Tormented By Beasts
by Paul Gable


FOREWORD 

Immoral people capitalizing on the innocence of others to achieve their 
goals-a story as old as man. The Bible, history books, law books-all 
chronicle episodes where one individual has been manipulated for the sake of 
another. 

And when the victim is a young woman, the story is much the sadder.... 

Christina Pembleton, the young woman in this book, is the victim of immoral 
people. An innocent woman, she finds herself caught in a complex web of 
depravity and perversion she never dreamed existed. And, after being forced 
to endure one humiliation after another, she becomes little more than an 
obedient animal to her captors. 

TORMENTED BY BEASTS-the shocking story of a woman learning the sordid truth 
about human nature. A story which holds a lesson for our uncaring society. 

-The Publisher 


CHAPTER ONE 

Christina Pembleton trembled. Brad Stokeley's slow stroking fingers at the 
nape of her neck sent a strange flutter up and down her spine. Her 
marble-colored skin began to crawl with excitement, puckering visibly into 
gooseflesh while that hot itchy spot between her loins began to ache 
deliciously once more. 

He was aiming that rock-hard bulge behind his fly against her groin, 
teasingly stoking up the fire in her cunt. The plump lips of her tight young 
pussy were aching to be touched; to be rubbed by those rough, calloused 
fingers of Brad's, then peeled back and stretched for his cock. 

Christina closed her eyes and shuddered. Having her ass rubbed and squeezed 
felt good. His hands were gentle, even if they were those of a workman. Her 
nipples stood up, stiffening against her loose-fitting cotton blouse. As she 
swayed back and forth against Brad's thick, hot body, the young blonde could 
feel her heavy jugs rubbing against one another. And how her nipples ached 
as they slid back and forth against the soft material! When Christina felt 
the iron bands of his arms close around her, she groaned with pleasure. 

"Brad, please don't," Christina managed to get out as she weakly tried to 
push herself away. She was surprised at how low and husky her voice had 
suddenly become. 

"Don't what?" Brad countered, looking down at the young woman. 

Christina peered up meekly, shivering as she felt his sparkling black eyes 
bore down into her skull. His squarely shaped face, tanned skin, thick 
neatly trimmed black beard and shiny black hair reminded the woman of a Hun 
from the far steppes of Asia. There was a kind of brutal, elemental force 
sparking through Brad Stokeley whenever he looked at a woman, an aura that 
attracted as well as terrified most who noticed it. Christina had noticed it 
for several days now, vainly trying to keep her mind on her work at the new 
project school. But whenever Brad walked into her make-shift office, his 
broad bare chest glistening with streams of sweat trickling through his 
thick matting of body fur and his yellow hardhat pushed back on his head 
defiantly, the young blonde felt her cool facade slipping away and the 
animal bitch instinct she thought she had buried years ago rise to the 
surface. Brad noticed the reaction though he made nothing out of it until 
today. 

The big workman smiled, his thick sensuous lips pulled back in a devilish 
grin and revealing a straight row of white teeth. He slid his hands down her 
body and onto her ass again. As he pulled Christina tighter against him, he 
gave a slight hunch to his hips. The blonde didn't pull away as she had 
tried the first time. 

Christina gasped as Brad moved his face against hers. His mouth nuzzled into 
her neck and his hot breath blew through the curling tendrils of her hair. 
The workman's body was working against hers, twisting and rubbing against 
her flesh while his hands pulled at her rounded assmounds, kneading them 
like dough. 

As he tugged them apart, Christina could feel that pressure pulling at her 
swelling labes, forcing them to unstick, then fall back together and rub 
teasingly against her rising clit. Oh, she could go on like this forever! 

Then Brad began kissing, moving his mouth to hers, pressing his thick lips 
against the young blonde's and forcing her to accept his thick, hot tongue. 
Christina hesitated for a moment, knowing if she went this far it would be 
too late for her to stop. It had been so long since the last time. 

But hadn't she worked hard enough in her life to finally enjoy herself? 
Hadn't she sacrificed God only knows how long and how much? Wasn't it her 
turn now to have some fun? What harm could possibly come from this? 
Certainly it wouldn't be like the last time when her father came in and 
found her with ... No, she wouldn't think about that! 

Christina accepted that hot slippery thing, fighting back with her own 
tongue as she groaned deep in her throat with pleasure. As his thick tongue 
lashed down her throat, scraping over the tops of her teeth and washing down 
the sides of her cheeks, Christina felt her sticky pussylips being pulled 
apart. 

Brad had his hands under her short black skirt now, working his fingers 
under her clinging pantyhose until they crawled over her naked skin. Every 
time he squeezed, he pulled her legs open. Soon two fingers were rubbing 
over the flesh between her ass and cunt. Hot, thick cunt oil bubbled out of 
her pussy until her crotch panel was wet with it. 

As their hot, spit-filled mouths sucked and gurgled together, Christina 
could feel that iron-stiff bulge between Brad's legs pressing against the 
soft, slippery lips of her twat. Her mind was being blurred by a red fog of 
lust. Through it she could see the twisted, angry face of her father as he 
stood in the doorway of her bedroom that night, his hands pressed so hard 
against the wood molding that his knuckles were white from the pressure. 
Behind him stood her mother, so weak and fragile-looking. The woman's face 
was white with revulsion and horror, her eyes large and bulging as she came 
upon the scene in front of her. 

Christina had been fucking Mr. Jennings, the neighbor across the street who 
had always had an eye for her. That hot day she'd been watering the lawn 
while he was clipping the hedges. Not a word was spoken. But the two of them 
had walked up to her bedroom arm in arm, knowing full well what they were 
going to do. Neither of them expected her folks to come home until late in 
the evening. 

"Ummmmm," Christina hummed as she felt his tongue sliding down her throat. 

Brad was pushing her back, forcing her legs against the front edge of the 
couch in her office. His tongue was lashing up and down her throat now while 
his fingers pushed closer and closer to the bottom junction of her cuntlips. 

It had been a long time since Christina had felt a man's touch, especially 
there! Her flesh exploded with sexual fire while she pulled violently away 
from Brad's mouth and gasped for air. She opened her eyes and looked at the 
hunky workman with a glazed stare. 

He was peeling down her pantyhose, working the silky material over her 
hipbones while he kept rubbing his crotch against hers. With one quick 
movement he had the nylon hose down to her knees while he pushed her down 
onto the couch. Brad followed her immediately, not giving her a chance to 
think twice about what was about to happen. There was a desperate, animal 
frenzy with every move he made. His arms tightened around her as he settled 
on top of her body. His weight pushed her deep into the sofa cushions. 

Christina felt paralyzed, unable to move under his muscular mass. His body 
seemed to be supported on the points of her jutting tits while the hard 
column of flesh between his legs kept jabbing at the agonizingly achy itchy 
spot down below her flat belly. She couldn't stop herself from opening her 
mouth wide and sucking his tongue deeper inside. Her legs spread apart as he 
settled between them. Christina could smell the pungent aroma of sweat and 
dirt filling her nostrils--the aroma of a working man, of an animal crawling 
on top of her, forcing her will to bend to his. It was a kind of rape. But 
how could it be rape when she was so willing to take his cock? Cock. The 
word burned into her spinning brain as she wondered how thick and long 
Brad's cock was. Would she be able to take him without screaming in pain? 
The thought of him ripping apart her pussy made her shiver with delight as 
well as terror. 

"It's right here baby, right? This is the place where it itches, right?" he 
asked in a mocking voice as he eased his hand between her legs and cupped 
her tender pussy tightly. 

That subtle, gentle pressure was like an electric shock. Christina felt 
every muscle in her body stiffen as her back arched up and she rose from the 
couch. Her lungs ached and burned while her nostrils flared. She dug her 
slender fingers into the scratchy material of the sofa cushions, her heels 
dragging across those cushions as Brad maintained his teasing pressure. She 
moaned again as she felt his fingers work over her fat, sensitive lips. 

"Oh, pplease," she stammered, closing her eyes and feeling her body shudder 
violently. This was more powerful than that first time. But then she was a 
virgin, hot and willing, yet afraid and not knowing what to expect. Now she 
knew about that ultimate pleasure even if she had only experienced it once 
with a man. That expectation, coupled with the years of privation she had 
suffered, made Christina more desperate for a cock than she ever thought she 
could be. It was as if a dam had given way deep inside her. The blonde was 
awash in a sea of sensuality, thrashing helplessly around as Brad played her 
feelings the way a concert pianist plays his instrument. 

Christina felt Brad's hands work quickly. He tugged her pantyhose down to 
her feet, then pulled them off. Next came her skirt. In several short, jerky 
movements the big workman unzipped the garment, working it down over her 
writhing hips until it too was crumpled on the hardwood floor. 

Christina was naked from the waist down, only her thin, sweat-stained blouse 
clung to her big titties. Oh, how good it felt to have her clothes peeled 
off by a man. How good it felt to be naked this way, stripped bare by a 
near-animal, thrashing shamelessly under his hot, glaring eyes while her 
fate hung in the balance! These thoughts whirled around and around the 
blonde's head as Brad knelt between her widely splayed legs, his thumbs 
hooked around the belt loops of his faded and dirty Levi's. His fly was only 
inches away from her opened mouth. If only she could have the courage to 
reach up and pull that silver tab down. But no, that would be too forward. 
Brad would have to take the initiative, no matter how hot she was to trot. 
Christina couldn't let herself give way to her feelings--not, at least, this 
time. 

"Why don't you lube this up," Brad said, moving his right hand down from his 
broad brown leather belt. 

He took that zipper tab between his thumb and forefinger, tugging it down 
until his pants fell open into two halves. Stray black curls of his 
cockhairs peeked around the edges of his zipper teeth as the big workman 
reached in and pulled out his fat, long cunt-splitter. 

"Oh!" Christina cried out as her eyes popped open at what she saw. 

His cock was at least ten inches long and thick as a fat Italian sausage. 
There were no knotty veins disfiguring his prick, nor an ugly foreskin 
cheesy with stale cum and piss. He was clean-cut and big, hung like a big 
horse with fat balls hanging at the broad root near his belly. 

"Feel that cock!" 

At the same time Brad fumbled with the snap on his tight pants, popping it 
open then working his belt desperately until it, too, fell apart. His Levi's 
were soon peeled down to his knees, revealing the full powerful manliness of 
Brad's hairy crotch. 

Christina reached up tentatively with her right hand, working her naked 
asscheeks into the sofa cushions as she felt the fleshy thick head throb as 
her fingertips barely brushed against the big red knob. His cock was so hot 
it almost burned her fingers. She closed her hand over it and was surprised 
she couldn't touch her palm with her fingertips. And he was going to drill 
her cunt with that thing! 

Christina felt another pang of terror as she thought of that possibility. 
Would she be able to take something like that without fainting from the 
pain? Christina could feel his hairy, muscular legs pushing between hers. He 
was getting ready. He was getting ready to plow that long, thick prong into 
her cunt, forcing her tight pussylips apart and sticking that monster into 
her twat! 

"No! Hurt!" Christina babbled, dropping her hand and covering her cunt 
protectively as she drew her legs together and rolled slightly to the right. 
Brad pulled back, letting out a long, shuddering sigh of frustration as he 
looked down at her. 

"Okay, okay," he said in a thick voice. 

"I'm sorry," Christina said shame-faced, unable to look up at Brad. She was 
afraid he'd think she was some kind of frigid tease. But she wasn't. If only 
he'd realize she just needed a little more time. Just a little. 

"Let's try something else for a while," Brad said, seeming to sense what was 
on her mind. 

Christina relaxed, rolling back on her ass and dropping her hand from her 
crotch as she felt Brad moving down her body. His head was over her titties 
now. She could feel him opening the pearl buttons of her blouse. Soon it 
came off her shoulders. Gently he lifted her torso up from the couch, 
slipping the wrinkled blouse from her shoulders and dropping it to the 
floor, then lowering her back down to the cushions. 

Before he made another move, Brad reached down and pulled off his dirty 
white cotton tee-shirt. Christina let out a low moan as she saw that 
familiar brawny, hairy, sweaty chest come into view. But now, with his 
Levi's almost pulled all the way off and with that big hairy dick standing 
out from his crotch like a spear ready to split her open, Brad was ten times 
more exciting than she'd seen him before. 

His head lowered until Christina could feel his mouth engulf one tender 
jutting nipple. She could feel his strong white teeth sinking into the hard 
brown flesh while his tongue laved her titty-tip. 

At the same time Brad reached down and cupped her hot cuntal mound once 
more, rubbing the greasy edges of her fat labes together until his fingers 
were slippery with a thick coating of cunt juice. He could feel the hairs 
matting down to her flesh with that seeping fluid as he worked his finger 
past her tight outer lips, scraping the sensitive spongy membrane between 
her inner and outer labes. 

That knife-like sensation sent Christina's mind spinning out of control. She 
jerked her hips back, then down, trying to work that jagged fingernail up to 
her blood-filled clitty. The blonde was bouncing her ass across the sofa 
now, jerking it back and forth, up and down, bobbing around like a berserk 
puppet as Brad sucked and bit onto her titty while playing with her 
tightening pussy. 

Quickly he moved to her mouth, covering it with his and spearing his tongue 
back down into her throat while he pinched her right cuntlip tightly. The 
pressure was so sudden and unexpected that Christina gasped for air. Her 
body shuddered. A strange, strangling gurgling sound escaped from her lips. 
Brad pulled away from her mouth, moving his head down to her other titty He 
sucked first one nipple then the other while he worked his fingers expertly 
over her tightening, juicing cunt. Christina was babbling senselessly now, 
rolling her head back and forth over the pillow. Strands of her golden 
blonde hair clung to her sweat-dampened forehead. 

A string of drool trickled out from the right corner of her mouth while her 
nostrils flared with lust. She was on fire, burning out of control under 
Brad's urging. 

Slowly he moved his hands up from her cunt, dragging them up her hot flesh 
until they were cupping her flattened asscheeks. Christina could feel his 
hot hands as they moved up to her buttocks. They were wet with her own fuck 
oil, and that knowledge excited the hell out of her. She was a bitch in 
heat, bucking, thrashing, writhing against a stud who was going to scratch 
that itch of desire between her shaking, trembling legs! 

Brad raised himself up once more, his face twisted with lust. It was obvious 
he was as close to bringing this to an end as she was. Yet both of them 
wanted to prolong this episode as long as possible. He closed his eyes and 
inhaled deeply, regaining control of his passion. A slight shudder rippled 
through his strong body. Opening his eyes once more, Brad looked hotly but 
silently into Christina's urging blue eyes. Then he moved forward, his fat 
cock swaying back and forth with the movements while his balls jiggled. 

Christina knew what he wanted. But she had never sucked cock before. Even 
that first time the neighbor had never even suggested her doing something 
like that. But wouldn't it be fun to try something like that? 

Without asking or saying a word, Christina raised her head from the pillow 
when Brad stopped his moving. His cock jerked only inches away from parted 
lips. She placed the fingers of her right hand gently on his fat dickhead 
and saw the big man sway at that touch. A thrill of power rippled through 
her body as she bent forward and took that greasy cockhead between her full 
lips and sucked it in. 

 CHAPTER TWO 

Christina drew in the mauve-colored cockhead, sucking her cheeks in while 
she caressed his entering prick with her tongue. She could immediately taste 
the salty, pungent flavor of Brad's oozing pre-cum as it trickled out of his 
broad pissslit. She moved her head forward a little more while another inch 
of that hot dickmeat slid over her lower teeth and entered her mouth. 

Brad pushed his palms against the sides of her head, pressing them tightly 
against her ears while he squeezed his hairy, muscular asscheeks together 
and drove another inch of cock into Christina's mouth. 

"UMMMMMM!" the young woman moaned as she tilted her head back slightly and 
swallowed more salty cum. Then Christina pulled back until just her lips 
were pressed gently around the big knob. She pushed her tongue out, then 
began licking his prick. She trailed the pointed wet tip just barely along 
the throbbing underside of Brad's dick. The young workman let out a 
shuddering moan, his body swaying dangerously to the right and nearly 
falling off the couch. 

Christina knew the tension was driving him wild with sexual excitement. This 
knowledge made her cunt tighten and ripple with preorgasmic spasms. She was 
in control, and that thrilled her. She slid her tongue lightly downward 
until it came in contact with the thick, broad root of Brad's prong. Then 
she moved back up, zigzagging her tongue along his jerking prick until she 
pushed it up into the narrow groove of the workman's cockdome. 

Christina repeated this teasing licking several times, each time driving 
Brad closer and closer to the brink of orgasm. For a girl who had only 
fantasized about doing something like this, Christina congratulated herself 
on her success. 

Several minutes later she changed her tactics. Having lathered down Brad's 
cock with her spit, she moved her head forward until her mouth was directly 
over his cockhead. She was going back to the cock-sucking, but this time 
both of them were dangerously close to popping off. Christina felt like a 
wild woman as she opened her mouth and prepared to take Brad's prick once 
again. All the cool-headed business woman and celebrated-beauty nonsense 
vanished into thin air under Brad's gaze and body. All she could think of 
was that unbearable itch in her cunny and how that prick would satisfy it. 

Of course, Christina could beg Brad to fuck her now. It would take care of 
her needs as well as his immediately. But the blonde, no matter how 
inexperienced she was at this point, suspected that the longer she prolonged 
the eventual climax for both of them, the more immensely satisfying it would 
be when it came. 

So Christina kept on sucking, sliding her lips easily over the bell-shaped 
cockhead, sucking and swirling her tongue and hot spittle around the 
pulsating meaty head while she ran her forefinger teasingly up and down the 
ridge of Brad's prickshaft. Christina could feel the workman bucking and 
shuddering his way to climax. More than once he nearly fell off the couch 
from his own violent movements. Christina could tell from the way his cock 
reacted in her mouth that he would have a hot, thrilling, full cum when he 
finally shot off his load. 

As hot as she was, Christina still was able to remain cool enough to play 
him like an instrument, tonguing and fingering him, making him respond in a 
way she wanted him to respond. This was the first time in a long time. There 
was an urge in this woman to be possessed, to be humiliated and subjected to 
the most brutal of forces. And at the same time there was another side that 
demanded completed obedience to its will. She bobbed her head back and forth 
on that stiff prick while she spread her cuntlips apart with her fingers and 
teased her clitty with their tips. 

