the wet, greasy mess of her
cunt as wave after wave of agonizing orgasm swept Wendy into a world of thunderous
explosions and bright lights.
When she finally opened her eyes, Wendy found she'd scooted across the bed in her
sexual contortions. Her head layover the side of the, big bed, dangling down toward the
floor while her feet drooped over the other side. A sleepy afterglow radiated over her
body as she raised her hands to her head and rubbed them slowly over her flushed face.
"Ohhhh," the blonde groaned, pulling herself back up to the bed and sitting in a semi
yoga position. She hadn't intended to jerk herself off this way. But the, tensions of the
day and the frustrations of the past week drove her to it. Being a new travel agent at
this convention in Monterey wasn 't nearly as easy or fun as she'd imagined it in her
San Francisco office. The ringing of her phone interrupted her thinking. Wendy
wondered if her voice sounded normal as she drew in a deep breath, then rolled over on
her side and fished in the darkness for the phone.
"Miss Colby? This is the desk clerk. You wanted me to ring you at nine," the tinny
voice said over the receiver.
"Yes, thank you. Would you call Frank's Restaurant on the wharf for me and make
reservations for one?" Marilyn asked as she rolled back on her ass, hiked up her knees
and curled, her toes playfully around the wrinkles of the blanket.
"Sure will, Miss Colby. I'll phone back if anything's wrong," the clerk said cheerfully as,
he hung up.
Wendy dropped the receiver back in its cradle and locked her hands behind her head.
This was the second day of the West Coast Travel Agents Association. Although just
out of University of California at Berkeley with a B. A. in English, Wendy managed to
land this assignment in the office where she'd worked part-time during her final college
year. Wendy had no intention of making the travel-agency business her career.
However, there were few teaching jobs available to new university graduates, no matter
how high their grade averages were. So the blonde kept her job, assured of at least a
pay check every week and an opportunity to meet people.
The last benefit meeting people was one that turned the young woman on most. People
fascinated her, especially men, if Wendy were to be completely honest with herself.
Although the blonde enjoyed meeting and helping all types, it was the young, hunky
studs strolling into the office asking for swingers' vacations who made her clitty swell
out of its sheath and push against her cuntlips. At times Wendy could hardly keep her
fingers from icing up and trembling under some handsome man's steady stare while she
filled out his travel schedule. Yet in spite of her obvious attraction to men and to the
possibility of sex with them, the blonde shunned away from any overt advances.
Although extremely attractive with delicate features and possessing a body that made
most cocks swell inside their restraining shorts, Wendy had been to bed with a man
only four times in her life. Each of those were individual horror stories she preferred
not to think about. The daughter of a fundamentalist minister and a religiously fanatical
woman, Wendy carried the terror of hell through illicit sex with her wherever she went
whether it be to church or to the various liberation movements she belonged to at
Berkeley. In spite of all the liberalization she'd experienced at college, the blonde still
couldn't shake the stranglehold of sexual fear. As a result, those four fucking
experiences were Unpleasant for the male who found himself raping a rock and
excruciatingly embarrassing for Wendy who was sorry for starting the whole thing. The
only thing that could satisfy her, it seemed, was her fantasies and her expert fingers.
Wendy closed her eyes and fought back the hot tears she felt welling up in her eyes.
Got to get dressed, Wendy thought to herself, reaching over and flicking on the lamp –
next to her bed. She scooted off the sheets and stood up in front of the full-length closet
mirror. Wendy Colby saw she was a good-looking woman – perhaps not beautiful, but
more than able to hold her own with most women without working at it too hard. She
was of medium height, about five-six, and built like the proverbial shithouse. There
wasn't a wrinkle, stretch mark or piece of flab on her smooth, sensuous body. Wendy
pushed her arms in at her sides playfully, making her already pendulous titties jut out
further... Eat your heart out, Raquel, Wendy thought to herself as she watched her
nipples pop out of their surrounding reddish-brown flesh. Her soft, downy skin seemed
to glow with a reddish fiery aura in the dim lamplight. Wendy knew it was the
reflection of the light on the thin layer of perspiration that still covered her flushed
skin. The blonde liked to think it was some mysterious sexual glow surrounding her
body much like the halos of saints.
Who am I kidding? Wendy said to herself as she dropped her arms and sighed at the
reflection staring sadly back at her. No matter how good she looked, the blonde knew
no man at the office would touch her. Word got around from the fourth and last
attempted fuck several months ago about her being a "woman of glass" frigid,
completely unresponsive in bed. I'm not that way.
Wendy told herself time and time again as she often felt her snatch tighten up and
work like a hungry mouth whenever a handsome man stared hotly at her. Yet when the
chips were down...
Wendy sighed again and turned from the mirror. Opening the dresser drawer, she took
out a pair of sheer, pink satin panties and stepped quickly into them, playfully
wondering who might be pulling them down tonight. Herself, she was sure. The blonde
had seen Jack Moore wandering around the convention hall earlier that day, eyeing
Wendy, then bending down and telling stories about her to the other men. He was the
last attempted lay, and one who spread the word of what happened or more accurately,
what didn't happen in bed that night. Who'd touch her now? And, Wendy thought, she
wasn't so sure she wanted anyone to touch her.
"Oh, to hell with it!" she said out loud as she pulled out a matching pink bra and
flipped her thunderous tits into the halter, reaching back and fastening the clasp.
Walking briskly to her closet, the blonde opened the door and pulled out a blue mini
dress and slipped it over her head. She was about to sit down on the edge of her bed
and slip on her nylons when there was a soft knocking at her door.
"Who is it?" Wendy called out, holding one of the nylons in her hand and turning
toward the door.
"Room service, m'am. Someone sent up a bottle of wine for you, a heavy, male voice
thundered huskily through the door. Wendy arched her eyebrows, wondering who this
secret admirer could be.
"Just a minute," the blonde said, putting the nylons down on the bed and. smoothing
down her hair as she walked to the door. What happened next would be a blur for the
rest of her life.
Two men rushed forward, pushing her back into the room. Wendy was so startled at
first she couldn't find the energy to scream. As she stumbled backward and tumbled
down across the bed, she started to let out a loud yell. Something soft and dry pushed
into her mouth muffling the sound as hands grappled mercilessly around her body.
They rolled her onto her belly, pulling her aims back and pinning her wrists against her
lower spine.
She could hear one man grunting out some kind of instructions to the other as she
struggled vainly against the two men. They had grabbed her nylons, tying one 'around
her head to keep the gag in her mouth while they used the other to bind her wrists
together. Wendy felt terror for the first time flood into her mind and make her fear for
her life. Two strange men had burst into her room, knocked her down and tied her up.
They were going to rape her, she was sure of that. And then what, slice her throat? Her
heart beat wildly as she felt the nylon material cut into the flesh of her wrists.
There was a pause in the activity as the two men grunted again. Then a flurry of hands
raked her back, pulling her dress apart with sharp, ripping sounds and yanked it from
her writhing body.
Wendy let out muffled shrieks of horror as she felt fingers crawling brutally along her
flesh, digging into her crawling skin as they worked their way up to the snap of her bra.
The old terror of sex gripped her once more as she felt one of the men rip the bra strap
apart, then laugh as he dragged his hand down and pulled down her panties.
The blonde pushed her thighs down against the bed in an attempt to keep her briefs
around her thighs. It was useless. She could feel her buttocks being bared before these
strange men as the elastic waistband dragged across her rounded asscheeks. With a
quick jerk, they pulled her panties dawn to her ankles, then yanked them completely
off. "Turn her over," one of the men said.
Wendy could feel a pair of calloused hands slide roughly between her belly and the
sheets. The fingers dug into her flesh as her body was pulled up and around. The torn
bra slipped off from the movement, falling to one side of the bed as Wendy rolled over
onto her ass and faced her attackers. Her titties jiggled like pudding as her belly
quivered with terror.
One man still stood in the shadows of the room. Wendy couldn't see his face. The
other stood brazenly in front of her, his cold, blue eyes burning into hers like science
fiction death rays. His face was extremely angular as if it were made of chiseled marble
rather than flesh. His shortcropped blond hair and powerful build reminded Wendy of
the photos she'd seen of Nazis during the 1940's. All he needed was the tailored SS
uniform in. place of his tight tee shirt and faded Levi's.
With a thin smile, he leisurely reached to the top of his jeans and unfastened the heavy
brass belt buckle. Slowly he slipped down his Levi's, revealing a thick cluster of blond
cockhairs that bushed out around the halves of his descending trousers. Wendy's eyes
bugged out as she saw the beginnings of what promised to be a long, thick stiff cock
appear behind his opened fly. It strained against the lowering trousers, pushing against
the jeans as his nostrils visibly flared with growing excitement. Instinctively, Wendy
closed her legs together, pushing her asscheeks deep into the mattress as she tried to
hide her pussy.
The big blond said nothing as he let his Levi's drop finally to his knees. The thick 
teninch monster cunt-splitter popped free, bobbing lazily up and down. Wendy stared at it
breathlessly with a mixture of fear and admiration. She'd never seen anything like it
before in her life. The four men she'd been with briefly had average or shorter cocks.
This size was something she believed only existed in the fantasies of frustrated women
like herself. In spite of her dangerous position, Wendy couldn't help but wonder what it
would feel like being fucked by that prick.
"You got the privilege of seeing this cock here, baby," he said in a low voice.
The husky, powerful masculinity that colored his words made Wendy tremble with fear
and lust.
"In a couple of seconds you're gonna feel it. We've been watchin' you for the past
couple days. You want cockmeat, bad, and you're gonna get it."
Wendy cringed at his words. They stung her pride, suggesting she was nothing more
than a bitch dribbling her scent on every tree trunk, bush and tire hydrant in town.
Was she any better? This big man, whoever he was, sensed what had been roaring
through her mind and snatch for the past month. Her frustrated sexuality was
threatening to burst through in one form or another. All the finger-fucking in the world
couldn't satisfy her natural craving for hot, stiff cockmeat. But to get it this way!
The big blond reached down, pushing his Levi's off, then pulling his tee shirt off his
powerful body. Wendy looked admiringly at the big, bulging muscles, the hairy, blond
chest, the flat belly, and the thick, muscular legs facing her. In spite of the dangerous
threat these men posed to her, she couldn't help feeling hot between her legs.
The big man approached the bed, reaching down and scratching his hanging, fuzzcovered 
leathery balls. His big cock swayed from one side to the other with each slow
step he took. Instinctively Wendy's lithe legs fell apart, pushing hard against the side of
the bed as that fat cock speared closer to her exposed cunt. Wendy dug her fingertips
into her back as she felt his legs press up against hers. The sensation of this hot, hairy
flesh rubbing against her knees made her cry out with happiness. She could feel an
electric shock shoot up her thighs and warm up her pussy, making the inner folds
blossom out and wet down as her attacker crawled onto the bed and towered over her.
"Feel that cock, babe?" the big man asked as he dragged his mushroom-shaped prick
across her swelling, hairy pussy.
Wendy closed her eyelids tightly and let out a tight groan. He was sliding the bulbous
head of his cock back and forth across her cunt-lips, teasing the shuddering membranes
mercilessly. At the same time, she could feel the bottoms of his hairy balls dragging
across her cuntlips. Slowly he lowered his body to hers, covering her with a delicious
mass of hot, muscular, hairy flesh.
She felt herself being pressed deeply into the folds of the sheets around her. Her tits,
cunt and ass were all throbbing with expectation. The big man slid his right hand'
between their pressing bodies when he'd completely lowered himself on top of her.
Wendy could feel his thick fingers crawling down to her pussy the way hers had
minutes earlier. Only this time, the sensation was. far more powerful than the earlier
one. Her pussy oil bubbled out of the fat, chewing cuntlips like lava from an erupting
volcano. Her pussy hairs were slicked down with the sexual grease as he fished for her
clitty shaft.
When he found the mound of flesh, the big man squeezed it almost painfully between
his thumb and forefinger, ending by creasing its reddened tip with his thumbnail.
Wendy cried out, almost choking on the saliva leaking back down her throat. His
fingers worked lower, down to her pussy, pressing in on her outer labes, then running
up and down between her inner and outer pussylips. She snapped her knees inward,
trapping the big man's thighs with her trembling legs as her cunny tightened like a vise
around his probing hand.
"Yeah, baby, yeah. Hunch on those fingers," the big man said.
Wendy felt the room spinning around her as she did as she was told. The sheet
wrinkled under her thrashing body, working its way between the crack in her ass as she
felt the big man's fingers claw and pull at her pussy.
Her lungs burned with scorched air as spit leaked through the gag and dampened her
cheeks. The blonde worked her ass back and forth, up and down as she rode on his
hand as if she were riding a horse. She wanted that fat prick she felt pressing against
her inner thighs so bad! The fear she normally felt with a man disappeared under the
brutal power hovering over her.
"Take my cock, damn it," he growled. "Lay still and take it."
Wendy did as she was told. Her heart was pounding so hard she thought it was going
to rip through her ribcage. She could feel him raising her legs, unsticking her cuntlips
and forcing the outer labes to stretch and peel back. Then he pushed forward, pressing
the tip of his drooling dick against her cunt. As the fat head pressed into her pussy,
Wendy tossed her head from side to side.
She could feel that prick sinking into her flesh, pushing at the tightly-stretched walls of
her coot. It buried itself in the, hot, bubbly juice of her pussy, slurping in and pushing
out streams of juice as it sank farther and farther in.
"Shit, good pussy," the big man moaned.
Wendy felt a, strange thrill of power ripple through her. He was shaking, his powerful
body shuddering with sexual tension as he slowly drove that thick cock into her. Even
though she was the one being raped, she was in control.
Wendy groaned through the spit-soaked gag again, working her wrists against the
cutting nylon as she felt his fat cock-base get closer and closer. Their groins were almost
touching. She could feel his cockhairs tickling her pussylips being pulled inward by the
sinking dick. Wendy inhaled, sharply, almost strangling on her spittle as the big man's
balls rested on her upturned ass.


