LISA'S ANIMAL ORGY
By Paul Gable


Chapter 1

Lisa Corbet crossed her arms tightly across her titties, shivering, rubbing her upper
arms and peering out the front window of her mother's upstairs apartment. The late
October rain pelted the window, making it difficult for the girl to make out any figures
through the gloom. It was only five o'clock in the afternoon, and already she had to flip
on the light in the living room.
Janice, her mother, wouldn't be coming home until ten – another "sorry dear, but I
have to work late at the office. You know how Mr. Conklin is." Lisa leaned forward and
pressed her forehead against the glass. It wasn't like that when her father was alive. But
that was over a year ago. And now she was older, alone, and feeling oh so hot, so
horny! Lisa shivered again. But it wasn't the cold in the room this time making her
shake.
She was just sixteen-tall, perky with long blonde hair nearly coming to her ass.
Everything about her attracted a man's attention – her round blue eyes, her long dark
brown lashes, those full thirty-six inch titties jiggling bra-less in her pullovers, her small
hips flaring out into a nice pair of rounded buttocks, and long, tapered legs promising a
tight little pink virgin cunny at the end.
Yes, Lisa was well aware of the attention she'd been getting both at school and on the
street.
Still, she was afraid. Her mother had never really taught her about the facts of life. And
now when she really wanted to know, her mother was off working, trying to make up
the difference between her father's poor insurance policy and what they needed to live
decently.
Tonight Lisa's mind wasn't on her mother – not, at least in the sense of a breadwinner.
Her mother wouldn't be home until ten, maybe later. That gave her five hours, five
hours alone with Donnie Dennis. Just thinking about him made the young blonde
teenager's flesh crawl with excitement. Donnie was over six feet already, and the high
school basketball star. Lisa would cheer in the bleachers at school, her big-tits bouncing
up and down while her ass danced over the wooden bleachers as she watched Donnie
carry the school to victory. He was a natural, destined to go on to college ball – maybe
even at UCLA – and become another Bill Walton!
But one thing held Donnie back – his mind. That was the reason he was coming over
there that evening; he needed a little help on his algebra and trig. Lisa was at the top of
her class, a natural to be asked both by her teachers and the basketball coach to help
Donnie with his homework and pretest material. The blonde teenager was more than
thrilled. She'd been watching the big man run around the court, licking her dry lips as
she watched his long, powerful legs carry his large body across the gymnasium almost
like a bird.
And now he was going to be in her home, right here! Lisa took another peek through
the increasing gloom outside, then turned around to make sure everything was there.
On the floor beside one pillow were all her books, pencils and papers. There were two
large red plastic bowls to one side, one filled with potato chips the other with popcorn.
It looked innocent enough. Wasn't it?
Lisa felt a flash of guilt. Was she hoping something would happen? Donnie had given
her a wink whenever she passed him in the hall. But all the boys did that. Did it mean
something special in his case? Was he really interested in her, or just playing around?
"Oh," Lisa sighed, feeling her pussy tighten up. It was like this almost every evening
now. There was that hot, itchy feeling making her tender pink cuntal walls knot up in
sexual tension. Even now her fingers were icy cold, trembling as if she were having a fit.
It was horrible, awful she should be having these kind of feelings now, just when she
was going to be alone with a man.
Lisa realized she should've told her mother she'd be entertaining this evening. Maybe
her mother could have stayed home, read, done something. Panic gripped the young
girl. She looked down and saw the two sets of pillows on the floor so close together. All
Donnie would have to do would be to reach over just a little bit, lay one big hand on
her tight little ass and then...
"No!" Lisa cried, running over and kicking one pile of pillows away from the other. No,
she wouldn't be a bad girl. She wasn't that kind! Even with that electric feeling building
up along the insides of her thighs, making her cuntlips swell and get hot until her belly
felt all heavy and flushed – all that wouldn't make her change her mind. She'd call
Mary Granger, her best friend. Mary lived just around the corner in another apartment
building. She'd come over and stick around to make sure nothing happened.
"Ohhhh!" Lisa cried, the cradle of the phone slipping from her trembling fingers and
crashing to the floor. God, was she that excited she couldn't even hold a silly phone?
She closed her eyes, forcing down the tickling, burning itch making her act like that
kind of fool. Oh, how hot and very moist her pussy felt. When she leaned against the
end table and moved her hips slightly, the velvet virgin surfaces rubbed together and
more hot juices seeped out. Was she wetting herself? She could feel the silky panty
crotch panel sticking to her swollen outer labes. Could she smell something? Oh God,
how embarrassing it would be if Donnie could smell something when he lay next to
her. How would she ever be able to explain it to him?
No, NO! This time she meant it. No matter how her stiff nipples felt scratching against
her pink woolen pullover, no matter how hot and wet her pussy felt, she wouldn't do
anything to encourage Donnie. Her skirt was modest. Her hair wasn't fixed up. No,
she'd just help him with his homework. God only knew, he needed it. Just thinking
about how baffled the handsome young basketball star looked when trying to figure out
an algebraic equation made the young blonde giggle.
Her thoughts were interrupted by a sharp knocking on the door. Lisa felt her flesh
crawl with excitement all over again. It had to be Donnie! Unconsciously straightening
her back and pushing back her hair Lisa took one last look at herself in the tall mirror
to the right of the door, then flipped the latch and opened it.
"Hi, Lisa!" Donnie said in a friendly manner, shaking the droplets of rain from his
green raincoat by brushing his hands over the material.
"Oh!" the girl cried, stepping back and laughing as she felt some droplets splash against
her forehead. While Donnie dried himself in the hall and grinned sheepishly at her, the
blonde teenager had enough time to get herself back under control. Something inside
her kept burning, smoldering like a partly smothered flame. It made her pussy rumble,
quiver, sometimes slacken open then wink shut with sexual heat. But somehow Lisa
managed to be polite, almost cool in taking his coat and hanging it up in the hall closet.
"It is cold out there," Donnie said, stepping into the living room and rubbing his hands
together. His large frame seemed to dwarf everything. Lisa studied the big young man
standing now by the pile of scattered pillows, looking hungrily at the two bowls of junk
food. He was so good-looking with that short blond hair, cut military fashion, his high
cheek bones, that full moustache drooping slightly over his sensuous lips, and his large,
angular chin!
"Mind if I grab somethin' to eat? I haven't had much of a dinner," Donnie asked,
turning around and grinning sheepishly once more.
"Sure, sure," Lisa said, lowering her eyes and moving quickly to her books. Her books!
Once they started in on the" algebra she'd be alright!
Donnie bent down, then tucked his legs under his ass and started wolfing down the
chips and popcorn while Lisa got the books and papers ready. They began, Lisa
assuming the role of teacher and instructing the poor, dumbfounded boy on the
mysteries of algebra.
Two hours went by quickly – at least for Lisa. Glancing at the wall clock over the
television set, she saw it was a little past seven and they'd already reviewed three
lessons.
"Hey, you're getting the hang of it," Lisa said, genuinely surprised.
"Got a good teach," Donnie said.
There was something in the tone of his voice that made the girl blush, then raise her
eyes and look at him. Oh, God, she was going to give in. She could see he had
something else on his mind besides theorems and equations. There was pure, animal
lust raging in those blue eyes of his. They were both only seconds away from touching
one another.
"Uh, why don't we take a break now," Lisa said, somehow shaking the comforting
warm glow that had made her body feel so heavy and relaxed.
"Yeah, why don't we," Donnie said, folding up his scratch papers and pushing them
above his head. He shifted positions from lying flat on his belly on the floor to rolling
over onto his right side facing Lisa. He propped his handsome head up on one hand
and grinned that boyish grin at the trembling girl.
No, Lisa couldn't find the strength to move. She felt locked in by his gaze, riveted to
the floor. She felt her breathing become short and irregular. That hot, achey, itchy
sensation was starting all over again in her pussy. Oh, she was going to give in, going
to let this young man have her cunny! It was wrong, oh so wrong! But there was
nothing she could do to save herself!
"Hey, Lisa," Donnie said in a thick whisper, moving one hand up and stroking her long
hair. The blonde teenager closed her eyes and rolled over onto her ass. She could feel
her chest tightening and her throat getting dry. And oh, that hot tight feeling was
getting worse! It was as if someone had driven a hot poker between her legs, and her
pussy was juicing like crazy to put out the flames.
She moved her legs apart slightly, feeling that teasing sensation when her bloated
cuntlips unstuck and spread apart. Oh, how wet she was down there! Would it be too
much for him to touch her – to push his big, strong fingers up her legs, up, up until
they were sliding through her juice-slicked cunthairs?
"I've wanted this for a long time," the girl managed to get out. She blushed red with
shame, feeling she should run, get away, lock herself in the bedroom, anything to get
away from this man who was certainly interested in... fucking her!
Fucking! The word made Lisa shiver with excitement as she pronounced it mentally
over and over again in her mind.
How delicious it would be. She thought of all those pictures she'd seen in sex education
books of men and women coupling, fucking, screwing in all positions, giving head, all
the things some of her girlfriends told her about. And now she'd be doing them with
the high school basketball star!
"Me, too. I mean, I've seen you a lot and wondered, well, if you'd be interested in me."
Lisa answered that by huddling close to the big basketball player, pushing her face up
to his and kissing him lightly on the lips. That kiss became more passionate, setting off
a keg of emotions inside the girl she never thought existed in her before. She could feel
his tongue pressing against her lips!
French kissing! That was something only bad women did. It was dirty, but, ohhhhh,
how good it felt to have that tongue snaking into her mouth, brushing over her teeth,
now even touching the back of her throat.
She was pressing her body hard against Donnie's now, rolling on top of him. She could
feel his hands smoothing across her back, hiking up her sweater until it was up to her
jutting shoulder blades. Oh, she could feel his fingers and palms rubbing across her
back, going down, down to the waistband of her skirt. He was going to take off her
clothes, strip her naked right here in her mother's living room! That thought made the
girl shiver with a heat unknown to her previously.
"Oh, Lisa! Jesus, I've wanted to do this a long time," Donnie murmured, tearing his
mouth away from the panting young blonde's for only a second. Then he went back to
kissing her, spearing his tongue deep into her mouth while hugging her tightly.
Lisa let out a series of muffled groans, letting the big basketball player do what he
wanted with her. She felt him rolling her over, sliding on top of her, pressing his
muscular weight onto her body. She murmured through another kiss, feeling her cunt
heating up fast. Oh, it would be so wonderful if they'd take off their clothes! Then she'd
be able to feel his cock – that long, thick thing she was sure Donnie had dangling
between his legs.
Lisa had also seen pictures of men with all sizes and shapes of dicks in those sex
education books. At the time the young blonde didn't think much about them, unless it
was wondering how on earth something that big could fit itself into a woman's cunt.
But now something inside her told Lisa that Donnie's cock wouldn't have much trouble
forcing her bloated labes apart, working its way deep inside her, stuffing her until she
turned into a panting animal.
And then she felt something strange, something hot and hard. Her skirt had inched its
way up until it was now wrapped around her tiny waist. She could feel something hard
and hot bumping against her left inner thigh. No, Donnie still had on his pants. But
oh, how hard and hot his cock must be for her to feel it like that through the stiff
material of his trousers! Donnie was kissing her neck now, his hands crawling around
the bottom of her pullover.
Oh no, no, he was going to take off her clothes!
"Please, don't, Donnie! Don't! I'm not that kind of girl! Don't take off my blouse!"
Lisa's throat was so dry and her chest was so tight!
"Please, Lisa. Please, I gotta have you. And I can tell you want it as bad as I do,"
Donnie said in heavy gasps.
Lisa wasn't all that clear as to what "it" was, but she knew it would take care of that
crazy, hot wet itch throbbing between her long white legs now.
"Oh no, don't," Lisa said, more weakly than before. She could feel his hands pulling the
sweater out from her skirt, inching it up her flat white belly, pushing higher, higher,
the scratchy woolen material tickling her swollen titties and her hard nipples. Already
she could feel the young basketball player's thumbs scraping the bottoms of her full tits.
He was teasing her, driving her crazy by slowly stripping her!
Closing her eyes, she sucked in a ragged breath, her mouth opening partly while she
rolled her head from side to side on the carpet. The young blonde teenager had
dropped her hands to her sides and was now curling her fingers around one of the
pillows, squeezing the soft material while she moved her legs back and forth under
Donnie's.
Oh, he was going to fuck her!
She couldn't stop herself from spreading apart her thighs, from encouraging him by
doing nothing but wriggling hotly under him. And oh, oh how her pussy was knotting
up again in sexually tense cramps! She could feel how the juice had slicked down her
inner and outer labes, making them slide easily over one another now every time she
shifted position on the floor.
Oh, how good it was to feel the lips of her now – squishy, darkly colored pussy flesh
rubbing against one another!
The sex education books didn't cover this kind of foreplay. And her girlfriends had only
hinted at what kind of wild pleasure she'd feel when with a man. Lisa made a mental
note to talk over her experiences with some of her friends when it was over.
"Oh, baby, baby," Donnie groaned. Lisa could feel him doing something between their
bodies. There was the sound of a zipper. Oh, my god, he was exposing himself!
"No, I told you NO, Donnie!" Lisa cried, struggling futilely under the big man. She
could feel something hot, long and thick suddenly touching her left inner thigh. Oh, it
was out – that long, thick dick was out of his pants and was touching her!
"Come on, Lisa," Donnie moaned, pushing himself up from the floor and dragging his
exposed cock along her thigh flesh.
The girl's eyes raced down to his crotch as it came into view. She saw the thick, purple
head and the long, fat powerful shaft thickly roped with large blue veins. The young
teenager gasped in horror. That thing was going to be stuck in her poor tight little
virgin pussyhole? No, it would tear her apart! It had to be at least eight inches long and
maybe two inches thick! It looked as if he were all cock – a hard, throbbing hunk of
dickmeat wiggling on top of her, pushing up her skirt, playing with her panties, trying
to get stuck up her pussy!
"You'll bust me with that... that thing," Lisa moaned, twisting her thighs and getting
free of his big prong, temporarily.
"No, I won't. Don't be silly. Come on, once you get used to it, it's fun," Donnie said,
his throat getting drier and his voice getting thicker.
"I... I've never done this before," Lisa admitted, lowering her eyes and biting her lower
lip in embarrassment. She knew she had the reputation at school as being a hot fuck.
That kind of talk made her mad, especially because no man had ever stuck his cock
inside her. She looked up at Donnie and saw his disbelief. "Come on..."
"I swear! I swear, Donnie! All those stories about me aren't true. That nasty oP Nancy
Struthers and her boyfriend started it. I don't know what to do. I'm afraid you'll hurt
me," the girl whimpered.
Donnie caught the ring of truth in her voice and wrinkled up his forehead in surprise.
"Whew! I'd never have believed it. But for a beginner, you're doing okay," he said, his
face changing from one of examination to one of extreme pleasure.
"Am I?" the girl asked, smiling, and even a little bit proud about what she was going to
do.
"Yeah," Donnie said, grabbing her hand one more time and pulling it over to his cock.
Lisa struggled again, but this time not as fiercely. She could feel the head of that thing
against her wrist. Oh, it was so hot, she thought it would burn her flesh! Then he
rubbed her palm over the top, making it all greasy from something oozing from the tip.
It must be that cum or jizz she learned about in school. Oh, it felt so good and wet on
her skin!
Then she felt herself curling her fingers around the big shaft. Was he making her do
this, or was it something she was doing on her own? Lisa didn't know. All she could
think of was how hot she was getting, how free she was feeling of all the warnings she
got from her mother about not playing around with men until she was married.
Suddenly, the girl found herself gripping a male dick in her hand. And when she
squeezed it, the girl could feel it respond with a series of spasmodic jerks and twitches.
Then the girl felt more of the greasy cum ooze down her wrist onto her palm. Oh, so
this is what men did when they were ready to fuck women! Lisa licked her lips, glad
that at last she was going to find out what all those books were talking about!