Christina slid her head down farther onto the thick pole, washing the hot 
cockflesh with her tongue as she sucked in her cheeks harder. Brad cried out 
something in a choked, husky voice. He sounded as if he were strangling in 
his own spittle. Finally the woman felt his cockhairs brushing against her 
upper lip. The tip of Brad's cock was pressing the back of her throat. She 
raised her left hand while still spreading her labes apart with her right 
and rolled the workman's balls back and forth. She milked those hot nuts 
tenderly between her fingers, swinging on Brad's thick pole of cockmeat as 
she felt that dick balloon up between her lips. 

"No way," Brad said determinedly, pushing the young girl away from him. 

Christina moaned as she felt the flanged head slip from between her lips. 
Brad kept his eyes fastened on hers, sliding back from her and rolling onto 
his ass. He raised his legs, sliding his Levi's completely off and dropping 
them to the floor. Removing his socks, he was now as naked as she was. 
Christina realized now he'd been close to dropping his load in her mouth. 
He'd pulled back, using the time for finishing his undressing to regain 
control of his cock. He wanted to fuck her in the cunt, to dump his spunk 
into her hot pussy as much as she wanted that cum there. 

Brad rolled back, raising his arms and pressing his fingers gently but 
firmly on her bare shoulders. Christina submitted meekly. She fell back onto 
the couch, her knees falling apart as Brad nestled between her jutting 
hipbones once more. Christina let out a startled cry of delight as she felt 
that fat pole come to rest against the wet cleft of her cunny. Silently but 
quickly Brad got to work, raising his hairy ass up, dragging the stiff, 
throbbing pole across her swollen cuntal mound until its tip was poised over 
the wet slit. Christina wailed, then shut up as she waited for the initial 
cock thrust. 

It came with mind-blinding force. He pushed down, working his thick cockhead 
inside. Christina held her breath, feeling the heat of Brad's body grow more 
intense as his chest descended lower and lower toward her titties. As the 
head slid in, her pussylips peeled back, then snapped shut tightly over it. 
His big long shaft was outside, waiting to shove into the velvety dark red 
hole. 

"Like it, honey? Like it, Christina?" Brad gasped out. 

Sweat trickled down his broad, wrinkled forehead, burning into his ears and 
eyes as his body trembled on the brink of orgasm. He was twisting his body 
around so she could feel his dick working in on her. The spongy head reamed 
out the tight passage, pushing farther and farther into her willing body. 
His cockshaft disappeared inch by thick inch, drilling into her stiffening 
body. How she wanted to swallow all of it. How she wanted to feel that thick 
cock pushing apart her snatchwalls, forming a tight, tiny tunnel of lust 
while his balls pumped out the thick cum. 

"Ohhhhhh!" Christina begged as she felt her pussy being stretched wide open 
to take his thick cock. "More, mm-more," the young blonde begged 
shamelessly. Her legs were pushed farther apart while her knees rose, nearly 
pressing against her titties. A tight, hot sensation made every nerve ending 
in her body stand up and sputter with excitement. Her nipples throbbed as 
Brad's thumbs and forefingers rubbed them to a state of explosion. 

Christina thought the pressure in her cunt would suddenly give way to an 
explosion. She could feel the safety fuses in her body sputtering 
dangerously close to overload. There were only two more inches outside her 
cunt. She wanted it all inside her. Brad was rolling on top of her, pushing 
her down, holding her tightly under him while he pushed his rod up inside 
her begging body. Christina reached up to pull down his chest against her 
titties. 

"Oh yeah, take it, babe," Brad gasped, bearing down hard. His rod pushed 
through the tight, slippery hole, his cockhead almost cooking and frying in 
the hot cuntal oil. Her velvety pussy walls were grabbing that dick. Down 
and down he went, turning Christina's mind into a blob of quivering jelly. 

"Please, fuck, please, fuck," the blonde babbled over and over as she rolled 
her ass back and forth, raising her legs high and scissoring them tightly 
around Brad's thick neck. 

She hunched up, spearing her pussy on that rod, then riding him up and down 
like a horse in a merry-go-round She jerked like a speared fish, crying, 
sobbing, gurgling with passion as her head rolled around the pillow behind 
her. She was close to cumming, teetering on the brink of a powerful, painful 
orgasm. The cords stood out on her neck while the throbs in her pussy 
reverberated through her entire body. 

Christina moaned louder and louder as she felt his weight come to rest on 
her clit. His hairy hardness rubbed over her body. She spread her legs as 
wide as she could while still holding tightly onto Brad's neck and shoulders 
with her legs. She kept begging for more cock even though the young workman 
had buried all ten inches into her. 

Christina cried out a choked sob, feeling the rushing of his cock as it 
ripped through her tight pussy. Before she realized it, he was hammering 
against her clit. This time Brad didn't stop to tease. He was bent on seeing 
it through. That idea froze the young blonde's mind with passion. Her first 
cum in years--and an explosive, mind-blasting one. He kept going, slamming 
down harder and faster, his weight shaking her as he hunched his way into 
her body again and again. Christina was grunting with the force of his 
blows. Her cunt was being stretched wide open by the spiral working of his 
fucking strokes. His cock was ballooning out, throbbing against her 
stretched cuntal walls until Christina thought she was going to come apart. 

"AAaaaahhhhhh!" Christina moaned as a flash of fire ripped through her 
pussy. It was a strange, hot/wet feeling that radiated up to her titties, 
then down her arms, thighs, legs and to the backs of her feet. Her heels 
beat a strange exotic rhythm against his humping back as her toes fanned 
out. A tingling tickled her legs and arms as her ass ground up once more to 
meet him. Her entire body was clutching Brad as he fucked her to climax. 

"Getting hot, baby? Cutting loose? SHOOT!" Brad cried as he worked his 
muscular hips like oil pumps. 

Christina knew instinctively he was cumming. Somewhere deep in her body she 
felt an explosion occur, radiating through her body and intensifying until 
it spread across her cunny. There, it exploded with a force that drove 
Christina nearly into unconsciousness. It felt as if the world was inside 
her pussy and was exploding. Her cuntal walls spasmed as her pussy clutched 
around his hunk of meat, holding the squirming, shooting cock like a fleshy 
beartrap. 

"Cum, cum!" Brad gasped. 

He pushed his body down hard and held it there, his thick jizz spilling out 
of Christina's spasming cunny. The young blonde felt her cuntal muscles 
clench down hard, release, then clench again. She was cumming, her clitty 
jerking and twitching. Christina tried to scream, but her throat was too 
tight and dry for her to do anything but make guttural, choking sounds. The 
tall workman dug his rough fingertips into her fleshy buttocks, bruising the 
tender skin as he kept firing his load machine-gun style. 

Christina cried out as she felt the sticky hot cum oozing out from between 
her raw, red lips and trickling down the valley between her cunt and asshole 
toward her shitter. She could feel the rough material of the sofa cushions 
rubbing her back and ass raw as she bounced her cheeks up and down. 

"NOOOOO!" the blonde finally managed to shriek out as she raked Brad's back 
with her sharp fingernails, peeling his tough skin with those razor-sharp 
weapons as the tightness and pleasure/pain in her cunt peaked. "Fuck 
MEEEEE!" Christina screamed, then broke down into incoherent sobbing sounds 
as she tossed her head violently from side to side. All the air went out of 
her body. Christina felt like a violently deflated punching bag as Brad 
thrust his shooting dick into her cunt three more times before collapsing 
heavily on top of her writhing body. 

The spasms continued several seconds after Brad finished cumming. Christina 
groaned under the hot weight of his body, finally pushing up with the palms 
of her hands as her cunt slackened. 

"You were too fuckin' hot," Brad said, pulling his head from the nape of her 
neck and looking down at Christina. The young blonde blinked open her 
eyelids and peered up at the rough workman. What she saw surprised her in a 
way. Brad was a roughly hewn man, not too welleducated, and certainly far 
from the wealthy men she had dated all through high school and college. 

What would her parents say if they could see her now, pinned to the couch 
with jizz leaking from around her cuntal lips--and pinned there by a man 
they wouldn't even spit at let alone consider as a suitable mate for their 
daughter. But then again her father had called her a slut that 
evening--nothing more than a common whore who couldn't handle her base 
desires. She had tried to prove to her parents they were wrong. And for a 
while they seemed to forgive her. And yet she could always see something in 
her father's eyes that told her he never forgot that incident or forgave 
her. Well, what would they think now? That possibility made Christina giggle 
nervously. 

"Something funny, baby?" Brad asked, moving his body. 

As he shifted his weight, his limp cock rubbed up against her clitshaft. 
Surprisingly, Christina felt her clit begin to respond to that light touch. 
Maybe l am turning into a slut, she thought to herself as she tried to sit 
up. The thought now was more serious that the former one and worried her 
throughout the rest of the evening. 

"No, just thinking," Christina said off handedly, wondering how she could 
get rid of Brad now. She could tell he wanted to stay around for a bit 
longer, talking small talk and enjoying the comfortable warm afterglow 
lovers enjoy experiencing after a good, hard fuck. But Christina felt 
uncomfortable now with Brad. She had come down in the world when she gave 
into the big workman's passionate advance. That thought burned her pride, 
even though she knew it was wrong. 

"That's bad for the soul. Thinking about the group coming here today?" 

"I almost forgot!" Christina cried, jerking up as she twisted to one side 
and pushed her thighs back from Brad. 

This sudden motion enabled the young blonde to pull free from the workman. 
She shuddered slightly as she felt the flanged head of his big prick slip 
free of her clutching cuntlips. The young woman rose quickly from the couch, 
pattering noiselessly on the wooden floor as she bent down and gathered up 
her scattered clothing. 

Brad lay down on his back, locking his fingers behind his head and watched 
Christina move about the small, one-window room. She had the grace and 
agility of a cat, her legs moving quickly and with definite purpose. 
Christina was one of those women whose every move was sensuous, arousing. 
There was a liquid flow about her body. Even now, after having blown one of 
the biggest loads he had in his life, Brad could feel the hot blood 
beginning to flow into his flaccid cock again. He squeezed his asscheeks 
together and could feel his cock respond. 

"You have to go now, Brad," Christina said uneasily as she stood next to the 
couch with her clothing in her hands. There was a nervous tension in her 
eyes expressing her double feeling toward him--hope that he would get out of 
here soon so she could finish her work, and a faint desire that he would 
stay in spite of what she said, forcing her will once more to bend to his. 
It was that dual nature of hers again. 

The big workman lay quietly on the couch without saying a word. Christina 
frowned, her forehead wrinkling with irritation as she tried to think of 
some way to get him to move. It was getting late--almost five o'clock now. 
She had to get to work if she hoped to complete it before the boys arrived 
from the city. 

"All right, m'am," Brad drawled, unlocking his fingers and swinging his 
long, muscular legs over the side of the couch. 

Christina drew her clothing protectively against her hanging, jutting tits 
and stepped back as Brad stood up. He moved forward quickly, grabbing her 
roughly by the elbows and jerking her to him. Christina let out a cry of 
surprise, dropping her clothes to the floor. But the feel of his hot, hairy, 
tough skin rubbing against hers; the sensation of his stiffening cock 
working its way in between her puffing cuntlips silenced any further cries 
for help. 

He pressed his thick lips to hers, driving in his tongue while his calloused 
hands crawled all over her flesh. Just when he started to caress the soft, 
creamy flesh of her buttcheeks Brad pulled away, leaving the young woman 
hanging in midair. 

"Got to go," he said, smirking as he turned and started dressing. 

Christina looked at him wide-eyed, feeling her sexual juices flowing 
unsatisfied. She could have spat, but instead began dressing in silence. 

 CHAPTER THREE 

Christina Pembleton came from one of the finest families in Westchester 
County, New York. Her parents adored her, giving her everything she could 
ever ask for, taking her to the city and exposing her to all the arts, 
crafts and sophistication Manhattan could lavish on the pretty young girl. 
She was a bright and perceptive child, although even at the early age of six 
the young girl was showing an inordinate curiosity about her sexual organs 
as well as those of others. 

If she were considered pretty as a child, she was a true beauty by the time 
she was eighteen. Her whitish blonde hair had mellowed into a silky golden 
yellow that fell in soft waves over her forehead and down to her shoulders. 
Her bright blue eyes had lost some of their innocent sparkle, becoming 
almost sensuous as she gazed coolly at the world outside her. Five feet 
three inches tall, Christina was of medium build with narrow but 
well-rounded hips, a firm, melon-sized pair of asscheeks kept taut by 
constant swimming, and thirty-six-inch titties jutting from her chest. 

It was little surprise many boys had tried to slip their cocks into 
Christina's cunt. And it is little surprise the young teenager wasn't 
tempted by their advances. She had developed early in life and was ready for 
her first sexual experience by the time she was thirteen. But her mother and 
father had always told her she was special and should "wait" until that 
perfect man came along and married her. Christina waited, satisfying her 
itching, aching pussy nightly by fingering herself. And yet, in her dreams, 
the young blonde could see nothing else but some shadowy man with a very 
large and very stiff cock meant only for her. 

When she was eighteen the waiting stopped. A nearby neighbor notorious for 
sniffing out and plucking cherries managed to fuck her, much to the dismay 
of her parents. That was when she was eighteen. Except for one or two minor 
incidents in college, Christina had never fucked another man. Brad was the 
first, awakening in her a feeling she thought she had successfully buried 
seven years ago. 

As she slipped back into her clothing after Brad had left, Christina thought 
of her plan. Having studied psychology in college, then having gone to work 
for the New York City Juvenile Correctional Facilities, Christina felt the 
only way she could straighten out these young boys--or at least some of 
them--was to get them out of the environment of the city. In more natural 
surroundings, they could work out their frustrations in constructive jobs. 
There would be people trained to help the boys in all aspects of this kind 
of reeducation. 

Of course, trying to convince the authorities of the viability of her plan 
was an almost hopeless task. Most balked at the expense, a definite problem 
considering the financial condition of the city at that time. When Christina 
offered her money as well as her father's considerable fortune as 
collateral, the officials then worried about the publicity should the 
project turn into a failure. 

In the end Christina won out as she always did in an argument. A small farm 
some twenty miles from the center of Manhattan was leased by the city with 
Christina's money. Three rooms upstairs in the large wood-frame house would 
serve as living spaces for the first load of boys. The downstairs would 
provide living quarters and office space for the meager staff of this new 
institution. 

Brad was one of five workmen assigned to refurbish the farm with anything 
Christina wanted--after all, she was footing the bill the city fathers 
realized If she wanted to turn it into an estate, so be it. The men worked 
quickly repainting and replastering most of the rooms while adding more 
plumbing to the upstairs area of the main house. More workers had driven 
from the city several days ago carrying large pre-fab walls for work 
buildings to be constructed some fifty feet from the main house. They were 
put up within three hours, looking unfortunately more like Nazi 
concentration camp holding tanks than woodworking facilities. 

Yet, Christina reasoned, things would improve once the boys arrived and got 
to work. The equipment arrived the next day, enough for a squadron of busy 
Boy Scouts to construct a small city. 

The last thing to come were the animals--four German shepherds, specially 
trained by the city authorities, and two horses. These, Christina hoped, 
would provide some of the boys with the love and attention they had lacked 
in their early, formative years. 

When everything was finally pushed and shoved into place, Christina 
realized. it was far from the ideal reform farm she'd dreamed of. But it was 
a start. And she would have to be satisfied with it, considering the first 
load of boys--four of them--would be arriving from the juvenile facilities 
this evening. 

Hiring a staff wasn't particularly easy either. 

Though Christina and her father were footing most of the bill, even their 
large fortunes were beginning to feel the financial pinch of her project. 
Some special teachers and trained psychologists would be arriving tomorrow 
to counsel the boys and suggest various types of training for them. Local 
penal authorities would stay the evening with them, it was hoped, with 
others arriving the following day to remain on a more permanent basis. 

"Oh God," the young blonde mumbled, straightening out her clothes and 
smoothing down her hair. 

It was another hot evening--temperatures in the nineties with humidity 
hovering around the same figures. Christina walked across the small room and 
opened the door, feeling a rush of fresh if somewhat hot and stuffy air blow 
across her face. The house was dark and silent. She'd been careful to invite 
Brad in from his work on the wiring in the main living room after the other 
workmen had left for the day. Now she stepped into the deserted hall and 
stopped, looking around and smiling at her work. The dark wood and high 
Victorian ceilings added to the quiet somberness of the home. Not exactly 
paradise, Christina thought as she walked slowly to the front door. But it 
would do for now. 

Opening the door, the young blonde looked up at the cloudy sky Thick, dark 
thunderheads had rolled in from the Atlantic and were scudding across the 
sky. The wind began to pick up and blow loose leaves and dirt around in 
whirlwinds around the house. Christina felt her long blonde hair whipping 
against her face and neck as she stepped down from the small porch to the 
gravel drive and walked to the far rectangular building that now served as a 
temporary kennel/stable. 

Above the brisk howling of the wind Christina could hear the barking of the 
dogs and neighing of the two horses. 

"Evenin', Miss Pembleton," Jack Slaeter said, stepping out of the building 
just as Christina was about to open the door. 

She widened her eyes in surprise, then narrowed them in displeasure as she 
watched a filthy smirk cross his lips. Jack was somewhat secretive and 
cunning. But there was nothing secret about what he thought of Christina. 
His eyes were always glued on her, measuring her steps, fondling her 
titties, trailing down her supple curves to her thighs, indecently 
undressing her and then God only knows what. 

Christina wanted to have him fired three days after the city of New York 
hired him as caretaker for the grounds and animals. But the authorities felt 
Christina, even though she was footing most of the bill, just wasn't 
qualified enough to determine who would be hired or fired around the farm. 
In the end she withdrew her request, although not quickly enough for Jack 
not to hear about it. Ever since then he'd been watching her like a hawk 
about to p ounce on a helpless mouse. Instinctively Christina crossed her 
arms in front of her tits. 

"Are the animals ready?" Christina said coolly, regarding Jack with nervous 
attention. 

"Why don't you see for yourself? I think one of the dogs got to us hurt," 
Jack said, his big brown eyes almost rolling in his head as he gave her that 
same filthy look he had for the young blonde ever since he started working 
there. 

Christina walked briskly past Jack into the small building. She immediately 
forgot about her dislike for the man. In spite of what he was personally, 
professionally he had a way with animals. She could tell he had a way with 
them and would be valuable when the boys started coming in. 

"Which dog?" Christina asked, stopping several feet inside the building. She 
could smell the pungent aroma of animal feed and stale piss. This section of 
the building would serve--when the furniture came in--as a tiny office. It 
was partitioned off from the rest of the building by a large white wall with 
one door in the center. Behind it were housed the dogs and--at night--the 
horses. 

"None of them," Jack replied. 

