CARLA'S BEAST RAPE
By Paul Gable


Foreword

Who can judge a person's reactions during stress situations? The prisoners of war who
give in to their captors' demands; the kidnapped heiress who joins forces with her
abductors – both must act without past experience to guide them. Both must make
decisions in a vacuum, without benefit of familiar people or situations to guide them.
The result can be either a very negative or a positive experience.
In CARIA'S BEAST RAPE, Carla Granger, an attractive teenager, finds herself the
victim in a strange abduction devised by three brutal bikers. Subjected to sexual
indignities, she undergoes a trauma which is certain to leave a lasting impression in her
mind. Ultimately she must determine whether that impression will be a damaging one
or lead to a more constructive life.
CARIA'S BEAST RAPE – the story of a teenager who learns a lesson as a result of
adversity.
-The Publisher


Chapter 1

Carla closed her eyes, rolling her head to one side sucking in a ragged breath. She
dragged her slender fingers up to her titties and squeezed the hard red nipples. Oh
God, how hot and wet her cunny felt! Slowly she pulled her knees up to her belly,
feeling her puffy cuntlips as she spread her thighs apart and pushed one hand down
into the swampy mess of her twat.
"Ohhh!" the young blonde sighed, clenching her teeth tightly together. Her heart was
beating harder and harder as the eighteen-year-old moved her forefinger along the
jagged wet pussy-slit. She thought of Brad Harrington and that big bulge he always
seemed to have in his crotch whenever he saw her. What would it be like to have him
on top of her, his muscular weight pressing her into the mattress; his legs pinning hers
to the sheets while his thick; calloused hands spread apart her thighs, getting them
ready for his long, thick...
"OHHHH!" Carla cried again, her body stiffening. She touched her long hard clitty
now. The girl's sweat-soaked buttocks danced on the groaning mattress while her knees
snapped together, trapping her hand. Tugging at the sputtering sex spindle, Carla began
the nightly routine of jerking herself off. She curled up into a tiny ball, rolling her ass
up, then back down again while striking her clitty. "Mmmmmm," the blonde moaned,
rolling over on her side and pushing her knees nearly up to her chin. Her butt was
making tiny jerky movements now as she fucked her fingers with her cunt.
Carla was still a virgin a virgin with this exception. God, how her pussy wanted
something big and fat to fill it! As the young blonde fucked and fucked, tweaking her
red sex-stalk with her fingertips she thought of how Brad's cock would stretch her
apart, drilling into her, spreading apart her pussy walls until she'd be able to feel his
balls spreading out at the bottom junction of her cuntlips.
"Aahhhh! Oh! OH!" Carla cried, rolling back on her ass. She felt a tight hot ball of sex
slowly unraveling deep in her belly. She began breathing quickly now, making sounds
resembling those of a frightened kitten. Her eyes opened and glazed over while her
lower jaw slackened. A string of drool oozed out of one corner of her mouth and
trickled down her throat. Carla's lungs felt as if they would burst as she kept fucking
her tweaking fingers with her cunny. Up and down; up and down the girl's whipping
thighs flew. Her big titties jiggled, bouncing together, then rolling apart as Carla
worked herself up to a climax. The bed groaned and squeaked, the sounds echoing off
the bare walls of her bedroom. For an instant the young blonde wondered if her mother
could hear her downstairs in the kitchen. But the aching urgency ripping at her pussy
drove any thoughts of her mother from her mind.
"UNNNN!" Carla dug her heels into the mattress and pushed up her thighs hard.
Every muscle in her body tensed and quivered as if a shock of electricity had been sent
through them. She let out a strangled sob, then dissolved into a series of cries and
laughter as the waves of orgasms swept over the shuddering blonde teenager.
Carla twisted her body like a snake, writhing on the wrinkled, sweat-stained sheets
while her fingers kept working on her bloated, juice-slicked cuntlips and clitty.
"Brad, Brad," the girl whispered over and over as she moved her long legs over the
sheets. The spasms grew more intense for a few seconds, making her brain seem to
blow apart into a million brightly colored pieces. Carla felt herself floating on a
electrically charged cloud, drifting over her home and town, then slowly settling back
down into bed. She moved her legs more slowly, stroking her slackening cunny now
with her fingertips. How tight she'd become with that excitement! She'd barely been
able to stick her fingers into her twat that night! It was getting worse! How could she
remain a good girl – at least good in her mother's terms – while her body was telling
her to do something else?
With a long, shuddering sigh, Carla pulled her fingers out of her twat and dropped her
knees to the bed. Her heart was still pounding like a triphammer while sweat trickled
down from her armpits and forehead. Somewhere in the distance Carla heard a phone
ringing. There was the sound of her mother running from the kitchen into the
livingroom, then the sounds of her high-pitched muffled voice as she spoke into the
receiver.
"Car-la!" the girl heard her mother call from downstairs after several minutes had
passed.
"Yes, mother," the blonde called back cheerily. Suddenly Carla felt guilty about what
had just happened. Red with shame the girl drew the covers tightly around her chin,
gathering her legs under her firm buttocks while smoothing down her sweat-dampened
hair.
"Are you feeling better dear? That was Mrs. Jackson at the Town Hall. They're having
an emergency meeting about those horrible people and want me to come. Are you sure
you can be left alone?"
"Don't worry, mother. It was only a headache. I'll be alright," Carla shouted through
the darkness. Glancing to the right at the clock on her bedstand, Carla saw it was
nearly nine o'clock. She'd been asleep for three hours before that same dream took over
her mind and cunt, making her do things to herself she'd never have thought possible
one month ago.
"I'll be at the Hall in case you need me, then. Maybe you'd better call Mrs. Benson and
tell her you won't be in tomorrow if you're not feeling better," her mother called from
downstairs. Carla sat quietly in bed, her legs still curled under her while she listened to
the faint sounds of her mother getting ready to go out. It was late October and evenings
were getting chilly.
"Mother...?" the girl started to say, then closed her mouth.
"And by the way, that nice Brad Harrington may stop over later to check my car. He's
quite a mechanic, you know dear. I wish you'd pay more attention to him. I think he's
rather sweet on you, if I must say so," Mrs. Bradford said as she struggled into her
winter coat at the foot of the stairs.
Carla jerked as if someone had touched her with a cattle prod. Brad Harrington! Here?
And especially after what had just happened? How could she control herself with
someone like that so close to her?
"Mother, why did you invite him here when you're not going to be with me?" Carla
whined, drawing the covers more tightly around her. She felt a fire growing in the pit of
her belly while her cunny tightened under the mentioning of Brad's name. Involuntarily
Carla began matching the wild beating of her heart with her breathing.
"Now, you're old enough to handle yourself. I trust you, dear. If you need me, I'll be at
the Hall," Mrs. Bradford repeated as she sailed out of the house and slammed the door
behind her.
Carla threw back the covers and slid quickly from bed, padding across the cool wooden
bedroom floor to the bathroom for a quick shower. Why had her mother decided to
play matchmaker now, of all times? Carla shuddered as the warm water cascaded over
her young, slender body. The itchy, achy feeling had been getting worse since she
graduated from high school. All the energy she'd stored up for study and academics was
demanding release in some form, and wound up demanding release in her virgin
cunny.
Never too interested in boys at school, Carla suddenly found herself almost panting at
men like Brad Harrington if they looked more than just casually at her. And it was
difficult not to look more than just casually at Carla Bradford. That, she thought
smilingly, was all too true. Her long, lithe legs, her flat tummy, those hips that flared
out sensuously but not too much, ending in a tight, round set of buttocks that made
most men's trousers tent up. Those full, rounded titties that jiggled under her blouses
and sweaters, that sweet innocent face set off by a pair of full, pouting lips – it all
spelled trouble for Carla who was trying to live up to the high, stifling moral standards
her mother and father had drilled into her ever since she could remember. They didn't
want her to become like her Aunt Gerda, a woman who went "off the beam," as her
father used to say and joined a carnival after running away from her husband and
marrying a hawker for one of the shows.
And yet there was something sleeping deep inside Carla that responded to that story.
As she grew older, the blonde realized that something was gradually awakening,
making itself felt in funny, exciting ways. And now it was awake, demanding to be
satisfied. And Carla was terrified, terrified of what would happen to her if she were to
pay attention to that maddening voice inside her!
That day had been the worst for her. Brad had walked into the card shop where she
worked and bought something for his mother. He stood in front of the counter staring
at her as she tried to ring up the sale. God, how her fingers turned to ice and trembled
over the cash register keys. He saw the box shaking in her hands, that she knew. And
yet he never tried to make anything of it. Brad simply stared at her, his dark blue eyes
drilling into her head as if they were laser beams while he pushed his stomach hard
against the counter. Was he rubbing his cock against the front of her desk, fantasizing
how it would feel inside her the way she imagined his dick would feel drilling into her
cunny?
"Oh!" Carla cried in disgust, stepping from the shower and toweling herself off. No, she
couldn't think of such things. Her father, on his death bed, had practically made her
swear not to "give it away" until she married. She had to keep that promise.
Stepping back into the bedroom Carla had just enough time to slip on a blouse, panties
and slacks before she heard the sound of a truck pulling around the corner of her street.
Walking to the window and pulling back one of the curtains Carla saw it was Brad's
truck.
"Oh," she cried, stepping back. She found one hand at her throat while the other was
protectively covering her titties. This was the test she was dreading. Could she be
capable of doing something like – like that – in her own home? No, no, she thought
firmly, squaring her shoulders. Slipping on a pair of sandals Carla walked quickly from
her bedroom and nearly ran down the stairs. She reached the livingroom just as the
front doorbell rang.
"Oh, hi Brad!" she said cheerily, surprised at how low and husky her voice sounded. It
must be from what had happened in her bedroom a few minutes ago.
"Hi," the big mechanic said shyly, his thick lips curling up friendly. Carla felt her heart
sink as she stared at Brad Harrington. He was taller than her by several inches – six
foot-four, and every inch radiated manliness, almost a kind of jungle power that excited
any girl who looked at him. He'd been captain of the high school wrestling team,
champion of all high school state wrestling matches and supposedly going on to UCLA
on a sports scholarship next year. For the time being he was working with his father,
the town's mechanic just on the other side of the main square.
"My-m-mother's car's in the back. I guess she told you what's wrong," Carla
stammered, desperately trying to keep her calm. She could feel her nipples stiffening,
poking up against the sheer material of her blouse, If Brad looked, he'd see them. And
then what? Her mind reeled at the possibilities.
"Yeah. I think it's a couple of points and plugs fouled. I brought a kit in the truck,"
Brad said, his eyes riveted on Carla's petite figure and her girlish face. The young
blonde teenager suddenly felt the air between them heat up and bristle with sexual
electricity. She swallowed hard, trying to ignore the tight, hot, wet feeling deep in her
cunny. There was a slow pulsing beginning around her rising clitty, growing more
intense and ticklishiy hot with each passing second. A droplet of cunny juice trickled
through her cunthairs, moving maddeningly slowly through her twat jungle then finally
trickling down her thigh. Her face was burning with lust, perspiration beginning to run
down her forehead. Carla tried ignoring the flutterings in her pussy, shuddering and
almost twitching with excitement.
Can't he see? Oh God, can't he see? Carla felt herself thinking as she stepped back into
the livingroom, silently inviting Brad in.
"Uh, I'd better get to work on your mom's car. She'll be home pretty soon, I guess. The
town's all worked up about the gang moved into the old Harper place," Brad said,
rolling his arms across his broad chest and rocking back and fort h.
"I heard about them," Carla said, feeling more at ease as the topic changed.
"Seems no one knows much about 'em. Keep pretty much to themselves. But a few of
the locals around here think they've seen one or two of their faces in the L.A. papers –
motorbike gangs, or something like that. Supposed to be some real sex orgies going on
too," Brad added, his face turning red as he saw Carla stiffen suddenly.
"I'll go put on some coffee," the girl mumbled, turning around and walking quickly
back into the kitchen. It was all Carla could do to keep her balance. To hear of sexual
activities now, and especially to hear of them from Brad was enough to make her knees
turn to rubber She felt her body take fire as if someone had doused her with gasoline.
As she filled the pot with water and plugged it in, she could hear Brad dragging the tool
kit from his father's truck, hauling it to the back and into the garage where her
mother's car was parked. Carla took a deep breath to bring her mind back to normal
thoughts. God, fuck me, she thought, peering out the rear window at the light in the
garage and thinking of Brad slumped over her mother's car. She giggled to herself, a
silent giggle that made her at once ashamed and horribly excited. No, she shouldn't be
thinking things like that. But oh God, how her cunny ached and burned! Jerking herself
off hadn't helped at all, not with Brad under her nose.
Her thoughts were interrupted as she saw the tall, dark-haired man suddenly reappear
from the garage and head straight for her. Carla backed away from the sink feeling her
heart pounding crazily as Brad's footsteps grew louder.
"What is it?" she almost shouted as the big young man walked into the kitchen. His
large, overpowering body seemed to fill the furthest corner of the kitchen.
"My hand," Brad said, walking past her to the sink. Glancing down she saw some blood
around the base of his thumb. "Tore a little skin off," he said, running cold water over
the tiny wound. His white teeth gleamed under his bushy, black mustache.
"I'll get a bandage to keep it from getting infected," Carla said. She moved to Brad's
right, reaching up on tip-toe and opening the top cabinet. "I can't seem to reach it," she
said in a strained voice, her fingers wandering around the shelf. She was so close to
Brad Carla could smell the pungent odor of gasoline and oil reeking from his
mechanic's clothes. And then the girl suddenly realized she was pressing up against
him. She'd lost her balance and was falling into Brad's thick arms.
"Hey, easy," he said in a thick, soothing voice. Carla tried to laugh it off, but found
herself responding to his masculinity all too quickly. And then she found him running
one hand over her firm young ass.
"Don't. Stop it!" she said with a nervous laugh. Carla tried backing away, then found
she was trapped by Brad's arms.
"I don't think you want to get away," Brad said in a deeper, mysterious voice. Carla felt
her skin prickle with fear and excitement. Her head grew lighter while her chest heaved
mightily up and down. The sensation of her full breasts flattened against the young
man's muscular chest drove her wild. "I think you want me to do things to you the way
I want," Brad said thickly, his fingers wandering up from her buttocks, up the buttons
of her blouse. She stood breathlessly silent as the girl felt his fingers slowly start to
unbutton her. Carla though she'd die when his fingers started scraping the smooth flesh
of her back. Her virginity would end tonight – that the young blonde teenager dimly
realized.