Chapter 2

The young blonde teenager's pulse raced until she thought her heart would tear
through her chest. Donnie was still working her pullover off her twisting body. At the
same time she had hold of his cock, not sure what to do with the big thing. She
squeezed it several times and noticed Donnie's violent reaction.
He stiffened his legs while he jerked up his torso and sucked in a deep breath. His face
suddenly changed into a mask of extreme tension and concentration. He told her to "go
easy" on it, though he did nothing to stop her from jerking that hot, tight outer skin
some more.
Lisa's tits were driving her crazy. The ache in her nipples seemed to match the one in
her hot, wet little cunny. Oh, if only he could take that pullover off, completely off.
She'd be so much cooler than she was now.
"Yeah, baby. You want every big, fat slippery inch of that cock in your pussy, don't you.
You got an itch that only my dick can scratch, eh?" Donnie said crudely.
The words burned into Lisa's brain. But instead of recoiling at them, the young girl
found them strangely exciting. She was getting hotter-moaning, twisting her body from
side to side, actually struggling to spread herself open to Donnie's fat dick.
And oh, how that hot dickflesh throbbed to her touch! She could feel her body melting
as if it were made of butter. There was a kind of lush hotness radiating from her belly
down to the fat swollen lips of her cunt. Her clit and nipples were hard. They were so
sensitive with swollen tissues, they felt as if they'd explode from the terrible tension.
When she squeezed her fingers, jacking them up and down over the basketball player's
big prong, Lisa could feel more thick streams of fuck oil running down her palm. She
kept squeezing it greedily, pulling the flexible outer covering over the hard core while
Donnie jerked, twisted and moaned on top of her.
"Fuck, yeah, yeah!" he said breathlessly. Reaching down and tugging up determinedly,
Donnie finally pushed the pullover off Lisa's body.
The young girl felt the soft wool tickle its way over her sensitive flesh. As it was pulled
over her big tits, she gasped as she felt the mounds lifted by the tug.
"Goddamn, you've got one hell of a set of tits!" Donnie said, his eyes widening as he
looked down at the two white fleshy mounds.
They were big, alright, topped with two large, red nipples standing up at least one half
inch from her breasts. Every time Lisa moved – even the slightest – her jugs jiggled.
Donnie pushed his hands up, spreading apart his thumbs from his fingers, then fitting
them around the bottoms of her swollen tits. He caught the ends that way between his
thumbs and forefingers, and started to squeeze.
"Ohhhhh!" Lisa moaned, throwing her head to one side and arching her body. She
could feel her shoulders digging into the carpeting while her ass danced on the living
room rug. There was no apartment any more. All she could see were millions of tiny
bright lights popping in front of her glazed eyes.
'That's it, Lisa, groove on it. Get it on, honey," Donnie hissed between his teeth as he
felt her wiggling wildly under him. Moving his thumbs and forefingers up, he clamped
them hard on her nipples, pinching the dark red rubbery tips until the girl's eyelids
fluttered open and her legs shot apart.
"Oh, good, good," Lisa babbled, a string of drool oozing from one corner of her mouth.
Oh, he was hurting her with that kind of pinching. But at the same time she was
getting so excited she could almost piss in her panties. And how wet they were getting!
It almost felt as if she'd peed in them. But the young blonde teenager knew it was her
fuck oil-thick, rich and foamy-bubbling out from between her swollen labes. It came up
like rich lava from the roots of her young tight pussy, wetting down her fuck hole,
getting it ready for the first screwing of her life.
Then suddenly Lisa felt Donnie shift position.
He was lowering his head, moving his fingers away from her nipples. Then she felt
something hot and wet engulfing her right red rubbery nubbin.
Oh God, he was nursing on her tit, sucking hard on that stiff nipple, biting down
gently with his sharp front teeth.
At the same time Lisa let go of Donnie's cock, unable to control her movements any
more. It was as if some raging animal had taken control of both her body and her
mind. Every move she made was slow and hard. She felt so heavy and hot!
And how that thick tongue was lashing around and around her hard nipple while the
other went back to her right tit and squeezed that nipple hard. She opened her thighs
farther under that encouragement, and soon felt her pussylips being pulled apart.
Donnie had slid a little back onto her, and was now working his hips from side to side,
that movement pulling her labes apart.
"Oh, touch me, touch me!" Lisa groaned between her harsh, heavy breaths.
"Yeah, yeah," Donnie agreed, moving one hand from her jiggling titties down her side,
then sliding it under her ass. He worked his fingers across the naked flesh at the edge
of her panties. Every time he squeezed there, the valley running between her legs pulled
open.
Soon Lisa could feel two fingers wiggling up under her soaked panty crotch. She could
hear Donnie moaning with approval as he felt how hot and wet she'd become. It was
the first time anyone had ever touched her in such a private place! But oh, how
wonderful it felt to have those warm, powerful hands crawling over her assflesh, tickling
her so close to her cunny.
As the young basketball player rubbed his fingers closer to her cunt, Lisa started
moaning low and deep in her throat. More thick juice frothed out of her snatch until
her panties were dripping with it.
"Let's get rid of our clothes," Donnie finally suggested, pulling up from her ravaged tit.
Lisa lay quietly while Donnie unfastened her skirt and pulled it down her long tapered
legs. How long, thick and red his cock had become since he'd pulled it out! Donnie
seemed to disappear. All the young girl could see was that incredibly long, fat hunk of
dickmeat jerking and dancing crazily in front of her.
Then he unbuttoned his shirt, slipping it off and throwing it down onto the floor. Lisa
felt so naked, lying there on the floor with only her soaked panties on. What if her
mother were suddenly to walk in? She couldn't pass this off as any kind of innocent
play. But no, her mother wouldn't be in before ten. Work kept her busy continually.
No, Lisa would have as much time as she wanted to fool around with this young man.
"You're so, so pretty, Lisa," Donnie stammered, hooking his fingers around his Levis
and pulling down. In a second he had slipped off his shoes, socks and trousers. He was
naked, his lithe, muscular body stripped down in front of the young girl.
Lisa looked at him as if he'd fallen from the sky. She'd never seen a naked man before,
except in books, and now examined this wonderful creature carefully. She watched his
chest rise and fall heavily while his well-developed muscles rippled across his chest,
belly and arms. His darkly tanned flesh glistened with sweat in the living room light.
And that long, thick cock – oh, it was so beautiful, so wonderful to behold! Lisa's eyes
widened while her lower jaw dropped. Would that thing be able to slice into her, spread
apart her pussylips without ripping her to shreds?
"Oh!" Lisa cried as Donnie fell on top of her again. She could feel his fingers grabbing
at the underside of her cuntal mound.
The young basketball player divided her wet crack with his thumbs and pushed deep.
The young girl sucked in a ragged breath, her body arching up and stiffening while she
dug her chin into Donnie's shoulder. He was pressing her down into the carpeting, he
was so heavy.
She knew he wanted to slide her panties off. The young girl realized he wanted to stick
that cock into her virgin tight little pussy. But Lisa was still afraid. She'd heard about
girls who had so much pain the first time they ever fucked a man. And then there were
stories about all that bleeding. Oh, it was so hard to make up her mind!
"Please, leave my panties alone, Donnie," Lisa whined.
For a second her words seemed to affect the young man. He stopped trying to undress
her further and started kissing the soft hollows of her neck. He smoothed his hands
down the curving sides of her body, feeling how her waist dipped in, then flared out
gracefully to form her hips and buttocks. Lisa could feel his cock slipping lower now,
almost under her cuntal mound. She'd soaked her panty crotch with frothing pussy
juice, and now Donnie was pumping his cock against the nylon surface.
She could tell where the ridged crown of his dickhead was. It pushed the sheer material
up between her cuntlips, making it sop up her oozing fuck oil. The feeling was
indescribably good, better than anything she'd ever felt before! Lisa rolled her ass from
side to side to increase the friction of her soppy cuntlips against Donnie's cock. Her
juiced pussy was soaking him, too. That knowledge excited the hell out of Lisa. She
kept moving on the floor, unable to keep still any longer. She was writhing under the
young athlete like a snake, moving her legs around, trying to increase the pleasurable
feeling of the young man's cock pushing against her panty crotch panel without
actually letting him in.
Lisa's fears gradually abated. She felt she had some control of what was happening
around her – she could stop him any time she wanted. That left her free to experiment
a little without getting into trouble. The tickle between her legs was especially good
when she inched her cuntal mound away from Donnie, and then let him just graze her
tender tingling clit that was stiff and fully extended now.
Oh God, it felt so hot and swampy down there.
Already she'd hooked, her legs around Donnie's naked ankles, pushing herself up to
him, grinding her tits and belly against him, actually inviting the young man into her
pussy without really wanting him there. Lisa was becoming a terrible tease, loving the
sensation of power she felt she had.
Then suddenly, the young girl realized her panty crotch panel had been twisted aside,
stretched into the hollow between her thigh and one swollen cuntlip. Donnie's hot
cockhead was actually touching her pussy! The slick tip was gliding up and down her
pussy crack. Lisa shuddered with fear and excitement. Frantically, she tried to pull the
nylon back over her exposed cunny, but the wet material kept slipping away from her
fingers.
Donnie's cock gouged insistently at her. He grabbed her thin body harder, making the
young blonde teenager realize the control of the situation had suddenly passed from her
to him.
"Donnie, stop, NOW!"
"Lisa baby, you think I can stop now?" he groaned.
She felt her chin being lapped, then her cheek. Donnie caught her head with both
hands and smothered her complaint with a wet French kiss. Lisa gasped, feeling that
tongue drown out any attempt at protest. Her nostrils flared in fear and confusion as
the young basketball player fucked his hips against her. He was trying to slide down,
trying to change the angle of his cock against her cunt. Lisa knew what he was trying to
do and curled her fingers into two tight fists. She beat his back with her small fists,
driving her heels against the backs of his legs.
He'd found the spot where her pussyhole was. He was going to fuck her, drive that big
thing into her and break her cherry! No, no she couldn't let that happen!
"Don't, don't."
"Come on, Lisa. You want this as bad as I do!"
Lisa had to admit it was true. She couldn't stop him now. He had her pinned to the
floor; she couldn't even get her hands down to hurt him. A sob choked her. Why had
she let him get so far with her? Why hadn't she listened to her mother, who always told
her a man wants one thing only and he'll do anything to get it?
And the steady, sleek friction against her cuntlips wasn't helping the girl's resolve any.
She couldn't keep her thoughts straight. They were all whirling around in a red fog of
sexuality. She kept having images of her cunt-wet with hot, bubbling pussy juice, the
blonde hairs slicked with thick fuck oil – while Donnie's fat prong was sliding along
the edges, teasing her clit, getting closer and closer to the point where it would be
spreading apart her outer labes, peeling them back, forcing them into a wide grin while
it wormed its way into her tight pink cunt hole!
And yet, the fear was dissolving quickly. The fever of that incredible itchy ache between
her spread legs made her unable to say anything more to stop him. The tension inside
the young twisting girl was getting worse. Lisa could hardly breathe. The muscles in her
calves ached as she struggled under Donnie's writhing body. And making it more
exciting was the danger of getting skewered by the young athlete's hot, thick long dick.
Oh, how hot and slick it felt rubbing against her inner thighs!
At times the young girl was almost tempted to scissor her legs around the boy's lower
back, tilt up her pussy and let him screw her! God, how good it would feel to have a
man's dick spearing her! And then the thoughts of what her mother had always told
her about men came back, making the girl afraid to do anything about that urgent,
aching feeling in her pussy.
When Donnie tried to push against her pussy mouth, the young frightened girl tilted
her cunt up so he slid up along her pussy slit again and again, sliding over her pulsing
hot clitty finger. The room spun around and around, growing blurry as her eyes rolled
back in her head. If only she could hold out for a few more seconds. Oh, how good it
felt, having his dick do that to her wonderful clit! The sensations she was having were
incredible! Her pussy hole was winking shut with sexual heat, clamping down on
nothing. She could tell it wanted the athlete's cock reaming her out. Oh God, oh God,
what was she going to do?
"I can't take this, Lisa. I'm not gonna shoot off in your goddamned panties or on your
leg like some kinda dog," Donnie said angrily. He backed away and reached down,
curling his fingers around the girl's twisted legbands. Lisa reached down also, curling
her fingers and trying to claw away the young man's.
But Donnie was too determined to let himself be stopped by her. With a quick jerk he
yanked the juice soaked briefs down from her jutting hipbones, exposing her bloated,
dark pink and juice-slicked pussylips for the first time.
Lisa heard the panties tearing off her twisting body. Oh God, she was completely
naked, exposed to this sex maniac! She could feel his calloused fingers trailing up her
inner thighs, getting closer and closer to her pussylips. Every nerve ending in her pussy
seemed to be straining toward those fingers.
Oh, OH, he was touching her now! She felt his fingers working greedily over her fat
pussylips. He pinched them together hard, relaxing his grip only to squeeze her cuntal
mound harder once more. He was milking the lips, working their slippery rubbery
edges together. Foam started drooling from between them. When Lisa tried to get his
hands off, she found she could barely move. The sexual heat had drained all will from
the young teenager.
All she could do was wait for Donnie to make his next move.
"It's time, Lisa. I'm not gonna wait any more. I can't!" Donnie groaned. He was on top
of her again, pushing forward with his smooth ass. He slipped his mouth back onto
hers. Lisa's cuntlips peeled back and were ready to receive the athlete's dick.
Oh, how good it felt to have him taking over, rolling her back onto the rug, forcing her
ass partly into the air while inching down and making her scissor her legs around his
lower back!
She was in that spread-eagled position, her feet high in the air, her thighs spread apart,
her cuntlips peeled back and unstuck, ready to take in the young man's thick, long
dick.
With a giant shove Donnie worked his dickhead in past her tense cunt muscles,
slipping it past the girl's stretched outer labes and into her hot, slick hole. As the head
slid through, Lisa's outer pussylips snapped shut over it. His big long boner was
outside, bending slightly at the middle and waiting to shove fully into the velvety dark
pink virgin depths of her willing body.
"Jesus, you're one hell of a hot, tight fuck!" Donnie grunted. Beads of sweat started to
break out on his forehead, plastering down his hair.
Lisa shoved her head to one side. Her eyelids fluttered open while her jaw slackened.
She couldn't move. She was pinned to the floor like some insect on a biology table,
impaled on the athlete's big dick.
Donnie twisted his body around so she could feel his cock reaming out her tight virgin
passage. The spongy fat head wormed around and around, pushing deeper into the
throat of her snatch. His cock shaft snaked through her bushy blonde cuntal curls,
disappearing inch by hot, wet inch.
"Ohhhh!" Lisa begged as she felt her pussy stretched wider. "Fuck me! Oh, God, fuck
me! Ohhhhh, it feels sooooooo good," she moaned.
Lisa couldn't believe it was her saying those horrible words. She was actually asking this
young man to do horrible things to her? Horrible? How could anything that felt so
good be horrible? No, her mother was wrong. Fucking was the most natural thing in
the world. Oh, to feel her virgin slick pussy membranes being forced apart, stretched
into a wide tunnel to accommodate the athlete's sinking dick! And then she could feel it
twitching, jerking, pressing up against her rumbling cuntal walls! It was fantastic!
Then Donnie ran into something hard and firm. He knew it was her cherry. Pushing
forward and down again, his weight increased slowly against that wall.
"No, don't, it HURTS!" Lisa cried, her feelings changing suddenly from excitement to
terror. She could feel the pain – the horrible, tearing pain of his cock pushing hard
against her cherry! Oh, it felt as if someone were driving a spike through her flesh! Lisa
wiggled her ass on the floor, trying to inch her pussy away from the horrible pain.
But Donnie held her firmly.
"You are a virgin. Shit, I didn't believe it till now. Well, it's okay. It's gonna hurt at
first. But I swear you'll never be sorry!"
"NO!" Lisa cried. She was terrified, horrified this was happening to her. It was like
having an operation in her own living room! No, Momma! Momma! Help, help!
"Hold still, damn it!" He grabbed her roughly by the shoulders and held her down. His
dickhead pressed hard against her cherry.
Lisa cried out, twisting her head to one side and gasping hard as Donnie lunged. With
one quick stab he ripped through her cherry, making the girl shriek with agony.
"Ohhhh," Lisa moaned as Donnie lay quietly on top of her.
He was temporarily exhausted with the effort of fucking through her cherry. He
smoothed his hands comfortingly over her body, kissing her lightly behind the ear
while occasionally moving his thighs from side to side. He could feel Lisa moving
slightly after several minutes.
"Does it hurt much, now?" he asked. He started bringing his hands down, rubbing
them against her stiff nipples, then bringing them lower and lower until he was rubbing
the stretched rim of her cunthole. He rubbed the sides of his cock, then her pussy
mound. Gradually, he felt Lisa coming back to sexual life. "Ohh, you hurt me," the
young girl said, opening her eyes and pouting slightly. The tearing ache was gradually
going away, helped by Donnie's side to side movement of his hips. Oh, how good that
felt – his reaching down and pinching her cuntlips against his dick. Lisa could feel hot
streams of pussy juice starting to seep up inside her bruised, torn pussy. The pain eased
under that rising heat. Slowly she was forgetting about the damage done to her cherry.
The slick juices seemed to heal the tear, both in her body and in her mind.
"Oh, it feels better! Good, good!" she panted, jerking her head up and gasping for
breath. It was going away!
She could feel Donnie's fat cock jerking inside her, twisting and twitching as if it were a
live animal. Oh, how wonderful that feeling was!
"Fuck you again," Donnie groaned.
"I'm afraid," the girl admitted honestly, wrinkling up her forehead. She was trembling,
frightened that more fucking would hurt her horribly. But Donnie had been through
this kind of situation before.
"It won't hurt again, I promise," he said, starting to stroke her again with his long
prick.
Lisa closed her eyes and bit down on her lower hp, trying to force herself to relax. She
could feel the rush of Donnie's prick going through her pussy. Oh, it felt so good, so
soothing, so exciting!
Occasionally he would slide up her body, angling his cock downward and rubbing the
top against her clit. Then Lisa would tilt up her pussy mound, increasing that hot,
rubbing friction. It was then that she couldn't keep her ass quiet. She moved it around
the rug, creating carpet burns on her butt flesh. Her legs sagged apart, her feet
bouncing up and down, the heels occasionally hammering against Donnie's humping
back. He was pistoning his dick faster and faster, making her grunt every time he
slammed his sweaty, hairy groin against her crotch.
Now the young blonde wanted as much dickmeat as Donnie would throw into her
cunt. Oh, she wanted so much cock, prick, dick... All those wonderful, forbidden words!
They bubbled up to her mouth and she said them, almost giggling at the exciting
feeling they produced.
"Yesssss, yesssss," the girl hissed, tossing her head from side to side. Her blonde hair
lay plastered with sweat across her flushed cheeks and forehead. Her breathing had
become irregular and shallow. The cords stood out in her neck while her chest
tightened and her throat grew incredibly dry. She felt she was about to explode, blow
apart from the tension making her pussy knot up in sexual cramps. She was raking her
fingernails across his humping back, at times locking her icy cold trembling fingers
around his neck and shoving her body up hard against his hammering groin. She could
feel his balls swinging against her raised ass. Oh, that wonderful, leathery sac filled with
such hot, white thick jizz! She'd heard about how a woman feels when that cum spurts
into her hole. And in a few seconds Lisa would feel that incredible sensation!
"Oh, OHHHHH!" Lisa felt the rushing of his cock more than ever as it ripped through
her tight cunt. There was the squishy sound of his dickmeat sliding over her cunt walls.
Soon he was hammering against her clit again. His weight made the girl's tits jiggle
together, then roll apart while more sweat oozed from her pores and glistened in tiny
pools on her body. Lisa grunted. She was being stretched wide open by the frantic
working of his fucking strokes. His cock was ballooning out, stretching her open until
she thought she'd split.
"Cum, cum!" Donnie moaned. Deep in her body Lisa could feel an explosion building
up. Cum, cum – that was what she was going to do. Her body tightened up in preorgasmic 
tenseness. Her cuntal muscles grabbed hard at his dick. Then suddenly she
felt something sticky bursting out of Donnie's dickhead and burning its way into her
hole. He was jerking on top of her, writhing crazily while moaning incoherently. Oh,
she was cumming, CUMMING TOO!
"CUMMMMMMM!" Lisa cried, her legs snapped tightly over the athlete's body. There
was another loud shriek as a screaming orgasm ripped through her snatch. Oh, so
good, so good, Lisa thought as she struggled through the red fog to keep conscious.


Chapter 3

"Oh, gosh, it's almost eight-thirty. We gotta clean up and get back to studying," Lisa
said, looking up at the wall clock.
Both she and the young athlete were still lying on the floor, stark naked. They'd
cleaned up, but Donnie wanted to fondle the girl's big tits, maybe even fuck her again if
she'd let him.
"No, NO!" Lisa cried, reaching down and brushing his hand away from her snatch.
"Please, I shouldn't have done that in the first place. Oh, you're gonna spread this
around school; I know it. All the boys..." Lisa couldn't finish. She jerked herself up into
a sitting position and covered her face with both hands.
The same thing had happened to a friend of hers, Nancy Burns. Oh, poor Nancy! She
let a boy take advantage of her one night in her home while her parents were out. The
next day the story was all over the school. All kinds of guys came up to the girl in the
hall, trying to grab her tight little ass, her titties – anything – right in front of the main
office, even! Finally the girl had to transfer to a Catholic school.
No, she didn't want that to happen to her! "Hey, don't worry. I'm not gonna tell
anybody. I'm not that kind. I promise."
There was something in Donnie's voice that assured the girl he meant what he said.
"We really have to get going on the lessons," Lisa said as Donnie pushed her back onto
the floor and rolled one leg over her thighs. Oh, why couldn't she stop herself? Lisa
could feel her pussy warming up again. Her nipples were getting hard again. When
Donnie smoothed one hand over her tits, squeezing them as if they were made of soft
dough, she gasped. When he worked the other hand over her silky white inner thighs,
moving it up to her furry snatch, and then slipping his forefinger into her cunthole up
to the second joint, the young girl groaned, snapping her legs together while squeezing
that invading finger with her powerful pussy muscles.
"Whew! I never met a girl who could do that as good as you," Donnie said, wiggling his
finger around in her little snatch until he had the young blonde groaning like a bitch in
heat.
Both were so worked up neither heard the sounds of a key slipping into the door lock,
nor of the door slowly opening.
"Yes, fuck, fuck," Lisa groaned as he slipped another finger inside her. Lisa felt herself
shattering into a million small pieces all over again. Oh, what was she becoming? She
was getting so hot again, heating up like a common street whore! Just a few minutes
ago she was her mother's good girl. Now Lisa felt she'd crossed some kind of threshold,
one she could never go back over again.
"Don't worry, I'll..."
Donnie's words were stopped by an awareness of someone else in the room. Lisa felt it
too, her body stiffening with shock. Was her mother home? Oh God, how could she
ever face the woman? She'd have to leave home! Her mother would throw her out like a
slut!
Lisa reached up and pushed Donnie's right shoulder to one side. No, it wasn't her
mother. It was Sam Hanks, the apartment janitor, and a squad of other dirty, foul men
standing around them in a circle. Sam nodded. His four buddies grabbed Donnie and
pulled him roughly off the carpet and threw him against the far wall. Lisa's hands flew
to cover her exposed pussy. Donnie picked himself up from the floor, wincing as he
held his left hand at a strange angle. "Oh, you've broken his hand!" Lisa screamed,
moving one hand up from her cunt to cover her mouth. No, this couldn't be
happening.
Sam Hanks was a vile, foul man. She'd found him one day trying to corner her mother
in the laundry room, his hands already sliding under the groaning woman's skirt while
his thighs were pressed tightly against her mother's crotch. It was only Lisa's screams
and threats to call the police that finally stopped the horrible scene.
"So what?" Sam sneered, looking at the young athlete who stood now at a slight stoop,
breathing heavily while studying his twisted hand. His cock looked strange hanging
limply from between his legs. "Move your goddamned hands," Sam said gruffly.
Lisa's eyes widened. She tried to hide her big titties by drawing her upper arms close
together. Sam sneered at her, reaching down and unbuckling the dirtied khaki Army
belt holding up his saggy, dirty Levis. Lisa wrinkled up her nose. Sam always smelled of
something foul, something most people stayed away from. She stared up at him now –
fat, pig-faced, unshaven, pot-bellied and thick-legged. Oh, God, to think someone –
something – like that was now looking at her completely naked, was enough to make
her want to throw up.
"No!" Donnie shouted bravely, twisting past one of Sam's friend's hands. Without
showing any emotion the man smashed a fist into Donnie's belly. The athlete grabbed
for that offending hand as he fell to his knees. He doubled up, wrestling with that man.
Then another man stepped up and jerked up his foot, driving the toe of a heavy boot
into Donnie's crotch with a sickening thud. A shriek ripped from Donnie's throat as his
body jerked back violently. He fell retching at the first man's feet.
Lisa felt a scream building up inside her. Her nostrils flared wide, dragging in air. 
She elbowed her way back on the carpet.
"You thought you were so damned private up here, didn't you?" Sam sneered, pointing
to a heating vent on other side of the living room.
"Shit, we could hear everything the two of you were doing. What would your precious
momma say if she were to find out her daughter was fucking her brains out while she
was slaving away at work?"
"Don't... tell her," Lisa begged, holding her hands together.
"Gag her," Sam ordered.
Lisa struggled, kicking at Sam's friends until one open-handedly slapped her across the
right cheek. Her head snapped to the left, her long blonde hair fanning across her face.
The girl moaned, feeling herself knocked halfway unconscious. She felt them jamming
her soaked underwear into her mouth. The salty, bleachy taste of her own pussy juice
made her retch. Oh God, what were they gong to do to her? The way Sam and his
buddies eyed all the young women in the apartment building made some of the tenants
call the owner and demand the janitor's resignation. But the owner had simply
shrugged his shoulders, saying Sam worked cheaply enough, and besides, there was
never any overt sexual attack. If they didn't like the building, they could always move
out.
Now Lisa realized she was reaping the cost of her mother's refusal to move.
Sam stood by one side and reached up, smoothing one hand over his shaven, glossy
head. He had pale eyes and high cheekbones, the whole affect making him look like a
living skull. He smiled, his thin lips pulling back and revealing a double row of yellow
teeth. Lisa shrank back from him, feeling her flesh crawl with horror.
"Hold the little bitch there," Sam said. The men grabbed her arms and legs and held
Lisa spread-eagled, dropping to their knees and looking meaningfully at one another.
Lisa twisted her head from side to side and watched Sam examine the living room. He
picked up several pieces of china and turned them around slowly in his paw-like hand.
"Nothing here I want – except you," he said, staring at the girl's exposed pussy with
glowing eyes. "But she and her damned mother caused me a lot of trouble – called the
owner, Mr. Burke, threatened to call the cops if I didn't lay off the old lady or her. I
almost got canned for that. Ol' Sam don't forget things like that."
Lisa watched as he reached into the pocket of his filthy red and white plaid shirt and
pulled out a crumpled pack of Chesterfields, tapping it against his other hand and
pulling out a cigarette. He put it between his thin lips, tossing the empty pack onto the
floor, then lighting the cigarette with a scratched Zippo lighter.
"So, I'm gonna have a little fun with this little bitch before I fuck her ass good," Sam
finished, taking a deep drag on his cigarette while shoving his lighter back into his right
pants pocket.
Sam knelt down next to her, blowing a smoke ring into her face that made Lisa's eyes
water. She coughed, twisting her head away. No, she couldn't look at that horrible,
puffy ugly face! It was too much! In the background she could hear Donnie groaning
softly. If there were only some way she could help him!
"What are you going to do?" Lisa asked with a tremor in her voice. She cringed away as
she felt the heat of the cigarette increase against her right thigh. She smelled the sharp
aroma of the tobacco as it curled into her nostrils. The glowing tip of the cigarette
reddened her flesh. She twisted against the strong dirty hands holding her down. A tiny
sob moved past the foul-tasting gag in her mouth. Oh, he was going to burn her, burn
her the way she heard Mafia men burned their women when they disobeyed them! No,
not her white, tender flesh! Oh, she'd be scarred for life!
Lisa looked at Sam. His eyes glittered. He was smiling, smiling as if he were going to
give her a fancy gift. Then he dropped the cigarette, touching the burning head to her
flesh. Lisa trembled, feeling at first a cold sensation, quickly followed by the blistering
feeling of intense burning heat.
The young blonde strained to be quiet. She could see Donnie couldn't watch what was
happening. No, she didn't want to make things worse for him, for her. If only she could
keep quiet the girl felt it would all go away. But oh, that line of agony was moving close
to her pussy. There was a soft crackling sound as a few curly hairs on her cuntal mound
burned. The odor of singeing hair added to the smell of the tobacco. The pain was
horrible! How Sam must hate both her and her mother to be doing something as foul
and sick as this. She shuddered, feeling the gag still holding her mouth wide. With a
tearing pain in her throat Lisa's breath went out. She could hear herself moaning.
"Stop it! Oh, God, stop it!" Donnie cried out from the floor. He heard that whispering
crackling sound of hair also. He could smell her burning flesh. The young man knew
what was going on in front of him, even if he couldn't see through the tight ring of
sadistic men. He scrambled up to his feet once more, staggering with clenched fists
toward Lisa and her tormentors.
But Sam was expecting something like this. He signalled to one of his friends, who
quickly wheeled around and jumped to his feet. The injuries both to the athlete's groin
and hand were too painfully apparent. His reflexes were slowed. In a second the fat,
middle-aged man had knocked the boy back down onto the floor. Blood spurted from
the boy's face. Lisa screamed. Donnie picked himself up once more and moved toward
the big man again, crouching and growling like an animal. Lisa's screams turned into a
low whimper as the man calmly swung his boot back, then kicked the boy in the face.
Lisa heard what she was sure was Donnie's front teeth and lower jaw breaking. The
boy's arms flung out and his body snapped back. He landed, unconscious, on the rug in
a crucified position.
"So much for him," Sam said contemptuously. "Now for this little cunt again."
Reaching into his back pocket, he pulled out a rectangular leather pouch. There were
handles of several tools sticking out from the top. Sam pulled out one. It was a knife-a
four-inch gleaming blade sticking out from a carved oak handle!
"No, NO!" Lisa stiffened, waiting to feel the sharp hot sensation of that blade ripping
through her belly.
Sam grinned that death's head grin once more, moving down and running the point of
the knife along the sole of her right foot. Lisa gasped, her toes curling. There was a look
of intense concentration on her face. Sam was watching her closely, drinking in every
quiver, every twitch the girl made. He seemed to be enjoying himself immensely. The
more he could make her quiver, the more he could make her whimper, the more he
laughed.
"So, you want more?"
Lisa shook her head violently from side to side. Sam dropped his grin immediately and
sliced a thin line across her right forearm. The girl screamed, shrinking away from the
sharp pain.
"No, no more! Please, no more!" she begged, backing up against a man behind her. Oh,
God, she was so terrified she thought she'd shit on the carpeting in front of all these
leering men.
"Turn over. Come on, guys, help her over," Sam said, licking his thin lower hp. The
others gathered the groaning girl up, flipping her onto her knees as if she were a
pancake.
Lisa shook in complete terror. She didn't dare turn around and look back at the janitor.
She tried closing her eyes, but it was impossible to block out the horror that was about
to happen to her. She reached out and pulled a pillow to her face, holding it tightly as
she felt her pussy being fingered, stroked, even tongued by the men around her! She
felt horribly exposed, shamed by all these men! The quivering in her ass muscles made
her smooth white globes tighten and relax, inviting the violation Sam had planned for
her.
The big janitor breathed harder. His deep, shuddering breaths seemed to fill the living
room. He knelt behind Lisa. "Get up on your knees, you little bitch. You can't stop
from wanting to get fucked, can you? I know your kind-likes to say no, then can't wait
to spread your goddamned legs when you're hot enough. Fuck... I'm gonna make sure
you get your fill of dickmeat tonight!"
The words made Lisa shudder with horror and a strange kind of excitement. Slowly she
brought her knees up, raising her asscheeks into the air. The wet, sticky jagged line of
her cuntal cleft was completely exposed now. The blonde teenager closed her eyes in
horror and shame.
Suddenly she felt something cold and sharp tracing itself across one asscheek. Lisa
trembled, letting out a sharp gasp of air. She concentrated on where it was going. It
moved in a broad arc up to her waist, then slowly down to where her ass met her right
thigh. Lisa wanted to cry out, to scream!
But if she did she could imagine Sam stabbing her, leaving her to bleed to death with
Donnie.
Lisa felt her cunt sucking in air, opening in an uncontrollable spasm as the knife moved
now to trail along the outer lines of her pussylips. She bit her lower lip, her face
trembling and growing red.
Then, the knife suddenly went away. Lisa let out a sigh of relief.
Then suddenly, she felt the flat of the blade press against her wet pussy slit. It went
from the bottom V of her cuntlips up to her clit. Oh, God, he was going to rip her
apart!


