Dog-Raped Niece
by Paul Gable


FOREWORD 

While the innocent are no strangers to violence, and never have been, the 
recent upsurge in criminal activity has taken a particularly grim toll on 
the unsuspecting bystander. And the reasons for their molestations have been 
more sinister. 

Today's newspapers are filled with stories of oil-company executives 
kidnapped for political purposes, of young heiresses taken to insure the 
extortion of foodstuffs from their wealthy parents, or diplomats gunned down 
in foreign capitals-because they represent views of a government hostile to 
some particular minority. 

Some of these acts have been committed in the name of some cause whose 
philosophy is probably suspect and whose means of executing same are sordid. 
All this is done because, supposedly, the end justifies the means. 
Additionally, there are the crimes which bring monetary gain to the 
perpetrators, and suffering to the victims. But in either case, it is the 
guiltless individual who suffers most. 

The story of Shari is a case in point-an innocent woman suffering at the 
hands of a cruel and depraved person. Her story holds a lesson for an 
uncaring society. 

-The Publisher 


CHAPTER ONE 

Shari bit her lower lip and touched her cunt as she watched her cousin Jack 
sitting sprawled on the front porch steps drinking Jiis beer quietly. It was 
dark, hot and quiet that August night. They were alone-just the two of them 
in that big house. The air seemed to press down on them like a weight. Shari 
watched Jack through the screen door, her small arms folded loosely over her 
recently developed titties. Her heart beat faster and her flesh burned with 
a strange pleasure every time the young thickly built man stretched his legs 
further apart. That hot tight itchy feeling deep in the throat of her pink 
little cunt was getting worse. Shari hugged her body harder with her arms, 
rocking her thighs back and forth, wondering what it would be like to have 
Jack's arms around her instead of her own. She closed her eyes and pictured 
him towering over her, his eyes staring hotly into her eyes while his thick, 
callused fingers roamed in all those places her mother had told her were 
forbidden except to a lawful husband. 

"Ohhhh," she sighed in a small voice, opening her eyes and looking through 
the screen in fear that Jack might have heard her. No, he was still wrapped 
in his own thoughts, methodically drinking his beer from the can while the 
tip of his nearly spent cigarette glowed in the black night. A car hurtling 
down the road bound for Charleston momentarily lit up the large front yard 
of the farm, startling Shari and making her back away from the partially 
opened door. It had been eight months since her parents had been killed in 
that spectacular air crash in Tenerife, leaving her with a large farm to 
manage and no brothers or sisters to help her. Fortunately there was her 
Uncle Paul and his son Jack who lived in Raleigh who offered to help out. 
She was a girl of seventeen just out of high school with no experience in 
the world. She couldn't possibly manage the sprawling farm her father had 
created from next to nothing. 

And yet in spite of the problems facing her in the days ahead, this evening 
Shari could only think of how her titties and cunt were twitching and 
tightening as if some strange new force had taken control of her. Jack had 
come before his father to help Shari manage the farm while his father 
finished up some business in Raleigh. The young blonde teenager watched him 
carefully from the minute he arrived, much more carefully than she'd watched 
any man before. His broad tanned face, the way patches of black hair peeked 
over the top of his sweat-stained white t-shirts, and the way his Levi's 
were stretched tightly over his muscular frame excited Shari in a way that 
would have made her Baptist parents shrink away in horror. 

But they were gone now. Their young, virgin daughter who had refused dates 
in high school and had never let a boy kiss her on the lips was faced with 
natural forces she could barely understand. 

"You gonna stare at me like that all night?" Jack suddenly asked, his face 
still turned toward the empty dark road. 

Shari felt embarrassment burn through her soul. He'd known she was there all 
along! The young girl wanted to run through the living room, up the stairs 
and into her room and lock the door. God only knows what kind of girl Jack 
might be thinking she was, and yet something inside her made Shari stay 
rooted to the spot. 

"It's so hot outside," the girl said in a voice lower than nornal. "I 
thought it might be cooler here than upstairs." 

"Come on out. I won't bite," Jack said, propping himself on one elbow and 
peering over his broad shoulder. Shari sucked in a deep breath and pushed 
open the door. Jack flipped his cigarette in a broad arc onto the dew-wet 
lawn. It hissed out against the wet grass as Shari sat down on the other end 
of the wooden steps, wrapping her arms around her bare knees and resting her 
chin on one shoulder. She was afraid to look at Jack, afraid that he might 
get the "wrong idea." 

"My dad's comin' in a couple of days," he said. "That'll be good for me. 
College starts up pretty soon. Need the time to study up." 

"You're lucky," Shari said, glad the topic was general. "I don't think I'll 
be able to go to college-at least for a while." 

"Why? Your grades in school were good, weren't they?" Jack asked, taking a 
last swig of beer, then crushing the aluminum can in his right hand and 
flipping it carelessly into the bushes surrounding the house. 

Shari wished he would be neater, but that was the way with all men. The 
thought sent shivers up and down her spine, making the hot tight itch deep 
in her cunt a pulsing ache. 

"Oh, sure, but I mean the farm-even with your father here I've got to be 
around at least for a while to help him find whatever he needs. Maybe next 
year I can go to the school you're at," Shari said brightening. She never 
had a brother. Maybe Jack could be like her brother. 

"I guess what happened in the Canaries-I mean about the crash, sort of 
changed your plans," Jack said hesitantly, looking at Shari sympathetically. 

The young blonde felt the weight of her sorrow press down once more. She 
made the sound of a wounded animal. 

"Hey, I'm sorry," Jack said, sliding over and wrapping his arms around 
Shari's shoulders. The blonde teenager sank heavily against him, resting her 
chin against his shoulder. 

Then something happened that wasn't related to sympathy at all. Jack's hands 
began to move soothing over her back, rubbing their way over unfamiliar 
territory. That movement was exciting Shari the way she'd never been excited 
before. His fingers moved over the bare smooth flesh around her halter top, 
then started working purposefully under the broad buckle holding the halves 
of her bra-top together. Shari slid her ass a few inches away from Jack, 
still letting him stroke her back gently. When she felt him trying to unsnap 
the top of her shorts, the young girl felt a stab of terror and stood up 
suddenly. 

"My mother was right. You men are all alike-wanting only one thing, and not 
caring how you get it," she said almost tearfully. She was alone with a man, 
her parents dead, and no one was around to protect her. Jack could do 
anything he wanted with her and she would have to submit. The helplessness 
of her situation suddenly struck Shari. Where could she run for help? 

"I won't try anything you don't want to do. I'm sorry," Jack said, standing 
up slowly and spreading his big arms out in a gesture of honesty. "I just 
wanted to show you what to expect on a date." 

"There won't be many of those for a while," Shari said, ashamed to admit she 
had never really been on a date-especially the kind she was sure Jack was 
talking about. 

Taking advantage of her trust Jack moved up to Shari and put his arms around 
her again. The blonde girl liked the way his iron muscles felt tightening 
around her. And strange, delightful things were beginning to happen to her. 
She could swear her titties were growing. She could feel their stiff dark 
red tips push against her brassiere. Her tits began to hurt. She wished her 
halter was off. Her titties were getting hot and sticky. Shari could feel 
her cousin's chest rising and falling with his increasingly deep breathing. 
That tingling, pulsing sensation between her legs was getting worse. It was 
like having a drop of sweat trickle its way through the furry coating over 
her tight cunt. 

Jack slid his hands down the small of her back slowly, rocking back and 
forth and pushing the bulge between his legs against the hot tight spot of 
his cousin's crotch. This time around Shari didn't pull away from Jack. She 
felt herself melt into him, dissolving slowly into her sexuality although 
the girl couldn't have explained it exactly in words. For the first time in 
months she felt warm and protected. 

Jack pulled her tighter against him and gave a little hunch to his hips. 
Shari didn't pull away. He squeezed her ass-cheeks slowly down, pressing his 
fingers against the resilient flesh and working her ass globes as if they 
were two hunks of white dough. 

Shari didn't want him to stop. Having her ass squeezed felt good-shamefully 
good. It was something she would have never thought of a few days ago. But 
now alone on the front porch at night, it seemed almost the most natural 
thing in the world to do. 

"Maybe we should stop," Shari said in short, quick pants. They were still 
outside. Even though the neighbors were too far away to see anything, a 
passing car still might pick them up in its headlights. What would she look 
like? 

"Oh no, no," Jack moaned, nestling his chin in the small of her neck and 
breathing heavily against her flesh. Shari tilted her head back. Her knees 
trembled as if they were about to give way. The fat lips of her tight young 
cunt were aching to be rubbed. 

Her hands tightened around her cousin's neck instinctively. She felt Him 
hunch into her harder and harder. For one minute Shari felt as if she wanted 
to wrap her legs around Jack's big thighs and drive her dampening cunt hard 
against the torpedo-shaped bulge growing between his legs. 

Then thoughts of her parents and what they would say if they could see her 
suddenly shot into her mind. 

"No, it's wrong!" Shari cried, dropping her hands from Jack's neck and 
pushing herself away. 

"Hey, Shari, you can't turn on a guy, then push him away," Jack said angrily 
as his cousin turned quickly and ran back into the house. 

Shari stood in the middle of the living room while the screen door banged 
noisily against the frame. She cupped her face in her hands and fought back 
the sobs rising in her throat. What was she supposed to do? Her religious 
training told her one thing, but her body told her something else quite 
different. 

"I'm not going to be brushed away that easily, Shari," the girl suddenly 
heard her cousin say behind her. The girl dropped her hands from her face 
and spun around. Jack had come in after her and was standing in front of the 
door. His large body blocked out the faint light from the moon that sifted 
into the living room. She couldn't see his face. But Shari could tell he was 
angry, sexually aroused to the point of rape, and bent on having her whether 
she wanted him or not. 

"Oh please, no, don't," she begged, crouching down and folding her hands 
prayerfully in front of her. The girl backed away from him as he started 
slowly for her. When Shari felt the front of the large sofa against the back 
of her knees she let out a frightened sob. There was nowhere else to run. 
She was trapped! The blackness of the room seemed to be smothering her. 
Sweat trickled down her face while her heart beat so quickly Shari thought 
it would tear through her rib cage. 

"No need for you to get scared, Shari. I'm not gonna hurt you," Jack said. 
He reached through the darkness and touched her chin. The girl recoiled, 
stumbling backward and falling flat onto the couch. "If you wanna fight, 
that's okay too," Jack said in frustration. 

Shari cried out again, curling her fingers into claws and lashing out at 
Jack. 

But the big man was too quick for her. He held her wrists tightly in his 
hands, pinning them to the couch cushions while he lowered his face to hers. 

Shari could smell the beer on his breath while he started nuzzling her neck. 
His hot breath blew through the curling hairs at the base of her neck. Shari 
felt her ear grow hot and tickle. Jack's breath and his half-spoken words of 
lust were working their way into her soul, making the girl shiver with a 
lust she thought only whores and sluts had. The girl quivered like a tightly 
strung bow when she felt Jack's iron-hard cock brush against the unplowed 
mound between her legs. 

Bending his head forward Jack caught Shari's lips with his own. He pressed 
forward until they were kissed long and deep. The young blonde's mind spun 
around and around. No one had ever kissed her like that. Her cousin was 
trying to force his tongue down into her mouth. No, that was something only 
bad girls did. 

Shari struggled against the hot, wet slippery tongue trying to get into her 
mouth. But Jack's strength was too much for her, and she really wanted to 
try out this new way of kissing. Slowly she opened her mouth under his 
pressure. When the thick rough tongue lashed into her mouth, Shari 
discovered something odd. Her cunt spasmed-a delightful tight, itchy, achy 
spasm. And then Jack slid his hands under her ass, moving his fingers under 
the leg bands of her panties and over the naked skin. Every time he squeezed 
Shari's tight ass, the valley running between her legs pulled further open. 
Before she could fight back, he managed to work two fingers into the silky 
flesh between her ass and cunny. Shari began to moan low and deep. She 
snapped her legs together, then let them sag apart. A hot, sweet juice 
seeped out of her pussy, dripping like a frothy foam until her panties were 
wet with it. 

While their hot, spit-filled mouths sucked and gurgled together, Shari could 
feel Jack's weight trying to sink into the soft, slippery lips of her cunt. 
Material from her shorts and his Levi's still prevented anything froiri 
really happening. There was still time to prevent the actual contact of his 
cock and her pussy. But Shari realized that would have to come from someone 
other than her. 

Shari wondered how it would feel to have the big cock pressing against 
Jack's fly pressing against the slippery hot sides of her twat. Thinking 
about it made her want it. Through the red fog settling over her mind Shari 
could hear new voices inside her encouraging the young girl to go with Jack 
and let him do what he pleased with her. 

"How do you feel, babe?" Jack asked. His voice was low and thick. His hands 
dug deeply into her flesh while his body crawled over hers. 

"Funny, I don't know what's happening to me," she panted. 

Then Shari felt his tongue slide back down her throat. His mouth ate' hers 
again, and the red, blinding fog overpowered her resistance once again. 
Jack's weight pushed her into the soft cushions. Shari couldn't move to free 
herself even if she wanted to. At this point the girl could think of nothing 
else except that rock-hard body over hers, pressing down on her, supported 
on the points of her tits while the cock straining to get out of Jack's 
Levi's jabbed into her belly and thighs. She couldn't stop herself from 
opening her mouth wide and sucking her cousin's tongue deeper inside. Her 
legs sagged further apart while Jack settled between them. 

"Still feeling funny?" he asked, tearing his mouth from hers. 

"Oh yes," she panted. 

"Good, good," Jack answered, smiling as he eased up off the girl, crossing 
his arms and pulling his sweat-dampened t-shirt over his head and throwing 
it in the far corner. Shari held her breath when she saw him fumbling with 
the buckle of his belt. Her initiation into womanhood had begun. 

 CHAPTER TWO 

Shari's pulse quickened. Her tight cunt lips were swelling, folding over one 
another, filling up with blood and puffing out while oily pussy juice 
bubbled out from her long, jagged cuntal crack. The air in her lungs seemed 
to burn while her ass bounced across the soft sofa cushions. Jack had pushed 
her legs up and apart, her knees nearly touched her chest while his fingers 
worked greedily over her pussylips. 

Shari groaned, rolling her head from side to side as her cuntal itch grew 
worse and worse. Shari pushed out one leg in spite of Jack's insistence, 
pointing her toes, then fanning them out. The excruciating tickle was 
getting worse. She built steadily toward an orgasm and her clothes were 
still on! Her mind was overloaded with the lusty touch of her cousin. 

"Say it, baby. Say you want my cock. Say you want it so bad you could shit!" 
Jack said in a thick, demanding voice. 

Shari felt the cruel words burn into her. Opening her eyes she stared 
heavy-lidded at the big man riding on top of her. 

"No, I can't. No," she protested. 

She felt so heavy. It was almost impossible to say anything. 

"Go on," Jack insisted, moving his fingers up and down the outer folds of 
her cunt lips, milking the slippery edges together and working out more of 
her thick foam. 

It was so hot and wet down there! she thought. He was asking her to say that 
filthy word! 

"Want ... cock. Cock ... want," Shari moaned out, closing her eyes and 
turning her face to the back of the couch. She moaned low and long as Jack's 
long forefinger pierced into her cunt and wriggled around the virginal pink 
flesh. Shari felt her ass push up to the beautiful squeezing sensation 
between her legs. 

She was spread open, moaning under her breath. Her body was on fire, burning 
with a hot lava pouring from the steaming crack between her legs. 

Then the girl felt Jack's strong fingers move purposefully under her. They 
slipped around the elastic bands of her panties. He was going to try to 
strip her. No, that was her last defense. If her clothes were gone... 

Jack insisted. There was an experimental tug. Shari pushed her ass deep into 
the sofa cushion to keep her shorts and panties on. Then she felt her 
cousin's finger curl into a fist, then pull down quickly. There was a long 
ripping sound as the material gave way under the pressure. Shari could feel 
the thick air of the living room press against her naked thighs now. In a 
second her cunt was naked, laid bare to any attack Jack wanted to make. With 
another move he pulled the remains of her panties and shorts off her legs 
and dropped them to the floor. 

"Good, hot, wet pussy," he said, pressing his mouth against the teenager's 
right ear and running his tongue along the edge. "Good and sweet and all for 
me," he said greedily. 

"Oh, oh, oh," Shari groaned. Her hands slid around Jack's thick neck once 
again, pulling his mouth tightly against hers. This time Shari wanted his 
tongue in her mouth. Their tongues lashed across one another as spit bubbled 
out of their mouths and ran down her chin. 

At the same time, Jack moved his right hand from under the girl's flattened 
ass, up her side to her halter. Shari pushed her head up, driving her tongue 
hard into Jack's mouth while she felt his fingers scrape her titties. He 
searched for the clasp, wanting to tear the last piece of clothing and 
respectability from her. 

There was more fumbling, then Shari felt the tight halter loosen and slip 
away from her rising and falling chest. Quickly, her titties were freed. 
They looked like two perfectly rounded mounds. 

Jack pulled his head up for a moment and looked with wide eyes at the large 
titties. 