Chapter 2

The rapist's breath came in pants. Sweat dripped off his narrow forehead and from
under his arms as he shoved the last inch of dickmeat into her. He let out a sigh of
relief and twisted his groin around on the soft lips of her pussy.
Involuntarily, Wendy felt her cunt contract, the slick walls snapping tightly against the
throbbing sides of his cock. The big blond closed his eyelids tightly and let out a groan,
responding by pulling his dick out slightly, then rotating his ass in a slow, wide circle.
His prick crushed Wendy's clit as it reamed out her juicing hole.
She wanted to tear her bands free and wrap them around the rapist's neck, pulling him
closer to her. The fingering she'd given herself earlier hadn't satisfied her pussy. Only
now, she realized it had primed the pump, getting her ready for something like this.
The rape was humiliating and terrifying, but the intense heat searing her swampy cunt
made her forget her fears for a moment.
Fuck me! fuck me! Wendy cried to herself as she moved her ass in the opposite
direction of the rapist's.
Suddenly he thrust downward violently, his cock sinking into her pussy like a thrown
spear. He pulled it out quickly, seemingly dragging her aching, tight pussy along with
it. Up and down, in and out, the movements heated up her pussy under the constant
attack. Her cunt boiled up with juice and heat, her clit being rubbed up to climax.
Wendy felt the old barriers in her mind and conscience shattered suddenly. She felt full
of dick, stuffed with his meat from her pussy, peeled-back cuntlips to her crushed titties.
Her shitter quivered with a similar sensation rippling across her cunt. The blonde could
feel his cock tighten into an iron weapon, ripping through her sucking fuck tunnel.
Even with her limited experience, Wendy knew it signaled the end of his control. In a
few more strokes, she'd feel his jetting cum spurting into her cunt. It was a feeling she'd
dreaded whenever she went to bed with a man. Now, it was something she could hardly
wait for.
Realizing how close he was, the rapist stopped his rapid fucking, closing his eyes and
forcing himself back from the brink of orgasm. Wendy looked up at the big man,
whimpering deep in her throat as she felt her cunt screwed up for a big cum. When he
opened his eyes again, he looked down cruelly at her, then pulled his cock completely
out of her hole. Wendy groaned with frustration as she felt her cuntal muscles snap
shut like a clam shell. Quickly he slid off the bed, caressing her upper legs with his
hands as he lowered his face to her pussy.
Wendy pulled her head up and peered helplessly over her jiggling titty-mounds as she
felt him caressing her firm ass with his hands. The touch brought shudders of pleasure
over her body. She could feel his breath against her pussylips. Soon her cunt was all
over his mouth as his fingers moved up and down along her inner thighs. Her cunt
winked open, then snapped shut again as it begged for the rapist's fat cock to sink in
again.
"Mmmmmmm," the big man hummed as he let his fingers crawl over her, asscheeks
and inner thighs.
She could feel his teeth scraping along the edges of her delicate inner labes. Wendy
threw back her head and groaned again, working her fingers desperately against the
silken bonds cutting into her wrists. She was being turned into some strange kind of
machine by this man. Wendy felt as if she could step outside herself right now and look
curiously at this odd creature writhing under this man's obscene caresses. She felt
shameful and dirty. Yet, at the same time, she felt she couldn't stop even if she wanted
to. Some strange, dark force had been unleashed in her body by these men. Whatever
consequence she might face in the near future, the blonde couldn't stop what was
inevitable.
"Uhhhhrrrr!" Wendy cried through her soppy gag. His tongue was searching back
along her cuntal cleft. She felt it spear suddenly deep into her pussy. It was wet and
hard and pointed like a cock. It stabbed up, pulled slowly back, then stabbed up again
until it was teasing her clitty.
At the same time, he was tracing his fingertips along the bouncing bottoms of her
asscheeks. More of her juices bubbled out to wet his chin and cheeks. Wendy cried out
through the gag again, rolling her hips with anew, wild freedom. He licked hungrily at
her clit. She moved her thighs faster, making the springs, in the bed groan from the
bouncing as she pressed her weight up against his mouth. His teeth cut into her like
tiny razor blades. Wendy loved his new sensation, spearing her pussy onto his mouth
harder and harder. She was fucking his mouth. It was unbelievable how the tickle that
had almost erupted into a giant cum under his cock's assault was apparently growing
tighter and tighter under his oral attack without bursting into climax.
Then the man's fingers sneaked under her, rubbing all over her hot thighs. At the same
time, he put two fingers together and slid them suddenly into her pulsing cunt.
"Hrrrrr!" Wendy cried. She was drooling, tossing her head, snaking across the bed.
The big man grabbed her, pinning her knees down against the edge of the bed with his
chest as he fucked in and out of her with his closed fingers and sucked her clit between
his teeth. Wendy couldn't keep still enough for him to give her the maximum amount
of friction. He was digging against her soft cuntal lining, plowing his knuckles against
the clutching pussy folds. She felt her snatch trying to hold onto his fingers as if they
were a cock.
She had no control any more. Wendy could feel herself cumming with a fury she'd
never experienced in her life before. Her body glowed like a super-heated piece of coke.
The feverish, itching thrills built like a powerful wall of flooding water inside her. Each
spasm racked her senses in slow motion. Wendy could feel the glossy rub, that tickle
growing to an itch and then an aching kind of madness.
In the 'middle of her climax,the big man pulled back, leaving her hanging in the air as
her pussy snapped and winked with orgasm. Wendy shrieked through the gag, her legs
bouncing against the side of the bed and her heels digging into the box springs as she
felt herself stranded painfully in mid-air.
"You'll get it from both sides now, bitch."
The werds made her open her .eyes to see what he was talking about. Until now,
Wendy had completely forgotten about the other man in the room. Now she saw him,
stepping from the shadows. He was darker than his friend, but with a thicker, shorter
cock sticking out like a flagpole from his flat belly. The man had stripped down
completely during her initial fucking and oral workover.
"Uhhhh," Wendy protested as the big blond rolled her over on her side, then climbed
over her until he was facing her. She felt her cunt still on the brink of orgasm as the
other man climbed into the bed, rolling up to her and pressing his fat dick against her
asscheeks. She lay like a rag doll sandwiched between the two men.
The big blond hooked his powerful hands around her shoulders, pressing his hairy legs
against Wendy's body as he guided his cock into her hole once more. He felt his prick
glide inside, pushing the trembling slick membrane folds into a tunnel shape. His dick
throbbed comfortably inside.
"This chick's got one hell of a coot," he commented as he traced his fingers in circles
over her creamy flesh. Her finely-grained skin rippled under his touch.
Wendy didn't want to let him know how much he turned her on. Yet, how could she
prevent it? He'd seen her bucking, thrashing and begging for his dick. The blonde felt
humiliated and excited at the same time. When his fingers strayed over the plump,
rounded tit-mounds, then slid down over the firm skin of her belly and over onto the
soft curves of her ass, Wendy felt herself melting into him.
"Yeah, I know what you mean," the other man said behind her. His thick' cock rubbed
against the cushions of her ass as he nestled his body into Wendy's, back. He was
working his thick prick into the narrow crevice running between her high-riding
buttcheeks.
A sudden sharp cuntal spasm made Wendy jerk forward farther onto the throbbing
cock impaling her cunt. At the same time, she felt the broad shaft of the dark-haired
man press deeper into her asscrack. Her tits were being mashed against the powerful
blond's chest as the man behind her worked feverishly to stick his prick in her shitter.
"Uhhhrrr!" Wendy cried with terror as she felt his fat cockhead press against the
brown, wrinkled lips of her shitter.
Forcefully, the man behind her pressed the dark-red tip of his cock against her tight,
little hole. Wendy squirmed with discomfort as the blond in front held her securely.
Her arms ached from the finger pressure of both men as the dark-haired rapist teased
her asshole, pressing his cock
Finally he thrust forward hard, his swollen knob starting to disappear into the tight,
brown hole. At the same time, Wendy clamped her big ass muscles together, trying to
keep his unwanted cock out.
"Go ahead and fight it, babe," urged the big man. "Keep on fighting it. It only makes
my fucking easier. Uhhh, there!" he cried and shoved mercilessly.
Wendy let out a long, high shriek through her gag. There was a second of agonizing,
searing pain. Then her sphincter locked tightly over the fat, bulbous knob of his cock.
A steady, pulsing pain now radiated from her stretched asshole.
At the same time the man up front started hunching in and out, throwing his cockmeat
into her with the fury of before.
"Ram it in her," the dark-haired man said in a thick voice over Wendy's shoulder as he
kept still for several seconds.
Desperately the blonde's body tensed to resist his hot cock. With each forward shock of
fucking, her ass jerked back and up, screwing the cock in her tightly. Her bowels felt
full of the thick, hot cock as more of it pushed steadily in. Scalding tears of pain and
degradation filled her eyes.
"Now feel this," the man added. With a lunge, he plunged the swollen prick up to his
balls.
Wendy's throat issued a gurgling rattle of agony as she felt his fat balls press up against
the bottom of her violated asscheeks. Her knees shot forward and banged harshly
against the other rapist.
Slowly the dark-haired man pulled his cock out again, that movement setting Wendy's
ass on fire. She felt her belly filling and emptying alternately by this rear entry. She was
sickened and breathless, fighting the relentless pain. "Uhhhhgggg," she grunted through
the gag, as she felt the hot cock shove mercilessly up her ass.
Yet in spite of the pain and agony, the heat from his sticking prick began to spread
through her body. It invaded her pussy, stimulating her clit at the same time the big
blond's cock rubbed over its little rounded head.
"Fuck me, baby, fuck me," the big blond groaned as he felt her body lurch forward
against him. The shaft of his cock was trapped tightly by her cuntal sheath. Wendy
twisted her ass up, moving his dick around in tiny churning motions against her tight
fitting pussylips. She could feel his nuts drawing up against the bottom junction of her
puffy labes. She knew they were so full of cum they must ache.
"Fuck, I think I'm gonna shoot," the dark haired man behind her grunted as he lowered
his face and buried his mouth into the nape of her neck.
Wendy felt her body thrashing back and forth, thrown from one cock to the other like
a tennis ball as she throbbed up to climax. They'd teased her for God only knows how
long, leaving her hanging several times just above orgasm. Now they couldn't stop it, in
themselves or in her. She felt the throbbing cocks sliding in and out of her with animal
like frenzy. Both cocks were hunching in her at once. She hunched forward, sinking
onto the blond's slippery dick thrusting deep in her pussy. Then as she hunched back
and clamped her fat pussylips tightly over that screwing prick, Wendy could feel the
other man's throbbing cock shoving its way up her asshole. With her bands tied tightly
behind her back, she could feel the top of the dark-haired rapist's cock pummeling in
and. out of her ass. It was slick with cum and shit as his fingers dug into her sides. He
was starting to blow his spunk into her.
"Man, oh, man!" the blond said, as his cum bubbled up thick in his cock. Pressing in as
tightly as he could, he threw one arm across the other man's back and pulled them all
together in a tight, fleshy vise grip.
Wendy could feel the blond's cock tremble violently, then jerk in pumping motions as
his cum shot up in his prick, jetting through the fat head and spurting into her body.
At the same time, the other rapist's cock blew out jizz into her ass, filling her shitter
like a jetting enema. For an instant, Wendy felt herself floating in a sea of cum, awash
with spasms of orgasm as her clitty throbbed and jerked with climax.
Each time she throbbed, she felt the long cocks still oozing cum. They were still hard,
working in her cunt and ass. The mens' groans became lower and softer as they
finished dumping their load into her body.
As reality sank back over her mind, the original fear for her life returned. Who were
these men? What were they going to do to her now?
"Ohhh, good fuck, baby. Good fuck," the blond said, pulling his limp dick out of her
cunt with a soft, wet squishy sound. His friend had his arm still hooked over her
shoulder and was wriggling his groin against her asscheeks, milking the last bit of
throbbing pleasure he could from her shitter. "Come on, Nick, we've got business to
do."
The man behind her groaned with disappointment, then sighed as he hunched back
and pulled his cock out of her clenching ass. Wendy felt hot and cold chills rake her
violated shitter as Nick yanked free, then rolled off the bed and wiped his shitty dick
with the blue blanket.
She rolled back over on her ass and scooted up to the headboard, watching the two
men carefully as they started going through her room. Cum oozed out of her cunt and
shitter, tickling her frazzled cunthairs. Wendy felt exhausted watching the two men pull
out the drawers and dump her belongings carelessly onto the floor. Her shitter still
ached from the savage reaming it had gotten from the tall dark-haired stud. She could
still feel his cock spreading her ass apart, plunging in and out of her tight little hole as
his fat nuts rubbed up against her reddening asscheeks.
"Here's some stuff," Nick said, pulling out a red evening bag and prying it open.
Wendy watched helplessly as he pulled out three hundred dollars in cash. and a black
holder containing over five hundred dollars in travellers' checks. ,
"And more," the tall, blond hunk said, reaching in the top bureau dresser and pulling
out her little, blue jewelry box. Wendy grunted angrily through the soaked gag as the
two men quickly dumped her valuables and money into a pile at the foot of the bed,
quickly examining them.
"Let's get dressed and get the hell out of here," the blond finally said, dividing the pile
in two and scraping his half to one side.
"What about her? She's seen us?" Nick said as his partner pulled his Levi's up over his
muscular thighs.
"Yeah, too bad about that," the blond said, zipping up his fly and buttoning the top of
his jeans.
Wendy pressed the back of her head hard against the wooden board behind her as she
watched their eyes narrow. Her heart beat wildly as she watched them scan the room
for something. She could read the expression on their faces. They were going to kill
her. She'd seen them... Just as casually as they raped her cunt and ass, they were going
to murder her.
"Unnnhhhrrr!" Wendy cried, pulling her feet up as Nick walked to the side of the bed
with his blond partner behind him. She drew her legs up to her tits, then sent them
flying forward into Nick's belly. The force of the blow sent, him flying backward into
his partner.
"Ooooof! Hey, Tony!" Nick blurted out as he stepped on the blond's foot and flailed
wildly with his hands for balance.
Wendy rolled across the bed, sliding her feet over the side and jerking quickly up to a
standing position. Both men were fumbling around on the other side of the bed. If only
she could run quickly to the door and open it somehow, once in the hall, she could
attract someone's attention.
"She's getting away!" Nick said in a desperate whisper as she moved quickly to the front
of the bed, then ran swiftly toward the door.
"Get her!" Tony said, as he spun around and headed for Wendy.
She had turned with her back to the door and fumbled blindly for the door knob.
Before she could feel it with her fingertips, the blond stud grabbed her by the left
forearm and spun her roughly across the bedroom floor back to the bed. Wendy
stubbed her toes painfully on the foot of the bed, tumbling forward and crashing down
hard on her face as she catapulted to the mattress. At the same time, the phone started
ringing. Wendy remembered the night manager promised to ring her back if he
couldn't get a reservation at the restaurant. Keep ringing, she thought to herself as Tony
jumped next to her and reached up for the pillow.
"Don't fight it, babe," he said, bringing the pillow down to the side of her face.
Wendy realized what he was planning to do. He was going to suffocate her! She
screamed as loudly as she could, scooting like a snake sideways across the bed using her
shoulders and legs alternately as means of movement. Nick ran to the other side of the
bed to prevent her from escaping again. Wendy's eyes reflected the hopeless desperation
filling her mind as she watched the two men draw closer toward her. She felt like a
helpless, tiny animal in the merciless hands of two powerful, black forces.
Tiny, strained whimpers came from her throat as she felt Tony move quickly behind
her. Nick shot across the bed, holding her shoulders Pinned to the sheets, while Tony
picked up the pillow, bringing it down hard across her face. Wendy could smell the
odor of freshly-laundered cotton invade her nostrils as Tony pressed down the material
over her face. Suddenly, her lungs felt as if they'd burst. She was strangling helplessly in
her hotel room as the phone rang only inches away from her hands. If only she could
work them loose!
She kicked up with her feet at Nick, hitting him several times on the side of the head..
But the dark-haired map. kept pressing down with his friend on the pillow, In one last
desperate attempt, Wendy pulled hard with her right hand, tearing some skin off her
wrist but freeing her hands of the bondage the men had put them in. Wildly, she pulled
her hands out from behind her and scratched out blindly. She guessed that she had
raked her sharp mills across Tony's face and Nick's forearm. Both men yelled out in
pain and surprise, relaxing their grip on the pillow. That was all Wendy needed.
Quickly, she scooted back, tossing the pillow off her face and gasping for air as she
turned to one side and knocked the receiver off the cradle. As the phone banged noisily
on the floor, she screamed.
"Help me! For God's sake, help me! I'm being raped and murdered!" she gasped out in
a shriek.
"Goddamn you!" Tony said, holding his hand to his injured cheek. A small quantity of
blood seeped between his ringers as he slid quickly off the bed and ran for the door.
Nick was there already, holding a long knife in one hand.
"I didn't want to get messy..." the dark haired man said, raising his arm to flip the knife
at the cringing blonde.
Just as his arm snapped forward, Wendy kicked out her right leg, knocking the
nightstand clattering on its side and shattering the only lamp lit in the bedroom.
Wendy could hear the knife burying itself in the headboard just to her right.
She let out a scream of terror, falling off the bed onto the thickly-carpeted floor as the
two men flung open the door and ran out into the hall. A stream of light flooded
immediately into the room as the sounds of their footsteps grew fainter and fainter.
Wendy lay by the side of the bed, sobbing and holding her head in her hands as she
thought of what had happened to her. She'd managed to escape within an inch of her
life. Her body had been cruelly violated and her self-respect seriously damaged, but at
least, she was breathing.
"In here," she heard someone say in a tense voice.
Wendy drew her arms up and lay them on the bed, pulling herself up and peering ,at
the figures running down the hall and into her room. The night manager, she said to
herself as she recognized one of the men. Wendy sighed happily, then felt herself losing
consciousness.