Chapter 4

"You like this, don't you?" Sam said between his teeth. There was a tremor in his voice
as he pressed the flat end of the knife blade harder against her pussylips.
Lisa sucked in a deep breath, closing her eyes and fighting down the terror gripping her
throat. She felt dizzy with fright. Her breathing was short and raspy, while a strange
electric-like sensation rippled over her flesh, making it hot and clammy! The girl curled
her fingers, digging the tips into the rich piling of the carpeting. Oh, how exposed she
felt! In her own home she was terrified of being mauled, of being ripped to pieces by
that blade slicing into the soft, hot petals of her pussylips right now.
"Fuck, she's juicin' all over herself!" Sam said in a thick voice.
It was true. Lisa didn't know if it was the terror of the moment that was making her
body spin out of control, but she could feel her cunt juice seeping out of her hole,
burning her pussy membranes where the knife had made tiny slits. Oh, it was like
having someone rub salt into tiny paper cuts! Lisa fluttered open her eyes and stared at
the wall opposite her. What was happening to her body? Why was she responding so
sexualy and so powerfully to these horrible men and to that menacing knife pressing
hard up against her pussy?
"I thought this one'd be one hell of a hot number. But fuck, she's makin' my balls ache
just watching how she's turnin' on to my knife!" Sam said, raising both eyebrows in
surprise.
Oh, how cold that blade was right in the center of her hot, wet pussy! Involuntarily,
Lisa's cunt snapped shut on nothing. The surgically sharp blade of the knife slit her
gripping pussylips.
Sam watched as he rocked the knife up and down, watching the girl's snatch slacken,
then wink shut all over again. Lisa was moaning a low, steady hum now, rocking her
body back and forth. Her thunderous titties hung, the stiff hippies nearly touching the
carpeting. Lisa felt a shock of conflicting emotions whirl through her mind as that blade
cut deeper and deeper into her pussyflesh. Sam pressed the tip of that blade hard
against the red tip of her clit. The young blonde gasped, her eyes bugging further out.
Her back arched and her knees spread a few more inches apart, making her pussy open
more eagerly to Sam's stare.
"Goddamned little slut. She's nothin' more than a fuckin' whore, just the same as her
old lady. Fuck, the two of them probably could take on the whole bunch of us without
thinkin' twice about it. Nothin' like a hot little cunt to take care of a big oF dick like
mine," Sam said, his voice becoming thick with emotion.
Lisa's pulse raced while her heart beat more strongly. She opened her legs a little more,
coaxed to do so by Sam and his blade.
"Take a look at this, baby. Take a look at this whanger and see what's gonna get stuck
into you."
Lisa trembled, lifting her head and peering over her right shoulder. She saw a thick
eight-inch cock-ugly, roped with huge blue throbbing veins-sticking straight out of his
filthy, sagging Levis. Oh, to think her pussy was going to have that ugly thing ramming
in and out of it! Oh God, right after Donnie's handsome prong, she was going to have
to endure that humiliation!
"Ahhh!" Lisa could feel the tip of the knife slicing into her clit. What was he going to
do, cut up her pussy, then fuck her like that? She'd heard of all kinds of weird stories
about sexual abuse, about how some men enjoyed tearing women to pieces then
fucking them bloody, God, were Sam and his friends like that? The thought whirled
around madly in her head.
And strangely, that idea made her cuntjuice flow faster and more freely from her
snatch. Lisa felt the rising heat of her body blush on her cheeks, her tits and her belly.
She hated herself for getting so excited over so foul an idea.
"Fuck, I think I'll let 'er wait a little while. She'll be so fuckin hot she won't know what
to do with herself. I'll bet I can stick a pool cue up her snatch and she'd snap down on
it and ride."
The men laughed cruelly, making obscene jokes about how Lisa was responding to the
cruel torture. She moved her hands up, covering her eyes and ears, trying to block out
the horror towering over her. She could feel Sam dragging the knife back, slicing a
groove down to the edge of her cunt mouth. The buzzing, spinning flashes from her clit
slackened off. But the terror of having her pussy maimed by that blade still hung with
the girl.
Instinctively, Lisa pushed her ass back at Sam. The tip of the knife slipped around the
rim of her cunt, then past the puckered, wrinkled ring of her asshole. Suddenly she felt
a spasm in her asshole. That twitching in her shitter made her cunny relax, and the air
in her overheated hole blew out. Lisa jerked her head around once more and shot a
quick look at the janitor. He was too involved in stroking his thick cock to notice her
noisy cunthole.
Lisa was ashamed of herself. There she was, her newly found boyfriend lying in a pool
of blood after having tried to defend her. And she was crouched there like a bitch dog,
waiting – no, anxious – for a fuck from this foul sadist.
"OH!' Now Sam was toying with her asshole, twisting the knife teasingly around the
puckered rim of her shitter. These pinprick stabs forced the rubbery ring of her shitter
inward.
Sam was breathing heavily now. He was fisting his cock, jacking the taut hot outer skin
over the steely inner core. He moved the tip back to her cunt, poking at the outer edges
of her labes.
Oh, how much longer would this horrible teasing last? Lisa moved her buttocks
gradually from side to side, instinctively inticing the older man to drop the knife and
get on with fucking her.
Lisa was panting audibly now. Her body was wet with sweat, glistening under the
bright living room lights. Rivers ran from her armpits, leaving shiny, snakelike traces
on her swinging tits.
"You goddamned little slut!" Sam growled. "You like watchin' me do it to you, eh?
Well, get ready to take the dick of a real man," Sam growled. He reached down and
pulled his pants all the way down to his knees, inching closer until the girl could feel
the blind stabs of his cock against her pussy. She heard the knife thud to the carpeted
floor, felt his hands grip her thighs as he adjusted his position to the height of her
cunny.
"OHHHH!" Lisa cried. The bulbous head of his prick slithered into the slippery crack
between her cuntlips. The salty oozing cum on his dickhead set the small cut on her
clitty tip on fire. She felt it burning as if someone had spilled acid on it. Lisa rolled her
hips forward, hunching her back like a dog. Suddenly she blinked, her eyeballs bulging
out. The fat cockhead had suddenly lodged in her cunthole.
"Yeah! Good, nice, tight and hot," Sam growled. It felt as if his thrusting would rip the
knife-slit flesh of her cunt away.
Lisa gasped, staring at the blank wall in front of her. The girl spread her knees farther
apart to make his fucking easier for her. Her cuntwalls seemed to hurt even more than
when Donnie fucked her for the first time. The big janitor leaned forward, curling his
fingers, digging them into the white tender flesh of her thighs.
Lisa could feel his thick dick slip into her hole. It felt like a long, greasy finger. The
river of her pussy juice flowed even more, making the girl's tender membranes slippery
for the foul man's invading cock.
Once Sam's cock made it halfway into her hole, the janitor dropped his hands, shifting
his grip to the girl's hanging tits. His fingers dug into those pendulous jugs and
kneaded them cruelly. Lisa felt a strange aching heat explode in them, under this wild
man's cruel fingering.
Oh, God, she was getting so hot between her legs! And she was doing it in front of
these men who were torturing her! Oh, how she hated the man behind her, making her
feel all these horrible sensations!
But how she began to hate herself for giving into her perverted feelings of lust. The
dog-like position made her feel sick, degraded. The worse part of the act was the
response from her body. Never had the girl ever had a feeling she would react this
strongly to this kind of horrible rear attack. To be raped this way, and so cruelly and
sadistically, was far beyond anything she'd ever imagined. But apparently something
inside her was awakened by this cruel, sick man. He was on her like an animal, like
some dog fucking another dog in the gutter, growling, slathering all over her, fondling
her in the most private areas of her body. Sam was exciting the hell out of her!
Lisa hunched even harder back against him. The full length of his thick cock was in her
fuckhole now, stretching it up into her belly. Lisa felt the prickhead move around in
her, stirring her guts like a spoon.
"No, no," the blonde teenager cried, trying to stop the awful feeling rising inside her. If
only she could fight it down, not feel so good and hot when he fucked his dick in and
out of her pussy. To be raped was terrible. But to be raped in this horribly brutal and
degrading position and to still enjoy it was something too much for words!
Sam, meanwhile, thought she was protesting against his cock. That thought excited him
more. He reached down and took her nipples between his thumbs and forefingers. He
twisted those long rubbery nubbins viciously and bit the back of her neck.
Lisa jerked, sobbing back the scream still lodged in her throat. The bruising fingers on
her nipples made every inch of her boobs ache. She wished he would tear the tiny nubs
off. That would stop the incredible heat that was making her rock her body from side to
side. And those teeth clamping on her nape made Lisa jerk her head back. She raised
herself up with her arms, the constant swivelling of her ass continuing. She felt beyond
the point of stopping the heat and tight aching sensation in her pussy. She needed relief
now, the relief of a wild, almost painful cum.
Sam's fat belly slapped loudly against Lisa's ass. She could feel the wiry hairs of his
cockbush against her asshole.
Oh, she was being fucked by that building's foul-mouthed janitor! The young blonde
felt as if someone had dumped a bucket of shit all over her body. To think his dirty
calloused fingers were pawing her titties, pinching her nipples, smoothing down over
her asscheeks and inner thighs, playing with her bloated pussylips! Sam was someone
people avoided even in the brightest of light. No one thought enough of him to spit in
his face. And yet Lisa found herself crouching down in front of him on all fours, her
pussy worked up to blast furnace heat by this foul man!
Oh, oh, she could smell his filthy breath, now that he lowered himself completely onto
her back, his sagging hairy belly filling the concave dip of her back. He was breathing
through her hair, kissing the back of her neck, biting it as he did before, smoothing
those horribly filthy fingers all over her trembling, sweaty body as he inched closer and
closer to orgasm.
Lisa thought of Donnie, lying only a few feet away, still unconscious. She wondered if
he were bleeding yet. Suddenly, that thought was erased by a flash of her sexual heat.
Tit-swelling jolts of sexual electricity shot through her body. The soft firmness of her
ass suddenly become tense. Her wet pussy cleft was snapping shut harder, grabbing at
the foul man's slicing dick.
The young girl was panting now, panting like a goddamned dog. The piledriving
thrusts of the janitor's cock knocked the girl around the floor. She was growling like a
dog now, a low, harsh noise tearing at her throat. The whirling knot of lust in her
crotch was going to explode at any second. She hated the excitement, the cock and the
vile hands causing all of it. She despised Sam for causing her to feel all this wild
excitement tearing at her cunny.
"No, no!" Lisa told herself out loud. She was, trying to hold off. The immense blast
furnace of chilly heat in her cunt grew more intense as the seconds ticked by. He was
fucking her at different angles now – first from the right, now slightly off to the left,
then dead center-driving it in hard and deep and keeping it there while rotating his hips
around in tiny circles and thus stirring his cock around and around the girl's tight little
hole.
Lisa was going crazy. She was almost barking, her breath coming in short, jerky
sobbing gasps. The tension in her cuntsleeve was building higher and higher. It was
tearing at her, dragging her down to Sam's low, foul level. She didn't have the energy
for growling or speaking. Everything in the girl focused on her tight, hot cunt. Her
body became a throbbing clit, winding up for a tremendous sexual explosion.
Then with a furious savage jab, Sam banged his dickhead into her hole like a knife. He
held it there, twisting his body from side to side, grunting, swearing at her. Lisa could
feel his dick jerking inside, twitching up and down, shooting globs of scalding jizz into
her pussy.
Oh, he was cumming, shooting his foul jizz into her body! Oh, OH, it was like lava
coming out of a firehose! Lisa could feel the push of hot spunk blowing into her hole,
burning her cunt walls. She gasped, feeling her pussywalls crashing in as if crumbled by
an earthquake. The first massive spasm drove Lisa almost crazy. She felt her sphincter
go into spasms, shutting tight. Her thighs swiveled uncontrollably. Lisa heard herself
screaming and moaning. The janitor's teeth nearly broke the skin of her neck. Another
and then another blast of jizz filled her hole. The young blonde could feel the sticky
cum oozing from her pussy, trickling down her leg, making her feel more excited and
yet at the same time more fouled than ever before.
Lisa could feel her tits swinging back and forth from the force of Sam's twisting and
jerking. The punctured flesh around her cunt and asshole was on fire. Then suddenly
she felt another series of orgasmic contractions sweep over her. She bit her lower lip
until she could taste blood. Chills tore through her cunthole, making the girl lose her
breath, then finally drop completely to the floor. Lisa felt herself annihilated by the
cum, driven into a simmering pile of liquid flesh by Sam's relentless cock. After each
shivering contraction of her cuntwalls, the ripples left a kind of empty feeling that
stopped the pain until the next blast. Lisa sobbed, knowing the spurting cum-spraying
cockshaft was attached to that horrible janitor.
If only this kind of feeling could have accompanied the fuck she and Donnie had had.
What they had was nice, but this was something else. Lisa would never have believed
something like this could have taken place without killing her! And to think she could
feel this way with a horrible man like Sam! No, no, she couldn't feel this way.
But still her pussy winked shut, milking more and more cum from the janitor's
swinging balls. Oh, she should have tried to tear her body away from him. But instead
she backed harder into the big fat ugly man, wanting more of his hunk of shooting
dickmeat.
When it was all over, Sam pulled himself up, wiping his forehead with the back of one
hairy hand. He looked down at the young girl still in a crouching position. She looked
utterly defeated. Her head rested in her arms while her ass still rode in the air. The men
could hear a soft sobbing sound coming from her. Jizz oozed out of her tortured little
hole.
"Somebody go check the kid," Sam ordered. One of his buddies went over and looked
at Donnie. He had stopped making any noises.
"He's okay. I think he's just knocked clean out. You sure got one hell of a hook, Sam,"
the man said admiringly.
"Oh, get out! Leave us alone. My mother'll be home soon. She'll get you," Lisa cried,
moaning words she could barely hear, herself. She'd been cruelly raped by this animal,
raped in her mother's living room, and she'd actually enjoyed it! Oh, how would she
ever be able to look at herself again? "No, baby. I ain't through with you yet. Fuck, the
way you've been tossin' that ass around the building... fuck... I'm gonna get my fill of
you tonight. I hadn't planned on this. But what the fuck? I'll get you back here before
your old lady comes in, but I'm gonna make sure you don't tell her nothin'!" Sam said
savagely, yanking his dick out and making the girl cry out again.
Sam stood up, flipping his ugly dick back into his Levis, and gave some orders. Lisa felt
herself being pulled up from the floor and carried to the couch, where they put her
down. Someone was rummaging through the hall closet, then throwing something over
her naked body. It was her father's raincoat, draped over her shoulders, then tied
around the front.
"Come on. We're goin' down to the basement – you know – a place where shit like me
and the boys here hang out," Sam said.
Lisa felt like a zombie. She let them pick her up from the couch and move her across
the living room. With each step she could feel Sam's cum oozing out of her slackening
pussy. What were they going to do with her? Oh God, there was Donnie! How hurt
and helpless he looked. If there were only some way she could help. But these men
weren't about to let her do anything. They pushed her down the hall, closing the door
behind them and locking it quietly.
"Don't use the elevator, stupid," Sam hissed in a whisper to one of his cronies. "She
meets somebody she knows and it's all over before we can fix her. Come on... the
service stairs."
They walked quickly down the flight of narrow concrete stairs from Lisa's floor to the
basement. The sound of machinery grew louder and the girl could feel an increasing
heat and humidity. Sam went ahead of her and opened a large gray metal door.
Stepping into the large hot room, she saw the furnaces that kept the large building
warm. The three of them stood like boxes in a row, their large pipes like arms
stretching across the low ceiling and into the main body of the building. Other auxiliary
equipment to the furnace stood clicking and clattering around the floor. Pipes of all
sorts crawled up the cinderblock walls and hugged the ceiling.
"Come on," Sam said, stepping in front of Lisa and heading for what Lisa guessed was
his office. This, she was sure, would begin her real trial of horror.