"You don't know how many times I've watched you running around with those 
big jugs jigglin' around. I thought they'd be something like this. I'm not 
disappointed." 

"Ohhhh," Shari cried. Jack moved his mouth to the right nipple. He engulfed 
it with his lips, biting down teasingly with his front teeth while he 
flicked his tongue around and around the hard, sensitive flesh. At the same 
time he moved his other hand up her long wet cuntal crack, tickling the soft 
wet flesh with his fingertips, edging his way up to the girl's clitty. 

When the young man reached Shari's unsheathed sex spindle, he began to toy 
with the small shaft, pushing it down, then rolling it from finger to finger 
as if it were a small, hot hard pea. 

Shari ripped her mouth away and jerked up and down on the couch as if she 
were a speared fish. She thought she would piss from the excitement. A 
string of drool ran from one corner of her mouth while her eyelids fluttered 
open with excitement. He was washing her titties with more spittle, bathing 
the tense sore tips until they throbbed with pleasure. One wonderful 
sensation followed another. Still he hadn't worked his Levi's loose. 

The feel of Jack's hot, hairy chest sliding over her smooth belly and 
titties was unspeakably wonderful. But what would his cock feel like pushing 
up through the thick blonde bush covering her cunt? Images of something 
long, thick and hot peeling back her outer labia and forcing itself into her 
hot hole flashed around and around in Shari's mind. 

As if he could read her mind, Jack moved his hand down from her titties and 
opened the zipper keeping his cock from her cunt. There was more fumbling. 
And finally the girl felt something incredibly hot brush against her right 
inner thigh. It was his cock! 

Instinctively the young girl knew it. She sucked in a deep breath and 
thought she would faint from excitement. 

"Feel it, baby, rub it up and down for me," he said, trapping her right hand 
in his and forcing it down between them. 

"Ohhh!" she groaned again. Shari could feel the fleshy thick cockhead as it 
throbbed against the back of her hand. She tried to move her wrist away but 
Jack still held onto her, groaning every time he moved her hand against his 
prick. 

His cock seemed hot to the girl. She thought it would burn her flesh, and 
its length frightened her. She used to hear girls talk about the captain of 
the football team and how he nearly split a couple of them in two with his 
eight-incher. Donkey Dan they used to call him. But this-Jack's dick was at 
least two inches bigger than what the girls claimed Dan's was. And so, so 
thick! How would it ever fit inside her small, narrow cunt? 

Shari shuddered. She grit her teeth together and tried to pull one last time 
away from her cousin. It was impossible. 

In a moment he had peeled off his Levi's and was back on top of her. They 
were both completely naked now. Shari could feel his hairy, thick legs push 
against hers. He forced her apart and she gripped his cock and pushed the 
spongy head down toward her pussy. 

Whatever would happen to her with that cunt-splitting monster, she wanted it 
done and over with. 

"Fuck me, fuck me," the girl moaned. She had heard other girls use that word 
and knew what it meant. Shari had never dreamed then she'd be using it for 
herself and with her own cousin in her dead parents' home! 

"Oh baby, when I get through with you, you won't be able to piss for a 
week," Jack said between his clenched teeth. He dove back down to her 
titties, squeezing one with both hands so tightly the young blonde thought 
he would rip it off. He sucked hard on the nipple, nearly drawing milk while 
his tongue lashed over and over the hard flesh. 

At the same time his cock moved back and forth along the narrow crease 
separating her right thigh from her torso. It slid on its own grease of 
pre-cum oozing from Jack's piss-slit. Shari shuddered when she felt his hot, 
hanging nuts drag across her cuntal slit. She opened her legs further, 
nestling Jack's hot body between her thighs as if they were a saddle. 

"Gonna open you up a bit," he said. 

Shari didn't understand what he meant. She waited for the first painful 
thrust of his cock up her twat. It was something her mother and other women 
had told her about in whispers. But instead of that, the young teenager felt 
Jack slide down her belly, still fingering her titties but distinctly 
dropping lower and lower on the couch. 

The girl waited tensely, panting harder and harder as Jack's tongue lapped 
at her belly flesh. He dug into her sunken navel with the tip of his tongue, 
sucking at the tiny hole, then he moved down further and further. She felt 
his thumbs press on the flesh just to the sides of her outer labia, forcing 
the crack open. She could feel his hot breath blowing into her cunt hole. He 
was going to eat her out, something Shari heard of men doing, but only with 
whores. 

"Ohh, unnghh!" the girl moaned, twisting her body around like a snake. Shari 
exploded when she felt her cousin's nose push into her clitty. His tongue 
scraped around the narrow, tender hot passage lapping up her cunt juice. His 
teeth began gnawing at her cunt lips until they were practically raw from 
contact. And still the girl was silently begging for more! 

While Jack worked her over, he pulled her legs apart with his hands until 
she was spread wide open for him. His fingers held her open while his thumbs 
worked over her tight little ass-hole. He was all over her! 

The young girl couldn't believe one man was turning her into a sex machine, 
making her beg for things she had barely heard of. 

"No, NO!" Shari begged when she felt his thumb pushing into her shitter. But 
Jack kept on driving it home, making her squeeze her buttocks together and 
lift them off the couch. While Shari gasped and twisted under him he pushed 
the tip of his thumb further up her ass. Her muscles grabbed it, squeezing 
tightly shut. At the same time Shari's cuntal muscles snapped shut on his 
tongue, trapping it deep inside her. Jack moved his head around to the 
right, licking and snarling like a rabid dog while he ate her. When she 
started to hunch rhythmically he pulled away. 

"You need a good long fuck and don't even know it," he said. 

"Oh, oh, oh," was all Shari could reply. 

There was no more shame, no more reluctance on her part. All she could think 
of was the pulsing ache growing worse and worse, and that fat cock only 
inches away. She knew only that could satisfy it. 

Jack slid back up her belly, bracing himself on his knees while he pushed 
his hands against Shari's armpits. The girl felt his cock drag against her 
ass-cheeks, then slide up to the center of her stretched open crack. As Jack 
moved forward, his fat cock swayed drunkenly from side to side from the 
force of his movements. Shari's legs moved apart, forcing her cunt lips to 
unstick. Poised over the girl a second, Jack looked down at her with a glare 
that bored into her skull. He took in the helpless yet animal-hungry look on 
her face. Her large titties resting like mounds of jello on her heaving 
chest looked delicious. And then pushing forward with his hairy ass, he 
worked his thick cockhead inside the girl. 

Shari closed her eyes and moaned, licking her dry lips with her tongue. It 
all felt so incredibly good. The thick, rope-like veins bumped against her 
clitty as Jack's cock drove into her snatch, making her tiny sex organ throb 
like a festered wound. Shari raised her hands and squeezed her cousin's 
shoulders, pressing him close to her while she scissored her legs around his 
ass. She pulled him into her with the balls of her feet. 

"Yes, yes, oh God, yess," Shari begged. 

As the head slid in, Shari's pussylips closed over it, growing suddenly taut 
and trapping Jack inside for a moment. His big long cockshaft throbbed 
outside, bending in the middle as he worked his hips from side to side and 
reamed out the girl's twat. 

When the big young man felt her cunt relax again he moved forward, shoving 
inch after inch into her pussy, feeding his dickmeat slowly but steadily 
into her. 

Shari moaned incoherently now, unable to say an intelligible word. Jack 
twisted his body around so she could feel his cock working inside her. The 
spongy head reamed out her tight little fuck tunnel, stretching the virginal 
membranes. His cockshaft disappeared inch by thick inch. 

"Ohhhh," Shari moaned as she felt her pussy yawn wide open to take that 
massive dick. She felt the pressure in her cunt as Jack shoved in deeper. 
There were three inches of cock inside her and eight outside waiting to go 
in!. 

Her cousin moved his hands over and started working over her titties once 
more, flicking the tips of his thumbs over the hard red nipples until they 
were raw from the scraping. 

"Take it all, baby," Jack said, settling down on her body and jerking his 
thighs forward forcibly. 

Shari gasped as a sudden rush of cockmeat filled her up completely. Jack 
cried out at the same time. He felt his cock run into something soft yet 
firm. He wasn't at the bottom of her cunt yet. He still had at least half 
his dickshaft to go. He pushed forward and down again, closing his eyes and 
grunting with effort. The membrane held firm. 

"NOOOO!" Shari cried. She could feel pain as Jack's dick tried to rip 
through her cherry. 

"Goddamn it, keep still," Jack said knowing there was no other way than to 
rip right through it. It was like trying to get used to cold water in the 
ocean gradually. It was better to jump right in. 

Without another word Jack bore down on her like a piston. With one swift 
stab his blood-engorged cock ripped through and jabbed down to the bottom of 
Shari's snatch. 

The girl cried out and nearly fainted from pain. It was as if someone had 
taken a sword and plunged it swiftly into her lower belly. Her eyelids 
fluttered open while her lips pulled tightly back in a death-like grin. 
Would he still keep fucking her in spite of the obvious agony she was 
enduring? 

"Baby, I had to do it this way," Jack said, nuzzling her neck. His body 
ground down into hers. He lay on her titties, his breath coming in gasps as 
sweat poured off his hairy chest. 

"Hurt ... hurt," Shari groaned. 

"Get used to it, baby," Jack said, moving his hips a little and letting his 
cock rub the sore spot. 

At first Shari stiffened, feeling the pain of a hard cock rubbing against a 
sore spot. Slowly the fire that had burned so hotly in her before began to 
burn again. The throbbing hardness of Jack's cock sent hot flashes through 
her cunt. In minutes the agonizing pain that had nearly sent her spinning 
into unconsciousness was gone. 

Then he was fucking her again. 

Shari moaned, her legs spreading wide apart once more so his cock could get 
deeper inside her. She could feel the pushing dick gliding into her, burning 
it like a hot piece of iron going through a tub of lard. He crammed every 
inch into her cunt. He lay on top of her body, feeling her cunt grab around 
his cock. His dickhead throbbed far up into her cunt. 

"Ohhhh!" Shari groaned when she felt his dick rub again against her clit. 
Jack slammed down harder and harder. His breath grew shallow and uneven 
while his weight shook her. She grunted with the force of his shoves. Her 
pussy was being stretched wide open by his strokes. His dick ballooned wider 
and wider, stretching her until Shari thought she was going to break apart. 

"Cut loose, baby, cum, 'cause I am," Jack warned. 

The words burned into her. Her body tightened up. She was getting ready for 
the big shot, the end of her innocence! 

"Fuck it out, babe!" Jack cried. His balls tightened up in their sacs. And 
then the spunk shot out like jets of lava. Shari felt something hot blasting 
against the walls of her cunt. Her world blown apart, exploding into 
millions of tiny, brilliant lights. Her pussy walls spasmed around Jack's 
shooting cockmeat. There was a contraction, and then another, and then a 
third. More and more came as she rode the stabbing cock, hunching up her 
thighs and swallowing the spraying prick over and over again. 

"Cock, cock, cock," Shari moaned as she sank deeper and deeper into 
unconsciousness. 

 CHAPTER THREE 

"So you're Blanche and Chuck's little girl, eh? Well, they sure didn't tell 
me you'd grown up so fast," said Uncle Paul. . 

Shari stood uneasily in the bright mid-day sun, shading her eyes with both 
hands and trying to smile in the blazing heat. The big, well-built 
middle-aged man standing in front of her was grinning from ear to ear, his 
thick fleshy lips peeled back in a broad smile and revealing two rows of 
straight, strong white teeth. Shari could see herself in her uncle's 
tear-drop mirror-framed sunglasses. She wore the same halter top and shorts 
she'd worn the night she lost her virginity and swallowed her cousin's prick 
in her cunt. The girl wondered, for some reason, if she should have worn 
something less suggestive. 

"It's been a long time since I've seen you Uncle Paul," Shari answered, 
shrugging playfully and trying to shake off the uneasy feeling she had the 
second Paul Bradford drove into the yard in his new brown Seville. 

"Too long," Paul said in a way that made the young girl shiver. She rubbed 
the palms of her hands quickly over her arms, warming up the gooseilesh 
while her uncle went back to his car and pulled out several suitcases. 

"I didn't know how long I'd be here getting things straightened out so I 
packed the house," he said, grinning broadly as Shari turned and led the way 
into the house. 

"Your room's upstairs, down the hall from mine," Shari said, standing at the 
bottom of the stairs and pointing up the landing. 

Paul said nothing, carrying the suitcases up to the landing and disappearing 
as he walked down the hall to his room. 

Shari stayed at the foot of the stairs for several seconds. She wrinkled her 
forehead in thought, wondering what it was that frightened her about her 
uncle. He certainly was handsome enough. His face was more lined than 
Jack's. But there was a strength and experience there her cousin lacked. 

Unlike most men his age, her uncle seemed in incredibly good physical shape. 
There were none of those tell-tale signs of age-baggy eyes, jowls, or an 
inner tube of flab around the waist. Shari realized her uncle was in better 
shape than many boys she knew her own age. 

Then what was it? What made her shrink away from him when she hardly even 
knew him? Shari turned and walked slowly to the living room, sitting down on 
the couch where three nights ago she'd been fucked into unconsciousness. The 
young blonde stretched out her hand and ran her fingers slowly over the soft 
material of the cushion. She could still see a dark area where the cum and 
blood from her torn cherry had run. Scrub as she might, Shari couldn't get 
all the stain out. 

"The towels, honey?" Paul's voice thundered out from above. Shari jumped up 
in surprise and fright, catching her breath before answering her uncle. 

"In the cabinet just to the right of your door, Uncle Paul," the girl 
shouted back, settling back down on the couch and thinking over her 
feelings. 

Her mother and father hadn't talked much about Paul Bradford. He was her 
father's brother, two years younger and a widower. She remembered her 
parents avoiding mentioning him as much as possible. Something had happened 
that turned her Uncle Paul into some sort of black sheep of the family. 
Shari remembered one moment when she overhead her mother talking to her 
father about Paul's narrow escape from arrest in Washington. When she came 
into the room they stopped immediately. 

"So, you met dad?" Jack said, opening the screen door and walking jauntily 
into the living room. Sweat ran down his chest in rivers. He was wearing 
only a pair of dirty jeans, tennis shoes and a sweat band around his 
forehead. He had been supervising some temporary hired help in the lettuce 
fields at the far end of the farm for the past few days. Shari had hardly 
seen him and at this point the girl wasn't sure if she wanted to or not. A 
deep red blush of shame flushed over her face. She felt her fingers turn icy 
cold and begin to shake. 

"He came just a few minutes ago," Shari admitted, moving her hands between 
her legs and hiding their nervous trembling from Jack's eyes. 

She didn't want him to know his presence made her shake like that. 

"You'll like him," Jack said, wiping some sweat off his forehead with the 
back of his hand. "He's a little strange. I don't think I've really got to 
know him too well myself. He was always sending me off to boarding schools 
after mom died, but he's seemed fair and pretty kind." 

Shari only lowered her eyes and stared at a spot in front of the young man. 
She wished he would go. She began to feel her body responding to him in a 
way that frightened her. 

Was she slowly turning into a whore? That tight, hot itchy feeling she had 
three nights ago was beginning again, making her pulse quicken and her heart 
beat faster. Shari felt her brain growing light and dizzy. 

"How are things in the fields?" the young blonde asking, desperately hoping 
to get rid of the feeling by changing the topic. 

Jack had picked up her sexual vibrations. The young man stood in front of 
her, sweat dripping off his thick, tall body. He stared hotly at her. A 
noticeable tubular bulge grew larger and larger between his legs. Shari 
gasped, turning her head away and crossing her legs tightly over one 
another. 

"How could you? With your father right over our heads? How could you?" she 
hissed, covering her face in shame. 

"Shari, look, I'm sorry," he said. "But you do things to me no other girl 
has. Jesus, the way you felt a couple of nights ago..." 

"You're talking about me like some piece of meat, oh God," Shari moaned, 
holding her shoulders and rocking back and forth on the couch. "I should've 
never let you touch me. Please, your father ... " Shari said when Jack laid 
his hand on her right shoulder. 

"Okay, okay, have it your way. There's plenty of pussy in town," the young 
man said angrily, turning on his heel and starting to walk out the living 
room. The sound of his father's footsteps coming down the stairs stopped 
him. 

"Hey son, taking care of the young lady here?" Jack's father asked, taking 
off his sun glasses and staring at both of them. 

Shari cringed at his tone of voice. There was something wicked, even filthy 
about it. The girl suddenly felt as if she needed a bath. And then there 
were his eyes, now visible since he'd taken off his glasses. They were cold, 
blue, sarcastic. It was hard for her to believe he was her uncle. 

He'd done nothing to justify what she felt toward him. He had come out of 
his way to help run the farm until she could dispose of it. Shari thought 
she should be grateful, but why did she want to move away from him? 

Her uncle and cousin talked briefly, then stepped outside, leaving her alone 
in the living room. That evening Shari learned at dinner Jack was leaving 
for several days to check on his school. 

"But you'll have plenty of company and I'll be hard to get rid of," Paul 
said, holding his coffee cup in front of his lips and staring meaningfully 
at Shari. "And then there's Max and Shadow." 