Chapter 3

Wendy turned another page of photos, lowering her head slightly as she peered at the
rows of small, black-and-white pictures in front of her. Her eyes burned from the
studying she'd been doing for the past two hours at the police station.
A tall, balding, middle-aged detective stood behind her, chewing an unlit cigar. He
leaned forward on the back of her chair and peered down at her tits that slid and
bumped over one another with each arm movement she made.
"See anyone who looks familiar?" he asked as Wendy closed the book and pushed it
across the table with the other two.
"No, I really don't," she said, reaching up and brushing several stray strands of her silky
hair from her eyes. There was just one more book to go through.
"Just take your time," the detective said, grinning sheepishly as he rubbed his crotch
against the back of Wendy's chair and moved his head a little further down.
She opened this book and started all over again. It was several hours later that night of
the double rape and robbery. Wendy had debated whether or not to tell the police of
her attack. She'd read of how women had been humiliated by unreasonable questioning
by police and hospital authorities after admitting they'd been raped. As one of the hotel
maids helped her get cleaned up and dressed, the blonde felt intense anger to go along
with her shame. She'd been brutally violated. Two men had broken into her room and
forced her to submit to their perverse lusts, then robbed and tried to kill her. She owed
them nothing. She had to make sure another woman wouldn't be the innocent victim of
their next attack.
Just one thing bothered Wendy, however. As she washed the cum from her pussy and
asshole, she realized she'd enjoyed the attack – at least the fucking part of it. Wasn't
she being a hypocrite? Wasn't she telling the police to go after two men who had
actually given her the biggest, longest, fattest climax she'd ever experienced? Then
Wendy thought of that pillow pressing over her face and the sound of that knife
thudding into the headboard inches from her face, and she knew she had to tell the
police everything.
"Just take your time," the detective said again, his head almost resting on Wendy's
shoulders. Now she realized he was peering down on her tits. She knew she shouldn't
have worn that tight, white halter. It was the only thing the rapists hadn't torn or
dirtied in their frenzied search for valuables.
"Could you get me a glass of water, lieutenant?" Wendy asked suddenly, raising both
hands and covering her tits with her fingers. She felt his hot breath blowing against the
back of her neck, making her skin crawl. She'd just been raped and didn't need a man
with the hots breathing down her back with the same thing in mind.
"Uh, sure," he said, a little disconcerted.
When he staggered away toward the water dispenser in the next room, Wendy turned
around and went back to turning pages. She'd just about given up trying to find those
two in these books.
The police suggested she go up to San Francisco and check out the books there for the
two men. The Monterey Peninsula hadn't had a series of' rape/robberies in over four
years. They doubted she'd be able to come up with the men in these albums who fit the
motive.
Halfway through the book, Wendy saw a photo of someone who looked familiar. As
the detective walked up behind her with a paper cup filled with water, Wendy bent
down and examined the picture in question carefully.
"Find something?" he asked, putting the cup on the table and bending over her right
shoulder.
"This one," she said, jerking her head up and nearly hitting the detective on the chin.
"Hmmmm," he said, moving around the table and examining the picture carefully.
"Jack Adams, alias Tony Yonts," the detective said.
"That's it! I remember now. His name was Tony. His partner called him that!" Wendy
cried out excitedly, wiping her sweaty palms on the sides of her black slacks.
"I'll run a check on this. Meanwhile, you finish looking through the album. It's the last
we've got," the lieutenant said as he pulled Tony's photo from the album and walked
quickly to the computer analysis center of the station.
Wendy finished going through the book, not finding a picture of Nick, the dark-haired
partner who'd fucked her in the ass. She could still feel his fat dick pressing into her
bowels, sending up shooting bolts of agonizing pain through her rectum and into her
pussy. And yet, those bolts of pain had mysteriously turned into jolts of pleasure,
burning up her shitter as his powerful hands squeezed and dug into her tender flesh.
Wendy thought of the strange sensations racking her mind and body as she was
sandwiched in between those two hairy studs. Two cocks jammed in her at one time
and completely against her will. She felt helpless, annihilated by these unprincipled men
mauling her. In spite of the terror that should have been her only feeling, Wendy
realized she'd experienced more cunt-wrenching pleasure than she dreamt Gould have
been possible for a woman to feel.
She crossed her legs and rubbed them back and forth. That rocking motion made her
cuntal walls slide to and fro against each other, the subtle friction causing her clitty
shaft to squeeze out of its tight-fitting sheath and poke' up against her upper pussy
folds. She could feel Tony's hot, hairy chest pushing forward, mashing in her stiff,
tingling nipples as his fat nuts pushed up against the bottom junction of her cuntlips.
Wendy couldn't take this. Her body was on fire. What was happening to her? What was
she turning into? She'd just been raped and all she could think of was her rapists' dicks
spurting spunk inside her.
"Ohhhh," the blonde moaned softly as the vision of two shooting pricks flashed across
her whirling mind. The harsh images kindled a strange fire that grew hotter every
second. The brute force, those powerful bodies were signs from hell, but ones that
drove Wendy to new sexual heights. That sheer thrust of evil brought the flame in her
crotch to a crescendo pitch.
Wendy looked around carefully. No one seemed to notice her. Taking a chance, she
moved to the edge of the chair, her legs spread and her back straight. She could feel the
clinging cotton material of her slacks sticking to her wet pussylips as she reached down
for the zipper running in front of her slacks. Wendy thanked God she was wearing
male-style trousers. She'd bought them as a joke and now realized their utility.
Nonchalantly, she let one hand fall to her lap. She was close enough to the table in
front of her so the movement of her hand wasn't noticed by anyone. Keeping outwardly
composed, she worked her hand up to the tab of her zipper, then pulled down, opening
the front of her trousers carefully.
Wendy felt a blast of hot air blowout as she pulled the tab completely down and moved
her hand into the hot, black hole. She spread the lips and entered her pussy. The
tangled cunthairs tickled the spongy fat between her thumb and index finger. Her pussy
and thighs were wet and tingling. Wendy felt herself losing control. She was jacking off
in the middle of a police station. All around her she could hear busy mumbling and the
sound of clicking typewriters. This kind of disrespect was laughable, but it was also
dangerous, a thing that excited her even more.
Wendy pushed her clitty gently and steadily. She rolled it back and forth, pressing her
wrist against her pussy, greasy labes. A small orgasm spurted softly like a baby's kiss.
She raised her right eyebrow, the only outward sign of relief. Quickly, Wendy pulled
her hand out of her pussy, zipping up her slacks and sliding back in her chair as a soft,
relaxing glow spread over her body The trembling in her fingers stopped as the fat
detective returned with a triumphant smile on his face.
"You got him," he said, his mind more on his work now than on her tits. "He was
booked on similar charges four years ago. We had to release him," the lieutenant said as
he looked over the charge sheet in his hands.
"Let him go?" Wendy cried out in surprise.
"It seems the victim refused to testify a few days after she fingered him. I don't know
for sure, but I'll bet he got to her somehow. He was out on bail at the time. You still
want to go through with this?" the detective asked seriously.
"Yes," Wendy said after thinking this through.
She was about to give her reasons why when another detective walked up to the
lieutenant and whispered something in his ear. The detective frowned.
"What is it?" Wendy asked.
"There's been another attack – like yours."
The blonde felt her heart skip a beat.
"And?" Wendy asked, feeling there was more. "The victim wasn't as lucky as you. She
died. Wendy felt chills of terror ripple up and down her spine.
"We'll assign round-the-clock protection for you until we catch up with those two.
Then we'll need you for a positive identification. Think you're up to it?"
Wendy shrugged her shoulders and sighed. "This was supposed to be a business
convention. Some fun time this turned out to be." She thought back to how excited she
was when she left San Francisco. How many big deals she expected to make while in
Monterey. All she'd managed to get so far was beaten and raped. "Sure, I'm up to it."
Wendy finished giving her statement, then went back to her hotel room with an armed
escort. That evening her sleep was filled with nightmarish scenes of brutal rapes and
murders taking place right in front of her. Several times Wendy woke up in the middle
of the night and found herself drenched in cold sweat. It took many minutes for her to
calm down before she could get back to sleep.
The following morning, Wendy dressed carefully, pulling on a chic, blue woolen dress
that clung to every sensuous curve of her body. This was the day of buying and selling
in the travel business. Airline and hotel officials would be present at the grand
ballroom. She and her colleagues realized they could make important deals if they were
careful and used Wendy's sex appeal correctly.
Stepping out of her room, she walked briskly down to the ballroom, followed closely by
'the armed policeman assigned to guard her until Tony and Nick were captured. When
she entered the large room, she saw most of the agents assembled, wolfing down a light
breakfast provided by the hotel.
The armed guard stood as inconspicuously as possible by the main door as Wendy
walked across the large room to her colleagues at the other end. Quickly, she forgot
about the trauma of the previous day and started in on the hard bargaining already
going on. The time passed quickly. Soon she glanced up at the large Swiss-style clock
over the main doorway and saw it was one in the afternoon. The guard had managed to
loosen up and was chatting with one of the pretty agents from a rival travel bureau.
Wendy smiled to herself, realizing officials had weaknesses too.
"Uh, Wendy" Jack Moore, one of Wendy's more unsuccessful sexual partners, said. He
was one of her supervisors, something she could never come to terms with after what
had happened between the two of them in bed.
She found it hard being civil, let alone subservient, to a man who popped off early all
over her belly, then accused her of being frigid.
"I've got a package full of brochures on the Bahamas and Haiti in my car down in the
garage. Could you get them?"
Wendy felt like telling him where he could shove those brochures. But he was her boss.
She smiled and nodded' her head, walking, toward the doorway. She almost broke into
the conversation going on between the guard and the pretty travel agent, but she
thought she was making too much of the situation. All she was going to do was go
down into the hotel garage and fish out some brochures. She'd be back in a few
seconds. Turning, Wendy walked out the doors and down a small corridor to a white
metal door leading to the side stairs.
She moved quickly, always looking behind her for anything suspicious. Reaching the
garage level, she stood on a small concrete curb looking for Jack's car. She spotted the
silver Mercedes parked near her '75 Mustang. Her high heels echoed in the deserted
garage as Wendy walked toward the luxury limo. As she approached it, she spotted
some movement near her car.
"Who's there ?" she whispered out in a tight voice as she stopped dead in her tracks.
Nothing happened. For a moment, Wendy thought she was imagining things, then her
car began to rock again. Suddenly, the possibility of the danger she was in loomed in
front of her. No one was around to protect her. It was almost like being back in that
hotel room again with the gag in her mouth. Wendy felt her scalp crawl as she saw
something rise into view behind one of her car's side windows. Stepping backward, she
started moving back to the stairs.
"We were going to fix the brakes in your car as a lesson. But your coming here's saved
us the trouble." a familiar voice said behind her.
Wendy spun around and saw Tony standing behind her. Her blood froze in her veins as
she tried to scream but couldn't.
"Let's get her out of here."
"No," Wendy said, feeling Tony's hand grab hers. At the same time, she spotted Nick
popping up from behind her car and walking toward them quickly. She broke and ran
for the stairs with Tony only a few steps behind her. Her arms flailed in, front of her as
she approached the open door. If only she could reach it, she could mount the stairs
and scream for help. Someone would come.
"Easy, babe," Tony said as he grabbed her wrist and jerked backward.
Wendy pitched forward, then wheeled violently to the right, crashing down hard on her
knees and falling on her face. Her legs and right shoulder felt as if they'd been torn off.
Her head spun from the impact of the fall.
"Let's move," Tony said harshly.
Wendy groaned as he dragged her across the cold cement floor to an old green pickup
truck. He and Nick pushed her into the front seat, sitting on either side of her and
warning her not to say anything as they started the truck. Wendy tilted her head back
and tried to calm herself down as they squealed out of the garage and rocketed into the
bright, early-afternoon sunlight. She sat quietly as she watched the city fly by. They
were heading north on California 1. They passed Fort Ord to the left and kept going
toward San Francisco.
Wendy's heart pounded crazily as she realized how much her life was worth now.
They'd killed another woman. She was the only witness who could finger them. They'd
never let her go. In fact, she was wondering why they had kept her alive this long. The
only reason she could think of was the daylight and number of residences along the
road. An early, thick fog was drifting in from the Pacific and blanketing the coastal area
already, and the further north they drove, the fewer homes there were. Soon they'd be
in ranch country and it would be dark. And then...?
Wendy shuddered and closed her eyes. Surprisingly, she felt exhausted. The tension of
the past two days was catching up with her. In spite of her dangerous situation, she felt
herself losing Consciousness. As the truck swayed gently from side to side and sped
northward, Wendy felt her eyelids grow heavy, then close. The last thing she
remembered was Tony saying something about the cabin and Nick agreeing with him,
saying it was a good idea. The blonde fell asleep as Tony looked down at her and smiled
evilly.