Chapter 2

The two of them stuck together hotly. His hands began to move around her back,
smoothing over the sensuous curves. Carla sucked in a ragged breath. She felt as if a
hot iron were being dragged over her clitty. Brad had fully unbuttoned her blouse now.
"God, you're beautiful," Brad cooed in her ear. Carla felt her flesh crawl as she
snuggled up against him. There couldn't be a better feeling than a man's rough hands
running over her naked, eager flesh! It was better than the touch of silk, of warm water
splashing against her cunny!
Taking advantage of Carla's eagerness, Brad squeezed her closer. The young blonde felt
his muscular arms close more tightly around her. She liked the way his touch made her
heart beat faster and her lungs feel as if they were going to burst. All this was far better
than she'd imagined up in her bedroom, alone with nothing more than her fingers. Her
flesh crawled with intense lustful pleasure. Her titties seemed to be growing as they
moved against Brad's chest. They were hot and sticky. How she wanted the young man
to reach up and touch them to stop the aching! Carla could feel Brad's chest rising and
falling with his deep breathing, every movement like that teasing her stiffening nipples
and creating sensations Carla would have never thought possible.
Brad slid his hands slowly up to her shoulders, pushing the white cotton blouse off and
down her arms. Carla shut her eyes as she felt the sheer material slide from her titties,
pull out of her slacks, then float off to the floor. Her titties were naked, pressing against
the rough material of Brad's work clothes.
"Ohh, baby," Brad moaned, burying his face in the jungle of Carla's tangled blonde
hairs. She felt his breath blowing against her neck, then into her ear. Her flesh
puckered up. Her body was doing funny things. The blonde felt as if someone had
slipped a gob of grease just inside her cunny. It felt wet and slippery all over. The hot
tingle, always there when Brad was around her, grew worse and more intense. Her fat,
bloated pussy lips were aching to be rubbed. She found her hands locking around
Brad's thick neck.
"Ohhh," Carla sighed back in reply. She felt him hunching against her. This time she
could feel something big and hard between his legs rubbing against her legs, then
moving inward and concentrating on that hot, itching spot between her thighs. "Maybe
we'd better... stop," Carla stammered, caught between the feelings her parents had
instilled in her and the wild desire burning her cunny.
"Can't stop – can't stop now," Brad muttered brokenly. He looked down – that same,
boring down look he'd given her earlier in the card shop today that sent her home sick.
It made her blood boil with an animal lust she never thought could take over her so
completely. Her fingers trembled, but still remained locked around Brad's neck. The
tips of her titties were still pressing into his chest.
"My mother..." Carla started to say in protest.
"She won't be home for a while," Brad answered, raising one hand and trailing the tip
of his forefinger along the tops of her naked jugs. Carla nearly cried out at that light
touch. Then Brad nuzzled into her neck again, his breath blowing through the curling
hairs at the base of her neck. His breath and his movements were making her shiver.
She quivered as she felt his iron-hard cock brushing against the virgin mound between
her legs.
"But..." Carla started to say. She never finished. Bending slowly, Brad caught the girl's
lips with his own. Carla didn't fight the young man this time. With a low moan she
surrendered completely, opening her mouth and letting Brad's thick tongue spear into
her. Sweet hot juice seeped from between her bloated cunnylips, making the crotch
panel of her panties wet with it.
Their hot, spit-filled mouths sucked and moaned together. Brad could feel Carla
working herself up to a sexual frenzy. Taking further advantage of that, he slipped his
hands under the waistband of her slacks, working his fingers across the naked flesh.
Every time he squeezed, the valley running between her legs pulled open and apart.
Before she could do anything to stop him, Brad wiggled two fingers under the hem of
her briefs. As they rubbed over her silky flesh, Carla started moaning low and deep. She
felt him massaging between her ass and cunny. No one had ever touched her there –
and yet how freely she was letting Brad take over!
"Ahhh," Carla sighed. A red-hot haze settled over her brain, blurring out all the
warnings her parents had given her about men.
"You're ready, baby. Ready and willing," Brad said, picking her up and walking into the
livingroom.
"My mother..." Carla began to protest weakly. But all she could think of were those
strong arms around her and that strange hard cock between Brad's legs. She heard
some of the girls who'd slept with him say he had a way of throwing his thick long
meat into them that made them scream for more. Now all those stories were like
gasoline on the fire raging inside the eager, moaning young blonde.
As they reached the sofa, his mouth ate into hers again. Carla felt his tongue sliding
back down her throat. And when his fingers started working their way back under the
hem of her panties, she tried to pull away.
Brad didn't let her. His arms tightened as he knelt by the edge of the sofa. Softly he
pushed her on the cushions. Carla sighed, feeling her hot body settling into the soft
cloth. Her big titties jiggled with the subtle movements Brad made with her. Then he
rose and climbed onto the couch, settling gently on top of her. She could feel his fingers
roving around her belly, smoothing out the sweaty flesh, trailing up, up her chest until
they were touching her swelling titties.
"Ohhhh," Carla sighed, pushing her head back into the soft end pillow. She felt Brad's
fingers toying with her jugs, rolling them slowly apart, milking them gently. His
thumbs scraped teasingly along the titty flesh until they were on top of her long
nipples. When they pressed down, creasing the rubbery tips with their nail, Carla felt a
hot throbbing explode in her cunny. Her legs flew apart and she tightened her thigh
muscles, pushing them up hard against the big man's groin.
Brad dragged his thumbnails across the nipples then back again, watching the young
blonde twist and writhe under him like a snake. The cords in her neck stood out while
perspiration dripped from her forehead. She shuddered, then dug into the pillows while
her heels dragged along the cushions supporting her body. Carla opened her mouth
and sucked in a lungful of air, feeling as if her body were floating on a cloud. And yet
there was all that weight pressing down on her, urging her on sexually while those
fingers toyed with her titties.
"Jesus, you're hot, Carla," Brad grunted. He pushed his hands up now, drawing them in
while pressing against her titties. The young blonde felt him rubbing her boobs against
one another, her nipples scraping together and sending more shock waves of sexual
electricity through her cunny.
"Ohhh!" the girl cried, hunching wildly against Brad now and nearly crushing his
throbbing prick with her sexual acrobatics. Brad slid his hands back down her body and
onto her ass. As he pulled her tighter, squeezing the taut assflesh with his fingers, Carla
trembled. He gave a light hunch with his hips, squeezing the girl's ass more intensely.
Carla didn't want him to stop. She loved having her ass squeezed that way. The tension
against her buttocks was making her plump cuntlips pull apart, making them rub
against one another as if to scratch that maddening itch. Oh God, if Brad would only
rub her cuntlips. They were aching, begging to be touched and rubbed.
Unconsciously Carla tightened her arms around Brad's neck. She felt him hunch into
her harder. This time she could feel that big, hard cock between his legs press against
her. It was larger than she thought it might be! He'd break her apart! How could the
girls take something like that so easily? The way they talked at school they took Brad
every night without complaining.
Then she felt Brad's fingers move around to the front of her slacks. Slowly but steadily
he unzipped them, spreading the material apart, then peeling them down from her
thighs to her knees. Carla lay quietly as Brad finished stripping the slacks off her
willing body.
"Feel funny there?" Brad asked, his hand reaching between her legs and cupping her
tight, tender young pussy.
"Yesssss," Carla hissed. Her muscles stiffened when she felt his touch against her wet
pussylips. Brad was working the material against her twat, rubbing the silky crotch
panel around her cuntal mouth, sopping up the wet mess with the material. Carla
shifted her thighs from side to side, increasing the wet silky friction of her panties
against her pussy.
"Shit, you've got one hell of a sweet, tight little pussy. Better than half the girls I've
fucked," Brad admitted as he worked more of the wet material into the tight throat of
her cunt.
Carla blushed at the obscene language. And yet at the same time she found it exciting.
She wanted to scream out for him to fuck her, and yet she was still too bashful to do it.
"Ohhhh," the girl moaned as Brad rubbed the wet material against her unsheathed
clitty. The muscles stood out on her thighs while the girl dug her head, shoulders and
heels into the cushion. Carla couldn't stand much more of the teasing. Her cunny was
demanding to be satisfied in a way she couldn't understand yet.
"Ahhh, ahhh!" Carla cried. Brad was milking her cuntlips together, working their
slippery edges together and squeezing out yet more hot, sticky pussy oil. Cream dripped
from between them, soaking down more of her panties and the palm of Brad's hand.
"Gonna make you naked," Brad grunted, curling his fingers into a fist around the
elastic waistband of her panties and pulling down.
At first the young blonde pushed down her ass, afraid of letting Brad strip her
completely. Then another spasm tearing through her cunt and making her lose her
breath changed her mind. Carla wanted Brad to rip her clothes all off. She wanted to
feel his body pressing against hers, making her one big throbbing clitty stalk.
With a quick downward jerk, Brad stripped the juice-sopped panties off the girl's
thighs. Somewhere in the distance Carla heard the ripping sound of her panty material
as it came apart under the force of Brad's fist. She was naked now, completely under
Brad's power.
The young man pulled back for several moments, peering down at the helpless young
blonde under him. She lay quietly, her chest rising and falling regularly while her eyes
looked up with unmasked lust and wonder. A thin layer of sweat covered her small
body, glistening in the dim light of the livingroom. Her blonde cunthairs were tangled
together, wet with sweat and pussyjuice.
Then Brad criss-crossed his arms and pulled off the wet, oil-stained t-shirt he'd been
wearing when he came over. Carla glanced up quickly and saw his barrel-shaped thick
hairy chest come into view. A stab of excitement came over her suddenly. She wanted
to throw her arms around Brad and rub her cheek against that hard, hairy flesh.
Licking his lower lip the young man reached down and unbuttoned the top snap of his
jeans. Slowly he finished opening his Levi's until they hung open teasingly. At first
Carla couldn't see anything. Then Brad reached in, curling his fingers around the thick
prick pressing against the front of his Levi's, then pulling it out and slowly stroking it
between his fingers.
It's so big! Carla thought to herself, feeling another hot, wet flash surge up through her
cunny. She studied the big prick as it hung out from between the opened halves of
Brad's stained Levi's. It was shaped like a fat sausage, bent downward at the middle and
ending in a bell-shaped head. She could hear the slick clicking of something wet being
rubbed against the taut, rubbery skin of Brad's prick. He was drooling liquid from his
dickhead the way she was oozing cunny oil. The thought that Brad was just as excited
as she was gave Carla a sudden feeling of power.
Brad reached down, with his hand still milking the liquid flesh of his cock. Carla
pushed her legs apart, letting Brad touch her wherever he pleased. "That's your pussy,
babe. Your sweet, hot snatch." Brad's voice was thick and trembling. Carla felt him rub
her pussylips together. As the delicate, sensitive membranes were rubbed and heated,
Carla rolled her ass from side to side, silently begging him to stop the foreplay.
Then Brad lowered his head, engulfing one tender nipple with his mouth. His teeth bit
gently into the young nipple flesh while his thick tongue washed over the titty-tip.
Carla dragged her hands up and ran her fingers through Brad's coarse black hair.
"Yes, yes," the girl moaned. Brad was laving down her titties with spit, bathing the
tense, aching tips until they throbbed with ecstasy. Using his mouth and hands he
worked over her flesh until he had Carla gasping and hanging onto him.
Then Brad pulled himself back up, wiping his mouth with the back of his hairy hand.
"Touch this, Carla," he said, reaching down and taking the girl's hand in his.
"No," the girl protested, instinctively shrinking back from Brad's advance. Her mother
and father had filled her head with so many horror stories about a man's cock. They
told her the horrible things it could do to a woman's body. And yet it looked so
harmless, even delicious to the girl. Surely just touching it wouldn't hurt.
As Carla felt his fingers forcing hers around his cock, the young girl let out a long, low
groan. It was the first time she'd ever touched a hunk of dickmeat. The hardness and
the throbbing frightened her at first. Then when Brad reached down with his hand
again and started rubbing her bloated labes together again, Carla instinctively squeezed
the prick hard.
"Good, good," Brad moaned, shoving his hips forward, pushing his dick into the palm
of her hand. The fleshy thick head throbbed against her hand, making her flesh slippery
and wet. It was so hot Carla thought it might burn her fingers. And yet the girl
instinctively knew that thick, long, eight-inch rod would be the only thing to satisfy the
itch plaguing her for so long.
"Gonna fuck the shit outta that tight cunny, Carla," Brad grunted. He settled back on
the balls of his feet, then climbed off the sofa for a moment. Carla dropped her hands
to her sides and watched as Brad untied his shoes, then slipped them and his socks off.
Next came his Levi's, then jockey shorts. In a second he was as naked as she was, and
as willing to fuck her as she was to be fucked.
"I've gotta wet up that little cherry of yours," Brad said, climbing back onto the sofa,
then sliding down her body.
At first Carla didn't know what he was talking about. Then she watched as Brad
lowered his head, stuck out his tongue and started washing down her belly with his
mouth. The young blonde closed her eyes and shuddered under that hot, wet sensation.
She felt him laving down her chest, then her belly with his spittle. And suddenly he was
down on her cunny, his hot, rough tongue licking over her fleshy cuntlips.
"Oh NO!" Carla cried, snapping her knees together and trapping Brad's head between
her rubbing legs. It was perverted, sick to have a man do that to you! Her mother had
only hinted at these sexual excesses, but warned her that women go to hell who let bad
men do that to them.
But oh God, it felt soooo good to have Brad lick his tongue up between her labes. Then
when she felt the licking tongue slide just inside the tight throat of her cunny, Carla
exploded. She found herself hunching up to him, feeding him her pussy.
Brad pushed his tongue between the jagged, narrow line into the slippery cunt channel.
While Carla blew apart he shoved up higher and higher until his nose pushed against
her clit. His tongue scraped around the narrow, hot hole, sopping up her pussy juice as
if he were a man dying of thirst. His fingers held her wide open while his thumbs
worked over her tight sphincter. While Carla gasped and moaned, twisting under him
like a crazy woman Brad pushed the tip of his thumb up her tight little asshole. Carla's
sphincter grabbed at it, snapping tightly shut. At the same time she felt her cuntal
muscles snap shut on his tongue. Brad moved his head around to the right, licking and
snarling like an unfed dog as he ate into her. When she started to hunch, Brad pulled
away.
"Oh God, fuck me," Carla heard herself beg. No, that couldn't be her mother's girl,
right here in the family livingroom. But it was true. There she was stark naked,
engaging not only in sex but in perverted sex, and begging this man to fuck her!
"You get what you ask for in my world," Brad said. Quickly Brad moved, sliding back
onto Carla's body and pushing his knees against the crack of her ass. The young blonde
could feel his dickhead pushing down against her cuntlips. He was going to fuck her!
She was going to lose her virginity, and to the man she'd always prayed she would lose
it to!
"Fuck, fuck," Carla groaned shamelessly. She felt the last vestiges of morality slip away
from her as her cunny lips unstuck and peeled back.
Brad pushed forward with his muscular, hairy ass. His thick cockhead pushed past the
outer labes, making them fold inward from the bigness and force of his sinking pecker.
His dickhead worked inside, pushing harder and harder until Carla's pussylips closed
tightly over it. His big long shaft was outside, waiting to shove into the velvety dark
pink depths of her twat. Brad twisted his body around now so she could feel his prick
working. The fat, spongy head reamed out her passage, sliding further and deeper into
her body. His shaft disappeared inch by inch.
"Ohhh!" Carla groaned as she felt her pussy being stretched apart for the first time. Her
titties flattened against her chest as Brad's body glued onto hers. Their hipbones ground
against one another as more and more of his cock fed into the girl's eager cunt.
Carla felt the pressure in her cunt become more intense as Brad shoved in deeper.
There were only a few more inches to go. She wanted it all sliding in and out of her.
She wanted Brad rolling down on top of her, crushing her into the sofa. She reached up
to pull his chest down harder.
"Fuck!" Brad gasped.
"Oh, God, fuck me," Carla repeated.
Brad bore down harder. His rod pushed through the tight, oily passage. His cockhead
was frying in the hot pussy oil. As it pushed aside the virgin membranes, forcing them
into a big tunnel, his rod was clutched at by the sensitive pussy walls. And then he felt
his cock run into something firm. For the first time he realized Carla was telling the
truth. She was a virgin, and he was the one going to deflower her. That thought made
him almost cum right there.
"NO!" Carla cried, tensing suddenly. She felt the pain as Brad forced his rod deeper.
She needed his fucking, hot for his body and cock. But there was too much pain from
her cherry. No, she couldn't let him go further.
"I've got to, babe," Brad said, roughly grabbing her by the shoulders and pinning her
down. His weight bore down on her again. His cockhead was ramming hard against the
membrane, forcing it to bow inward.
"HURT! HURT!" Carla cried, raking Brad's back with her razor-sharp fingernails. He
had to get off. He'd kill her with that dick of his!
But the young big man was determined.
"Now!" he said with determination. Brad lunged down, stabbing his prick through the
membrane and burying it into the depths of her cunt. His cock was sore from busting
her cherry, but he kept on shoving. Finally he had every inch of his prick rammed into
her cunt. His body ground down onto hers. Quietly he lay on her titties, his breath
coming in uneven breaths.
Carla, meanwhile, had nearly been knocked unconscious by the force of the blow. The
pain had been terrible. It was as if someone had taken a knife and ripped open her
belly. Now she lay there, split apart, she thought, but somehow stuck together by Brad's
fat dick.
The young man waited several more minutes until he guessed the initial pain was over.
His cock still throbbed and swelled like a balloon inside the young girl.
"Carla, you okay?"
"I-I think so," she stammered, afraid to move. The burning pain had subsided, but she
was afraid to move for fear of feeling the agony again.
"It won't hurt again, baby," Brad said, guessing what was worrying her. Slowly he
moved his thighs back and forth. Carla felt his cock stirring like a spoon inside her. At
first she tensed, afraid the pain would return. But in its place the warm, tight hot
feeling that had blown her mind apart before returned, burning more furiously than
ever.
"OHHH!" the girl moaned. She was thrilled by the hardness of that dick in her. She felt
his thick cockhead drawing up her cunny, then sliding back down into her body. His
hips worked up and down, slow at first, then gaining speed. He was shoving his cock in
and out like a piston.
"AHHH!" Carla cried as she felt his groin rubbing against her clit. His hairy muscular
body robbed her of her strength and resistance. Every nerve-ending sang as she spread
her legs as widely apart as she could.
Carla groaned over and over as she felt the rushing of his cock through her cunt. Before
she knew it he was hammering against her clit. "Uh! Ungh! Ungh!" Carla cried with
each downward blow. This time Brad didn't stop. He kept going, slamming his groin
down harder and faster. His weight shook her as he hunched his way into her body
over and over. Carla grunted with the force of his hammering blows. Her pussy was
being stretched apart by the working of his massive strokes. His dick was swelling wider
and wider, stretching her open until she felt she was going to come apart.
"Ohhhh!" Carla moaned as a flash of fire raced through her. Her arms flew back
around Brad's neck while her ass ground up to meet him.
"Gettin' close? Let it fly, cum with me, babe shoot, shoot!" Brad growled as he worked
his thick-muscled hips like piledrivers.
Carla felt an explosion building up inside her. It spread all through her cunny, deep
inside her pussy hole and through her ass. Her body tensed up.
"Ahhhh!" Brad moaned, increasing his thrusts and hunching until his cock burned with
the friction. His balls tightened up in their sacs. The big muscles in his ass cramped up
while his cock throbbed wildly. The thick tube running the length of his dick was
getting ready to take the jizz from his balls and spray it into her rumbling, fluttering
cunny.
"Ahhh, NOW, NOW!" Carla pleaded as she felt his cock throbbing inside her. Her
cunny walls tightened around it, milking the prick, drawing more and more of that
slamming cock inside her. As the trembling began to shake its thick length Carla felt
her pussy clutching and grabbing. Then Brad's body stopped its fucking motion
suddenly. His muscles stiffened, quivered, trembled high above her. A low, animalsounding 
growl seemed to rip loose from his throat. His eyes rolled up into the back of
his head.
And then Carla felt hot jets of something rich, creamy and scalding, burn into her
cunny walls. It made her lose all control, forcing her body to arch up under his weight.
"AHHHH!" Carla cried out. She was cutting loose with her own orgasm. The first
contraction nearly punched her out. It felt as if her world was inside her pussy and
blowing apart. Her cunt walls spasmed while her snatch clutched around Brad's
shooting meat. The young blonde twisted around and around, writhing in Brad's steely
arms while more hot jizz blew into her clutching twat.
"Cum, cum," Brad repeated over and over while his balls squeezed out their load inside
her. He pushed his body down and held it there, feeling his cock wriggling and
squirming inside Carla's twat.
"Cummmmm," Carla cried as she felt the peak of her orgasm wash over her, nearly
leaving her breathless in its wake. The horrors of her virginity loss faded quickly under
the pulsing of Brad's still-shooting prick.