Shari looked up curiously at the big man. 

"You didn't see them?" Jack asked, raising his eyes in surprise. 

"They were asleep in the back seat," Paul said, finishing his coffee, then 
laying down his napkin and getting up. 

"They're our dogs," Jack explained. "Max is a German shepherd and Shadow's a 
Doberman. They've been with for-how long, dad?" Jack asked, turning around 
and looking up at his father as the older man moved behind Shari's chair and 
stopped for a second. 

"Four years," he said, lightly touching the back of her neck as if by 
accident with his fingers. Shari felt her skin crawl, but she was afraid to 
say anything. 

"Well, I'll let you kids talk for a while," Paul said. "I'm gettin' to bed. 
Lots to do tomorrow." 

Shari waited until her uncle was well up the stairs before she said 
anything. 

"Jack, don't go," she begged, laying her hand on his. 

"Hey, that's the kind of talk I like," the young man said, moving his hand 
up her arm while he slid up next to her. 

Shari felt her cunt and ass-hole tighten up as Jack's callused palms ran 
freely over her legs and thighs. 

"But I've got to," he explained. "It'll only be for a couple of days. You'll 
be okay here with dad." 

Shari couldn't tell him how she felt about his father. They weren't that 
close, but there was a blood bond that might be offended if she were to air 
her real feelings. The young blonde kept quiet for the minute, letting Jack 
feel her off before getting up and going to bed. Both of them agreed they'd 
have to find someplace else besides the house to enjoy one another as long 
as Jack's father was there. 

The following day Shari slept late, missing Jack when he left. The sounds of 
loud barking awoke her. Pulling herself out of bed, Shari stumbled to the 
window and peered around the closed drapes. Uncle Paul was in the middle of 
the backyard throwing out a ball and watching the dogs fight over one 
another to get it. He did this several times, then suddenly looked up and 
stared right into her eyes. Somehow he knew she was watching him. 

Shari blushed, then realized she was wearing nothing. He could see her 
thunderous titties dangling down from her chest. With a loud gasp of horror 
she backed away from the drapes, covering her tits with both hands and 
falling down onto the bed burning with shame. 

What would he think of her now? Would he think she was inviting him up to 
her room? 

After half an hour the girl realized she couldn't stay in bed all day. 
Dressing modestly, Shari wondered how she could look at her uncle after what 
had happened at the window. 

But nothing was mentioned, even when she stepped out into the backyard and 
played with the dogs at her uncle's invitation. She purposely tried to not 
look too long at him and talked only of the business of running the farm. 

Slowly, she forgot about the incident and even began to feel more easy about 
Paul Bradford. That evening she made dinner. She had changed into her shorts 
and halter because the muggy heat that settled that late afternoon over the 
region. Shari had just cleaned off the table while her uncle was going over 
some of the books. 

Scraping the unfinished food into the kitchen garbage pail, she heard her 
uncle swear silently in the dining room, then slam one of the books shut. 

"Your father was a wonderful man, but he just didn't know how to keep his 
figures straight," Paul said from the other room. 

Shari smiled at his disgust, putting the last plate in the dishwasher and 
setting it for a full cycle. When she straightened up the young girl 
realized her uncle was standing right behind her. 

"But he knew how to make a beautiful daughter," he said wickedly. 

Shari felt her head reel. He must have nearly tip-toed there purposely to 
take her by surprise. That horror she'd felt when she first saw her Uncle 
Paul returned. 

"I think I'd better..." she mumbled. 

Shari never got to finish the sentence. Trying to step around her uncle, she 
felt him grab both her wrists and draw her to him. 

"Please don't...," she began. 

But Paul was well on the way to raping his niece. He held tightly onto her, 
staring into her eyes with the same hot, lustful stare Jack showed several 
nights before. Shari could smell his freshly washed body. There was a sharp 
smell of after shave lotion. He looked much younger than forty-one. 

Without saying a word, Paul slid his hands up to her elbows, digging his 
thumbs cruelly into her flesh. Immediately Shari could see Paul's method of 
taking her would be far more violent than his son's. 

"Don't!" the girl cried, twisting in his tight grip. But Paul held on, 
moving his hands around her waist then up her back and increasing his grip 
until Shari thought he'd break her ribs and spine. 

"Little bitch," he growled, lowering his face and slathering down her neck 
with spittle. "I'm gonna make a fortune off that little cunt of yours. But 
before I do, you're gonna take care of my cock the way you took care of my 
son's." 

"What? I didn't do anything!" Shari protested. 

He rubbed her ass now, reaching up and pulling down the elastic waistband 
until the rounded tops of her ass-cheeks were exposed. 

"I saw the way you two looked at one another at dinner," he said. "You think 
I'm some kind of idiot?" 

The tone in his voice was almost insane. Shari turned white with terror, 
really frightened now and doing her best to claw free. But Paul held on more 
tightly, moving her back against the sink and pinning her motionless with 
his thick body. 

"How does that feel, huh? How does that feel in your snatch?" Her uncle said 
as he moved his hand under her crotch. He worked the material up into her 
cuntal crack with his thumb and fingers. Shari nearly passed out from the 
pain when he grabbed her pussylips through the material and squeezed them 
hard. Yelping, she broke free for a second, pushing him to one side and 
staggering across the polished kitchen floor for the living room. She had to 
get out. 

But Paul was too fast for her. In an instant he brought her down with a 
sharp blow to the side of her head. Falling half conscious to the floor, 
Shari moaned in despair, then blacked out. 

 CHAPTER FOUR 

When Shari awoke she was back in her bedroom, but something was wrong. When 
she tried to move her hand to rub the aching spot on the side of her head 
the young blonde teenager realized it was tied to something. Opening her 
eyes she saw her wrists had been tied tightly to the two head posts of her 
small bed. She was lying face down, stretched apart like a dead butterfly in 
a botanist's display case. Her feet were tied, too, spread apart and 
fastened with thick, rough hemp to the wooden bedposts at the foot of her 
bed. The small lamp on her bed stand was on, but the rest of the room was in 
shadow. Shari groaned, trying to pull free. But the rough rope cut into her 
tender flesh. 

"So, you're awake, good," she heard her uncle say behind her. Shari twisted 
her head around as much as she could, looking up to the place from where the 
voice came. 

At first all she could see was a big shape at one end of the room. Then it 
moved closer, out of the shadows into the small ring of light thrown off by 
her bed light. Shari saw in an instant he was naked! 

"Oh my God!" she cried. 

His cock was if anything bigger than his son. His long, thick, foot-long rod 
stuck out like a javelin from his flat, hairy groin. Shari's eyes widened in 
horror as her scalp crawled. What was he going to do with that thing? Her 
cunt was pressed against the cool cotton top sheet of her bed. 

"You've been flashin' that cunt around at the young kids," Paul said. "Now 
let's see how you go with some who's got some experience behind his dick." 

Shari whimpered. She felt the bed sag as Paul climbed over her widely spread 
legs and settled between her thighs. Burying her face in the pillow, she 
worked her fingers against the sheet while Paul started kneading her ass. 

She felt his breath in her tight asscrack. Was he going to eat out her 
bunghole? 

The girl moaned, pulling at the rough restraints biting into her ankles. She 
felt her uncle's tongue start to lap at her ass-cheeks, lathering the 
goosefleshed skin with spittle while he worked those smooth globe-like 
mounds apart with his rough fingers. 

Every time he pulled them apart Shari felt her outer cunt lips unstick and 
separate. They opened and closed, rubbing against one another until a slow 
hot fire built up in the throat of her cunt. Instinctively, she began to 
move her thighs as best she could, pushing her snatch against the cotton 
sheets and getting as much friction from the material as she could. The ache 
was growing intense. And unlike several nights before when Jack's fingers 
were there to take care of the pulsing itch, nothing except the smooth 
sheets could scratch her stiffening, unsheathing clitty. 

"I knew you were a hot little bitch. I could tell in the look of your eyes," 
Paul said thickly. 

His licking moved down to the tight little crack. Shari groaned, her body 
stiffened and trembled as her uncle's tongue snaked into her ass-hole. He 
was reaming her out, driving his tongue in and out of her bunghole while his 
fingers cruelly dug into her thighs. 

He moved on top of her. His hands drove under her jutting hipbones, moving 
together until they clawed at her cunt lips. Shari cried and sobbed, 
twisting in her bonds as Paul found her clit shaft and pinched and rolled 
it. At the same time, he worked his cock deeper and deeper into her 
asscrack. He trenched her cunt with his fingers, peeling back the outer lips 
and ran his rough fingertips up and down the mouth of her pussy. 

Shari thought she was going to cum in spite of the shame she felt. There was 
a sensation in her ass that made her think her uncle had driven a knife into 
her bowels. 

"Aiyyyeeeee!" the girl shrieked. Every muscle in her body tensed. Paul drove 
the fat head of his cock into her bunghole. He stretched the stubborn tight 
sphincter muscle open, working his club-like cock deeper and deeper into his 
niece's bowels. 

Shari ripped the sheet with her fingernails. Her face was red and pinched 
with pain. Her toes fanned out and worked desperately against the material 
under them. The cock drove slowly into her ass, its thick length sending an 
increasingly painful pulse through her ass and cunt. Her ass muscles 
cramped. Above her, she could hear her uncle grunting like a pig, half 
laughing and half struggling to work his dick completely into her bunghole. 

"That's it, baby," he said. "Keep wigglin' that ass. The more you move, the 
more you work it in." 

"Uncle Paul, how could you be doing this to me?" Shari sobbed between choked 
gasps. 

"I don't make exceptions to my cock with my relatives," Paul gasped, 
nestling his chin in the valley between her shoulder blades. He worked her 
rubbery cunt lips together with his hands more gently now, trying to stoke 
up her lust while he fed the final thick inches of his cockmeat into her 
ass. 

Shari's sobs died down. Her uncle's fingers roamed up and down her belly. He 
pinched her nipples and moved down to a few inches above her cunt. He 
teasingly caressed the flesh before moving back down to her clitty. 

Shari pushed down on his fingers, fucking her pussy with his hand while Paul 
twisted his hairy ass around and around and reamed out her slutter with his 
dick. Shari's uncle pulled back, drawing his dick out until only the meaty 
head remained inside. 

"Good, baby, good," he growled. 

Shari groaned with pleasure in spite of herself when she felt her ear being 
sucked into his mouth. When his tongue lashed down deep into the sensitive 
passage, she shoved back with her ass. With another cry half mixed with pain 
and pleasure, the young blonde felt the stiff rod slide further up her 
shithole. The girl hunched forward, screwing herself on her uncle's probing 
fingers. She twisted her thighs around and hunched down, rubbing her 
insanely hot clitty shaft against his thumbnail. As she hunched back, Paul's 
long cock pushed further up her tight ass. 

"Fuck, man," Paul grunted, working his hips back and forth, shoving until he 
could feel his balls pressing against the cool rounded bottoms of her ass 
cheeks. Shari threw back her head and yelped, then buried her face back in 
the pillow. Her ass was stretched apart. She was sure something was torn 
inside her. 

Her uncle pummeled her bowels with his cock, drawing it out a few inches, 
then feeding it back. He repeated this action over and over again. He 
increased his speed. Sweat dripped from his forehead and spattered on her 
back. With each downward thrust Shari let out a low grunting growl. The air 
was squeezed from her lungs by the weight of Paul's hairy body. 

His thick dick stabbed in and out of her ass-hole while Paul's fingers 
worked over her hot, rubbery cunt lips. She could feel the pussy juice 
bubble out of her hole, slicking her uncle's fingers and soaking her cunt 
hair and inner thighs. 

The girl felt his cock throbbing in the tight grip of her ass. At the same 
time, she felt the throbbing waves of climax start deep in the roots of her 
cuntslit. Her cunt walls shook, clutched and grabbed at Paul's probing 
fingers. 

The throbbing grew stronger, harder and more violent. She knew she was about 
to dum with her uncle. He was going to shoot his load in her ass, fill up 
her bung with his jizz. That was something she thought only homosexuals did. 
But here she was, tied up in her own bedroom and being fucked in the ass by 
her own uncle! 

And in spite of the horror she should have rightly felt, Shari was torn by 
waves of unspeakable passion. She wanted her uncle more than anything in the 
world at that minute. She wanted him to fuck her again and again while she 
came. She wanted to be milked to orgasm by her uncle's fingers. 

"Cuuummmminggg!" Shari cried into the pillow. 

Paul's cum started. He shot his burning jizz through the tube of his cock. 
It burned into Shari's ass like burning oil. His load jetted into her ass 
then spilled out her stuffed shitter onto the wrinkled sheet. 

Shari felt herself cumming and cumming until her pussy ached from the strain 
and pleasure of a multiple climax. 

When she was through, Shari's body sagged limply against the bed. Paul let 
out a long sigh, then pushed himself up off his niece. Shari let out a 
shuddering gasp when her uncle yanked his soft cock from her shitter. He 
wiped it clean on the top sheet then rolled off the bed and stared 
menacingly at her. 

"So you're the little innocent your father talked about in his letters," he 
said sarcastically, laughing under his breath while he picked up his 
discarded Levi's. 

Shari watched silently. Big hot tears welled up in her eyes and rolled down 
her cheeks. What would her parents have thought of her? She had been 
violated twice-once in the cunt, once in the ass by members of her own 
family! And what was worse, Shari knew she loved it! She enjoyed not only 
getting fucked, but also the idea of being forced into submission. 

The girl silently watched her uncle flip his long cock back into his jeans 
and zip up. She felt she could worship that cock and those balls for 
eternity. 

"Flip time," Paul said, reaching down and untying her hands and feet. 

Shari sat up in her bed, rubbing her chaffed skin while she stared at Paul. 

He held the ropes loosely in his hands. He thought something over in his 
mind while she sat there naked. 

"No, better this way," he seemed to say to himself. 

"Get back," he said, motioning for her to lie down. 

Shari obeyed, wondering what he had planned for her while he tire her hands 
and legs once more to the bedposts. 

Satisfied she was firmly bound and couldn't work free, Paul turned and 
walked through the door. Shari lay quietly, breathing as softly as she could 
while she heard Paul walk down the stairs to the living room. 

She heard him outside through the opened bedroom window. He was talking to 
someone. Then she heard the sound of clanking chains. The young girl 
wondered what was going on. In a moment she knew she would find out. 

She heard the front door slam shut again. She heard the sound of her uncle's 
feet on the stairs. Someone or something was with him, but who? 

Her hair stood on end when Paul walked into the room with Shadow, the big 
black Doberman. pincer she had played with in the backyard earlier that day. 
She watched as his ears pricked forward. His nostrils quivered as he caught 
the scent of her pussy juice. A deep growl came from his powerful throat 
while his muscular sides panted in and out with excitement. The girl tried 
to pull her legs from the rope bonds holding her to the bed. 

"Meet Shadow," he said. "Well, you've met him before, but not as your 
lover." 

Paul bent down and stroked the back of the big dog's head with his right 
hand while he kept his eyes fastened on Shari. 

"No! No! Horrible, horrible," Shari cried, twisting helplessly in her bed. 

The darkness of the room made her uncle and the dog look more sinister than 
ever. They were like spirits from hell there to torture her. 

"Come on, Shadow," Paul said, unsnapping the leash and snapping his fingers 
toward Shari. The dog twisted his head and rolled his large dark brown eyes 
toward Paul. Seeing his master's face and recognizing what he wanted, Shadow 
moved quickly to the foot of the bed, then jumped up between the blonde's 
spread legs. 

Shari's eyes rolled open and bugged out. She held her breath, afraid to 
move. The big dog stood poised forward as if to attack. The same low growl 
she'd heard before became more intense. His dark black coat glistened with 
perspiration while a thin foam bubbled out over his black rubbery lips. 
Shari's blood froze when she saw his lips peel back and reveal a row of 
white, razor-sharp crisscrossed teeth. She'd read how Dobermans sometimes 
attack their own masters, ripping them to shred before onlookers could help. 
The girl was now laid open to this wild animal. She lay petrified as Shadoe 
examined her with those ravenous eyes. 

Lowering his head, the dog pushed his cock forward. Shari'S legs dug into 
the mattress while she struggled with the ropes. No, no, she couldn't let 
this happen to her. 

But it was useless. The animal growled a growl of excitement. And, in a 
strange way, Shari felt her cunt respond. It was the humiliation, the 
degradation she found exciting. 

While her uncle stood in the doorway leaning against the frame, his fleshy 
lips twisted up into a sarcastic smile, she was tied to her bed and forced 
to submit to a dog! 

Her brain spun around and around. And as her heels dug into the mattress and 
she tried to squirm away from the panting, growling Doberman, Shari felt her 
pussy begin to respond to the big animal the way it had responded to Jack 
and his father. 

"This can't happen, no," Shari said out loud to herself. But the excitement 
was there. She felt the satiny wetness of her cunt exposed. She felt the 
inner surfaces of her pussy rub together while she tried worming away from 
the dog. 

Shadow's paws were on her thighs, forcing them apart. He dropped his maw 
into the nest of her cunt hairs. 