Chapter 5

Lisa lay huddled in a small ball in the cellar of the apartment building. It was strangely
warm and humid. She thought several hours had passed, but there was no way to tell.
She'd lain there for a long time, listening to the men talking softly some ten feet in
front of her. The gloomy basement made her shiver with terror. Tugging at the
raincoat, the blonde teenager hugged it tightly to her naked body, tucking her feet
under her ass and wondering what in heaven's name they were going to do to her next!
Then someone mentioned a German shepherd. She remembered seeing a large gray and
white shepherd around the building, sniffing occasionally at her legs whenever she
stepped out the elevator into the tiny lobby. Apparently the animal belonged to Sam.
How strange – the dog looked well-groomed and taken care of, so unlike Sam!
Suddenly one of the men reached up and took the warehouse light shade with one
hand, twisting it around and directing the light onto the young girl, Lisa shielded her
eyes from the glare of the bright shaft of illumination.
"Let's get Ranger, now," one of the men suggested. Lisa jerked her head around and
stared at him. Who was Ranger? Another of their sadistic group? Oh, God, what were
they going to do to her?
"He's in my room," Sam said drily, turning around and disappearing past the furnaces
for a moment. Lisa cringed when she saw two of the tall, fat men swaggering across the
cement floor toward her.
"No, no!" she cried in a tiny voice, hugging the lapels of the raincoat to her chin.
But the men only laughed, reaching down and knocking her hands away from her
throat viciously. They slid their hands under her armpits and jerked her roughly to her
feet. Lisa gasped. The raincoat fell open, exposing her big titties and her bush-haired
cunt. There was more cruel laughter as Lisa tried to pull the raincoat back over her
exposed body. The two men kept tugging it back out of her hands, trying to pull it off
her shoulders while she screamed and twisted around, almost spitting in their faces.
The cold cement floor hurt the soles of her bare feet. Her tits rolled together, then
jiggled apart as she struggled with the raincoat and Sam's friends. They were twisting
her around now, grabbing her and fondling her writhing body, then spinning her
around until she was staggering on the floor. The room spun in front of her. Her
nostrils flared while her pulse raced. Something told her what was ahead of her was far
worse than the horrible rape she'd just experienced.
"Okay, boys, knock it off. We don't wanna get her all tired before Ranger gets a crack
at 'er pussy," Sam shouted from across the basement.
The two men immediately backed away, leaving Lisa to stagger several feet forward
until she stopped herself. Quickly she tugged the lapels of the raincoat over her cunt
and titties, holding them tightly with all her fingers. Her head was down, her blonde
hair curtaining her flushed face.
Oh, she couldn't look at those horrible men! They were toying with her, playing with
her the way animals play with a piece of meat before devouring it. That's what they
were doing – eating her alive, trying to break her spirit by all this foul play! God damn
them all!
"Strip 'er!" Sam ordered.
Lisa shook her head violently back and forth, letting out a tiny whimper of protest. She
still kept her head down and her eyes lowered. No, no they wouldn't get away with
anything more. They'd have to kill'her first.
But Lisa had no idea of what she was up against. Sam and his buddies had dealt with
others who thought the same thing but finally came around. The two men who'd held
her originally came back, pinning her arms roughly to the small of her back. Sam
grinned, his hands on his fat hips while he rocked back and forth. One of the men
twisted her right arm painfully around, making her head snap back. Her hair whipped
across her face and she let out a sharp scream of pain. They watched as her body
quivered, her knees buckled and another shout of agony escaped her hps.
"Okay, let her go," Sam said. The men did as they were told, making sure they'd peeled
open the raincoat, then torn it from her shoulders. Lisa felt suddenly horribly naked
and exposed. She lowered her head again, bending her knees and sinking to the floor
slowly, while covering her cunt with both hands and her tits with her upper arms. It
was so filthy, so foul being here! If only her mother – somebody – would come and
find her! She didn't care what they thought; even if they knew the truth about how
turned on she was by the brutal rape. Just somebody, please, take her away from these
sadistic men!
"Give a look here, Lisa. Give a look at your next goddamned lover."
Lisa, by this time, was kneeling on the floor. The cold concrete hurt her knees. She
raised her head slightly, peering through her curtaining blonde hair. She saw the men
standing in a small semicircle in front of her. In the center was Sam, also kneeling. But
there was something new in the group – that large gray and white German shepherd
she'd seen earlier. He was there, his long pink tongue hanging limply from one corner
of his big mouth.
At first she smiled, reaching up with one hand and brushing her long hair away from
her eyes. He looked so friendly compared to the rest of the crowd. At last, a friend to
help her!
The she looked around at the looks on the faces surrounding her. The men were
grinning, scratching their groins, looking first at the big animal, then at her. A flash of
intelligence rocketed through Lisa's whirling mind. They were going to make her go
down on that dog!
"No, NO!" Lisa shouted, rearing backward. She fell on her ass, still shaking her head
violently from side to side. Her eyes were bugged out, wide with horror as she scooted
backward on the cement floor. She was pushing with the balls of her feet, her knees
bending, her legs flailing at the slick concrete as she tried to escape the horror awaiting
her.
"Go on, Ranger. You got a good hot little cunny there, just waitin' for that tongue and
bony cock of yours," Sam said, more for Lisa's benefit than for the animal's.
The girl found herself backed up against one wall. The sharp cinderblocks hurt her
back. She moved her arms back, her fingers clawing uselessly at the cement. Oh God,
there was nowhere to run! She was trapped, trapped like some kind of animal waiting
to be killed by that large German shepherd.
Lisa stared at the big dog, now crouched down and crawling slowly toward her. His big
bushy tail was held high, jerking slowly from left to right. His short fur stood up on
end while a low, steady deep growl came from his powerful throat. She could see his
double set of razor sharp teeth just under his black rubbery gums. His black toenails
clattered gently against the cement floor while his black nostrils quivered. He was
sniffing the air between him and Lisa's pussy. His pointed ears were pinned back. He
was a beautiful, powerful looking German shepherd bent on destroying her, she was
certain.
"Oh, God!" Lisa cried, her eyes bugging out farther. The young blonde crossed one leg
over the other to protect her, cunt while she raised her right hand and curled her
fingers protectively around her throat. The teenager pressed one side of her head
against the wall and closed her eyes, finally breaking down into hysterical weeping. Oh,
God, so this was the end she was going to come to – to have sex with some horrible
animal in front of the men who had raped her so brutally! And all within shouting
distance of her apartment. Maybe even now her mother was upstairs, screaming at the
bloody mess that was once Donnie. And what would she do, call the police? And yet
her daughter was only a few feet below-trapped, being forced to commit the most
perverted of acts!
"Oh, OHHHH!" Lisa cried, curling up her legs. She curled herself into a tight ball, now
turning her head around and watching the animal as it crept closer. His nose picked up
the scent of her pussy. Oh, God, he was shaking now, his growl having become louder.
He was going to rip her pussy apart! Oh, God, GOD!
"Now, get her!" Sam ordered. The big dog had turned around when Lisa kicked out
with one leg, screaming as he started licking her foot. "Go on, get her, boy. You've had
tougher."
The German shepherd turned around and barked twice, loudly. Lisa panicked now. She
could feel the animal's dark brown eyes fixed on her, bearing down on her as he
returned more determined than before. She could see the wolf part in him stirring. Oh,
to be so exposed to this wild animal!
With a whispered cry, Lisa slowly rose to her feet, scraping her tender white flesh
against the rough concrete blocks behind her. She kept her legs close together, her arms
crossed over her tits. No, no! She'd go down with a fight!
With another cry the girl started running for the main stairway. No one bothered
following her. In fact Sam and the others actually stepped back to give her room. At
first Lisa wondered why they were all so suddenly cooperative. Then she realized they
wanted a show.
She could feel Ranger closing in on her. He nipped at her ankle. He hadn't bit, but the
sharp brush of his teeth on her lower leg made her choke with terror. Lisa stumbled
and fell sideways, sliding across the cement floor near the first furnace box. The
stairway was only a few feet away. Vainly she stretched one hand out for the
handrailing. But the dog was growling and snapping all around her, barking so loudly
he terrified the girl. She jerked her hand back, covering her ears, screaming, curling up
into a tiny ball while the big animal pranced and barked.
Then Ranger pounced, his paws braced on her thighs as he nuzzled at her ass. She
turned onto her back, clamping her thighs together as she stretched out both arms,
clenched her ringers into two tight fists and beat at him. Ranger growled loudly, his
growl turning into another series of sharp barks. Oh, didn't anyone hear the
commotion down here? Wasn't anyone going to get suspicious and call the police?
Lisa chilled and had to look away from his eyes. He was baring his fangs, saliva oozing
from both corners of his maw, his eyes dancing madly in his handsome head while he
crouched down once more and barked savagely. The young blonde shivered, closing her
eyes and choking back the desire to. shriek her mind out. But what could it do?
Then suddenly Ranger changed his tactics. He started licking her again, starting at her
belly, wetting her sunken navel and the area just below her last pair of ribs. Lisa was on
her elbows, watching him with fear and confusion. Something weird was happening to
her. She could feel her pussy warming up to this licking animal. It was the first thing
that had been kind to her since... oh, God, it had only been a few hours since her fuck
with Donnie, and yet it seemed as if years had passed. Her cunny started aching, from
the tension of desire suddenly attacking her. She was excited by this dog? Yes, oh God,
yes, yes! It was just friction, one wet surface sliding against another one. She couldn't
be expected not to respond to something so wonderful as this. It was a dog's mouth,
but still, oh how wonderful it felt. Lisa felt as if she might be losing her mind, but what
a wonderful way to lose it!
"No, no!" the girl cried. Her voice was trembling with excitement. Oh, the horror, the
sickness of what she was doing. And she was doing it. The animal wasn't raping her
like Sam had. No, she could fight him off, beat him with her hands, crawl away until
he'd chewed the last bit of resistance from her. But instead Lisa found herself opening
to the big dog.
"Oh, God... please don't... ohhhhh" The animal's tongue crept higher and higher,
trailing up the insides of her thighs. Oh, why was it feeling so good? It made her cunny
wink open and snap shut.
The men noticed the change in the young woman as well. They stood, their hands on
their lips, then – faces twisted into silly grins as the German shepherd started working
on the moaning girl.
Oh, oh, it felt incredibly good! Lisa's knees sagged apart. Unbelievably she moved down
toward the dog, pushing her hips forward, raising her ass slightly to give Ranger a
better licking position. The dog whimpered and moved the long tip of his nose from
side to side. Soon he was pressing his cold snout against her inner cuntlips, forcing
them wide apart.
Lisa heard the men whispering about what a hot piece of ass she was. The young
blonde didn't care any longer. She was getting hot again, going out of her mind, getting
to the point where nothing on the outside could disturb her sexual heat.
Lisa almost thought she was living in a dream. But it wasn't a dream. Reaching down,
she caught the dog's big head in her hands and started pushing him away from her
spit-soaked cunt. He started that low growl in his throat again, the growl that made
Lisa think he was about to rip her to pieces. His eyes were slitted and his furry pointed
ears were pinned back once more.
"No, no, no," Lisa groaned.
The dog opened his mouth wide and pressed his white fangs gently into the flesh of her
right thigh. Lisa's eyes widened; her body quivered. The cords f.ood out in her neck as
she sucked in a ragged breath, then let it out with a terrified howl. Her head snapped
back as her fingers dug into the dog's hot furry coat. He wasn't biting, simply showing
her he could. The keen, teasing cut of those sharp :eeth sinking in, pressing against her
tendons and muscles made the girl cry out again and again, twisting on the floor,
bouncing her taut ass on the concrete.
Ranger let go for a second, then bit higher on her thigh. He was getting so close to her
pussy! Oh, she was getting hot! Lisa could feel the juice dripping :own the hollows and
folds of her snatch. The velvety inner surfaces of her cunt were rubbing against one
another, making her hotter, more wild. Gradually Lisa found herself fighting less and
less against the persistent German shepherd.
The big dog grunted with excitement, leaving off biting her and lunging at the
glistening, tender surfaces of her bloated cuntlips, glistening through her thick bush of
blonde pussy hairs. Lisa felt them peeling open. Vainly she tried twisting around, trying
to crawl away for the last time.
"Ohhhh!"
Ranger seemed crazed with lust, more aroused than before. He gouged his claws into
her thighs and rubbed his long black nose up and down her slick cuntal folds. She
could see her hot juice wetting the stubby black fur around his muzzle. His black
nostrils glistened with it. His pink tongue lolled sloppily over her pussy, parting the hot
crack, wetting her clit again and again with a thick coating of spittle.
Lisa pushed out one leg and fanned out her toes. The crazy tickling in her cunt was
getting worse. She could feel herself building steadily toward an orgasm. Yet she
couldn't quite grab the meaning – if indeed there were any – to it all. Her mind was
overloaded with the rubbing of Ranger's mouth, her senses reeling with the need to
increase the friction of his mouth against her pussy.
Oh, how hot she was getting!
Lisa put a shaky hand down to her pussy mound. She felt how soaked it was with both
the animal's hot spit and her own fuck oil. Occasionally she could feel the dog's pink
tongue rolling across her fingers, slicking down her knuckles. When she dragged her
fingers up her belly, they made wet streaks across her hot, flushed flesh. The streaks
dried, cooling her skin for moment and increasing the sexual heat building up fast in
her gut. Oh, it was wonderful, the best feeling she'd ever had!
"No, no," Lisa cried for the last time. Oh, how could she have let herself sink so low?
She was encouraging the animal, helping him when she should have been fighting him
down with her last ounce of strength. Mustering her last bit of strength, Lisa managed
to roll over and get up on all fours, crawling toward the stairway. It shimmered in front
of her in her sexual heat.
"Get away!" she screamed. Ranger lunged over her back, diving his head between her
legs again.
The big dog was licking her off even as she moved toward the stairway for escape. With
every move she felt as if she were crawling through jello. Her body was so hot, so
heavy! All she really wanted to do was collapse and let Ranger take care of the pulsing
itch in.her pussy. But something inside of the girl told her to keep fighting back, to
move on until she could escape this sexual horror.
The girl collapsed on the floor, but she kept on crawling, dragging herself forward on
her belly. Ranger jumped between her legs and lowered his head. He pushed part of his
black muzzle into the slit of her aching pussy.
"Ohhhhh!!" Lisa cried, kicking back futilely.
There was a steady throbbing ache in her cunt. Her pussylips were red and hot and her
clit burned like a glowing coal. Oh, was it so wrong for Ranger to take care of this
horror going on between her shaking legs?
"Get her back on her ass," Sam ordered, getting tired of watching Lisa trying to make
up her mind.
Two men scooped the girl up and rolled her over. The blonde was too weak and too hot
to do anything more. She felt Ranger move back over her, his tongue slopping over the
tender inner flesh of her thigh. Then he was back to her pussy. Her knees fell willingly
apart. She could feel her pussylips unstick. Ranger was pushing his nose in, lapping at
those furry blaoted membranes. He nuzzled his black snout between her swollen
cuntlips, almost tenderly.
Oh, God, it was as if she were being fucked by a furry dick! The young girl squeezed
her asscheeks together, hunching up her ass, feeding the animal her throbbing cunny.
He let his long dark pink tongue pet her clit, trail around her inner cuntlips. She
shuddered with a wild sexual fever. He was resting on his belly now, his long bushy tail
jerking from side to side. She could feel his hot breath tickle her pussy curls as he
drenched her cunt over and over again with his tongue.
"Oh, oh, oh..." Lisa didn't want to think of what was happening to her. The hunger of
her snatch was too much for her to ignore. Once more the girl pushed her hands down
to the steamy mess that was her cunt. She felt the soaked membranes, the wet hairs and
the dog's tongue. He was licking harder and harder, instinctively concentration on her
clit area. "Jesus, yes, YES!"
Lisa moved her ass up, giving Ranger more of her cunt to eat. He could sense her
rocketing sexual excitement. He whimpered through his nose, bathing the bottom of
her ass with his tongue. She felt so wet everywhere! Lisa's clitty burned so hot she was
sure someone had taken a match to it. Every tiny hollow of her pussy was peeled back
now. Every inch of her body surrendered to the hungry animal.
It was going to happen – she was going to climax with a dog, a filthy animal! Oh, how
terrible! And yet when she felt the stiff tickle of his coat against her tender soles, she
threw her head back and let out a yelp. Oh, how terrible! And yet, if it was so bad why
was she having such a marvelous time?