Chapter 4

Wendy woke up when Tony turned off the engine. It was still daylight, although the
thick fog filtered out most of the sun. The trees looked like black, irregular poles with
thick clouds of mist floating around them. She peered out the front and Side windows
and realized they were in some sort of clearing surrounded by a thick forest of
eucalyptus, fox gloves, pines and various bushes surrounding a small clapboard cabin in
front of the truck. There were many of these summer-vacation homes in the area
between Monterey and San Francisco. She had no idea exactly where they were.
"Let's get out," Tony said, pushing open his door and grabbing Wendy hard by the
wrist.
She slid off the seat and stumbled down to the gravel drive, feeling her courage slip
away. What would make them stop? Could she bargain with them? Impossible, who'd
believe she wouldn't talk? Even if she swore she'd never tell the police, Wendy was sure
they wouldn't believe her. In spite of their animalism, both Nick and Tony were
intelligent men. She could sense that.
"Where are you taking me?" Wendy asked, trying to stop the quivering in her voice.
She felt the heat rise again in her crotch. Her pussylips puffed up and quivered in
anticipation. There it was again! In spite of what might happen to her, she was actually
begging for the worst!
"Right now, to the cabin. Then I'm afraid we'll have to kill you, but not before we get a
little fun out of you again," Tony said dispassionately.
It took some time for the words to sink in. When they did, Wendy felt the full weight
of their horror. She let out a long scream then jerked her hand down, pulling free of
Tony. Crouching down, Wendy turned and started running as quickly as she could past
the truck.
Nick stepped out just as Tony shouted, banging into her and knocking her off her feet.
"Hold her while I get Max," Tony said, turning and walking quickly into the cabin.
"That wasn't too smart," Nick said, picking himself up, then bending down and jerking
Wendy to her feet.
She staggered forward, reaching out for something to support her. A cold, damp wind
bit her sweating temples. She wondered what they were going to do with her before
they sliced open her throat and stuck her face into a pillow again.
Before she had a chance to think anything more, she felt Nick's rough hands curl
around the back of her wrinkled, blue dress. With a strong downward movement, he
ripped her dress down the back, peeling off the tattered remains.
Wendy screamed as the icy wind slashed over her exposed thighs. Nick threw away the
blue woolen material and turned her around like a puppet dangling from a string. She
had raised her arms protectively, crossing them over her chest to warm herself. Nick
smiled coldly as he pushed them apart, then moved his fingers up until they grasped
the cups of her bra. Easily he ripped them off her titties. Wendy stood exposed to him
as he fingered her red nipples.
"Peel off those panties," he said, stepping back, and smirking at her.
Wendy felt her breathing grow shallow as she' sobbed, then bent down and removed
her shoes. The cold, hard ground hurt her feet as she reached up and pushed the elastic
waistband down over her knees. Fighting back the terror gripping her heart like a cold
claw, Wendy stepped out of her pink briefs and stood completely naked in front of the
sneering Nick. She shuddered from both fear and the cold. She crossed her arms over
her tits and closed her thighs, one leg bent in to warm her freezing pussy. The cold, wet
wind whipped her pussy hair, raising goose flesh underneath. Nick laughed at her
condition.
Wendy looked at the big man and knew she'd be tortured before they let her die. These
men, though they appeared gentle and intelligent on the outside, were twisted and evil.
A sound from the right made Wendy tear her eyes off Nick and look back toward the
cabin. Tony stood on the porch. Next to him sat a sleek black Doberman. His pointed
ears were pricked forward while his large brown eyes were riveted on her pussy. The
short fur shone brilliantly under the dim sunlight while his powerful forelegs seemed to
tremble. What were they going to do to her, let the dog chew out her throat while they
watched laughing?
Nick grabbed her shoulders, pushing her toward the cabin. Wendy stumbled on the
loose gravel, her arms flailing forward as she tried to regain her balance. She felt the
small sharp stones cutting her bees and palms of her hands as she pitched down onto
the ground.
"Get up and walk, babe."
The freezing damp wind froze her nipples and chilled her exposed cunt. Fear
overwhelmed her. Nick was walking behind her, his footsteps crunching menacingly
closer. She turned and peered over her shoulders, flinging up an arm to protect her
head. Nick bent down and slipped his hands under her arms, jerking her up.
"Now get up and walk to your new lover."
He pushed again. Wendy stumbled, got her balance and stopped, feeling confused and
wondering what he meant by the last remark. Nick reached for her again. She escaped
his grab by shrugging away and walking forward a few steps.
"Don't you know what we've got planned for you here, babe? It's just the beginning.
Old Max here's in heat and you're gonna take him out of it," Tony said with a twisted
sneer.
What these man now had in store for her finally dawned on Wendy. She fell backward,
her terror-stricken eyes wide and focused on that black animal squatting on the porch.
She turned and, like an animal, started running. Nick grabbed her roughly by the
shoulders and hurled her to the ground.
Still screaming, Wendy started running again, this time like an animal on all fours. Her
tits drooped down and the nipples brushed the gravel. The cold bit her tits, palms, cunt
and ass. The wind mussed her matted cunthairs as she moved quickly across the gravel
drive. She tried to crawl faster and slipped, falling face-down on the gravel. She got
back up and started to run again on all fours.
Nick and Tony seemed to enjoy her desperate escape attempt. They let her run for a
while. Tony laughed as he held onto the growling Doberman while Nick ran behind
her. The dark-haired stud was careful not to overtake her too soon. He played with her
as a fisherman plays with his catch, giving her a little ground, then moving faster and
making her in turn move faster.
She breathed faster as the wind grew stronger and whipped her blonde hair from her
shoulders. Wendy felt, some strands snag on something and turned to see what she was
caught on. A low bush grew to the side of the curving drive. Its short branches had
caught her, trapping her helplessly in front of these men.
"The race is over, babe. All over," Nick said, standing spread-legged in front of her.
"Now it's time for me." He reached down and unbuckled his thick black leather belt.
At first, Wendy thought he was going to fuck her right there in the bushes. Then she
watched him wrap his fingers around the large brass buckle. Only then did she realize
what Nick was about to do.
"Dogs like tenderized meat before they start chewing."
Wendy turned, her arms flailing as she tried to cover herself. Nick brought the belt
down. It bit the flesh along her ribs just below her tit.
"Agh!" she squealed, her head snapping back into the thick foliage of the snagging
bush.
Nick swung the belt over his head again. It seemed to come down toward her in slow
motion. The tip chewed the flesh along her ass this time, leaving a long red welt on her
pussy. Wendy screamed helplessly in a mindless torrent of high-pitched sound. She
jerked her head, ripping her hair from the snagged branches and scooting around to the
side of the bush. She was completely helpless. Her fright registered the fact but left her
unable to protect herself. It seemed useless. He was going to peel the skin from tit to
kneecap. And then what? The dog would finish the job. She'd die here in this deserted
part of California mauled in a perverted orgy of twisted lust.
The belt came down again. Wendy rolled away, exposing her right asscheek. The
leather tore at the run, rounded mound of ass flesh. But instead of just pain, the woman
felt a bright hotness explode, spreading from her ass to her cunt. There it was again,
that mixture of pleasure and pain she'd begun to feel during her brutal rape that night
in the hotel. Wendy pulled her face around and saw the belt swing in the air above her
head. As if snapped down, Wendy wondered how much more heat would explode and
how far the sensation would travel. Would she feel more pleasure, or would the searing
pain overcome any delightful sensations?'
The tip of the belt caught the lower swell of assflesh and she turned her face, digging it
into the soft wet dirt near the bush. Her clitty was glowing now, sliding out of its
sheath and pushing against the soft, spongy cuntal membranes surrounding the tiny
stalk. The needle sharp heat from the beating turned into a stroking coil of warmth
when it reached her cunt. Again Nick brought the belt across her ass. Again the trees
echoed the snapping sound of leather against quivering flesh. Wendy whimpered and
shrieked, but the outcries weren't only out of pain and fear.
"Come on, Nick. The dog," Tony reminded his partner."
"Just a see," Nick grunted, throwing down the belt. He bent forward and backhanded
Wendy's mouth. She shuddered as the blow's force snapped her head back. He hit her
once more. the force of that slap turning her completely over on her belly. Wendy
heard the sound of his zipper going down. Soon she felt him grabbing her fleshy ass
and crawling on top of her. There was that thick cock again, sliding over her buttocks
and moving up to her asscrack. He was going to screw her in the shitter again as if she
were a piece of meat whose only reason for being there was to satisfy his twisted sexual
appetite.
Nick was soon completely on her, his weight crushing, forcing her face into the damp
earth. She was choking, strangling on the wet grass. She twisted under him as she
fought for breath. Through the roaring in her head, she heard Tony complain that Nick
was taking too much time – that they'd better get the hell out of there before anyone
heard or saw them.
But the big man didn't seem to pay any attention to his friend. He shoved deep into her
asshole. The pain seared her ass as he grunted, grabbed and shouted. One final thrust
and gobs of sticky jizz burned into her asshole, sparking off an involuntary climax in
her cunt. Wendy didn't want to cum. When she sensed. Nick reaching his orgasm she
tried not to feel the spasms raking her clit. But in spite of her terror and revulsion, she
got her rocks off in the grass.
Wendy unclenched her thighs, letting Nick's driving weight drag her ass up, then
down. Her cuntlips were peeled back and the clit exposed The sharp wet grass collided
with her tiny, hot red clit As she was cumming, she twisted and jerked under the big
dark-haired stud as he dumped his last wad into her asshole.
Nick pulled free. His cock made a soft popping sound. Hot jizz dropped onto the small
of her back and oozed into her asshole. The scalding drops made her flinch. Her fists
were doubled. With each drop her fingers opened and closed. Her nails bit her palms
and she wept softly to herself.
Nick's legs still pinned her ass. His cock was aimed at her asshole as he kept straddling
her. Amazingly, he was working his cock up to stiffness again, getting ready for a
second ass-fuck.
"Hey, come on, Nick," Tony yelled from the porch.
Reluctantly the big man agreed and climbed off the whimpering, degraded woman.
Wendy turned on her side. Nick kicked her on her back, snorting out a nasty laugh. He
leered down at her, nudging her side with the toe of his dirty black boot. Wendy
grunted with the pain, scooting away from Nick.
"Bring her up here!" Tony shouted.
The dark-haired man zipped up his fly, bending down and wrapping his fingers around
Wendy's thin arm. Gasping and stumbling, she tried to keep her balance as Nick pulled
her quickly over the cutting gravel toward the cabin. He thrust her forward, letting her
go. Wendy pitched forward, falling down and dragging her fingers across the floor as
she fought for balance.
"Get down and stay down," Tony said, hooking his right thumb in a belt loop as he
started down the wooden steps.
Wendy sank to her knees, covering her freezing titties with her arms as she warily
watched the man and dog approach her. It wasn't Tony who concerned her so much.
She could guess what to expect from him.
But that big Doberman...! His eyes vibrated, glowing with an animal intensity that
drove the cold, jagged knife of terror into her heart. His powerful head moved closer
and closer as the soft sound of crunching gravel resounded from his moving paws. A
string of opaque drool slipped from the corner of his powerful mouth. All the while,
Wendy heard a low, steady growl coming from the big dog's throat.
"Turn around," Tony snapped, hauling the dog just inches in front of the cringing
blonde.
Wendy looked up at the brutal blond stud, inching back as she shifted her eyes back to
the growling Doberman.
"Please..." Wendy started to beg, leaving her plea unfinished.
Slowly, whimpering softly – keeping her hands pressed tightly across her thunderous
titties, Wendy swiveled around on the loose gravel. She could feel the tiny jagged edges
of the small stones digging into her knees and lower legs as she turned away from Tony
and the dog. Completing the turn, she found herself facing Nick.
"Now get down on your hands," Tony said coldly.
"Oh," Wendy cried in a tiny, frightened voice. Waves of misery and utter despair
crashed over her spinning mind as she did as she was told.
The cold, wet wind snapped around her face and hanging titties as the Doberman
moved closer toward her upturned ass. Her fingers dug into the loose dirt as she waited
for the giant dog to attack her. She was certain his razor sharp teeth would dig into her
creamy, goose-fleshed skin at any second
When several minutes passed by and nothing happened, she slowly turned her head
around peered anxiously around her shoulder. What she witnessed appalled her. The
big dog stood still as.if his blood had turned to concrete, leaning forward and sniffing
the air around her exposed pussy. The sharp wind ruffed the short hairs around
powerful neck. Suddenly it occurred to Wendy what these men had in store for her.
"Oh, God, no!" the blonde cried out, lured forward. She started running on all fours
and stumbling blindly forward past the truck. Horror filled her mind as she thought of
that powerful animal behind her. They were going to make her get fucked by the
Doberman. The idea raced through her brain and made the frightened young woman
try more desperately to escape: Her lungs expanded to the point of bursting as she
staggered to her feet and put on a sudden forward thrust of speed. The cutting stones
didn't bother Wendy as she desperately tried to flee from Tony, Nick and their dog.
Her tits bobbed and swayed, her asscheeks, belly and thighs jiggled as she stumbled
over the uneven ground. Wendy felt a warm trickle on her thigh and knew she was
pissing from fear. She couldn't control herself. She knew she had to keep running if she
hoped to live.
Wendy heard running behind her. It was Tony and the dog, both of them only a few
feet behind her. She glanced back, then put on an extra burst of speed. It was too late.
He reached forward and grabbed her hair, pulling back to slow her down. He rasped
something out in rapid English. Wendy didn't understand as she cried out and wheeled
around, flailing her arms in a desperate attempt to knock him free of her hair. Tony
held onto her, tight, pulling her blonde hair until Wendy shrieked: in agony and
begged him to let go. Behind her the blonde saw the big Doberman snapping at her
goose-fleshed thighs and growling angrily as she struggled with Tony.
Still gripping her hair, Tony rammed two fingers into her cunt. Her belly and cunt
muscles contracted while her thighs clenched. What was going on inside her? She was
behaving like a hotpussied whore when she should be struggling for her life.
"On the ground," Tony said in a thick voice, squeezing her ass and thrusting his knee
into her belly. Wendy groaned as she doubled up and staggered back into another
clump of bushes. Losing her balance, she pitched backward and fell into the scratching,
stiff branches.
Before Wendy could realize what was happening, she felt something very heavy
suddenly press down on her upper thighs and belly. She looked up and saw something
dark blocking her view of the dark-grey, foggy sky. Only when she heard the sound of
something low and growling did Wendy realize the big Doberman was on top of her,
his big forelegs pressed down hard into her belly.
"Ahhhiiyeee!" she cried in terror, thrusting her head back into the bushes as she raised
both arms and dug her fingertips into the powerful black dog's throat. She could feel
his short hair tickling the skin under her fingernails and his intense body heat warming
her icy hands. For a minute, Wendy relaxed, enjoying the heat given off by the excited,
barking animal. Then she saw his black, rubber lips peel back and reveal two rows of
sparkling, white criss-crossed teeth. Hot, stringy spittle oozed out from the comers of
his, mouth and drooled down to her inner thighs as his claws painfully scratched the
flesh on her belly and upper legs.
With another shriek, Wendy shoved her hands up, pushing the barking animal away.
No it couldn't be happening to her. She was a young travel agent just here for a
convention.
"No, no, no!" she screamed struggling out of the bush as the Doberman stood braced
for a forward leap in front of her.