Christina felt her hair stand on end as the light suddenly dimmed. The young 
blonde dropped her hands to her sides and wheeled around just in time to see 
Jack hurtling toward her like a missile. She stepped back and to the right, 
but not in time to avoid being hit by the young man. He grabbed her hard by 
the wrist, twisting it around until a bolt of pain shot through her arm and 
into her shoulder. Christina cried out, her head snapping back while she 
pitched forward and fell hard to her knees. 

"Let me go!" she shouted, twisting her head up and looking with agonized 
hatred at her tormentor. 

He was still holding onto her wrist tightly, pressing her palm against his 
fly and rubbing it sensuously up and down. 

When Christina realized what he was doing, she fought down the desire to 
retch and sneered at him. "So, you finally show your colors now. I should've 
fired you long ago. But I'll make sure the authorities find out about this." 

"Not until I've taken what I want," Jack said thickly, his sunburned, gaunt 
face twisting up evilly into a mask of lust. He reached down With his other 
hand and grabbed Christina's free wrist, clamping his fingers so tightly 
onto her flesh the young girl thought she would faint from the pain. Jerking 
her arms forward, Jack forced Christina's face against his crotch. 

"Stop IT!" she cried, feeling the rough material of his Levi's scraping 
against her nose. The floor hurt her knees as she struggled in vain against 
his hard grip. 

"You gonna suck my cock? Suck it like you did that stud's?" Jack sneered. 

Christina jerked her head up and looked wildly into his glowing eyes. They 
burned like two hot coals. God, she'd never seen anything so evil and 
disgusting before in her life. 

"How did--" Jack pulled her arms up, forcing the young blonde to stand. 

"You thought you were so careful. You've got a window in that room, baby, 
and I've got eyes. I know what's going on around here. If that fucker's good 
enough for your cunt, I'm good enough for your ass, Jack said, bending his 
head down and planting his lips on hers suddenly. 

Christina felt her stomach turn over as she smelled his foul breath blowing 
into her nostrils, His spittle tasted of stale garbage and wine as he forced 
her lips apart and shoved in his tongue. With surprising presence of mind, 
Christina let him have his way, then bit down hard on his upper lip and 
tongue. 

Jack let out an animal shriek of pain and rage, tearing himself free of 
Christina and falling back. Blood oozed from one corner of his mouth as the 
young blonde broke free and bolted for the door. But Jack was too fast. 
Jerking forward, he reached out with his right hand and grabbed her by the 
hair, pulling back and forcing to the floor with a cry of frustration and 
agony. 

"You Goddamned fuckin' bitch," he growled, holding his mouth with one hand 
while he twisted her hair tighter and tighter in his fingers with the other. 
"I've always wanted to see what a pretty social snot like you looked like 
naked," jeered Jack as he pulled her across the floor to a low wooden table 
standing in the middle of the small room. 

Quickly he swept his hand across the surface, knocking several pencils and 
an accounting book to the floor with a loud clatter. Jack spun the girl 
around, knocking her against the edge of the table and pressing her waist 
against the side. She felt his icy fingers slip down to her ass and roughly 
pull up her skirt. In seconds he had pulled down her pantyhose and exposed 
her full, rounded ass. 

"Stop!" Christina cried. 

But a blow against the right side of her head stopped any further cries for 
the moment. She could feel the rough, splintered wood of the table's edge 
cutting into the flesh of her upper thighs as Jack pressed harder against 
her. He grabbed her knees and roughly pulled them apart, forcing her cunt to 
spread open. Her defenseless tight young asshole gaped open for Jack to see 
with evil satisfaction. Christina flushed deep red with shame and horror at 
the thought of what he could plainly see and at what he was planning to do. 

Teasingly his fingers ran over the plump, perfectly rounded ass-globes. The 
stark white walls of the room set off her deep, smooth complexion and 
blended nicely with the thick blonde curls of her large cuntal bush. Jack's 
hands sensuously explored her flesh as Christina began to shake visibly from 
fear. Greedily his eyes ran over the brown hole waiting for his attack. 

Suddenly she felt something hard and warm push hard against her shitter. 
With a desperate effort she twisted her head around and let out a cry of 
anguish and horror. She prayed God someone would hear her. Brad was still 
around as were a few of the teachers. Christina didn't care what they 
thought when they found her. All she wanted was escape. 

"Slut!" Jack countered, holding her more tightly around the waist while he 
arched back and looked down at her ass. 

His thin, long cock that he had taken out seconds earlier looked like a 
stick probing her shitchute. With another shove he pushed the 
mushroom-shaped bulb of his cock against her clenching hole. Christina 
squirmed with discomfort as his hands held her tightly against the table's 
edge. 

"You'll kill me!" she moaned. 

Christina felt his strong fingers tighten on her hips, pulling her ass up 
toward him. Cruelly he teased the small hole, finally thrusting hard. Slowly 
the swollen knob started to disappear into the tight brown tunnel. At the 
same time Christina tried to close her asshole to shut out the unwanted 
cock. The blonde realized Jack was actually entering her. She could feel his 
lithe body trembling with lust behind her as his knees pressed against the 
backs of her legs. A steady, pulsing hurt radiated from her stretching 
asshole as he pushed more and more of his hot, hard dickmeat into her 
bowels. 

Christina felt dirtied, fouled like she never felt before in her life. Her 
bowels were full of that hot, disgusting prick. And still more of it pushed 
steadily in. Scalding tears of shame and agony filled her eyes, rolling down 
her flushed cheeks as Jack finished burying the last few inches of his dick 
in her hole. 

"Uh, Un, uhhhh--" she grunted as she felt his cock shove faster and faster 
into her body. 

He was twisting her around, beating her back and forth like a limp rag as 
his hands slid up to her titties and squeezed them hard through her wrinkled 
blouse. His thumbs pressed down cruelly over her nipples, pushing them in 
while his fingers dug painfully into the spongy flesh of her jugs. He was 
violating her in the most painful, humiliating way possible for a woman. 
Quickly his cock was pumping into her. 

Christina thought she was going to die from the pain filling her ass. And 
yet behind her Jack was grunting in ecstasy. She could tell from his 
shallow, uneven breathing that he was close to cumming. Cumming! The thought 
of his vile, sick jizz pouring into her asshole was enough to make her vomit 
on the spot! And to think there was nothing she could do about it. His grip 
on her was too strong. She could feel his cock ballooning up inside, ready 
to send his cum into her violated ass. 

Then suddenly there was a flood of light, a shout, and the pain behind her 
was gone. Christina pitched forward, rolling onto the floor and protectively 
pulling her skirt back over her ass as she brushed away her hanging blonde 
hair and tried to figure out what had happened. 

She could see Jack flying across the room, at least an inch off the floor 
with his arms spread out ridiculously as if he were trying to fly. His face 
looked surprised and horrified, while his cock was spurting out his vile cum 
in the air. He landed with a crash against the partition, nearly cracking it 
open as he slumped to the floor with his eyes still opened in surprise. 
Christina looked back and saw Brad standing spread-legged in front of the 
door with his fists doubled up for action. Jack covered his face with one 
hand and signaled with the other that he was through. 

"Pack up and get the fuck out of here," Brad said. "Unless you want to call 
the police," he added, looking down at Christina. The young blonde flushed 
red with shame that he should see her in this kind of condition. Christina 
shook her head violently back and forth. 

"Just out. Just get him out," she said evenly, shrinking back into a corner. 
Her asshole still burned from the fucking it had received. 

Jack got up and walked to the door unevenly. 

"I'll get you for this," he mumbled under his breath, sneaking a parting 
look at Christina before walking out. Christina felt her skin crawl, knowing 
full well he would if he could. 

 CHAPTER FOUR 

Jack left without a comment while Christina was helped out of the building 
by Brad. He offered to stay the evening, but the young woman assured him 
there would be enough people around to take care of any problems. Besides 
not wanting to arouse any suspicion about anything going on between her and 
the handsome young workman, Christina didn't want him to get the idea she 
was dependent on him. Brad left reluctantly while Christina went to her room 
in the main house and showered, trying to block the hideous memory of what 
had happened to her in the makeshift barn. But in front of her she could see 
Jack's face twisted around savagely as he drove his cock into her ass. 
Several times the young woman broke down, holding onto the shower stall door 
and fighting for control. Christina knew she should rest; she should go away 
after that vile, filthy rape by an equally filthy man. But she couldn't 
abandon her project. She had to come through somehow. 

Leaving the shower and dressing quickly, the blonde made it down to the main 
living room just in time to see a large black and white school bus with bars 
on the windows pull up in front. The front door opened and a guard stepped 
out. He signalled someone inside the bus, and in a few minutes the first of 
the boys stepped out. 

Christina felt her heart contract. The realization of her project was about 
to occur. She studied the first boy through the window, noticing his stern, 
defiant, almost hostile look as he stepped from the bus and walked to a 
point indicated by the guard some ten feet from the vehicle. He was carrying 
a medium sized canvas bag. Tall, black-haired, thin to the point of being 
gaunt, his face reminded Christina of a fox. His eyes shifted cunningly back 
and forth as he took in the grounds quickly, then moved his head suddenly to 
the right to the main house. In a second Christina realized he was staring 
at her through the curtains. The young blonde caught her breath and stepped 
back. For some reason that look terrified the young blonde. 

But she conquered her initial feelings and walked quickly to the front door, 
opening it and forcing a smile on her lips. It was more difficult to smile 
when she walked over to the boy and asked him his name. He was wearing the 
same sly, evil look she'd seen on Jack's face just before he raped her ass. 

The young boy's name was Leon, and that was about all she could get from 
him. The others were even more sullen, deferring all questions to him. It 
was apparent he was the leader of this squad of boys eight instead of the 
original number Christina had been told would come. 

With some quick management Christina and two other teachers managed to 
prepare the rooms for the boys. It would be cramped, but she was sure it 
would work out. It had to! 

* * * 

It was nine-thirty later that evening before Christina was satisfied that 
all the boys had been given adequate food and bedding. As before, they spoke 
little, seeming to get their signals for answers and any other overt moves 
they made from L eon. He had uncanny control over them as if he were their 
master and they the robot-like slaves. 

Christina could understand in a way how he managed to exert his controlling 
force. Several times during dinner Leon flashed intense looks at Christina. 
The young blonde had felt very uncomfortable. It was as if he were directing 
some destructive and yet very sexual force at her for an unknown reason. 

Whatever the explanation behind it all, Christina put that off until 
tomorrow or whenever the psychologists could get to it. She and the three 
guards who had come up with the boys were having coffee while the two old 
women who comprised the kitchen help finished cleaning up the tables. A few 
of the teachers had decided to spend the evening with Christina while the 
others--including the two psychologists--left shortly after dessert. 

The young blonde leaned back in her chair and dreamily stroked her upper lip 
with her right forefinger. She thought of her project, then thought of Brad. 
After the successes of today, wouldn't it be nice to go to bed with someone 
like him in a kind of celebration? Images of his broad, hairy chest, his 
thick, cunt-splitting cock, the sensations she had felt as her wet furry 
cleft parted under the force of his bulbous cockhead; all this and more 
whirled about Christina's head as she picked up her cup of coffee and took 
another sip. 

"The regular guards should be up here tomorrow," a tall red-haired guard of 
about forty said as he finished his coffee and reached out to grab the pot 
for a second cup. 

"I don't think those children need any guards--at least not the number 
they're sending me," Christina said as an image of Jack's prick as it just 
started to push past her tightened sphincter and drill her shitter flashed 
in her mind. Her fingers shook, and hot coffee spilled into her lap. 

"Are you all right?" the red-haired guard asked, starting to get up from the 
table. 

Christina recovered herself and blushed, putting down her cup and starting 
to brush the wet stain with the edge of her napkin. The other two guards had 
just flashed the first a look of confusion when the lights dimmed, 
flickered, then went out. 

"You think it's the kids?" the blond guard of about twenty asked as all four 
of them sat quietly by the table. 

Christina's first reaction was confusion. The house was old and the 
possibility of electrical failure was more than possible. Yet Brad and the 
other workman had assured her everything had been redone. 

"They've been upstairs for the past half hour. No way they could get down 
except through the window. And I don't think they're that desperate yet," 
the blond guard answered. 

From the kitchen Christina could hear wails of terror from the two women 
while the three teachers rushed into the dining room blindly and nearly feel 
over the table. All three were women, and all three were now extremely 
terrified. 

While the guards comforted the teachers, Christina rose quickly and ran into 
the kitchen, pulling the two older women out into the larger room while 
someone lit several candles and dimly illuminated the dining room. 

"The kids!" the red-haired guard suddenly cried out. 

"Here, listen," another guard said as he pulled a pocket-sized transistor 
radio from his right hip pocket and dialed several stations before getting 
one clearly. 

"Another blackout!" Christina moaned after listening to the partial 
explanation from the news announcer. 

They all sat and listened for more news, not paying any attention to the 
squeaking on the stairs. Just before all hell broke loose Christina thought 
of the boys again and was about to suggest that one of the guards go 
upstairs and look in on them. That's when the dining room door flew open and 
banged against the side wall like a gun going off. 

All of them jerked stiffly in their chairs, aware of several bodies flying 
into the room. Christina was knocked to the floor. Screams and groans mixed 
with the sounds of overturning chairs and shouts. She could hear the guards 
threatening someone and the protestations of the female teachers and kitchen 
help. Then after what seemed like hours there were the terrifying sharp 
blasts of gunfire. 

Christina still lay half-dazed on the floor, her arms covering her head when 
it all was over. It couldn't have lasted over a minute. 

"Come on, blondie," Christina heard a familiar voice say gruffly. 

Almost immediately she felt fingers wrap around her upper right arm and pull 
roughly upward. Christina pushed herself up to a standing position. What she 
saw as she held onto the edge of the table for support horrified her. One of 
the guards lay prostrate on the floor, blood oozing from his side while an 
occasional moan for help escaped his lips. It was the red-haired man who had 
looked at her when she said the boys didn't really need intense supervision. 

The other guards stood against the far wall with their hands clasped behind 
their heads, their feet spread apart. The three female teachers and two 
women from the kitchen huddled protectively together at the opposite end of 
the room. All over the floor and table top were scattered pieces of 
dinnerware, forks, and other utensils from this evening's dinner that was 
destroyed by the fight. 

Turning around to take a better look at who had pulled her up from the 
floor, Christina was not surprised to see Leon sneering back at her. 

"Another do-gooder sees she goofed," Leon said in a thick voice, clamping 
his fingers down more tightly on her arm. The other boys who had rushed in 
behind the boy and disarmed the guards murmured their approval of what he 
said. 

"What do you want from us?" one of the nervous teachers finally had the 
courage to ask. Leon turned and glanced at her. Only then did Christina 
realize he had one of the guard's guns in his other hand. Two other boys had 
the two other guns. 

To answer the woman's question, Leon moved toward two of the three lit 
candles still sitting undisturbed on the table top. With a quick movement of 
his left hand, Leon swept the candles to the floor. In a short time a fire 
began. 

"You'll kill us all!" Christina wailed as she watched the flames grow with 
each passing second. 

"Get 'em out of here," Leon ordered, backing away from the burning section 
of dining room. 

Two of the boys pulled the wounded man away from the flames, dragging him 
out behind the screaming women and dumping him at the foot of the porch 
stairs. 

As Christina huddled with the other women some twenty feet in front of the 
burning house, the young blonde wondered with terror what would happen to 
them all. 

"Tie up the guards and put them in the metal shop. Two guys for them. Take 
the women into the building over there, with the animals." 

Christina turned to see where he was pointing. It was the makeshift kennel 
where Jack had raped her ass earlier that afternoon. But then how did Leon 
know what that building was used for? 

The women moved together silently as the boys herded them into the tiny 
rectangular building. Fumbling around them for several minutes, three of the 
boys found kerosene lanterns and lit them, placing the lights on a small 
table. 

Behind the partition Christina could hear the dogs barking. 

"Let us go," one teacher pleaded, sinking to her knees and holding her hands 
out in a begging position. 

But the boys just looked at her curiously and turned away. They were waiting 
to hear from Leon who had gone with the two boys designated to guard the 
men. The other five stood against the wall, training the one gun from woman 
to woman and chuckled nervously at times. 

Leon finally walked in. Christina took a better look at him now. He was 
perhaps seventeen--eighteen at the most. But his face showed he was 
street-wise and experienced. His cruelty showed through his ruggedly 
handsome face. He reminded Christina of someone, though she couldn't at this 
minute put her finger on who. 

"Okay. All we need is some money to get out of here and we'll go. We'll take 
blondie here as a hostage. Okay, the cash," Leon said, turning toward 
Christina and holding the gun at her. 

"But there isn't any. Just a few dollars I've got in my room. But you've 
burned that," she said bitterly. 

"Come on. I know you've got some stashed on the place away from the main 
house. It's in one of these buildings--the shops or something. You gonna 
talk?" Leon said menacingly. 

Christina stepped back as the young boy grabbed her and pulled her roughly 
to him. To her horror she realized he was fondling her, digging the barrel 
of the gun hard against her right side while his left hand dug into her 
buttocks. She reached up and instinctively slapped his face. 

"Not bad," Leon said, still holding tightly onto her while he moved toward 
the door. "Come on," he said over his shoulder to several of the other boys. 

Four went in with him while two--one with a gun--remained in the anteroom. 
Christina was pushed into the room where the dogs were kept. The light from 
one of the lanterns illuminated the room. She could see the cages where the 
dogs' heads cocked curiously to one side at the sudden and noisy invasion. 

"Maybe after you have one of those on top of you, you'll talk," Leon said 
cruelly. 

"What? WHAT?" Christina asked, wheeling around to confront Leon. 

All around her she saw the twisted faces of the boys. Now they looked like 
demons ready to tear her to pieces. She could tell from their faces they had 
wallowed in the depths of depravity long before this day. In desperation she 
lunged for the door. But Leon reached out and roughly brought her back to 
her original position. 

"No," she whimpered, stepping back and crouching protectively with her arms 
crossed in front of her. "No, please!" 

Leon's hands grabbed her blouse. Quickly and roughly he jerked the material 
over her head, ripping open the buttons as he exposed her jiggling tit ties. 
Christina could hear the lewd comments as they pulled the garment off her 
back and threw the rag down onto the floor. She tried to cover her pendulous 
tits. But two of the boys slapped her hands away, forcing her to expose her 
jugs to the hard glare of the surrounding group. 