Chapter 6

"Good dog, good dog!" Lisa groaned.
She tilted her cunthole up, feeling the animal's tongue rim the pulsing circle of muscles
surrounding her pussyslit. He was going all over her now, slicking down her tight little
asshole, teasing the girl mercilessly, then moving back up to her snatch.
The young blonde felt her cuntal walls spasming. She could feel the muscles trying to
grab the dog's black nose. She was teetering on the brink of orgasm. The big muscles in
her ass cramped, while her belly ballooned. She kicked both feet high, fanning her toes
until they cramped too. Ranger slowed his rubbing friction, tilting his head and staring
curiously at her.
"Oh, oh, oh!"
The dog let out a loud bark, then nuzzled once more between her wet cuntlips. She felt
her cunt getting ready for a big cum. If her pussy were filled with a throbbing hunk of
dickmeat, Lisa instinctively knew she'd be milking it now with her membranes. The
thought hurled her into the storm of a wild orgasm. She pitched on the floor, bucking
her ass hard against Ranger's jaws. His teeth cut her slightly, and the acute tickle
brought babbling groans of pleasure from her dry throat. She raked his fur with her
fingers, pulling him harder against her twisting body. Scissoring her legs tightly around
his thick neck, she fought down the desire to scream with wild pleasure. Lisa didn't
want to scare him away, not now when she needed that wonderful tongue to bring her
off.
Lisa tossed her head around. She felt her hair splashing across her face and neck. Her
lush thighs were filled with a wild fire, the flames licking up to her pussy. She was
thrashing with lust now, bucking her body so wildly she nearly knocked the dog away,
but somehow he managed to stay on. Hot juice trickled down her legs.
Oh, how long her cum was taking! She just couldn't seem to get enough friction,
enough of something inside her to bring off a wild, exploding orgasm, the kind she'd
had with Donnie – in a way, and certainly with that foul janitor.
"OHHHHAAARRTT!" the girl shrieked. She jerked like a speared fish, digging her
fingers into her cunt and raking them across her cumming, clenching membranes while
the dog whimpered and licked her shaking, white knuckles.
When Lisa opened her eyes again, Ranger lay beside her. She found herself actually
hugging his strong, soft-furred body against hers. She felt a swirl of thoughs in her
head.
Oh, to think I could have done something so foul, so incredibly filthy. And yet was it so
wrong? Oh, ohhh... to think I was actually thinking about it, right after it had
happened.
Lisa jerked herself up and pushed away from the big animal. She was depraved to be
actually enjoying something so perverted as having sex with a dog!
"You didn't seem to mind it much, did ya babe?" Sam said. He was clearly surprised the
girl had so quickly turned on to Ranger. But he shrugged off any attempt at analysis. If
she was a hot number, so much the better. "Come on, let's get some good photos of her
so she don't get any funny ideas."
One of Sam's friends picked her up from the floor. The German shepherd barked
furiously, then looked at Sam's scowling face and whimpered, crawling away with his
tail between his legs.
Every move for Lisa was painful, cutting into the warm afterglow that had settled over
her body. She staggered on her feet, following the man to the other side of the
basement.
Two chains of about three feet in length hung down from two iron spikes driven into
the cement block wall. At their ends were two large pincers, used, apparently, to hold
heavy objects. Sam moved to the wall and held one of them in his hands, squeezing the
plastic handle at the end to open the powerful jaws of that instrument.
Lisa's eyes widened. She saw him first looking at the pincers, then at her tits. Oh, God,
no, NO!
"Gag her again!"
Lisa twisted around, screaming. Her eyes bugged out. Her arms flailed, her fingers
curling and flailing at the sea of faces suddenly all around her. Of course, she had no
chance. The young blonde felt someone pin her arms behind her, then bind her wrists
together with some kind of rope. Someone else was pushing her forward toward Sam.
The big janitor took one clamp, holding it just above her nipples, trailing the cold metal
jaws across her white flesh. Lisa screamed again, her cries finally being muffled by some
gasoline-tasting rag. The girl choked, tears coming to her eyes as she felt her belly buck
in fear.
Sam opened the jaws of one of the hanging pincers, moved the assembly to her nipples,
and let the jagged metal jaws clamp down hard.
Lisa shrieked, her wild cries of agony being muffled by the rag. Her face paled and her
body shook tremendously. The cords stood out in her neck, and her muscles tensed and
bulged under her skin. The girl looked as if someone had shot electricity through her
body. The metal jaws of the pincers dug painfully into her nipple and the surrounding
tit-flesh. Every time Lisa twisted around she could feel the jaws tearing her. Gradually,
the girl calmed down, realizing she was only hurting herself with all her struggling.
"Now for the second," Sam said, taking the other clamp and squeezing the plastic
handle to open the jaws. Lisa's eyes widened once more, then closed as she sucked in a
deep breath and got ready for the killing pain.
It came with a blinding fury. She screamed once more, her body becoming stiff and
rigid again. She twisted and shuddered, tears welling up in her eyes and finally spilling
onto her white cheeks. Her forehead wrinkled and her scalp crawled with agony and
terror.
Oh, they were going to rip off her nipples! Oh, how it hurt! The teeth of those clamps
were surely tearing away her flesh! How could they be doing something like this to her?
"And now a little something extra," Sam said. He'd gone back to a box pushed against
the second furnace box. Thrown in with several feet of rope, chains and other such
goods was a dildo. There was dirt caked to its white sides. Sam simply brushed it off
with his filthy fingers, spat on the rounded end, then pushed it up against the girl's
trembling buttocks.
Lisa cringed, feeling something cool and slick sliding along her ass. Sam laughed,
watching the girl's horror mount. She fought down the horrible pain those pincers were
making as they bit into her nipples and surrounding tit-flesh, trying to twist her head
around to see what was happening behind her.
"See baby? See what I'm gonna stick up your ass and take a picture of?"
Lisa looked at the ten-inch white dildo and shook her head violently back and forth,
crying with muffled tones through the gag. Oh, God, not this, not her ass too! The girl
twisted her head back around again, crying out, trying to push the rag out of her
mouth. If only she could scream loudly enough, maybe someone would hear her and
call the police!
But the gag held. One man tightened the ropes binding her wrists. Oh God, she could
feel the rope biting into her wrist, peeling some of her skin away. Was it blood or sweat
she felt soaking her palms and fingers? Her arms ached from the position they were in.
And those clamps! Lisa had to stand on tiptoe to keep her nipples level with the
pincers. If she let herself down the instruments would tug agonizingly at her nipples.
There was even the possibility they would be torn off by such a move.
Then she felt Sam moving the dildo up to her asscrack, sliding it up, up until it was
touching the puckered hps of her shitter.
Lisa cried out again, staggering forward on her tiptoes until she found herself pressing
her body against the cold cement block wall. The chains clattered while the pincers
tugged horribly at her nipples. Still the dildo pressed harder and harder. Oh, the pain in
her ass! It was as if someone were gnawing at her shitter, tearing her thighs apart. Sam
had worked the slick tip of the plastic cock into her bunghole and was twisting it
around and around. Lisa trembled, still trying to stay on her toes. She spread her legs
apart, trying to make room for the big thing. If she couldn't fight it off, the least she
could do was make room for the horrible, fucking thing.
Sam pushed harder, burying the first two inches of the prong in the girl's bung. Lisa
cried out, moving the tip of her tongue against the rag. Oh, it was moving! If she could
get the strength to...
"There ya go," Sam said, hitting the flat end of the white plastic dildo hard with the
palm of his right hand. He sent it hammering halfway into her gut.
Lisa stiffened, her body jerking forward, then falling back. The chains rattled; the
pincers pulled harder at her nipples. There was pain everywhere – her nipples, her tits,
her ass, her wrists. The confusd, horrified blonde sobbed and jerked, bouncing off the
wall like a crazed animal. She felt every nerve-ending in her body aroused by the
terrible, mind-splitting agony those men had imposed upon her.
"Get the camera," Sam said, letting go of the dildo.
Lisa knew she must be quite a sight, standing on her tiptoes, breathing heavily, her
titties hanging down with the nipples clamped by those big electricians' pincers chained
to the wall, her arms pulled back with her wrists tied tightly together behind her back,
and a long white dildo sticking out from her stretched asshole. And they were going to
take pictures, photos of what they were doing to her!
No, no! She'd never be able to tell anyone about this! Instintively Lisa knew that the
pictures were Sam's insurance policy.
In seconds there were popping flashbulbs. Then came the whirring sound of a Polaroid
camera. The men laughed and chuckled, looking at the pictures they'd just taken, then
staring at poor Lisa.
"Let's get a couple more expressions," Sam said, moving back to the girl and taking the
dildo in one hand. He twisted it around, making the girl's legs snap apart. Her head
snapped back and her arms tensed. The men took another picture. Then Sam twisted
the plastic cock slowly around, reaming out her bunghole with the dildo as if it were a
drill.
Lisa whimpered, more tears rolling down her cheeks. She could feel that thing
burrowing into her tight hole like a tiny animal. Oh, how her thighs and asshole ached!
"AHHHHH!" Lisa screamed.
Somehow she'd managed to push the rag from her mouth. She screamed for all she was
worth, calling for help, calling for anything. The men froze, one nearly dropping the
camera to the floor. Sam swore, reaching down and grabbing the rag. Lisa twisted her
head violently from side to side, nearly tearing her nipples off as she fought to keep free
for just a few more seconds. Her screams were so loud they echoed throughout the lowceilinged basement.
Finally, Sam reached up and grabbed a handful of her hair and yanked hard on it. Lisa's
eyelids fluttered and her screaming turned into a sharp, shrill, high-pitched wail. Still
holding her hair so tightly the girl was sure he'd pull it from her scalp, Sam jammed the
rag back down her throat.
"Little cunt! Let's see how you like a dick up your ass instead of this little thing. I'm
hard, babe, and I'm gonna split your little shitter open with my dick. You remember
upstairs how you liked it so much? Well, let's see you start pantin' when this thing's
stuck up your shitter!"
At that point Lisa felt Sam grab the dildo and yank it roughly from her tight shitter.
She closed her eyes and let out a tiny groan. The horrible asshole-splitting plastic prong
was out of her hole! Then she heard the sound of Sam's zipper opening. He was behind
her, holding her by the hips, digging his fingernails into her flesh while positioning his
cock for his buttfuck.
"She's gonna be goddamned tight. Gonna have to really slick it down," Sam said,
getting down onto his knees.
He still held her tightly around the thighs, bruising her flesh, and he shoved his nose
into her asshole. He cleaned off most of the dog spit from that area with his fouled
fingers, then started licking her bunghole.
Lisa groaned, feeling her belly buck and turn over once more. To think that the horrible
janitor was sticking his tongue up her tight shitter, eating her out that way, getting her
ready for his dick! Oh, how good it felt, though! Lisa dropped her head forward. She
scraped her forehead along the cinderblock, breathing through her nostrils with a
whistling sound. Sam was eating her out, nuzzling her, clamping his strong hands on
her buns. She spread them apart, his puckered lips hungry for the savory taste of the
girl's ass.
He was rimming her well now, running his tongue in long, lingering, caressing strokes
up and down the stretched crease between her buttocks. Then he centered his attention
on the ring of her sphincter muscles. He lapped and probed, working his tongue into
the tiny opening. At first he did so with short strokes. Then he opened the girl up so
easily and expertly, Lisa trembled and shuddered. Her skin was covered with gooseflesh.
She felt chilled with a fever of excitement and impatience.
"Shit man, she's somethin' else!" Sam said, pulling his face out of her ass. "I'm gonna
shove this fucker in and scramble up your goddamned guts, you little bitch. Get a
picture of us fuckin' when I'm in, but don't get my face," Sam ordered his buddy.
The janitor worked his fingers over his hot, stiff dick. At the same time he finished
rimming Lisa out. The young girl trembled as she felt him drilling into her ass with his
tongue. And he was pushing fingers into her hole. He worked one, two, three, then
four of them into her, until she was wide open! Lisa cried out, jerking her body back
and forth. Sweat trickled down from her armpits, leaving rivulets on her body. Her
flesh quivered and her face once more paled.
Sam moved up to the girl. Lisa started a steady, whimpering moan, partly muffled by
the gag. She could feel the thick bluntness of his cock brushing the flesh of her inner
ass curves. Then it nudged gently, jerkily against the softness of her asshole. Sam was
groaning behind her, hunching his hips. With a hard forward thrust, he buried his cock
in her.
Lisa groaned, her head snapping back and her eyes shutting tightly. She could feel her
sphincter clamping down, gumming the firm dick. Sam moaned and the girl
whimpered once more. Both of them shook and felt the blood simmering in their veins.
Slowly the man eased forward and down, driving his dickshaft deeply into her butt. The
girl tried to curve her body away from him, away from the horrible pain.
There was no pleasure for her now. The pincers were tearing too hard at her nipples for
the girl to think of anything else, except perhaps the stretching agony in her asshole.
And how her arches ached as she continued to balance her swaying body on her toes!
How she was able to do this with Sam fucking her butt, she didn't know!
Sam snapped his hips forward. Lisa grunted with the shock and incredible fullness she
suddenly felt. He'd driven almost the full length of his dick into her. He started fucking
harder and faster. She could see more popping flashes. Someone was taking photos of
her being tortured in this foul, horrible way!
And the way he was fucking her ass! Sam clamped his hands back onto her small hips,
holding her the way he wanted her positioned. He was in full control, drawing out that
long, fat hunk of dickmeat from her nearly all the way, stopping only when the blunt
tip of his cockhead threatened to pull away from her stretched asshole ring. Then he
held it there for a long moment, slamming hard suddenly, driving his pecker back into
the girl's painfully stretched bowels. Lisa could feel his tight-pouched balls swaying and
slapping against her buttocks.
Oh, how it hurt! Oh, God, how awfully it all hurt!
Sam fucked, grinding his body against the girl. He worked his dick harder and harder
through her tortured asshole ring of tense muscles. And then he slowed down, working
his dick so slowly she could almost count the strokes. He was driving his thick dick in
to the hilt, holding it there until Lisa wanted to sceam crazily, then pulling it out
slowly, maddeningly, until she actually began to feel a positive response to his buttplugging.
The young girl realized she'd never reach her climax this way, but the pain eased as her
muscles relaxed. The blonde teenager stopped her wild twisting and stood, her face a
mask of lust and concentration. The pain in her titties seemed to excite her. She could
feel her pussy getting hot, wet, knotting up again. Oh, what was happening to her? She
was turning into a foul slut, worse than the lowest women on the streets. None of them
would have stood for the mistreatment that was actually starting to excite the girl.
Sam kept on fucking her in the ass, moving his thighs first to the right, then to the left,
driving his cock in at various angles until Lisa thought her shitter must be stretched by
at least two inches.
And then he pulled out. The sudden withdrawal shocked the poor girl. She could feel
her sphincter snap shut on nothing, then slowly open, only to close tight again. Oh,
God, she was actually silently begging the filthy janitor to fuck her, to ram his dick into
her! Oh, oh, OH!
Then Sam went back into her, grunting like a stuck pig as he worked his dick into her
ass. Slowly, subtly he increased his tempo, intensifying the slippery slide and drive of
his giant fuckstick. He fucked faster, deeper and harder. He rolled his hips, snapping
his thighs to intensify the throbbing of his fat dick up Lisa's ass.
The girl could feel the head of it jerking and dancing inside her. She thought the filthy
janitor would turn her guts into hamburger. She was so sensitive she could feel the
slightest alteration in the thickness and length and damaging energy of his battering
ram. Lisa could feel him fucking like crazy, bracing himself with his hands on her hips.
She started moaning low and deep in her throat. Oh god, she was actually responding
to this! No, no, she had to put her foot down somewhere!
"Jesus, gonna cum! Baby, I'm gonna dump my hot load down your fucking ass!" Sam
grunted.
She felt him move his hands around her jutting hipbones, moving them down, down
until they were plowing through the frazzled hairs of her cunny. He was peeling back
the outer labes, jabbing his fingers into her hole, massaging the slick folds of her pussy
while driving his cock harder and harder into her ass!
Then he was crying out, swearing wildly, his body hitting her heavily. Lisa twisted her
body, feeling his cock expanding explosively inside her. Sam was shooting jizz into her
guts, into her poor violated ass! Oh, when would it end? She could feel those blasting
oceans of cum shoot into her until they backwashed, oozing thick and viscous around
the massiveness of his throbbing meat. The jizz dripped out of her asshole, trickling
down her thighs.
Oh, how horrible! How filthy and horrible! And yet why was she coming?


Chapter 7

"Hey, man, we'd better let the bitch go. Fuck, it's gettin' close to ten. Her old lady's
supposed to be comin' home. That's what she said to that kid up there and to us," one
of the men said.
Sam was busy smoothing his rough palms over Lisa's tortured young body. His cock
was still throbbing, jerking inside the girl's tight bunghole. He moved his hand up to
her tits, trailing his fingers lightly over the aching flesh. Lisa shuddered, feeling herself
being pawed freely by that horrible man. And how those clamps hurt her nipples! Oh,
OH, would they ever take them off her?
"Yeah, yeah I know. Just wanna get as much mileage outta her as I can before we send
her back."
Sam sucked in a deep breath and squeezed his fat asscheeks, then hunched back and
drew his softening dick from the girl's asshole. Lisa shuddered, her skin puckering up
into gooseflesh. The blonde teenager threw back her head and let a tiny groan slip out
around the foul-tasting gag.
Oh God, what wonderful things her body was doing to betray her! She could feel those
chills radiating out from her tortured asshole to her cunt making her clit twitch as Sam
yanked his dick out of her shithole.
"Let's get her off these things," Sam said, reaching up and opening one of the clamps
while one of his buddies did the same to the other. Lisa closed her eyes and wept with
relief. How good it felt not to be tortured like that, not to have to stand on her toes to
keep her nipples from being ripped off.
She felt them reach up and pull the gag from her mouth. It was all right. She wasn't
going to shout for help. Lisa was too weak, too defeated to do that. No, she'd do
anything they wanted her to. It was the only way she could be sure they'd let her go.
"Untie her hands," Sam ordered. The men did as they were told, pulling her back. Lisa
looked at her wrists when the ropes were finally removed. How chaffed and red they
were! The skin had almost been peeled from them by all the twisting and tugging she'd
put them through. But soon it would be all over.
"You give Jack a good blowjob over there, kid, and I'll make sure you get back to the
apartment after," Sam said with a low growl, pointing to a tall thickly built man
standing to his right.
He looked about thirty-five, slightly stocky with a rather handsome if somewhat puffy
face. His long black hair hung carelessly over his face. He was scratching his groin
playfully, grinning at the cringing blonde teenager.
"Oh, please, I've never done anything like that before. I can't. I don't know what to
do," Lisa said in a tight, whining voice. She held her hands in front of her and crouched
down slightly. She could feel the jizz oozing from her asshole.
How her cunt ached from all the tension and all the fucking! Lisa would never have
guessed this evening would end the way it had. But now all she could think about was
getting out of the basement and back into the warm safety of her bed.
"Go on, kid. You done a lotta shit here you ain't never done before. As for knowin'
what to do now, I ain't never seen no broad that didn't catch on quick if she wanted
to," Sam jeered, taking her roughly by one of her sore wrists and dragging her up to his
buddy Jack. "Now you get down on your fuckin' knees real nice like and unzip his
pants and start suckin'!"
Lisa felt Sam's heavy paws land on her shoulders and push her down heavily toward the
floor. The young girl wrinkled up her forehead and breathed heavily, feeling panic
rising in her. But now, somehow she'd manage to keep her head about her. Sam
promised to let her go if only she'd perform this filthy act. Even though every inch of
her rebelled against this, the young girl realized it was her only passport out of the
basement.
Lisa reached up tentatively with her right hand, taking the zipper tab between her
thumb and forefinger and pulling it down. She quickly got his pants open, and then
came the job of squirming them down over his broad hips and rather muscular thighs.
They seemed to stick to his skin, and there was the definite smell of sour flesh. Lisa
wondered if any of Sam's friends ever bathed. So far, the German shepherd was the
cleanest of the bunch.
But somehow she managed to skin down his Levi's, getting him naked from the waist
down. She was surprised to see another big, thick cock and a pair of tight, high-riding
balls. He wasn't as big as Donnie or Sam, but more than large enough to satisfy a
normal woman. Lisa tried opening her jaw wide and wondered if she'd be able to take
something that thick.
"Hurry up, Goddamn it! Watcha waitin' for? You don't get goin' on his dick, I'm gonna
work you over with my fuckin' belt," Sam said, unbuckling that instrument partially as
if in earnest.
Lisa let out a little cry of fear, then reached up and groped him. She closed her fingers
around his cock, squeezing it, watching it wide-eyed as it jerked and twitched in her
fingers. Exhausted, beaten, tortured and humiliated as she was, the young blonde still
could never become tired of cock! She was amazed at how stiff and yet how rubbery
this one felt in her working fingers. When she squeezed it, her tormentor cried out and
trembled as if he were the one on the rack.
She played with his fat pecker, stroking it, jerking it fast and hard, then slowing down.
She knew she could get him off fast this way. Then maybe she wouldn't have to stick
that thing in her mouth!
"Come on, babe. That's a trick all the whores use – jerkin' a guy off before gettin' it on
with him. You're gonna take that fucker in your mouth if I gotta jam it in for you,"
Sam said threateningly.
Lisa glanced over and saw one of his friends poised with the camera again. So that's
what he was really after – a photo of her sucking off a man, one more picture to show
just how depraved she was!
Lisa had no choice. Opening her mouth wide, she leaned forward, holding Jack's cock
in her right hand. Then she moved her face to one side and started licking at the thick
nest of cock hairs surrounding his big, jutting dick. Lisa thought that maybe she could
get used to the idea of sucking him off by putting off the actual act for as long as
possible. She still greedily squeezed the man's cock with her slender curled fingers,
feeling it throb wildly in response. There was that now familiar sensation of fuck oil
oozing from his piss-slit and trickling down onto her fingers.
Oh, how could she be doing something like this? How could she actually be on her
knees before this total stranger, holding his dick in one hand and trailing her tongue
along his groin? And then there was that man taking pictures of the whole thing!
"His cock, baby!"
"Yeah, my dick," Jack said, squeezing his asscheeks together and hunching slightly
forward. Lisa groaned, then pulled back and opened her mouth as wide as she could.
She could feel the fat head of his dick brushing against her lips. She could taste his salty
cum. It was oozing freely now from that hole in the center of his bell-shaped slick
cockhead. She could see the opaque droplets squeezing out of the slit, drooling down
his dicktip, dripping into her opened mouth.
The girl took the fat head into her mouth, feeling it scrape over her front teeth and
continue sliding toward her throat. The girl had never had anything that big in her
mouth before. The young woman tasted something bleachy, something salty in her
mouth that made her swallow until her throat was coated with the stuff. It was Jack's
cum, leaking freely, threatening to explode suddenly into her throat. She could hear
him grunting like an animal above her. Glancing down, the girl watched as his knees
trembled and threatened to buckle. Apparently not too many women had done this to
Jack before. He was certainly enjoying himself, fucking this teenager's mouth.
Lisa felt her mind whirl around as Jack twisted his hips back and forth, making his dick
stir like a spoon in her mouth. Lisa moved her knees farther apart, feeling the hard cold
sensation of the concrete basement floor against her flesh. If only she could feel hot,
excited at what she was doing. But somehow all she could think of was how foul this
dick tasted, and of the man standing next to Sam, clicking his camera.
Soon she was sucking his long-stroking meat like a pro, taking it all the way to his
tightening balls. Jack was groaning, his head thrown back, his mouth slack. Lisa could
feel his dick throbbing against the insides of her cheeks, making them balloon out as if
someone had pumped air into her mouth. She started experimenting, working her
tongue slowly at first, then quickly along the sensitive underside of his fucking prick.
She moved her tongue around and around, sliding it back and forth across the ridge
running along the full length of Jack's six-inch cock.
"Lick it, tongue it, suck on it, babe!" Jack groaned. He moved his thighs to the right,
centering his dick in the middle of Lisa's sucking mouth. Reaching down, he clamped
his fingers on her skull and slowly pulled her head forward and down.
The young girl felt the pulpy bulbous head pushing back over her tongue, going farther
and farther toward the back of her wet mouth. Lisa took a deep breath and let Jack
push his cock into her throat.
Oh, God, she never believed anyone could do this! Lisa actually had a part of Jack's
cock down her throat! She was completely impaled on that throbbing prong. Lisa felt
her mind whirling.
"Ohhh, baby, give it head! Fuck... suck me off, you goddamned little bitch!" Jack
groaned. He rotated his hips, making his cock twist in her throat. His hands held her
face, tightly pressed to his crotch. Lisa sucked in air noisily through her flared nostrils,
feeling the wiry hairs of his groin scratching her cheeks and chin.
But soon the young teenager began to gasp and choke for air. She needed more oxygen,
more than she could suck through her nose. She wrapped both hands around Jack's
hips and pushed back, wrinkling up her forehead and moaning as she jerked her head
away from his groin.
"Hey, I think she wants out," Jack said, laughing with the others as they watched the
girl struggle with the big man.
"Keep 'er there. I wanna see all your fuckin' jizz when you cum," Sam said.
Jack held her tight, enjoying the girl's frantic, clawing struggle. Lisa raked her
fingernails over his asscheeks and fat thighs. But nothing seemed to stop him from
getting what he wanted. He was fucking her as hard as he could in the mouth. Lisa felt
his strong legs clutch her tightly. The two of them rocked back and forth until Lisa's
choking reached a desperate level. Then reluctantly, Jack dropped his fingers from the
girl's skull and let her go – Lisa let her head slide up until the bulge of his cock slipped
from her throat. She sucked in air through her mouth, still keeping the cock in her
mouth. Her tongue kept lashing over it, making the long, thick cock throb as if it were
about to spray out its load at any second.
"Fuck, I'm gonna shoot soon," Jack said in a tight voice.
"Ummmm," Lisa groaned, sucking hard. If only she could bring him off now, now that
she'd managed to accept what she knew would be the horrible sensation of his cum
shooting down her throat, then she'd be able to go home.
"Yeah! Now, now!" Jack groaned.
Lisa sucked hard, feeling the big man's response in the upward rocking of his hips.
Suddenly his big cock spasmed in her mouth. She knew he was just about ready to cut
loose. Lisa braced herself, closing her eyes and trying to close off her throat.
Then it came, a great thick cloud of spunk that nearly blasted the back of her head off.
Soon she was gulping, swallowing, trying to drink him down. His cum was strangely
sweat, thick, slightly rancid. She swallowed his load, forgetting her earlier resolve to try
to spit it out. Somehow the idea of taking that spunk into her belly was less revolting to
her than letting it trickle out of the corners of her mouth and down her chin.
She moved her mouth back, just sucking on the head of his dick the way a baby nurses
a tit. She kept her mouth tight, squeezing her hps, milking the throbbing head gently
with her wet, smooth full lips. Jack rolled his hips from side to side, smoothing his
fingers over the girl's skull, crying out, speaking to her, moving his hips back and forth
while he finished fucking her mouth.
When he was through, Jack pulled his dick out, taking it in both hands and shaking it
wildly.
"Whew! She gives head like the whores in Tijuana," Jack said, smiling at the men
surrounding him.
"Can... can I go home now?" Lisa stammered. She wiped her mouth with the back of
her hand. Glancing to the right, she saw the raincoat they'd bundled her in just a few
minutes – or was it hours ago. If only they'd let her put it back on her tortured body
and go back upstairs. She didn't know what time it was, but at least she'd have a few
minutes to get ready before her mother came home.
Her mother! How would she ever be able to explain how Donnie got into their living
room – stark naked? And was he still alive? That thought made the girl freeze! Maybe
Sam and his cronies were killers! Oh, if they were, Lisa felt she'd never survive!
"Sure, sure," Sam said, turning around and grinning at his buddies. The young blonde
had the feeling something else was in store for her. But no one made a move when she
staggered up to her feet, turned around and reached for her raincoat.
Suddenly she heard the sounds of sharp barking right next to her. The girl flinched,
dropping the raincoat back down onto the floor and jerking to the left. She looked
down and saw Ranger standing next to her, his tongue hanging out while his tail
swished back and forth.
"You promised," Lisa cried out, her eyes wide with horror.
"We promised, but we didn't say anything about the dog," Sam said, shrugging his
shoulders guiltlessly.
"You promised, promised, promised!" Lisa cried, curling her fingers into two fists and
flailing at the air with them. No, no, they weren't going to make her go through this
again! Oh, Christ in heaven, they weren't going to make her go through this with the
animal again! She'd die first!
"Shut up. We're gonna keep you down here until we're goddamned good and ready to
let you go, cunt! You think we're gonna listen to your crap, let you go whenever you
want? Shit, I don't give a fuck if you're gonna scream your little head off. We'll do what
we want with you. If you don't like it, fuck you!"
Lisa trembled with rage and terror. She didn't care what Sam said. She was going to
fight them, run for it, anything, rather than submit to their depraved desires.
"LET ME GO!" Lisa shrieked, bolting from her position and running past Sam.
But the big man was faster, jerking out one hand and grabbing a fistful of her hair.
Once more the big man held her by the skull, jerking her backward. Lisa screamed, her
hands shooting out in front of her while her legs twisted together. She twisted and
screamed, her tits bouncing around and jiggling together from the violence of her
actions.
"Little bitch! But I like 'em when they fight back. Fuck, she turns me on!" Sam spun the
girl around and hit her hard across the face. Lisa's head snapped back from the force of
the cruel blow. The report of the slap echoed through the low-ceilinged basement. The
young blonde moaned; the dog barked sharply.
"Ohhhh!" Lisa moaned, sliding to the floor in a half conscious heap. She could feel the
animal's tongue slathering across her face, lapping at her nose, wetting her forehead
while he pranced nervously around her. "No, no, no," the blonde moaned, trying to roll
over onto her belly. But Ranger was fast, moving around and holding her pinned to the
floor by climbing onto her lower belly and placing his sharp forepaws hard on her
tender white flesh.
When Lisa opened her eyes and looked at Ranger, she shrieked. He looked like a ghost
from hell. His large brown eyes seemed to glow, and his teeth glistened like two rows of
lights.
Oh, it was going to happen all over again! They were going to keep her down here,
servicing them until she was nothing more than a piece of raw meat.
Already she could feel his sharp toenails digging into the flesh of her upper thighs.
Closing her eyes once more, Lisa could feel his tongue all over again as it lapped up her
cunt. She remembered that sensation. Even now – sore, tortured, her mind half gone
with rage and horror – the young blonde remembered with pleasure the sensations she
had experienced earlier.
"Ohhhh," Lisa groaned. She could feel the dog repositioning himself on top of her.
Then there was the pressure of the animal's cold nose driving into the folds of her
pussy.
Oh, not again, not again!
His hot breath was blowing into her cunthole. He had already started lapping at her
pussy.
God in heaven, it was going to happen again!
"Hey, what the fuck's that?" Sam said suddenly, holding out his hand for the others to
keep quiet. They all tilted their heads to one side and listened. Even the big dog
stopped his lapping and poised attentively on top of Lisa's writhing body.
"The goddamned cops! The old lady must've found the kid!"
Sam glanced at his watch and cursed. It had stopped forty-five minutes ago. He'd been
so wrapped up in what was going on, he hadn't remembered to check the time!
"Grab the dog and let's get the fuck outta here. The cops find us with her and we're
dead," Sam said, glancing angrily at Lisa. He fumed. It was her fault. She was the one
responsible for all this. Hate simmered in his heart. If he had had the time he would
have kicked the girl to death. As it was, he had to rush out. "We'll be back, baby, to
finish up where we left off!"
Lisa only groaned, sliding her arms across her titties and sobbing hysterically. It was
over. No matter who found her or what they thought, it was all over! Thank God,
thank God!