Shari snapped her head back, banging it hard against the headboard at his 
touch. His nose stuck under her hot, cunt mound. The young teenaged blonde 
stiffened again as she felt the dog's tongue wet her. The Doberman licked 
her. He whined, wiggling his big body back and forth while he stood above 
her on the bed. 

Shari's stomach turned over. An unknown fear rose in her body. Was it fear 
of what the dog would do to her, or her reaction to it? 

"Ohhh no ... oh my God!" she cried. 

Willingly, Shari opened her pussy to the dog. She had relaxed her legs, 
pulled her knees up as far as she could and hunched up her thighs. 

The Doberman went wild. His tongue slopped over the tender inner skin of her 
thigh. Each lick brought more juice from her cunt. It was a wonderful, 
lovely friction. Shari drew her knees as far apart as she could. He nuzzled 
his black nose against her swollen cunt lips. At times the girl thought she 
could feel his sharp teeth cut into her pussy walls. The thought of the 
danger she was in excited her even more. Instinctively, she drew a long, 
shuddering breath and squeezed her pussy tight around the Doberman's muzzle. 
If only she could draw it all the way in! 

Paul nodded his head up and down, smirking knowingly as he watched girl and 
dog become more involved in one another on the bed. 

 CHAPTER FIVE 

Shari stared heavy-eyed at the big Doberman. His black shiny coat glistened 
in the dim bedroom light. His hindquarters were raised high in the air and 
wriggled nervously back and forth while his tail wagged. The young blonde 
peered down at the animal's maw buried in the thick blonde bush of her cunt 
hair. 

He ate her out, lapping her jagged pussy crack with his thick, hot wet 
tongue. Hie started at the bottom, slathering down her ass-cheeks with 
spittle. He slowly moved his tongue up, dragging it agonizingly yet 
excitingly up her outer cunt lips up to her clitty. She closed her eyes, 
ready to receive the unholy sensation of his tongue across her cunt, but the 
big animal moved back down to her ass-cheeks. 

Shari twisted in her bonds, tilting her cuntal mound down in hopes of 
rubbing her sex spindle against the dog's muzzle. But he seemed to know what 
he was doing. 

Shadow was purposely working the girl up to a wild sexual frenzy. He was 
heating up her cunt and stoking her coals until her pussy was a hot, sticky 
mess of flowing juices. 

Shari's arms pulled crazily at the ropes. The tendons between her shoulders 
and elbows bulged out while she bucked and jerked madly on the bed. She 
tried to pull her legs together to rub her thighs against one another and 
take care of the crazy ache deep in her cunt, but the ropes around her 
ankles prevented her from doing so. 

"Oh, oh, oh," the blonde teenager moaned. He licked the tender flesh of her 
inner thighs. Each lick brought spasms of lust and torrents of thick froth 
bubbling from out her cuntal slit. Shari couldn't believe she was acting 
this way-in her own parents' house. She thought she was cheapening their 
memory, and yet she couldn't help herself. The feeling of Shadow licking her 
off was incredibly exciting and lovely. 

The young girl spread her knees apart as far as she could. She could feel 
her cunt lips unstick and peel back, giving Shadow more room to lick. The 
big dog lapped hungrily at her swollen rubbery labia. Each lick pushed them 
up and apart, ending with a quick teasing flick of her clit. 

Shari's fingers worked desperately at the ropes biting into her wrists. She 
wanted to run her fingers through the Doberman's slick wiry hair. She wanted 
to feel it tickling the skin under her fingernails while she drove the head 
further and further into her hot, swampy cunt box. 

"Want, want ... fuck ... fuck," Shari moaned over and over again. She rolled 
her head from side to side over the headboard of her bed. Her knees jerked 
up then snapped closed again when she pulled the rope restraining her feet. 

"Wanna get that doggie dick between your legs, baby?" Paul asked from the 
door. Shari opened her eyes and looked at her uncle. His voice sounded so 
far away. She could only hear the pounding of her heart. 

"Yes, yes," she panted. Paul still leaned against the door frame, his thick 
arms folded across his chest. The same sarcastic smile twisted across his 
lips. He didn't answer her, but a look in his eyes told the girl an animal 
fuck was on the way. . 

"Ohhhhhhhhh!" she cried. 

Shadow noticed the changed tone in her voice. She sounded closer to orgasm. 
A thick low tremor wavered through her cries. Gently, Shadow slid his long 
pink tongue around her inner cunt lips, snaking across the sensitive flesh 
and making the blonde shudder as if an electric current were passing through 
her body. Then he moved up, bumping against her clitty.- 

Shari shuddered again, becoming hotter and hotter with the growing fever the 
dog gave her. He rested his big head on her pussy, tickling her cuntal curls 
while he slathered her pussy with animal spittle over and over again. 

"Shadow, Shadow," Shari moaned. The Doberman moved his tongue across the 
squishy, steamy mess between her thighs. She looked down once more and saw 
her cunt hair being slicked down by his lapping motions. Her thighs 
glistened with his spittle while her cunt lips grew more swollen and red 
with each passing second. 

Shari threw back her head and let out a yelp of hellish delight. The words 
in her neck stood out while the tendons between her pussy and thighs bulged. 

Seeing this, Shadow pulled his muzzle out of the girl's twat for a second 
and lapped at the protruding tendon of her leg, opening his mouth slightly 
and nipping gently at the flesh. 

Shari gasped. The slight tingling pain made her cunt contract into a tight 
fist. 

"Ohhh, NOOOOOO!" the girl shrieked, squeezing her ass-cheeks together and 
tossing her thighs into the air. She needed more of that lovely friction to 
take care of her cunt. 

Oh, it was so good, so good to feel his tongue lapping over and over her 
clitty, but she needed something inside her. Shari's cunny, even though it 
had only once before stuffed with dickmeat, still demanded cock. 

The young blonde tossed her head like a crazy woman now. Her long blonde 
hair stung her eyes as it whipped across her face and shoulders. Her legs 
and arms jerked wildly against the tope restraints while Shadow licked 
hungrily at her juicing cunt box. The hot air in the room was rank with the 
smell of vaporized cunt juice and was filled with Shari's cries and the 
dog's growls. 

"Ohhh, please, please," Shari stammered, trying to draw her knees together. 
She clawed at her own wrists with her sharp fingernails. When Shadow pressed 
his cold snout against her swollen cunt and drove his tongue further down 
the throat of her pussy, the young blonde shrieked and threw up her snatch 
once more into his face. 

Her ass bounced across the bed. Her toes fanned out, and the girl felt a 
distinct cramp in her big ass muscles. She knew she was getting close to 
cumming-cumming with an animal! 

Oh God, how she should have burned with shame! And still the young girl 
panted and gasped with unholy delight at every lick Shadow gave her juicing 
cunt box. 

"Fuck, fuck, fuck," Shari babbled. Her lower jaw sagged. Drool leaked out of 
one corner of her mouth while her eyeballs rolled up into her head. Her 
cumming would be agonizingly slow without a good stiff piece of dickmeat 
reaming out the mouth of her pussy. Her titties jiggled from the violence of 
her twisting by rolling together then falling apart. The girl felt them 
swell with excitement. Her nipples pointed out and seemed to sputter with 
electricity. Oh how she wanted to feel a man on top of her! How now she 
wanted to feel her uncle's thick, hard, hairy body pressing her into the 
bed, jamming his cock into her. 

Shari's mind went back a few minutes before to her uncle's ass-fuck. She 
remembered his balls dragging over her ass, his cock slipping into the tight 
crack between her rounded ass-cheeks, and then the first agonizing pain as 
his meaty cockhead pushed its way into her tight little ass-hole. There was 
that fire in her cunt and shitter that was put out by her uncle's fingers, 
and his spunk-spraying cock. 

"Ohhhhh!" the girl cried again. Her memories made her hotter. Shari felt her 
pussy blooming under the dog's lapping. Then she realized Paul had loosened 
the ripes around her ankles, enabling her to push her knees further apart. 

This she did, spreading her thighs and peeling back every little fold of her 
cunt. She wanted the animal to lap at every part of her pussy, making her 
jet off into a cum that would burn out her brain with ecstasy. 

"Faster, oh God, yes, yes, yessss," she hissed as she felt the Doberman's 
ticklish coat with the sides of her legs. She moved forward and up, driving 
her unsheathed clitty against the Doberman's snout. Hunching off the bed as 
much as she could, Shari worked her ass around in frantic, jerky circles. 
She cried incoherently through her parted lips while her nostrils flared 
with excitement. She never would have believed that making it with a dog 
could feel so good. Even with only his tongue reaming out her fuck-hole, 
Shadow gave to her what a man should give her. 

Then the final orgasmic series of contractions began. Shari could feel them 
begin deep in the pit of her cunt. It started as a tight little ball, 
rolling and expanding every minute as Shadow's licking became more intense. 

Sensing the blonde. teenager's urgency, the Doberman concentrated on her 
clitty shaft. He whined and whimpered, twisting his head around and 
slobbering his tongue against the small but hard little shaft. 

Shari cried, snapping her legs together, letting them sag apart, then 
snapping them together once more. She twisted around and around, trapping 
the growling dog's head between her legs and trying to draw his head further 
into her cunt with knee action. Her titties bounced and rolled while her 
head snapped back and forth She looked as if she was being whipped as her 
orgasm finally rose and crashed down on the young girl. 

"AIYEEEEE!" Shari shouted. 

Her eyelids fluttered open when the first big spasm hit her cunt like a 
punching fist. Shadow whimpered, lapping up the flowing juices as another 
and another contraction ripped through Shari's cunt. Her face became white 
as the big orgasm rolled over her like a tidal wave, leaving her exhausted 
and limp when it finally subsided. 

"Very good, Shari, very good," Paul said, clapping slowly and rhythmically. 

The young girl rolled up her eyes and stared dully at her uncle. What could 
she do? She had been tied up and forced to submit to an animal's lusts. The 
young girl knew she didn't have to enjoy it as much as she did. Shari 
realized she must have put on quite a show for her uncle. 

"Oh God," the girl moaned, twisting her head away from his stare and letting 
her head hang down. Waves of shame and horror swept over her now. A dog, a 
dog had done-THIS to her! It was too horrible to imagine. She'd heard of 
this sort of thing happening before. But that was in Mexico or Spain where 
women were so poor they'd do anything to feed their families. But she, Shari 
had enjoyed it simply because it felt good. What kind of pervert was she 
turning into? 

"You're gonna be a star, baby," Paul said, pushing himself away from the 
doorframe and swaggering to the bed. Shadow was still resting between the 
girl's legs, lapping his paws. Paul moved up next to the bed. Shadow turned 
his head around and lowered his jaw. Shari saw his pink tongue, the 
wonderful pink tongue that had done so many beautiful things with her pussy, 
hang out. Small fragments of her blonde cunt hair still stuck to the corners 
of his black lips. Paul reached down and patted the big dog on the head. 

"Let me go, let me go right now," Shari begged. 

Her big eyes filled with tears that rolled down her flushed cheeks. She felt 
a horror and a sorrow build up in her. Right now all she wanted to do was to 
creep into a corner and curl up. The entire world seemed to be standing 
around and pointing an accusing finger at her. 

"Not just yet," Paul said, fingering the bulge between his legs. 

"Oh no, no, not again!" Shari cried when she saw what he was doing. 

Paul laughed. 

"No, I'm not gonna fuck you," he said. "At least I won't do that until you 
get cleaned up. 

"Just wait a second," he said, turning around and walking out the bedroom. 
"Take good care of her, Shadow, while I'm gone." 

Shari lay quietly in bed, thinking over what had just happened. She felt 
sick to her stomach and wanted to throw up. But the dog was there, and the 
futility of doing anything like that convinced her that the best thing to do 
was simply sit and wait for her uncle to return. Whatever he did to her, 
sooner or later he would let her go, then she would run away. She'd find 
Jack and tell him what his father had done to her. But would he believe her? 

Shari's mind thought about this for half an hour before she felt a pleasant 
drowsiness creep over her. Sleep, blessed sleep finally came and transported 
her temporarily from the horrors of her uncle. 

The sound of metallic clanking brought the girl to consciousness again. 

"What are you doing?" she asked sleepily, blinking her eyes and trying to 
focus on what was happening in front of her. 

"I told you, you were going to be a star," he said. "Well, you are, although 
you won't be starring with Robert Redford." 

He snickered as he finished setting up. 

Shari saw what had happened. Paul had set up a mini studio. There were two 
portable lights, a camera and a light meter. He must have brought them with 
him in the trunk of his big Seville. 

"Please, no, don't," Shari begged. Her face would be in every porno house in 
the country! The thought horrified her. There'd be no place to hide. The few 
friends she had would run away rather than be associated with her. She'd be 
the scorn and laughing stock of the country. 

"How did you think I made my money, oil?" Paul said. "Baby, I go around the 
country with this little outfit and make myself a bundle. You just fell like 
a little piece of good luck into my lap," Paul said, finishing with the 
adjustment of the lights. 

He flicked on a master switch, and suddenly the dark bedroom was flooded 
with a blinding white light. 

Shari twisted her face away and closed her eyes. The big dog growled, then 
settled back into his resting position. He had been through this before. 

"Come on, boy, come on," Paul urged. 

Shari felt the dog at her feet. She felt his cold snout press against her 
inner thighs. Then the licking began. Slowly, he started to grow more 
intense and growl louder and lower. 

This time Shari couldn't feel anything but horror and degradation. The sound 
of the movie camera whirring only a few feet in front of her burned into her 
brain. It was the sound of her ultimate humiliation and destruction. How 
could her own flesh and blood be doing something like this to her? 

"OHHHHH!" the young blonde girl moaned. Involuntarily, she felt her body 
responding to the wet, warm licking friction against her pussy. But it did 
comfort and excite her at the same time. 

Shari rocked her body slowly from side to side. She bit her lower lip until 
she tasted blood. She would keep her face hidden from the camera at least. 

 CHAPTER SIX 

Shari tossed on the bed as before. Her cunt ran with the thick juices while 
Shadow's tongue snaked up and down her wet crack. Paul moved the camera 
around, focusing on the girl's twisting body from various angles. Shari was 
aware of the camera and tried to keep her face hidden. However, the idea 
that someone was photographing her in this unspeakable act excited her to 
the core of her soul. 

Just when she was about to cum again, Paul stopped shooting, and set the 
camera down and pulled Shadow away from the girl's wet, sopped-down cunt. 

Shari looked at him questioningly, her face a mask of twisted animal 
sex-hunger. 

"Oh baby, you're gonna be hot for this," Paul said, reaching down and 
unfastening the ropes that had chewed into her flesh and drawn blood. Shari 
watched quietly while her uncle then moved to her wrists and unfastened her 
arms. Now was the time for her to escape, but the girl was too ravaged by 
her perverse sexual desires to do anything but obey her uncle and do 
anything he wanted. 

"Oh, God, God," the girl moaned. Every movement seemed painful to her 
aroused body. 

"Just roll over," Paul said, moving his hands under her ass, pinching the 
hot, resilient flesh and helping her around. 

Shari did as she was told, getting into a crouching-bitch position with her 
ass facing the camera. Shadow sat patiently on the edge of the bed, his long 
tongue hung out the side of his mouth while the girl's ass wagged in his 
face. Shari leaned forward, pressing her forehead against the headboard. She 
felt her titties hang down, pulling at her chest. Her nipples brushed 
against the cool cotton sheets. In a flash the girl remembered how she'd 
changed the sheets that morning, humming to herself happily as she drew the 
slipcover over them. She would have never guessed they would be witness to a 
horror like this. 

She heard her uncle moving around behind her, picking up the camera and 
starting it once more. He told her to wag her ass back and forth. Sobbing 
and feeling her face burn with shame, Shari did as she was told. 

Shadow got up from his sitting position and moved up behind her. She felt 
his breath against her ass. He sniffed a few times at her slicked down cunt 
hair that poked from under her crotch and pointed toward her tight ass-hole. 

Then the final act began. Rearing back, the big Doberman leaped up and 
settled quickly on Shari's back. The girl cried out in surprise and fear. 
Her knees and elbows bent from the sudden weight. She could feel something 
hot and hard rub against her right inner thigh. That, she knew, had to be 
Shadow's dog cock. Soon it would be in her pussy, reaming her out, spilling 
its spunk into her cunt. Oh God, how she wanted to throw herself out the 
window and end it all! 

"That's it, boy, fuck her, stick her good with your cock," Paul encouraged 
excitedly. He moved up with the camera, focusing the lens on Shari's red, 
puffy cunt lips. 

Shari moaned. The dog's sharp toenails cut into the flesh just behind her 
hanging titties. His head flattened in the sagging valley between her 
shoulder blades while his haunches moved jerkily behind her. 

He tried to position himself for the initial fucking entry. He made several 
jabs, thrusting his bony, knobby dick into the air. Saliva drooled out of 
his mouth, oozing onto the back of Shari's bent neck. 

She let out a cry, hanging her head and sobbing wildly. She clawed at the 
sheets, tearing them with her fingernails. If it only would get on with it 
and end! 