Chapter 3

"Hey baby, lookin' around for excitement?"
"Need a little action, honey-pot?"
"You wanna get out of the rain to my place and I'll get somethin' stiff and hot into ya."
Carla hurried across the street in the driving rain, pulling the collar of her trench coat
against her cheek. The three motorcyclists straddled their bikes at the crosswalk, jeering
at the running girl as she climbed onto the sidewalk and rushed into the card shop.
"Good morning, Mrs. Jensen," Carla said as the bell over the door jingled merrily. She
walked briskly into the tiny store, untying the rain bonnet covering her long blonde
hair and laying it carefully down on the counter. An elderly, white-haired smiling
woman greeted her from the back room.
"A little late, dear?"
"I'm sorry. The weather," Carla said as she peeled off her rain coat and hung it behind
the counter. She stifled a yawn, wondering if Brad's mustache left any tell-tale blotches
on her face. She still felt the warm, stuffed sensation of his cock inside her pussy from
last night. He fucked her twice that evening, the second time being more wonderful
than the first if that were possible. Brad left just in time, for her mother returned from
the town hall meeting not more than fifteen minutes after his truck pulled away.
"Daydreaming?"
"I'm sorry," Carla said, snapping to and walking from behind the counter to get the
shop ready for opening. As she bent over the edge of the curtain by the display window
the young blonde was aware of someone standing out front. Rolling up her eyes she
saw the three cyclists who had cat-called at her a few seconds ago staring into the shop.
Droplets of water rolled off their leather caps and jackets as their lips twisted into sick
grins. Carla sucked in a breath of surprise and fear, backing away instinctively. Her
obvious show of fear pleased them. Nodding toward the door, they walked into the
shop.
"Can-can I help you?" Carla stammered out, backing away until she could feel the
counter pressing against her ass.
No one spoke. They stood there like three spectres in black leather. Their jackets, chaps
and hats dripped from the rain while their faces became horrible masks of grinning
satisfaction.
"What do you think, Chuck?" the shortest one of them asked.
Chuck, the leader, raised his cap up, tilting it back on his head and wiping his gloved
hand across a shock of his jet-black hair. Droplets of rain still clung to his mustache
and beard.
"Not bad, not a bad chick at all," he said in a voice sounding more like a growl. He
stepped forward, raising one hand. Instinctively Carla grabbed at her throat. "What's
going on out there?" Mrs. Jensen asked, spreading the curtains separating the
storeroom from the shop and stepping behind Carla.
"Mind your own business, old broad," Chuck sneered, flashing an angry look at the
shop owner before returning to the trembling Carla. "You're a real nice lady. Maybe
you get friendly to a new guy in town?" the cyclist asked. He jerked his hand out and
grabbed the blonde hard around the wrist. Carla cried out, her head snapping back as
Chuck pulled her roughly from the counter to him. Mrs. Jensen screamed, covering her
mouth with her hand, then stepping back into the storeroom. The others watched,
chuckling and wiping their mouths with their wet hands as Chuck held Carla tightly. "I
used to have a babe like you somewhere up in Montana. But she never had the class
you've got."
Carla was gripped by sheer terror. The rank smell of stale beer reeked on Chuck's
breath. She felt overpowered, crushed by this huge, cruel man in leather. The smell of
that material seemed to fill her flared nostrils. And his hands – how they hurt her,
commanded her, and... even excited her!
"Maybe mama wants to get friendly," Chuck said, a little surprised at what he thought
was a positive reaction to him. Quickly he bent his head down, forcing his lips against
the blonde's while his hands roamed freely over her body.
Carla screamed into Chuck's mouth, raising her hands and pressing her palms hard
against his thick chest. She twisted in his grip, trying to get free. But the big man kept
on, moving his hands around her buttocks and squeezing the fleshy pads cruelly with
his big hands. At the same time he stabbed his rough tongue hard into her mouth,
driving what seemed like pints of spittle down her throat until Carla thought she would
drown.
When the blonde teenager felt the hem of her skirt being pulled up to her ass, she
reacted quickly. With a quick jerk, Carla jammed her left knee into Chuck's bulging
crotch, pushing him away hard with both hands.
"Uhhh," Chuck cried out, doubling over and staggering back to his equally surprised
friends. At the same time Mrs. Jensen reappeared from behind the curtains, a .38 held
unsteadily in both her hands.
"You thugs get out of here. I've called the police. They'll be here in a few minutes to get
you scum out of here." the old lady cried in a high, nervous voice.
"You goddamned little bitch. No fuckin' cunt does that to Chuck Granger and gets
away with it," the cyclist said, turning around after flashing a look of inexorable hatred
at the young blonde.
"Don't you worry dear. We've already had plenty of meetings on them. They won't be
around here much longer," Mrs. Jensen said, putting one arm around her and patting
her gently on the shoulder.
Carla was still trembling, Chuck's warning words still ringing in her ears. What he did
to her was unforgivable. And yet at the same time the young blonde couldn't help
admitting something deep inside her responded to that treatment. Chuck sensed it and
played on it.
"I'll be all right, Mrs. Jensen," Carla said, smiling and pulling away from the woman.
The rest of the day went smoothly. Carla nearly forgot the early morning incident.
Images of Brad drifted through her mind as she waited on the few customers they had.
She couldn't drive that young mechanic and his cunt-splitting cock out of her mind.
Wherever she walked she thought she could still feel his thickly veined prong reaming
out her cunny, hammering against her unsheathed clit, driving her out of her mind
while her full titties jiggled and her pussy walls rumbled just prior to climax. When
would Brad call on her again? The thought she would have to live days, maybe weeks
without his cock almost made her desperate. The reluctant virgin had turned into a
kind of sex kitten.
That evening as Mrs. Jensen was counting the day's receipts Carla struggled into her
raincoat and peered out the front window. Her mother was supposed to have been at
the shop a half hour ago.
"Did you try your home again?" Mrs. Jensen called out from the back of the shop.
"Yes, Mrs. Jensen. No one's home. I hope she didn't have trouble with the car again,"
Carla said, sighing as she watched the rain come down in sheets and sweep along the
near-deserted street. The sky had darkened early. Although it was only five o'clock, the
streetlights were already on, glowing dimly through the heavy rain.
"Well, you can stay with me until she gets here," the old lady said. "I just live upstairs.
You certainly won't get wet going there."
"Thank you, Mrs. Jensen. But I'll try to make it home. If my mother comes, just tell her
I'm on my way," Carla said, turning up her coat collar and opening the door. The smell
of rain invaded her nose. The street was already half flooded, the sewers bubbling out
the runoff they couldn't take. The few cars that ventured out moved slowly down the
street, their tires creating wakes and waves. All around was the ringing, thudding sound
of rain beating against the buildings and sidewalks.
Carla ran quickly, keeping her head down as she crossed the street, then headed into
the park. There the large oaks and elms offered some protection from the beating rain.
She walked more slowly in the park, thinking of Brad, then suddenly aware she was
alone in this relatively deserted area. She thought of Chuck and his friends. What if
they were watching her all day, waiting for her to come out alone? Now she was by
herself in the park. It had been foolish for her to go out of the shop, let alone come
here of all places.
Carla let out a whimper of fear, then crossed her hands over her tits and began to run
faster. All she had to do was get to the other end of the park. It was only four blocks
from there to the front door of her home.
But then the girl heard something behind her changing her hopes. It was the roaring
sound of motorcycles, screaming through the rain and growing louder.
Wheeling around Carla peered through the growing darkness and heavy rain, seeing
three shapes moving quickly down the broad main path toward her. It didn't take the
young girl long to figure out one of those shapes was Chuck on his bike.
"OH!" Carla cried, turning around and starting to run at a breakneck speed. She had to
get to the other end of the park. It was only five hundred feet away at the most. She
had to! She couldn't let them do anything to her. God only knows what people like that
would do to her.
Carla felt her foot slip on the slick concrete pavement. Reeling to the left, the young
blonde stretched her hands out for support. Letting out a cry of surprise and fear, Carla
stumbled to her knees, her palms hitting the pavement hard and keeping her from at
least sprawling out completely on the walk.
Chuck drove his cycle around Carla, the others staying behind the cringing young
blonde.
"Don't," she said in a tight, little voice. She had already pulled herself up and knelt on
the wet sidewalk, her hands criss-crossed over her tits. The rain pelted her face and
shoulders as Chuck pulled his cycle in front of her. The roar of the engine deafened the
young blonde as she shrank before the large, heavy-duty front tire only inches away
from her face.
"Thinks she's too fuckin' good for the likes of us. The whole fuckin' town's that way.
Well, let's see what we can show this little cunt," Chuck said, kicking down his bike
stand, then climbing quickly off the Harley.
Carla moved away from Chuck. The young cyclist was determined, grabbing her hard
and fast around the left arm before she could start to get away. He pulled her up
roughly, dragging the reluctant girl across the walk to his bike.
"No funny stuff, remember. Nobody's out on a night like this, so you can quit thinkin'
you're gonna flag somebody down. Get on," Chuck ordered, pushing her hard against
the bike.
Carla watched him with big, terrified eyes. She couldn't escape. They'd chase her
around the park, toy with her like a piece of raw meat, then maybe even kill her! No,
she could only do what they told her and pray God they'd let her go when they got
through.
Slowly Carla climbed on the big bike, one leg over the rear seat, her ass sliding down
until she was more or less comfortably seated. The roar of the engine telegraphed
through the bike, vibrating the seat and also vibrating the sensitive parts of her pussy.
In spite of the horror of her situation, Carla couldn't help but enjoy the pleasurable
sensations tickling her clitty.
"Hold on. Rick, you and Dave watch out behind us to make sure little miss prissy-ass
doesn't try anything funny," Chuck shouted around his right shoulder, then turned
around and started up the bike.
Carla wrapped her hands around his narrow waist and ducked her head down as they
sped down the street toward the bikers' hideaway. The young blonde's mind was a riot
of fears. What were they going to do to her? She'd heard of some of the perverted
ceremonies biker gangs held, some of them resulting in the deaths of the various
participants. Would she be a victim also?
These and other thoughts ran round and round the girl's head as they sped down the
highway. Nearly twenty minutes later they turned into a gravel drive. This had to be
the place she'd heard her mother talking about with the other neighbors. This was the
home the town was trying to get these men out of. And here she was, about to enter it
to do – what?
"Okay, blondie. Off," Chuck said, kicking down the stand and shutting off the engine.
Carla pushed herself away from Chuck, carefully lifting one foot off the ground and
about to bring it over the rear of the bike. But Chuck had other plans. With a quick
jerky movement he swung his right hand back and around, hitting Carla hard across
the chin and knocking her off-balance.
"Ohhh!" the girl cried, stumbling over the rear of the bike and pitching down head first
into the muddy ground. She felt the soft ooze of the mud splash against her hands and
face while her feet became entangled in the wheel spokes of the bike. The pain in her
ankles was quick and agonizing.
"Get her off and cleaned up inside," Chuck grunted, smiling down cruelly at the
muddied young woman.
Rick and Dave parked their bikes in the shed on the other side of the home, then
moved around Carla and helped her out from under the bike. The young blonde
groaned in pain, limping as best she could between the two men as they led her up the
few steps to the long porch of the old wooden farmhouse.
"Inside," they ordered, shoving the girl through the door.
Carla stumbled into a large, nearly empty room. Several hurricane lamps placed on
tables of various shapes were on, giving the room a lurid, eerie atmosphere. The home
smelled of dust and dampness. Old faded and peeling wallpaper covered the walls while
plaster peeled from the ceiling.
Dave pulled a chair out from one of the tables and silently indicated with a nod of his
head for her to sit on it. Carla pulled her dirtied raincoat tightly around her shoulders
and moved slowly, her eyes riveted on the two bikers as she took her seat. Both men
moved around to the front, sliding their asses on the table and examining her silently.
Finally Dave pushed back his cap, letting it fall to the table top and letting out a low
whistle.
"Cute. Too bad we're gonna have to work over them looks."
Carla shivered.
"Yeah, real pretty. Chuck's got a way with real pretty snooty ones. They ain't either
when he gets through with 'em," Rick added.
Carla knew they were toying with her. But their words still frightened her. She saw
both of them more clearly now. Each was smaller than Chuck, though bigger than most
men she knew. Dave was a big man, thick-shouldered and thighed with a full head of
blond hair cut short in military style. A small scar on his right cheek was the only
distinguishing feature on his handsome face. With his cruel eyes and thin lips he might
have passed for a Gestapo agent.
Rick was a little smaller but still threatening in stature. His brown hair curled over the
tops of his ears and his forehead. More delicately featured than the other two, he
seemed the kinder of this small gang. Carla shivered again as the door flew open and
Chuck stood spread-legged in the doorway. The rain blew into the room, driven by the
rising wind. Carla looked at him, then realized he held something in his hand. It was a
long black leather leash, at the other end of which was a shivering gray and white
German shepherd.
"Get her naked," Chuck said evenly, tugging at the leash as he walked in, slamming the
door behind him.
Dave and Rick moved obediently, slipping their hands under Carla's shoulders and
shoving her to her feet. The pain in her twisted ankle made the young girl pitch
forward, steadying herself on the table with both hands.
"Hurt, eh? Well, we'll make sure you won't be thinkin' much about that ankle," Chuck
said.
What happened next was confusing to the girl. There were so many hands all around
her, tearing at her clothes, peeling them off while that large dog kept on barking louder
and louder. Soon she realized they had ripped off everything. She stood there, a
shivering, goose-fleshed naked woman in the middle of a pile of torn clothing. Chuck
dropped the leash for a moment, telling the dog to sit while he walked up to the young
girl.
"Nice ass," he said, running one finger over the curved globes. Carla looked down and
saw the front of his Levi's tenting up. She could see he was bigger than Brad! Oh God,
was he going to try to shove that thing up her ass? "Good cunt," Chuck said more
thickly, moving his fingers around the girl's jutting thighbone to her pussymound.
Carla kept silent, closing her eyes and letting the young cyclist do what he pleased with
her. She felt him pawing her, running the back of his hands over her blonde furry
cunthairs, then turning his fingers in and pushing them gently into the jagged crack
separating her outer labes.
"Teaser," he said gruffly, striking Carla hard across the right chin. The suddenness of
that blow knocked the girl off balance. She spun around, knocking over the chair she'd
been sitting in. With a sob and cry, Carla fell to the floor, rolling over on her right side.
"Bitch," Chuck grunted as he came closer. His thick-heeled boots seemed to crunch
over the thick layer of dirt on the wooden floor.
He stopped in front of her. While she lay on her side facing the big cyclist she could see
his black leather boots reeked of filthy mud. For the first time since her capture earlier,
Carla felt real fear. The skin along her thighs crawled. As Chuck took a step closer she
drew back. The dim light from the hurricane lamps caught the cyclist's face and upper
torso. The sweat on his face made him look like something from hell come to destroy
her. His forehead wrinkled and the skin around his dark eyes tightened.
Bending down Chuck laid his calloused palm on her shoulder, pushing her back with a
force that sent her head crashing against the floor. She sucked in her breath, suddenly
afraid of the man in front of her.
"You want me or the dog?" he said gruffly, stealing a glance at the German shepherd
who by this time had rested his large head on his forepaws, watching the scene carefully
with his ears pricked forward.
"Wh-what?" Carla asked uncomprehendingly.
"Never mind. You'll understand later," Chuck said. "Sit up."
When she hesitated, he grabbed her hair, filling his palm with blonde strands curling
around his fingers. He jerked her close. Carla's mouth struck the side of his motorcycle
boot. Her lip cracked and she was able to taste blood. The horror of what she was soon
to be a part of surged through her.
The girl tensed when Chuck raised a hand. He let her scoot back in a retreat to the
wall. When she lay cringing against it with one hand covering her wounded mouth, he
moved toward her.
Carla saw his hard-on. She could hear his labored breathing. With quick glances she
saw Rick and Chuck. They were watching with interest, their hands groping ominous
bulges in their respective crotches. No, she'd get no help from them... Then she shifted
her eyes up and saw Chuck. His eyes had the hungry, cruel stare of a sewer rat's.
"Don't... hurt..." she said in a quivering voice.
Chuck only smiled, his fleshy lips pulled back across his teeth. When she flattened
herself, drawing her body into a small ball, his big hand came down. The sound of the
loud slap echoed through the empty room. The force of that blow made her head throb.
Her head snapped back, striking the wall and making her brain reel around.
"Okay."
Carla sat dazed, her legs spread widely apart. Her arms hung from her shoulders
uselessly. What was he doing to do? She thought he'd be on top of her by now, forcing
her cuntlips apart with the fat head of his heavy prong. But instead he moved back
toward the table. She watched him picking up the leash and pulling the growling dog
toward her. It was only when he took the leash off the animal's collar, petted the large
head, then pointed to her naked, vulnerable pussy Carla realized what they were going
to do to her.
"Oh no, not THAT!" the girl cried, her legs snapping together while her hands shot up
and protected her hanging titties.
"Open up," Chuck shouted, striking her kneecaps hard with his fist.
Carla cried out as the blow knocked her legs apart. The shepherd took advantage of the
space and crawled in, pushing his nose against the girl's thigh.
"Ohhhh!" Carla cried, shivering at the touch of the big animal's cold nose. Her eyes
rolled down and saw the dog sniffing at her frazzled cunthairs. "God, oh God," she
groaned, closing her eyes and trying to stop the tears from welling up.