A second later Leon was tugging down her skirt, pulling off her shoes and 
pantyhose to the cheering delight of his followers. She stood crouching 
before them, shamed and humiliated, her face flushing red as she tried 
covering the private parts of her body. But the boys made that impossible, 
running up to her and slapping or caressing her titties, her inner thighs, 
her asscheeks, her legs, making the blonde cry out in outraged shame and 
forcing her to protect that portion of her body while another lay exposed to 
attack. Burning tears trickled down her cheeks. 

"Stop it!" she pleaded once more. 

Leon stepped forward and struck her hard across the face in answer to her 
begging. Christina's arms flew out as she staggered backward and fell to one 
knee. She was vaguely aware of someone tying her wrists together. Her long 
silky hair hung in her eyes. They were binding her up, tying her down for 
some perverted sport while in the background she could hear Leon continuing 
to ask her for money. Christina's only answer was a muffled moan. 

"Take the first one out," Leon commanded. 

Christina's wrists were tied together then pulled down in front of her and 
between her widely splayed knees. Someone bound her wrists to her ankles. 
Now she knelt in this obscene position, her rounded ass and cunt exposed 
from the rear while her face nearly touched the cold wooden floor. 

The smell of stale piss and shit filled her nose as she heard one of the 
cages being opened. She heard the boys chuckle and make one or two vulgar 
remarks. The other three dogs barked furiously as Leon took the first one 
and led him to the blonde's twisted face. Christina slimnk away from the 
animal's snout as the big dog opened his powerful jaws and slathered it down 
with his spittle. Her stomach turned over as she guessed what the boys were 
going to do to her. 

"Stop it!" the blonde cried for the last time. 

Leon ignored her pleas, laughing as she shuddered when the German shepherd 
brushed her right shoulder. Christina realized for the first time that there 
were things much worse than death The animal poking its cold black snout 
against her inner thigh and making her gasp in horrified surprise was 
proving that. 

 CHAPTER FIVE 

Christina twisted her head around and peered over her shoulder. The animal 
probing her thighs was large dark-brown German shepherd with white markings 
on his pointed ears. He was the largest of the four males Christina had 
purchased for the school, his hard, rounded muscles quivering around his 
hindquarters while he crouched and nosed farther up the cringing woman's 
crotch. His short, bristly hair tickled the woman whenever his sides brushed 
against hers and she had to suppress giggles at times in spite of her horror 
and shame. 

The big dog made sharp, jerky upward movements, pushing his nose along the 
smooth skin of her inner thighs and making Christina raise her ass to keep 
her cunt away from the dog's snout. 

"He likes you. He wants to play with you," Leon taunted as he watched with 
the other boys. 

She groaned and turned her head around, refusing to watch her vile 
defilement. She could feel his cold nose rub up and down her flesh, then 
pull back as the big shepherd sized up the situation. Christina waited, 
teetering on the brink of wanting to shriek, as she heard the dog's shallow 
breathing behind her. Then there was a move followed by a warm, wet 
sensation on her pussylips. Christina let out a long, low, throaty moan. He 
was lapping at her snatch! 

"OHHHH!" Christina cried, jerking her ass back and forth as she tried to get 
away from the animal's hot, rough, thick tongue. 

She scraped her knees and arms against the rough floor as she crawled 
several inches toward the door. But Leon moved around, kicking her roughly 
on the shoulder and forcing her back to the animal. The blonde cried out in 
pain and shame as she resigned herself to this ultimate humiliation. 

"Huhhhrrrr," Christina moaned as the lapping grew more intense. 

She closed her eyes and bit her lower lip until itbled as she tried to keep 
from crying out again. Christina's ass remained steady in spite of the 
increasingly comforting licking she was getting. Something deep inside the 
humiliated blonde was giving way to the animal's constant cuntal attention 
as he licked down her outer labes with his tongue. 

Deeper and deeper the dog drove his tongue, slicing into her wet cleft while 
he matted down her blonde pussy hairs with his saliva. Christina felt a 
strange hot-wet feeling covering her titties, belly and pussy. Involuntarily 
she began to respond to the German shepherd's oral attention, grinding her 
thighs together, rocking her hips back and forth to slide her slippery 
pussylips over her stiffening clitty. 

When she felt several of his razor-sharp teeth cut into the fleshy membrane 
of her cuntlips, the blonde sucked in a wet, ragged breath and cried out 
with strained delight. 

"UMMMM," Christina hummed, bobbing her ass from left to right as if it were 
a pendulum. 

She was undulating her thighs now. The big dog pushed his pointed snout 
higher, his short stubbly fur around his jaws plastered down by his own 
spittle and by the blonde's bubbling cunt juice. Christina was responding 
more violently to the lapping animal. To her surprise, she was feeling that 
red sexual fog descend over her mind, turning her into a sex machine instead 
of a responding woman. She felt some primal desire take over her mind and 
body. All she could think of was that wonderful, wet, caressing tongue 
sloshing noisily and out of her narrow crack, filling her twat with that 
soothing liquid. 

Oh, if only he would lick her clit! If only there were some way she could 
tell that dumb animal to move only an inch higher. Christina bobbed her ass 
down, tilting her cunt as much as she could to push her blood-filled clit 
down to the dog. 

Then it happened! The shepherd seemed to know what to do, tilting his 
powerful, handsome head back and raising his snout until his tongue slid 
over that little shaft. Christina's eyelids fluttered open while her jaw 
slackened. She felt a strange wet heat blow over her pussy as she fell 
forward, striking her forehead on the floor. Her clitty had contracted from 
that contact. Christina twisted helplessly in her bonds as her cunt exploded 
with unnatural sexual fire. The big shepherd grew more excited by her 
violent reaction. He whined and growled deep in his throat, turning his head 
to the right and driving his cold snout like a pole into her pussy. 
Christina cried out again, this time her cries drying up into choked, 
throaty sobs. She could feel his scratchy snout peel back her outer labes, 
forcing them apart as it pushed relentlessly into the velvety, musky depths 
of her pussy. 

The blonde could feel the sharp ends of his teeth cutting into her silky, 
wet cuntal walls while the bristly fur matted down with spittle and pussy 
juice brushed against the reddened, rounded tip of her clitshaft. Christina 
pressed her elbows against her sides and cried out for mercy. If only they 
would take her away from this horrible room! What were they doing to her? 
Why was she responding like this to this perverted group of boys? How could 
she react sexually to the savage advances of an animal? 

The big dog growled again, the low rumbling of his voice making her thin 
pussywalls reverberate. Without thinking Christina backed up, forcing her 
cunt farther onto the big dog's snout while she felt her stiffened titty 
tips drag across the cold, dirty wooden floor. What kind of torture could 
they possibly devise for her after this? 

Then the animal changed his tactics, pulling out his snout and going back to 
her outer labes. He moved to the right, licking down her right asscheek 
until it dripped with his hot spittle. Then he moved to the left, doing the 
same to the other buttock until her entire ass was dripping with doggie 
spittle. It felt warm, comforting, relaxing as he continued to lather down 
her body with his saliva. 

Then he opened his powerful jaws, moving back to her pussylips that had by 
now grown puffy, greasy and angry red. Gently he closed his teeth around the 
left outer labe, shaking his head angrily back and forth. The gentle pain 
and savage pulling drove Christina to higher planes of sexual pleasure. She 
grunted like a cow in rut, banging her head savagely against the floor while 
her toes fanned out and dug into the wood beneath. Her skin crawled with 
shameless pleasure and she writhed mindlessly while the big dog teased her 
with his snout and teeth. 

Quickly tiring of this game, the shepherd finally let go and backed away. 
Aware of this abrupt abandonment, the blonde pulled her head around and 
peered over her right arm once more. She could see his eyes glazed over with 
sexual excitement. His blood-heavy, knobby red prick hung between his 
hindquarters glistening with pre-cum. It looked like a tree root painted red 
as it throbbed and swayed lazily from side to side. The shepherd's lower jaw 
hung down, spittle oozing down in crystal strings from the corners of his 
black, rubbery lips to the floor. His pointed white-marked ears were pointed 
toward her while his powerful body trembled with excitement. She knew what 
he was going to do. And what amazed her was her willingness to submit to 
this ultimate horror. 

In a second he was back to her. But this time the dog fell back on his hind 
haunches, pushing up and crawling on top of her until he had successfully 
mounted the grunting woman. Christina turned around and buried her head 
between her shoulders. The last bit of pride and self-respect had been 
crushed by this animal's last move. She could feel his hot, furry belly 
rubbing against her rounded back, pressing her down to the floor. His 
toenails dug into the soft flesh of her belly while his forelegs hugged her 
sides tightly. 

Christina's lungs burned furiously as she gasped in air like a drowning 
woman. She could feel his hard snout resting against the right side of her 
neck as his hindquarters moved nervously behind her for balance. But what 
both terrified and excited her more was the hot, wet sensation of his cock 
pressing against her inner thighs. He was moving around, trying to find the 
best position for initial entry. His rubbery doggie prong felt like a heated 
greasy sausage rubbing against her thighs and cuntlips. She felt his soft 
hair brush and tickle her legs. 

His body froze and trembled as he hunched back. Christina bit her lower lip 
as she waited expectantly for the cock. It came with a rushing force that 
nearly knocked her out. She felt it slide past her outer labes, parting the 
lips like a hot knife rushing through a tub of butter and sinking into her 
snatch. The knob on the dog's cock brushed against her clitty and made the 
blonde exhale with a loud cry. 

Her body shuddered as the knob slipped past her thick labes and plopped into 
her fuckhole. Christina dug her fingernails into her legs, biting her lower 
lip until she could taste her blood. The dog's toenails scraped her flesh, 
tearing at the tender skin as he reared back and drew the slippery knob out 
of her pussy, only to slide it back in. She could feel his tiny hairy balls 
slap against her as he fucked her faster and faster. His foul breath 
assaulted her nostrils as she bounced her ass up and down, around and 
around, in time to the fucking rhythm of the dog. Somewhere deep inside her, 
Christina could feel her womb turn over, her clitty exploding and her cunt 
contracting. It grabbed the animal's prick, milking the spearing prong as 
bubbling cunt juice frothed out from between her splayed cuntlips and 
dribbled down her thighs. The animal's forelegs pressed more tightly against 
her ribs while his snout rubbed back and forth against her right ear. He was 
growling, whining and barking softly as his cock jerked crazily inside her 
velvety, soft pussy. 

"UHHHHHHR! UHHHHR!" Christina groaned as she felt the first contraction rip 
across her clitty. Then came another and another until her scraping knees 
were encrusted with cuntjuice. Her knees snapped together, pressing against 
the palms of her hands as she jerked and twisted in her bonds. The gyrating, 
whimpering blonde could feel the rough hemp cutting into the flesh of her 
wrists and ankles as her body was torn to pieces by the giant cum. 

At the same moment she felt the animal freeze above her, his muscles 
hardening and pressing down against her back and thighs. His growls turned 
into high-pitched whines of delight. The shepherd's paws slid up and down 
her sides, making her titties jiggle and dance across the floor. Everything 
in her body seemed to be drumming and throbbing to the spasming of her 
pussy. 

Christina was helpless, whirled about in the storm of her own perverted 
lusts. Then she felt something hot rush into her cunny and knew the big dog 
was shooting. He came differently from a man, his jizz spraying into her 
pussy like water from a firehose. It was steady and hot, filling her up in 
seconds and spilling out of her snatch. She growled with delight and 
disgust, wincing at the thought of her thighs being slicked down with doggie 
cum while she licked her lower lip and contracted her pussy one more time to 
milk more spunk from the animal's prong. 

The throbbing finally stopped in her pussy. Christina fell forward, feeling 
as if all the air and fight had been drained from her. The shepherd dropped 
down from her body, barking in triumph as he trotted back to his cage and 
curled up like a snail inside. 

"So, you want more?" Leon asked, walking in front of the still-sobbing 
Christina and squatting down in front of her. The blonde pulled her head up 
and looked pleadingly at the boy. He was only a boy. How could someone so 
young do something so horribly perverted as that to her? It was almost 
impossible to believe. 

"I told you, there's no money. I don't know who told you that, but I haven't 
got any. I used it all for the school. Please believe me and let us alone. 
Take everything we've got here and go. But just let us be," Christina 
pleaded. 

"You're a liar," Leon sneered. 

Christina felt a sudden rush of defiance fill her veins. "You won't get away 
with this. The police--" 

"The police?" Leon interrupted, rolling back and laughing. The others joined 
in. "They're busy in the city trying to keep things down. You can bet on 
that. Nobody's gonna come out here to help 'til maybe morning. And by then 
we'll be gone. And don't worry. We'll find the cash we need to get the fuck 
out of here and into Canada. My uncle, uh ... " 

"What about your uncle?" Christina asked, looking at him more closely. Her 
pussy still burned and dribbled with animal jizz. But she thought she found 
an opening to the boy. If only she could find out more about him perhaps she 
could stop this nightmare before it was too late. 

"Never mind. Take her with the others to the metal shop for now," Leon 
ordered, standing up and walking to the door. 

When Christina walked naked past the women in the anteroom, she tried to 
ignore their curious and sympathetic looks, She could tell they had an idea 
what had happened in there from the screams and shrieks that must have come 
through the door. Thank God none of them knew how much she had enjoyed that 
sick episode. 

When they all reached the metal shop, they found Leon standing in the 
building, lanterns illuminating the large room filled with all sorts of 
lathes, benches, stools, saws, electronic equipment and other machines. The 
two guards were bound and gagged and rolled into one corner. The third 
wounded guard, Christina guessed, was still outside, probably dead by now. 

"You, take off your clothes," Leon said while he picked up a transformer 
from one bench and examined several of the wire leads from one end. He was 
talking to a young, pretty teacher just out of college called Eve Bloom. 

"Oh please," she said in a soft, weak voice as she stepped back into the 
crowd of women. The others huddled around her protectively. She was petite, 
brunette, and fragile-featured. All the others felt sympathy for her since 
Leon singled her out for his special kind of torture. 

"I said take them off!" he said harshly. 

Three boys rushed toward the girl. They knocked the protesting women to one 
side, dragging the shrieking teacher forward and laughing as she squirmed 
and twisted helplessly in their hellish grips. They ripped her white and red 
print summer frock from her body, tearing off her pink bra and matching 
panties with the force of raping Huns and exposing her petite body for all 
to see. 

"Tie her up and hang her there," Leon said, looking up at a pulley riveted 
into the ceiling above him. He looked at Christina and sneered. God only 
knew what he had planned next. 

 CHAPTER SIX 

What Christina and the others were forced to witness was not pretty. The 
boys tied Eve's wrists tightly together while she whimpered and begged for 
them to let her go. She flashed several desperate looks at the helpless 
women, hoping perhaps they could do something to aid her. But it was 
useless. 

Leon was in complete control, his gun and the two other guns aimed at the 
cringing women. When they finished binding her, the boys threw one rope over 
the pulley above Leon's head, pulling it down and fastening it to Eve's 
wrists. The n they pulled hard, jerking the slender brunette's body up like 
a hunk of dead meat until it swung back and forth in mid-air. Her toes 
barely touched the floor. 

Leon turned his head and looked curiously at the hanging girl. Her head 
rested against her right arm while her eyes were riveted on the transformer 
resting in the boy's hands. She had an idea it was for her. 

"One more time," Leon said, turning toward Christina. "We need the cash to 
get the fuck out of here. All your fuckin' machinery and other shit ain't 
good enough. We can't fence it fast enough for cash. Where is it?" 

"And I'm telling you one more time I don't have any money here. If you'll 
wait until morning I might be able to get some," Christina said heatedly, 
moving her eyes in Eve's direction and looking with compassion at the bound, 
helpless woman. 

The tendons in Eve's arms and shoulders protruded as she twisted obscenely 
in her bonds. Sweat trickled down from her forehead and collected in tiny 
puddles on her shoulders while deep worry wrinkles appeared on her cheek and 
above her eyes. She seemed to be pleading silently with Christina. The other 
women even looked at her as if to tell her to give whatever she had to the 
boys. 

"All right," Leon said, laying the transformer down on the table. He reached 
down and unbuckled his broad brown leather belt, curling the buckled end 
around in his right hand while he walked up to the hanging girl. 

Eve rolled her eyes down to the boy, her nostrils flaring. Quickly Leon 
snapped his hand back then brought it forward, lashing the girl's body just 
below her hanging, pert titties. 

Eve let out a blood-curdling scream as her body snapped to the right and 
started swinging like a pendulum. The pulley groaned from the additional 
force as Leon stepped back and watched a large; oblong welt forming on her 
rib. Sweat broke out in tiny beads along her wrinkled forehead while her 
long brown hair flew across her face and hung down limply. She twisted to 
the right, then to the left from the force of the blow. 

"For God's sake, what kind of animal are you?" Christina asked, horrified at 
what she realized was just the beginning of Eve's torture. 

"The money!" Leon demanded, ignoring Christina's comment. 

"I told you--" THWAK! 

"OH GOD!" Eve screamed out as another blow landed on her right thigh. The 
cold leather sliced into the tender flesh just to the right of her pussy, 
making the skin redden and swell almost immediately. She bobbed like a 
marionette this time, her head snapping from right to left as she jerked her 
legs up protectively. Christina knew that if she had any money she would 
throw it at Leon's feet if only he and his men would leave them alone. 

"The money!" 

"In God's name, tell them!" Eve moaned as her legs stopped jerking and fell 
limply to the floor. Leon looked brightly at Christina, his eyes glowing 
with triumph. 

"You see, baby? Even your friends want you to tell." He dangled the belt 
loosely at his right side as he smiled at Christina. 

"They don't know. I just don't have anything for you." 

THWACK! 

The savage beating continued, Eve swaying helplessly on the ropes while the 
other women fell to their knees in horror and pleaded uselessly with their 
tormentors. Boys. That's all they were were boys. And yet they acted like 
savage Russian soldiers. 

Leon finally stopped. The girl's body was covered with purple bruises. There 
were bleeding welts interlaced over the bruises. A puddle of urine was near 
her toes. Her eyes were closed. Christina looked with horror at Eve, unsure 
whether the girl was unconscious or trying to shut out the appalling agony 
of the torture and humiliation inflicted on her. 

"You'd rather watch your teachers and friends treated this way than give up 
the cash? Is the school worth that much to you?" Leon suddenly asked. 

"Take me with you. Use me as a hostage. I swear I won't say a thing. I'll 
take the money out of the bank anything, but believe me, I don't have 
anything hidden anywhere here. I don't know how you got that idea, but I 
swear it's true. And no matter what you do to us, that won't change the 
facts." 

Leon looked at her in disbelief, then turned back to Eve. 

"You know, some of the guards used to use a special kind of treatment on us 
whenever they wanted something, or when one of us got out of line. You 
little goodies out there never heard about it. Things like that don't get 
outside. But I'm gonna show you what it can do to a person." 