Chapter 8

Somehow Lisa's mother had managed to keep the horror she'd discovered when she
came home that evening, out of the papers.
She'd found Donnie naked and still bleeding in the living room. Managing to keep
herself in control, she learned from the semi-conscious young man of Lisa's abduction,
although he didn't know where they'd taken her. From the description Donnie gave her
and the police later, the frantic woman was certain it was the building's janitor.
A thorough search of the building turned up Lisa, naked and half-hysterical with
physical and mental pain in the basement. It didn't take a doctor to see she'd been
raped many times, as well as tortured.
No one was able to find Sam or his friends. He'd taken off suddenly, leaving an
apartment full of furniture and whatever valuables he had. A police APB was put out on
him, and Lisa was taken to the hospital. Miraculously, nothing had been seriously
damaged. Within two weeks, the girl was rested and able to go home and return to
school.
The mental scars remained, however. Her mother never asked her why Donnie was in
the apartment, or if anything had "happened" between them before Sam and his
cohorts broke into the apartment. Lisa would always tense up with horror when
anything about that night was brought up. She even avoided Donnie in school,
although she was slowly beginning to recover from that aspect of the attack. By the end
of the month, Lisa was hoping Donnie would ask her out to the school prom.
One Wednesday evening, Lisa left school wrapped in the red wool muffler her mother
had given the past Christmas. It was chilly outside, the clouds overhead promising
more cold weather. It was three-thirty, but it seemed like four hours later. She had
plenty of homework to do, and a possible date with Donnie later. She'd spoken to him
for the first time since that night. She was surprised he was still interested in her, in
spite of what he knew had happened.
Of course, no one knew just how turned on she'd been during the rape scenes in the
basement that night. Lisa had kept that part secret, as well as the part with the animal.
No one could know about that.
Even with Sam on the run, Lisa trembled each day, fearing he'd show up on the
doorstep of her home, or worse, at school, the photos of her under his arm. He'd pass
them out to her startled friends and teachers, laughing as he told them of how she
embraced the dog, how she couldn't he still when the big animal had posed on top of
her and licked her off to a wild orgasm.
But Sam never showed, and the police couldn't find him. Though the young blonde
never forgot what happened to her down there and always feared Sam would suddenly
jump into her life once more, Lisa began to reestablish her normal patterns.
She glanced up at the sky. How gloomy and ominous it looked! Well, it would be good
study weather. She lowered her head and started walking back to her apartment. Her
mother would be home early – about eight tonight. Donnie was supposed to be coming
over at around eight-thirty. That should make things seem proper for her mother.
These and similar thoughts ran through Lisa's mind as a dark blue '69 Chevy turned
the corner and started moving slowly along the curb some ten feet behind her. Because
of the deserted residential side street she was now on, the howling wind and her own
thoughts, Lisa didn't notice anything irregular until the auto pulled up next to her. She
only had a chance to glance out of the corner of one eye before she felt a set of rough
hands grab her by the arms.
"HELP, HELP!" Lisa screamed, twisting around and dropping her books to the
sidewalk.
The wind howled, blowing her hair into her face. She kicked out, hitting one of her
attackers hard in the shins.
"GODDAMN IT!"
It was Jack's voice, the man she'd been forced to suck off that night in the basement!
Oh God, it was Sam and his renegade group! He'd promised he'd get back at her, that
he'd return. And he was back, ready to wreak his vengeance on her!
"Let me go! HELP! SOMEBODY HELP ME!"
The men finally got control of her and pitched the helpless, screaming girl into the car.
Lisa tumbled into the back seat. There was someone sitting there, someone she'd rolled
across, hitting her head hard against the other side of the car. When she straightened
herself up, pulling back and reeling to the other side, she focused her eyes. It was Sam!
"Hi again, cunt!" he said, reaching down and grabbing her wrist roughly. He raised it
to his eyes and examined it. "Hmmm, all healed, eh? We'll see what we can do about
that."
Lisa jerked her hand away, curling up in a tight ball as the car sped down the side street
to the freeway. She was petrified with terror.
They'd come back into her life once more! Oh God, this time there wasn't the
safeguard of being under her mother's apartment! Now they could take her to wherever
they were hiding and abuse her until she finally dropped dead from torture!
Turning her head around, she read those same thoughts in Sam's eyes. This time there
wouldn't be any turning back.
They rode silently the rest of the way, finally arriving at their destination some forty
minutes later. It was a deserted place in a deserted part of town. There was nothing
around except railroad yards and old warehouses. Where they took her had apparently
been a freight office at one time. Now it was abandoned, waiting for the wrecking ball
and urban development. Now it was being used by Sam and his group.
The car stopped at the rear of the building. Sam grabbed her tightly and pulled her
whimpering out of the car. Lisa staggered forward, the loose gravel crunching under her
feet.
"There's Ranger," Sam said, shoving the girl roughly into the damp-smelling building.
Lisa staggered in, wrapping her arms tightly around her body. It was rather warm
inside, the windows having been blacked out by large blankets thrown over the dirtied
and partially broken panes. The wooden floor was caked with a coating of dust and
years-old filth. Several old hurricane lamps sat around the floor, dimly illuminating the
large one-room building. Sleeping bags and mattresses indicated that this was Sam's
temporary home.
"You and your fuckin' mother pushed us here!" Sam said angrily.
"No, no, it isn't true. What did you expect my mother to do when she found Donnie
up there? It's your own fault! You're own fault!" Lisa cried, her face turning red from
the effort of talking.
Oh, if only she could get him to see the truth! Maybe he'd admit to it and let her go.
"Shut up!" Sam cried, raising his right hand high over his head, then bringing it down
in a wide arc, slicing it through the air and onto Lisa's left cheek. Fortunately the thick
woolen muffler caught most of the blow's force. But still the girl screamed, jerking back
and covering her face with both hands protectively.
"I'm tired of all her fuckin' blabbin'. We brought her here for a little action. Let's go to
it! Listen to me, babe," Sam said in a lower voice as two of his buddies grabbed her by
the hands, holding her tightly while two others started pulling off her heavy overcoat.
"When we're through with you here – if we're through with you – I'm gonna turn
those fuckin' pictures of you and us and the dog over to your goddamned mother and
the school principal. Let's see how fuckin' proud and smart you're gonna be when those
things hit the presses, huh?" Sam said, grinning savagely.
The two men had already taken off her coat and were working on her blouse when Sam
motioned for them to stop.
"Let her take off her own clothes. Let's see the bitch work for her pleasure," Sam
growled. "She loves this kinda shit! Don't think we're forcin' her to do nothin' she
don't like. Fuck, when she gets on her hands and knees in front of that fuckin' animal
you can't keep her down. The last time, she practically threw the fuckin' dog off her.
Well, now we're gonna see her perform again! This time, we're gonna go all the way."
Lisa wasn't sure what "all the way" meant. Surely, they'd done most everything to her
the last time. What now? Mechanically, the girl unbuttoned her blouse, shrugging it
from her shoulders and letting it fall down. She wore bras now, all too painfully
conscious of her body and sexuality since the rape scene. When she reached around her
back to unsnap the halter, Sam ordered her to leave it alone. That would come later, he
said meaningfully.
Lisa obeyed. She reached down and slid her brown leather boots off her feet, then
reached up and unbuttoned her black tight-fitting woolen slacks. She peeled them down
off her thin white thighs, stepping from them and laying the slacks carefully on her
blouse. She wore a pair of pink silk panties.
"Yeah, I'd almost forgotten just how fuckin' good she was. Jeez, it's gonna be good
watchin' this little number fuck around again," Sam said, licking his thick lower Up in
excited anticipation.
At that point Lisa freaked out. She felt something inside her snap. No, this was too
much! She'd gone through this before. Nothing, NOTHING could make her endure
the horrible humiliations and sexual depravities she was sure Sam and his group were
planning for her! If she had to die, she'd do it fighting back, not wallowing in the mud
like some pig slut with them hovering over her taking pictures while they jerked off on
her belly!
The young blonde bolted for the door, surprising herself with her strength. She actually
knocked Jack out of the way and sidestepped the barking Ranger, who snapped at her
thin ankles. She could hardly believe she reached the door, pulled on the handle and
threw it open. As she heard shouting and moving feet behind her, Lisa scrambled to
safety outside.
The cold wind chilled her flesh. But oh, how good it was to get away from those men!
Where could she go? The sharp gravel bit into the tender soles of her feet and the wind
roared around her, whipping the long blonde strands of her hair across her face. She
could barely see, there being few lights in the surrounding neighborhood. The
streetlights were at least three blocks away, and the busy railroad yard was farther. A
dim yellowish glow settled over the area as the thudding, crashing sounds of freight cars
coupling and uncoupling filled the air.
In a flash Sam and the others ran out from the house, spotting her standing in
indecision some twenty feet from the building. They were about to grab her, when once
more Sam held them off with a downward wave of his hand.
"Come on, let's let her run if she wants to. Come on, bitch, run, run!" Sam said,
crouching down and slapping his paw-like hands together. He was breathing heavily,
grinning unnaturally, his eyes sparkling with wild sadism. He finally had her and was
playing with her the way a cat plays with a mouse.
Lisa cried out as she suddenly realized she was outdoors. The icy wind slashed between
her warm thighs. She shuddered, throwing her arms across her tits. She moved one leg
over the other, protecting her pussy from the wild, cold wind.
"No, no," Lisa protested, crouching down also. The wind was getting stronger. She felt
her flesh freezing. Oh, God, she was going to die out here in the cold and dark!
"March, damn it!" Sam shouted. He gripped her shoulders suddenly and gave her a
violent push forward. Lisa stumbled, her arms jerking forward to regain her balance.
"Walk around... come on... walk... run... try to get away," Sam said savagely.
The freezing wind made her nipples stiff. She felt an overwhelming terror that froze her
just as badly as the wind froze her body. When Lisa didn't move again, Sam reached
out and shoved her forward one more time. She stumbled, got her balance and stopped
once more. She felt confused, naked and horribly cold.
"Suck me off, again," Jack growled, reaching out for her right arm.
Lisa snapped to, flinching away from his grabbing fingers. She heard them laugh and
heard Sam growling out horrible words at her.
She panicked, her mind whirling. By accident she played right into their hands, trying
to make a break for it by running crazily around the tightening circles.
Whenever she neared one of the men she saw fists raised. She dodged and ran to the
other side, her tits bobbing and her buttcheeks and belly jiggling.
Her skin puckered up into gooseflesh as the wind blew harder and colder. Lisa felt a
warm trickle down her right thigh and knew she was pissing from the terror and cold
assailing her.
She couldn't stop running. They weren't letting her. They were closing in on her,
laughing at her, threatening her with their fists and their words.
Some of the perverted gang bent down and picked up loose stones of gravel and threw
them at her. She could feel the sharp stones hitting her shoulders, back and buttocks.
She spun around, not sure of which way to go. She looked like a terrified, trapped
animal.
The cold, the overwhelming terror and that shouting made her cry out, screaming at
the top of her lungs. But the wind was howling loudly now, drowning out the girl's
cries, even if anyone were near enough to hear them.
Some of the men were roaring now as they unzipped their Levi's, getting their pink and
white cocks out. The cold stiffened their dicks, and they rose and stuck out to threaten
the blonde teenager.
She heard running behind her. It was Jack, panting, with his cock jerked out of his
opened trousers. He got a fistful of her blonde hair and yanked to slow her down. He
rasped out something she couldn't understand. Holding her tightly, pulling her blonde
hair back until her head was as far back as it could be, he reached around and rammed
two fingers deeply into her cunt.
Lisa cried out, her legs snapping together. She could feel her pussy muscles clamping
shut. Her cries now turned into foul yelps of pleasure. Oh, she was turning into a wild
animal! All this running, all this threatening, all this terror and cold were making her
excited! She could feel her hole warming and tightening around the big man's probing,
twisting calloused fingers.
Jack's hand probed her hole. She was so excited she pissed again, soiling his hand.
Cursing, Jack shoved his hand out and drove his fingers into her mouth. Lisa tried to
twist her head away, but Jack jerked one hand into her cunt once more and jerked his
knee into her belly. When she fell back slightly and opened her mouth to groan, he slid
his piss-covered fingers into her mouth. Lisa choked on the taste and the smell. Jack
laughed, pleased at the way things had turned out.
Then Sam came up behind her, raising one hand high in the air again. Jack backed
away. Suddenly she felt a sharp pain assaulting her ass. He was slapping her, making
the cheeks dance hotly under his continual blows. He struck her again – harder. Waves
of hot needles radiated from her injured ass to her cunt. As he struck, the girl's knees
buckled. She whimpered and gagged, snapping her head back, making her long blonde
hair sweep across her slender shoulders. She could feel her will disintegrating. The men
had almost destroyed it a month ago, and even after all that time, their power was still
strong enough to disintegrate what will she had left.
"Bitch!" Jack and Sam growled together.
While Sam slapped her hard across the shoulders, Jack curled his fingers into a tight fist
and slammed hard into her belly. Lisa couldn't take much more. Jerking her hands to
the injured part of her belly the girl stooped forward, then fell to the sharp gravel. She
held one hand to her belly and supported her body with the other. The wind blew her
hair across her face, making it tangle around her chin and nose so she couldn't see what
was happening around her.
"You want to run, eh, bitch?" Sam asked, moving up to one side of her.
Lisa gasped for breath. The world was still spinning around for her. The pain in her
belly now radiated up to her chest. She was cold. Her stomach and chest ached; her
head throbbed. She'd been humiliated in front of these horrible men. Yes, she wanted
to escape! If she had a gun she would have turned it on all of them and shot them in
their damned heads! But there would be no revenge for the tortured teenager yet.
"AGH!"
Sam or Jack or someone had hit her in the head, knocking her onto her back. The girl
shook her head violently from side to side, peering through the darkness. She could see
the silouhettes of all the big men surrounding her once more. It was as if demons had
come from hell to take her down with them. Getting some of her consciousness back,
the girl sidled backwards, her terror-stricken eyes wide and focused on the advancing
hulks. Suddenly the girl went wild once more, turning and crawling desperately on all
fours.
Her titties hung low; the nipples brushed over the sharp gravel. The cold bit at her tits,
palms and knees. The wind blew on her rounded, red asscheeks.
She tried to crawl faster and slipped, falling face down onto the gravel. She got back up
on all fours and started again. Sam took shorter steps, purposely taking his time, giving
the young girl all the room he could. The circle widened, giving Lisa the false hope that
she could escape.
Then suddenly tiring of the game, he signalled the men to close in again. Lisa was
horrified. It was the end. She was trapped. Her escape attempt had been a horrible
illusion. They had only let her run around to excite themselves further. Now they were
satisfied that they could get on with their plans.
"Let's get back in the house. And none of your goddamned games," Sam said, about to
backhand her. He looked down at the cringing girl, then dropped his hand and smiled.
"I don't have to do that anymore. Fuck, she's really ready for this. She pissed all over
your fuckin' hand when you jammed it into her. We've got this one trained," Sam said,
chuckling obscenely.
Lisa admitted the same to herself. They'd managed to take over her mind, force her to
acquiesce to their wills. She might have accidentally been the cause of their ruin, but
she could tell Sam and his buddies were going to make sure she paid for it.
Groaning, she staggered to her feet once more, feeling hands smooth over her body,
feel her young tender cunt, wrench her nipples as she walked the final few feet back to
the large, dark building.