Shadow made a few more tentative jabs, then pulled back and squatted down 
further. Shari could feel his cock edge up to her long, wet cuntal slash. 
She felt her heart contract and shoot up to her throat as the pointed red 
cocktip snaked through her cunt hair, then moved into position for a fuck. 
Shadow growled and twisted his head to the tight and stared off into space 
as his ass-cheeks squeezed together and drove his doggie dick into Shari 
like a steam-driven spike. 

"AHHHHH!" the blonde cried. Her body stiffened, then trembled mightily. 
Shari's eyes bulged out and her head snapped up and then rolled from side to 
side. 

She was being fucked by a dog. Her cunt was actually pierced by this 
animal's cock! She shook her head back and forth, feeling a burning shock 
sear her mind and soul. No, this couldn't be happening to her, her daddy's 
girl, her mother's sweet daughter. But the inexorable pushing of Shadow's 
thick doggie cock up her cunt told her differently. 

"Back into it, baby, that's it," Paul coaxed, moving around to the head of 
the bed and taking several shots of Shari's twisted, confused face. 

"Please stop it, it hurts!" the girl cried. But she lied. Shari felt nothing 
at first except the horror and shame of being fucked by a dog. Shadow's 
warm, heavy body pressed down on her like a ticklish weight while his 
rubbery, hot and bumpy dog cock had peeled back her cunt lips and stabbed 
down into the throat of her snatch. 

But now Shari found herself oddly responding to the big dog's fucking. The 
Doberman whined and whimpered, pulling his cock out, then driving it home 
again. Shari bucked instinctively, moving her ass from side to side slowly. 
She felt Shadow hugging her tighter, his ass rising and falling more rapidly 
while his cock reamed out her snatch. 

"Oh, oh, oh," Shari grunted with each powerful downward thrust. There was 
something strangely exciting about being almost annihilated by the big 
animal's powerful fuck pounding. The girl cried and sobbed, trying not to 
show any excitement in her face, and yet powerless to help herself. 

"He's gonna shoot pretty soon, baby. Get ready," Paul taunted. 

Shari sucked in a ragged breath. Her cunt was fired up like a blast furnace. 
She couldn't believe she was acting like a whore and fucking this wildly 
with a dog. And yet it seemed the most natural thing in the world. 

Shadow's fucking was frenzied now. His face twisted from side to side. His 
big dark brown eyes glazed over and rolled around his head. His sides moved 
in and out as his breathing became irregular snorts. The bumps on his 
funnel-shaped doggie dick tickled as it ran over and over the wet smooth 
edges of Shari's cunt lips. She squatted down more, letting those knobs rub 
against her clitty shaft. 

"God, oh fuckin' God," the girl blurted out. She was beyond anything and 
anyone now. Her body matched the big Doberman's fucking strokes, hammering 
her cunt hard against his groin. Shari felt his small balls slapping against 
the rounded bottoms of her ass-cheeks. 

Then Shadow's throaty growls turned into high-pitched whimpers, Shari knew 
he was cumming. She could feel his dick ballooning in her cunt, pushing 
against the slick sides of her twat. The Doberman's body shook for a second, 
then pressed even harder against her. Shari sucked in another deep breath, 
then almost fell on her face as she felt her orgasm rise and crash over her 
twat as before. 

Woman and dog came together, their cum mingling into one another. Howls from 
the young girl mixed with yelps from the Doberman, ringing off the walls 
until Paul thought he would go deaf from the hellish racket. Doggie spunk 
shot out of Shadow's pussy-surrounded prong, spraying the sides of Shari's 
contracting snatch. The young girl sucked it in as much as she could, 
feeling her cunt swell up with the jizz quickly. More cum still blew out of 
Shadow's long, thick boner, oozing out from between Shari's stretched cunt 
lips and trickling down her inner thighs to her knees. 

The blonde teenager didn't know how long she and the Doberman remained 
locked together in their unholy embrace. Suddenly the warm weight that had 
caressed her was gone. Shari collapsed on her belly, covering her face with 
her arms and feeling the sobs she had restrained before rise up and 
overpower her. 

"Hey, that was good, baby," he said. "You don't know how much I've had to 
pay broads to act like that. And you do it free." 

He shut off the big lights and rolled them into the far corner. Shadow 
trotted out of the bedroom and went downstairs for some food Paul had left 
for him in the kitchen earlier. 

"Oh why, why?" the girl cried into her pillow, curling her slender fingers 
into two tight fists and pounding her mattress futilely. She was trapped 
into something so sick and vile it sickened her to think of it. And yet what 
could she do? 

"Watchin' you and ol' Shadow there made me pretty hot," Paul said. You ever 
suck cock, Shari?" 

The words bit into her like a set of shark's jaws. It was the only thing she 
hadn't done yet. 

"Haven't you done enough to me?" the girl sobbed. 

Paul said nothing more. He reached down and pulled her back onto her ass. At 
the same time he reached down and unzipped his Levi's once more, pushing the 
halves apart and pulling out his half-stiff cock. Shari watched as he milked 
his cockmeat hard until its red, meaty tip was almost touching her nose. No, 
she couldn't give into this. It was the last straw. The girl saw her 
handsome uncle tower over her, ready to smash her into a million tiny pieces 
if she disobeyed. 

Something snapped inside Shari that minute. She felt her body melting. There 
was a lush hotness moving from her belly down to the fat, swelling lips of 
her cunt. She could feel the doggie jizz ooze from her violated hole. And in 
spite of the two hard cums she'd had with Shadow, Shari felt herself ready 
to cum again. Her clit and titty tips grew hard once more. 

Instinctively the girl reached up and wrapped her fingers around her uncle's 
cock. The hot flesh throbbed immediately under her light touch. Thick drops 
of cock juice bubbled out of his piss-slit and ran over her palm. As the 
hot, meaty cock throbbed a second time, Shari greedily squeezed it. Her hand 
jacked up and down, pulling the flexible covering over the hard, steely cock 
core. 

"Yeah, jack it baby, jack it," Paul sighed, .rocking back and forth on the 
bed. He moved his hands up and slid his fingers through his niece's golden 
hair. Shari felt his hands pressing down on her skull. She repeated her jack 
off motions with her fingers, rolling up her eyes and watching Paul sway 
drunkenly from side to side in front of her. 

"Suck it now," he told her. 

Silently Shari obeyed. She opened her mouth, her full lips pulling back as 
she sank forward. She felt the soft meaty head of his hot cock brush against 
her lips. Paul pushed her down and shoved his cock forward. In an instant 
his cock was inside her mouth, making her cheeks puff out with its 
thickness. 

"Ohhh baby, head, head," he moaned. 

Paul moaned again and twisted his hips back and forth, making his cock turn 
and twist inside Shari's small mouth. The girl felt his throbbing rod brush 
over the inside of her cheeks. Her tongue lashed over his dick, flicking at 
the thick ridge bulging out at the sensitive underside of her uncle's prick. 

Then Shari felt the fleshy head push back over her tongue, going further 
toward the back of her mouth. Shari took a deep breath and let Paul push his 
dick into her throat. She held her breath for a second, then snorted through 
her nostrils. Paul's hands held her tightly against his crotch. She could 
smell the thick, sharp aroma of his groin. It was the most delicious perfume 
she had ever smelled. The salty taste in her mouth made her cunt hot and 
messy again. 

The two of them rocked back and forth until she began to gag for air. 
Slowly, Paul let her go. She sucked in air through her nose again, keeping 
his cock in her mouth. Her tongue lashed it. She licked, tasted it with her 
mouth, sucked harder and harder. 

At the same time Shari strummed her cunt using the sticky, cool animal cum 
as a lubricant to grease down her humming clitty shaft. Paul was frantic 
now, pumping madly away until the back of his cock beat against the back of 
Shari's throat. 

Minutes later he stiffened. His fingers dug hard into her skull. Shari 
grabbed her clitty and squeezed down hard, feeling a cum ripple across her 
aching cunt as soft as a baby's kiss. At the same time her mouth filled with 
Paul's hot, salty-tasting jizz. He groaned and swore, rotating his hairy 
ass-cheeks around and around while he sprayed the girl's mouth with his cum. 

Shari let out several strangled sobs, blowing out a mixture of spittle and 
jizz as she fought for her breath. But Paul held on firmly, emptying the 
last of his cum out of his tight hanging balls before letting her go.- 

"Yeah, baby, you're gonna be a star," he said, rolling off the bed after 
shooting off the last of his load. Shari watched silently, raising her hands 
and wiping the cum from her cheeks and chin with the backs of her wrists. 

"And don't think you can get away and tell anyone," Paul said, reading her 
mind as he bent down and picked up his camera. 

"I'm takin' this over to a friend of mine in Charleston tonight to get it 
develped. If you run away or tell, I'll make sure this here film gets in 
every porno shop in the country." 

"How do I know you won't do it anyway?" the girl cried from the bed. 

"You don't," he said. "But it's my handle over you. I've got plenty of shots 
without your face to make a lot of coin. You play it smart and I'll share it 
with you. You can be a rich little girl if you stick with me. No one'll ever 
know what you're up. to. 

"And I'll have the insurance with me in case you get funny," Paul warned, 
patting his camera, then wheeling the lights out behind him. 

Shari sank back against the headboard, covering her face with both hands as 
the door closed and locked. 

"God, oh God, I'm trapped!" she sobbed, rolling over and burying her face in 
the pillow. 

 CHAPTER SEVEN 

"Please, Uncle Paul, no. You promised you wouldn't make me do it anymore," 
Shari pleaded. 

The young blonde teenager sat in the living room couch with her hands folded 
tensely in her lap. She looked up at her uncle, her eyes filling up with 
tears. It had been three days since Paul had forced her to fuck Shadow. He 
had left her alone, rarely seeking her except occasionally outside or at 
breakfast. Shari had slept poorly, thinking about the act with the dog 
itself and her reaction to it. The girl knew she should have been horrified 
at what happened. She should want to escape with her entire soul. But Shari 
enjoyed having Shadow lick her pussy, then fuck her cunt with his boner. It 
had driven her wild with animal lust. Her uncle saw that and held it over 
her now. 

"Come on, Shari," Paul said. "We both know you're one of those kind of women 
who-likes to make it with the animals, a regular female Doctor Doolittle." 

He laughed cruelly. He stood in a pair of Levi cutoffs. His broad, hairy, 
tapered chest was completely bare. Shari felt her cunt lips begin to tingle 
and swell in spite of herself. That maddening itch-the sensation of a slow 
achy tightening of her pussy membranes-began all over again. 

"You said..." the girl began to say. 

"Come on," Paul said impatiently. "I want a few more pictures of you." 

"No pictures! NO PICTURES!" Shari cried, sinking back protectively into the 
couch cushions. 

Why didn't her cousin Jack come back? Shari knew he would protect her. If 
nothing else, his presence would prevent Paul from doing anything more to 
her. 

"Don't worry, nobody's gonna recognize you," Paul said tiredly. "Now are you 
going to get up, or am I going to have to carry you to the barn." 

"The barn?" 

Shari's eyes opened wide. What on earth could he have planned for her. No, 
that was the last straw. She could never live with herself if she moved 
willingly. 

"Goddamn it!" Paul muttered under his breath, dropping his hands and moving 
quickly to the couch. Shari struggled in his tight grip, curling her fingers 
into two tight fists and pummeled her uncle's face and chest with them. But 
it was useless. Paul turned his head. He scooped her up in his powerful arms 
and walked out the door with her. 

"I'll scream!" she threatened. 

"Howl away," he retorted. "Nobody's gonna hear you. The hands have gone 
home. You know as well as I do there's no place around here for miles." 

Shari felt her heart sink into her shoes. Her uncle was right. She gave up 
fighting, sagging heavily in his arms as he moved onto the porch, down the 
steps and across the courtyard to the large faded red barn building. 

Shari wrinkled up her nose the minute they walked in. Her father hadn't used 
that building for years, having built a new barn several thousand feet 
behind the house five years ago. It was used primarily for storage of farm 
equipment and anything else that got in the way. 

Now the young girl smelled the distinct odor of animal shit and urine. Paul 
was keeping something in there. 

"Okay, there you go," he said, putting her gently down on the hay stubble. 
Shari raised her hands and rubbed her upper arms. It was silent for the 
moment inside. She recognized the portable lamps leaning against one of the 
stalls. This was going to be the new scene of her latest humiliation! 

"Get undressed, slowly," Paul said, backing away and reaching down for the 
light switch. 

There was that familiar blinding light. Shari raised her hands protectively 
to her eyes. She could see nothing except the area immediately around her. 

"But ... " she protested. 

"You heard me," Paul said angrily, snapping his fingers impatiently. 

Reluctantly the girl obeyed, crisscrossing her arms and peeling off her 
white cotton t-shirt. 

Shari enjoyed the soft scratchy feeling the material made as it rubbed 
against her nipples, raising her jugs as it slid over her head, then letting 
them go to swing gently on her chest. Bending down, Shari slipped off her 
tennis shoes, laying them carefully down side by side as if she were going 
to bed. In the distance she could hear the camera whirring. 

Swallowing hard, the young blonde unzipped her white shorts, hooking her 
thumbs around the leg bands and pulling the briefs down to her ankles. She 
saw Paul move in with his camera, getting a close shot of her hairy cunt. 
The lens seemed to burn into her pussy. She tilted her head back and closed 
her eyes in shame. It was as if the eyes of thousands of people were peering 
at her most private parts. 

"Okay, over there," he ordered. Shari looked where Paul was pointing. There 
was a large rectangular wooden table some twenty feet on the other side of 
the barn. Her father had used it as a work bench at one time. The paint was 
nearly gone from age and wear. What on earth did Paul want to do with her 
there? 

Shari walked obediently through the sharp hay stubble and noticed the odor 
of animals grew stronger as she walked. She thought she heard something 
breathing heavily near-by. Paul made so much noise pulling the lights after 
him as he followed her, Shari couldn't be sure what kind of animal-if 
any-was there. 

"What are you doing?" the girl cried, jerking back and slapping her bare 
ass-cheeks against the edge of the table. 

"Lighting up," Paul said. The flare of a match startled her. 

"You don't smoke," she said. 

"For this picture I do," he said, taking a long drag, then holding it in his 
mouth while he screwed the camera onto a tall tripod. 

"I'm puttin' this little number on automatic. It's got a light meter with 
lens adjuster. For what I want it ought to be fine." 

Shari climbed onto the table, turning over and laying on her back as her 
uncle told her. The whirring of the camera filled the large building. 

"This is something a lot of people enjoy," Paul said, swaggering up to her 
with the cigarette still in his mouth. He stood like a monster next to her 
supine body, his power annihilating her defenses. Shari felt her heart beat 
faster and faster as she looked at his bare chest, his thick neck, his 
cruelly handsome face leering down at her. 

Paul took the cigarette out of his mouth and held it over her titties. 

"I like pink nipples," Paul said. "I like them on a girl like you, Shari." 
He slowly brought the glowing tip of his cigarette to within a few inches of 
the blonde's right nipple. 

Shari took a deep breath and held it. She could feel the sharp heat burning 
her nipple flesh. She could brush that hand away. She could probably crawl 
off that table. And yet something riveted her to that spot, making her cunt 
sweat out pussy juice. Shari felt her body turning lush and warm under 
Paul's hot stare. Her eyes narrowed and focused in on that glowing cigarette 
tip as it came closer and closer to her titties. 

"They say pleasure and pain are two sides of the same coin-sort of like love 
and hate," Paul said. "Maybe tonight you'll find out what they talk about." 

Shari couldn't understand what her uncle was saying. All she knew was that 
her cunt hurt from sexual heat and tension and that the cigarette was 
starting to burn her nipple. It was starting to hurt a lot. But deep inside 
Shari was feeling something else. She was feeling an unusually intense 
excitement. The sight of the burning cigarette glowing an inch from her 
nipple made her twitch and shiver. Paul smiled. The sadist in him enjoyed 
that kind of reaction in a woman. And he also knew the audience for this 
kind of film would be immense. 

When Shari sobbed he moved the cigarette closer and closer. When he touched 
it to her nipple, she held her breath. At first there was nothing. Then 
there was searing, agonizing pain. 

"AHHHJEEYYYE!" the girl screamed, jerking her hands up and knocking her 
uncle's fingers away from her titties. The awful, agonizing pain shot 
through her. 

Sobbing and turning away from Paul the young blonde rubbed her sore, burned 
nipple with the palm of her right hand. Lost, lost, she thought. There was 
nothing she could do. He'd kill her, slaughter her here on her father's 
table like a pig in the slaughter house. 

"No, NO!" Paul cried, reaching down and yanking her back to her original 
position by the hair. Shari cried out again, reaching up and flailing at 
Paul's hands with her sharp fingernails. She jerked up her knees, using her 
feet as weapons while Paul struggled with her. 

"Damn it, you're a little bitch, but this'll be good for the flick," the big 
man grunted, raising his big paw high in the air and smacking her hard 
across the face. "You'll have to just lay back and take it." 

Paul backed away slowly, leaving Shari sobbing on the table. He stopped the 
camera, opened it and examined the film. He moved quickly away, fished 
around in a small metal case, pulled out fresh film and reloaded the camera. 
Then he moved to another larger case, opened it and pulled out a weird 
assortment of different objects. They all looked like earrings, except the 
earscrews were much too large. 