Leon drew his belt through the loops of his Levi's and buckled it, turning 
around and picking up the transformer once more. Plugging it into a socket 
at the end of a work table nearby, he moved up to Eve. Now Christina could 
see a pair of sharp-toothed metal clamps attached to two wires coming out 
the other end of the device. What Leon was about to do with it became 
clearer with each passing second. 

Eve opened her eyes and rolled her head around, peering down at Leon as he 
fastened the clips to her cuntlip. She moaned in pain, but was too weak from 
the beating to make more than a token jerk on the ropes. 

"We'll see how tired she is," Leon said, backing away and putting his 
fingers on the top dial of the black box. He twisted the dial to the right 
and looked up. 

Eve's eyes bugged out as her muscles suddenly tensed. A sharp scream tore 
from the girl's throat as her body thrashed about, jerking up and down 
insanely. The reaction reminded Christina of the experiments she used to 
conduct in biology with frog legs. But at least the animals were dead then 
and dissected. Here the girl was alive and bobbing up and down like some 
kind of puppet. She flew about in tiny circles, bouncing up and down on her 
toes and shrieking and pleading for mercy. 

Christina's body trembled with an involuntary shudder at the barbaric scene. 
This was some kind of electronic torture that could kill Eve if Leon were to 
increase the voltage. For a second she wanted to plead for Eve's release. A 
sixth sense warned her to keep quiet. From the excited look on his face 
Christina could guess he was getting excited from doing this. She might be 
next on the wire if she were to say anything. 

Eve's body kept twisting and writhing in frantic gyrations, bobbing about in 
a dance of agonizing pain as the voltage poured into her helpless, bruised 
body. Christina noticed a definite bulge between Leon's legs. God help them. 
They were in the hands of a young sadist! 

Finally he turned the dial, twisting it back to its off position. Eve sank 
heavily down, her toes barely touching the wooden floor as her eyelids 
dropped down. She looked dead, although from the shallow breathing Christina 
could tell she was only unconscious. 

"Suck my cock," Leon said cruelly. His Levi's fell apart, revealing a long, 
narrow cock with an angry red head. Christina knelt down in front of him, 
her eyes gazing at the piece of hard flesh bobbing in front of her. The 
woman realized if she could bring him off as quickly as possible, the boy 
might lose his edge for torture and let Eve go. If nothing else it would 
give them all a much needed respite from these young savages. 

For a second Christina wanted to grab the boy's balls and squeeze them until 
he fainted. To kill this vicious animal would be a blessing for the others. 
But she realized this would only seal her fate as well as those of her 
helpless staff. No matter what these boys did to them, they were still 
alive. 

Christina sank to her knees in front of the boy and took the base of his 
long, smooth stiff prick and guided it to her opened mouth. Her lips parted 
and the red, bulbous head slipped easily over her front teeth and into her 
hot, wet mouth. 

Leon groaned, closing his eyes for just a second as he gave into the gentle, 
subtle licking of her tongue. The boy pushed and pulled his cock, fucking 
her face while he stared with glazed eyes at the bleeding, victimized Eve 
dangling in front of him. 

Christina swung on his cock as if it were Brad's, sucking her cheeks while 
her tongue caressed the sensitive groove running from the fat root to the 
arrow-shaped crown. The girl could feel his fat balls swinging and brushing 
against her chin while the pungent odor of stale cum invaded her nose. 
Christina could taste the salty flavor of his pre-cum as it oozed from his 
pissslit and dribbled down her throat. 

"ARRRGHHHAIYEEEEE!" Christina heard behind her. 

Looking up, she saw Leon twist the dial around once more, sending more 
voltage through Eve's helpless, dangling body. The girl's legs kicked up, 
then jerked back down again. Her body arched forward, then jerked to the 
rear while her thighs quivered. Her face was almost blue from the electric 
voltage passing through her body while her nipples stiffened and turned a 
dark red. The girl's cunthair actually bristled from the voltage while her 
eyes bulged out as if they were about to pop from her head. Strange, choked, 
gurgling cries ripped from her throat as the tendons and cords of her body 
stood out in her arms, legs and throat. The girl's desperate cries mingled 
with the groaning of the pulley overhead. It threatened to tear free from 
the ceiling from the pressure Eve was putting on it. 

Christina held his cock and pumped it in and out of her tightly clenched 
lips. He matched the tempo of her bobbing head, his hips working back and 
forth until she could feel his cockhead banging against her tonsils. Then 
his spasms began. Christina nearly choked and gagged as his jizz packed down 
in her throat, filling up her mouth and spilling from the corners of her 
lips as Leon jerked and twisted his hips, fucking the blonde's mouth with 
his spurting cock. 

Christina's wrists were still bound together. But she was still able to 
raise her hands together and milk the final few drops of thick jizz from the 
grunting boy's shooting prick. Her lips gnawed on his cock gently, nibbling 
at the still hot and hard flesh as the throbs and twitches in his cock died 
down. Christina drained out the last drops of his cum in soft, slurping 
sounds. 

She let go of his slackening prong, waiting for Leon to turn off the 
electricity. Surely he couldn't keep the transformer on forever, especially 
since she had taken care of his prick. 

Without saying a word, Leon pulled back, yanking his cock free of Christina 
and letting it flop against his Levi's. The blonde shot a look at the 
startled teachers, flushing a deep red as she saw the disgust and horror in 
their eyes. Just for a second Christina wanted to stand up and scream 
obscenities at them. Didn't they realize she was going through all this 
horrible degradation for their sakes? Didn't they realize that if it weren't 
for her mouth and the satisfaction it gave Leon's p rick Eve would be 
dangling from the ropes dead now? No, they just stood or knelt there and 
looked disapprovingly at Christina. She could have spat. 

"I wonder if all you cunts suck the same," Leon said, reaching forward and 
tugging the clamps free of Eve's cunt. The girl sighed, grateful for the 
respite. Two of the boys moved up to the girl and unfastened her wrists. Eve 
collapsed with a loud crash into a sobbing heap on the floor. Christina 
started to move forward to comfort her. But Leon stopped the blonde with a 
quick jerk of his right hand. 

"Suck my cock!" he demanded. 

Eve made a feeble attempt to get to her knees. Her hands reached out in 
front of her, but she fell back, her body shaking harder with tearful, 
choking sobs. 

"In the name of God, how much do you want?" Christina cried, wondering just 
how much Leon could cum in one night. 

"Please, I can't!" Eve cried. She looked so pitiful lying in the crushed 
heap in front of them all. 

Leon moved quickly, unbuckling his belt once more and handing it to 
Christina. "Here, beat some sense into that piece of shit! Do a good job, 
baby, or you'll be at the other end of that belt next." 

Christina took the buckled end of the belt mechanically, looking at the 
other teachers as they gaped at her. Would she actually do it? Would she 
whip one of her own staff members in front of everyone in spite of her 
feelings for them? The blonde held the belt reluctantly. Having to hurt 
someone, especially someone as helpless and defenseless as Eve, made her 
feel sick. She didn't think she was capable of such cruelty. 

Her fingers closed about the cold brass buckle. An uneasy feeling caused her 
stomach to churn as she raised the belt and brought the edge down across 
Eve's right side. The girl cried out, her body snapping straight and rigid 
under the slashing bite of the belt. Her arms flew out from the sudden 
attack, then curled around her upper chest protectively as she drew up her 
knees to her small, jiggling titties. Choked sobs of prayerful appeals 
escaped her parted lips as more tears rolled down her cheeks. 

"That's the way, babe. But you gotta make it harder. Come on. I wanna see 
that bitch dance across the floor," Leon goaded purposefully. 

Christina looked over her shoulder at the staring teachers. They cringed 
when she ran her eyes over them as if in a moment she would come running 
after them with the belt. 

"Come ON!" 

Christina looked into Leon's eyes. They glistened with a wild, animal gleam. 
She brought the belt down, this time across Eve's right thigh. The girl 
shrieked and jerked her buttocks around, rolling on her belly and pushing 
her knees under her chest. Another blow landed squarely across the fleshy 
ass mounds, sending the girl screeching forward in a prone position. Again 
and again the belt sang through the air, striking Eve's bruised flesh, 
adding to the angry red and purple blotches and welts on the girl's skin. 

Each time the blonde brought the belt down, she could feel the sensation of 
the leather cutting into the teacher's quivering flesh. Slowly but steadily 
she found herself caught up with the contagious sadism of Leon's perversion. 
Try as she could to resist, Christina found herself caught up with a fever 
of dissolute excitement. She began to understand how one person could enjoy 
inflicting pain on a poor, helpless person. In fact, the very idea that Eve 
was totally helpless excited Christina all the more. Her pulse quickened and 
her heart beat faster. She felt a warm flush flood her cheeks as she 
directed the belt more carefully in spots on Eve's body to draw the most 
violent reaction from the victim. Her arms rose and fell faster and more 
furiously as she covered the teacher with bruises. 

Finally Eve's shrill screams of pain died. Her body stopped twitching and 
she became silent. Christina flayed her still body several more times before 
she realized what happened. 

"Oh God, I've killed her!" Christina moaned as she dropped the belt and fell 
to her knees in horror. Behind her she could hear the remaining teachers 
wail in terror. 

 CHAPTER SEVEN 

"I tell you over and over again that I don't have any money. JUST GET OUT OF 
HERE!" Christina cried in exhaustion. 

It had been four hours since the blackout had plunged her and her teachers 
into a hellish nightmare. Eve hadn't died as Christina and the others 
feared. But it was apparent the girl was too far gone to be a participant in 
Leon's games. They left her for as good as dead at the foot of a workbench 
in the metal shop. 

Leon and four other boys took the remaining women back to the kennel while 
the others stood guard over the bound men and the unconscious Eve. Christina 
was still naked, the sharp tiny stones of the drive cutting into the soles 
of her feet. She felt as if they were all on a death camp march. The women 
had remained silent and refused to look at Christina after the incident with 
Eve. They kept their eyes down, each one wrapped in her own thoughts as they 
walked quickly to the darkened kennel building. 

This time Leon and his young cronies ushered all the women into the rear 
section of the kennel. Christina immediately slimnk back as she entered the 
large room first. She caught sight of the dog that had fucked her and felt 
shivers of revulsion ripple over her body. He rose quickly to his feet, his 
big bushy tail bristling with excitement while it swished back and forth in 
the large metal cage. Christina could see he was glad she was back and was 
probably anticipating another bout with her snatch. 

"All of you--take off your clothes." 

The women protested, murmuring and flashing looks of hatred and terror at 
the young men surrounding them. But they did as they were told, slowly 
removing the blouses, slips, bras and panties that had kept so many men 
guessing what lay beneath those yards of material. 

Christina, of course, had nothing to remove. She looked around the room, 
watching Leon who was busy staring at the disrobing women. Then she caught 
sight of another figure standing behind the boys. There was an extra person 
in the room. Perhaps someone who had sneaked in to help them? Christina's 
heart leaped for joy. Then Leon moved to one side and the young blonde 
caught sight of his face. It was Jack! 

"Jack!" she cried out, holding her right hand to her throat. The sound of 
his name made the workman snap his head around and focus his eyes in the 
darkness. A twisted smile of triumph came over his lips as he recognized who 
had spoke n his name. Christina wished she had kept silent. 

"Looks like things are a little different from this afternoon, eh?" he said, 
smirking at her as he walked near the boys who were now taunting the women 
with obscenities. "You were in such a hurry to get rid of me. But now--" 

"How did you get in here? Who are you to them?" Christina asked, shaking 
with rage and horror at her discovery. 

"Leon's my nephew," Jack said simply. 

"Nephew?" Christina exclaimed. 

"When I heard about this place being built and Leon's chances of getting in, 
I decided to try to get a job around here. It'd be an easy knock-over once 
things got started. Of course you stepped in and tried to mess things 
around. But the blackout cured that." 

"So you--" 

"Me and Leon's close--ever since his folks died. I took care of him. All we 
had to do was bust this nut and we'd be on easy street up in Canada." 

"Well, there's no money to help you on your trip," Christina said, raising 
her right hand and brushing her long blonde hair defiantly from her face. 

"So it seems. But that doesn't stop us from getting some fun and revenge at 
the same time." Jack said, his face darkening with the same savage 
expression he had earlier that day. Now Christina really felt frightened. 
"Take that one," Jack said to Leon, moving his finger suddenly to a tall 
redheaded woman. 

The girl was thin, her ribs poking out against her flesh that was dotted 
with large brown freckles. She kept her knees together, squeezing in her 
thighs and covering as much of her red pussyhairs as possible with her 
pressed legs. Her small titties jiggled nervously as she laughed a 
hysterical laugh and crouched down protectively when the boys came after 
her. She had seen what they'd done to Eve and guessed what Christina had 
endured at their hands. Her eyes bugged out as she watched the boys come at 
her. 

"No, no, NOOOO!" she cried, throwing out her hands and clawing at them with 
her nails. 

The boys backed off, surprised at this sudden show of defiance. The woman's 
long red hair hung like animal fur in her glistening eyes as she spread her 
legs apart and crouched down as if ready to pounce on any of them at a 
second's notice and rip them apart. A strange animal intensity pervaded her 
body, her muscles stiffening and rippling with every move she made. 
Christina saw how Marge Hailman--the teacher's name--had become a vicious 
animal from a calm, intelligent history teacher. 

"Hey, bitch!" one of the boys shouted, having sneaked around behind her. 

Marge wheeled around, but not in time to avoid a heavy slap across her 
small, almost bony but rounded asscheeks. The woman screamed, jumping to one 
side as a large red mark appeared on her right buttock. Her face flushed red 
with indignation and fear as she looked more like an animal than before. 

"Hey," another voice shouted, and another slap echoed through the room. The 
women sucked in breaths as they watched the boys close in on Marge, 
cat-calling, insulting her, slapping her, enjoying the woman's hysterical 
frustration. They were making her tiny titties dance, making her ass wiggle 
as they tormented her. Christina could see they were also torturing 
themselves. Not touching her really, they suffered as their balls tightened, 
their cocks filled and strained against the rough Levi fabric of their 
trousers. 

"You slut, I'll take care of you," Christina could hear Leon's voice above 
the others. 

She watched with the others as the boy charged the redhead and grabbed her 
hair. Marge's hands flailed helplessly as she was pulled to the center of 
the room, then flung down to the floor. 

The woman let out a long moan as Leon took over and signaled for the release 
of another dog. This time another cage was opened, different from the first. 
Christina turned her head to the left and saw a large, less friendly-looking 
German shepherd bound out and head toward Marge. He was more heavy-boned 
than the first dog, husky, with a huge cock that was almost as big as a 
horse's cock. His hair was short and sleek, the dark brown highlights of his 
coat picking up the dim glare of the kerosene lanterns hissing around the 
room at various intervals. He stood in front of all these gaping people, 
looking curiously at Leon and Jack, then looking at the cringing redhead who 
by this time had regained her senses and was realizing what they had in 
store for her. 

Christina wondered how Leon and Jack as well as the others could handle the 
dogs so well--could make them do their bidding. Of course, the dogs had been 
trained in New York and were relatively docile, schooled to accept commands 
from almost anyone of authority. Yet to do all this.... 

As the big, growling shepherd stood trembling in front of Marge, he panted 
heavily, spraying spittle down his chin to the ground. As the big dog 
watched, Christina felt a strange, quivering rippling over her thighs. Her 
cuntlips were becoming flecked with fuck juice. The entire scene revolted 
her. But the fascination was intoxicating as well. It was the same kind of 
feeling she experienced while watching Eve being tortured in the metal shop, 
then executing the torture herself with Leon's belt. 

The big dog barked his rage impatiently, twisting his furry pointed head 
around to the right for a signal from Leon or Jack to begin. "He wants her 
very much, Christina," Jack said, smirking. "This isn't like the one you had 
a couple of hours ago." 

The other women jerked their heads around and gaped open-mouthed at the 
blushing blonde. Christina lowered her eyes, feeling her face burning 
furiously under their horrified stares while tears welled up in her eyes. He 
was going to tell them about what had happened! Well, what did she expect 
from someone like him? 

Christina opened her mouth to speak, but nothing came out. It was as if her 
vocal chords were frozen with shame and terror. The dog growled deeper, his 
muscles stiffening and rippling with frustration and lust. Jack snapped his 
fingers and the beast moved up to Marge. The redhead scooted back toward the 
wall. But the big animal was too fast, jumping on top of her and pinning her 
to the cold, rough wooden floor. Her screams mingled with those of the 
terrified naked women. Christina covered her face with both hands, certain 
the animal was about to start ripping the helpless woman to pieces. 

The blonde dropped her hands and focused her eyes on Marge's prone body. The 
massive head had dropped, the dog's forepaws still pressing down on her 
upper thighs. His tongue shot out, spattering the moaning woman's right hip. 
She whimpered, jerking her head to the left and raising her buttocks to 
escape this attack. Baring his teeth, the dog chewed her hip, drawing a 
small amount of blood. Suddenly, as the crisscrossed teeth dug in, Marge 
shrieked, her body stiffening and squirming across the floor a few inches. 
Christina groaned, feeling her stomach turn over at the horrible scene. 

Another growl bursting from his throat, the big dog released the flesh and 
moved his cold snout to the woman's buttocks. He whined with frustration 
when he was unable to get a good grip on the flesh just behind her 
pussylips. Marge started begging, her throat becoming hoarse as her voice 
let out a continual wail. 

Then the dog seemed to go crazy. He froze, snarled softly, then snapped his 
jaws at the young woman. Marge's face twisted up into a mask of abject 
terror as the animal's pointed ears pinned back and his tail lowered between 
his trembling hindquarters. 

Marge screamed again, raising her head to stare wide-eyed at the animal. 
Christina jerked her head toward the dog. Fear and lust registered in the 
blonde, both equally strong. She clenched her thighs, crushing her clitty 
with her own cuntal membranes as the shepherd made another lunge at Marge. A 
moan escaped Christina's parted lips, but was drowned out by the teacher's 
incessant shrieking. 

The big dog dropped his snout into the thicket of red curly pussy hairs. For 
a second the movements of his jaws were hidden in the patch. 

But Marge's screams were becoming louder and higher pitched. Her titties 
became a darker red. The nipples stiffened while she threw her torso down on 
the floor with a loud crash. Her jutting shoulder blades dug into the wood, 
thudding across the hard floor as her belly expanded, then contracted, like 
a deflated balloon under the growling animal's furious attack. Her long, 
slender white legs snapped together, trapping the dog's body, then released, 
falling apart. Her cries became hysterical laughing sobs as the big dog 
continued to feed on her pussy. 