Chapter 9

"No, no, I won't let you do it! Oh, God, God, I won't let you!" Lisa screamed, twisting
her body hard despite Sam's brutal grip.
Her feet slipped on the cold dirty wooden floor and her long blonde hair whipped
across her face. Her eyes were wide with terror and rage. She curled her fingers like
claws, slashing at the air, trying to get hold of Sam's face. She wanted to gouge out his
eyes, tear into his flesh, see his blood run! He was laughing at her, letting her go wild,
letting her stagger around, flail at the air, curse for nothing!
When he grew tired of this little game he slapped her open-handedly across one cheek
and backhanded her on the return stroke.
Lisa screamed, her head snapping first to the right, then to the left. She was more than
a little familiar with this routine. He was "tenderizing" her, making her half-stunned
with physical blows to her body so the young girl wouldn't know what they were doing
to her until it was too late. By then the scene would have been set and her own body
would betray her!
But Lisa managed to keep her senses. Even with the vicious blows that stung her cheeks
and made her mind whirl dizzyingly, the young blonde remained on her feet, pulling at
the arms Sam had in both his paw-like hands.
Oh, he was hurting her, twisting her arms until she thought she could hear the tiny
bones in her wrists pop! But she couldn't give in. No, they were going to throw her to
the dog – literally – let him do whatever he chose to do with her. Maybe they were
even going to make her fuck the animal! Too much – much too much!
"The little bitch's got more spunk than I thought," Sam grunted, honestly surprised at
the resistance Lisa was putting up. "Well, this'11 take care of it," he said, closing his
fingers into a tight fist and driving it home hard on the right side of her chin.
"Uhhhh!" Lisa cried, her head snapping back from the force of that blow. Her arms
flailed out, her body quivered and her knees buckled. Lisa let out a low groan, then
slumped to the floor in a crumpled heap.
She lay quietly for several seconds, her mind half-registering what was going on around
her. She could smell the foul, stale dirt on the floor. The wind howled and shrieked
outside, some of the cool air now blowing in through the various cracks in the old
building. Lisa shivered, wishing she could somehow run outside, even with the terrible
storm brewing. At least she would be free.
"There's a good bitch," Sam said, looking down, at the young girl. Lisa tried picking
herself up. But soon she found the animal on top of her once more. A flash of horror
filled her mind.
"No, NOOOO!" she cried, covering her face with both hands.
Tears ran down her inflamed cheeks as the big dog growled at her. He climbed onto
her, placing his forelegs on her upper thighs. Sam raised one booted foot and placed it
on her left knee, kicking it away from the other. Lisa lay spread-eagled on the floor,
looking at the dog, wide-eyed and trembling.
Oh, she could tell the men had something else in store for her other than a quick
licking! They were going to make her do something else with that horrible beast!
Soon Ranger was back to the familiar cunt, sniffing at the tiny hole, licking tentatively
at one cuntlip, growling deep in his throat. Then he started lapping in earnest,
slathering down her matted cunthairs with his long, dark pink tongue.
"Oh, oh, OHHH!" Lisa cried.
She spread her thighs willingly. Why bother to fight them? They were going to have
their way anyway! The young girl sobbed, twisted her head around and refused to look
at the big animal nestling himself between her spread, raised legs. How good and warm
and wet that licking felt on her pussy. She could feel it drenching her cuntlips, spittle
dripping down her ass.
Ranger lurched forward and started eating her pussy as if he hadn't eaten for months.
His nose moved up and down her wet little slit, forcing her inner cuntlips apart. He
was stretching the mouth of her cunt. It was something she'd forgotten – that thrilling
sensation of the dog's short, stubby fur tickling the slick inner folds and hollows of her
tight pink pussy.
Lisa let her head fall back and roll from shoulder to shoulder. She was propped up
again, her elbows shaking with excitement and sexual tension. Her jaw was slack, and
drool dripped from one corner. She was moaning loudly and writhing her shoulders.
Oh, she was getting so weak, so unable to sit up like this. With another groan Lisa fell
backward to the floor.
"Oh, ohhhhh!"
The girl knew the dog was lapping her cunt wet with his spit. Dog spit. She didn't care
any more what kind of spit. Anything there was beginning to feel good. She'd come this
far. She'd had marvellous trainers!
Ranger growled and nipped along the puffed outer labes of her cunt. The result was
devastating. It hurt the girl slightly, hurt in a way that made Lisa raise her ass and move
it around in tight frantic little circles, begging for more. The tug of fear and revulsion
she felt wasn't enough to make her push the animal away. She humped back instead,
and pressed her cuntmound up harder for him to eat. His fangs dug along her sensitive
silky flesh. His neck hairs bristled with animal wildness. Once more he growled, tossing
his head.
Lisa found herself clawing at the dog's furry neck, urging him on, restraining him when
the biting made her wince with pain. Flames of incredible excitement shot up her
thighs to her juicing pussy. How quickly she had turned from a reluctant virgin to a
wanton whore!
Lisa's body glistened with sweat. Her belly ballooned and flushed with excitement while
she let out muffled sobs of pleasure. Her body responded quickly to the hurried friction
against her wet cunt slit. The dog seemed to know instinctively when his biting became
dangerous. He seemed to enjoy holding her pussy mound between his jaws and shaking
it gently.
"Oh, OHHH!"
"This little bitch really turns on to the goddamned animal!"
Lisa held her ass off the ground, twisting her hips around and jerking them up.
Oh, how she needed that hot, wet friction driving her crazy!
She was breathing through her nose, making whistling sounds. Her hair fanned out
behind her as she tossed under the dog's chewing mouth. Ranger pawed at her thighs
as if he were frustrated, as if he wanted something more than just licking. The German
shepherd was whining through his nose now, and he plowed his head deeper between
her soft thighs. Lisa could hear the soft gurgling sound of his snout burrowing its way
through her fleshy juice-soaked pussy membranes.
"Yesssssss!"
Ranger's tongue had entered her pussy like a cock, forcing her swollen cuntmeat wide
enough for him to suck at her flowing juices. He licked her sensitive ring of cuntal
muscles. Lisa felt them convulse and tighten around the dog's muzzle. That sensation
was very close to the feeling of being fucked. Was she being fucked? Had the animal
somehow changed position and was now fucking her and she didn't realize it? Lisa
raised her head. No, he was still crouched like a feeding lion between her trembling
raised knees, lapping at her flooding cunt.
"Oh, oh, ohhhhhh!"
Lisa pranced her ass around in circles, then plunged it up and down to increase the
friction the dog was bringing to her pussy. When he raked up across her clit again, Lisa
cried out and hugged his head tight. She wanted him to lick her everywhere at once.
The teenager tilted her ass one way, then tilted it the other. She lifted one leg back as
far as she could to open new folds and hollows to the animal's hungry, licking mouth.
Ranger dug at her thighs again with both paws, then burrowed his black nose into the
seething, sloppy mess of her cunt.
"There, THERE, ohhh, good doggy," Lisa cried, rocking back and forth like a ship in a
storm.
She could feel the intensity of the situation getting the better of her. Her pussy was
gettin cramped, getting wound up for one hell of a big cum. Oh, she'd be cumming
soon, cummmiiinnng!
"Hey, I think she's gonna cut loose with the dog," Jack said fingering his hard dick
through his dirty Levi's.
"Whadaya expect from a little street bitch like this one? But if you wanna see somethin'
good, let's get the fuckin' dog offa her right now. We'll watch what happens when he
mounts the little bitch," Sam said. He was getting worked up all over again. His cock
had stiffened once more and was pressing against his half-opened fly.
As the men headed toward her Lisa plunged and writhed and grunted with that mindblowing 
tickle building to a sharp peak. It seemed to choke off her breathing as spasm
after spasm ripped through her body. Even when she closed her thighs to the dog,
Ranger whined and nosed around her. His humping haunches shook his cock from
between his legs. Through a.glaze settling over her eyes, Lisa could see the long red
funnel-shaped dog cock jerking up and down. Oh, thank God she was being spared
doing anything with that!
"Hey, baby. What do you think this is, a resort? Come on, get over on your goddamned
hands and knees. You been foolin' around with the poor mutt all this time and you
ain't carin' about how he feels," Sam said in a mock-serious tone.
His words cut through the warm glow settling over the girl's twisting body. Lisa opened
her eyes and looked heavy-lidded at the big man towering over her. She felt as if she'd
been anesthetized. No, she didn't want to move. It was so comfortable doing this, lying
here with the dog lapping at her pussy folds, lying there with her knees raised and her
thighs spread wide apart, Ranger's tongue petting her soaked pussy membranes. And
how her body burned with that wet friction! It was best, BEST feeling she ever had!
"Jesus, she's off in another world," Sam said, shaking his head back and forth. He'd
never seen anything as hot as Lisa before. But he wasn't about to be put off from what
he'd planned as the ultimate humiliation for her.
"You heard 'im. Roll over, baby," Jack said, kicking the twisting blonde lightly just
under the ribcage.
Lisa groaned, her mouth twisting into a frown. Ranger growled, but backed away,
knowing full well the fury of his masters when aroused.
"Please, don't do that to me," Lisa sobbed, looking at the men's faces, then turning
around and seeing Ranger's long rubbery knob sliding farther and farther from the gray
and white furry sheath. It looked like a red carrot, throbbing and jerking up against his
heavy, muscular, furry belly.
"We ain't gonna do nothin' you ain't started already. You got him all hot and bothered,
missy. Well, we're gonna make sure our pet's taken care of. Now get over on. your
goddamned hands and knees or I swear we'll beat the shit outta you and get you into
that position one way or the other,'' Sam threatened.
Still sobbing, the young blonde raised herself partially from the floor, twisting one hand
under her body while drawing her legs under her. In a second she was in a bitchfucking 
position. Lisa curled her fingers into two fists, squeezing them and closing her
eyes. A tear trickled from under her right eyelid as she raised her ass into the air and
waited for the dog.
Lisa's flesh puckered up into goosepimples when Sam moved behind her and poked his
crooked forefinger into the girl's spit-filled cunny.
"Yech! She's hot and wet enough for a goddamned donkey to fuck her. Too bad we
ain't got one here. But oF Ranger'll do."
The others agreed, drawing closer to the girl but still keeping a distance so as not to
frighten the aroused animal. Ranger came to the trembling teenaged blonde once more,
examining her with his rolling dark brown eyes, then moving behind her. His pointed
ears twitched, then pinned themselves back, and his nostrils quivered. He was sniffing
the air, then turning his powerful head around and sniffing at Lisa's quivering
asscheeks.
Dog spit was trickling out from the girl's tongued cunt, oozing down her thighs,
wetting her knees. She could feel the cold wind blowing on her raised buttocks, making
her silky white flesh tighten with exposure and fear.
Oh why didn't the dog get on with it? The waiting was worse than the actual act!
Then Lisa felt something cold and wet between her cuntlips. It was Ranger's nose. She
cried out and snapped her knees together, her sagging body jerking up, becoming rigid
at that sudden cold contact. Ranger barked, then moved around and pressed his nose
against one hanging tit. Lisa moaned, closing her eyes and feeling his rough pink
tongue petting her stiff right nipple.
"Good, good," Sam murmured, watching as Ranger soon tired of the hanging tit and
went back to the girl's pussy, his bushy tail wagging back and forth all the time.
Lisa had experienced some orgasmic contractions, but not the ones she had discovered
her pussy needed to be completely satisfied. She was still hot, still dribbling hot pussy
juice down her trembling thighs, even though she was horrified and appalled at what
the men were going to make the dog do to her.
That sharp, achey itch in her cunt was getting hotter, tighter. She shold be feeling
shame and disgust – that the blonde teenager knew. But instead, all she could feel was
the wonderfully tight sensation growing tighter and tighter with each passing second.
Her heart was beating like a bass drum and her head throbbed painfully. The world
seemed to be spinning on to destruction as Lisa waited for the animal to mount and
fuck her.
"No, come on, boy. Now. Fuck – the little bitch. Can't you see she wants it?" Sam
encouraged the hesitating German shepherd.
Ranger sniffed her ass some more, then put his. right foreleg upon her asscheeks. Lisa
let out a shuddering moan, her body quivering at the contact. She could feel her heart
leap to her throat.
Oh, no, no, no, it couldn't be happening! This was the wildest of dreams! She'd wake
up any second now, safe in her bed, her covers drawn tightly around her chin and her
mother in the next room ready to protect her from any men like...
"Ahhhhhhh!"
She felt the sudden weight of the big dog pressing down on her. She turned her head
away from the animal's furry snout as he slid onto her back, his hindquarters moving
nervously back and forth while he nestled himself into a comfortable position. His
forelegs slid around her belly as he shoved his powerful head between her jutting
shoulder blades.
Lisa groaned under the weight, her elbows bending and threatening to collapse under
the pressure. Against her thighs she could feel Ranger's long, bony knobber sliding up
toward her snatch. His toenails scratched her sides and his bushy tail brushed her upper
legs.
This was it! Oh God, she was actually going to be fucked by that horrible, lovely dog!
The animal grip around her waist tightened. A steady low growl came from Ranger's
throat as his body shook on top of her. Lisa's flesh grew hotter and wetter, the thick
prickly fur of the German shepherd's body tickling her mercilessly. The blonde teenager
felt him moving behind her, his long dick sliding closer and closer to her pussy.
And then it happened. Her belly jerked and tightened. Lisa's head snapped up and her
jaw slackened. There was a terrible look of horror and concentration on her white face,
and her eyeballs bugged out. Her long blonde hair, now matted and in tangles, partially
curtained her face. She fanned out her fingers and toes while the young blonde tried to
keep from collapsing onto the floor. Lisa was racked with a series of dry heaves. Waves
of nausea swept over her.
Ranger's hard, hot dick was slicing into her pussy, unsticking her outer labes, peeling
them back into a wide grin as he drove his cock like a spike into her body.
Lisa cried out again and again, dropping her head and wagging it from side to side, her
hair touching the floor and dragging across its filth. There was no excitement in her at
the moment. She thought she would be cumming, but the horror of what was
happening to her drove out all other feelings from her mind.
Fucked by a dog! FUCKED BY A DOG!
That thought whirled around and around as she heard the men making obscene
comments about how tight and hot she was for the goddamned animal, about the
strange kind of "pups" she'd be having if the fucking "took".
"OHHHHHH!" the blonde cried, snapping her head now from side to side, her long
blonde hair whipping across her face and the white knuckles of her hands. Hot tears
rolled down her face as she moaned in shame and revulsion. That long, knobby prong
was reaming out her cunt with a steady squishing sound, splitting her in two.
Ranger whined on top of her.
OH, fucked by a dog!
She wanted to vomit, but managed to keep it down. No, she wasn't going to create
more of a spectacle than she had to. She kept groaning through her tightly clenched
teeth as she felt the dribbling warm streams of cum ooze from Ranger's dick and trickle
down the sides of her pussy walls.
Only the first inch was buried inside her muff, and already the young girl was
screaming as if the dog had been balling her for hours. She clawed at the floor,
breaking her nails. She was spreading her knees farther and farther apart. She felt the
slippery bumps and knobs on his cock slip past her outer labes and bury themselves
deep in her pussy.
Finally, the Shepherd hunched up his powerful hindquarters and drew his long dick
halfway out, only to slam it forward between her pussylips harder. There was no
technique with the dog. He wanted simply to mate with her, dump his spunk in her
snatch then slide off and lick his cock.
Lisa grunted like an injured animal when she felt the big knob bulging just in front of
Ranger's cockroot bang against her outer labes. It pressed in hard, making her cuntlips
pucker inward. The dog – growled with frustration, moving his narrow hips back and
forth, trying to work that slick knob into Lisa's tight little cunt.
But the hole was too small. Work as hard as he might, Ranger found it impossible to
slip it into her.
"Oh, no, God, PLEASE, SOMEBODY HELP M-MEE!"
Her body jerked forward in a steady rhythm, hunched in that direction by Ranger's
powerful regular fucking. Her tits swayed back and forth, their hard tips dragging
across the dirty floor. His hunching was growing faster and harder. Lisa could hear the
animal whining and growling, getting ready for his big shot into her. The blonde braced
herself, feeling she'd die once the first wad of doggie jizz spattered into her tight little
pussy.