Chapter 5

Wendy drew her right hand across her hanging tits, pressing them tightly to her chest
as she balanced herself with her left hand. Still half-crouching by the bush, she stared
warily at the growling Doberman in front of her. The tenor gripped Wendy and made
her skin crawl. She felt her muscles tense as she darted her eyes back and forth,
desperately searching for a path of escape.
"You're not going anywhere," Tony said, folding his arms across his chest and sneering
down at her.
The wind blew the long blonde hair across her face as Wendy watched the dog start to
move cautiously forward. She jerked to the left, digging her feet hard into the soft,
damp ground as she started to spring' toward the clearing and away from the animal.
But Max was prepared for any sudden moves. He changed his course as quickly as
Wendy did, leaping in front of her and barking angrily as he jumped.
Screaming out in fear, Wendy jerked to a halt, stumbling sideways and tumbling off
balance to the ground.
"Ohhhh!" she cried as she heard Tony and Nick laughing in. the background. Wendy
rolled over several times, clods of loose dirt, grass and tiny bits of gravel clinging 
to her sensitive, damp skin until she came to rest on her belly.
The Doberman moved quickly into action, trotting between her two widely-spread legs.
Lowering his head, the big animal sniffed at Wendy's asshole picking up the odor of
Nick's cum. She buried her face into the dead leaves under her face as she felt the
Doberman's cold, wet nose press lightly between her asscheeks.
Max was whining and growling alternately, his short, bristling hair around his pointed
snout tickling her ass. He poked his snout down further, rolling his brown eyes slowly
in his head.
Wendy's fingers curled into the ground as she let out a choking series of strangled sobs.
She could feel a moist tongue licking up her asscrack, searching for the tight, musky
asshole that still leaked Nick's jizz. And at the same time, she felt a thrilling, erotic
tingle rolling along her spine. That hot wetness around her asshole contrasted with the
chilling dampness of the air around her. Shivering with both revulsion and pleasure,
Wendy hunched her ass up slightly to the big, licking animal as his thick tongue circled
around her asshole.
Wendy was repulsed by the idea that she could be aroused by an animal. She'd never
given a second thought to stories about women fucking with dogs, donkeys or horses.
That was impossible, she'd thought, incredibly sick. Yet here she was, trapped under
the powerful black body of that dog and actually enjoying what was happening to her.
"Ummmmm," the blonde hummed, praying to God neither Tony nor Nick heard her
involuntary groan of passion.
A musky dew dampened her pussy as the Doberman ran his tongue lightly along her
asshole. His searching snout poked at her cuntlips, pushing the outer labes inward and
setting off a tiny series of sparking explosions in her pussy. Wendy's knees jerked
forward, diging into the soft cold ground and forcing her asscheeks up slightly. They
tilted backward at a steeper angle, giving the dog a better and larger surface to lick. He
dipped his tongue into her juicy cunt, lapping up the pungent, bubbling oil frothing out
of her fuck tunnel.
Wendy closed her eyelids tightly as she drew her hands to the sides of her face and dug
her fingernails into her cheeks. She was feeling her pussy screw up tightly, quivering
with unspeakable delight as Max slathered her cunt with thick layers of his hot spittle.
There was a strange contrasting combination of hot and cold. As soon as he lapped his
tongue across her pussylips, she could feel herself bathed in hot wetness. But when his
snout left that area to poke up at her shitter, the chill wind froze the greasy spit oozing
over her cunt.
As Tony and Nick laughed louder and more obscenely, Wendy found herself tucking
her knees further under her belly, raising her asscheeks in the air as she gave herself
entirely to Max. She shuddered with ecstatic excitement as the Doberman moved back
down to her pussy and concentrated on her pussylips. When the Doberman's tongue
flicked across her clitty, Wendy cried out, hunching forward and dragging, her
thunderous tits across the uneven dirt. It was as if someone had driven hot needles
suddenly into her cunt. Her pussy exploded with wild, contracting spasms.
"Ohhhhrrrr!" Wendy blurted out, feeling her lungs swell up with scorching air as she
fell forward. The loose gravel crunched up her pussy as Wendy sprawled across the
drive and sobbed helplessly.
"Come on, get over," Tony said, pulling Max back by the scruff of the neck as he raised
his foot and jammed it under per thigh. He kicked upward, spinning Wendy around
until she was on her back, looking up at the sky thick puffs of clouds and fog drifted
lazily above the swaying pines. It was a scene of utter desolation. Wendy realized how
appropriate it was as she looked up and saw the two men sneering down at her and the
big dog growling in front of them. His muzzle was slicked down with her cunt juices
and his spittle.
"Don't let him do that to me," Wendy begged as Max dropped his head and started
moving forward again. Not only was she afraid of being licked and fucked by the
Doberman, but Wendy was also terrified of what she might discover about herself. The
men ignored her, watching what the big dog going to do next.
"Unnhhhhrrr!" the blonde groaned again, rolling her head back and forth in the dirt,
then digging it into the ground as Max slinked forward and pushed his long snout
against her shuddering cunt. Wendy could feel her outer pussy being pressed inward,
then peeling back under the constant pressure.
The Doberman's short hairs tickled the hot, slick membranes between her outer and
inner pussylips. Then he pushed forward harder, forcing that muzzle deeper and deeper
into her cunt. Wendy felt her knees falling apart as her body blossomed and exploded
with exotic spasms...
Max pulled back slightly, opening his powerful jaws and starting to lick her off once
more. Wendy cried out and beat the ground with her clenched fists as she felt that long,
hot, wet tongue sloshing around her pussy. He was licking her cunthair until they were
matted down with his spittle. Her knees jerked together, banging against the panting
sides of the big Doberman, only to fall apart again. She dug her asscheeks into the dirt,
grinding them back and forth, working the loose soil into her asscrack as she felt her
.pussy tighten up more and more.
"P-p-please," Wendy stammered, her throat; becoming hot and dry. She couldn't think
straight any more. There was that hot, lapping going on between her legs, making her
snatch glow, and creating a strange sexual heat she'd never felt before. Licked off by a
dog! The crushing, humiliation nearly drove her mad. But the mind-searing ecstasy of
that animal's sandy, hot licking almost made Wendy forget about its source.
Wendy's cries turned into groans of pleasure. Her eyelids fluttered and her fingers
clawed at the loose soil as she wriggled helplessly under the animal's attack. When she
opened her mouth to cry out, nothing came. It was as if her vocal chords had become
paralyzed. Every muscle in her body tensed and pulled as Max shoved his snout further
forward.
Wendy's entire cunt was wet and glistening with Max's spit. The golden, silky pussy
hairs were plastered down into a tangled mat. Wendy found herself making little
hunching movements and squirming her ass more and more under Max's licking. The
pleasure she was experiencing couldn't be hidden any more. It registered on Wendy's
face. She had pulled her hands up from the dirt and moved them up to her tits,
squeezing them tightly between her trembling, icy fingers. Wendy could feel the hot
stiff nipples poking up between her fingers, tingling with excitement as she squeezed
the spongy flesh rhythmically with her hands. What was happening to her? She was
becoming .worse than the whores who walked the streets of Hollywood. At least they
stuck to humans. How could she ever look at herself again?
Max's tongue was licking and probing deep between Wendy's parted pussylips. She
rolled her ass slowly back and forth over the ground, pulling her knees painfully up and
hugging the warm sides of the Doberman. He was her lover now – that big, black,
panting, growling dog lapping her cunt raw with his tongue. Her tits seemed to swell
larger and larger as she pinchedher half-inchlong red nipples.
Her pussy winked shut in response to that tit-teasing, moving like a little animal against
Max's tongue. The dog whined in delighted surprise, pulling back for a second, then
diving back into the swampy mess of Wendy's cunt.
She forced herself to pull her head up off the dirt and stare at the animal in front of
her. She saw his powerful body shuddering as he ignored her subtle movement and
kept on licking. She felt a strange kind of power flood over her. Yes, they were forcing
her to get licked off by this Doberman, yet her pussy was making the big dog weak
with passion. Glancing over to her right, Wendy saw Tony and Nick riveting their eyes
on her box and Max's powerful head. They were prisoners of her pussy as much as she
was prisoner of their power.
Then Wendy glanced down and saw Max's long, pointed, knobby prick fully extended
from its black hairy sheath. The pointed, red cock glistened wetly, jerking spastically as
Max lapped more and more...
"Ohhuuum!" Wendy groaned as she felt his rubbery lips peel back, revealing his sharp
teeth.
They cut gently into the swollen, slick folds of her pussy. Instead of making her cry out
in pain and terror, however, those tiny incisions fired up her cunt even more. Wendy
dropped her head back to the ground and babbled out meaningless obscenities as the
teeth sliced deeper and deeper down her juicy pussy.
Her knees snapped together, trapping the big dog's head between her legs as he dove
down further into her cunt. Wendy didn't care if he ripped her into thousands of
bloody pieces. Her pussy ached and throbbed with a new kind of passion. Her coot
juices burned into the tiny cuts made by the Doberman's razor-like teeth. Yet the
burning pain added only to her new heightened sexual excitement. She felt herself
melting into the scenery, losing her identity as Wendy Colby and becoming nothing
more than this dog's bitch lover.
"Getting to you, baby?" Tony asked.
Wendy couldn't answer him. She started rolling her head wildly again. Strands of
dirtied, matted blonde hair clung to her cheeks and forehead as she sobbed and dabbled
uncontrollably. Her big tits heaved up and down on her chest as she continued to mash
in her nipples and squeeze the tit flesh between her trembling fingers.
Wendy was aware something was about to happen when the licking stopped suddenly.
She felt Max draw his head out of her cunt and start to move forward. Looking up,
Wendy watched the Doberman drooling, peering down at her and snapping his jaws
together with lust. For a second, the unspeakable delight gripping her pussy
disappeared and was replaced by heart-rending terror as she saw the Doberman's
throbbing, funnel-like cock edging closer to her wet pussy.
"No, don't do that!" Wendy said, digging her elbows into the soil and trying to crawl
away.
It was hopeless. Max moved forward faster than she could slide. Pressing his powerful
forepaws down on her shoulders, Max peered down menacingly at her.
Tony and Nick laughed at the blonde's screams that turned into frantic, incoherent
shrieks. Her body thrashed and writhed while her big tits jiggled from the violent
movement, bouncing together as Max managed to keep his position on Wendy's belly.
"No, no, NO!" Wendy cried as she bucked up her thighs in a desperate attempt to
throw the growling animal off her.
Max mistook her revulsion for passion. He growled deep in his throat as he lowered his
head to her neck. Wendy's eyes bugged out as he twisted her head as far from the
animal as, she could. She could smell his rancid breath filling her nostrils as she wailed
helplessly under him. The big dog dropped open his lower jaw and started slathering
down her titties, dragging his thick, wet tongue across her fingers still gripping her
nipples.
Wendy shuddered, groaning as she felt that hot, rough wet thing slide across her tits
and chest. The streaks dried and increased the new hot, tight feeling that was beginning
to stir again in Wendy's musky cunt.
"Oh, ohhh," Wendy moaned, dropping her hands to her sides and giving herself
completely to the Doberman. She rolled from side to side, grinding her thighs together
and milking her stiffened clitty shaft with her slick cuntlips. She didn't dare admit to
herself what she wanted to do with that big dog.
"You think she wants that doggie dick inside her?" Tony taunted.
"Look at her," Nick answered. "Without that damned prick stuffed up her cunt she'd go
nuts."
Wendy groaned in agreement. She needed something to relieve the aching itch tearing
at her pussy. She couldn't stand existing at this level of sexual arousal for much longer.
Her heart was heating crazily while her head throbbed like a bass drum. Sweat poured
out of her skin, slicking down her goose-fleshed skin while her throat and mouth
constricted and were as dry as cotton.
"Ahhhh.!" Wendy cried as Max dragged his sharp toenails across her belly and thighs.
He left long, red marks where the long toenails slid, that slicing pain strangely
increasing the pleasure she felt in her pussy.
Soon Max grew tired of his cunt-licking. His thick cock jerked up regularly now,
swaying back and forth heavy with blood. Clear drops oozed out of his tiny piss-slit
flowing back to the fat base of his cock. The big Doberman moved forward, inching his
stiff, hot prick closer and closer toward her upturned ass. Wendy held her breath as she
could feel the heat radiating from his cock warming her puffy cuntlips.
"Ohhhh!" Wendy groaned when she felt his pointed cockhead slice in between her
cuntlips. Her pussy winked shut, keeping Max's cock out of her cunt for a second
more. Her skin crawled with horror and revulsion as she kicked out her leg in an
attempt to push the Doberman away.
But it was useless. She knew she was going to get fucked by this animal. Max growled,
digging his claws harder into her and forcing the blonde into silent submission.
Wendy's belly jerked and tightened as she felt the Doberman's cock slice into her pussy
again and start sinking down her slick cunt hole. It felt like a piece of warm liver being
shoved into her pussy as more and more of that snakey cock speared into her reluctant
pussy...
"Ahhhh!" Wendy groaned. Her eyes rolled-up into her head as her lower jaw slackened.
Her breathing became rapid and shallow as that disgusting prick sliced further into her
pussy. Her mind whirled around in confusion. At times, she was so sick she could have
vomited over herself when she thought of what was inside her pussy. And at others, she
felt weak with sexual delight.
The woman cried out again as she felt dribbling warm streams of jizz ooze out of Max's
cock and wash against the sides of her pussy membranes. Only the first inch of his
prick was buried inside her cunt. Wendy was already howling as if Max had been
fucking her for hours. She felt the slippery knobs and bumps on his cock slip past her
tight-fitting cuntlips and get buried in her pussy.
The long, cunt-splitting fuck seemed to drag on for hours. Wendy lay flat on her back,
helpless under the relentless attack of the large Doberman. She dug her fingers into the
ground, gathering up clods of loose soil under her fingernails as her sobbing filled the
silent air of the surrounding forest. Tears welled up in her eyes and rolled down her
high, flushed cheeks as Max's claws continued to tear at her flesh.
Finally the Doberman hunched up his hindquarters, burying his cock all the way to the
fat. knot in front of his prick. Max pulled back, dragging out his prick, only to slam
forward again. Wendy grunted as she felt that big cock bang against her pussylips. He
was trying to work that bulbous, slick cock into her as he started fucking her with
quick, short, hard thrusts.
"No, God! God, please h-help m-m-me!" Wendy wailed as her body bucked and
shuddered under Max's mindless attack. Her big tits rolled, bounced and jerked
together as saliva rolled out of the Doberman's mouth and leaked down onto her belly
and chest. Max's fucking became faster and harder. He drove that big knot at the base
of his cock against her pussy until she thought he was going to actually work it into her
cunt. That would rip her pussy to pieces she was sure of that.
"No, don't, don't, DON'T!" Wendy screamed, trying to scoot away again as Max
growled, snapped and whimpered with his forward thrusts.
Groaning and sobbing, Wendy collapsed to the ground again. She could feel Max's fat,
furry balls slapping against her upturned ass. His violent forward thrusts made her
raised legs bounce against his sides. Wendy felt her belly burning while her head spun
around crazily. She was going to throw up. She was going to die. She was going to go
crazy with this fucking...
Max's sudden high-pitched whining snapped Wendy to her senses. She could feel his
cock vibrating and swelling suddenly, pushing her cuntal walls further apart. He was
going to cum. She was going to have her pussy filled with animal jizz! The idea made
her wretch with dry heaves. Wendy cried, shrieked and begged as the big knobby cock
sprang back for the first spurt.
"Noooooo!" the blonde cried wildly, her eyes bulging out and her nostrils flaring as her
face flushed red with horror...
But It was too late. In a moment, the Doberman's balls contracted, screwing up tightly
to the fat root of Max's cock and pumped out his load. Wad after wad of doggie jizz
dumped down into her pussy, filling it with the hot sticky stuff.
Wendy broke out into hoarse, choked cries, banging her head against the soft dirt as
Max's powerful ass shook and thrust forward, driving his prick deeper into the
shrieking blonde.