From the woman's shrieks and from the wet, slurping sound coming from the 
dog's mouth, Christina could tell that both of them were sexually excited. 
The threat--at least, the threat of being killed by that animal--had passed. 
Now, in front of them, Marge was getting it on with a dog. Her hysterical 
excitement had broken down any moral barrier she might have had against 
doing something like that. 

Christina could feel her clitty throbbing, pulsing, as she watched the 
redhead become more and more excited by the dog's licking. Her white 
freckled flesh puckered up into gooseflesh while her thighs worked up and 
down, rising up to the dog's cuntjuice-smeared face. She was offering up her 
pussy to the growling animal, giving up her most precious gift to a dog! 

Christina closed her thighs together again and rocked her buttocks back and 
forth, grinding her swollen clitty against the fat upper portion of her 
outer labes. Oh God, how she wanted to reach down with one of her hands and 
plow them through her matting of snatch to relieve that throbbing itch! But 
she couldn't in front of these people. In spite of her sexual arousal, 
Christina felt she had to maintain some outward sign of civilized behavior. 

"Yes, yessss!" Marge shrieked, her head rolling back and forth over the 
floor as her hair tangled across her red face. Her arms were raised, her 
fingers running through the thick, hot coat of animal fur. 

Christina could feel the animal's teeth gnawing at her labes, feel the 
tongue darting in and out of her cuntal cleft, slathering down her velvety 
warm pussy walls as it drove higher and higher toward her clitty. And then 
there would be that wonderful moment when it caressed her clitshaft, 
sloshing it down with thick coats of spittle as she scissored her legs over 
the animal's powerful neck and pushed her pussy against his drooling maw. 
And then there would be those teeth ripping at her insides, tearing at her 
clitoris, giving her the ultimate orgasm before she died. 

The stench of the sweating dog's body reached her. That was enough to drive 
her over the edge. Somehow, remaining standing and without touching herself 
or giving away any other signs to anyone who might be watching, Christina 
came. The only outward sign of her orgasm was a raised right eyebrow and a 
slight trembling of her thighs and legs. Her pussy was wet with cum while 
she could feel the aftershocks of her orgasm through her belly. 

"OHHH! OHHHH!" Marge cried out, her legs raising up, then falling lifelessly 
onto the big animal's shoulders. 

He dug his snout in further, his black lips peeling back from forced contact 
with the woman's cuntlips. Suddenly Marge screamed out an incoherent curse, 
her buttocks bouncing and dancing across the floor as she nearly suffocated 
the growling, snarling shepherd with her pussy. She was cumming, her clitty 
throbbing as Christina's had only seconds earlier. Her eyelids fluttered 
open while her lower jaw slackened from the power of her orgasm. Drool 
leaked from her mouth. Her arms shuddered, then dropped to her sides as she 
finished blowing her load in the animal's face. 

"Your friend's already cum," Jack said, smirking as he saw Marge collapse in 
front of the dog. 

The big shepherd backed off, his cock swaying, as he looked curiously at the 
prostrate woman. He had only begun his sexual play and now his object of fun 
was exhausted. 

"Come here, Christina," Jack said, pointing to a spot directly in front of 
Marge. 

The blonde felt a shudder of excitement and terror rush through her as she 
moved forward. 

 CHAPTER EIGHT 

"Get down there and show your friends how it's done," Jack said, his face 
twisting up with a look of horrible triumph as he glared at her. The blonde 
flashed him a look of hatred as she looked down at Marge, then shifted her 
eyes over to the dog. He stood on the floor, looking curiously up at her. 
Strings of drool hung down from his powerful jaws as his eyes rolled 
excitedly in his head. 

There was a slight tremble of excitement noticeable in her thighs as 
Christina knelt down on the floor and waited for the big dog to make his 
first move. 

"Don't be such a princess," Jack said, raising his right foot and planting 
it hard on her right shoulder. With a forward push, he knocked the grunting 
blonde over on her side. Christina crashed against the floor, feeling her 
head spinning dizzily around and around as Jack's cynical laughter echoed 
through the small room. 

Then there were the familiar sounds of the dog coming closer toward her. The 
lust she'd felt earlier disappeared for a moment. All that was left was raw 
animal terror. With a weak moan the blonde reached out with her hands and 
started to crawl away. She didn't know where--just some place where she 
could get away from all those hostile stares and perverted men and animals. 

But the big dog had other plans. Marge had worked him up to a highly excited 
state without satisfying him. Now he came after Christina with the frenzy of 
a wounded beast. She could hear him snarling and snapping at her as if she 
were some piece of raw meat ready for the feasting. He nuzzled her, pressing 
his big snout against her upper thigh and rolling her over like a log. 

Christina covered her face with her arms, locking them over her eyes as the 
dog moved in between her flattened legs. She could feel his bristling fur 
brushing against her inner thighs as he walked closer, his heavy, hot, wet 
breath growing mo re shallow and uneven as he looked over his conquest. The 
cold hard floor pressed against her shoulders and buttocks as Christina 
shifted her weight and tried to roll over on her belly again. 

The big dog, anticipating her move, raised his paw and placed it heavily on 
her left knee. That touch sent a shudder through her body. She could feel 
his toenails digging into her flesh as he moved another step closer. Her 
pussy began to pucker up in excitement, trembling with lust as the big 
shepherd lowered his face into her bush. Christina sucked in her lower lip 
and bit down hard, trying to fight down the rising desire in her tightening 
chest. Her titties swelled while her nipples darkened and stiffened. She was 
reacting the same way as Marge had--and she realized how obscene and 
horrifying that scene had been. 

A low, whispering moan escaped her lips as she felt the cold, quivering 
snout press against the upper junction of her labia. He was only inches away 
from her clit shaft. If only he would move his nose a bit more to the left 
and up! Christina rocked her hips slightly to the right, pushing her clitty 
against the left nostril. The contact made her shudder, her shoulders 
shaking from the little electric explosion racking her clit. Her knees drew 
up while her titties jiggled. Then there was the warm, wet sensation of the 
big dog's tongue as it sloshed along her wet cuntal cleft. Oh, she knew what 
Marge had gone through. And in spite of the horrifying humiliation and 
terror the animal's licking had brought with it, there was a definite 
delicious tension racking her pussy. She groaned, dropping her arms limply 
to her sides and letting out another weak moan of delight. 

"Over," Jack said, reaching down and slipping his rough hands under her 
arms. 

Christina was like a bowl of jello, unable to make a move of her own. She 
grunted with the effort, nearly falling on her face as Jack drew her away 
from the snarling animal and tucked her legs under her belly as he turned 
her around. The dog barked in recognition as he watched her smooth, creamy 
asscheeks suddenly come into view. The crouching, bitch position was one he 
was familiar with. 

Christina felt her titties dragging across the floor, her nipples sliding 
across the rough splinters as a blast of cold air attacked her exposed 
cuntlips. The blonde heard the dog come up behind her. She could feel his 
breath against her cunt lips, making them twitch with excitement at every 
blast. Then came the initial contact with his tongue. Christina almost 
pitched forward. She crossed her arms tightly in front of her, digging in 
her fingernails as she closed her eyes and endured the animal's lapping. 

His tongue moved once, twice, then three times up and down her outer labes, 
licking up her blonde pussy hairs until they were tangled and matted 
together against her hot pussy membranes. Slowly she rocked her ass back and 
forth. The animal followed, moving his tongue around and around until her 
ass literally dribbled with doggie spittle. The women watching made several 
comments, turning away periodically from Christina in horror. 

The blonde didn't care any longer about their approval or disapproval. She 
grunted like a sow in heat as the animal tasted more of her strong, pungent 
snatch oil. His long prong throbbed harder, jerking up occasionally and 
brushing against his furry belly as the flavor of her fuck oil excited him 
furiously. His growls turned into excited whimpers, then turned back into 
snarls of passion as his entire body trembled. The other animals barked 
also, the first dog moving frantically about his cage with an extended cock. 
He rubbed his hindquarters against the iron bars, jacking himself off as he 
watched his companion slathering up Christina's exposed pussylips with 
spittle. 

Christina's mind was suddenly filled with obscene images of cocks of all 
kinds, jerking, spurting, bobbing, throbbing, shooting out an ocean of cum 
on her face, in her mouth, in her pussy. She no longer heard Jack's or 
Leon's obscene remarks. And when she did, they excited her all the more. 

Christina moaned again, rubbing her cheek on the dirty floor. She opened her 
mouth, drooling freely while the animal lapped more furiously. She could 
hear his mouth slathering and slobbering over her snatch; could feel his 
sharp teeth working against her cuntlips--first one, then the other. 
Christina rocked her thighs together faster and faster, feeling her ass 
muscles cramp up as she silently begged for satisfaction. 

Soon the room echoed with Christina's obscene groans as she begged the dog 
to fuck her, to suck her, to lap at her snatch. The women watched their 
employer in horrified surprise as she turned into an animal in front of 
them. The big dog's teeth nipped along the puffed outer lips of the blonde's 
cunt. 

Christina cried out in surprise and pain. And yet the sensation was 
mind-blowing. She cried out again, jerking back and forth as her nipples 
burned with excitement. She pulled at her mammoth boobs while the dog kept 
on lapping at her fiery snatch. She concentrated her thumbs on her stiffened 
titty-tips as the dog concentrated his lapping on the upper regions of her 
swollen, greasy cuntlips. 

When he grazed her clitty, Christina gasped, her whole body shaking and 
shuddering as if it were about to explode into tiny pieces. Her head spun 
around and around as a million colored lights popped off in her brain. She 
hunched her ass back, swaying it back and forth in front of the snarling 
animal. The weight of her asscheeks added to the rocking, rubbing sensations 
of pussy walls against her clitty. She clawed the floor with her fingernails 
as she sobbed and pleaded with anyone to take care of her cunny. 

And then it happened. The dog jumped up, locking his forelegs quickly around 
Christina's sides. It was just like the last time. Only now the dog's cock 
seemed larger. The blonde could feel it rubbing against her inner thigh, 
moving up toward her exposed, spit-slick pussy. She could tell the dog's 
cock was already dribbling warm streams of cum. It felt wetter than the 
first dog's and much longer and thicker. 

The dog growled, flattened his head against the back of her neck and lunged 
forward. His cock speared deep into the tender, throbbing wet cleft open to 
him. Christina thrilled shamelessly at the penetration. It was as if someone 
had taken a knife and sliced through her pussy and clitshaft. The various 
bumps and knobs began thrilling her immediately, rubbing against the swollen 
red tip of her sex shaft. More and more of the animal's cock speared into 
her cunt. She could feel her pussy winding up for an explosion, knotting up 
like a tight ball of tingling sexual tension. 

His prick slid deeper and deeper, spreading her pussy walls apart, 
scratching that pulsing itch that was driving her crazy. Christina dropped 
her head until her chin rested against her chest. Her long hair dangled in 
front of her like a blonde veil as she rocked and rolled her body in a dance 
of perverted lust. Behind her she could feel the dog prancing back and forth 
as he tried to balance himself and fuck the woman at the same time. 

The big dog humped against her more strongly. She could feel the raw, brutal 
power gathering in the animal's body. His prick had been spurting out steady 
jets of cum all the while he had had his cock in her pussy. She could feel 
the hot oil squirting against the walls of her fuck tunnel as he drove 
deeper and deeper. The grotesque knot banged relentlessly against her outer 
labes. Suddenly her pussy muscles relaxed and admitted the big lump into her 
hole. 

Then the dog started fucking with a strange, savage intensity. His back 
arched into a tight curve while he grasped her sides more strongly than 
before. He drove that big knobby wet dick deeper into her pussy. Christina 
smelled his strong, gamey breath. Yet nothing about the act sickened her. 
Everything was beautiful. She relaxed, letting herself flow around in this 
sea of perversion as her cunt tightened more and more under the big dog's 
assault. 

As the big knot in the dog's swollen cock worked deeper into her cunt, 
stretching the walls to a greater degree than they had been before, the 
blonde felt her body growing more and more strained with sexual feeling. 
Suddenly the bands of knot ted tension burst inside her. A lust-filled red 
fog settled over her brain as she crouched there and let the dog dump the 
remainder of his spunk in her pussy. 

Again and again her cunt throbbed with climactic fury, clutching, releasing, 
then clutching the big dog's prick again. She thought she was going to faint 
from the incredible pleasure/pain gripping her sexual organ. With the throbs 
of lust tea ring apart her snatch, she felt something warm and wet bubbling 
out from between her snatchlips and trickling down her inner thighs. 

"AHHHHH!" Christina sighed, feeling her legs trembling mightily as the big 
dog finally finished his cumming. Christina lowered her face to the floor, 
sobbing out the final gasps and cries of sexual relief as she felt the 
animal slide off her back and trot away. 

"You enjoy that, Christina?" Jack said with a sneer. 

The blonde shakily pushed herself up to a standing position. She felt 
herself sway drunkenly from side to side as doggie jizz dribbled down her 
legs to her ankles. The naked women screamed in revulsion as they saw her. 

"Why are you still here? You know I haven't got any money around here. 
That's what they wanted," Christina said, indicating Leon with a nod of her 
head. 

"He didn't know what was what until I came back here a few minutes ago. 
We've still got to get some cash to get these kids across the border. Guess 
I'll take some of the equipment and try to fence the stuff in Buffalo. But 
before I go, there's no harm in a little enjoyment." 

Christina studied Jack carefully. Something in his eyes--something in his 
tone of voice suggested he might make sure there'd be no witnesses. To 
destroy all of them! It would be the crime of the century! Would he and the 
boys be capable of doing something like that? Then she thought of what she 
and the others had been put through in the past few hours. 

"I wonder if her friends would react the same way," Jack said, stealing a 
glance at Leon before turning around and staring at the women. They 
shrieked, crossing their arms tightly around their waists and shrinking 
against the far wall. Little did they know that their pleas and screams 
added fuel to the boys' perverted fire. 

Leon moved quickly to the cages, kicking them open and pushing out the other 
dogs. All four were prancing around the room, their bushy tails wagging 
furiously. Their barking created a hellish din. Christina hugged herself 
tightly as she felt the first dog come up against her, his powerful jaws 
hanging open and his eyes riveted on hers. 

She felt his warm, furry coat tickle the backs of her legs. But the 
sensations she was feeling earlier disappeared. The revulsion returned. How 
she could have actually enjoyed something like screwing a dog sickened her! 

When the blonde heard the sounds of fighting behind her, she spun around and 
witnessed a scene that made her want to shriek in outrage. The women had 
fought desperately. But the boys and Jack, laughing and panting with 
perverted lust, beat them savagely about the face, knocking them to the 
floor. Some they pulled about by the hair, laughing at their vain attempts 
to beat the men free. One young blonde history teacher tried covering her 
pussy with her hand while tearing vainly at Jack's h and wrapped around her 
hair. Leon jumped over the girl's kicking legs, pressing his boot against 
her hand and driving the fingernails into her pussylips. 

The woman cried out in pain and fear, rolling over on her side. Leon raised 
his foot and drew it back, letting it fly forward. with a sickening thud 
against the teacher's thigh. The blow knocked her over on her belly. One of 
the dogs--a light gray male--took his cue and leaped on top of her, 
squatting down on her small asscheeks and starting to drive his knobby 
pointed dick in and out of her asscrack. The young blonde teacher screamed 
loudly, her face red as the animal sent a steady stream of his thick white 
cum onto her buttocks and into the tight asscrack. The girl's shrieks turned 
to sobs and she collapsed in total humiliation. 

The two older women used as kitchen help were thrown about the room. Finally 
someone kicked them down next to the half conscious Marge. 

All around her Christina saw screaming, raped, horribly violated women 
abused and mocked by the young boys and Jack. It was an orgy of the most 
vicious, perverted sex acts she had ever seen or heard of. Animals mounted 
women, spilling their cum onto their titties, their faces, their cunts, 
their asses. Some of the boys grabbed a victim and threw her to the floor, 
spreading her legs and pulling out their cocks at the same time. 

During this time Christina stood silently, her arms still crossed over her 
tits as the cooling doggie jizz trickled down her legs from her violated 
pussy. The din finally subsided, the dogs having spent their cum and the men 
and boys having tired for the moment of their game. 

Jack stood up from a young math teacher he had just raped in the ass and 
grinned at Christina. His cock was flecked with pieces of shit. Flipping his 
cock back into his pants and zipping up, the big man glanced at his watch. 

"It's almost dawn. We're gonna have to be leavin' here pretty soon," he said 
loudly enough for the boys to hear him. "We'll take some of the tools to 
fence. Get the women in the metal shop again after cagin' the dogs." 

 CHAPTER NINE 

Christina and the others sat huddled together at the foot of a workbench in 
the metal shop as Jack held a transistor radio to his ear and listened to 
the news. The broadcaster announced the continuation of the blackout and 
told of mass looting and rioting in New York City. Police departments in the 
area as well as in suburban areas were being rushed to the troubled 
boroughs. Those remaining in their particular cities were put on full alert. 

"Looks like we won't get any trouble from them," Jack said, switching off 
the radio and putting it down on the table top. Jack had teased them 
continually, telling them they were going to set the shop on fire and let 
the women burn with the guards. Then other rumors flew around, some relating 
how the men would keep one or two as hostages while others told of how they 
would all be released. The result of these conflicting stories was confusion 
and fear. Most of the women hoped they would be let go, although some of the 
more realistic ones expected the worst. 

Jack sent several of the boys to poke through the smoking ruins of the main 
house to see if there was anything of value in the ashes. Others, including 
Leon, stayed in the shop and started stripping anything portable and 
valuable from the tool shelves and work benches. 

Halfway through the stripping, Leon's eyes settled on Eve. They glittered 
with maniacal lust as they slid over her titties and down to that violated 
snatch where burn marks from the electrical charges appeared on her 
cuntlips. The young brunette felt someone staring at her and turned her face 
up to the boy. When she saw who it was and how he looked at her, Eve slimnk 
from his gaze and pressed hard against Christina. 

"Can't you leave someone smaller than you alone?" the blonde said in a 
disgusted voice as she put her arm around Eve. 

Leon's face darkened and he shifted his eyes up to his Uncle Jack. 

"Well, since you're so protective, maybe you'd to take her place," Jack 
said, smirking as he signalled the boys to stop their looting. They all put 
down whatever they had in their hands and waited expectantly for the show. 