Chapter 4

Carla shivered as she felt the animal's breath blow against her outer labes. He was
sniffing her, smelling her female cuntal juices. The girl watched as his big bushy tail
flicked from side to side. His muscles quivered, and a low, deep growl came from
between his teeth. Carla fanned out her toes, slowly drawing her knees protectively up
toward her belly. She was sure the big animal was going to tear her pussy apart.
"Go on, Shadow. Feed," Chuck said in a hard voice.
The big shepherd took the hint. Placing his large forepaws on her thigh, Shadow
pushed forward, nuzzling Carla's pussy with his snout. The girl closed her eyes and let
out a rush of air. The cords in her neck stood out while her body quivered with
revulsion and fear. She could feel the dog's cold nose pushing against her outer
cuntlips, forcing them in, pressing deeper and deeper in the mouth of her tight cunny.
Oh God, it would be the last thing in the world for her to have thought of – to be
raped by a dog!
"Ahhhhh!" Carla cried, her shoulders hunching back against the wall. If only she could
get away from these men. The only thing sympathetic to her now was the animal it
seemed. And now the dog was wiggling and whining, moving his strong body back and
forth as he moved around her pussy.
Carla felt petrified. The first touch of his tongue had made her stomach buck with
terror and disgust. But now she began to feel something inside her actually responding
to that animal. She hated to admit it, but there was a strange kind of pleasure
awakening in her – related somehow to that excitement she felt in the shop earlier that
day when Chuck had attacked her. Without actually realizing it, Carla was scooting
down the wall, opening herself up to the dog as he pried and twisted his furry snout
into her cunny.
"Hey, the little girl's turnin' on," Chuck said, rubbing his crotch excitedly. The others
grunted; watching Carla's eyes glaze over and roll up into her head. She was breathing
hard now. Her nipples had become thick, hard nubs that wanted to be touched and
sucked. Her heart was pounding crazily, as hard as it had when Brad was on top of her,
shoving his prong into her virgin snatch.
"Ah!" Carla sighed. She was almost flat on the floor now. Shadow jumped excitedly up
on her, drool from his long pink tongue dipping onto her belly as he licked her navel
area excitedly. Carla wanted to guide him to where the hot, itchy spot in her crotch was
beginning to grow once more.
Gradually the animal moved back, his heavy prick swaying with each step he took on
the girl's slowly twisting body. Each movement was painfully slow to Carla now. She
could feel her cuntlips moving against one another, rubbing together as she rolled
slowly from one side to the other. She was juicing. The girl could feel her pussy oil
dribbling out of her cunny crack, trickling into the narrow crevice running between her
buttocks.
"MMMMMmahhhhh!" Carla sighed. His long tongue was so hot. It was rough and soft
at the same time, making her twist and groan more and more. Carla moved her
shoulders back and forth against the dirty wooden floor, forgetting where she was and
wallowing in the hot, wet sensations rippling over her cunny. The animal's short coat of
hair prickled her naked flesh. He hooked a leg up and petted his back with her ankle,
bumping his wagging tail. There was no denying it. Carla was letting it happen to her.
She had opened herself completely to the dog and was enjoying it.
"Ohhhhh!" Carla cried. She rolled onto her belly, laughing softly as the animal bobbed
his head around. He tried to find a sensitive spot again. He nosed around, licking her
on her down her back, her ass, and finally the furry crack separating her cunny from
her shithole until she was completely wet. Carla let out a shivery moan and widened
her knees. Then she slowly lifted her ass, moving it back and forth for the dog. Chuck
laughed as Shadow grunted and wet each buttock with his sloppy tongue. It slid up and
down in her crack until his spittle dribbled down over her thickly growing cuntal curls.
Carla arched her back more, excited by this new sensation. The girl was panting almost
as hard as the animal. Her head swam while she propped herself doggie fashion in front
of Shadow and his masters. The weight of her titties hanging down from her chest
seemed to excite her even more. She wobbled there on her elbows, gasping in lungfuls
of air when she could. She held her breath when Shadow's strong tongue brushed an
unusually sensitive spot, although for Carla anywhere on her pussymound was a
sensitive area. She parted her thighs until she could feel her small, inner cuntlips peel
stickily back from the swollen cuntal membranes along her slit. Shadow pushed at her,
growling hungrily, sliding his tongue under her cuntal mound and moving it upward.
"OHHHHH!" Carla growled. She felt herself losing her balance, collapsing on the floor
when the animal touched her sputtering clitty with his tongue. Her flesh crawled as she
rolled back onto her ass, moving her legs apart and hunching up in a silent plea for the
animal's muzzle.
Shadow understood, pushing into the throat of Carla's pussy with his funnel-shaped
snout. He was snuffing and panting in the steamy flesh. Carla cried out again, kicking
her right leg up as the tense thrills built.
The big shepherd was growling softly, a growl of lust she'd heard a few times before
when she'd seen two dogs fucking in the yard behind her home. Carla looked heavy
lidded at the big animal and saw his dark red cock jiggling back and forth. She
wondered what it would feel like to have that thing stabbing in and out of her pussy.
No, that would be too much. Even now, basking in the perverted glow of the German
shepherd's licking, Carla felt a pang of shame and guilt. But how could she ever look at
herself again if she were to allow Shadow to fuck her. No – licking was one thing – but
fucking!
"Yesssss," Carla hissed. She was shuddering, her eyes glued still to that strange, red
rubbery prong. She thought of dogs fucking in packs, fucking three males to a bitch,
fucking her. No, no, that was wrong!
Carla was babbling with excitement now, holding the dog's head down so he could lap
her cuntal slit open wider. Then she struggled up, propping her torso on her elbows.
Looking down Carla saw Shadow licking her cunt meat. He moved his tongue up,
rubbing her flooding pussymeat. Carla gasped excitedly while she watched her clitty
forced down. Shadow wagged his narrow hips as more of his cock slithered out of the
gray furry sheath.
"She takes to this like a duck to water," Rick commented, opening the front of his
trousers and yanking out his prick. The others did the same, jacking off, using their
drooling jizz as a slick grease for their cocks as they watched Carla being licked off by
their pet.
"Mmmmm," Carla groaned. She sucked in her lower lip and bit down until she could
taste blood. Oh God, how good and hot and wet the animal's tongue felt in her snatch!
Carla peered down again. Through the red fog of lust settling over her brain she could
see her cuntal hair clinging together in wet little curls along the edge of her pussylips.
Sitting with her legs a little crossed made her snatch completely open to Shadow's
licking. She saw the tendons in her thighs bulging out with excitement, trembling
whenever Shadow slurped up toward her sputtering clitty shaft.
Shadow moved out of the girl's snatch for a second, twisting his head to the right and
opening his powerful maw. He closed his sharp criss-crossed teeth down on the ridged
muscle. Carla cried out in fear and delight, her muscles at first tensing, then relaxing as
a flash of hot lust shot through her cunt and asshole. The girl fell back on the floor and
shoved her cunt mound up, slowly rotating it around in circles. She was whimpering
for the dog to eat her again. Her fingers curled and scratched at the dirty wooden floor
while her head rolled from side to side. A string of drool trickled out of one corner of
her mouth, oozing down the side of her neck. Her belly ballooned out, then caved in as
she sucked in ragged breaths. Her face was a taut mask of depraved lust.
"Ohhh, OHHHHH!" Carla cried as the dog jumped forward and wildly tongued her
again. He moved it up and down, stabbing it into her jagged cuntal slit and wetting
down her juicing membranes until her asscheeks were wet with a mixture of pussy oil
and doggie spit. Carla's ass danced across the floor while her fingers clawed wildly. She
was close to cumming. If only there were something inside her cunny, something her
pussy walls could grab onto. But there was only Shadow's wonderful, trained tongue
licking and lapping her wetly, stickily up to a roaring climax.
Then it happened. She whipped her legs against the floor, hugging Shadow's furry body
with the inside of her knees as her clitty exploded into orgasm. Her hot pussy juices
boiled up from the roots of her twat, wetting down the short fur covering the animal's
pointed snout.
"Look at her go!"
"Sheeit!! I ain't never seen no broad act up like this one with ol' Shadow before," Rick
commented, holding himself back from shooting his load all over the floor.
"We'll see how she likes a dog dick inside her cunt later on," Chuck said coolly, almost
shooting his spunk as he watched Carla's final sexual contortions with his pet.
"Uh, uh, uh!" the girl cried out mindlessly with each searing orgasmic stab. She
couldn't stop moving her ass around the floor. She was squirming feverishly around the
floor that seemed to set the animal off in a crazier fury. He made strange grunting,
growling sounds as she banged her cumming twat against his face. She opened her
knees even wider. As her climax peaked, the dog opened his jaws and took her
trembling furry mound between his teeth. He shook her gently, his fangs pressingly
maddeningly against her pussy membranes while his tongue drew more and more
pleasure from her body.
"Ohhhhh," the girl groaned, her knees sagging apart as she collapsed completely from
fatigue. She had never expected something like this could happen to her.
"Shit, you ever see someone cum so fast with ol' Shadow?" Chuck said, his cock
throbbing ominously outside his Levi's.
The others shook their heads, still stroking their long cocks with their hands. Carla
looked sleepily up at the big man who by now had snapped the leash back onto the
animal's collar and led him whimpering and unsatisfied back to the table. He returned
his long, thick prick jerking and twitching with excitement. Carla found herself licking
her lips.
"Jesus. Look at 'er. She can't wait to get another dick in. Oops, not supposed to tell
yet," Chuck said, laughing and putting one finger up to his lips. Carla couldn't
understand what the joke was. She propped herself back on her elbows, covering her
titties with one hand and wondering what else they had in store for her.
"Phew! You stink, lady," Chuck said, wrinkling up his nose and backing away from the
girl. Carla flushed a deep red as the others laughed. "Like dog spit and cum all rolled
up in a ball. Still raining?" Chuck asked Dave.
His buddy slid off the table and kicked open the door. The damp smell and sound of
water pelting the outside told the answer.
"Come on. Gotta clean ya up," Chuck said, bending down and pulling Carla up off the
floor. Shadow barked excitedly as he watched the girl dragged across the room toward
the opened doorway. Chuck gripped her shoulders, pushing her out onto the porch.
The others followed, their lips twisted up into smiles as the leader shoved her down the
steps.
The rain was still heavy as Carla pitched forward. In a moment she was drenched, her
blonde hair plastered down to her skull as if it were a helmet. Droplets pelted her
goosefleshed skin, trickling down her titties, her belly and into her cunny crack. The
three men stood on the porch watching the girl ankle-deep in mud sobbing hysterically
and staring back at them.
"P-p-please let me back in," the girl whimpered.
Instead Chuck and the others ran out into the rain, jeering at the girl and throwing
clods of mud at her. Carla cried out, covering her cunny and face as best she could.
Chuck, Rick and Dave were soon as soaked as Carla was. But they seemed to thrive in
the wetness and filth.
"Oh!" Carla cried, trying to run away from Chuck. When she moved toward Rick,
however, he moved with his fists raised as if to hit her. She dodged, shrinking back
toward Chuck. Her titties bobbed. Her asscheeks and belly and thighs jiggled with her
desperate steps. She was sinking deeper and deeper into the mud. The rain trickled into
her eyes, blinding her as the shouts of the men echoed in her ears.
"Get her," Rick shouted. Dave slapped her buttocks, then hit her swinging titties.
Chuck threw mud clots, hitting her shoulders, back and buttocks Carla spun around,
not sure which way to go. The damp and cold were making her teeth chatter. But the
men kept after her, taunting her, hooting, throwing things, making her half crazy with
confusion.
Then Carla heard running behind her. It was Chuck. He grabbed her hair, pulling it
back to slow her down. He cried out something Carla didn't understand. Holding her
tightly, he pulled her blonde hair until her head was as far back as it could go. Still
gripping her hair, he moved his hand around and rammed two fingers hard into her
snatch. Her belly and cunt muscles closed shut involuntarily while her thighs clenched
at the invading digits. When she yelped with animal pleasure, Chuck, Dave and Rick
cried with triumph.
"Take it, baby," Chuck growled, his fingers probing her hole.
"Ohhhh!" Carla cried. She was so excited and taken off-guard her piss spurted onto his
probing hand. Letting out several obscene words, Chuck jerked his hand away, shoving
his urine-soiled fingers to her mouth. When Carla cried out, turning her head away and
retching in disgust he squeezed her ass, jabbing a knee into her belly.
Carla groaned, her mouth opening while she doubled over. It gave Chuck the
opportunity to jam his fingers into her mouth, sliding them around and around, coating
the girl's teeth and throat with her own piss. Then Chuck slapped her ass again and
again, hot needles of pleasure-pain rippling through her cunny and asshole. The mud
crept higher and higher on her ankles as she meekly submitted to Chuck's vile abuse.
She whimpered, gagged, throwing her head back and making her long, wet blonde hair
sweep across her shoulders.
"Come on. She's clean enough," Chuck said, taking her by the wrist once more and
dragging her back into the house.
"Let me go, please. Please, I won't tell anybody," Carla whimpered as she leaned against
the center table. Water dripped from her hair and shoulders as she looked pleadingly at
the three men by the door.
"Sure you won't tell anybody, 'cause you ain't gettin' outta here 'til we're long gone.
Then you ain't gonna be in much of a condition to tell nothin'," Chuck sneered.
Carla felt her scalp crawling with terror and an odd excitement. She was completely at
their mercy.
"Come on," Chuck said, raising his hand and backhanding her mouth. Carla's head
snapped to one side. The second blow left a red palm print on her cheek. "Down on the
floor and over."
Carla had no choice. Choking back the cry of terror just behind her lips the blonde
teenager obeyed, her knees buckling under her. She crouched down, turned around,
then lay on her belly. She could feel the cold dampness of the wooden floor creeping up
to her flattened titties and cunny. Behind and above her she heard the sound of a zipper
opening all the way, then of trousers sliding down.
Then Chuck was on top of her. His legs pinned hers to the floor while his hands
roamed freely over her body. She could feel something thick, hot and torpedo-shaped
pressing against her buttock. The big cyclist moved a little, and his cock slid into the
narrow ass-crack. Carla's worst fears were realized. He was going to butt-fuck her with
his ten-inch thick cock.


Chapter 5

Carla curled her slender fingers, digging her nails into the soft wooden floor while Brad
grunted on top of her. She could feel his muddy boots scraping painfully over her
ankles and calves while his unfastened leather belt dug into the flesh of her inner
thighs. He was grunting and growling like a pig, sliding his thick cock and heavy balls
around her buttcheeks, enjoying the sensation of his hot prick flesh against the girl's
cooler skin. Carla turned her head to one side, resting her cheek on the floor. She felt
like screaming but knew that would only inflame her tormentors. Instead, she lay
quietly, letting Chuck do whatever he pleased with her.
"Shit, she ain't movin' for you like she did for shitty Shadow," Dave taunted, stroking
his thinner cock and grinning ironically at his buddy.
"Guess ol' Chuck ain't got the technique of a dog," Rick added, laughing loudly until
one look at his leader's dark face silenced him.
"I'll get her movin'," Chuck growled, reeling back on his heels. He looked down at the
two rounded globes facing him and the dark narrow crack running between. Tufts of
golden hair curled up from the bottom of that narrow crevice, indications of the hot
cunny just on the other side. The big cyclist licked his lower lip, then lowered his hand
down to the asscrack and spread it wider.
"Uhhh," Carla groaned. The calloused flesh scraping her ass frightened her. She felt his
fingertips moving slowly up the asscrack, crawling agonizingly up to her tight little
bunghole. Then they were moving across the brown wrinkled skin, toying with the shitchute.
"Nice and tight, just like her cunny. I'd fuck that, but I'm savin' it for a special surprise
for someone," Chuck said sarcastically. With that he jabbed two fingers into her shitter,
burying them down to the second joint.
Carla's eyelids fluttered open and her eyeballs bulged out. The girl's knees flew apart
while her ass muscles stiffened and cramped. She felt as if her torso were being split in
two. Chuck growled more loudly above her, twisting and turning his fingers as if he
were screwing her onto a lamp.
"UHHHHH!" Carla groaned, trying to jerk her knees up to her belly. Then she'd give
him more room. But Chuck enjoyed her trouble. He kept her laying flat, twisting and
twisting his fingers around until he got the girl to move her hips in the same direction.
"Not movin', eh?"
Then he slipped another finger in, twisting the three around in the same manner. A
fourth found its way in seconds later. Soon Carla thought his entire fist had been
buried in her ass.
"No, NO!" the girl screamed. Her face was pinched and red, a mask of lust and fear.
Hot tears welled up in her eyes, trickling down her cheeks and dripping onto the floor.
The pain was agonizing. It seemed as if someone had set fire to her ass while stabbing it
with a blunt poker. How could they be doing this to someone perfectly innocent as she
was? Carla let out another sob, begging them tearfully to stop torturing her.
"Ain't gonna stop 'til you learn a little more manners with us," Chuck said, pulling all
the fingers out suddenly with a loud, squishy pop.
Carla let out a grunt, then shuddered as a hot-cold series of flashes tore through her ass
and cunny with that withdrawal.
"Guess she's ready," Chuck said, lowering himself back on her body and nestling his
long, fat sausage in the spit-filled asscrack.
Carla cried out but it was no use. She felt that flared dickhead edging up, crawling up
the tight little crevice between her buttocks. Soon it was pressing against her bunghole
lips, demanding entrance. Chuck raised himself slightly, tilting his groin back and at a
downward angle to drive his cock into the girl's quivering asshole. With a loud grunt
the big man squeezed his hairy buttocks together and stabbed Carla in the ass with his
prick.
"NNNNNGH!" she cried with an urgent scream. Her head snapped around while her
arms flew out in front of her. She had never been so stretched apart as now. A shock of
hot pain shot through her ass, radiating up to her cunny and belly. Her stomach turned
over, revolted by what was happening.
"Fuckin' tight," Chuck growled in a strained voice. He moved his arms to either side of
Carla's shoulders for leverage, lifting his torso from her back and hunching in and
down with his groin at the same time. More of his cock disappeared, stretching the
asshole lips until they threatened to crack apart from the pressure. Carla let out another
sob as she felt Chuck's prick worm its way down into her bowels. Her nipples suddenly
stiffened and tingled while her ass was still in agony and burned. It was strange how
her cunny grew hot, wet and tight while she was in so much pain. And yet the young
blonde couldn't deny the definite pleasurable sensations she was having in her pussy
while Chuck hammered and beat away at her tender ass.
"You're tearing me apart!" the girl wailed, closing her eyes and silently begging God for
her to die.
But Chuck kept going on, pushing harder and harder until half of his cock was buried
in the girl's butt.
"Hey, man, you're gonna split her apart," Dave cried.
"You think she's bleedin'?" Rick asked, watching Carla's twitching. She heard them and
was wondering herself about any damage being done to her ass.
"Naw. She's takin' it good," Chuck said, stroking the girl's jutting shoulder blades, then
pushing down hard again with his groin.
After several more efforts he'd managed to drive his cock into the girl. Carla let out a
sigh of relief when she felt his balls come to rest on the bottom curves of her rounded
buttocks. Her ass felt as if someone had stuffed a balloon in it then blew it up. The big
man braced himself over her, towering over the girl like a bridge. His cock throbbed
hard inside her ass, threatening to explode any second with a mind-blasting orgasm.
Carla wasn't near another climax. But the thought of that cyclist poised over her with
his prick buried inside her ass excited her terribly. A spasm soft as a baby's kiss tweaked
her clitty. Carla shuddered, clawing at the floor once more.
"Can't hold back," Chuck grunted.
"Hey, he's gonna dump in 'er," Dave said, crouching down low to watch what was
happening.
It all went so quickly. Chuck drew his cock half out, then slammed it down hard. He
repeated this action, hammering his cock in and out, in and out until Carla thought
half her bowels were hanging out her asshole by now.
Then the big man shuddered, clawing at the girl's tender flesh with his big calloused
hands. He dropped onto her, hunching fast and jerkily while his balls tightened up
against the fat base of his prick. In a second he was shooting thick, white hot wads of
cum into her bowels.
"Uhhhh," Chuck groaned, holding onto the girl's hipbones while he threw his dickmeat
faster and harder into Carla's ass. More and more spunk dumped into the blonde
teenager's shitter, spilling out and lubing down the still-fucking cock. Chuck hammered
his dick until he thought he'd turned the blonde's ass into a bloody pulp.
Carla cried and screamed, clawing at the floor and begging Chuck to take it easy. She
could feel the dirt crunching into her cunthole from the pressure of Chuck's assfucking.
In a few moments it was all over. Chuck held himself up, swaying drunkenly from side
to side while the final throbs died away in his cock. He rocked his hips from side to
side, reaming out her asshole while he closed his eyes and let out a low, humming
sound from his throat.
"Good?" Dave asked.
"Fuckin' A," Chuck said, drawing back and pulling out his cock. Carla shuddered, her
ass raising up from the floor, then falling back down when Chuck's prick came out.
Maybe now they'd let her go.
"Hey, I need a little relief too," Dave said. Carla knew what that meant. She drew her
arms down to her side and pushed herself up from the floor, rolling partially over onto
her right side. The girl looked up at the blond cyclist, wondering what kind of
humiliating torture he had in mind for her.
"She's got a nice, pretty little mouth, huh?" he asked, looking first at Chuck, then at
Rick.
"Oh, no, NO!" Carla cried.
"Come on, little momma," Chuck said, flipping his flaccid prong back into his pants
and nodding his head for Dave to go ahead and satisfy himself with the young blonde.
"Come on, chick," Dave said, moving in front of Chuck and pushing his cock down
toward the girl's half-opened mouth. Carla was now sitting, her legs together. She
pushed her head back, afraid to let that long, skinny cock near her lips.
"You want it, just like you wanted that fuckin' dog's tongue and you wanted Chuck's
cock up your goddamned ass!"
"That's not true!" Carla cried, stung by the young blond cyclist's taunting.
"Sure it is. All you cunts are alike," Dave said, grabbing her one hand and pulling it up
to his cock. He forced her fingers around it, squeezing them inward. She could feel the
slippery coating of cock juice on her palm. As Carla struggled, she knew all of them
sensed her sexual perversity this night. Her pussy was growing hotter and wetter just
when she was protesting the loudest. Her titties were driving her nuts. The ache in her
nipples increased while he forced her hand back and forth, up and down the full length
of his prong.
"Feel that dick and tell me you don't wanna suck it," Dave said thickly.
"It's wrong, it's wrong," Carla cried helplessly, turning her head away from Dave's
hairy, exposed crotch for the last time.
"Nothin' wrong about feelin' good, is there?"
Carla felt her body melting. There was a hotness going down from her belly down to
the fat, swollen lips of her cunny. She'd been partially worked up before by Chuck's
ass-fucking. But he'd been too fast and the pain had been too great to bring her off.
Now with Dave's prick dangling in front of her nose she felt the fires growing hotter
and hotter in her pussy. Only her clit and her titty tips were hard. They felt so sensitive
with swollen membranes and raw nerve endings Carla thought they would explode. She
felt her fingers wrap more voluntarily around Chuck's prick. The hot flesh throbbed
suddenly under her light pressure. Thick streams of pre-cum oozed out of the piss-slit
and ran down her palm. As the hot, meaty dick throbbed a second time, Carla greedily
squeezed it. Her hand jacked up and down, pulling the flexible outer covering over the
steely inner core.
"Yeah, just like that," Dave grunted, heaving a big sigh of relief. He spread his legs
further apart after having pushed his faded Levi's down to his ankles. "Suck it now,
babe."
Carla looked up at the hairy crotch. It was covered with dark blond hairs much like
hers. But his egg-shaped nuts hung loosely at the base of Dave's fat prick. There was
the stench of stale piss and sweat reeking from the crotch area. But somehow that odor
was like a sexual perfume for the young blonde teenager. The slippery hot membranes
of her cuntal walls cramped into hard knots. She crawled forward, resting her ass now
on the balls of her feet while her knees pressed against the floor. She felt Dave's lower
belly pressing against her forehead as he silently urged her to get on with sucking him.
Opening her mouth, she pulled her lips back as if she were going to eat a banana.
Dave's hands clasped around her neck, guiding her forward. Slowly she sank until his
cockhead brushed against her lips. In a moment her mouth opened wide. At the same
time Dave squeezed his smooth asscheeks together and shoved forward, burying a few
inches of his dick in the young teenager's mouth.
"Ahhhh!" he sighed with relief as he felt the warm wet tissues of her cheeks close
around his hot, tight cock.
Carla felt his salty prick brush over her front teeth, then slide along the top of her
tongue down toward her tonsils. The thick cum bubbled out of his prickhead into her
belly. The salty taste made her swallow until her mouth and throat were coated with a
thick film of that cum.
"Ohhh chick, give me that head," Dave moaned, twisting his hips back and forth. He
made his dick revolve around in her mouth like a spoon stirring pudding. Carla felt his
throbbing rod brush over the insides of her cheeks, making them puff out. Her tongue
worked over his moving dick, flicking at the thick cum tube, working over the tight scar
where his foreskin had been cut away.
"Lick that cock. Go ahead, get it good, chick. Get at my dick," Dave groaned. He
centered his cock in her mouth, then slowly pulled her head forward and down.
Carla felt the fleshy head pushing back over her tongue, going further toward that back
of her mouth. Carla tried breathing through her nose but it was almost impossible. She
thought she was suffocating in cockheat. Then Dave pulled his hands around to the
front of her mouth, toying with his own prick while stabbing it in and out.
"Yeah, yeah, yeah," Dave groaned each time he shoved his cock in her mouth. The girl
responded by coiling her tongue around it, tasting the increasing flood of jizz pouring
from the piss-slit.
"MMMMGGG!" Carla suddenly cried, jerking her hands up to Dave's groin and trying
to push him away. But the young man held onto her, driving her head against his
crotch and holding it there. His head tilted back while the cords in his neck stood out.
Sweat oozed down his forehead while a small vein near his eye throbbed. Chuck and
Rick watched while Dave's knees buckled slightly, stiffening just in time before he fell
to the floor. He was hunching his groin hard against the choking girl's face, beating
Carla's nose and chin with his crotch. The young blonde felt Dave's nuts slap her chin.
More importantly was the steady spraying of spunk down her throat. Dave was
cumming, dumping his load in her mouth.
Carla gagged and twisted, trying to pull away. But nothing could be done. The young
cyclist's cum oozed out from the corners of her mouth, trickling down her chin and
hanging finally down from her face in long drooling strings. Carla breathed and snorted
through her flared nostrils while Dave's cumming seemed to go on forever.
It finally ended. With a sigh, Dave staggered back, pulling his cock from the girl's
mouth. Carla held her stomach with both hands, doubling over and spitting out the
bleachy tasting spunk.
"Our little Miss prissy ass's learnin' fast. The next lesson ought to be a snap," Chuck
said, winking at his buddies. Carla cringed at the thought of what that would be.