Chapter 6

Wendy lay like a piece of dead meat on the ground as the big Doberman finished
dumping his spunk into her pussy. She felt more violated and degraded than she ever
had in her life. Fucked by a dog! That idea burned itself into her mind as she lay quietly
under Max. His claws still dug painfully into her chest and belly.
She didn't care anymore. As the cold sea wind whipped around her scratched, dirtstreaked 
body, all Wendy could think of was how they were going to dispose of her. In
one way, she didn't care what happened to her any more. She'd been raped by two men
in the most perverse ways, then forced to submit to a Doberman's cock. She'd been
dragged down to the bottom line of civilization. What was there left for her except
death? How could she go on living with memories of what happened to her in the past
few days burning in her mind?
Wendy whimpered, turning her head away and letting the tears roll freely from her eyes
as Max pulled back and yanked his softening cock out of her pussy. He moved slowly
around Tony's legs, slinking back to the porch as Tony and Nick chuckled softly...
The blonde continued to lay quietly on the ground, thinking over what had happened
to her. She could feel warm rivulets of cooling, dog cum trickling out of her pussy and
oozing through her spit-slicked cunthairs. Her belly hurt from the pounding it received
from Max's big paws. There were tiny cuts in her cunt ,on her belly and chest.
"Get up, babe. We've had enough with you for awhile," Tony said, bending down and
pulling her up roughly by both arms.
Wendy gasped out, her legs barely able to keep her up as Tony dragged her toward the
cabin. Nick bent down and picked up the remnants of her clothes.
"We'll have to get rid of these when we're through," Wendy overheard Nick whisper to
Tony as she mounted the stairs. Chills crept up her spine as she realized the immediate
danger she was in. Perhaps they were going to kill her now when she stepped inside the
cabin.
"Cabin here belongs to Nick's girl," Tony said as he followed Wendy into the small
home.
"His girl?" the blonde cried out in surprise. It never occurred to her that someone like
those two could actually have friends, let alone girlfriends who might actually like them.
"Sure. That's her dog, too. Sandy's a wild one," Tony said, chuckling to himself as he
wiped his thick lips with the back of his hand. Nick followed him in.
"She kept this place going and paid for lawyers' fees when we were in the slammer for a
while. We've got to get some dough together to get the hell out of the country. Maybe
Mexico," Tony said as he pushed Wendy toward the bathroom. "Clean up in there."
"But why did you rape me and try to kill me? Why did you kill that other woman?"
Wendy cried, holding onto the doorframe and looking at the two men.
Tony raised his eyebrows and shrugged his shoulders almost playfully.
"I don't know. Seemed like the thing to do."
Wendy felt her scalp crawl with horror. To do these horrible things because of passion
or necessity was one thing, but to do them just because it suited a passing fancy – she'd
heard of people like this. They were criminal psychopaths, looking completely normal
on the outside, but without any conception of decency in their minds. They did
whatever they pleased without thinking about it. And now she found herself trapped in
this cabin with them. She went into the bathroom and closed the door behind her.
Sitting on the toilet, she let the doggie jizz leak out of her pussy, splashing into the cold
water beneath her ass. Wendy held her head and moaned. Obviously they weren't going
to kill her just yet. They had other plans for her. What they were and what they would
want her to do Wendy couldn't. think about. That kind of speculation would have
driven her crazy.
"Hey, come out of there. You fallin' in?" Nick shouted rudely, banging his fist hard
against the wooden door.
Wendy clenched her knees together, reaching over and tearing off a piece of toilet
paper. Dabbing her hairy crotch dry, the blonde flipped the damp tissue into the toilet
and flushed.
Stepping back into the room, Wendy let go of the door and moved away from the two
men who were now sitting on a ragged, blue sofa facing her. Modestly she covered her
titties and cunt, slinking over to a wooden high-backed chair that stood behind a small
table.
"Look at her – Pollyanna," Tony said, laughing.
Nick joined him, bending down and stroking Max's sleek black coat. The dog lay at the
dark-haired man's feet, his long tongue hanging out.
"What are you going to do with me?" Wendy managed to find the courage to ask after
several minutes of silence went by.
"Have a littlefun," Nick said. "Sandy's gonna be here in a little while. Then..." Nick
said, shrugging his shoulders, his thin lips twisting into an evil smile.
Wendy raised her arms and rubbed her shoulders... goosebumps broke out. She could
imagine what followed the word "then".
Tony and Nick sat quietly for several more minutes, occasionally commenting on one
thing or other. Finally Tony slammed his hand down impatiently on the table top.
"Hey, easy. Sandy's gonna bring some money and we'll get out of here," Nick said
reassuringly, reaching out and grabbing his friend's wrist.
"Waiting's making me nervous," Tony said half-apologetically.
"We've got her to pass the time with. Who needs TV?! Nick said, smirking as he turned
and stared at Wendy.
The blonde visibly cringed. She'd become a pastime for them now.
Tony grinned. "You think Max's up to another fucking?" he said, glancing down at the
dog.
"Let's try something else," Nick said, leaning across the table and whispering softly to
Tony.
Tony's lips twisted up into a smile. He fell back into his chair and broke out laughing.
"I swear I saw something like that in the Philippines when I was stationed there. Let's
try it."
Tony kept on laughing, forcing himself out of the chair and started looking around on
the floor for something. She moved back against the wall, the legs of her chair scraping
noisily over the rough, wooden floor.
"Come on, babe. It's not gonna hurt you. In fact, you might like it," Tony said, pulling
the blonde from the chair and moving her around to the front of the table. "Now climb
up and lay flat," he said, looking over his right shoulder and seeing Nick scrape
something off the floor and drop it into a paper sack.
Wendy watched the big, dark-haired man as walked slowly over to her and Tony with
ominous sack. She thought she could scratching sounds coming from inside the bag.
Even Max pricked up his ears as he studied the three humans.
"I've got a little friend here," Nick said, holding the sack over her tits.
"A friend?" Wendy asked, her eyes bulging out as she stared intently at the sack...
"Sure, take a look," Nick said, carefully opening the sack and holding it under her nose.
She peered into the dark opening, then snapped back her head and screamed in
revulsion. She saw a black furry spider scurrying around the bottom of the paper sack.
"NOOOOO!" Wendy wailed, drawing up her hands and pounding her fists crazily
against anything in her way. She had to get off that table. The dog jumped up and
started barking angrily as Wendy kept on screaming.
"Hold her," Nick said, backing away.
Tony doubled up his fists and swung down, crashing his clenched fingers across her
cheek. The force nearly sent Wendy catapulting off the table. Tony reached down and
pulled her back toward the center, making a nodding motion with his head.
Even in her semi-conscious state, Wendy winced as the fragile, dry pressure from the
spider's legs tickled across her flat belly when Nick turned the sack upside down and
slid the insect out. Quickly, the spider crawled down toward Wendy's pussy. She
cringed and flattened her ass against the slivered table. Shivers of revulsion racked her
body as the insect changed direction suddenly, pausing, then turning around and
crawling up her stomach toward her tits.
Wendy's flesh exploded in goosebumps. Her nipples rose higher, became fatter as those
tickly, little legs barely seemed to touch her crawling skin. Wendy let out a shuddering
groan as the spider started crossing one tit. The blonde tensed. Her skin crawled as she
shook herself out of her stupor and raised her head, watching that insect make his way
across her supple body.
"Ohhh, G-God, take it off," Wendy moaned as the insect toured her body. It circled her
nipple, making her whimper and gasp. She dropped her head back to the table and
closed her eyes, forcing the picture of the spider out of her mind and thinking only of
the feathery touch of his tiny legs. It seemed to be descending, heading for her pussy.
"Let's work her up," Nick said, moving his hand over to Wendy's pussy and peeling
back the cuntlips.
Wendy moaned as his fingers, scraped the sensitive interior of her pussy. He slid his
thumb and forefinger up until they bumped against her clitty. Wendy dragged her legs
together, squeezing shut her coot and trapping Nick's big hand in between her fleshy,
puffy cuntlips.
"Shit! Hot enough to broil a steak, the big man said, dragging his hand out of the
blonde's steamy pussy and sniffing the slick oils coating the back of his wrist.
At the same time the spider seemed drawn by this new pungent odor of hot coot juice.
It was advancing steadily toward her coot. The hair itched and crinkled as the fat, black
hairy body slowly and steadily penetrated her pussy hair and paused at her pussy slit.
"Spread those legs, baby," Tony ordered.
Quivering and expectant, Wendy opened up. The movement parted her cuntlips,
exposing her stiff clit-shaft. As the spider crawled along the slick folds of her pussy, the
blonde could feel her clit swell and puff out. Her nerve-endings shuttered with
electricity, threatening to go off any second.
"Eeeeeee!" Wendy squealed.
The disgusting insect thumped her clit with its hind legs. The vibration telegraphed
through her coot, making her nerves quiver. Her clit vibrated again: The spider probed
blindly. The legs were tiny, sharp and hot, like small knitting needles digging into her
clit.
"AHHHHHH!" Wendy screamed. She reared back, tearing her ass on the splinters. She
flung her hips back, forward, then climaxed.
The orgasm's force washed the spider on her thigh. The tiny, startled insect crawled
quickly off her body, scooting down the table and finally disappearing off the leg onto
the floor. The Doberman watched the small furry insect as he pattered silently down
into a hole in the wall.
"Fuck. This one should be in a zoo," Tony said, looking down at Wendy's flushed face.
"Hell, there wouldn't be an animal safe," Nick said, the two of them laughing derisively.
Wendy lay almost spiritually and emotionally anesthetized beneath them. How low
could she possibly sink? This was something even the most perverted freak couldn't
have dreamed up.
And yet she'd responded to it, thrashing, bucking and cumming as if Robert Redford
had crawled
"Speaking of animals, looks like old Max there's ready for some action," Nick
commented.
The dog squatted near the table, his powerful jaws parted and his long pink tongue
hanging out the side as he looked up at the two men and Wendy's dangling legs...
"Come on, baby. You've had your fun with the insect world. Now's time to work,"
Tony said, pulling Wendy off the table.
The splinters dug painfully at her torn asscheeks as she fell from the table and crashed
sprawling onto the floor. The big Doberman yipped, backing away and eyeing her
carefully. Wendy pulled herself up on all fours, her long, tangled blonde hair hanging
like a webbed net in front of her face as she stared back at the dog. She couldn't believe,
she was being sexually abused in so many ways in such a short period of time. She
hardly had enough time to catch her breath before Tony and Nick, were throwing
another piece of humiliation at her.
"On your back," Tony said, raising his foot and planting it hard on the small of
Wendy's back. She let out a cry of surprise and pain as she felt his rubber heel dig into
her flesh. Crashing to the floor, Wendy automatically rolled over on her ass. In spite of
what they might do to her, she didn't want either man kicking her sides as they had
when she didn't obey quickly enough.
"Come on, Max," Nick said, bending down and dragging the confused Doberman
around to Wendy's head.
"What...?" she started to ask. The blonde thought they were going to have her fuck the
dog again. This was something new. She lay quietly as Nick forced Max forward,
pushing his reluctant forelegs over Wendy's shuddering shoulders until they positioned
themselves on either side of her big titties.
"You're' gonna suck that cock," Nick said quietly.
Wendy looked up and saw Max's familiar cock start sliding out of the furry sheath
inches above her delicate nose. She could smell the thick, musky, odor of animal
excitement reeking from his balls and prick.
"Push his ass down," Tony suggested when Wendy did nothing.
The dog stood confused, whimpering as he turned around and looked puzzled.
"Damn stupid mutt," Nick mumbled as he reached down and hit the dog's ass with the
palm of his hand.
Thinking it was a command to sit, Max lowered his ass wound up pressing his
stretching cock against Wendy's parted lips.
"Uhhgh!" the blonde cried out, turning her face away as the full length of the
Doberman's knotty cock scraped the right side of her face. She could feel its slick
wetness slide across her cheeks.
The odor radiating from the dog's belly was almost overpowering now. His body fur
tickled her nostrils while his balls pressed against her forehead.
"Suck it, damn it, or we'll finish you off right here," Tony said menacingly.
Wendy whimpered, then turned her face slowly around until she was pressing her lips
against the hot, slimy surface of Max's prick. She opened her mouth and swallowed that
knotty cock. Max whimpered in surprise, his powerful ass jerking around, then finally
humping up and down as he drove his cock in and out of Wendy's stretched mouth
like a drill. Her cheeks puffed out as saliva frothed out from her lips and spilled over
her flushed cheeks. His balls pressed against the sides of her nose as he let out a thin,
high-pitched wail of delight.
"Get it on," Tony said, reaching down and squeezing his cock as he watched in
fascination.
Wendy's legs jerked up, then shot back down as her heels dug into the rough, wooden
cabin floor. She pulled her hands up and pressed them against the sides of the
hunching Doberman, trying to keep him from suffocating her in his sexual acrobatics.
Wendy's eyes bugged out as she struggled for breath. There was something salty,
disgusting and hot filling her mouth. It was jizzanimal cum, spurting down her throat!
Wendy's stomach turned over. Gasping she pulled her head away and knocked the
animal off her. Holding her stomach tightly with both hands she spat out the hot cum
as she gurgled and gagged onto the floor.
"What the hell's going on?" a tall brunette suddenly blurted out from the doorway.
"Sandy!" Tony and Nick cried out together as Wendy finished retching out her guts.