Christina felt her face flush and her heart begin to beat with terror and 
excitement as she felt all eyes turn on her. Jack was the first to move, 
jerking her up and pulling her screaming and stumbling to the pulley where 
Eve had hung only hours before. 

The boys worked quickly, holding Christina as tightly as they could while 
they tied the rope to her wrists and threw the loose end over the pulley 
wheel. 

They hauled Christina up. The young blonde felt her arms jerk high above her 
head, then felt the strain of her body weight on her arm muscles as the boys 
hauled her several inches above the floor. A dull, aching throb assailed her 
body as she swung lazily back and forth like a heavy weight. She kept an eye 
on her tormentors as they stood around and watched her swing. 

"She's a real firecracker in a fuck. What happens when you get two of them 
together?" Leon said in a laughing voice. 

Christina wondered what he was talking about. But when she saw him produce 
two long slim red cylinders from his trouser pocket the blonde kicked while 
her eyes bugged out with horror. Firecrackers! 

Christina trembled and strained against her bonds as the ropes bit into her 
already raw wrists. They would rip apart her cunt, cripple her for life. 

"Oh God, no!" Christina pleaded as Leon sneered up at her. 

"Sure, baby," Leon countered, reaching up and jamming one blue and white 
firecracker in her pussy. 

The sudden dry and sharp entry made her wince. When he shoved the second 
firecracker into her sore asshole, Christina nearly fainted from the pain 
and fear assailing her mind. 

The young boy said nothing more as he shoved his hand in his pocket, pulled 
out a torn packet of matches and lit one. Christina felt sweat break out on 
her forehead and trickle down her face and neck as she watched him light the 
two fuses. They were slow burning, giving her all too much time to 
contemplate what was in store for her. As the fire moved closer and closer 
to the firecrackers, the burned pieces of fuse sputtered and dropped hot 
embers on her cunt and ass. 

The fire drew closer now. The heat became sharper and more concentrated. 
Christina cringed and struggled vainly against the steadily burning terror. 
Leon, Jack and the other boys smirked and enjoyed the spectacle while the 
women held one another and looked on in terror. After all, they could easily 
be up there. After that brutal scene only minutes ago when many of them had 
been raped by dogs or several of the boys, they realized the full horror of 
their situation. 

Christina pulled wildly on the ropes. She swung and jerked slightly, 
bouncing up and down and occasionally touching the wooden floor with the 
tips of her toes. But the more she tugged on her bonds, the deeper those 
ropes cut into her wrists. 

Finally she realized there was nothing she could do. She tensed, quivering 
as the heat penetrated her snatch and shitter. For a second there was a 
cessation in the sound of those sputtering fuses. Perhaps they went out. But 
then the powder ignited and the firecrackers exploded. 

Thousands of tiny needles of fire tore at her pussy and ass as she jerked 
her hips and buttocks. Christina snapped her head back and a sobbing wailing 
shriek escaped from her throat. She tightened her crotch and ass, trying to 
smother the fire with her wet cuntal sheath and shitter walls. The blonde 
felt herself sinking into unconsciousness, but she managed to stay awake in 
spite of the agony. 

"The pinchers," Jack gasped. 

Christina opened her eyelids slowly, looking down at the workman. His pants 
bulged ominously at the fly, indicating his arousal at her torture. 
Strangely enough, Christina felt a definite excited tenseness deep in her 
crotch. The firecrackers had nearly destroyed her as a woman. And yet it 
stimulated her clitty, the sharp pain actually producing a pleasurable 
reaction to take her mind off the burned areas of pussy flesh. 

Christina was amazed at her perversion. For this realization alone she could 
never forgive Jack, Leon and the other boys. Few people can ever forgive 
those who show them the darker side of their nature no matter how 
pleasurable it may be at the time. 

"More," Jack said, taking the two pinchers that had been fastened to Eve's 
cunny earlier. The clamps were placed on her titties. The sharp cold bite of 
the tiny teeth on her nipples made them rise. In spite of her fear she was 
being aroused once more. 

The boys brought more wires and clamps fished out from nearby drawers. 
Fortunately for them the transformer held by Jack had outlets for the 
additional clamps. Fastened on one end, the lines were played out to 
Christina's helpless, swaying body. A pincer was clamped to her clitty, and 
two others were locked on her cuntlips. 

Strangely Christina felt her pussy muscles contracting and clamping like the 
fingers of a closing fist. What was happening to her? She saw the black, 
evil transformer in Jack's hands and knew full well what he was planning to 
do. But instead of fighting him, instead of screaming for help, Christina 
hung there limply and actually hoped for the electricity to come shooting 
through her body. 

"Oh!" Christina groaned as she felt a fourth wire being stuffed into her 
ass. The membranes were sore and bruised from the exploded firecracker. But 
the boys paid no attention to her pain, laughing at her moans and pleas as 
they shoved the metal pincer as deep into her bowels as they could get it. 
The cold, curled stiff object cut the inner tissues and filled her ass as 
she took shallow breaths to keep from choking. 

The clamps on her titties were heavy and pulled down on her nipples. The 
weight in her ass pushed like a finger and made the young blonde want to 
shit in front of everyone. Tiny teeth seemed to nibble at her clitty and 
labes. Christina closed her eyes and murmured a prayer as she realized the 
boys had finished with their implanting. 

Jack turned toward his victim. Her firm young tits were swollen and heavy 
with lust. Her face was flushed with excitement while her outer labes puffed 
out. Her cunt-lips were slick with lust oil frothing out from the crooked 
narrow cuntal cleft. 

Slowly Jack turned the dial of the transformer. The box hummed, the red 
needle inside the glass volume indicator jumping slightly. A faint sharp 
pulse dug into Christina's tits, cunt and ass. She jerked, pulling down on 
the rope and throwing back her head. The jolt was hardly strong enough to do 
much more than make her skin pucker up. She let out a low groan, tensing and 
readying herself for what was surely to come. 

Her cunny began to itch as more current poured into her helpless body. As 
more electricity surged through her body, the woman jerked like a puppet and 
cried out in pain. Her titties jumped, jiggled, rolled together and 
separated from the violent movements. Her nipples were fully erect now and 
stiff with blood. The muscles in her belly knotted while her cuntlips 
twitched and chewed at the wires. Christina felt her clitty stiffen to the 
point of exploding with orgasm. She tried to close her legs to squeeze off 
her orgasm. But the pincers and wires held her pussy open. 

Jack twisted the dial up another notch. What hit her cunt, ass and tits was 
like a fist slamming against those organs The aftershock felt like blunted 
glass shards barely scratching her nipples and clitshaft. Christina's 
shitter recoiled and a fart exploded inside, nearly dislodging the clump of 
wires lodged in her bowels. 

Jack cranked the dial a point higher. Christina felt herself struck with a 
force of a truck. Her tits and belly, cunt and asshole were torn by fiery 
steel knives. Her bones rattled while her head throbbed as if it were about 
to shatter. The women shrieked and begged Jack to stop, certain he had every 
intention of killing her like that. 

Christina's cries were choked with her own spittle as she felt herself 
blessedly losing consciousness. Then Jack raised the dial setting still 
higher, jerking her back to reality. 

"ARRRGHHHH!" the blonde screamed as she writhed and twitched. 

Her lips had turned purple. Her cunt oil speckled on her rippling thighs. 
Christina felt her orgasm erupt over and over again. She was helpless to 
stop the jerking in her pussy and the ripping in her clitty. As much pain as 
there was from the electronic torture, Christina couldn't keep from cumming 
over and over. Her orgasm continued shamelessly while the smell of burned 
and burning flesh drifted up to her flared nostrils. 

As she shuddered and jerked, Jack's balls twitched in his pants. The older 
man turned the power higher. Christina's face turned into a blur of pain and 
unspeakable torture. The wailing women thought they could already see sparks 
coming out from the ends of her fingers and her nose as her body became a 
writhing snake. 

Jack's balls ached and were filled once more with perverted lust. With a 
loud shout he turned the dial back to off. Christina's body immediately 
relaxed. 

As she rolled her head, he and Leon tore off the pincers. Christina sobbed 
as the clamps were removed. 

"Get that big dog," Jack ordered Leon. 

Christina looked down at the big man and saw he was in the throes of his own 
perverted lust. He had, for all practical purposes, lost his mind. The two 
of them could have been alone. Nothing mattered--at least for him--except 
her body and how it could satisfy his most unspeakable desires. 

As Leon ran out the door and the women screeched at themention of a dog 
being brought into the same room with them, Jack released the rope over the 
pulley wheel and let it fly free. Christina crashed to the floor, her knees 
giving way immediately. She collapsed unconscious into a crumpled heap at 
his feet. 

Without saying a word, Jack slapped her violently across the face until she 
came around. He pushed her shoulders against the floor and spread her 
clenched legs apart with his knee. He moved between her wounded thighs and 
spread her cuntlips a part with his fingers. 

Christina cried out at the sudden painful attack. She jerked up her arms, 
pressing her fingers and palms against his broad chest and shoulders trying 
to push him away. But she was too weak and he was too strong. Christina 
could sense him reaching down and unzipping his Levi's with one hand. He was 
taking out his stiff cock, rubbing it up several times with his fingers. 

"Goddd!" the blonde cried, her teeth rattling as she felt the heavy cock 
slamming inside her torn pussy. 

Christina retched as this violent attack tore at her senses. Jack held her 
fast, his hands squeezing her titties as his hips drove forward rapidly and 
mercilessly. He forced his cock deeper and deeper, ripping through her 
bruised and burned twat, stinging her clitty. The itching force of her 
orgasm gathered again. Jack's long, thin cock drilled like a jackhammer 
through her cunt, filling and spreading her pussy. 

Christina should have been mortified at being tortured then defiled this way 
in public. But so much had been done to her in front of these people they 
almost felt like family in a strange, demented way. Nothing done to her 
would have embarrassed her any more. They had pushed her over every barrier 
of shame possible. 

Jack, she could tell, hated her and was using his cock as a weapon of 
destruction. He hated her with each racking blow of his prick. He was 
tearing her cunt apart and was enjoying his agonizing assault. She began to 
hate herself. 

The lust boiled inside her and her clitty was stung with another wave of 
spasms. Jack's cock ground her pussy into pulp, the ramming of his cock 
tearing at her clitty in an endless attack as he drove farther into her snug 
pussy. Christina felt her muscles automatically relaxing to accommodate his 
hefty shaft in spite of their brutal injury. 

The big man thrust, stiffened, then grunted like an animal as his balls 
tightened and dumped their filthy load of cum. Christina could feel his cum 
spurting into her hot hole, filling it quickly and flowing out from between 
her burned, twitching cuntlips. 

Her pussy sheath kept on trembling and clutching long after Jack's spurting 
stopped. Quickly he withdrew his long spear, standing up on trembling, 
unsteady legs while he reeled in his cunt-spreader and zipped up his 
trousers. 

He smiled at Christina, reaching down and picking up the rope one more time. 
The blonde looked up pleadingly, silently begging him not to haul her up 
again. Her wrists were rubbed raw to the point of bleeding. Her shoulders 
ached, and her belly felt as if someone had thrust their fists into it. 

Jack sneered and hauled her up, though not to the full height of before. Her 
toes still touched the ground as Leon returned with the second shepherd that 
had fucked her before. 

"No! NO! NOT AGAIN!" Christina screamed, throwing back her head and looking 
helplessly up at the ceiling. 

The women wailed. The dog's heavy jaws dripped with spittle while his eyes 
burrowed into the blonde's. His head dipped and his tongue flicked over his 
spit-flecked maw. The skin around his brown, glistening eyes tightened and 
his short fur pelt bristled. He sniffed at a pool of mixed cum and cunt 
juice. 

Christina rolled her head forward and looked down, watching the huge 
animal's tail wag faster back and forth as he picked up the scent of sex 
from that puddle. She could see his knobby boner swelling inside the furry 
sheath. Then came out the red pointed tip of his prick, snaking into the 
air. 

Quickly the animal moved directly under her curled toes. He sat on his ass, 
his tall dropping to the floor with a soft thump. The hard muscles around 
his hindquarters rippled with excitement. Christina remembered the 
sensations before of that dog-fucking and she struggled to keep from looking 
too willing. But what could she do now? She was helpless. Shouldn't she try 
to enjoy what she could, even at the expense of her tattered pride? 

 CHAPTER TEN 

"Christina, DON'T!" Marge and Eve chorused together in a wailing cry. 

The other women joined as they watched the horrifying scene in front of 
them. Yet what could she do to prevent what was going to happen to her. What 
could any of them do? 

The big dog leaped up, placing its forepaws on her hips and burying its jaws 
between her legs. Christina let out a soft groan, too weak to fight any 
more. She could feel his powerful maw slithering around in her matted bush, 
working its way between her fat, fleshy cuntlips, sliding up to her clitty. 

Oh God, could she take any more? What they had done to her would have 
exhausted the patience of a martyr. And yet somehow she had managed to 
survive it all! 

"UNNNN!" Christina cried in a low moan as she felt the animal's slippery 
tongue slice into her cuntal cleft. 

Her toes fanned out while her legs kicked out and scissored apart. The 
animal fell down, growling at the sudden reaction on the part of the blonde. 
He pranced around in tight circles under her feet, growling and snapping at 
air. Then he jumped up, steadying himself as before and burying his pointed 
snout in her cuntal bush. 

Christina let out another moan, pulling desperately at her bonds until she 
thought she was going to tear her arms from her shoulder sockets. Then she 
felt his cold nose and tongue crush her clitty and she screamed, a shout of 
the damned. The young blonde writhed and twisted, her eyelids shut tightly 
while her face flushed red with painful shame and degradation. Her buttocks 
tightened and jiggled as she tried to shake the mastiff free from her swampy 
snatch. But it was impossible. 

Nothing could save her from this humiliation once more. She seemed to be 
condemned to be the laughing target of these boys' bestial humiliation. 

The powerful jaws snapped against her silky white cuntal mound while his 
tongue thrashed against the woman's clitty. Christina felt her cunt 
tightening up again. How many times could she cum in one evening? It amazed 
her how these perverted activities had turned her into nothing more than a 
sex machine. All she could think of was different ways she could reach 
climax. And only a few hours ago she was little more than a virgin! 

The dog's tongue filled her pussy now, shoving her outer lips apart and 
peeling back her inner labes as it tunneled and burrowed into her fuck hole. 
Christina swung against the animal. Her hips trembled and clenched together 
as the tongue slathered down her pussy. Once more her silky pussy hairs were 
wet and matted with animal spittle. 

Christina felt her chest tightening and her lungs burning as she sucked in 
gulps of air. Her body burned with unnatural lust. Her face was flushed and 
sweaty as her now-dirty and matted hair hung limply and filthily over her 
twisted face. The tendons of her legs stood out as her muscles tightened up 
for a tremendous orgasm. 

Christina could feel the dog's front teeth raking across her inner cuntlips, 
making her shudder with feat and pleasure. The dog's toenails left long red 
scratches on her upper legs and thighs as he curled his bushy tail between 
his trembling hindquarters. The dog's prick was fully extended now, 
trembling and throbbing. 

Without warning Jack released Christina again, letting her body crash to the 
floor with a loud, crumpling thud. The dog howled out in surprise, jumping 
back and nearly falling over himself as he twisted around and looked 
curiously at the moaning, half-conscious Christina. 

The blonde squeezed her cunt, trying to bring off her stiff clit. But the 
animal was too quick. He charged at her. He jumped on her like a man, 
settling between her thighs and squatting down as if he were about to piss 
between her legs. Christina let out another groan as his big forepaws dug 
painfully into her lower belly. The weight of the big animal made it almost 
impossible for her to breathe. 

Then he drilled his knobby prick into her, slicing open her snatch once 
more--but this time with his doggie cock. Christina's body stiffened while 
her mouth tightened. In spite of her revulsion she felt her orgasm ripple 
across her violated pussy. While the big dog sliced his cock into her 
tight-fisted cunny, it dropped its heavy jaws between her rolling, jiggling 
titties. 

Christina tried to lift her hands to do something--caress him, push him 
away, anything but just lay there. But all the fight and emotion seemed 
drained from her by those horrible firecrackers, the beatings and finally 
the electronic torture. She lay there, quietly moaning, squeezing her pussy 
together occasionally and wishing she could die. The heat from the growling, 
fucking dog burned her lower belly as his bushy tail swept excitedly and 
jerkily across her trembling knees. 

In the distance she could hear Jack and the boys laughing and commenting. 
But she didn't care anymore about what they said. She couldn't control 
herself, least of all her orgasm. They kept coming now, exploding in rapid 
bursts the way bowel movements come over sick people. She wasn't able to 
tell where one ended and the other began. Needles tore into her cunt as she 
sobbed, laughed and babbled hysterically under the animal's attack. 

With effort Christina raised her legs and threw them around the animal's 
forelegs, scissoring her legs and feeding her tight pussy up to his drilling 
cock. She rolled back and forth, her buttocks raising and lowering as her 
last orgasm burst with a power so strong she nearly passed out. 

"AHHHRHHHH!" Christina sobbed out, her legs falling from the big animal's 
broad shoulders to the wooden floor. 

The young blonde felt a flood of horror sweeping over her mind as she lay 
quietly. The full impact of what had happened to her and her friends and 
employees hit her at this moment. All she had worked for had gone down the 
toilet. And to make matters worse she became a willing participant in half 
of their games. While her world had fallen apart and crashed around her, 
Christina danced and sang a perverted ballet. 

Raising her hands to her head, the young blonde started shrieking 
uncontrollably, her body jerking and twisting across the floor while spittle 
from her mouth flecked her lips and chin She was going mad, spinning into 
insanity while the others looked casually on. Tufts of hair twisted around 
her tearing fingers as Christina began ripping at her body. 

"Somebody stop her!" Eve cried out, holding her hands cupped over her mouth. 

"She needs a good fuck to straighten her out," Jack said, recovering from 
the surprise of seeing Christina fly off the handle so violently. 

Thementioning of the word fuck had an electrifying effect on the woman. She 
stopped shrieking and thrashing about suddenly. An animal look of 
unspeakable hunger flickered across her twisted, flushed face. Her eyes 
bulged out and rolled around to Jack's direction. 

A terrible intensity infected them as she gaped open-mouthed at the big man. 
The beautiful innocence that had hung as an aura about Christina in spite of 
what they inflicted upon her disappeared. In its place was an insane, 
intense sensuality. The women slimnk back, horrified at the sudden and 
violent change in the young girl. 

"Come on," Jack said, bending down and taking Christina by the upper arm. 