Chapter 6

"Come on, boy, come on," Chuck said, slapping his knee with his right hand. Carla
knelt on the floor, still wiping traces of Dave's cum from the corners of her mouth. She
looked at the two men, then at Rick. What more could they possibly want to do to her?
They humiliated and violated her as much as they could.
The big German shepherd padded over to his owner, his tail wagging slowly back and
forth. Carla felt her flesh crawl when she saw the animal's ears flatten back, then prick
up when Chuck reached over and patted him on the head. The animal tilted his head
back and stuck out his tongue, lapping at the big cyclist's face while his tail-wagging
increased. He crouched down, then sat on the floor, waiting for instructions.
"Roll over, baby," Chuck said, glancing up from the dog for only a moment.
Carla looked first at Chuck, then the animal. In a flash of realization she knew what
they were going to do to her.
"Oh no, NO!" Carla cried. She shot her hand up to her mouth and bit down hard on
one finger. The horror of an animal fucking crashed in on her like a bomb.
"I said roll over, or I'll kick you over," Chuck snarled. He started to get up and move
toward her. Carla shrank back, then reluctantly moved forward, rolling on all fours
until her ass was sticking up high in the air.
Chuck looked at the helpless naked blonde teenager. Her young, firm breasts hung like
two creamy pendants from her chest. Her belly was drawn tight with nervousness,
while her firm, rounded buttocks faced him. The long, narrow asscrack looked like a
black line with golden hairs at the bottom indicating where her pussy began. Chuck felt
his cockmeat stirring.
"Go on, boy," Chuck whispered in the animal's ear, letting go of the leash once more
and patting Shadow on the ass. The big dog barked twice, then turned and crept toward
the panting Carla.
The young blonde heard Shadow's toenails clatter across the floor. His breath seemed to
match hers as he drew closer. The girl could soon feel Shadow's nose brushing against
her calf. He was sniffing her again, picking up the smell of Chuck's cum that must be
reeking from her asshole. A nervous quiver rippled through her cunny.
Then the animal pushed forward, raising his head and pinning back his ears. Carla
could feel something hot and wet sopping up her buttocks. It was Shadow's now
familiar tongue, licking at her smooth assflesh. It snaked into her narrow asscrack,
licking at the remains of the cum leaking from her shitter, then moving down the crack
further and further until it was screwing into her cunny.
"Ohhh," Carla cried. She felt her knees and shoulders shudder when the animal's
tongue came in contact with her sensitive inner cuntlips. He was peeling back her outer
labes, drilling into the throat of her pussy and teasing her inner lips with the pointed
tip of his tongue.
Carla let out a gasp, her head jerking back while her fingers curled into two tight fists.
Her skin crawled with unspeakable delight as the dog continued licking her off.
"There, there," she whispered, closing her eyes and rubbing the back of her neck with
her head. Oh God, how good it felt to have that animal licking her that way! She was
shaking everywhere, tilting her ass up as far as she could. Shadow whined through his
nose and plowed his pointed snout into her pussy hole.
Carla was going crazy. She felt as if a furry cock had just begun to fuck her. He was
twisting his head and licking around the sensitive rung of cuntal muscles. Carla felt
them snap shut and tighten around Shadow's muzzle and hot tongue each time he
jabbed deeper. Oh God, it was just like being fucked by Brad the other night!
The young blonde danced her ass around in circles, then plunged it up and down. She
needed more friction to make this more pleasurable. When the animal raked up against
her clitty again, Carla cried out and clawed the floor once more. Her head snapped
from side to side, making her golden hair whip across her knuckles.
"Oh God, there, there!" she cried louder, moving her ass around in tight little circles.
She was sobbing now, crying out, begging the animal to relieve the hot, tense itching
building up like a bomb inside her twat. Shadow backed away for a second, digging at
her thighs again with both paws, then burrowing his black nose into the sloppy cuntal
mess.
Carla thought she was going to cum. She could feel herself teetering. The animal's
sloppy tongue was pushing hot spittle up against her clitty, filling her cunthole with all
that sticky fluid, making her feel oh so wonderful. The young girl felt as if someone
were drawing a razor blade across her cuntal membranes. They ached so much! If only
she could have more friction!
"Hop up, boy!"
In an instant the tongue was gone from Carla's pussy. She let out a sigh, opening her
eyes and looking through a film of lustful tears. Everything seemed much sharper.
Then suddenly the girl was aware of a great furry weight on her back. It was Shadow,
his paws slithering along her sides. She could feel his toenails painfully scraping her
tender flesh as he tried to position himself for the fucking. "Ohh!" Carla cried. His
humping and trembling haunches made his thick, funnel-shaped cock shake up and
down. Oh God, how swollen her cunt seemed. The heat and wetness were driving her
crazy! At this point Carla didn't care what was going inside her to satisfy that killing
itch. She just wanted it all to stop.
In a moment Carla felt Shadow's prick sliding up her thighs, edging closer and closer
toward her cunthole. His head flattened down in the hollow between her shoulder
blades. Carla felt the prickly hot fur tickling her flesh. That sensation seemed to heat up
her cunny even more. Shadow's whimpers were turning into growls. Carla knew dogs
didn't care much about foreplay. When they decided it was time for a fuck, they went
in and got it, then got out just as quickly.
Her suspicions were soon justified. Shadow let out another growl, then tightened his
grip around the girl's belly. Carla sucked in a deep breath and held it when she felt the
shepherd's hindquarters move back slightly and tremble. He was drawing his cock back
like a sword, preparing to jab it into the hot, drooling hole at the bottom of Carla's
upturned ass.
"UHHH!" the blonde moaned when she felt the pointed tip of his prick push against
her bloated cuntlip. The animal moved a little to the left, dragging his cock along until
it was sliding into the tight wet crack separating her cuntlips. Slowly the red rubbery
prong sliced into the girl's snatch, pushing back the pussylips into a wide grin.
Shadow's eyes quivered, then rolled back into his head while he dug his toenails into
the girl's flesh.
"NO!" Carla cried, feeling the German shepherd's cock entering her, stretching her
cuntal membranes into a tight tunnel. It wasn't like getting fucked by Brad. But oh
God, how much better it was to fuck with something inside you than with a pair of
fingers or a tongue!
The girl wiggled her ass excitedly, bouncing it up and down in the air. Carla's mind
spun deliciously with images of dogs fucking, of the dog presently fucking her. She
rolled her head from side to side, letting out tiny gasps of unnatural delight as she even
backed into the fucking animal. More and more of that doggie meat was being fed into
her pussy. She could feel Shadow's prong throbbing against her cuntal walls. She could
feel his tiny balls finally pressing up against her buttocks. He was all the way in her –
all the way with the exception of that big fat knot just in front of his cockroot. Shadow
gripped the girl harder, trying to work that knob in. But Carla's pussy was just too
tight. Giving up quickly Shadow began pumping regularly, his back arching up with
every forward hunch.
Carla started sobbing when she felt the sides of her pussy catching on fire. The knobs
on the animal's cock were like the frills of a French Tickler, stimulating the woman's
clitty and cuntlips as they'd never been tantalized before. Every time the large knot
banged against her outer labes, Carla grunted like a stuffed pig. He was still trying to
work that large thing inside her while his fucking motions became quick, short jabbing
thrusts.
"Oh God, God, God," Carla wailed as her body bucked and thrust in time to the dog's
fucking. Sweat trickled down her forehead, plastering some blonde hairs to her flesh.
Her big titties swayed from side to side, jerking forward each time Shadow slammed his
groin into Carla's crotch. She could feel her cuntlips being stretched to the maximum,
even hurting a little as the knot seemed to be working its way deeper and deeper into
her snatch.
"UHHHHH!" Carla cried. She could feel the animal's prick ballooning up, threatening
to explode into her at any second.
"I think he's gonna cum," Chuck said, watching Carla as the big dog hammered harder
and harder against her pussy.
"Yeah, here he goes. Cuttin' loose," Dave added.
"Shootin' into her now," Rick said, working his fingers around his still-stiff dick.
"ARRHHH!" Carla cried. They were right. Shadow had fucked himself to a roaring
climax. In a moment his fucking motions stopped. His body tensed and froze for a
second. Then the humping continued more ferociously than before. She could hear the
animal growling into her ears, tightening his grip, tearing her flesh with his sharp
toenails. And then came the hot, steady streaking streams of animal cum pouring into
her cunny. Carla desperately wiggled her ass, trying to push her clitty shaft against the
animal's spraying dick.
But Shadow was interested only in getting himself off. Humping furiously now, he
dumped all his spunk into the girl's pussy in a few seconds, giving her a few farewell
hunches before pulling his cock out quickly, trotting back over to the table and curling
into a tight ball while licking his flaccid dick.
Things were not so quickly over for Carla. She'd been teased up to a climax, and yet
nothing had happened. Shadow's jizz leaked from her pussy slit and she was still
moaning like a bitch in heat.
"Uhhh!"
Carla jerked her head from side to side. There was a steady pulsing itch in her cunt.
Her pussylips were red and hot, and her clitty seemed to burn like a glowing coal.
"Wanna help her get off?" Chuck asked, looking at Rick. "You ain't had a crack at the
little bitch."
"With all that dog shit inside her? Are you nuts? Naw, I'll wait for somethin' else," Rick
said, watching the girl bringing herself off on the floor.
"UHHH!" Carla moaned again. She had both hands spread apart in front of her, her
knees slowly drawing together. The wet friction of her cum-spattered cuntal walls
rubbing together was getting more intense the closer her legs were. Carla's head
drooped. Her eyes glazed over and feel out of focus. She had almost no control over
herself now. "HHH!" she cried again. It was too good. She didn't want it to stop. With
her thighs now tight together, Carla dipped and plunged her ass. She was moving so
quickly a sweat broke out on her upper lip. She felt a strange damp hot wetness break
out all over her flesh. She was cumming, bringing herself off. Carla thought of the dog,
thought of Dave, Chuck and of Brad. All those cocks ramming her in her ass, pussy
and mouth. And she'd been a virgin just the day before! Already she had more
experiences than a common street whore!
"Cummmmm," Carla gasped. Thrilling killing spasms grabbed at her pussywalls. Her
knees pushed back and she fell to the floor, rolling from side to side while still rubbing
her pussywalls together with her subtle hip movements. A fire storm swept over her
body and mind as the waves of orgasm swept over her like a tidal wave.
When it was over, Carla pulled herself back up to a sitting position and looked
pleadingly at the three men.
"You sure drop all that nicey-poo shit fast enough when there's a hot cock ready to get
rammed up your fuckin' snatch, babe," Chuck said, raising his eyebrows and smiling
cruelly. "But you ain't taken care of my little buddy here," he said, nodding his head
over toward Rick.
Carla looked at the smaller man. His cock curled up from his groin at the center.
Having something like that would sure excite her pussy. But she could tell the young
cyclist wasn't about to ram his cock into her pussy while it was still dribbling out
streams of Shadow's doggie cum.
"Give him a fast suck-job," Chuck said, pushing Rick over to her. "Gives fuckin' good
head."
Carla noted Rick's cock was almost as long as Chuck's, though not nearly as thick. It
stuck out like a fallen tree limb. It was gnarled with veins and covered at the base by
thick, black pubic hair. The large, bell-shaped cockhead was a dark reddish purple. Rick
had kept it stiff and excited for so long it was a miracle he hadn't shot off at least once.
Carla mentally thought he'd blow the back of her head off with the force of his climax.
Carla grabbed the big prick in both hands. The warm weight warmed her palms. She
opened her mouth once more and bent forward, her hair spilling across her face as she
took the tip of Rick's cock and sucked gently at it with her full lips.
Slowly the young blonde greased his cock with spittle, moving her head back and forth.
She watched Rick's thighs tense and his cock balloon as she slid faster and faster, up
and down on his prick.
"Fuck, she's born to give head," Rick said, tilting his head back and closing his eyes.
Rhythmically he was hunching back and forth, feeding his cockmeat into her mouth.
"Mmmmmfff!" Carla cried. He reached down, twisting his fingers in her hair, jerking
her head wildly back and forth. The girl felt her own heat rise. Her clitty ached and her
twat was a riot of needle-sharp spasms. She wished for something inside her cunt, just
the way she'd wished for something inside when the dog was licking her off.
Carla closed her eyes and tried to imagine Brad's prick filling her up, drilling deeper
and deeper into the hidden depths of her pussy while it bumped merrily against her
clitty stalk.
Grunting and wheezing in short gasps, she flicked Rick's cock with her tongue and
lightly chewed the veined rock with her lips. Jizz was leaking freely from the piss-slit.
With all the excitement he'd experienced, Rick was about to cum at any second.
When Carla reached up, grabbed the young man's nuts with both hands and rolled
them from side to side, she managed to bring the cyclist off without any problem.
"UHHHH!" he cried, pressing down hard on the girl's skull. He jammed her head
tightly against his groin. Carla snorted through her nostrils, trying to breathe as more
and more cum flooded into her mouth, spilling out the sides, nearly drowning her in a
sea of spunk.
"Anhh!" Rick sighed, pulling finally away from the choking girl. Carla didn't double
over this time. She'd managed to swallow most of the cum without fear of throwing up
or gagging too much.
As she was getting her senses back the young blonde realized there were loud sounds,
sounds other than the rain, coming from outside. Looking up, Carla saw Rick, Dave
and Chuck stiffen. The leader slid off the table quick and ran to the window, brushing
aside one filthy curtain and peering out into the darkness.
At first he said nothing, his hands rubbing nervously up and down his thighs. Then he
made a motion with his hands for the others to keep down.
"It's the Slaves," he whispered, turning around and looking blankly at Carla. For the
first time she saw real fear in his eyes.
"Jesus, let's get the fuck outta here," Dave said.
"What?" Carla started to ask. Then a shot rang out, shattering the glass by the window.
Chuck grabbed his shoulder, wheeled around, then fell on one knee to the floor.