Returning-to the table, Paul turned on the camera, then reached down and 
tugged her thighs widely apart. The big man took the first object and slid 
it down to her pussylips. It was cold and metallic against her soft flesh. 
Sheri felt her right cunt lip being tugged away from the center of her pussy 
slit as Paul started screwing the over-sized earrings tighter and tighter. 
He had her cunt lip trapped in the screw and was pulling it against her 
right thigh. 

"Good," Paul said, smiling as the girl gritted her teeth in pain. The 
pulling sensation was agonizing, and Shari was afraid the earring might 
actually tear into her flesh. 

Next her uncle pulled her left cunt lip to the side and started screwing it 
against her left thigh. In a few moments the young blonde's cunt lips were 
so far apart a bus could have driven into the throat of her cunt. 

Next Paul took some cord and bound her wrists to the legs of the table, 
stretching her arms over her head until she looked like an unfortunate 
female victim of the Spanish Inquisition. The cord was thin and cut into her 
flesh. She discovered that the more she struggled, the more it would hurt. 

Finally Paul bound her ankles to her thighs. Her knees pointed straight up 
in the air. Then he attached a loop to one knee, ran the rope under the 
table, then ran it around to the other knee to prevent her from snapping her 
knees and thighs together. The entire process took several minutes, 
fascinating the young blonde as much as terrifying her. 

"Now, we will have some fun," Paul told her as she quietly lay there. Paul 
undressed, pushing his cutoffs down to his knees and exposing the giant cock 
that had violated both her ass and her mouth. It looked larger and thicker 
than she remembered it. The heavy balls swung lazily back and forth as Paul 
stepped out of his cutoffs and hung them carefully on the wall behind her. 

"One more change," he said, stopping the camera, changing the film, and 
turning it on once more. Reaching in the second case once more, the big man 
pulled out a black leather riding crop and moved up to her. Before Shari 
realized what he was doing, he brought it down hard between her thighs. The 
leather thong struck like a jagged tooth against her clitty. 

"Eeeeeyyyaggghhh!" the blonde screamed, writhing insanely on the table. She 
arched her back, her muscles squeezing tensely and bulging out against her 
flesh. She dug her feet into the table top, pushing up hard and trying to 
snap her knees together to prevent another such blow. But the ropes bit 
cruelly into her skin, preventing her from avoiding this attack. 

The crop struck a second time, this blow somewhat off to her left. It 
bruised the inner flesh of her left cunt lip. The pull of the metal screws 
intensified the pain even more. Shari's fingers worked desperately, clawing 
at the air while her head jerked from side to side. Tears of agony spilled 
from her eyes and streaked her cheeks while tendons stood out in her neck. 
Her mouth was pulled back tightly into a scar while her nostrils flared and 
quivered. She was an animal; an animal tied and tortured on this table while 
the camera whirred monotonously in the background. 

Paul kept on striking her again and again with his crop. Shari cried and 
shrieked, jerking her body as much as she could and begging him between 
howls to stop. But there was a dull, glazed look in Paul's eyes. He was 
slowly giving into the glow of sadism rising steadily in his body. He was 
doing this to make his smut film, but the big man also enjoyed the torturing 
of his beautiful young niece as well. 

Soon Paul tired of striking his crop on the girl's soft cunt and began to 
work on her soft, flat white belly. He raised a series of red welts. Some of 
them began to bleed. Still, he kept on beating her. Shari felt the crop 
flick between her thighs again. This time the thong stung her buttocks, 
whipping them up until they glowed red. 

"Cry out, baby," Paul said. "Go on, beg me to stop," 

Shari looked at his face. It was a twisted mask of crazed passion. It 
terrified her as much as thrilled her. In spite of herself, the girl felt 
her cunt heating up and juicing. The pussy oil oozed from her jagged crack, 
burning as it flowed into the small cuts inflicted by the crop all around 
her cunt lips. 

"No, I won't. You'll never make me beg," Shari cried defiantly. 

"So, you haven't had enough, eh?" Paul said, smirking as he threw down the 
riding crop. He brought the flat of his left hand against her right cheek, 
then backhanded her left cheek. Shari felt the heat and sting of his slaps. 
But now she felt a hellfire of lust deep in her belly that lapped and licked 
at her cunt. Paul saw this in her face and smiled. His plan had succeeded. 
He had turned his innocent niece into a ranging wild woman whose thirst for 
perverted sex would go unquenched. 

 CHAPTER EIGHT 

Shari's body squirmed and strained under Paul's moving hands as he sank his 
tongue into her mouth. Crazed with lust, fury and terror, the young girl 
tried to bite the stiff thing invading her mouth. His tongue escaped her 
teeth, then returned to attack every ridge and hollow inside. Her long hair 
was held by one of his large hands, while the other hand reached under her 
hips and squeezed her bleeding ass-cheeks. The pressure of his fingers 
against her ass intensified the lust she felt flaming up against the juicing 
walls of her cunt. 

Shari might have been screaming if it weren't for 

Paul's tongue and mouth blocking the way. The blonde tasted his spit in her 
throat. It acted as if it were gasoline inflaming her perverted lust. 

The pressure of the screws on her cunt lips made her flush with desire. She 
wanted a cock inside her. She knew a dick as large as her uncle's would 
stretch her little tight cunny to the limits. And that is exactly what Shari 
wanted. 

The girl felt shocking thrills of lust rip through her as Paul climbed on 
top of her and pushed his massive dork into her belly. He ground his hips 
around, moving them in a clockwise motion. His cock slid around the hot, wet 
flesh on a layer of its own greasy cum. Shari sucked in a deep breath, 
feeling the hard, hot cock burn her. 

Soon Paul's mouth was all over her face, kissing her lips and throat. She 
hated, loathed and loved this man beyond belief. The pain in her cunt was as 
intense as the pleasure throbbing and pulsing through her twat. It was a 
kind of punishment mixed with the forbidden pleasure she felt. Her large, 
melon-shaped tits heaved up and down as Paul's fingers pulled on her 
nipples. She bit at him again, only to have him slap her. Her ass thumped 
wildly on the table. Her ankles strained to free themselves from the ropes 
holding them against her thighs. Even that pain filled her with a perverse 
delight. 

Then Paul moved around, sliding his legs under his ass and sitting on her 
chest. He fingered her balloon-like tits with a smile while dangling his 
cock in her face. 

"Look at it, baby," he said. "Kind of like a jackass's cock, right? LOOK AT 
IT!" 

Shari stared at the big one-eyed monster throbbing in Paul's right hand. Her 
face was wet, streaked with perspiration. Her long blonde hair was fanned 
out on the table. She saw the hungry stare in the wolf-like eyes of her 
uncle. She knew he wanted her more than ever. But there was a restraint he 
showed in them also. It was as if he were preparing her for someone else. 

His knees pressed into her arm muscles as he leaned forward. He took the 
weight of his ass off her titties. His one hand moved through her hair, 
gripping her silky strands while his other tightly gripped his cock and 
aimed the large red head at her tightly compressed lips. 

"No," Shari murmured, trying to turn her head away. She didn't want that 
thing in her mouth again. Her cunt was too hot. She wanted it in her snatch, 
peeling back the inner labia, screwing itself down into the dark pink depths 
of her cunt. She rocked her body on the table, moaning and twisting in the 
ropes. 

"All right," he said, backing down and covering her body with his. With a 
single lunge, the big man sank his beating cock into Shari's cunt; The 
girl's body stiffened, trembling as if rocked by a giant underground 
earthquake. A strange whining ripped from her throat and filled the large 
empty building. Her knees snapped toward one another, then fell apart as the 
ropes prevented them from moving too closely together. Once past the 
separated outer cunt lips, Paul's cunt-splitting dick reamed through her 
fuck-hole, widening it until it hit rock bottom and bounced against her 
cervix. The blood-engorged cock was sheathed like a hand in a custom-made 
glove. Shari was tight, very tight; and that made the big man gasp almost as 
much as she did. 

"Huuuuuuuuuhhh!" Shari groaned, thinking her body had been split into two 
separate halves. 

The pressure was incredible inside her. At first she thought she would 
faint. And then the heat burning her cunt before returned. Her ass rubbed 
against the wooden table as she tried to back away from the prick stabbing 
her. She was completely pierced, nailed to the wooden table by Paul's thick 
throbbing spike. The way it forced her cuntal walls to separate made her 
think she was breaking apart. 

Easing back a little Paul flexed his hairy ass and sent his hard cock 
jerking back into her like a steam-driven blade. She screamed, then bubbled 
and gurgled with a mixture of pain and lust. Paul's hands gripped her 
shoulders, forcing them down further. The big man pummeled her cunt faster 
and faster, trenching out her cuntal slit with soft, wet sucking sounds. 
Each time she felt the massive cock slip from the confines of her snatch, 
hot breath roared from her flared nostrils. The hugeness of his stabbing 
cock let her feel everything against every fold and hollow in her pussy. 

Then Paul stopped, poised over her like an animal ready to pounce onto her. 
Only the fat meaty head of his dick lay buried inside her. She felt its 
flared body pulse against her inner cunt lips, threatening to spill out its 
load at the slightest false move. The girl lay quietly, staring up at her 
uncle. He moved slowly now, rubbing the top of his dickhead gently against 
the rounded top of her clitty. Shari closed her eyes and shuddered. Small, 
delicious tiny orgasms rippled through her cunt. 

Oh God, if it would only last! 

"Damn camera's empty," Paul muttered, climbing off the girl and reloading. 
"That's alright anyway," he said, closing the side of the camera case and 
wiping his forehead with the back of his palm. 

"I was getting too involved," he said. "I've got something better for you 
anyway." 

Shari panted like a bitch dog in heat on the table. He'd left her hanging in 
mid air, her pussy juicing and throbbing while his dick was miles away! Her 
eyes rolled toward him, glazed with burning lust. 

Paul smiled, then turned and disappeared into the shadows for a few minutes. 
She heard the sounds of bridles clanging. And then she saw what it was she'd 
heard earlier. Paul lead out the large donkey her father had bought several 
years ago as a joke for her mother. The big dark gray animal stared stupidly 
in front of him, his eyes roving around the barn until they settled on 
Shari. His thick lips peeled back, revealing two rows of square, yellowed 
teeth. The girl's fingernails clawed at the ropes as he brayed. Then she 
recognized something else. Shadow ran around the big animal, his stubby tail 
wagging around excitedly. Behind him was the German shepherd Max. He kept an 
eye on his buddy, looking quickly at Shari and Paul and wondering what his 
part would be in this drama. 

"Oh my God!" the young blonde cried, twisting hard against her bonds. All 
three animals-what a horror this would be! 

Paul snickered, snapping his fingers in front of his niece's exposed cunny. 
Shadow was the first one up on the table. Shari lifted her head and stared 
straight into the animal's eyes. She saw he recognized her and remembered 
what the two of them had done three days ago. Her eyes widened with horror 
as the big Doberman dropped his head into her pussy and started licking at 
the hot juices. 

Shari felt chills run through her body as Shadow's maw disappeared in the 
thick forest of her blonde cuntal curls. She could feel his hot wet breath 
blowing into her juicing cunt. His teeth scraped along the edges of her 
pussy walls. 

"Here, don't think we need these anymore," Paul said, stretching out his 
arms and painfully yanking off the screws from her cunt lips. Shari cried 
out, twisting around once more. 

But the big dog's jaws kept her quiet. Her struggles were useless and were 
only inflaming the animal. When his long pink tongue found its way up the 
slit to her extended clitty, the girl twisted open her mouth and let out a 
hellish yowl. 

"YYYYAAGGGGHHHH!" she bellowed, thrusting her tightened pussy up into the 
air. She fed the Doberman her cunt, twisting her thighs first to the right, 
then to the left to get the maximum friction from his stabbing tongue. He 
was lapping at her, caressing her cunt once more with his maw. She felt his 
short, ticklish fur brushing against her inner thighs. How she wanted to 
reach down and run her fingers through his short coat! But once more her 
hands were tied. 

Shari heard the Doberman growling. His whining and throaty sounds rumbled 
through her wet pussy, making her twist and shriek even louder to the 
rafters. 

Then Shadow tired of his game and stood up. The young blonde raised her head 
again with difficulty and stared heavy-eyed at the big dog. His long knobby 
boner stood out between his legs, pointed straight at her and beating like a 
heavy tree trunk swaying back and forth in the wind. It looked like a thick 
knife about to slice into her body. Shari licked her lower Up with her 
tongue, then sank back onto the table and waited for the inevitable. 

It came quickly. She could hear her uncle murmuring directions to the big 
Doberman as it climbed onto her body. Shari closed her eyes, feeling 
Shadow's heavy paws digging into her chest. Soon his maw was directly over 
her face. She could smell his horrible breath, feel his claws retracting, 
then come out again and nearly piercing her skin. He squatted, positioning 
himself to fuck her like a human lover. 

"Ahhh, OHHHHHH!" Shari cried. He was in her now. She could feel the first 
few inches of his knobby cock burrow into her slick cunt hole. Then more 
came, inch after hot animal inch, fucking her snatch. His cock's bumps 
tickled her clitty. For an instant the young blonde forgot an animal was 
fucking her. She twisted her ass around and around, licking her lips, 
moaning and mumbling sweet nothing to the big dog. 

Then she opened her eyes and instead of seeing a man's face there she saw 
the chin of Shadow's powerful black head. It was as if she were being raped 
by all hell. 

"No, don't," she said. "Oh God, God!" 

"God won't help you here," Paul taunted, aiming the camera at her face, then 
panning down to her violated snatch and Shadow's funnel shaped red dick 
plunging in and out of the furry hole like a oil well pump. 

"Get him off me, PLEASE!" Shari begged. 

"Feel that cock? Feel that hot, wet thing riding into you Shari?" Paul said, 
laughing and rubbing his stiff dick at the same time. 

Shari groaned, writhing against her cruel bonds. She grunted every time she 
felt the big knob just in front of Shadow's thick root bang against her 
flattened cunt lips. He tried to work it into her, twisting his haunches and 
pushing forward and down. Her big titties rolled, bounced and jerked 
together as spittle rolled out of the Doberman's mouth and trickled down to 
her throat and chest. Shadow's hunching became faster and harder. His grunts 
and growls matched the teenager's cries. 

"Hurrrrrhhh! Huhhrr!" Shari cried each time the long cock speared into her 
snatch. She thought her mind would go blank as the lust and horror built to 
a feverish explosive pitch. Her belly turned over faster and faster while 
her head spun. She thought she was going to vomit. She thought she was going 
to die. And at the same time, she was going to cum. 

Shari tensed up when she felt the animal's cock swell up inside her. She 
recognized Shadow's tiny little whimpers that signalled his orgasm. Closing 
her eyes and turning her head around the young blonde let out strangled 
gurgling sounds of revulsion as she felt something hot and wet spurt into 
her. Shadow growled, twisting his body around Shari's chest and belly. The 
young girl cried out, gasping in lungfuls of air, then letting them out with 
a rain of spittle. 

Shadow pounded her cunt again and again, squatting and shoving his cock in 
and out of her until his tiny sacs had dumped their hot load of jizz into 
her snatch. 

Then the big dog pulled out, turning around and jumping carefully onto the 
floor. Max looked curiously at his friend who trotted calmly behind the 
gaping donkey. He curled in the far corner after licking the tip of his 
receding red-tipped prong. 

Shari lay panting on the table. Her cunt was still hot in spite of the 
horror inflicted on it. Paul had trained her well in such a short period of 
time. He had released a fury inside her that knew no bounds. 

"Now for something a little different," Paul said, moving forward after 
stopping the action of the camera. He moved behind the table, loosening the 
ropes around her wrists, pushing her down to the edge of the table until the 
bottom edges of her ass rested at the far end. 

"Better for that," he mumbled mysteriously. 

Shari watched as he tightened her bonds again, stepping back and looking on 
either side of her spread thighs. 

"There's enough room," he said to himself, moving back and grabbing the 
reins hanging from the donkey's head. 

"Oh no, NO!" Shari cried. He was going beyond the limit of her endurance. 
What was happening to her now didn't even happen to the worse slut in 
Tijuana. Even whores who performed with animals had a rest. 

But Paul ignored her heated pleas, taking the animal by the reins and 
leading him up to the table. 

"I haven't worked with him before," Paul said. "But most of them know what 
to do once they see a hot cunt like yours." 

Shari's eyes widened. The donkey's jowls were wet with spittle. His 
fist-sized prong already was beginning to stretch out of his furry sheath. 

 CHAPTER NINE 

"He'll kill me," Shari screamed. "I swear he will. Oh God, don't do this to 
me. Please, oh God please, he'll tear me apart!" 

The blonde twisted and writhed in her bonds. The thin cords cut into her 
flesh, drawing blood as she desperately tried to scoot away from the braying 
donkey. 

But Paul's handiwork was too good. The ropes held fast. Nothing Shari could 
do would help her now. 