Chapter 7

Wendy still held her belly, her throat and chest hurting from the dry heaves still tearing
at her stomach. She could taste the pungent slickness of the Doberman's hot cum in
her mouth. The blonde could still feel his furry little balls pressing against the sides of
her nose. Wendy felt her head spinning crazily as she leaned forward on the dirty floor
and tried to get control of herself.
"I heard about you two over the radio," Sandy said, pushing her shiny, long straight
black hair over her shoulder as she stepped into the cabin and closed the door behind
her. "Nick, you want to go back to the pen?" she said angrily, her black eyes flashing
with electricity as she threw her purse on the table, turning around and leaning against
the front edge.
For the first time Wendy was aware someone else was in the cabin. Feeling the tense
pain lessening in her belly, she pulled her eyes up and turned her head. She found
herself facing a tall, lithe woman of about twenty-five wearing a black jersey and
matching black trousers. Long glossy strands of coal-black hair fell over her shoulders,
setting off a pair of large black eyes, full lips, and an unblemished olive complexion.
Her delicately sculpted face suggested gentleness, even innocence. Yet when the young
woman studied Wendy more closely and arched her thin eyebrows highly, that look of
innocence was quickly replaced by the same cruelty she saw in the two men.
"Hell. She's no trouble now. We can kill her, dump the body down the old mine shaft
down the road and get the hell out of here before the cops find out she's missing," Nick
said apologetically.
"She the only one who can finger you?" Sandy asked, raising her hand up to her chin
and tracing her slender forefinger across her full bottom lip. She was watching Wendy
like a. cat ready to pounce.
Wendy cringed under this hot, steady gaze. She didn't know what it meant. But she was
sure the black-haired woman called Sandy had no intention of letting her go.
"We took care of the other one," Tony said in a low voice.
"I don't like this killing. I told you to get some money, not to go around – knocking off
half the population in Monterey. Nobody pays much attention to robberies any more.
But killings... ?" Sandy said, tearing her eyes off the cowering blonde for a few minutes
and walking thoughtfully back and forth in front of the table.
"Sorry, but it happened. Now let's get rid of her and..." Nick started to say.
"No, not yet," Sandy interrupted, stretching out her right hand in front of her as if to
stop his sentence physically. She turned around, a thin cruel smile twisting up her
delicate mouth. "We still have time. I just got in from Monterey. The news just
broadcast that she's missing. It didn't hit her then, but you must be that woman they
hit a couple of days ago," Sandy said; turning back to Wendy.
The blonde nodded her head quickly, afraid to say a word.
"Too bad," Sandy said sadly, lowering her eyes for a second. "But that's no reason why I
can't. take advantage of a situation. I'm sure the boys have."
She shook her head and threw her thick mane of black hair over her shoulders as she
reached down and unfastened the cold, chain hanging around the waist of her trousers.
Tony and Nick looked at one another and grinned while Sandy unbuttoned her
trousers, then reached down and peeled off her jersey.
Wendy watched in silent confusion, wondering what was going to happen next. She
saw the black sweater slide over the beautiful woman's head. Then she saw two big tits
slap down on Sandy's chest, the brown nipples stiff with excitement. Wendy felt her
pussy tighten up strangely and contract with fear. The blonde realized Sandy was going
to make it with her!
"Don't worry, honey," Sandy said, looking at Wendy and realizing she had never
fucked with a woman before. "Just pretend I'm your boyfriend or something. Or maybe
Max there."
Sandy curled her fingers around the tops of her trousers and pushed them down to her
knees. A thick black bush of cunthairs appeared between her slender legs. As Sandy
raised her right leg to step out of her trousers, Wendy could see the brunette's red
cuntlips puffing out and glistening with a thin layer of cunt juice.
"How can you?" Wendy cried as Sandy completed her stripping and started walking
over to her. The blonde stared in disbelief at Nick.
"Let her do this? She's a tiger," Nick said a little proudly, reaching down and unzipping
his fly. As he stared at the two women now kneeling side-by-side he pulled his long,
limp cock out and started milking it between his fingers. "We three-way it all the time.
Maybe Tony'll join us," Nick suggested.
Wendy turned her head slightly to the left and saw the tall blond, his thick cock already
sticking out from between the silver zipper teeth and jerking angrily up and down.
"Just relax," Sandy said, chuckling softly as she reached forward and took Wendy's
hands away from her hanging tits.
"Ummmm, nice," the brunette cooed, fondling the spongy tits while she pushed Wendy
gently backward to the floor.
"Oh, please, don't, don't do this to me," she begged in a high, child-like whimper. This
was the last straw. What shred of dignity she'd managed to hang onto would be
destroyed by this act of perversion with Sandy.
"I like it when they protest at first. It makes the cumming better," Sandy whispered
hotly as she crawled between Wendy's widely-spread legs and 'lowered her head and
started licking the blonde's pussy.
Wendy watched in horror, leaning on her elbows as Sandy sucked in the remaining
doggie jizz still slicked down on her cuntal walls. She felt sick, thinking her stomach
would turn over again and make her wretch. Tony grinned sheepishly and chuckled
while Nick managed to stroke his cock to steel-hard thickness.
"Mmmmmm," Sandy hummed hungrily as she reached out and placed her icy fingers
on Wendy's inner thighs. She forced the girl's legs further apart as her mouth kept
chewing away at Wendy's pussy. The blonde's shame was complete. Now she was being
forced to perform like a dyke in front of these men. She could hear Sandy alternately
slurping and gagging with a wet, croaking sound.
Yet something was happening in her pussy that echoed all the other strange sensations
her cunt had generated that day and the days before. In spite of her humiliation, in
spite of her shame and terror of the immediate future, Wendy was beginning to feel a
familiar itchy, tight knot balling up inside her pussy. It was almost the same kind of
excitement she felt with Max when the big Doberman was lapping noisily at her slick
pussy. It was that hot, desperate, aching tingle tightening her cunt and making her
nipples screw up and twitch agonizingly.
Involuntarily, Wendy tilted back her head and let it roll from shoulder to shoulder as a
series of low moans and tiny gasps escaped from her parted lips. She pulled her knees
slightly up, that motion pulling at her quivering inner thighs and forcing her cuntlips to
peel back. Wendy could feel cunt juices oozing out of her pussy, slicking down her
swelling cuntal walls and dribbling through her pussy hairs. She knew Sandy could
taste the salty oils frothing out of her pussy lips. The brunette flashed, her eyes up for a
second, staring hotly at Wendy. The girl knew it was a look of triumph.
"Ahhhhh !!"
Sandy's licking became more frenzied and determined now. She ran the pointed tip of
her tongue along the inner ridges of Wendy's cuntlips peeling back further those thick
pussylips and concentrating on her cuntal walls. Wendy squeezed her asscheeks
together, lifting her ass a few inches off the floor and pushing her dewy coot into
Sandy's face. A strange hot wetness was covering the tops of her feet, her tits and her
pussy as the brunette kept on slicking down her cunt with spittle.
Wendy grunted, dropping her head to the floor with a loud crash. She pulled her arms
up to her titties, sliding her trembling finger sover the jiggling white mounds and
feeling the stiff nipples rub against her fingertips. When she squeezed the itching
spikes, Wendy could feel her cunt contract like a Venus Fly trap, trapping Sandy's
wriggling tongue like an insect. When she felt the brunette's tongue sliding along her
tiny inner lips up to her clit Wendy grunted, closing her eyelids tightly and snapping
her knees together.
"She's getting turned on," Nick commented, pushing down his trousers and completely
freeing his thick, drooling cock.
Sandy pulled her head out of Wendy's crotch and slid up the blonde's body. Soon the
two women's cunts were pressed tightly together. Their puffy cuntlips slid over one
another, one peeling back the other's puffy outer lips as their wet membranes touched.
The stiff black hairs of Sandy's cunt tickled Wendy's sensitive slick pussy membranes,
making the blonde shudder and drag her feet across the splintered floor.
"Uhhhh," Wendy groaned, feeling a new sensation as their bellies touched.
The firm, smooth female flesh pressing tightly against hers was a. new experience.
Wendy put her arms instinctively around Sandy and slid her hands slowly down,
caressing the brunette's firm ass as she met Sandy's grinding movements with small
hunching motions of her own.. She gasped and moaned more frequently as their furry
cuntal mounds rubbed more frantically together.
Tony and Nick edged closer to the two embracing women as Sandy lowered her head
and opened her mouth. She stuck out her tongue and ran it lightly over Wendy's lips.
The blonde could smell and taste her own cunt juice as she found herself responding in
ways she'd never dreamed possible. Opening her month, Wendy sucked in Sandy's
tongue, meeting it with frenzied movements of her own. She could feel her sex glands
secreting more thick cunt oil, greasing down her membranes and making that grinding,
slipping sensation of cuntal membrane against cuntal membrane more deliciously
exciting. While she dug her fingernails into Sandy's rounded, firm ass, she groaned into
the brunette's mouth. She loved the sensation of her pillowy tits, being pressed flat
against Sandy's...
"Oh, God, God," Wendy whispered breathlessly, pulling her mouth away from the
brunette's.
Sandy smiled, then slid down Wendy's sweaty body like a snake, licking the helpless
woman's tits. Wendy didn't say another word. She felt horribly aroused and thrilled by
this new experience. At the same time, one part of her brain focused on the horror and
perversion of it. One part of the blonde never let her forget what society would think of
her if it were known about her rapes, her fucking and sucking with the Doberman, and
now fucking with this woman. What would people say if they knew how responsive she
was to all this?
But, ohhhh, Sandy's wonderful tongue felt so good. She felt her mouth go dry as the
brunette slid her tongue over her right nipple, making the little stiff nubbin stand up
from its surrounding reddish-brown flesh. She moved her right hand down, digging the
tips into her belly until she was stroking the blonde's bristling pussy hairs.
Wendy rolled her head to the right as she felt Sandy's tongue dig into her ear and
probe her canal. Wendy arched her back, pushing her pussy against the brunette's as
she felt her tormentor toying teasingly with her hot, fat cuntlips. The brunette was
milking them with her fingers, rubbing their slippery edges together as her right
forefinger inched agonizingly up toward Wendy's unhooded clit. The blonde felt
Sandy's ragged fingernail teasingly crease her cuntal folds, moving around in tiny circles
higher and higher until she could feel her clitty stretching down to meet it.
"Unnhhhhr!" Wendy groaned, setting her teeth together tightly as Sandy grabbed her
stiff little sex shaft between her fingers and squeezed it gently. The blonde felt her
muscles stiffen and her body racked by violent tremors as Sandy pinched her clit
harder, starting to roll it now between her thumb and finger.
"You like that, don't you?" Sandy whispered in Wendy's ear as she slid down the
woman's panting belly again.
Wendy squirmed on the floor like a snake, digging her ass into the wood as she felt
Sandy's big tits drag like cow's udders across her belly. Wendy lifted up her head with
great effort and watched the brunette's big tits sway from side to side as she started to
tongue her long, hard nipples. The blonde felt her mind and body aflame with sexual
fever. Every move seemed an effort, a kind of dream-like sequence. Wendy pulled her
arms up and dragged them forward until she found herself cupping Sandy's hanging
tits, squeezing them and playing with them as the brunette's tongue slither more
frenziedly over her nipples.
Wendy felt another hot flash ripple across her cunt. Dropping the brunette's tits from
her hands she fell back onto the floor, closing her eyes and sucking' in a ragged deep
breath. She felt a delicious, hot wet feeling wash over her tits and pussy with more force
than before.
Opening her eyes again, the blonde turned her head and saw the two men squatting
only a few feet away from her. Their long, thick cocks were out, red with blood and
ready for fucking. Both were wearing only their shirts, having discarded their pants in
the corner long ago. Wendy wondered what they were going to do.
"Ohhh!" she cried again, moving her head away and concentrating on Sandy's mouth.
She was grunting like an animal as Sandy sucked harder on her nipples.
First, the brunette drew in one nipple between the gap in her front teeth, running her
tongue rapidly over the taut flesh as she dug her fingers into Wendy's belly. Then she
let it go as she went over to the other nipple and did the same thing. Wendy felt her tits
swell and heat up as Sandy's tongue drove her up to an incredibly violent cum.
"Ohhh, uhhhrrrr!" the blonde cried, wishing Sandy would do something about the
itchy ache tightening up her cunt.
The brunette seemed to read Wendy's mind. First, she sank her teeth hard into the
blonde's nipple. The woman's eyelids fluttered open and her lips parted as she let out a
shriek of delight.
While she was still snaking on the ground, Sandy let go of the hard, tooth-marked
nipple and licked her way down toward Wendy's hot, bristling pussy. When Sandy's
thick lips dragged across her cuntlips, milking the edges together as she'd done with her
fingers, Wendy felt her mind explode into a million brightly-colored pieces...
"Oh, yesssss," Wendy hissed as Sandy reached under her bouncing ass and started
stroking the wrinkled skin of her puckered asshole.
The brunette pursed her lips around the tip of Wendy's clit. She tensed her muscles as
she felt herself on the brink of cumming. That gentle application of oral pressure sent
Wendy spiraling into a series of rapid cuntal contractions. As Sandy applied more
suction, Wendy felt the spasms increase. Her knees snapped together again while she
rolled her ass like a rocker across the floor, trapping the brunette's head in between her
legs. She clawed at the cold wood beneath her asscheeks as everything around her
flooded with a bright flash. The sucking and toying were destroying her sanity.
"No, no, no!" Wendy panted desperately as she reached down and ran her fingers
through Sandy's long, black hair.
The brunette stopped her cunt licking for a few seconds, letting Wendy float back to
earth before she started up again. The blonde groaned with delight as she felt Sandy's
tongue spear back into her cunt. Then the brunette backed away and started nipping at
Wendy's fat cuntlips as if she were some kind of tiny animal. She took one labe at a
time, lapping and biting so quickly Wendy thought there were hundreds of tiny
tongues all over her cunt. Sandy serviced every square inch of the blonde's pussy as
Wendy tightened her knee grip on the brunette.
Suddenly Sandy pulled away, moving quickly around until her dripping, hot, puffy
pussy was hovering directly over Wendy's mouth.
"No, I can't do that!" Wendy wailed.
It was too late. She tried rolling her head away but found herself blocked by Sandy's
thighs. The cunt moved closer and closer. Wendy could see the dribbling walls
descending over her lips. Soon it was pressed against her mouth and she could taste the
sharp, pungent flavor of cunt juice. Wendy shivered with revulsion, but her repugnance
was short-lived. At the same time, she could feel Sandy's pointed tongue slicing back
into her pussy, wriggling back and forth like a snake. That movement made the blonde
open her mouth and gasp out. Wendy tasted more fuck oils bubbling out of the pussy
over her and trickling down her throat.
Wendy let her tongue disappear between Sandy's cuntlips and into ehe hole. She pulled
it higher toward the top junction of Sandy's pussylips, letting its sharp tip dart against
the swollen pea-like clitshaft. Sandy let out a cry of delight. Wendy closed her eyes and
sucked gently on her tiny clit while she felt the brunette's tongue wag in and out of her
pussy. The blonde found herself tightening her cunt muscles around Sandy's tongue as
she silently begged for more.
Then she began to feel a rolling, tightening feeling in her pussy. Her thighs were
clamped tightly against Sandy's wrist as the brunette's hand clawed her ass. The blonde
could feel the spittle and cunt juice trickling down her cheeks. She felt a spasm in her
cunt, and then another. Suddenly her pussy broke out into a long, twitching series of
contractions, so powerful she lifted her ass off the floor and ground her teeth against
Sandy's fluttering cuntlips. Sandy's cunt and asshole tightened while Wendy tasted a
fresh torrent of juice. She could hear the brunette wail something incoherent and her
body jerked and swayed above her. Wendy knew she was cumming. She was actually
cumming in her mouth, the first time any woman had done that before with her.
Nick and Tony watched carefully the two women brought each other off. Their arms
and legs hailed wildly as the sounds of slurping filled the room. Gradually their frantic
movements slowed down until Sandy collapsed exhausted on top of the groaning
blonde.
"For her first time she does okay," Sandy said, biting her lower lip and pulling herself
off the sobbing blonde...
Wendy looked silently at her three captors. She pulled her legs up and curled into a
fetal position for protection. Never before had she been so cruelly violated and treated.
Her body was shaken by a series of sobbing convulsions as she closed her eyes and
thought about what had happened to her in the past few hours. Even if someone were
to rescue her now, she'd never be the same. These men and that woman had degraded
and humiliated her. They'd stripped away the last ounce of pride and self-respect and
left nothing but a hollow, shuddering woman filled with shame and horror.