She scurried up after him, struggling to keep her balance as she pattered 
behind. In spite of her insane intensity all the fucking and beating left 
her weak. Christina saw the women only vaguely and could hear Jack's taunts 
distantly. She only knew she was going to be taken to a fuck that would 
straighten her out. That kind of fuck, she reasoned, would have to exist 
only in comic books. The beating; the animals; the gang rapes had stretched 
her cunny and given her clit such a tolerance that nothing, she thought, 
could really excite her now. 

The woman's mind stopped and flashed blank when she realized where Jack was 
taking her. All through the nightmarish torture she and the other women had 
been forced to endure made her forget about other things on the farm--the 
horses! So, they were going to make her fuck a horse. Well, why not? 

"AHHHH! HA! HA! HA! HA!" Christina laughed wildly, tearing loose from Jack 
and staggering up to the startled animals. 

She was outside now, her feet being torn and stabbed by the loose gravel in 
the drive and courtyard. The animals had been tied up behind the kennel to 
two large posts stuck into the soft ground. Now they reared back from the 
hysterical blonde, their big brown eyes rolling in surprise and fear as she 
approached them threateningly. 

"Ohh, horsie!" Christina babbled, spittle trickling out of her mouth as she 
stretched out her hands toward their handsome pointed heads. 

Their big pointed ears flicked forward, their smooth, gleaming bellies 
quivering as their nostrils flared with suspicion and fear. 

Christina stopped some five feet away and looked admiringly at the first 
horse--a large black-skinned stud with broad bands of muscles that rounded 
his powerful shoulders and tight hindquarters. He pawed the loose ground 
nervously with his hoof, raising tufts of powdered dust in front of him. The 
second animal was slightly smaller than the first. Both had enormous cocks 
hanging from between their quivering hindquarters that swayed and jiggled 
with every quick move they made. Their large, coconut-sized balls swayed 
back and forth, promising large amounts of jizz. 

"And it's all for you, Christina," Jack said sneeringly as he reached 
forward and pushed her ahead with his right hand. 

The young blonde moved as if in a dream, one foot slowly in front of the 
other, as her glazed eyes fixed on those of the first handsome animal. Her 
drugged attitude calmed the horses down as they snorted, waiting for her to 
make the next move. 

"My God, Christina, what are you doing?" Eve cried out. The women had been 
forced out of the metal shop and surrounded by the boys. Although the guns 
were pointed warningly at them, Eve couldn't help herself from shrieking out 
that warning. 

It came just as the blonde raised her hand and began stroking the first 
horse's head. The words cut through her stupor and brought her back to her 
senses. Christina realized how tight and excited her cunny was. Then she saw 
it was due to the warm, furry sensation of the animal's long, beautifully 
shaped head against her hand. She pulled it off suddenly as if someone had 
touched an iron to her fingers, hugging herself and backing away. An 
expression of incredible revulsion crossed her face as she turned and 
started to run. 

"You want to see her brains on the drive?" Jack shouted at the fleeing 
blonde, pulling Eve from the crowd of women and holding the .38 to the side 
of her head. 

Christina stopped in her tracks, turning around and seeing what had 
happened. 

"Now get back to that horse." 

The boys gathered around, herding the women closer to the animal as 
Christina went back to the first animal. She felt horror at what she was 
expected to do. 

"Make love to it. Come on, babe, shinny up to him, stroke his head, stuff 
those tits against his ears," Jack said, still holding the cold barrel to 
Eve's head while he laughed at the cringing blonde. 

"God help me," Christina sobbed to herself as she reached out again and 
stroked the big animal's head with both hands. 

The horse dropped his head slightly, his eyes rolling up to her while his 
nostrils snorted friendlily at her. Everything seemed to be in motion in the 
animal. His muscles trembled, making his shiny coat ripple and glisten in 
the bright moonlight outside. She could feel his warm wet breath blow 
against her lower belly as she moved closer, her pendulous titties rubbing 
back and forth, brushing against the bottom of her chin as she pulled her 
head back. 

"Closer!" Jack shouted, jerking Eve forward and making her cry out in pain 
and fear. 

Christina pushed herself forward until she was butting her chest and belly 
against the flat top of the horse's head. His flicking ears tickled her 
chin, making her want to laugh and shriek at the same time. She rocked her 
body slightly from side to side, rubbing the bottoms of her titties against 
the head nestled between her boobies. 

Christina could feel her nipples stiffening against that teasing sensation, 
making her cunt tighten up. My God, she thought, I've sunk as low as I can. 
Jack, seeming to guess what she was thinking, moved forward, dropping Eve on 
the ground. 

"Get under and start sucking!" 

Christina backed away and moved like a robot toward the horse's ass. This, 
she was sure, would be the end of her. 

 CHAPTER ELEVEN 

Christina moved to the horse's ass, her feet hurting from the jagged stones 
in the drive. Her knees felt like rubber as she thought of what she had to 
do. The young blonde ran her left hand along the smooth, warm side of the 
panting animal. She could feel its powerful muscles trembling at her touch, 
making her breathing shallow with excitement. 

The short, silky hairs of the big animal tickled her skin as she trailed her 
fingers up to the horse's hindquarters. He whinnied nervously, his big head 
turning around while his eyes rolled, then fastened on the naked trembling 
woman. She stood inches from the flicking black tail, wondering what to do 
next. Perhaps Jack and the others would grant her a reprieve. Would they 
make her go through with the ultimate? Christina turned around and stared at 
the motley crowd gathered near the horse's head. 

"You heard me!" Jack said menacingly, waving the gun first at her, then 
pointing it back at Eve. 

Christina sighed and ground her teeth together, running her hand along the 
animal's powerful hind leg as she sank down to the ground. The stones dug 
into her bare knees as she pressed her hot forehead against the big animal's 
lower leg. She could feel him quivering, wondering if he should try to run 
away or let this strange naked female human do what was on her mind. One 
other look at Jack told her to hurry it up. The sky was already light in the 
east. Soon the sun would rise and then.... 

Quickly Christina slid in front of the hind legs, keeping her hands attached 
to the right leg to let the horse know she wasn't trying anything 
threatening or tricky. Above her she could see the big black funnel-shaped 
cock hanging limply from his heaving belly. His large balls swayed back and 
forth, the testicles jiggling in their leathery sacs. 

The sickening, pungent odor of stale piss and shit invaded Christina's 
nostrils, making the girl drop her grip and clutch at her belly to keep from 
retching. Suddenly she heard the animal snort impatiently and start to stomp 
around her. She had to do something quick or he'd trample her. 

Quickly she raised her hand and began stroking the insides of the big 
animal's hind legs. She watched his belly rise sharply while his sides 
sucked in and quivered at her light touch. He calmed down immediately, his 
nervous whinnying turning into snorting, then heavy breathing. 

Strangely, his cock started twitching, then actually lengthening as 
Christina continued stroking and petting the animal's hindquarters. She 
tilted her head back and watched the big black grooved cockhead push out 
from its wrinkled black foreskin, sinking down toward her mouth. She felt a 
shudder of revulsion ripple through her body as her flesh puckered up into 
goose pimples. Hot/cold flashes tore her body as she thought of what she was 
supposed to do. Suck a horse's cock! 

Gingerly she raised her right hand, her fingers lightly brushing the tip of 
the animal's expanding dick. The result was explosive. She heard the big 
horse whinny in surprise, his feet stomping and grinding into the gravel. 
Christina covered her head and waited for the crashing blow from the hoof 
that would put her out of misery. 

It didn't come. Another shout from Jack alerted her to try again. This time 
when she brushed her fingers against the bottom of the animal's prick the 
horse stood still. The only reaction was an increased intensity of 
breathing. 

Parting her lips and tilting back her head until her hair fell over her 
shoulders, Christina pushed her torso up from her thighs and started moving 
her mouth toward the cock. She could feel her throat contract with fear as 
she felt her lips brush over the slimy, black horse's cockhead. The big 
animal snorted again, whinnying as if he had a fever. Flecks of white 
spittle foamed on his thick black lips and chin as his eyes rolled wildly in 
his handsome head. 

The women watched Christina's mouth fit tightly around the head of the 
horse's prick and moaned in horror for her. The boys laughed, some of them 
doubling over in hysteria to see that once-proud pretty blonde sucking off a 
horse. 

"More!" Jack urged wildly, his hands cupped around his crotch and squeezing 
the growing bulge pushing out his fly. 

Christina was gagging. Her mouth was stretched to the ripping point, filled 
with animal dickmeat while she was choking and nearly drowning in her own 
spittle. Her cheeks ached, while her jawbone threatened to dislodge from the 
pressure put on it. Christina pushed her head up and forward a few more 
inches until she could feel the animal's cockhead pushing hard against the 
back of her throat. 

She knelt there as if her veins and arteries had been filled with concrete. 
She could feel that hunk of black cockmeat throbbing between her lips, 
pushing her mouth farther and farther open as it ballooned out and forward. 
Beads of sweat broke out on her forehead, then trickled down her neck and 
into her eyes and nose. She raised her hands until they were caressing the 
big animal's balls. He snorted again, but kept still, instinctively 
realizing any sudden moves might take away that wonderful sensation 
engulfing his stiffened cock. 

Christina could taste the salty, slightly spicy flavor of the horse's cum as 
it oozed out of the massive groove in the shiny dickhead. She ran the palms 
of her hands back and forth, rolling those fat, leathery balls around. She 
could feel something moving in them, tightening and packing down. The blonde 
could only assume it was his cum, churning and boiling, about to spurt out 
of that ten-inch funnel-shaped cock into her throat. 

"Then you get to fuck the other one," Jack yelled. 

Christina felt her skin crawl. Her pussy began to throb and beat in time to 
the animal's pulsing cock. Dropping her right hand to her snatch, she pushed 
her forefinger into the wet cleft, stroking her outer labes, milking the fat 
lips together, then puckering them up and pushing them toward her expanding, 
blood-heavy clitty. 

The thought of what was about to descend on her excited her as well as 
sickened the blonde. It was the same story with everything that had happened 
to her. Revulsion followed by excitement. When her finger and thumb gripped 
her tiny sexshaft, pinching the organ and forcing her to gasp in pleasure, 
Christina felt the big animal's prick throb mightily, then push back as if 
it were a tightened spring about to break loose. 

"OHHHHmmmfff!" the blonde cried, her eyes bulging out as she felt a rush of 
something hot and wet spurting against the back of her throat. It was the 
animal's cum. He panted and whinnied, his hindquarters trembling while his 
powerful sides sucked in and out. His eyes rolled while his nostrils 
twitched and flared in demonic excitement. 

Christina screamed out a muffled groan once more, reaching up and pushing 
against the animal's underbelly. She was drowning in the cum. She could feel 
it packing in her mouth, pushing up into her nasal passages and threatening 
to come out of her nose. She pulled away, wheeling down to the ground and 
holding her belly. She retched, spilling out the contents of her belly as 
the big animal continued shooting his hot spunk over her back and neck. Her 
lips felt greasy and the remnants of dinner spewed out and splattered on the 
ground while the boys laughed at her reaction. 

The animal gave out a final whinny, then relaxed as Christina finished her 
vomiting. 

"Come on, baby, you've got another horse to take care of." 

Christina felt hands pulling her out from under the first animal's body, 
dragging her like a sack over the loose gravel to the gray and white horse. 
She was sobbing and pleading with them as they stretched her out under the 
animal, kneeling down on either side while they pulled her legs out just in 
front of the animal's hindquarters. She felt like a biological specimen 
ready to be dissected. 

"You reach up and guide that fucker in," Jack said. He was holding tightly 
onto her right ankle. He and Leon pulled up her legs while two other boys 
held her tightly by the shoulders and raised the upper half of her body. 
Gingerly Christina pulled her head up until it was pushing against the 
animal's belly. She reached between her widely splayed legs until she had 
the hot dick between her fingers. 

"Push it in!" Leon urged. 

Christina sucked in a deep breath, forcing down a shudder as she spread her 
thighs as best she could and moved the tip of the prick to the gaping cuntal 
hole. At least this horse's cock was a few inches shorter and thinner than 
the first animal's. 

"It's in!" 

Yes, it was. Christina threw back her head and closed her eyes, sobbing 
freely as her body twitched and writhed in revulsion. She had pushed in the 
first two inches of that fat dick. Christina thanked God his cock wasn't any 
fatter than Brad's and was about the same length. But it was just the idea 
of having that ugly, tubular-shaped thing stuffed into her snatch! 

The boys were having the time of their lives now, their hands running freely 
over her ass and tits as they lowered her, then raised her again. They were 
helping the horse fuck her, impaling her snatch higher and higher on that 
stiff prick. She still held onto the edges, her finger sliding up and down 
the hot, cuntjuice-slickened dick as the big horse panted and whinnied 
excitedly. 

Christina sucked in her lower lip and bit down hard, waiting for the final 
pulsing throbs in the horse's cock that would signal his cumming. Strangely, 
she didn't feel that excited. The sickening perversion of this act finally 
triumphed over her cunt, making the blonde shriek and cry out in indignation 
and horror at what these boys were making her do. Just when she was certain 
that animal was about to fire his spunk into her stretched cunny, Christina 
heard some of the boys cry out. There were other cries. And suddenly the 
blonde felt herself rolling on the ground. Eve, Marge and several of the 
other women took a chance and ran up to the horse, pushing him away while 
others pulled Christina out from under and hurried toward the others. 

"Nobody'll ever know," Eve said under her breath as she wrapped her arms 
around the shuddering Christina. 

The young blonde turned her head and looked curiously at her, not 
understanding at first what she was talking about. Then her head started to 
clear and she noticed what was going around her. The boys and Jack were 
running through the open courtyard, trying to make it to several cars parked 
along the way while shouts and cries filled the air. Uniformed men were 
running toward them while one or two others moved quickly to the women and 
shouted for them to get down. 

"It's over," Christina babbled to herself, sinking to her knees. 

As the sun rose over the hills Christina saw two more patrol cars come 
speeding down the drive toward them. 

* * * 

Grunting like a sow, Christina started working her full, wet lips down 
Brad's dry shaft. She slickened that fat dick with her spittle, finally 
stopping at the shaft's base, The blonde had taken the full length of his 
dick in her mouth at once, something she would have never been able to do 
without that night of horror. Gagging as that sour sponge struck her 
tonsils, she encircled the shaft, sucking hard, drawing up the pre-cum into 
her mouth. 

As Brad groaned and twisted his hairy ass higher and higher into the air, 
digging his fingers into the sides of her skull, Christina chewed and 
tongued that swollen prick. She was making hungry, sucking, wet sounds with 
her mouth as she pushed him closer to orgasm. 

Without missing a stroke, she spread her labes with her fingers. They parted 
with a soft, sticky sound. Brad heard them separate and he reached up for 
her cunt. With two fingers of his right hand he entered her swampy snatch. 
Christina sighed and shuddered as he milked the puffy lips together, then 
moved his fingers up until he was toying with her clitty. The rapid finger 
stimulation made her suck him faster. 

They were sucking and fingering faster now as they moved closer and closer 
to orgasm. 

Quickly Brad pulled away, determined not to cum this way. He pushed her 
back, easing her down on her back against the bed. She eagerly spread her 
legs as he settled between her satiny thighs. 

Christina gasped and jerked her head back as his cock parted her cleft and 
blistered her snatch with its sexual heat. The weight of his cock made it 
penetrate like a hot spear sinking through a tub of butter. It pushed her 
outer labes back, spread her cuntal muscles, then struck her clitty. 
Christina gasped again as he plunged all the way into her tight cuntal 
sheath. 

The young blonde felt his cock drive deeply, pulling back sharply, then 
plunge ahead once more. She felt the needles of his attack rip through her 
snug cunt. The muscles of her pussy tightened and clenched in an attempt to 
slow down his assault. She wanted a nice, slow fuck after the horror she had 
been through the week before. 

But Brad was breathless, teetering on the brink of orgasm and unable to stop 
his assault on her snatch. The tighter she clenched, the stronger and more 
intense was his attack. She begged him to slow down, but Brad didn't listen. 
He grew more excited, fucking her harder and faster. 

As his cock hammered her aching pussy, he grabbed her full buttocks with 
both hands and dug his nails into the full cheeks. She screamed as he 
exerted pressure on her sore muscles. He pinched and scratched her buttocks 
while he whipped her cunt with his cock. He drove faster with short, jabbing 
strokes. She shuddered and felt the heat of his cock burn the muscles of her 
pussy. Her clitty ached and throbbed as she twisted in rhythm to his 
fucking. 

"Oh, hurry," Christina begged. 

She felt tiny needles assailing her clit as Brad hammered desperately away 
at her clenching pussy. His eyes were closed tightly while rivers of sweat 
trickled down his flushed, handsome face. Then her orgasm came. She 
tightened her cunt, twisting her pelvis and working his cock deeper into her 
dripping cunt. 

As her clitoris beat out a cumming sexual rhythm that made her twist on the 
sheets crazily, Brad cried out and fired his spunk into her snatch. 
Christina felt her tight muscles ripping apart from her orgasm. Her clit 
pulsed rapidly. The two of them held tightly onto one another as they sailed 
off into the world of violent orgasm. 

Finally Christina fell back, sobbing and retching as the throbs died away in 
her pussy. 

"Oh, that was wonderful," she moaned, looking up and stroking Brad's cheek. 

"I wondered if you'd be ready for something like this after what happened." 

Christina's bright smile faded for a moment. She and the women had taken a 
silent vow never to reveal what brutalities had been committed on them by 
those boys. Some of them had been caught by the police when they finally 
arrived that early morning. Others--including Jack--were still at large. 
Those caught knew better than to fully reveal what had happened. A silent, 
grudging bond had been set up between the raped women and their assailants. 

The police, curiously enough, arrived when everything was nearly over. The 
lights had come back on in the city. With the catastrophe over in New York, 
local police could pay more attention to events in their own area. When they 
realized the phone in the main house was out, they became suspicious and 
investigated. What they found horrified them. One dead guard, a group of 
naked, raped women, and a crowd of taunting boys. 

"It's all over," she said in a whisper, folding her arms around Brad's thick 
neck and pulling him down to her body. 

He nestled between her widely splayed thighs, stroking her titties as he 
sighed happily. Christina decided to rebuild the main house and continue on 
with her project for a boys' town in spite of what happened. As she felt 
herself drifting off to sleep in Brad's apartment, the blonde felt a smile 
curling up the corner of her mouth. Was she smiling because of Brad, because 
of the renewal of her project, or because of something darker and more 
obscene than could be thought of consciously? 

Christinamentally shrugged off that question and shifted her thighs, making 
her cunt swallow part of Brad's dick as she drifted off to sleep. 


THE END