Chapter 7

At first Carla felt joy when the front door flew open and three men rushed in. Dave and
Rick scrambled for them, Chuck still on the floor struggling to get on his feet. Shadow
was prancing around, his tail wagging back and forth while he barked and snapped at
the young bearded invaders. Carla backed against the side wall, her eyes fastened on the
open doorway. She could make a run for it if only they would move in a little.
"Uhhh!" Dave cried, his head snapping back. A trickle of blood oozed from a wound on
the side of his forehead. Soon Rick fell also. There was silence while the invaders caught
their breaths and scanned the room. For the first time they spotted Carla cringing in a
corner, her hands crossed over her cunt.
"Looks like we interrupted somethin'," the tallest dark-haired one said. He was dirtier
than Chuck, his beard covering most of his face while a ragged moustache hid most of
his mouth. There was something unnatural in the glimmer of his eyes as he stood there
staring at the helpless blonde.
"I'm not part of them," Carla pleaded, smiling and starting to walk toward the obvious
leader. "They kidnapped me. Please, please, let me go. Don't hurt me. I promise I won't
tell anybody what happened here," the blonde said, keeping her hands cupped over her
pussy while her upper arms hid her nipples. Carla wasn't sure if her words were
making any headway. The big cyclist looked steadily but unfeelingly at her.
Then he jerked his right hand forward, knocking her hands roughly from her twat.
"Oh!" Carla cried, trying to push her hands back over her naked twat. But the cyclist
wouldn't let her.
"You thought you had it bad with us, eh babe? These guys are the Satan Slaves. Pieces
of scum," Chuck said.
One of the other Slaves turned around and gave the dark-haired cyclist a kick in the
right cheek. With a painful grunt Chuck tumbled to the floor, blood trickling from his
mouth.
"We're held up at a farm a couple of miles from here. Heard you dudes were in town
and decided to pay a visit – you know, to pay you back for good ol' Bob," the leader of
the Slaves said, walking over to Chuck and placing his right boot on the leader's neck.
"Bob?" Carla asked, stalling for time.
"An old friend of ours. Had a run in with these guys a while back and didn't make it
out of a hospital emergency room. Back in Philly, remember?" the leader said, pressing
down on the boot. Chuck let out another pained growl.
"That doesn't mean anything to me. I wasn't involved," Carla said, pleading for her life.
"You're here, ain't you? That's enough. My name's Lee. This here's Sam, and the
other's Mike." With that the Slave leader wrapped his gloved hands around Carla's ass,
smoothing down her flesh with his palms. "Yeah, we've got lots at the ol' farm you can
play with."
Carla thought they were talking about the old VanDeveiter place. It hadn't really been
lived in for over two months since Mr. VanDeveiter died. Some part-time help came in
during the day to care for the few animals remaining until the will went through
probate. It was a perfect place, she thought, for the Slaves to operate and carry out their
obvious plan.
"Come on," Lee said, moving his hand from her ass and pulling the reluctant girl after
him.
"Oh don't. Please, let me go," she moaned, stumbling over the uneven wooden planks
in the large room toward the doorway. Dirty splinters dug into the soles of her feet as
she staggered for her balance. Behind her she could hear the sounds of Dave and Rick
grunting with pain mingled with the sickening thuds of feet kicking bellies and chests.
"You-you're not going to kill them, are you?" Carla asked, shivering with cold and
terror as she stumbled out onto the porch. The rain had stopped and most of the clouds
had parted, revealing a black sky alive with bright twinkling stars. A cold damp chill
still hung in the air.
"We'll leave them here. Whoever makes it, makes it. That's what they did to Bob. Well,
they're gonna get a taste of their own medicine now."
Carla waited on the porch with Lee, listening to the rhythm of the beating slow down.
After several minutes it stopped.
"Come on," Lee said, pulling her down the steps onto the gravel drive. Carla cried out,
the sharp tiny stones stabbing her feet.
"I'm naked!" she cried, pulling away from the big man.
"So what?"
"I-I can't go with you," Carla stammered, feeling the hair on the back of her neck rise
as Lee stared coldly at her. She felt his eyes examining her titties, her flat belly, and
finally her blonde, bushy pussy. He tilted his head thoughtfully, then let out a snort.
"Get back inside, get dressed fast," he said gruffly.
Carla turned and ran back, stopping for a moment and gagging at what she saw.
Chuck, Dave and Rick were piles of bleeding flesh, sprawled unconscious on the floor
of the house. Sam and Mike were bracing themselves on the table, sweating while
trying to catch their breaths. Neither looked up as Carla meekly walked in and dressed,
her eyes riveted on her new tormentors. She was a piece of meat, transferred from one
gang to another. There was no more hope of receiving mercy from them than from
Chuck and his buddies.
"Move it. You too, cunt!" Lee shouted from outside. His words were like electricity to
Mike and Sam. They pushed themselves quickly off the table, grabbed Carla and pulled
her after them.
What happened next was all confused in the struggling girl's mind. She was crying,
begging them to turn her loose. And all they did was laugh and taunt her, shoving her
onto Lee's big Harley, then running back to their own bikes as the Slave leader took off
with a roar.
Several minutes later they were at the VanDeveiter farm. Lee drove the bike slowly
around to the rear of the main house, going on down a narrow dirt road to a larger
clearing behind which stood the main barn. Sam and Mike quickly followed, parking
their bikes next to Lee's.
"Last stop, baby," the leader said, pushing down his kick stand and sliding off the big
cycle.
"Ohhh!" Carla groaned, the tatters of her clothing barely clinging to her body. She
climbed off the cycle, the muscles of her body aching with every move she made. The
ordeal of the past few hours had strained both her mind and body. Lee pushed her into
the large, dark barn.
Immediately Carla was aware of the faint odor of stale piss and shit. Most of the
animals had been moved from the complex after the old man's death. But she could
hear the sounds of animals rustling in the straw. A few must still be here, she thought
to herself as she advanced through the inky darkness with the three cyclists behind her.
Suddenly the darkness was shattered by light. Lee had flipped on an overhead bare light
bulb, illuminating the front part of the barn with a harsh white light.
Carla glanced nervously behind her and saw Lee motion for her to go on. Reluctantly
the young blonde stepped hesitatingly forward, her senses sharpened for any sight or
sound. After several steps the girl saw movement in the darkness just behind the third
stall to the right. She stopped, her heart beating so wildly she thought Lee and his
buddies would hear it.
"OHHH!" Carla cried as the shape suddenly turned the corner and lunged at her. The
young blonde spun around, covering her face with her hands and starting to run
toward the door. Lee stopped her, catching the girl in his arms and holding her tightly
while the attacking animal circled her, barking and growling.
"Just a dog – like their mutt was to them, we've got a little friend. Bet they had their
little friend take care of you, huh baby?" Lee asked, curling his fingers and pressing
them painfully into the girl's upper arm.
Carla didn't answer. Her head sank back while she twisted desperately in Lee's painfully
cruel grip.
"Thought so. We all think alike. Too bad they had to kill off the other mutt. Would've
been interesting to see two dogs take care of this one. Still, we've got King here."
Carla opened her eyes and peered down. Instead of the friendly and curious German
shepherd she found in Shadow, the young teenager saw a large, powerful Doberman
staring back at her. His large black eyeballs quivered in the sea of white criss-crossed
with red veins. He looked like a killer, more menacing than any dog she'd yet seen.
"Strip down time now, baby," Lee said.
Carla felt her heart sinking to the floor as the big man's paws roamed freely over her
lithe body. He was peeling off her torn blouse as if he were about to see her tits for the
first time. Slowly she was being undressed, her skirt now opening and falling to the
floor. Closing her eyes, Carla tried to swallow down the horror rising in her throat. She
wanted to scream, but knew that would only infuriate both the gang and the dog.
"Back in there," Lee said, pushing Carla into one of the abandoned stalls.
The girl reluctantly obeyed, her head hanging on her chest as she stepped onto the
thick padding of hay covering the stall floor. Behind her she could hear the big animal
growling with expectation and excitement.
"Sprawl out there, baby. You know the routine. Shit, bet she's even got to like it now,"
Lee said, fondling his groin as Carla obeyed. She squatted down on the straw,
shuddering as the prickly straws stabbed her bunghole and cunny lips. Sighing with
resignation, the girl looked out from the corner of the stall at the three men who'd
gathered out front.
The big Doberman stood in front of them, his powerful head dropped down. He
snarled, then pulled back his black rubbery lips, revealing a sharp set of white criss
crossed teeth. The snarl turned into a steady, rumbling growl that seemed to come
from the pit of his belly. His black coat shined under the dim overhead light while his
sides quivered with excitement. Saliva frothed out at the corners of his mouth while his
long pointed ears stood up on end.
"Go on, King," Lee said. But the big dog seemed to hesitate. He squatted down, putting
his maw on his forepaws and stared at the big angry red gash partly covered by blonde
hairs in front of him. Carla closed her eyes and let out a shuddering sigh of thanks. At
least she'd be spared for a few more seconds.
"Maybe he's tired of cunt," Sam suggested, shrugging his shoulders.
"Doubt it," Lee said in a gruff mumble, turning around and walking back to a small
table by the main door. Opening the top drawer he pulled out an opened can of dog
food. The smell was overpowering as the big man brought it over to the stall and held it
above King's head. Almost immediately the dog stood up, his black nose quivering at
the odor and his stubby tail wagging back and forth. More saliva dribbled from his
maw.
"Here ya go," Lee said, dipping two fingers into the meaty, sticky mess and reaching
forward toward Carla's pussy. She let out a gasp as Lee smeared some of the dogmeat
onto her outer labes. Dry heaves made her stomach contract and turn over as more and
more of the greasy meat was worked into her cunny.
When Lee backed away and threw the can of meat away, King went into action. His
eyes glazing over and quivering with excitement, the big black Doberman crawled
forward, the throaty growl returning. His black lips peeled back again, letting Carla see
his strong, white teeth. The girl let out a small, kitten-like cry as the animal crept past
her ankles, crawling closer and closer toward her exposed, greased down cunny. She
wriggled her ass, scooting to the back of the stall and pressing her shoulder blades
against the concrete blocks. More straw stubble worked its way ticklingly into her
cunny, getting mixed up with the dogmeat in her snatch.
Carla could feel the Doberman's breath against her inner thighs now. It was like having
two soft hands caressing her milk-white flesh. She felt her muscles contract in her
upper legs, pulling out her tendons and pulling back her outer labes. Something inside
her was responding again to the large animal's sexual assault on her. The girl closed her
eyes, fighting back tears of shame and humiliation welling up. How could she let this
happen to her again – and in front of new people? What kind of sick pervert was she
becoming? At least she could show them she wasn't interested in the horrible game
they were playing with her.
But in spite of these thoughts, the young blonde felt herself growing warmer and
warmer, her cunny turning soft and wet under the Doberman's hot stare and heavy
breath. Already a pungent cuntal dew was oozing from the dark pink walls of her
snatch, diluting the greasy mixture of raw dog food on her outer labes. Carla could feel
her nipples popping up, stiffening, turning into dark red rubbery tips as the dog
stretched out his head and took a tentative lick at the tasty cuntlips.
"UHHH!" Carla shuddered, kicking out one leg as King let out an excited growl. He'd
tasted the strange mixture of dog food, straw and cunt juice. Licking his hairy maw
with his large pink tongue, King pushed forward again, his nostrils flaring open and
quivering at the rising odor of Carla's hot pussy.
"Smells good, eh boy?" Lee said, rubbing his groin faster as he watched the young
blonde's animal rape.
Then King began his serious attack, getting up on all fours and pressing in. Carla
shuddered when he started licking her. He lapped at her wrist, then moved over, licking
her left inner thigh. The girl cried out, closing her eyelids and twisting her head away.
Tears rolled down her flushed cheeks. How could she become this excited so quickly?
Already she could feel her pussy walls tensing up, closing in, rumbling as if Brad...
Brad, how could she ever face him again, if she ever did face him? How could she let
anyone touch her?
"AHHHH!"
The outer cuntlips peeled back as Carla's knees sagged apart and blood filled them. It
felt incredibly wonderful. Carla was already forgetting it was an animal who was licking
her. She was beginning to forget more and more quickly. It was the hidden sexual
hunger in her making her forget.
"Yesss, yesss," Carla hissed. She reached down with both hands, pulling her cunt even
further apart with her trembling fingers so the hot, slick tongue could touch every
soppy inch of it. She felt the animal growling, his noises sending ticklish vibrations
through the mouth of her tightening pussy up to her clit. The girl rolled her head over
the concrete blocks behind her, feeling sobs of delight rising in her throat. Her mouth
and lips were dry while her body tensed and quivered. Oh God, how hot and hungry
she felt!
"Mmmmmm," the blonde teenager moaned, drawing her legs back up to her belly and
spreading them further apart. She wanted to give every square inch of her steaming,
swampy cunt to the animal. He was fully enjoying her, sucking and lapping the dog
meat away from her pussylips, cleaning them off until all that remained was his spittle
and the increasing juices seeping from her snatch.
"Give it to her, boy," Lee said. Sam and Mike had already pulled out their cocks, slowly
rubbing their fingers over the thick, long rods while watching the trembling girl being
licked off by the Doberman. They watched her long legs jerking up and down as
spasms tore through her clitty and asshole. They watched her slowly slide down the
wall, pushing her ass up to the licking dog. Oh, why couldn't he lick harder? Carla
thought to herself, completely giving up to the animal in this most degrading scene.
From now on, nothing would ever be the same.


Chapter 8

Carla was flat on the straw now. The stubble pricked her legs as she moved them back
and forth. Pieces worked their way into her tight bunghole, sending flashes of delightful
pleasure through her ass that radiated to her cunny. The Doberman was on top of her
now, his hindquarters positioned between the girl's widely spread legs, while his
forepaws rested on her thighs. Carla looked hotly at the big dog. He was still menacing.
But now the former terror had melted like her cunny into a buttery excited mess. Her
juicy cuntlips slicked around his black nose. She found herself doing more than simply
opening herself to the animal as she'd done with Shadow earlier. She was actually
helping him now. Her fingers strayed into her wet cuntal slit. She plowed the slippery
folds apart and let her nails cut into the tender softness of her membranes. Then she
pulled her hand away as the dog snapped half playfully at her fingers.
"Oh, oh, oh," Carla cried. Her head was spinning. She knew she'd entered a new world.
King was starting to edge his teeth against her cunt again. She shivered and arched her
back up from the hay, pressing her shoulder blades into the soft covering. Pieces of
straw clung to her flesh and hair as she rolled with delight, babbling phrases of love to
the licking animal.
"Wonder if she gets turned onto men as well as dogs?" Lee said, turning around to Sam
and Mike. But his taunt was lost. The two men watched in fascination as Carla took
their pet on as a lover. They rubbed their cocks faster and faster, greasing down their
fleshy prickheads with the fuck oil bubbling freely now from their piss-slits. Lee hated
to admit it, but he was getting more and more excited by the scene in front of him.
Unlike Chuck or his buddies, Lee had no qualms about fucking the girl after the dog.
"Ahh, ahhhmmmmm," Carla sobbed. She thrashed like a wild woman in the straw, her
feet kicking small clumps into the air as her ass worked deeper and deeper into the soft
floor covering.
The blonde pushed her finger into her cunt and searched around, feeling the velvety
walls. It seemed like one of the best things her finger ever felt. King's tongue lapped at
her knuckles as she explored her hole.
A sudden whimpery gasp from the girl told the men she was getting close to her climax.
Roughly the girl grabbed the fur around King's neck and pulled the dog's nose into her
seeping cuntal pit. It was a surprising thing to do, considering how terrified she'd been
of the big dog. But now the rules of her cunt prevailed. She needed something to fill
herself with. It was a need going beyond any kind of terror she might have had earlier.
"Uhhhh, harder, harder."
King was concentrating his licking on her seeping cunny. Each time he pushed his dark
pink tongue down into the steamy membranes Carla tried hard to think of a cock. She
couldn't imagine a man anymore. The thought of Brad had faded from her mind,
perhaps protectively. It was a part of her the girl had refused to contaminate with her
bestial lusts.
When she tried to move so the tongue would go deeper, the fantasy dissolved. She
could tell the tongue was softer than a real cock. King growled and gouged roughly
around the edges of her pussy. His big back humped as his instincts took over. Carla
sucked in a ragged breath, dropping her legs and pressing the soles of her feet down
hard onto the straw. She raked his fur with her fingernails, hunching up in tiny jerks
and quivering like a speared fish.
"There, there," Carla cried. She drew herself up, then fell back onto the straw. She was
too weak with lust to move. The tickle deep in her cunny was terrible. Oh God, to have
something, anything inside her cunt. She thought of King's cock trenching out her
swampy snatch. Then she was aware of the big dog backing away, his tongue trailing
down her belly, leaving hot wet steaks of drool on her flesh. Oh God, was he going to
leave her like that, hanging in mid-air while he satisfied himself in some odd way?
"Over, baby. He wants to fuck you doggie style."
Carla heard Lee's words vaguely through a fog of lust. Meekly obeying the young gang
leader she crawled to her knees, turning around so her ass was facing the mouth of the
tiny stall. A thrill filled her chest. Her long blonde hair hung down to curtain her face.
The tips of her titties brushed over the loose straw, tickling her nipples deliciously. She
waited on hands and knees for the big snarling dog to fuck her. Her rounded ass moved
and dipped. Something brushed her crack. It was something hot and wet, the tongue
Carla thought. But soon it would be a big, knotty rubbery cock spearing into her pussy,
forcing the walls apart and drilling like a torpedo into her twat.
"Fuck, fuck," she heard herself saying in a thick voice. She was babbling, throwing her
ass around to urge the Doberman on. Then King was on top, his forepaws around her
willing body. He was heavier than Shadow, and his prickly shorter hair tickled her back
and shoulders. There was something hot pushing against her cuntal slit again. But
Carla knew it wasn't the animal's tongue. She could feel the red pointed tip of the dog's
cock as it gouged along the seeping crack. A flash of fear and shame shot through her
mind. Her excitement was at a razor-sharp pitch. The girl sobbed in confusion. The red
barb was slicing into her twat, slowly piercing her cunny.
"Ohhhh!" Carla cried. The dog's sharp toenails pressed into her flesh, driving her crazy
with lust. Long red scratch marks scarred her skin. The blonde could feel a puddle of
hot spittle growing between her jutting shoulder blades as King drooled more and
more.
"Fuck her, boy!" Lee and Mike cried together.
"Yes, fuck, fuck," Carla moaned, backing into the animal. She felt the bumps of his
cock plowing into her, stretching apart the itchy, wet walls of her pussy. Oh God, how
good it felt – how wickedly good it felt to have the cock in her snatch.
King finished her off quickly, his narrow haunches pumping crazily, slamming against
her asscheeks, drilling his dick into the girl. Carla cried with every forward thrust,
finally growling almost as loudly as the Doberman. His knobs were firing up her
snatch, making it as hot as white-hot coals. That familiar bulbous knob near the root of
a dog's prick hammered mercilessly against her cuntlips. Strings of drool hung from the
corners of her mouth while her eyeballs rolled up into the back of her head. Carla
jerked her head from side to side, whipping her long hair against her knuckles. Her
body swayed from side to side as she felt herself spinning out of control.
"ARRHHH!" the blonde teenager cried as she felt her clitty spark off into climax. At
the same time King's cock ballooned out, pushing the walls of her pussy further apart.
With a loud growl, the animal started dumping his doggie spunk into Carla's pussy.
"He's shootin'," Lee commented, reaching into his Levi's and pulling out his cock. He
began jerking himself off like his buddies, watching the young blonde twitching like a
crazed puppet under the dog's fucking.
"No, no, noooo," Carla groaned, wiggling her ass back and forth, trying to get as much
friction she could from the dog. She dipped and plunged her buttocks, attempting to
rub her clitty more and more against King's shooting cock. But the animal was only
concerned with getting himself off. The girl came, but the cumming was slow and
agonizing.
Finally the Doberman climbed off, trotting out of the stall past the men.
"Hot little bitch. No wonder the guys back there wanted to keep 'er," Lee said, feeling
the sweat pour down his forehead. "I don't know where she comes from, man, but we
ain't gonna let somethin' like that get away from us," Mike said, wiping his forehead off
with the back of his hand.
"Wash her out and let's have a little fun," Lee said, criss-crossing his arms and pulling
off his blue-checkered flannel shirt.
Sam and Mike went in, pulling the still-moaning Carla up off the straw. They dragged
the girl to the center of the room, leaving her swaying from side to side while they filled
a dented metal bucket with water.
"Here babe. A fast douche," Sam said, pushing her backward.
Carla cried out, any movement stabbing painfully through the warm afterglow of her
climax. She stumbled backward, falling spread-eagled onto the barn floor. Then a sharp,
cold sensation tore through her pussy. It was, she finally realized, the bucket of water
Sam held, thrown hard into her snatch and washing out the doggie jizz still trickling
from the slit.
"Get up," Lee said, stepping out of his Levi's. Carla looked up and saw the thick, cunt
splitter sticking out from the big man's hairy groin. He looked like a well-formed gorilla
bent on tearing out her pussy with his drooling prong. His heavy nuts hung down from
between his legs in their sacs. Mike and Sam also pulled off their clothes, their
breathing growing more and more labored as they watched the helpless girl stand
dripping with water in the middle of the floor.
Lee was first, moving up to her and clamping his thick lips over hers. Carla could feel
the hardness of the cyclist's body pressing against hers. The thick coating of body fur
tickled her flesh, scratching against her hardening titty tips. In spite of her former
climax, Carla felt her clitty stiffening, unsheathing and pushing up from its surrounding
soft membranes. Cumming with King wasn't as intense as it could be with a human.
Dogs were too interested in their own business. They couldn't fill up her cunt the way
it had to be.
Instinctively she threw her hands and arms around Lee's thick neck, rubbing her titties
into his chest. She could feel his cock pushing up against her belly. It was only a few
inches from her pussy. Oh God, how wonderful it would feel to have that thing pushed
into her.
Lee pressed on, driving his tongue into the girl's mouth. Carla shoved back, opening
her mouth wide under his attack and shoving her tongue against his. The girl felt
herself being pushed back, back toward that stall where the Doberman had fucked her.
Her legs hit something, making her reel back. Lee fell down with her, pushing her legs
apart with his knees while he kept his hands fastened tightly to her fleshy buttocks.
Carla could feel his cockhead jabbing for her cunt. As it found the curly blonde hair he
shoved forward harder and worked it right into her pussy. She felt his thick shaft hit a
load of cum from King's dick, sliding on it quickly into her hot box. The thickness and
hardness of his dick thrilled her pussy walls. His cock flesh shoved against her
membranes. He was fucking her, reaming out the tight throat of her cunt, getting her
hot enough to hunch back onto him.
"Oh fuck, fuck, fuck," Carla cried, rolling her head on the straw covering.
"Shit, she just had the fuckin' dog," Sam said.
"Come on. We're not gonna let Lee get the whole bit," Mike commented, crawling onto
the moving pile of human flesh below him.
"Take it. Take my cock, man. Puck it out baby," Lee grunted as he shoved his thick rod
deep into the clutching tunnel. His tight-skinned meat slid in on that doggie cum film,
his own fuck oil running out thick. He shoved his hairy ass down quickly, sending his
cock steaming in and out of Carla's pussy as fast as he could make it.
"Hey, slow down, man. You're gonna blow it if you keep it up," Sam commented as he
lay down on the straw next to them.
"Yeah. We want a piece of the action too," Sam said, squatting almost over the girl's
head. Lee saw this and backed down, pushing his head to one side to keep from
bumping into his buddy's stiff prick. Carla opened her eyes and saw the long cock
inches above her nose. Instinctively she opened her mouth, waiting for Sam to drop his
prick in between her lips.
"Yeah, let her blow ya, Sam," Mike said, throwing one arm around Lee and Carla while
encouraging his buddy to let the blonde give him head.
Carla could smell Sam's cock inches above her. He was rubbing it with his fingers,
greasing it down with his pre-cum. Then he pushed it toward her mouth, pitching
forward. The girl opened her mouth and swallowed just the tip, flicking her tongue
around the sensitive underside of the bulbous dome.
Lee shoved down hard, twisting around and resting his head against Sam's right thigh.
He drove his shoving cock deep into her hot, willing body. The girl felt her pussy filling
up with juice and cock. Her clit was getting close to shooting.
"Fuck, she's giving great head!" Sam said, closing his eyes and feeding three more
inches of his throbbing prong.
Carla wanted to cry out. But her mouth was stuffed with dickmeat. As she sucked on
Sam she felt him getting harder, longer and thicker. She grabbed Lee tightly on to her,
holding him down while he shoved his dick faster and harder into her cunt.
"Shit, she's diggin' you while blowing me," Sam said in a thick, uneven voice. His nuts
jiggled from side to side with the fast, jerking motions of Carla's head.
Meanwhile Mike crawled down between Carla's and Lee's spread legs. Laying flat on
his muscular belly he pushed his head up to the junction of their legs. When he got
closer he could hear the soft, squishing sound of Lee's fat dick shoving in and out of
Carla's hot pussy. The gurgling sound of her cum-filled cunt sounded like soft mud
sticking around a post driver. The pungent aroma of the girl's cunt mixed with the
more sour smell of Lee's crotch. Mike reached up and gently pushed Carla's thighs
away.
The sensation of his hands on the ticklish insides of her thighs was the first sign Carla
had that someone was between her legs. A hot shiver shot through her snatch. She felt
his fingers stroking their way up, pushing her legs further apart.
As her body stretched open wider, Lee gave her a hard shove, burying his cock up to
the fat dickroot. He almost blew out his nuts when he felt a tongue working over the
base of his rod. As he hunched his groin tighter against Carla's cuntal lips, he felt
Mike's hands pulling his legs apart too. The sensation of his buddy's head nosed against
his balls made him fuck the moaning, sucking girl more wildly.
"MMMMMGFPF!" Carla cried as she felt her stretched pussylips being teased apart by
a wet, flicking tongue.
"Gonna shoot – shoot," Sam said. His body quivered like a tightly strung bow. He was
shoving down and to the side, feeling the girl his cock as fast as he could. His balls
tightened and contracted as he jabbed his prong against the girl's tonsils.
Carla gagged, twisting her head to one side. She felt she was suffocating. The big man's
prickmeat was blocking all the air passages. Then there was a sudden salty, bleachy
taste in her mouth. She started gagging, spitting out wads of thick, sticky cum. Sam was
twisting around on her face, shooting his load hard and fast into her warm, wet,
massaging mouth.
"Fuck," Sam cried, falling back and yanking his cock out of Carla's mouth. The blonde
twisted her head around, looking at Lee. He'd become a fucking machine, his body
hammering hers wildly. Cum and spittle oozed out of the girl's mouth as Lee panted
crazily. He felt the flicking tongue below brush the underside of his cock. Without
thinking he shoved his hips down, feeling his nuts get ready to cut loose.
Then Lee braced his body on his knees and elbows, surging up on his next stroke and
twisting his cock all the way out of Carla's tight hole. His meat sprang free and
throbbed wildly as he held it out of Carla's pussy. The young blonde let out a strangled
cry of frustration. No, he couldn't leave her hanging like that, no matter how
deliciously painful it was.