Chapter 10

Ranger was driving his doggie knob harder against her snatchlips until the room
echoed with a loud, squishy sound.
Lisa's body stiffened and trembled. She swore she could feel the tip of his funnel shaped
dick banging against the pit of her cunt. The teenager groaned and sobbed, pushing the
top of her head against the floor as Ranger's hairy balls slapped against the rounded
bottoms of her quivering buttocks. She felt her belly turning over. Her head spun
around like a merry-go-round. Lisa was certain she was going to vomit. She was going
to die.
Then the blonde teenager realized the dog was about to cum. He trembled on top of
her and let out a high-pitched whistling sound. Her pussy was about to be filled to the
brim with thick animal cum!
"NOOOO!"
It was useless. In a second, Ranger's hard nuts contracted and pumped out their load of
jizz, dumping the cum into her pussy.
Lisa cried out again and again, her screams slowly turning into moans of horror. She
clawed at the floor until more of her nails broke. Something hot and wet burned the
sides of her snatch. She broke out now into a series of hoarse, choked cries of despair.
More and more thick lava-like cum shot out of the German shepherd's cock. His small,
powerful ass shook as he drove his haunches down harder and harder, trying to work
that cum-stained knob farther into the girl's slick pussy.
Instinctively, Lisa managed to fight through her fog of horror and clamp her pussy
muscles shut. No, she wasn't going to let that horrible beast shove his entire dick to the
bottom of her snatch! No, he wouldn't bury that cock knob in her snatch!
Ranger's climax seemed to last forever. Gradually he stopped wanted to drive that big
bump near his dickroot into the girl's pussy. He was satisfied at what he'd managed to
accomplish. When his cock finally stopped throbbing and spraying jizz into Lisa's
violated pussy, the big dog slid off and dropped to the floor.
"Ohhhhh!" Lisa sobbed. It was over. It was finally over. They'd commited the ultimate
horror. Now the only thing left was to kill her.
"Fuck, that little bitch's got me all worked up, Sam said, pulling his cock out and
rubbing it frantically with his fingers. Jack was doing the same, and the other men in
the cabin eyed their leaders, then the cringing, doggie cum-filled girl on the floor. They
knew something was coming up.
"You don' wanna fuck something like that with doggie shit in 'er, do ya?" Jack asked.
"Shit, no. Let's clean her up," Sam said.
It was an order. Some of the men moved quickly out of the cabin. Lisa lay like a hunk
of meat on the floor. There was no use in fighting them. They'd won; they'd beaten her.
All she was was a big young cunt – something tight, something they could play around
with until she just couldn't jump when they kicked her.
The men came back, having found an old rusty bucket outside. They'd filled it with
water from a spigot near the front of the building.
"Wash 'er down," Sam said, grinning at the blonde teenager.
Lisa saw them kick her legs apart, then haul back on the buckets. Instinctively she
jerked her hands up and covered her face as the cold water flew from the buckets and
splashed against her cunt.
"OHHHHH!"
The icy water spilled up her tight pussy, making her hot wet cunt curl up and snap
shut. It was as if someone had stuck an icicle up her twat! Lisa cried out, her body
jerking, her legs snapping shut.
Sam moved around and kicked her legs apart, bending down and scooping the girl up
in his arms. He was shaking her, twisting her around and around while others took a
second bucket of water and threw it up her cunny once more. They were douching her,
torturing her in this way for their own fun. She could feel the dog cum being sprayed
out of her pussy, running down her flailing legs as Sam bounced her up and down,
shaking out the last drops of the cold water.
"She's good now," he said, throwing her back onto the floor like a rag.
Lisa cried out, and collapsed into a heap. Her blonde hair was soaked with water and
lay in tangles across her throat and over her shoulders. She looked up and saw Jack and
Sam both peeling down their Levis, exposing their pot-bellied bodies and their fat,
jerking cocks. Lisa scooted away. But they bent down and grabbed her quickly,
preventing her from getting away.
Sam slid his hands under her armpits and dragged her over to one of the sleeping bags.
There he and Jack crawled on top of her. Sam was first, Lisa's small body disappearing
under him. Jack followed, throwing one arm across his buddy's back as if to lock him in
place on top of Lisa's hot little body.
And hot she was. The dog had cooled down her passion, but her pussy was still
aroused, still unsatisfied after the doggie licking. Even with these horrible men climbing
on top ofiier, the thought that they had hot dicks – good long and thick and ever ready
to take care of her pussy-excited the blonde teenager.
Oh, what have I become? Lisa thought to herself as she felt two cocks probing their way
over her body.
She felt Jack's stop on her right thigh. Sam's was pushing its way into her silky-haired
crotch. Pushing up with her hips, Lisa tried to get Sam to take his weight off. He was
hurting her.
But he didn't care. She tried to tell him, but he moved his head to the right and glued
his mouth onto hers. He drove his tongue deep down into her throat and stopped her
from protesting.
Lisa gagged. Oh, his breath was horrible! He tasted as foul as he looked. But still she
was growing hot in spite of the horror and revulsion that nearly overwhelmed her. She
found herself spreading her legs enough to expose her pear-shaped cunt mound. Her fat
lips were growing more and more bloated. The crack where they met was seeping both
water from the douche and the remnants of dog-cum.
Oh, how hot the girl was getting! In spite of herself Lisa found herself responding
quickly to both men. She could feel the dirty material of the sleeping bag under her wet
back. Drops of water trickled into her blinking eyes from her wet, plastered down hair.
And still she moaned, writhed, twisted with a growing hot ecstasy under both men.
After opening her legs, Lisa let Sam do what he chose to do to her. She could feel his
hard dick nuzzling at the juicy cunt crack. His thick, sensitive dickhead rubbed back
and forth until it was slippery with cum and pussy oil. It jabbed teasingly at Lisa's lips.
The swollen labes were peeled back once more and forced apart by the red bulbous
wedge. Lisa tore her mouth away from Sam's and let out a long, low groan of sexual
excitement.
She felt a thick hunk of cockmeat push into her juicy snatch. Sam wasn't wasting any
time. Her cunt tingled along its length as it sensed that long, thick, veined rod jamming
into it. The pink tissues wriggled together. Inch by hard, hot inch, they were forced into
a tunnel as Sam stretched them with the wide shaft of his sinking cock.
"Good?" he whispered hoarsely as he sank yet another inch into her cunny.
"Uhhhhh," Lisa moaned as she felt him penetrate yet deeper into her pussy. She didn't
even know why she was responding like this to the man who was torturing her. She
remembered having read stories about how some people actually became friends with
their executioners during the older times. Maybe this was the same thing. Maybe
something inside the girl identified with Sam – something that told her he and she
were cut from the same cloth.
"Get it in her, man," Jack whispered. Sam's arms pushed down on his buddy's back,
forcing Jack closer to her.
"Uhhhhh!" Lisa moaned. Her cries of pleasure sent chills over the men's bodies and
made their cocks throb. Her pussy fitted tightly around the broad, hairy base of Sam's
dick. Inside her cunt, the sensitive, slippery tissues were stretched apart to take in the
throbbing eight inches of meat.
At the top of her spread pussylips, the stiffened spindle of her clit beat like the
membrane of a bass drum. As Sam came to the end of his agonizingly slow downstroke,
his hairy groin ground into her clitty. Thrills and tremors of unspeakable ecstasy shot
through Lisa's pussylips. Her sheath curled tightly around Sam's dick. The nippled ends
of her boobs burst into an explosion of incredible lust. She felt Sam's hard, hairy chest
crushing her nipples cruelly.
"Give it to her good, man," Jack urged. He got into the act, finally, by crawling down
between both their spread legs. Lying flat on his belly, he pushed his head up to the
tops of their legs. As he got closer he could hear the soft squishing sound of his buddy's
thick cock sliding in and out of Lisa's cunt. The rich gurgling of her snatch sounded
like soft mud sticking to a pile driver. The sweet smell of her snatch mingled with the
hot odor of Sam's slippery dick and sweaty ass. Jack reached up and gently pushed
Lisa's thighs away.
As her body stretched open wider, Sam gave her hard shoves. He buried his cock up to
the hilt in her tight cunt. He almost blew out his nuts when he felt a tongue working
over the base of his nuts!
"Hey, man, you queer or something?" Sam growled.
"Hey, just keep your comments to yourself. I'm takin' care of my act. You take care of
yours."
Lisa let out a desperate cry as she felt her stretched pussylips being teased by a wet,
flicking tonguetip. The tickling sensation made her want to snap her legs together
again. But Sam's weight kept her spread open as she felt the tongue lick her pussy and
wet her down.
"Fuck her good," some of the men cried, their red cocks out. Everyone was jerking off,
watching the two men crawling over the girl, driving her half crazy with their mouths
and cocks. Sam pulled his ass up, drawing his fat rod out of Lisa's drooling, furry box.
"Ahhhhh!" Jack panted as he felt the girl's pussy juice drool onto his tongue. Sam
shoved his hips down, trying to get his cock back into the girl's tight cunt. His groin
ground down onto Jack's head, pushing him into Lisa's pussylips.
"Oh, fuck, I'm gonna cum! Jesus Christ, both of you keep doin' that and I'm gonna
shoot!"
Jack backed away, keeping himself in the valley of their thrashing legs. As soon as he
moved his head out of the way, he could hear the squishing of Sam's prick sinking into
her juice-filled pussy once more. Reaching up, he pulled on Lisa's thin thighs. As he
held her wide open he heard Sam's cock throw in a quick few hunches.
Jack got an idea. Moving his friend up out of the girl's tight, clenching hole, he watched
as Sam's throbbing meat trembling just beyond the reach of her furry pussy. His body
arched up high, giving Jack plenty of room.
"Nooooo..." Lisa's drawn-out plea broke from her throat. She grunted as she felt the
stretched tissues of her cunt being licked by a rough, slippery tongue.
Was the dog back? Were they going to make her fuck the animal again? Oh, she didn't
care. Her mind whirled around and around. Cocks, cocks, floating around in a thick
white ocean of cum! Yes, what a way to go, what a way to drown! She could see herself
being covered with jizz, her hair oozing with the damned thick white stuff while inches
and inches of throbbing dickmeat were being slowly fed into her spasming pussy.
Once more Lisa tried to snap her legs shut. Jack had his hands pressed outward on her
thighs, holding her open for the licking attack. As she struggled against them, the girl
felt her stiff clitty being teased by the rough tongue.
"Ohhh, yess, yessss!" she hissed through her teeth.
How good, how horribly good it all felt! She was rolling her head from side to side. If
they put branding irons on her forehead now she couldn't care less. The fire that had
been building up in her pussy for the past few days broke out with a wild frenzy. She
was breathing hard and irregularly. Her chest tightened so much she thought her ribs
were being brushed by her tightening muscles. And oh, how wonderful it felt to have
Jack's head shoved deep between her legs, his tongue reaming out her tiny cuntal
mouth.
"Shove it in her, man," Jack cried as she started twisting her body in time to his tongue
fucking. He pulled out, leaving her quivering pussy open and hot and drooling.
Sam fitted his swollen cockhead into her throbbing cuntal slit. His thick hard inches of
dickmeat were shoved into the hot sheath once more. As its slippery tissues curled
around his shaft, he felt Lisa's fingers rake his back. He jerked, his hairy ass shooting
forward. The hunching movement shoved his dick all the way in.
"Oh, God!" Lisa cried, hugging the foul janitor close to her.
He'd won; he'd made her behave as if he were her lover! His body slammed down again
and again, making her body shake with the force of his blows.
The girl was out of control now. She squeezed her wet, tight asscheeks together, feeding
Sam her pussymeat. Her ass strained upward, shoving her tight hole wildly onto the
throbbing thick shaft.
She could feel his body tensing with pleasure, then shove back down. He sent his cock
careening into her pussy. Lisa could feel his cock slipping around in her cunt with each
movement the two of them made. The throbbing head of his long rod pushed and
probed deep inside her snatch. Her tits had his weight resting heavily ort them. Her
stiffened nipples were thudding with the beat of her heart. As the two of them crushed
closer together, every inch of her flesh became alive.
"Hey, man, don't bring her off yet. I wanna eat out her pussy one more time," Jack
said, recognizing the signals from both that orgasm was just a few seconds away.
"Okay, man, but hurry," Sam panted.
Jack moved in again, pulling Lisa's thighs apart and lashing his tongue up and down
the straining edge of her pussy. He kept his tongue away from the throbbing meat of
Sam's cock. Glancing up, he could see the blue veins of his buddy's dick throbbing,
getting ready to shoot more blood into the head when the actual orgasm began.
"Comin' up," Sam warned. He pulled his fat hips up, yanking his dick from the tight
grip of Lisa's snatch. As the greasy meat slid out, globs of cunt juice and cum spilled
over the edges of her cuntlips.
Jack tongued her meat, fitting his mouth over the trembling hole and sucking hard,
reaching up with his right hand and toying with the girl's stiff clit. Lisa cried out and
twisted like a maniac. She felt like she was going insane. The world, the wind, the filth
on the floor, the men jerking off above her – everything faded away. All that was left
was her pussy and those wonderful cocks, tongues and mouths driving her higher and
higher into a wild cum. "She's gonna go, man," Jack warned.
"Then let's both get in her. You take the fuckin' ass," Sam growled.
Lisa felt her body being rolled onto its side. The girl cried again as she felt Sam's cock
drive back into her hole, even in this rather awkward position. She felt the relief of
having her tense, itchy pussy walls being stretched apart. The hard core of his meat
filled her snatch with one long thrust. She felt Sam's body pound down onto hers. The
sensation of his body hunching away inside her pussy brought her to a climax.
"AWWWRRKKKK!"
Drool leaked from her mouth as her muscles spasmed and tightened. She jerked and
twitched, letting out half-strangled cries of unspeakable relief and pleasure.
Behind her, Jack was pushing his hairy legs into the backs of hers, hunching his cock
up into her narrow asscrack. Lisa at first didn't know what he was up to. Then suddenly
when she felt his cock pushing against her asshole, the girl knew! Two cocks in her!
Oh, she was cumming, and still she could sense there was a bigger orgasm in store for
her!


Chapter 11

Lisa felt Jack's cock pressing hard against her asshole. The spasms punching her cunt
were too strong for her to protest. As Jack ground his shaft deeper between her cheeks,
his cock juice slicked down her hole. He pushed farther and farther between the soft,
widely spread cheeks until it was pressing against her puckered shitter lips.
Lisa cried out. She could feel her sphincter giving way easily under the tension her body
was presently thrashing under. In the flash of a second, Jack's prick slid in. The heated,
half-painful sensation drove her climax even higher. She realized she was having a
multiple climax, something she'd read about in books but never thought actually
existed.
Sam moved his cock around, reaming out the girl's snatch. His nuts drew up tight
against the base of his cock. They were so full of jizz they ached.
"OHHHHH!"
"Hey, man, I'm gonna shoot!"
"Hurry, hurry," Lisa begged. She could feel her ass threatening to rip apart from the
force of their fucking and her wild climax.
"Oh, man, man, man," Jack groaned as he felt his cum bubbling up thick and rich in
his cock.
Pressing in as tightly as he could, he threw one arm across Sam's back, pulling them all
together in a tight grip. "Get it on now, NOW," he cried, his cock ballooning in her
tight, hot asshole.
Sam hunched furiously, pushing against Lisa's body, keeping his cock embedded in her
cunt to the hilt. His mouth shoved down onto hers. Their tongues speared at one
another as their lips locked together. Lisa felt her throat start to throb in time to her clit
and asshole. Her body was completely on fire, hunching out of control.
"NOW!" Sam cried as he felt his cum jetting up the thick shaft of his cock. Holding
onto Lisa, he felt his nuts explode. He shoved his tongue into the blonde's ear as his
cum shot up his stalk, jetting through the head and spurting into her body. His balls
tightened, contracted, then snapped up to his fat throbbing dickroot.
Lisa twisted her thighs, working them around in frantic tight little circles. She was
whimpering, sobbing, screaming, raking Sam's hairy back with her sharp fingernails as
the big foul janitor pumped his cock wildly in and out of her hole. The young blonde
could feel her quivering snatchlips rubbing, so hot she thought they'd catch fire. Oh,
oh, she was dribbling more and more pussy juice out of her slit. And how that cum
shot into her, burning down her fuckhole, his load jetting into the burning heat of the
blonde teenager's clutching pussy.
Lisa felt herself floating away. She was cumming, cumming in a world where there was
no pain or confusion. She drank in the incredible sensuality of the situation, wriggling
between the two hairy bodies. Each time she felt her snatch throb she felt the long
cocks still shooting cum. They were still hard, working in her cunt and ass.
And then Jack cried out. She could feel his cock jerking in her bowels. Oh, she was
being drowned in a sea of cum! It was just like her wild daydream of a few seconds
before. She was being stuffed with dickmeat, shot up with thick oceans of cum. Her
body wallowed in the sticky, rich white cream being shot in to her.
The scene seemed to last forever. The three of them lay braced, gasping for breath.
"Jesus Christ, she's one hell of a hellcat," Sam said, squeezing his flabby asscheeks back
and dragging his flaccid cock from Lisa's hole.
The girl squeezed her eyes tight, twisting around, panting. She was still cumming, still
feeling the incredible sensation of Sam's cock firing his load of spunk into her her hole.
"Hey, I think she's goin' outta her mind," Jack observed, pulling his cock out of her
shithole and studying the twisting, grunting young girl.
"Good. Everybody get a good fuck outta her," Sam said, sliding away from the girl, then
staggering to his feet while whipping his cock. Jack did the same, standing back as the
eight other men in the large building lined up in front of the trembling girl.
She was still jerking her ass around in circles as if someone had attached a live electric
wire to her cunthole.
The men pushed down their pants and started the incredible.gang bang.
Lisa took them all on, scissoring her legs around them, heaving her little body around
their cocks, feeding her ever-hungry cunt with their throbbing, hot, hard dickmeat. At
one point she had a cock in her mouth, one in her cunny and one in her ass. Every
possible hole big enough for a dick was filled. The girl screamed, going out of her mind,
fucking and sucking until she was raw.
Three hours later the last man in the group had fired his dump into her clenching hole.
Even the dog didn't want the girl any more. She lay in a defeated, crumpled heap. Her
dirtied, tangled blonde hair hung in her eyes, and clods of dirt from the floor and from
the men clung to her body. Cum and sweat stuck to her arms, her legs, the corners of
her mouth. Her ass throbbed like an open wound, and her pussy was almost numb
from the constant fucking she'd endured. Lisa could taste the salty, bleachy flavor of jizz
in her mouth and throat, even though she'd thrown up twice. She was thoroughly
initiated into sex, completely inundated by all kinds of sexual positions by the end of
this wild orgy.
"We'd love to take you with us, baby, but we gotta split. Nobody's gonna get us. I think
we showed you that you can't fool around with us, cunt!" Sam said, his eyes narrowing
viciously. He nodded at Jack, then pointed at the pile of clothes still folded neatly near
the panting girl. "Wipe her up and get her dressed. We gotta dump her somewhere and
get the fuck outta this town."
Lisa couldn't remember what happened next. She was delirious, floating in a protected
world of wild sights and sounds as the men dressed her and ushered her out of the
building. Nor later would the confused young blonde teenager be able to lead police to
the building where they'd taken and raped her so terribly.
Lisa was found two hours after the men had turned her loose, near the outskirts of the
downtown section of the city. Police, alerted to her disappearance by her frantic
mother, discovered the dishevelled girl wandering like a ghost down the deserted
streets, her coat thrown carelessly over her shoulders, her hair blowing wildly in the
wind as rain plastered down her hair.
Taken to the station, her mother broke down in horror when she saw her daughter
sitting like a zombie.
"Oh, God, God, they've finally done it to her. They've destroyed my lovely daughter,"
the woman sobbed, burying her face in her hands and screaming hysterically.
It was days before Lisa finally snapped out of her self-induced coma and started
screaming, facing the horror Sam and his cronies had imposed upon her. Every day,
every night she saw images of the men gathered around her naked body, pointing,
fucking her, pawing her, twisting her around, beating her, forcing her to commit foul
acts with them and with that growling, powerful German shepherd.
No, she could never tell the police about that! Even though the authorities quizzed her
carefully, suspecting the pretty young blonde was holding something back, Lisa swore
to herself she'd never tell them about the dog and what he did to her. If they found out,
they'd also discover she was a willing victim. Oh, what would her mother and her
friends think of her then?
Three weeks after her initial breakdown, Lisa was transferred to outpatient status. She
went home, trembling at everyone who looked at her curiously. Did they know? Did
they somehow find out she'd been involved in a wild sex orgy with all those men and
their dog?
Fortunately the police believed most of her story. She'd been kidnapped, dragged to
some outpost and raped repeatedly. They never went into details, except to ascertain
whether or not she encouraged the men to do what they did.
"NO!" Lisa answered firmly, fighting down the truth rising in her gut.
No, she really didn't encourage them, initially. Only when she saw there was no hope,
only when she saw that they were going to stick their cocks in her one way or the other
did the young blonde finally let her body betray her.
Several weeks after that, Lisa returned to school.
Fortunately, once more the rape was kept from the papers. No one told her friends, the
girl's long absence being passed off as a bout with pneumonia. Donnie suspected
something had happened – those men got to Lisa again. But he never broached the
topic with her. It took him some time to finally ask her out, and even a longer time for
her to finally accept the offer.
"Ohhhh, Donnie," the girl moaned, laying her head back on the carseat. Her blouse lay
open, exposing her swelling titties. Donnie had both hands fondling her taut jugs, his
thumbs and forefingers pinching her nipples. Lisa twisted in the seat, hiking up her
skirt, feeling her cunt growing hot and tight.
Oh, it was almost like being a virgin again! She'd managed to block out all the horror
of those terrible days. Now she was alone with Donnie!
"Oh, baby, I didn't think you'd wanna fuck around like this. But shit, why not?"
Donnie groaned, moving one hand down from her hanging, swollen titties to her
crotch.
Lisa pulled her knees farther apart, squeezing her asscheeks together and pushing her
crotch up against the massaging hand. She could feel his fingers working greedily over
her plump, sensitive pussylips. Donnie was squeezing hard, relaxing his grip only to
squeeze her cuntal mound harder again. He milked the lips, working with their
slippery, slick surfaces together.
Lisa was going out of her mind. It was the first time she'd been with Donnie since the
time she had been kidnapped – the first time.
The girl rolled her head from side to side, hunching her ass up. Oh, oh, it felt sooo
good! She was shamelessly hunching her fuzzy cunt mound up, silently begging for him
to fuck her. Lisa may have forgotten about all the horrors Sam and his friends had put
her through. But some of their "lessons" still remained with the young girl.
Donnie pushed his fingers through Lisa's blonde hair, damp with perspiration. He held
her face as he kissed it. The girl gasped with the affection he showed her. She felt loved,
happy, needed, wild. When Donnie moved around in the seat she could feel her nipples
scraping his chest.
"Let's get in the back," the young man said, drawing back, then climbing over the seat,
landing with a scraping sound on the broad rear seat. Lisa followed, wiggling over the
top of the seat and landing half of the young basketball star, half on the floor.
"OH!" she cried.
But Donnie held her, pulled her on top of him, then rolled over until she was on the
bottom. Everything was dizzyingly exciting for the young teenager. She gasped and
moaned, sighing, panting, opening her eyes and watching as the car windows fogged up
with their sexual heat.
Lisa felt her blouse going off her shoulders.. Then there was the sound of her skirt
zipper, the rushing sound of her skirt being peeled down her slender thighs.
Oh, how good, how hot and good it felt to be completely free!
She stretched her hands over her head, touching the window with her fingertips. The
girl groaned as she felt Donnie's fingers pressing against the soaked crotch panel of her
panties, rubbing the silky material back and forth, working it into her hot, wet hole
until he was sopping up her hot juices with it. The strange sensation was driving the
poor girl wild.
"Oh, baby, I'm gonna fuck your brains out," Donnie cried, wiping the back of his hand
across his sweaty forehead. Already he'd opened his shirt. Now he ripped it off his
heaving chest, standing up as best as he could in the cramped rear area of his car, and
unzipping his pants.
In the night shadows, Lisa could see that familiar thick, long cock springing out from
the opened halves of his pants. For a second she thought she was back in that horrible
building, down on the floor, having been fucked by all those men and that horrible dog.
She let out a sharp scream, twisting her head away and burying her fingers in her
mouth.
"Anything wrong?" Donnie asked, stopping just above the shivering teenager.
"No, no, I'm okay," Lisa said honestly.
Those horrible images would be haunting her for the rest of her life – that she knew.
She had to live with them. Praying every day to forget as much as she could, Lisa also
prayed that Sam and his bunch would never get caught and would never come back to
her again. She couldn't face sitting in a witness chair, facing those horrible men who
would enjoy telling a shocked courtroom just how "reluctant" Lisa had been during her
kidnapping.
"Good," Donnie said, climbing back onto the girl. He dragged his cock back a little,
having mounted the girl.
Lisa gasped, feeling that hot, slick cockhead trailing across her lower belly, then moving
to her thighs.
He gave up on the foreplay and lowered himself onto her body, fondling her titties with
his hands, kneading the large, fleshy mounds while he traced the bottom of her pussy
cleft with his cockhead. Then he found the center of her fuckhole and, with a slow
forward hunch, drove it in.
"Ohhhhh," Lisa groaned, rolling her head slowly from side to side. She moved her hips,
changing the angle her cunt made with Donnie's cock. He was halfway inside her when
her pussy muscles clamped down on him.
"Jesus!" Donnie cried, surprised at the sudden resistance.
"I can't help it. You turn me on that way," Lisa admitted. She felt ashamed, and yet
proud she could impress someone like Donnie.
"Yeah, yeah," the young boy said, feeling her pussy slacken once again. Donnie felt her
insides stretching out.
Oh, how good something like that felt! She was being fucked by someone who cared
about her, someone who wasn't going to beat her, feed her pussy to the dogs, tie her up
or do all those other horrible things Sam and his group did.
As Donnie drove his cock along the velvety lining of her cunt, Lisa gasped with delight,
tossing her head back and forth. Her long hair tangled around her neck as she clawed
at the young athlete's hunching back. She was back, back with Donnie and her former
life.
"Ohhh, it feels soooo good," Lisa cooed. She was growling with excitement.
She wanted to be fucked silly by him, to be fucked and fucked until her pussy was raw.
Oh, maybe it was wrong to be thinking thoughts like that, but one thing Lisa learned
from Sam and the others was the limits of her body – there were few.
The young girl squeezed her cunt muscles together again, trapping the boy's dick once
again, making him gasp in delight. Yes, Lisa had learned much from her kidnapping.
She'd never be the same girl she was months ago. But then again, who wanted to?
"Fuck me!" Lisa cried, scissoring her legs around Donnie's hunching lower back and
skewering her tight little cunt on his cock.
Yes, oh, yes, it would be a good year. A very, very good senior year in high school.
Those thoughts and others circled her head as the girl felt herself about to cum!


THE END