When the jackass came up to the table the young girl froze. She could see 
his nostrils had picked up the scent of the Doberman's cum. Below the table 
she could hear Max the shepherd scratching at the table's legs, whining and 
whimpering, wondering when he would get his turn at her cunt. 

Shari watched horrified as the animal's pointed ears pricked up, then bent 
forward. His sides began to pant in and out heavily as his big black nose 
twitched nervously. He tossed his head to one side, braying loudly with 
excitement. Looking past his powerful forelegs, the terrified blonde saw his 
cock extend, dropping from under his belly like a big torpedo-shaped rock. 
His coconut-sized balls swung lazily back and forth. He was going to fuck 
her! She was actually going to be fucked by that donkey, and her uncle was 
going to film the whole event! Shari almost threw up at the prospect. 

"Let's see how you do with Max first," Paul said. 

Shari kept her eyes riveted on the big donkey and his powerful rows of 
straight yellow teeth. She was afraid he would suddenly rape her without 
warning. She peered between her widely spread knees, staring at the dumb 
eyes that rolled around in that big head and stared back at her. 

Suddenly, she was aware of a great weight on her bare chest. It was the 
shepherd, his long tongue hanging out of his mouth. His big forepaws were 
pressed down on her fat titties the way Shadow's had. Paul was moving him up 
to Shari's face, something different. 

"I want you to suck him off," he ordered. 

The words made the girl's brain spin and whirl. Suck off a dog! What kind of 
degenerate did he think she was! 

"No, there's no way you can make me do that," she cried defiantly. The 
teenager turned her head away and pursed her lips tightly together. 

"You'll learn, young lady, to do what I ask without thinking twice," Paul 
said, backing away and foraging in his small briefcase. What was it-more 
whips, another riding crop? Shari smiled to herself. Those thoughts proved 
to excite her more than force her into submission. Nothing would make her 
suck off an animal. To take that ugly red knobby thing that was sticking out 
of Max's gray furry sheath sickened her just to think of it. No, she would 
draw the line there! 

Paul was busy doing something in the darkness. She heard him poking around, 
dragging objects in the dark. And then a faint reddish glow began to 
illuminate the darkened part of the barn. She strained against the ropes to 
see what he was doing. 

But she could not see more than just his head because of the big donkey in 
front. 

Max had begun to start licking her titties, letting his rough tongue lap 
around her stiff nipples. Shari twisted, but this time not as much. His 
steady, rhythmic licking had a soothing effect. Soon she felt her cunt heat 
up again. The odor of her seeping cunt juice was exciting the donkey and he 
brayed and stomped at the loose hay on the barn floor. 

While Paul adjusted the camera and reloaded once again, Shari lay back and 
enjoyed the big dog's lapping. Max enjoyed nuzzling the big melon-sized 
titties, rolling them together, then watching in fascination as they jiggled 
apart. Soon her breasts were shining with doggie spittle. Her nipples 
wrinkled into a maze of tiny lines and smoothed out again, forcing the 
inch-long red tips in and out. 

"We'll see how you hold out against me, baby," her uncle said. 

Shari looked up and saw Paul holding a large carving knife. Its blade 
gleamed in the bright light. She was really terrified now. What was he going 
to do, cut out her twat? She had heard of snuff movies where prostitutes 
were actually murdered while a camera filmed it to satisfy the warped tastes 
of people who enjoyed that sort of thing. My God, was her uncle involved in 
something like that? Was that what her parents were whispering about the day 
she walked into the kitchen and suddenly stopped when she asked them what 
her uncle had done?" 

She shook with absolute terror. The girl dropped her head back onto the 
table. She couldn't look at something as gruesome as what she was sure this 
would be. More of Shadow's cum rolled out of her pussy. The warm mess 
spilled from the triangular fold around her clitty. 

Shari held the side of her face against the pillow. Paul licked his lower 
lip as he surveyed the firm, round swell of her young ass-cheeks. In spite 
of the beating and the horrible raping her ass had received from him and the 
animals, her ass still seemed fresh and desirable to them. The quivering in 
her sphincters made the smooth white globes move, tightening and relaxing, 
inflaming Paul more and more. 

Her uncle breathed harder. His deep, shuddering breaths mixed with the 
donkey's braying and Max's whimpering. The dog steadied himself on Shari's 
chest, rubbing his cock back and forth against her side. 

Paul moved into the area of Shari's exposed cunt. The wet sticky line of her 
pussy cleft was totally exposed to him. Suddenly the girl felt the tip of 
the knife slide across one ass-cheek. Shari trembled. The arc it followed 
went from outside toward her waist, then slowly down to the sensitive curve 
where her ass met her thigh. The pressure increased as the needle-sharp 
point slid closer to her pussy. Shari wanted to scream, but she knew the 
slightest move would drive the tip through her skin. 

Shari's cunt sucked air, opening in an uncontrollable spasm as the knife 
traced across the outer line of her cunt lips. The soft moist vulnerability 
of the area terrified her. She bit her lip, her face twisting into a mask of 
concentration. Her eyelids wrinkled as she considered the idea of refusing 
to suck off the shepherd. 

The dagger was moved away from her. Shari let out her breath. She relaxed 
her muscles, thanking God that Paul had another change of heart. Then a 
shocking chill froze the center of her pussy. The flat of the blade pressed 
against the wet slit from her clit to her cunt hole. Shari's pussy clamped 
down on the knife blade, and the razor edge of the knife slid to her out 
labia. 

"Ahhh!" Shari cried at the pain. Yet her pussy repeated this milking action 
time and time again, running itself on the blade over and over. 

Paul carefully worked the knife down, pressing the tip harder against her 
clitty hood. Shari gasped. The pressure on her stiffened cum-center made a 
shock as sharp at the knife itself. Her back arched, opening her cunt even 
more. 

"Suck Max's cock, Shari," Paul demanded. 

His cock stuck out from his groin like a spear. Cum drooled from its tip. 
Torturing his niece in this slow, agonizing way drove him up the wall with 
lust. Max's bushy tail wagged eagerly while his cock slid completely out of 
his sheath. 

Shari refused to answer. The knife rocked back and forth on her clit. The 
repeated touch and chill of the blade sent streams of incredible lust 
through her. She slowly became conscious of the tiny slits on the edges of 
her cunt lips. The stinging cunt juice dribbling across the small wounds 
made her clit swell bigger, blossoming out like a balloon. 

Shari's pulse raced. She opened her eyes and saw Paul hovering over her. He 
was stroking his thick cock with his left hand while the other moved the 
knife around on her pussy. 

"Ahhh!" Shari grunted. The tip of the knife sliced into her clit folds. The 
searing pain was inseparable from the thrill of this touch. 

Shari's cunt was on fire. The constant rush of pussy juice across and into 
the cuts felt like salt and lemon rubbed into whip stripes. Her head 
throbbed wildly from the excitement. 

He's going to cut me with that thing, Shari thought to herself as the knife 
kept on digging harder and further in. Paul dragged the tip of the knife 
back, stinging a groove down to the edge of her cunt mouth. The buzzing, 
spinning flashes from her clitty slackened. Her pussy burned as if filled 
with acid. She rolled her hips forward, wanting anything to satisfy her 
hungry, chewing cunt. 

"The dog," Paul insisted, drawing the knife away. 

"No, never," Shari said. 

The thought of his cock down her throat still revolted her, although the 
fear and following excitement of the knife against her cunt wore down her 
resistance. 

"Very well," Paul said, dropping the knife and turning to where the light 
Shari had seen earlier was most intense. 

She heard metallic scraping. Then Paul returned with what looked like a 
branding iron. The brazier! Shari remembered how her father was so proud 
when he brought it at a swap meet. It was an antique or something. Little 
did the old man know it would become an instrument of his daughter's 
debasement and torture. 

"Suck him, for the last time," Paul said, silently hoping she would refuse. 

"No," Shari said, her eyes moving from the dog to the donkey to the branding 
iron, then back to the dog once again. 

"Off," Paul said, stretching out his left hand and knocking Max roughly off 
the table. The German shepherd wined and growled, but sat obediently by the 
donkey's forelegs while Paul continued with Shari's humiliation. 

Without a word the big man pressed the red hot iron firmly between the 
girl's big titties. Violently the girl screamed. Her body jerked on the 
table, twisting in the ropes. The acrid smell of burning flesh filled the 
immediate area. Both the donkey and dog backed away as Shari shrieked, 
twisted, and sobbed for mercy. 

Paul pulled the iron off, leaving a big cross imprinted on her flesh. Smoke 
rose from the large reddened area as Shari's cries died down into sobbing 
weeping sounds. She sobbed hysterically, then pulled up her head to look at 
the German Iron Cross burned permanently between her tits. Again Paul walked 
back into the shadows, throwing the branding iron back into the coals of the 
fired brazier to heat it up. 

Paul picked up a bucket of water and hauled it to the table, splashing part 
of it onto the girl's branded flesh. 

"Ohhhh!" Shari gasped, turning her head away as the water splashed up her 
nostrils. Her hair was plastered down to her scalp. At least the water 
soothed the injured flesh that still smoldered. 

"There's where I'll burn you next," he commented unemotionally, touching her 
left cunt lip. Shari shrank away from her uncle's touch. Now she knew he 
would go to any length to bend her to his will-disfigure her, destroy her if 
necessary. 

"I'll do what you want," she whispered. 

"Suck the dog's cock?" Paul asked, pleased at her sudden conversion. 

"I'll suck his cock, I'll fuck him, the donkey, all of you," she wept. "Just 
don't do that to me. Please, please." 

She wept hysterically. "I'll fuck them," Shari begged, "you, suck you all 
any time. Anything you want. Just don't do this to me again. Please, please, 
promise." 

Paul smiled triumphantly. He had never before heard such abject defeat and 
desperation in a woman's voice. And this was his own niece? Lust raged 
through him like a wild fire, and it was all he could do to keep from 
climbing onto the table himself and pummeling her with his fists while he 
fucked her wildly in the cunt. 

But first things came first. There was this "movie" to finish. And it 
required her to suck off Max, then get fucked by the braying donkey. They 
had been put off too long. 

Snapping his fingers, Paul called Max back up to the table. In short time 
the shepherd was on top of Shari, carefully crawling up until his dog cock 
was over her parted lips. Without hesitation Shari took his cock in her 
mouth, sucking in the doggie boner as if it were a lollipop. 

Paul laughed in derision, watching and fingering his cock as Shari's cheeks 
ballooned with the dog's meat inside her mouth. She bobbed her head back and 
forth as Max pushed down with his forelegs and hindquarters. He jabbed his 
dick into her mouth as if it were the tight cunt of some bitch dog. He had 
been trained well by Paul and he stood his ground, his big pointed ears 
twitching and flicking as his fucking motions became faster and more 
rhythmic. 

Shari gasped, spittle oozing out from between her lips and drooling down her 
cheeks and chin. She could smell stale piss and shit as Max's furry little 
balls pushed against her chin. Her fingers and toes fanned out, digging at 
the air as she prayed God this would end soon. Already she could taste the 
salty flavor of the German shepherd's cum oozing down her throat. Its cum 
tasted strangely like her uncle's. Cum must be basically the same, the girl 
thought to herself. 

Then she could tell the big dog was about to shoot. His body quivered. She 
opened her eyes and saw the fat dickroot pummel her lips faster and faster. 
The bumps on the animal's cock ran over her front teeth like the teeth of a 
blunted saw. The girl could feel the pointed tip of Max's doggie prong 
sliding past her tonsils, banging against the back of her throat. She felt 
like vomiting, but didn't dare for fear of her uncle and what he might do 
with that branding iron. Her chest still burned from that last attack. 

And then Max came, shooting his doggie jizz deep down her throat. Shari 
gasped and coughed, spitting out his spunk as quickly as it sprayed out of 
his pointed dick tip. 

The blonde twisted her head, finally spitting out the cock. Max still shot 
out a steady spray of cum. She could feel it spatter against her ear, then 
dripping into her long blonde hair. Shari cried and moaned, begging for her 
uncle to make the dog stop. 

But Max kept on shooting, wriggling his ass nervously, then grinding his 
balls and cockroot against her chin and left cheek. He rubbed his cock over 
and over the girl's soft flesh, taking care of his crazy itch that became 
less urgent as his tiny fuck sacs emptied themselves on the girl's face. 

 CHAPTER TEN 

"Ohhh!" Shari cried. Her uncle had tossed the remainder of the water onto 
her as if he were slopping the hogs. 

"You're all slopped up," he said. "Can't have the star lookin' like you 
were, especially for your last big act." 

Shari moaned. Her wrists were chewed half-raw by the ropes and her ankles 
had fared little better. Her thighs ached from the spread-eagled position 
they had been in for what seemed like hours. And the horrible fucking her 
cunt had had to endure drove her mad. 

The table shook suddenly as if someone had blown off a stick of dynamite 
under it. Shari blinked open her eyelids and realized she was looking at the 
underbelly of the donkey. His forelegs were on either side of her, while his 
furry maw was directly over her head. 

Silently the girl moved her lips in prayer. This would kill her. She would 
surely join her parents. What a horrible, ugly, degrading way to die! In the 
background was that horrible sound of the whirring camera. It drummed in her 
ears. 

The big donkey moved forward a little more, tilting the table to the right 
from an uneven distribution of weight and threatening to knock himself and 
Shari off onto the floor. The girl wrinkled up her nose. The smell of stale 
piss and shit was even stronger with this animal. She saw his sagging belly 
heave up and down. And there was that fat donkey cock of his dangling down 
from his hindquarters, swaying back and forth lazily. 

"Goddamned animals. I hate working with untrained ones," Paul said, gently 
stroking the donkey's ass and talking quietly to him. The confused animal 
finally seemed to understand what was expected of him. Slowly he squatted 
down and moved forward. Because Shari's father's workbench was made of solid 
oak and large, the table managed to support both the weight and breadth of 
the two actors in the latest scene of Paul's movie. 

Shari screamed when she felt something touch the bottom V of her cunt. She 
knew it was the donkey's cock. She would never take it. She wasn't that big. 
He'd split her to pieces, and her uncle would have the snuff film he 
probably wanted. 

Then something happened neither Shari nor her uncle expected. As the big 
donkey pushed down hard with his stiff, two-inch thick cock, it slowly began 
to work into Shari's cunt. All the fucking and the stretching with the 
screws earlier in the game had prepared the young teenager's cunt for this 
ultimate fuck. 

Shari's mouth twisted open, but nothing came out. Only a hoarse, death-like 
rattle came from her vocal cords. 

More of the donkey's dick reamed into her hot hole, stretching her cunt lips 
apart and out until they looked like red rubber bands pulled taut. One inch, 
two, then the head sank into her hole like an oar into a swamp. The donkey 
brayed, shaking his big head nervously and moving his haunches around the 
hay-covered floor quickly for better leverage. 

Then another inch drilled into the girl. Shari was being impaled on the 
table, driven and nailed to the wood top by the animal's stiff, brown, thick 
dick. Two more inches entered her, and then the donkey realized he couldn't 
go any further without ripping the girl to pieces. 

Swishing his black tail jerkily across his broad ass, the donkey started 
pulling his cock out. Shari's dry screams turned into a strangled gurgle of 
horror. She thought her insides were coming undone. 

When his cockhead had reached her outer cunt lips, the donkey drilled his 
prick back into her. In and out he drilled her slowly, his sides panting and 
heaving in rhythm to his strokes. There was no pleasure in this fucking for 
the blonde. She lay like a true victim, gasping for her breath and praying 
God her cunt wouldn't split apart and she would bleed to death. 

The end came quickly-much more quickly than with the dogs. The big animal 
brayed louder and louder. Then finally his sounds were like those of an 
animal knifed in the back. His body stiffened and his balls swung back and 
forth, hitting Shari's upturned thighs. She felt a steady pulsing beginning 
in the donkey's cunt-buried prong and knew he was spraying her pussy with 
his jizz. 

"OHHHHH GOD!" Shari cried, her face pinching up in disgust and horror. She 
could feel the hot, thick liquid filling her cunt. She was being fucked by a 
donkey like some cheap Mexican whore in Tijuana. Every last bit of innocence 
had been stolen from her. Her pride lay in shreds and tatters. Every wad of 
donkey cum drove her further and further down the road to depravity and 
ruin. 

When the animal had finished, Paul carefully led him off the girl, then away 
from the table. Shari lay delirious on the table. Her long blonde hair 
twisted about her head, dirtied, tangled and matted. Her flesh glistened 
with sweat. Small lines of dirty lay in the creases between her legs and 
torso. The young blonde teenager was still stretched out in that obscene 
spread-eagled position on her father's old workbench. She rolled her head 
slowly from side to side, a low, steady moan coming from her throat. She had 
been violated in the most foul way. She could still feel the donkey's fat 
dick stretching her cunt. She remembered Paul's whoop of triumph when the 
animal's fat dick squirmed around her quim, pushing the elastic pussylips 
apart and peeling them back like the lid of a sardine can. 

Wherever she'd go and whatever she would do, Shari would remember that. 
Whenever she was proud and thought she was better than most people, the 
blonde would picture her cunt being stretched apart by that horrible animal. 
She would never again be fit to have intercourse with a man. 