Chapter 9

"NOOOOO!" Carla cried. She was grunting like a stuck pig as she felt the stretched
cuntal membranes being licked by a rough, slippery tongue. She tried to snap her legs
shut, but Lee kept her from making that move. Then she felt her clit being teased by
the rough licking surface.
As quickly as it had begun, it stopped. Mike pulled back and let his buddy fuck his cock
back into Carla's snatch. Lee fitted his cockhead into the throbbing wet crack and
shoved down. His ten thick hard inches shoved down into the hot sheath. Carla
couldn't take much more of the teasing. She curled her fingers and started raking Lee's
humping back with her nails. His tight hairy ass shot down and forward, pushing his
dick all the way in once more.
"Yes, yes, yes!" Carla cried.
Grunting half in pain and half in pleasure Lee kept hammering away at the girl's
throbbing clit.
"Hey, don't shoot off yet," Mike said, crawling behind the girl, then reaching under her
buttocks and trying to roll the two of them over. "I wanna get into her butt."
Lee understood and shifted his weight to one side, pulling the girl after him over on her
right side. Mike slipped between a mound of hay and the girl, sliding his hands under
her arms and pushing his cock into the tight asscrack.
"Good," Carla cried. She could feel his cock slipping up and down her ass-crack,
searching for the tight bunghole. "Please, please..." Carla couldn't finish the sentence. It
all felt so good – surrounded by cock, balls, cum. She was swimming in a sea of jizz
and it all felt so deliciously good.
Lee was grunting now, he was going to cum. His cock was in her cunt up to the hilt.
His big chest was like a hairy wall against her tits. His thighs braced hers as Mike
pressed harder into her ass. To think two dicks would soon be working in her ass! It
was too much to comprehend!
"Shit, I'm gettin' in her," Mike said in a strained voice.
"Get it in quick. I'm close!" Lee stammered.
Carla backed into the man behind her, then jerked forward. Back and forth, back and
forth, her body whipped like a struck tuning fork. The tip of Mike's prick worked its
way into the tight little asshole. As it pushed in, the elastic ring of flesh started to give
way. Surprisingly to Carla she offered little resistance to the man. His dick slid into the
bunghole as if it were another cunny. With a squishy pop his prick popped all the way
into the blonde teenager's ass.
"Ohhhh!" Carla cried with pleasure.
"Man, man," Lee groaned. He felt his cum bubbling up from his nuts. He gave one
final hard hunch, then hugged the girl tightly as his cum sprayed into her tight hot
hole. Mike hunched furiously, pushing up against the girl's full ass. Carla let out a sob,
then felt herself toppling over the edge into climax. Red-hot fuck oil was spilling into
her ass. She dug her nails into Lee's back, twisting, writhing, jerking her body as mind
blowing spasms tore across her aching pussy. It was the most intense climax she had
ever had. Two cocks inside her, spraying their thick, hot loads of jizz. The tremendous
orgasms that shook through Carla's cunt sent her floating away. Every nerve-ending of
her body throbbed as she still felt the long cocks shooting cum. Wave after wave shot
through her body as the girl drank in the final wads of cum.
"Shit, babe, you ain't got a virgin pore in your fuckin' body," Lee said, letting out a long
sigh of relief. He rolled back from the girl, scratching his nuts with one hand. Mike
pulled his cock out of the girl's stretched asshole. Carla lay quietly on the straw, finally
satisfied after the horrible teasing she'd experienced before. The young blonde curled up
into a fetal position, pressing her knees against her titties and closing her eyes. Now if
only they would leave her alone, go and get out of her life forever. Carla held her head
in her hands, pressing her trembling fingertips to her eyes and thinking of the horrors
she would have to live with the rest of her life. The prime horror would be the
knowledge that she wanted, desired, even encouraged the unspeakable acts of
perversion.
Sam was the first to get up, stretching his big arms over his head and yawning loudly.
His flaccid dick hung like a hose from his muscular groin. Carla looked up at the big
man and wondered at first what could have attracted her to him. He was filthy, stupid,
everything she despised in life. And yet there was his fat prong, hanging there dripping
the last remnants of the jizz that had sprayed into her mouth. The girl stared
unblinkingly at that dick, licking her lips and knowing that was what was guiding her,
making her do what she was doing. She had to have dickmeat, pounds and yards of it
hammering against her clit, filling her mouth, spreading apart the sensitive dark pink,
velvety walls of her pussy! If only she could die in a sea of cum, be split apart by a cock
so big not even the most experienced whore would take it on!
"We got anything else to take care of the little girl here?" Lee asked, looking heavy
lidded at Carla. He lightly traced one finger along her gentle body curves, feeling his
cock stir up again as his hand smoothed over her titties, her thighs, and down to her
furry mound. She looked like a model for some teenage product – so innocent looking,
and yet one of the hottest women he'd ever fucked. She was curious and ready to try
anything once. Lee smiled cruelly, deciding to push the girl as far as he could, and then
some, if possible.
"I don't know. Hook her clit up to a fishhook – and yank?" Mike suggested, laughing
while he still massaged and kneaded the young blonde's asscheeks. Carla closed her
eyes and inhaled sharply. The young man was sticking one finger up her asshole again.
She could feel it wriggling around, sliding in and out on a slick layer of jizz that still
oozed out of her bung. He had it buried to the second joint already and was pushing in
another. Carla felt her clitty responding to that gentle probing. With a slow movement
the girl pushed back her hips, shoving her titties forward and pressing them against
Lee's chest.
"Hey, she's gettin' hot again. I don't think I can take care of her," Mike said, twisting
another finger into her shitter.
"How about the donkey in the last stall," Lee suggested. Carla felt her flesh crawl. She
opened her eyes and stared disbelievingly at the biker. His blue eyes were steady and
cold, riveted on hers while his thin lips were curled up at the ends in that same cruel
smile.
"Why not? I think she can take him on without any problems. Fuck, you're almost as
big as that fucker anyway," Mike said, scrambling to his feet after yanking his fingers
out of Carla's tight shitter.
The blonde teenager curled her feet up into her body, twisting her head away from Lee
and praying God she could die now. Of all the horrors, this was one she couldn't face.
Carla had heard of women in Mexico and France who did this sort of thing for money.
But they were experienced. They knew how to take on a donkey or horse without
tearing themselves up.
"Come on, blondie," Lee said, getting up at last. He gripped her by the wrists and
hauled the struggling teenager to her feet, his cock beginning to stir.
"Please. I'll fuck you, anything, even the dog. Please not... the... oh God, not what he
wants," Carla stammered. Her heart beat wildly. She couldn't form the words right in
her mouth for the terror choking her. Crouching down and pulling back, she tried to
drag Lee in the stall with her. Maybe if she let him ride her once more, shove his horse
like dick in her cunny he'd forget about the horrible suggestion his buddy had made.
But the big naked biker had made up his mind. Pulling harder, Lee yanked the young
girl from the stall with one quick jerk. Carla pitched forward, her long blonde hair
whipping across her flushed, terrified face. Straw clung to her damp flesh as Lee kept
dragging her protesting and twisting down the center of the barn toward the back. She
could hear Mike and Sam talking somewhere in the darkened area in front of her. The
smell of animal shit and piss grew stronger, offending her nose. She cringed, pulling,
crying, sobbing, begging Lee not to let them do that horrible thing to her.
But the big man only kept pulling harder, keeping silent and enjoying the teenager's
unspoken horror.
When they reached the far end of the barn he let Carla go. The young girl couldn't
believe she was this free. Immediately she wheeled around and started to run. But a
large shape loomed a few feet in front of her, blocking her path of escape. Focusing her
eyes as best she could, Carla finally realized it was the large gray and white donkey
Mike and Sam had been talking about. With a sharp cry of fear the girl backed up,
covering her face with one hand while holding the other protectively out in front. She
could feel Lee standing behind her, his hands on her ass spreading the cheeks with his
thumbs.
"Ummmm, gonna get a good donkey cock up that little twat," he said, bending down
and flicking his tongue in her right ear.
Carla shuddered. She was trapped. There was no way she could escape from these
madmen. Nearly fainting with fear and humiliation she let Lee, Mike and Sam lead her
up to the animal's head. Lee was directly behind her, pinning her wrists to her back
while jabbing his knee hard into her tailbone.
Carla leaned her head back, staring bug-eyed at the large animal. His big black nose
quivered and he stepped forward, sniffing the strange naked woman in front of him.
Satisfied the girl wasn't a threat, the donkey peeled back his thick black rubbery lips
and revealed a set of large, yellowish teeth. Then they parted and a long tongue came
out. Carla shuddered, jerking her head to the right and letting out a rush of air when
she felt the donkey start licking her titties.
"He's just tryin' to be friendly," Lee said, feeling his cock stiffen while he held the
helpless, sobbing girl hard by the wrists. There was something incredibly exciting in
Carla's utter helplessness and his power to make her do anything. The more she begged
and pleaded with him, the more determined he was to hurt her. A shock of sexual lust
rippled through his body. As Carla screamed and twisted in his grip, and while the
animal started licking the girl's titties, chest and neck in earnest, Lee pressed his cock
into the blonde's asscrack, hunching his buttocks in and working his pulsing dickhead
close to her bung. He felt for a second he could watch her split in two by the animal
and die while jacking off, or fucking her in the ass.
"Oh God, God!" Carla wailed, feeling her knees turn rubbery then buckle. She was in a
faint, leaning heavily against Lee's chest. The big cyclist laughed, hunching his hard fat
dick into her ass once more. Carla shuddered, feeling that thick prong edging its way
closer and closer toward her shitter. His big paws dug cruelly into her flesh, bruising
her lower arms and wrists as he watched the girl's horror grow.
"Hey Lee, take a look!" Sam shouted from behind the donkey.
The big cyclist twisted his head around, still keeping his hands tightly around Carla's
wrists. He saw what Sam was talking about. The donkey's cock had begun to stiffen,
slithering out of its brown leathery sheath. The big black greasy cockhead was visible
now.
Lee pulled Carla away just as the big animal was starting to nibble at her throat. The
young blonde had long ago resigned herself to dying in this horrible way. She stumbled
numbly forward, her brain reeling too much from all that had happened before to
register the present. Then she felt Lee pull back on her, indicating she was to stop.
"Take a long look down there, babe," Lee said softly in her ear.
Carla rolled her eyes down and saw the donkey's prick hanging like a large dark brown
funnel from between his hindquarters. The animal's sides were heaving up and down
with excitement. A dull coat of sweat had begun to break out on him. Carla felt a
shriek rising in her throat. If there was anything she could do it would be not to give
them more satisfaction than was possible.
Lee pushed her around to the animal's ass. The smell of piss and shit was almost
overwhelming. Carla twisted her head away and wrinkled up her nose. She struggled
painfully in Lee's grip, desperately trying to get away. Then she felt the big man start to
push her down toward the ground.
"What are you doing to me?"
"Don't ask questions. Just get down there and start movin' up," Lee said, pushing her
toward the big donkey, then driving her back down.
Carla's knees buckled suddenly. She fell to the soft floor quickly, the force of her
crashing knocking the wind temporarily out of her. She felt Lee pushing her forward
again shortly afterward, telling her she'd have to lick the animal's hanging balls.
"Oh God!" Carla cried, grabbing her stomach with both hands to keep from throwing
up. To have something of that animal's in her mouth was revolting!
"Come on, go on and have a taste!"
The others laughed as Lee taunted, kicking her in the thighs, pinching her, forcing her
to do his will.
Carla crawled reluctantly forward, feeling the straw stubble digging into her knees. The
donkey was prancing slightly back and forth. She could hear his heavy, shallow
breathing. He was unsure about what was going on behind him. He could hear voices
and laughter and Carla's occasional groans. But nothing told him what that girl was
doing now between his hindquarters.
"That's a boy," Lee said consolingly, walking up to the donkey's head and stroking it.
Meanwhile Carla had slid under the animal's balls and was looking up at them. They
were huge – big, fat, shaped like ripe coconuts, hanging down from the donkey's
cockroot. She reached up with her right hand and touched the right nut lightly with her
fingertips. The donkey brayed loudly, his sides shivering with excitement while his
hoofs stomped the ground menacingly. After Lee stroked the animal's head and neck a
few more times, he was calmed down enough for Carla to keep on going.
"Keep it up, baby. He likes it," Lee said, nestling the donkey's head between his torso
and right arm.
Carla reached up again, touching the hanging brown sacs. The only reaction now was
an excited snort. At least he wasn't trying to trample her to death. She toyed with the
big balls, pushing them from side to side, letting them go and watching those sacs
swing like pendulums from right to left. After a while the young blonde teenager almost
thought it was fun to do something like this, but then the thought of what Lee, Sam
and Mike intended for her to do sobered Carla. She let go of the big balls, dropping her
hands to her sides and pushing up her face. Now was the time to take a good taste of
those balls.
"Uhhhh," Carla groaned, running her tongue lightly along the crack separating the
donkey's fat nuts. The smell of piss and shit nearly made her want to vomit. She was
close to the asshole now. Between the trembling hindquarters Carla could see the
donkey's black tail swishing jerkily from left to right. His belly sagged in the middle,
pressing down on the back of her head. Resting her hands on her thighs, the blonde
teenager continued lapping at the donkey's balls, dragging her lips along the sacs until
she found herself bumping against his cock. Carla kept on repeating this action for
several minutes while the boys watched and laughed.
"Okay, okay," Lee said, bending down and reaching under. "Come on. Time for the
finale."