Chapter 8

Sandy dressed quickly, sliding her black Jersey over her head while she discussed the
plans she had for leaving Northern California.
"After we dump her we'll head to L.A. I've got some friends living in Venice who've got
connections across the border. We'll probably have to lay low for a while. The cops are
gonna be looking around for you two, especially after they find her," Sandy said,
turning and looking at Wendy who still lay quietly on the floor.
"She's on the floor so much she'd get bedsores if we let her live," Tony said laughing.
The two men still had their cocks out, half listening to Sandy talk about her plans while
staring hotly at the sobbing woman.
"Hey, you two, remember me?" Sandy said a little jealously as she finished dressing.
"Sorry, babe," Nick said, smiling cynically as he started jerking off quickly. "It's just I
can't help it when I see someone like her pinned down to the floor helpless like that."
Sandy arched her eyebrows, then smiled cruelly as she shifted her attention back to
Wendy.
"Oh? Then maybe the dog'll turn you on again," the brunette said, snapping her fingers
briskly in front of her as a command, then pointing at Wendy.
"No, NOT AGAIN!" she shrieked as Max stiffened to attention at Sandy's command.
His body tensed as he trotted around and found himself facing the cringing blonde.
Almost immediately he went for her, his powerful throat contracting as he let out a
series of growls.
In a second he was on top of her, his powerful legs pinning her to the floor as Wendy
raised her hands and beat helplessly against his sides.
"Don't fight it, babe," Sandy warned. "Having him fuck you gives you a few more
seconds to live."
Wendy moaned in horror, not caring about preserving her life any more. She knew it
wouldn't be worth much anyway. How could she face herself every day? At least to die
unviolated by that powerful Doberman would mean something.
Scrambling to her feet, the blonde doubled her fists and swung to the right, knocking
the growling Doberman across the jaws and sending him sprawling across the cabin
floor. She was surprised she had so much strength, but these people had driven Wendy
to the brink. She wasn't the shrinking slave she'd been for all these past hours. She was
almost mad with revenge and passion as she turned and squared off with her three
tormentors.
"All right, you sons-of-bitches," she said angrily, spittle dripping from her mouth.
"Which one of you's going to be first?"
Tony and Nick dropped their hands quickly, pulling their cocks into their pants while
Sandy ran forward and ducked under the storm of Wendy's flailing fists. The two
women tangled together in a sea of whirling legs and arms, crashing to the floor, while
Max jumped around them excitedly and filled the air with his loud, excited barking.
"Stupid bitch. You should know you don't have a chance" Sandy said pinning Wendy
to the floor again and knocking her savagely across the chin with her fist.
The blonde groaned out, her head snapping to the side from the force of the blow.
Wendy felt herself slipping into blessed unconsciousness. This is how it would all end.
She'd never know the final moment when they put the gun to her head and pulled the
trigger. She'd die asleept calm and unknowing of her final minutes.
"Get her" Sandy cried angrily as she slid off Wendy's crumpled body.
The Doberman moved quickly jumping on top of the blonde and pinning her shoulders
to the floor with his giant forepaws. The force of the big animal's attack snapped her
back to horrible reality. She could see Sandy, Nick and Tony sneering at her and above
her was the big Doberman, Max his knobby cock sticking out of its furry sheath and
jerking up against his ,flat belly. This was going to be her last memory on earth-pinned
and fucked by a Doberman while people stared and laughed at her misery.
"Get that ass up'" Sandy cried as Max jabbed his pointed prick uselessly into the air.
His spittle hung out in disgusting drools from his mouth, sliding onto Wendy's neck
and making her gag with revulsion. All the pleasure she'd received from the animal
faded now under the threat of death. She could only feel the terror of being fucked by
this brutal dog then the certainty of her death to immediately follow.
"I said get it up!" Sandy said menacingly.
Reluctantly the blonde hiked up her knees, pulling her legs in the air. Max growled
with excitement his head swaying back and forth as his hindquarters nervously pattered
on the wooden floor behind her upturned asscheeks. Squatting down, the Doberman
moved forward, pushing his cock against the woman's asscrack as he'd done before.
Wendy held her breath, waiting for the sensation of his hot slick knotty prick bumping
against her pussylips and then slicing into her cunt.
But then something happened. She didn't know if it was because of the angle of her ass
or the animal's excitement. Wendy suddenly felt Max trying to slip his cock into her
asshole.
Not don't let him do that" she cried, throwing her hands forward and trying to push
the growling Doberman away.
Max towered his head and snapped at her wrists, frightening Wendy enough to draw
her hands back to her thighs and scream out again for help.
At first the three couldn't understand why the blonde was screaming. Then Sandy
leaned forward and saw what was about to happen.
"Looks like Max's gonna cornhole little Miss Prim and Proper here," the brunette said,
laughing loudly as she stood back up and put her hands on her slender hips.
The men joined her in chuckling as Wendy sobbed out again for them to stop Max.
Instead they encouraged the dog, cooing to him and telling him he was a good boy as
he drove his knifelike cockhead into her shitter.
Wendy resisted, squeezing her sphincter muscles together and trying to keep the
animal's prick out of her ass. Sweat broke out on her forehead as the cords stood out in
her neck. A dull pain was beginning to radiate out from her shitter as Max made
headway into her ass. His front paws dug painfully into her belly, knocking out the air
from her belly. His head was tilted up and turned to one side as he strained forward
again, jamming his cock into her ass. A series of tight, highpitched whines came out of
his tightly-clenched jaws.
Wendy tore open her mouth and let out a hellish shriek of agony. The first two inches
of the Doberman's cock had penetrated her shitter. The blonde's head rolled back and
forth as her face pinched up in a mask of utter despair and agony.
Tears rolled freely from her tightly-closed eyes as her breath came in short, shallow
gasps. Her ass trembled as the Doberman relaxed temporarily, then tensed his muscles
again and started his fucking drive all over again.
"OQOWWWWW!" Wendy sobbed out, clawing at the splintered floor. The pain
radiated around to her pussy. This time there was no fire in her cunt – only a splitting,
aching pain that threatened to rip her body to pieces. Small rivulets of blood streamed
down her sides as the Doberman's claws dug into her belly flesh. He was ripping her
apart in front of those three people and all they could do was laugh and comment
merrily on her deplorable condition.
"Better than my cock, babe?" Nick tormented her as he watched Max slip the firstt few
knobs of his pointed red prick into her ass.
"Look at the way her asshole swallows up his cock. Shit, like a hungry mouth!" Tony
leered.
Wendy sobbed violently, her belly ballooning up, then contracting as she gasped for
breath. Her fingertips bled as she beat and clawed the floor beneath her more
frantically. She couldn't take the agony. Every second more doggie cockmeat was being
shoved up her ass, forcing her asshole further and further apart. The blonde .could
almost feel something tearing and ripping inside her. There'd be nothing left of her
bowels except a shitty, bloody mess after the Doberman finished with her. Wendy
sobbed out again for help.
Suddenly the dog stopped, his growls turning into high-pitched whimpers. Wendy
could feel that fat bump in front of the base of his cock pressing hard against her
shithole lips. He hunched forward, trying to work the knot in. Wendy screamed out,
pulling up her arms and beating her fists against the dog's chest. Max didn't seem to
feel her futile attack and kept shoving forward.
The pain in Wendy's ass was unendurable. She felt herself sinking from consciousness.
She was going into shock, Wendy thought to herself as Max pulled his cock out
slightly, then rammed it forward. He seemed to have given up the idea of working that
knot into her ass and gave himself up to fucking her the way he was.
"Ohhh," Wendy sobbed out as she felt her ass burn .up with the friction of his sliding
cock. She felt as if she were going to shit all over the, floor as his cock swelled up inside
her ass.
His body trembled while his claws raked more frantically over her belly. Max started
howling, jerking his head back and forth. Wendy wondered if the dog knew he was
fucking ass instead of cunt. This thought crossed her mind as the first wad of cum
spattered into her shit-chute. The Doberman was cumming, dumping his spunk into
her upturned ass.
"UNNNHHHRRR!" Wendy groaned, feeling the fat cock throb against her aching, tom
asshole walls. She could feel something sticky, hot and wet leaking out of her ass and
guessed it was a combination of shit and jizz. The blonde turned her head away from
Tony, Nick and Sandy while Max finshed shooting his load. She didn't need their
cheers and laughter right then.
When the Doberman finished his ass-fucking, he crawled off her quickly, trotting to the
far comer of the cabin and curling up by the fireplace.
Sandy flashed Wendy a final smirk, then turned and picked up her purse from the
table.
"Finish her off, then carry the body into my car. We'll dump her off on the way down
to L.A.," Sandy said cooly as she walked briskly out the cabin.
"No, oh, God, no," Wendy begged, forcing herself up into a kneeling position and
holding her hands pressed together prayer-like in front of her face. She pleaded with
her big tearful eyes, as the two men slowly approached her...
"Sorry, babe. We've – got to do it," Nick said, stretching his hands out and aiming
them for her throat.
"I'll do anything you want!" Wendy said, smiling nervously as she wrapped her fingers
around her throat protectively, crawling backward on her knees. "I swear I won't be any
trouble. I'm probably more fun than she is." She glanced out the half opened door and
saw Sandy leaning calmly against the car and smoking a cigarette.
Tony looked at Nick and smiled, reaching down and fingering the bulge in his Levi's.
"One more time won't hurt any," he said, walking over to the door and leaning half
out. "I'm gonna fuck her one more time before we kill her," Tony called out to Sandy
while Nick finished dropping his pants to the floor.
The brunette shook her head, pulling the cigarette out of her mouth and crushing it
under her shoe.
"I'm going for a walk. When I get back, I expect her body to be in the back of my car."
She pushed herself away from the Chevy and started down toward the main road.
Tony moved back into the cabin and shut the door behind him. Nick was already on
top of Wendy, his hands tangled in her hair and jerking the strands back and forth
violently while he laughed in her face. Any treatment of her as a human being was
dropped. She was nothing but a piece of meat, fit for the dogs and little else. They were
going to get off on her as quickly and violently as possible. What did they care about
being gentle? They were going to kill her in a few minutes anyway.
As Tony watched Nick climb into the saddle and Wendy disappear under his friend's
hairy thighs, he stripped naked. Then he knelt next to the two of them.
In spite of her close brush with death, Wendy felt something break inside her. It was
her last act on earth. These men would be the last people she'd ever see. Suddenly her
body opened up to them, demanding every kind of physical sensation possible. If these
were going to be her last moments, they were going to be damned good ones. Even
though these men were her would-be killers, Wendy opened up to them.
She felt Nick's cock pushing its way into her silky cunt. Pushing up with her ass, the
blonde spread her legs enough to expose her cuntal mound. Her cuntlips were tightly
clenched together. The crack where they met was seeping with bubbles of pussy oil.
After opening her legs in silent invitation, Wendy tilted her head back. She wanted
them to do anything they chose to her. She felt like a volcano about to burst. If she was
going to die, she wanted to die this way: naked, trapped under the body of a horny
male while another stood by to take over at any second.
Nick moved his head down until his lips were clamped tightly onto hers. His tongue
speared deep into her throat as his hard cock started nuzzling at the slick, juicy jagged
crack of her cunt. The thick head rubbed back and forth. Soon it was slippery with cum
and pussy juice. It jabbed at Wendy's fat cuntlips. The swollen pussylips were forced
apart by the red, bulbous prick.
Wendy sucked in her breath as she felt the thick cockmeat push into her squishy pussy.
Her cunt tingled along its length as his long, hard prick was stuffed into it. The pink
wet membranes wiggled together. Inch by hard inch they were forced into a tunnel as
Nick stretched them with the wide shaft of his cock.
"Ohhh,good!" Wendy whispered hoarsely as she ripped her mouth away from his. She
couldn't stand the anticipation any more. She felt her pussy wadding up like a tight
ball, pressing in against his sliding cock...
"Shove it in her, man!" Tony whispered at their side. "Shove it in her coot. Ram it in,
man. Jab it to her!"
The words excited Wendy. The blonde cried out like a cat in heat. Her cries sent chills
over the men's bodies and made their cocks throb more frenziedly. She felt her pussy
fitting tightly around the broad, hairy base of Nick's cock. Inside her cunt, the sensitive,
slippery tissues were stretched widely apart to take the throbbing ten inches of
cockmeat. At the top of her spread pussylips, the clitty shaft was throbbing. When Nick
came to the end of his downstroke, his groin ground into her sputtering clit. Thrills and
tremors shot through Wendy's pussy and tits. Her cuntlips curled tightly around Nick's
cock. The ends of her tits hardened. They stabbed into the broad; hairy chest pressing
down onto them.
"Ohhh! ohhhh! ahhhhh!" Wendy cried, feeling her cunt muscles clamp down hard on
the sinking cock.
Tony moved around behind them, crawling between their spread legs. Lying flat on his
belly, he pushed his head up to the place where Wendy's stretched pussylips gripped
Nick's stiff, hot prick. The rich gurgling of her cum-filled cunt sounded like soft mud
sticking around a shovel. The sweet smell of her cunt blended with the hot, male smell
of Nick's slippery cock and sweaty ass. Tony reached up and gently pushed Wendy's
thighs away.
The feel of his hands on the ticklish inside of her thighs was the first indication Wendy
had that Tony was down between her legs. A hot shiver shot through her pussy. She
didn't know what he was going to do, but she prayed God it would be good. She
wanted the biggest thrill of her life to happen now.
Wendy felt Tony's fingers slowly stroking their way upward, pushing her legs further
apart. As her body stretched open wider, Nick thrust forward, burying his cock up to
the hilt in her cunt. He almost blew his wad when he felt a tongue working over the
base of his prick. As he hunched his body tighter against Wendy's he felt Tony's hands
pulling his legs apart. The pressure of his partner's head nosed against his balls just as
the licking tongue slid off his cock and headed further down.
"Uhhhh!" Wendy let out an urgent cry as she felt her stretched pussylips being teased
by a wet, flicking tip of a tongue. The tickling sensation made her want to snap her legs
together, trapping Tony's head between her soft, sweaty thighs.
"Please, please, p-please," Wendy stammered.
"Fuck her!" Tony said, moving out from behind them and crawling around until he was
kneeling by her head. Trapping her skull between his hairy thighs, the big blond moved
forward, pressing the tip of his rubbery, red cock against her lips. While Nick fucked
her cunt Tony lowered his thighs, bracing himself on his buddy's back and driving his
prick deep into Wendy's opened, sucking mouth.
The blonde didn't care what was happening to her any more. All she knew was that
eight beautiful, hard, throbbing inches of cock were slamming down into her pussy. She
felt the relief of having the tense, itchy sensitive pussy walls being stretched apart and
scratched with that prick. Nick's cock filled her desperate pussy in one long thrust. She
felt the dark-haired man's body pound down onto hers as Tony's fat prick puffed out
her cheeks and made her choke and gurgle on her spittle. His balls slapped against her
chin and cheeks as they ballooned out and threatened to erupt at any second.
Wendy let out a series of muffled cries as she tied herself into a knot on Nick's rapidly
hunching body. She hung there as he shoved his cock in and out of her slippery pussy.
The blonde could feel her cuntal walls explode under the rapid, uneven thrusts of his
fucking. Her clit was blasting apart. She locked herself so tightly around him that he
lifted her ass up. Then he pulled back for a downstroke. Then the blonde felt her pussy
walls clench down on his throbbing cockmeat. The power of her contractions almost
knocked her out. Only Tony's prick ramming down her throat kept her conscious.. As
she bounced on the floor, her legs flew wide open so her squishy cunt was open for
Nick's final lunges. The throbbing, racking cock grew stronger! harder and more
violent. She knew he was about to cum in her. His cock was going to dump his load in
her.
Then it happened. Nick's cum started spraying into her, burning down the tube of his
cock like red-hot, burning oil. His load poured out, jetting into the burning heat of
Wendy's welcoming pussy. The tremendous mutual orgasm shook through the blonde's
cunt, sending her floating away moaning and jerking as she wiggled across the floor.
Just as Nick finished dumping his cum into her upturned pussy, Tony's hairy body
stiffened. She sucked hard at the twitching cock rubbing against her tonsils. Suddenly
she felt her mouth filled with something wet, hot and salty. Wendy dragged in an
uneven breath, gurgling as more and more jizz spattered against the back of her throat
and seeped down to her belly. She thought she'd drown in jizz as Tony's prick seemed
to fire an exhaustible amount of cum.
Finally the two men rolled away from Wendy, fighting for their breath as the blonde lay
resigned to her fate. What was there left to do?
"Sorry, babe. You're one hot piece of ass. Too bad we couldn't bring you along. But
Sandy wouldn't like it. We need her to get across the border and you'd just be extra
baggage," Nick said, arching his eyebrows as he moved closer to her.
Wendy could already feel his hands around her throat when she heard the sound of a
voice coming over a loudspeaker.
"This is the police. We've got the cabin surrounded. Give up and let the girl go. You
haven't got a chance."
Wendy felt her blood freeze. Nick and Tony stopped strangling her and looked terrified
at one another...
"How...?" Nick began.
"They must've followed Sandy. They knew she knew you. When this one disappeared,
they must've looked around town and spotted Sandy," Tony said in a low whisper,
crawling away from Wendy and peeking through the window.
"Who's out there?" Nick asked in a tense voice.
"The whole damned force!" Tony answered. He saw four police cars with their red and
blue lights flashing. He could see Sandy leaning against one of the cars, her hands
handcuffed tightly behind her.
"Come out with your hands up," the man behind the loudspeaker said.
"You got the guns?" Tony asked, ducking down from the window and crawling back to
Nick.
Wendy couldn't believe what they were saying. How could they possibly escape? The
cabin didn't have a rear entrance. Peering above the window sill herself, she saw how
many police there were outside. They didn't have a chance against that kind of force.
"You're gonna be our passport out of here," Nick said, turning around as he dressed
quickly and saw her confusion. Just at that moment there was the sound of a soft
explosion outside, followed by the shattering of glass. Something shot through the
window and rolled onto the floor. Smoke suddenly filled the small room. Wendy
realized someone had shot a canister of tear gas through the window.
"Come with us," Tony said, stumbling blindly through the irritating smoke...
"No," Wendy said defiantly, shrugging him off her shoulder as she scrambled clumsily
to her feet and staggered to the door. Tears blinded her eyes as she felt desperately for
the square handle. Behind her; she could hear Nick and Tony scrambling around,
knocking over the table and chairs as they groped for her in the thickening, acrid
atmosphere.
Moving quickly, Wendy tore the door open and stumbled onto the porch, screaming at
the top of her lungs. She waved her hands high above her head and ran down the steps
and toward the police-car barricade. Someone threw a blanket around her naked,
bruised body while another canister of tear gas was fired into the smoking cabin.
When the blonde turned around and rubbed her eyes clear of the irritant she saw the
cabin going up in flames. The hot canisters must have set the wood floor on fire. There
were shouts and screams coming from inside the cabin. Then two shadowy figures
stumbled out onto the porch, coughing and gagging as they waved their empty hands
high above their heads in a gesture of surrender. Behind them ran. Max, the
Doberman, sneezing and coughing.
Wendy sighed, feeling her knees buckle under her. Someone caught her and told her to
take it easy. The voice sounded familiar. Turning her head, Wendy saw it was the
detective she'd spoken to just after her double rape at the hotel.
"How'd you find us?" the blond gasped out.
"After you disappeared; we put out an APB for Tony and you. Just after that, one of our
men spotted Sandy there in town. I remembered her hanging around that Tony guy and
thought there might be a connection. When she spotted our tail and ducked out of
sight, I was sure of it," the detective said.
"Fortunately, we'd followed her before, during Tony's trial. We found out she had this
cabin north of the city. We got the force together and came out. Had a little trouble
finding it, though."
Wendy almost sobbed out in horror. If only they'd come sooner she wouldn't have...
The Doberman rubbed up against her legs, making the blonde shriek out in horror.
Turning around, Wendy saw Tony and Nick smirking at her. Even if they were to
spend their lives in jail, they'd done enough damage already.
Wendy shrank back from the friendly Doberman, turning her back on the laughing
men as she headed for the police car. Folding the blanket tightly around her bruised
body, she crawled into the back seat of the police car, wondering what would happen
during the trial. Would they talk about what they'd done to her in the cab? The spider?
The dog? The woman?
Wendy moaned as the policeman slammed her door shut, then crawled in the front seat
and started up the engine. As they pulled quickly away from the others, Wendy turned
around and looked at Nick, Tony and Sandy. The three of them had altered her life
completely. Whatever would happen to her now, Wendy knew, with a heaviness in her
heart, that she'd never be the same again.


THE END