How her body had twitched, glistened with sweat, shook in pain as the donkey 
pounded his fat cock further into her cave. Her bowels must have been 
bunched inside her from the force of that long cock. 

"You were a good girl, Shari," Paul said. "This film's going to make us a 
lot of money." 

He stopped the camera and turned down the lights. The blonde said nothing, 
wishing she could somehow just fall asleep and die. She could never go on 
through life with the horrible memory of this night. She had been so 
befouled with animal filth, so degraded by a member of her own family, she 
felt unfit to look at the lowest whore on the street without blushing in 
shame. 

"Still, there's one thing to be taken care of," Paul said. "Shit, there 
aren't too many places in you the animals didn't get." His fat sausage-like 
cock still stuck out straight like a barber hole. 

Shari lay limply while Paul untied the ropes. When he unfastened her ankles 
from her thighs, the young blonde let out a moan of relief, feeling her legs 
fall together, then slide down to the table top. The dull ache radiating 
from her hips to her belly stopped immediately. 

Next he untied her hands. When Paul slipped the loop from her left wrist, 
the girl brought it to her face. How she'd admired the smoothness of her 
skin, and now how raw and red it was around her wrists. 

Shari fought back a sob. She'd be getting back at her uncle. Somehow, she'd 
avenge what had happened this evening. 

"Just one more item," Paul said, rolling the girl over quickly ami climbing 
onto the table. Shari was too weak to fight back. Quietly she submitted to 
his vile anal attack. Her fingers clawed at the table's edge while Paul 
spread her smooth ass-cheeks apart and pressed his fat cockhead into her 
asscrack. 

While the big man's dick sank beyond her stretched sphincter, Shari ground 
her pussy against the scratchy wood, feeling her clitty give off one soft 
gentle cum before she finally lost consciousness. 

* * * 

When Jack returned several days later Shari refused to see him. She had been 
in her bed since that night, nursing her sore pussy and thinking over what 
had happened. Her uncle swore that he would never use any footage that 
showed the face of his own niece, but of that Shari wasn't sure. After what 
he had made her do both with him and with the animals, the young teenager 
couldn't trust a word he said. 

Twisting and turning in bed, covering her face at times as vivid visions of 
what had happened to her burned in her memory, Shari wondered what she 
should do. She thought of going to the police. But who would believe her? 
And even if they did and began to investigate, her uncle had told her he 
would release all those pictures to every porno out let in the States. She 
saw from the upstairs landing several of the people her uncle dealt with had 
come to the farm house the night following her animal rape. From their 
expressions, their big cars, their conversation about her humiliation and 
degradation, Shari could see that her uncle and his friends were capable of 
anything-even of ruining her life forever. 

No, she decided she would have to continue living on the farm with him until 
he tired of her and went away, or until she could think of some plan to get 
those films away from him and escape. 

Another week went by. Paul had come to her room several times, breaking down 
the door once when she'd locked it and raping her in bed. On those hot 
nights when he tore her gown from her, tossed her in the bed and fucked her 
crazily excited as well as terrified and sickened the young blonde. He was 
like some beast from hell, his rancid breath blowing into her nostrils while 
his hairy thick legs pinned hers to the mattress and his cock drilled into 
her stretched cunt relentlessly. The air was mixed with her moans and his 
grunts while her pussy swallowed up yet more of her uncle's thick jizz. 

But the girl was spared of making any more movies with either dog or 
anything else for that matter. Shari kept to herself, moving around the 
house like a ghost and becoming more withdrawn as the days passed. 

Then one evening when Shari had gone to bed early she heard a car pull 
quietly into the broad drive outside the home. At first the girl thought it 
was her uncle and a shudder crept over her. He had gone into Charleston on 
business. He'd be coming up the stairs half-drunk, would beat on her door, 
demanding her cunt, her ass-hole, or anything else he'd had before. And 
there would be nothing in the world for her to do but let him have it after 
a struggle. 

Then Shari sat up in her bed and listened carefully. That wasn't her Uncle 
Paul's car. Sliding her legs out from under the thin cotton topsheet, the 
girl stood up on the bare cool wooden floor and walked softly to the window. 
Pushing aside one of the heavy drapes Shari peered out into the darkness. 
There in the full moonlight she saw her cousin Jack climb out of his car and 
stare up at the house. 

"Jack, Jack," she said, tears welling up in her eyes. She beat the window 
with her hands to get his attention, still afraid to make too much noise. 
Her uncle's presence on the farm made her afraid to make more than a squeak 
of protest. 

Turning quickly, the girl picked up her blue quilted robe and threw it 
around her small shoulders. Running down the stairs, Shari felt her heart 
pound wildly. Hope filled her thoroughly for the first time in weeks. Jack 
would take her away from the horror at the farm. He'd save her from a future 
that only promised more horrors and humiliations. 

"Jack," she cried, opening the front door and stepping back. 

"Hi, Shari," the young man said sullenly, walking into the darkened living 
room. The blonde turned on the lights, pulling the robe tightly to her body 
and watching her cousin as he moved to the large stuffed chair to the right 
of the sofa. He sat down. Something was on his mind. 

The teenager walked slowly into the living room, her eyes riveted on him. 
What was wrong? 

"I found out my father's been making movies-dirty movies-movies with women 
in them fucking animals," he said, turning around at the final words and 
staring accusingly at Shari. 

Shame and guilt seared the young girl's soul. She knew she would feel 
something like this when people discovered what had happened. Her long, 
painful ordeal had begun again. 

"Wh-what?" she stammered, moving to another chair and sinking down into it. 
What would he do, beat her? He looked like a wild man. 

Women fucking animals," he repeated, emphasizing his words with a wide sweep 
of his hands. 

"You know, dogs, donkeys, the usual stuff. You, more than anyone I know, 
Shari, should know what I'm talking about." 

The blonde felt her hair stand on end. She stared helplessly into Jack's 
eyes, then dropped her gaze to the floor. 

"I just wanted to make sure," he said. "I couldn't tell if that was you or 
not in the film. The girl kept screaming and twisting around. But then I 
found out from the shop owner who distributed the film-a friend of my 
father's. I went to him and he told me my dad's been in the business for 
years, even when my mom was alive. Nice thing to find out about your own 
father. Guess that was why he wasn't home that much. And then I found out 
he'd made that film just around Charleston at some farm. Shit, it didn't 
take much more for me to figure out who that girl was. Christ, Shari, why'd 
you do it?" 

The last words sounded as if Jack were going to cry. Shari's eyes burned 
with tears. She wanted to tell him how it happened, how her uncle had raped 
her, then forced her to submit to those horrible sexual perversions. 

But the words stuck in her throat. She only kept her eyes down to the floor. 
She wanted to die. 

"Well, no sense in me sticking around," Jack said. "You've got my dad and 
the barnyard to keep you happy. You can tell him I know everything and he 
can just forget about me-for a while. 

"See you around on the screen, Shari," he blurted. 

The young blonde sat quietly in the big chair, her hands folded modestly in 
her lap as Jack walked out of the living room into the night. She still sat 
without moving a muscle as the door slammed shut and his car started up. 

"All over," she mumbled to herself, listening closely as Jack's car sped 
away from the farm into the night. All hope of escape died in that instant. 

She was still sitting like that when Paul stumbled into the house four hours 
later with two of his buddies. 

"Goddamned little bitch's still up," Paul slurred. "Whatcha been doin', 
honey, playin' with yourself?" 

He held himself up on the doorframe, wiping his big lips with the back of 
his hairy hand. His eyes were bloodshot with booze. Even ten feet away Shari 
could smell the rancid beer on his breath. There was that familiar dulled, 
drunken look on his face that blurred out all the lines and made his flesh 
look puffy and doughy. The two men behind him, from what Shari could see, 
were little better. 

"Just leave me alone," the girl said, gathering up her robe and moving to go 
back upstairs to her room. 

"Case of the reluctant virgin," Paul said sarcastically, stretching out his 
big right hand and grabbing his niece hard by the wrist. Shari winced, 
feeling her knees buckle as her uncle twisted her arm around in a broad loop 
while the others watched silently. 

"Stop it! You're hurting me!" the girl cried, hunching forward, then 
stumbling over her feet before falling to the floor. Tears welled up in her 
eyes as Paul kept twisting her arm around. 

"Since when did that bother you?" he slurred. You couldn't have enough pain 
a couple of nights ago. You should see her. Shit, you have!" 

"What?" Shari cried. Her uncle let go of her wrist and stood between her and 
the door to the stairwell. The blonde teenager rubbed her wrist and looked 
up questioningly at him. 

"Come on, baby," Paul said. "You didn't really think I meant what I said, 
did you? I sold all the pictures." 

"My face! You sold the ones with my face!" Shari cried. 

When Jack had told her he'd seen her, the girl was too shocked to put two 
and two together. Now the reality of what had probably happened struck her. 

"Sure, the big thing now's to watch the girl's reaction to the fuck," Paul 
said. "And you, baby, had one hell of a reaction!" 

He wiped his lips with the back of his hand. 

"Shit, if there were Academies for smut flicks, you'd get the top award," he 
jeered. 

Shari blushed furiously while the others laughed. Rising to her feet she 
drew back her hand to strike her uncle. Paul saw the movement and lunged 
forward, grabbing her hand and twisting it behind her. 

The girl cried out from pain and surprise. Paul held her hands tightly 
against her ass while he forced her back into the living room. His hot body 
pressed against hers. The girl turned her face, trying to avoid the rank, 
liquor-smelling breath. Paul's friends followed them. 

"You wanna see a bitch hotter 'n anythin' you'll see in Mexico?" he asked 
the others. 

Paul let his niece go, raising his hands and tearing off her robe. Shari 
screamed, jerking her hands up to cover her face. Her uncle knocked them 
away, then moved around to her back, placing his big hands on her shoulders. 
He then tore her gown into two equal halves. "Ohhhh!" Shari cried. 

She saw her uncle's friends gawk at her, staring at her lush full titties 
and her young tight cunt. They'd seen the pictures of what she'd done with 
that body. Their trousers were tenting out as they remembered the man, the 
dogs, the donkey. 

"Watch," Paul mumbled, reaching down between his legs and yanking open his 
zipper. Shari watched in terror as he pulled out his nearly hard dick and 
gave it a few tugs. 

"Swing on it, Shari," he told her. "Come on, give your ol' uncle a little 
head." 

Shari's eyes widened. They were to be paraded around like this anytime her 
uncle brought home a few of his cronies? Was she supposed to perform on cue? 

Feeling she had no other choice the young blonde reluctantly obeyed. Slowly 
she moved in front of her uncle, sinking to her knees and looking up at that 
large cock as if it were a god. Tilting back her head, she moved her face 
forward until she could smell the thick sourish odor of the big man's 
crotch. A few cock hairs tickled the insides of her nostrils as Shari opened 
her mouth in the shape of a large O and slid her lips over the fat, bulbous 
head. 

Paul closed his eyes. A faint smile traced came across his thick lips as his 
niece slipped her mouth further down the head. She now glided past the large 
edges and sucked his stiffening, thickening shaft. 

Shari's big titties swung out slowly from her chest as her body angle 
shifted forward. She moved her hands along her thighs, stroking the smooth 
flesh. She felt her cunt get warm and wet again. She could smell her snatch 
frothing over with cunt juice. That maddening itch that had been her 
humiliation before began again, making her stroke her wet cuntal slit with 
the tips of her fingers for relief. 

"Oh yeah, yeah," Paul said, reaching down and pushing his fingers through 
Shari's long blonde hair. The others fingered their groins, wondering if 
they were expected to join in this erotic scene. 

Shari pushed forward, her cheeks ballooning out as more of her uncle's 
cockmeat slipped into her mouth. She felt the sausage-like pole slide over 
her teeth, passing the root of her tongue and gliding past her tonsils. Soon 
her lips were gently touching the fat base of Paul's cock while his hanging 
balls brushed her chin. She had swallowed the entire length of his dick. The 
head had been bent downward and now inched its way down her throat. 

Shari felt like gagging, but the hot fire burning in her cunt somehow made 
it easier for her to keep going. 

She moved back, compressing her lips tightly around the pulsing rod while 
she moved her tongue sensuously back and forth over the sensitive underside. 
Paul grunted with delight when she moved one hand up to his balls and rolled 
them against one another while she sucked harder and harder. Her cheeks 
caved in as she pulled back, then heaved forward. 

"Come on, get it from a pro," Paul said, opening his eyes and gesturing to 
his friends standing nearby. 

Shari didn't care what they did to her now. She was trapped in a hopeless 
situation. Let them do anything. Nobody cared what happened to her. Her 
pussy was the only thing that mattered, and now it was a burning bush of 
perverted lust. The girl guided her hand through the swampy hot mess, 
feeling her juices slicking her fingers and wrist. Her cuntal membranes were 
hot and wet, trembling deliciously under the slight pressure she gave them. 
Yes, she'd take as much cockmeat as they could give her. 

"Okay," Paul said, pulling back and drawing his dick completely out of his 
niece's mouth. Shari looked up dumbly at the spit-slicked cock dangling in 
front of her nose. How she wanted that back in her throat! 

But Paul had other ideas. He pushed her roughly back on the floor. Shari's 
cunt spasmed as she rolled over several times. Her plump taut ass jiggled 
from the force of the blow and the motion setting off a series of small 
orgasms. 

In a moment all the men were on top of her. Paul had buried his face in her 
cunt. He growled like an animal while his tongue and lips chewed on her cunt 
lips. Shari closed her eyes and let out a low guttural howl. 

He chewed lightly on her cunt lips, dragging his front teeth across her 
inner and outer labia while his tongue fucked in and out of her fuck hole. 

His two friends were on top, the first one sucking her titties as if he were 
trying to draw milk from them while the other kissed her violently on the 
mouth. They had all peeled off their clothes when Shari had been knocked 
down by her uncle. She opened her eyes a few times and saw all the raw, 
throbbing cockmeat pulsing wildly. She wanted to be drowned in cum. She 
wanted to see it jet into her hair, onto her titties, into her ass, into her 
cunt. 

Paul moved back, sliding his hands under Shari's arms and dragging her to a 
standing position. He held her tightly by the shoulders, pushing his dick 
between her ass-cheeks, edging his cock down into the tight crack until its 
head pressed against her ass-hole. 

Paul's buddies smiled, winking at one another as if they'd been through this 
before. Moving closely together, they pressed their cocks side by side and 
moved forward toward the girl's pussy. 

"Oh no, NO!" Shari cried. 

Shari looked down at the thick double dicks about to slice into her cunt. It 
was a combination larger than the donkey's cock that had nearly killed her! 

She closed her eyes tightly and let out a scream. Paul's cock had just 
slipped past her sphincter and was burrowing into her tight little ass-hole. 
But she knew a worse, more deadly pain would pierce her cunt. She wouldn't 
be able to take both men's fat long dicks at the same time. 

"Please, don't, one at a time, please," Shari pleaded. 

But the men just smiled, pressing forward. They rubbed their dicks 
simultaneously over her fat cunt lips. Then hunching down, they began to 
drive their cocks into the girl. 

"NNNNOOOOAHIYYYY!" Shari cried. Her outer cunt lips peeled back while her 
pussy stretched and yawned as much as it could. She was going to be split in 
two by these men, she thought. 

At that moment she heard someone shouting behind her. There were more shouts 
and a struggle behind her. Suddenly, the dick that had been ravaging her 
ass-hole was gone. The two men in front stared blankly at one another, then 
pulled out the few inches of dickmeat they had put into the young blonde. 
Shari stumbled backward, suddenly relieved of the double-edged pain in her 
cunt and ass-hole. 

"Let's go," a familiar voice said behind her. 

Someone threw the rags of her kimona over her shoulders and guided her out 
of the living room. As Shari stepped over Paul, a small trickle of blood 
oozed out of the corner of his mouth. His body was twisted around, one leg 
over the other and his hands were sprawled across the floor. 

Shari turned her head and saw it was Jack who had come in. 

"I felt bad about the way I acted earlier," he explained. "I had to get your 
side of the story. When I came back I heard you screaming." 

He opened the car door and pushed her in. 

"You're going away from here," he said determinedly, sliding behind the 
wheel and starting the car. 

"But the farm ... " Shari began to say, gathering the kimono around her 
knees and sinking back into the seat as they wheeled around and sped from 
the drive to the main road below. 

"I don't think my father's going to hang around when he regains 
consciousness," Jack said. "Hell find out pretty soon I know too much about 
his operation to go against me. 

"Of course," Jack added, turning onto the main road and heading toward 
Charleston, "now you're going to do anything I want you to do, right?" 

Shari jerked her head around and looked in surprise at the young man. He was 
smiling playfully and she relaxed. Yes, she'd do anything that the young man 
asked her to do. Snuggling up to him, Shari reached down and stroked the 
hard, bulge growing between his legs. Her cunt, still pulsing from Paul's 
mouth chewing and the double-cocked fuck, wanted Jack more than ever. She 
licked her lower lip, wondering when they would reach their destination. 
Yes, she'd be a slave to that cock forever. It would always be Jack. 


THE END