Chapter 10

Carla was pulled out from under the stomping donkey by Lee. He held her by the
wrists once more while Sam and Mike positioned the animal for Carla's big fuck.
Walking back to the front of the barn the two men returned carrying a wide heavy
wooden work table between them. It was low, approximately four feet from the ground.
Placing it in front of Carla, the two men backed away while Lee led the young blonde
to it.
"Over on it, babes. You're gonna love this, the way you groove on cock," Lee said
between his teeth. He pushed her against the table hard. Carla felt the rough wooden
edge bite into her hips. Biting her lower lip and feeling as if her world were now
coming to an end the young blonde sucked in a deep breath, then did as she was told.
Sam and Mike turned the donkey around, leading him up the girl's exposed ass. The
big animal's brown eyes rolled around in his head. Dropping his mouth down, the
donkey peeled back his thick lips and dropped out his tongue. Carla shuddered, feeling
a sudden warm breath of air against her asscrack. That was quickly followed by a warm,
wet sensation across her right buttock. The donkey was lapping at her ass, letting his
tongue slosh around her buttcheeks while he brayed nervously with excited expectation.
Carla pressed her thighs harder against the edge of the table, now ignoring the knife
like stabs of the splinters. There could be no excitement this time, although she had to
admit her clitty was responding slightly to the hot, wet licking. If only there weren't the
possibility of getting rammed in the pussy with that cunt-splitting donkey-dick she'd
have let herself go and drink in that wonderfully wet sensation taking over her ass. But
all she could think of was how her pussy would stretch and stretch until finally tearing
wide open.
"Up!"
That simple word sent shivers of terror through Carla's body. She felt her shoulders
and thighs quivering with fear. In a moment the animal was walking toward her,
pressing his flat black nose against her lower back. There was some commotion behind
her. And then the table shuddered as the big animal reared back, lifting up his forelegs,
then resting them on either side of Carla's hands.
The young blonde shrank away from the donkey's belly. She was completely covered by
the animal. Her knees shook, threatening to give way. And then the girl was aware of
something incredibly hot and moist pressing against her asscheeks. It was the animal's
cock – hot, hard, ready to ream out her cunny! Carla curled her fingers and dug them
into the wooden table top. Her eyes closed and she uttered a muffled prayer.
Lee bent down, positioning her ass so it would tilt up more and take the animal's prick
easily. Carla held her breath and waited for the donkey's cock to start in on her pussy.
It came quickly. The girl's eyelids fluttered open and her lower jaw slickened. She felt a
steady hot pressure against her outer cuntlips, forcing them in with the downward
thrust it was making.
"Uhhhhh," Carla groaned, digging her fingernails harder into the soft wood table top.
They were making the animal fuck her hard and fast. She felt her sensitive cuntal walls
being stretched apart incredibly, strained to the ripping point by the donkey's fat
dickhead. She wanted to vomit, to scream, to do anything to get away from that
horrible place and what they were making her do.
Down, down went the animal's fat dick. The young girl's legs shuddered, then flew
apart to either end of the table to make the donkey fuck easier. Carla's face flushed red
and pinched up with disgust and pain. The cords in her neck stood out while the
tendons in her thighs and arms bulged. She looked like a piece of wood being spiked by
a long black spear.
"UHHHHH!" Carla had sworn to herself she wouldn't show any sign of pleasure or
agony. But the pain was too much. She shuddered, clawing wildly at the table top as the
first three inches stuffed themselves into her pussy. More and more of that hot donkey
meat was fed into her snatch. The pain was radiating through her pussy, up to her ass
and titties. How much more could she stand? And yet amazingly Carla found her cunt
was more elastic than she thought. Sprawled across the table the young blonde found
her pussy able to take the animal's cock more easily as her cunt muscles relaxed.
"He's halfway in!"
Carla let out a breath with a whoosh, then sucked in another. Her cheeks puffed out
while her face turned redder than before. The animal brayed loudly above her, then
started pulling out his cock. The girl let out a scream, fearing he was tearing out her
insides with that movement. Then he stopped, seemed to catch his breath, and fed his
dickmeat back into the blonde.
"OHHHHHHH!" Carla cried. He was fucking her now. Really drilling his dick into
her cunny. Probably realizing he wouldn't be able to feed all his cockmeat into the
screaming, twisting teenager, the donkey was satisfied to fuck half his cock in and out
of her snatch. Carla started babbling, digging her toes into the loose dirt underneath
and begging the animal to stop before he ripped her apart.
But no one was controlling him. The donkey started curving his back, arching it
upward as it fucked the protesting girl faster and faster. Hot tears of shame and agony
rolled down Carla's flushed cheeks. She sobbed, choked, gagged, praying to God either
to kill her on the spot or make the animal get off her. But the young blonde's prayers
went unanswered. The big donkey hammered away, pushing his cock deeper and
deeper until Carla thought it would be coming out of her mouth.
After several minutes of fast fucking, the donkey suddenly stopped his movements.
Carla opened her eyes and saw a myriad of bright lights flashing in front of her. Her
body felt light and on fire. The killing ache that had surrounded her violated pussy had
been replaced by a hot, tingling sensation. It wasn't the feeling she'd had with the other
men, or even with the two dogs. But at least the pain was gone. Carla saw Lee and
Mike smiling cruelly at her from across the table. She thought of the horrible, perverted
position she was in and wished she could spit in their eyes.
"He's gonna dump his load," Lee said in a soft voice but loud enough for Carla to hear.
The young blonde felt her flesh crawl at the sound of those words.
"UHHHHH!" Carla cried like a wounded animal. She knew it was true. She heard the
big animal's breathing catch, then become shallow and irregular. Rolling her head to
one side she looked up and saw the donkey's brown eyes quivering and glaze over. It
was that same dull dumb look she recognized in the men who had fucked her just
before they sprayed their spunk into her snatch.
"There he goes!" Sam cried out.
Carla sucked in a deep breath and held it, feeling her brain spin around then go numb.
It was true. She could feel her itchy cuntwalls being spread apart, pushed out by the
ballooning of the big donkey's cock. It was swelling with lust, getting ready to blow out
the first thick wad of animal jizz.
And then it happened! Carla dropped her head to the table, banging her forehead in
despair against the soft wood as she felt something hot and sticky burn into her pussy
walls. Then another wad came; and then another and another until she felt her cunny
being drenched with the donkey's cum. It was filling up her tight little hole, scalding
the walls of her snatch, finally spilling out from the corners of her tightly stretched
pussylips. The girl could feel the donkey's cum running over her cunthairs, matting
them down with its sticky, disgusting consistency.
Groaning with horror and revulsion, Carla sobbed and choked in front of the laughing
men. They had finally succeeded, finding something she couldn't take both in her cunt
and in her mind. If she survived the horror of this evening, she would never be the
same. Never, never could she face her family, her friends, Brad.
The shooting seemed to last forever, although in truth Carla's fucking was only a
matter of minutes. When the animal was through, he backed carefully off the table,
dropping to the ground while pulling his cock out of the still-moaning girl. Carla slid
off the table after the animal was taken back to his stall, crumbling up into a useless
heap on the floor. She lay stretched on the straw, her legs crossed at the ankles one over
the other while her arms were pulled high above her head and over her face. She felt
horribly violated, destroyed by these terrible men. There was nothing left for her to do
except die. If only they would shoot her like some kind of disgusting animal! But Carla
by this time knew better. They'd keep playing with her until they reduced her to a
babbling hulk.
"Come on, baby. It wasn't all that bad," Lee said, putting his toe under her right arm
and pushing it away from her face.
Carla opened her eyes and stared at the big cyclist towering over her.
"Not that bad?" she repeated, her eyes filling with more tears while her voice broke and
trembled. She wanted to say more, but her sobs took over.
"Goddamn it!" Lee said in disgust, secretly enjoying her cries. "You wanna be let free so
bad. You've gotta beg me," Lee growled. He kicked the girl in the face with his bare
feet, digging his toes into her cheeks.
The force of the kick sent Carla rolling across the floor. Beg? That's what she'd been
doing all evening. And now he wanted another show? No! Carla bit down on her lower
lip and decided she wouldn't give them any more. The young teenager knew by now
none of them were going to let her go – certainly not because she was begging for
mercy, at least.
"No," Carla said, curling herself up in a tiny ball and casting a wary glance at the men
surrounding her and at King who had awakened from his brief nap and was watching
the proceedings with mild interest.
"Beg!" Lee repeated, surprised at the girl's sudden rebelliousness. Moving to one side he
ripped an old worn riding crop that had been hanging for years on the wall. Sam and
Mike moved quickly, kicking the girl with their bare feet and sending her rolling onto
her belly. Lee laughed, then started bringing his riding crop down onto her soft
rounded buttocks. He raised a trail of red welts. Some of them started bleeding. Carla
felt the crop flick between her thighs again, this time stinging one of her pussylips. She
let out a shriek, dropping her hands and trying to cover her sensitive wounded twat. In
all this she could feel the donkey's cum oozing out of her hole, covering her fingers as
she rolled around the floor and tried to protect her cunny and face from Lee's savage
beating.
"Beg, beg like all you fuckin' pussies like to beg! I think I know why those fuckers back
there picked you out babe. You're one of those types who tease but don't like to put out
unless you're goddamned forced to." Lee shouted like a wild man.
Carla felt hellfires burn through her ass. But she wouldn't do what Lee wanted. Maybe
that was the final act, the one that would infuriate him so much he would destroy her.
In some kind of sick frenzy he'd kill her. No, nothing would make her give in now. The
young blonde was beginning to feel hidden tingles under the growing pain. Each time
Lee brought down his riding crop across her reddening buttocks, the thrill grew while
the pain seemed more and more numbing.
"Goddamn it, beg you bitch," Lee said, kicking her over now until she was resting on
her ass. The crop came down on her titties, biting down on her nipples. Screaming with
pain she jerked her hands up and covered her boobs.
"OHHH!" Carla cried.
"Damn it!" Lee said, tossing the crop away, throwing himself on top of her bleeding
body. He was carried away by his own sadism. The young cyclist couldn't hear what his
buddies were saying behind him. His mouth hungrily ate into hers while his hands
pried and pulled at the girl's pussylips.
"No, no, no," Carla cried, digging her fingernails into Lee's face. She was finally pushed
over the edge. She'd die rather than face another humiliating scene with the cyclist.
"Fighter, eh?" Lee said between his yellowing teeth. He brought the flat of his hand
against her cheek, then backhanded her. Carla felt the force and heat of his slaps. But
now there wasn't any pain connected with them. Now there was only the wonderful
heat licking through her ass and cunt, and the surging force of defiance rising quickly
in her mind. "Wanna get fucked like a wild woman, eh?"
Carla shrieked and twisted under the big man as he pinned her to the floor. She could
feel him getting ready to rape her snatch even with the donkey spunk oozing out of it.
At that point the girl heard the barn door fly open and bang against the side wall.
There were shouts and the sounds of running, stomping feet. Lee was still crawling on
top of her, digging his tongue into her ear in spite of the cries of Sam and Mike for him
to get the fuck out of there.
In a second Lee was gone. Carla felt him ripped off her. She opened her eyes and saw a
man in uniform towering over her, his head twisted around. He was shouting out
something.
"Hey, somebody get a blanket or something for this girl," he said. "It's okay, honey,
nobody's going to know what that animal tried to do with you. I'll make sure of that
myself."
At first Carla shivered with horror. How did they know the donkey and the dog had
fucked her? Had they been watching all this time through the window, stalling her
rescue until they'd gotten their rocks off?
Then the blonde teenager realized the policeman was referring to Lee. They had no idea
what kind of horrible perversions had been practiced on her by the gang that evening,
or indeed by her and the other gang sometime before. Carla started laughing, then
realized she couldn't stop. She laughed and laughed, hysteria sweeping over her mind
while the policeman stared at her strangely.


Chapter 11

"Carla, Carla..." Brad's hipbones rubbed against hers. He was plowing the shaft of his
cock up and down against her belly. The young blonde could feel the touch of his balls
as they flattened against her body. She wanted to look at it and touch it. But the young
teenager was prolonging the fucking. It had been over four months since her
commitment to the sanitarium. And now that she was out, Carla wanted Brad so badly
she wet her pants every time she thought of him.
Now he was in her bed. Her mother was gone, triumphant at having driven those
horrible motorcycle people out of town. And now Brad was on top of her, his hairy
weight pressing her down into the mattress. How wonderful it felt after that horrible
night and those four long months of intensive, lonely treatment.
With her fingernails digging at the nape of his neck, Carla guided and urged his face
over her tits. Oh God, how wonderful it felt to have his mouth sucking at her nipples.
His tongue scraped along her hard, rubbery titty tips, making her cunt snap shut, open,
then wink tightly closed again. She was in heat, her pussy reacting quickly to a male
body.
Then she felt him working at her panties. He was trying to undress her completely
now, burrowing his mouth in the soft curves of her neck and shoulders. He was
smoothing his hands down the sides of her body, feeling how her waist dipped, then
tracing the slight swell of her hips. His cock had slipped lower, almost under her cuntal
mound. Carla had wet down her panty crotch with hot frothing pussy juice. And now
as he hit his cockhead against the nylon-covered crack, she could tell Brad was ready to
fuck her.
"Mmmmm," Carla sighed. Brad's prick was pushing the silky material up between her
cuntlips. The sensation was delicious. It made her lick her lower lip with delight. Carla
closed her eyes, sucked in her lower lip and bit down until she could taste blood.
Rolling her ass from side to side, she increased the friction of her soppy cuntlips against
Brad's cock. Her flooding pussy was soaking him down with that hot, bubbling juice.
"Ah, ah!" Carla closed her eyes again and rolled her head from side to side on the
pillow. It felt so hot and swampy between her legs. Her cunny had gotten so slick and
hot. She touched his rod and balls, then realized her panty crotch had been twisted
aside. It stretched into the hollow between her thigh and one bloated cuntlips. Brad's
hot cockhead was touching her pussy, working it up to an explosion. The steady, sleek
friction against her cuntlips was doing something to her that she'd almost forgotten
could be done. There was a climactic fever raging through her pussy. Four long months
had left her trigger-happy. The building tension was driving her clitty crazy. It sputtered
like a lit fuse, dangerously close to going off as Brad's fat dick rubbed it harder and
faster.
"No, no, I'll cum if you keep that up," Carla managed to cry out.
Brad backed off, rolling to one side and catching his breath. He dropped his hands
down to his cock and squeezed hard. Obviously he had been pretty close to cutting
loose himself. "We'd better rest a little," he panted out, turning his head around and
smiling weakly at Carla. The blonde agreed, closing her eyes and trying to make her
breathing more regular. The urgent itchy, burning ache in her pussy died down slowly.
The fire turned into a bright, ever-present glow, ready to flare up again at the slightest
irritation.
"You know, I didn't get a chance to talk to you much after you got back," Brad said,
pushing one arm under his head and resting on it. "I don't know much what happened
out there – I mean, not more than what I read in the papers. The guys out there didn't
talk much in court."
Carla felt her heart pounding. No, they didn't talk much. It took some threatening by
the police and district attorney who were thoroughly shocked when they heard the
entire story of what the two gangs had done to Carla. Although they refused to believe
the girl had actually encouraged the beatings, fuckings and animal violations, they
realized her reputation would be ruined anywhere she lived if the truth were to come
out. With some threats and concessions they managed to keep the gangs quiet. It was
then Carla's mind finally broke for several months. Stories began to circulate – ugly
ones that hinted at the truth. But with the criminals and courts keeping quiet, they
quickly died down completely.
"There isn't much to tell," the young blonde said, wishing now Brad hadn't stopped
fucking her. Could she face him with the truth? No, he wouldn't understand. He'd
wonder why the whole thing was kept hush-hush. Besides, the tight aching in her pussy
was growing worse. Why didn't he get that fat sausage-like dick of his in her pussy
again. That was all she could think of the last month at the sanitarium. Alone in bed
she'd picture his hard body pressing down on hers, driving its stiff, thick cock into her
pussy, stretching apart those itchy walls, then finally spraying the burning cum into her
snatch. And now all he could think of doing was talking about something Carla would
have preferred to leave alone.
"I mean, didn't they make you do anything?" Brad said, looking closely at the girl.
Carla sighed.
"Brad, I spent four months in a sanitarium. Doesn't that tell you something? They
raped me, all of them!" she blurted out, hoping this revelation would satisfy his
curiosity without putting him off.
"All?"
"Well, nearly all. I can't remember," she said in a choked voice, feeling fear rising in her
throat. The memory of that terrible evening still made her wake up screaming at times.
"Please, don't talk about it Brad. It upsets me," she pleaded.
"Sure, I can understand that. But I think it's better if you face it instead of trying to
bury it in your mind."
"You sound like the doctors," Carla said a little bitterly.
"Come on," Brad urged, dropping his hand down to her crotch and fondling the fat,
bloated cuntlips. Carla let out a sigh, then shuddered at his feathery touch.
"Okay, okay. You know about how the police found the other gang," she said,
spreading her legs further apart and letting Brad's fingers work their way into her tight,
hot, winking pussy. She was barely able to keep a steady voice with the young man's
exciting probing driving her wild with lust. "After my mother reported me missing, the
cops put two and two together and raided the first gang's hiding place. That, they knew
about. But I was gone already. They found them all alive, but unconscious," Carla said,
remembering they'd killed the dog Shadow. But the young blonde decided to leave that
little detail out.
"And it took some time for the cops to find out where the second gang had taken you.
That was all in the papers. But what happened – you know," Brad urged.
"Well, they're all in prison and will stay there, I hope," Carla said, feeling herself
backed into a corner.
"I mean, what really happened," Brad said, tweaking her clitty. Carla sucked in a deep
breath, then closed her eyes and told Brad about the double fucks, the ass fucks, the
sucking, everything except the animal fucks.
When she was through she opened her eyes and saw Brad staring wide-eyed at her.
"Shit, you're one fuckin' batch of excitement," he said in a thick, tight voice. Carla
smiled with delighted surprise. Her little confession had worked him up. The big man
rolled back on top of her, reaching down and ripping her juice-saturated panties off
with one tearing jerk. The young blonde looked at Brad. He held his fat dick in both
hands, working his fingers over the hot, tight cockskin. His eyes were glazed with
sexual frenzy. Then he threw himself on top of her, his hands pushing through her
blonde hair. Carla felt something hot, hard and stiff pressing against her fat cuntlips,
already forcing through. Her labes flattened back and the throbbing cockhead brushed
against her clitty trigger.
Carla responded, moving her hand down and pressing a finger into the squishy mess
where her cunt flooded juice. She traced the bottom of her cuntal cleft, found the tense,
aching muscles guarding her pussy mouth, then pressed harder. She felt her pussy snap
shut. It was then the girl realized just how hot she was.
"Fuck me, please," she begged.
Brad didn't need any encouragement. The young girl kept her fingers down by her
pussy as the long, thick cock slid into her hole. It was gliding by her fingers and palm,
the ridged cock inside her. She was filled, stuffed with dickmeat. That delicious
sensation had been deprived her for too long. He was halfway inside her when her
cuntal muscles suddenly spasmed and tightened down on him. Brad's breathing caught
and he gasped out in surprise.
"Jesus Christ!" he gasped out, sweat oozing down his forehead. "They teach you that
out in the farm?"
"I can't help it," Carla protested, working her ass from side to side on the wrinkled,
sweat-stained top sheet. "It's been so long since I've been with you."
Carla concentrated and managed to make her muscles relax. Brad continued his
fucking. She felt her insides stretching out around the big rod. She tensed, waiting for
that pulsing cockhead to reach the bottom of her cunt. Her hand was still around his
sinking cock, feeling him slide deeper and deeper. She could hardly believe it when she
felt his balls swinging against her knuckles. Brad was really deep now. She could sense
the added heat inside her belly. She could hear the slick noises of his cockshaft sliding
past her cuntlips.
"Oh God, God!" Carla groaned, her head crushing the pillow behind her.
"Fuck, you're still goddamned tight in spite of what happened to you!"
Carla said nothing. She was gasping as Brad's heavy, hanging balls swung against her
asscheeks. She'd forgotten what a big cock was like inside her. There was that donkey's
– but Carla didn't like to think about that. Right now she felt so dizzy. When Brad
started to drag his cock back, the girl thought she was going to cut loose with a mind
blasting cum.
"God, hot, tight and fine," Brad grunted. Carla had her arms around his neck, hugging
and kissing and feeling herself coming apart. Shivery flames of sexual hunger lapped at
her shitter and clitty while Brad started hunching his cock in and out of her. Carla held
her breath. She knew the two of them were working their ways up to orgasm. It was so
hard for her not to shoot off right now. Brad was saying things to her, obscene words
that made her burn with lust.
Carla decided she had to cum. She couldn't hang on this way, waiting for him to take
his time. She clamped down on him with her cuntal muscles, releasing her grip, then
slowly clenching down again. When her cuntal muscles were tight around the shaft
once more just behind the flared tip, she tossed her ass with crazy, wild movements.
Brad sounded as if he were strangling. He slammed against her willing body. Carla
stopped moving again and loosened her cunt so his cockhead would glide out of her.
She let the tip stay between her small inner cuntlips. With that position she knew she
was milking him near the piss-slit where his jizz would shoot out. She increased those
movements, knowing they would make him spit out his load soon.
"Ohhh, OHHHH!" Brad cried, his eyelids shut tightly.
"You're gonna make me cum! You really will if you don't stop," he said in a strangled
whisper.
"I can't stop. I just can't!" Carla cried. Her ass was moving like some wild animal. She
bit down on her lower lip and fought for control. But it was impossible. She was
milking that bloated cock, caressing it with her rumbling cuntal walls. She could feel
the knot of orgasm tightening more and more in her belly. She was going to cut loose,
cum in a wild series of spasms wringing out the cum from Brad's hanging nuts.
"Uhhh, uhhhhhh!" Brad cried. He felt her cuntal muscles tightening in a ring around
his probing dick. And then he was cumming, dumping his load of thick spunk into her
snatch.
Carla cried out, her body stiffening with Brad's. She raked his back with her fingernails.
Her toes fanned out while one leg kicked up. She scissored her limbs around the big
man's hunching back, drawing herself up tightly against Brad's hairy groin. She could
feel herself teetering on the brink. The hot itchy ache was growing more intense as her
pussy hole filled up with his jizz. Then with a wild explosion Carla felt herself sent off
the mattress.
"God, GOD!" Carla cried, her head digging into the soft pillow behind her. Her ass
danced wildly on the bed while she fed her cunny willingly, hungrily to Brad.
The two of them grappled with one another's writhing bodies for what seemed an
eternity. When it was all over they rolled apart, each trying to catch his breath.
"Oh Brad, could you ever look at me again?" Carla asked, feeling guilty about her lying.
She'd told him nearly everything. But still the animal fucks haunted her conscience.
"Hey, baby, you didn't have much of a choice to do what you had. Besides, I think that
kinda makes you more exciting – leastwise, to me," Brad said, moving his hand to her
cheek and rubbing it softly.
"I didn't... know if you'd... want me again," she said with difficulty, nestling her body
into his.
"Hey, with a hot little cunny like yours? Baby, you keep that ass of yours working full
time for me and just me, right? You do that and I'll figure out ways to get us alone.
Okay?"
Carla looked up at the big young man and felt her pussy melt into a hot, lush swamp.
Yes, she'd always take care of him. Forever and ever, she'd let him fuck her any way he
wanted. No one, no one would ever find out what happened that night, not even Brad.
And if she treated him right, he wouldn't want to know even if the chance came up to
find out. As she felt him stroking her furry cunt mound Carla sighed.
"Let's fuck!" she moaned.


THE END
