BEAST RAPED COED
By Paul Gable


Foreword

One need only tune in the television set during prime time on any evening of the week
to witness a seemingly endless barrage of violence in the form of "entertainment".
Whether it be cops pursuing robbers, or cowboys gunning down Indians, the pattern is
invariably the same. The fact that no one is really hurt, at least physically, is also
common to them all.
But real violence does exist, and real people, good and bad, are maimed and killed in
the streets and homes of America. There are criminals in our midst, people who would
steal or rape or kill at the slightest provocation, people who have no respect whatsoever
for human life.
Nancy Haines, the young girl in this story, is the victim of such people. Innocent of any
crime against man, she nevertheless finds herself tortured and faced with disfigurement
and death.
Beast Raped Coed is the shocking story of a young girl's ordeal. An ordeal that any of
us might face one day.
-The Publisher


Chapter 1

Nancy Haines dropped her eyes, feeling a hot flush of embarrassment wash over her.
"Can't you answer the question, Miss Haines?" the loud baritone voice thundered
through the classroom.
The blonde teenager fumbled the wrinkled pages of her notebook as her face burned
furiously. She felt Mr. Jeff Bettingfield's eyes zooming in on her, examining her body,
burning through her clothing. Why did he have to look at her that way? Couldn't he
see everyone in the class was smirking, barely hiding their smiles as she cringed under
his stare.
"I...I'm... trying," Nancy stammered.
And what was worse was her positive reaction to the handsome bearded English
teacher's looks. Oh, how often she tried not to feel that hot flush starting at the pit of
her belly and radiating to her tight pink cunt! How her thighs itched and burned when
Mr. Bettingfield smiled knowingly at her, staring at her as if he could read her most
secret thoughts! And every time she tried to fight down these waves of erotic sensations,
Nancy felt herself become more and more excited.
How could she concentrate on her English grades when that strange itchy, throbbing
sensation rippled through her pussy, making her fingers turn icy and tremble? She
could barely hold onto her notebook.
Glancing up through her long blonde lashes, Nancy noticed Mr. Bettingfield still staring
at her, his lips curled up at the ends in a kind of smirk. Ohhh, how that sensation was
spreading up her belly, her asscheeks, over her pussy! If only he would call on someone
else!
"We're waiting, Miss Haines. I can't understand why you can't answer the question.
Shelly and Keats were on last evening's assignment, weren't they?"
"Yes, sir," the blonde answered. Her voice sounded so small, so insignificant next to his.
"Then the answer, please."
Nancy dropped the notebook to the floor, several pages scattering out of the binding
under desks in front of her. She wanted to get up and run out of that classroom. But
the warm, tight sexual feeling between her legs drained her. Her pussy was very hot,
very wet. When she bent down to pick up the pages of her notebook, the young blonde
felt the velvety surfaces of her cunt rub together. Hot juice was actually seeping out,
wetting down the nylon crotch panel of her panties! Could the others notice how
excited she was becoming under Mr. Bettingfield's stare? Could they smell her?
"I... don't have it, Mr. Bettingfield," Nancy finally stammered, smiling weakly at several
students who sympathetically handed her back the scattered notebook paper.
"Perhaps you should concentrate your time more on your studies than on your social
life. I'll see you after class, Miss Haines," the instructor said, then he dropped his voice
and resuming his monotone lecture on the English Romantic movement.
All through the remaining thirty minutes of the class, Nancy stared blankly at the book,
her mind whirling around in embarrassment and sexual excitement. She hadn't felt
anything quite like this in a long time – not since the time she and her high school
boyfriend Jack Brailsford almost fucked that evening in her parents' home. Jack had
come so close to slipping his cock into her pussy! All through high-school, Nancy swore
she'd keep herself a virgin. No one was going to fuck her – no one except the boy she
planned to marry, whomever that would be.
But with Jack... well, things changed. He was so handsome, so forceful. There were
times Nancy lay in bed wondering what his body felt like, wondering what it would be
like to be his wife. It had been those thoughts whirling through her head that. /ening
that led to the two of them to petting heavily on the couch. His hand had crawled up
under her skirt, edged down her panties and was rubbing her bloated cuntlips together
when the sound of her mother's and father's car in the driveway stopped everything.
Somehow Nancy had managed to sneak her panties back on and roll to the side of the
couch before the front door opened.
From that moment on, the teenager vowed never to let a boy take advantage of her
again. Jack had tried several times, then he finally gave up. No, she'd never again let a
man touch her before getting that important ring on her finger. Never!
And yet, now she was away from home for the first time, away at college, studying to
be an English teacher. And not only were her grades poor the first half of the semester,
but her studying was being curtailed by her growing sensuality.
"Miss Haines!"
Nancy shook her head and looked up. The class was over already. Several of the
students were looking strangely at her as Mr. Bettingfield stood behind his podium, his
arms crossed over his broad chest.
"Yes, sir," Nancy whispered, gathering up her books and sliding out of her chair.
As she walked up to the podium Nancy could feel the friction of her cuntlips over her
swollen clit. The ticklish feeling was excruciating! Why was this happening to her now,
right in front of the class, right in front of Mr. Bettingfield?
"If I may speak candidly, Miss Haines, I'm afraid your grades just aren't up to par,
especially for an
English major. That is your major, isn't it?"
Nancy blushed once more, still keeping her eyes to the floor.
"I'm not going to beat you, Miss Haines. I'm just trying to help you. You're failing my
class. For a freshman this means expulsion from the university."
"Oh no, no, I couldn't..."
Chills swept over her body as she felt the warm breath from his mouth blow against her
cheek. Her tits were swelling, the nipples stiffening and brushing against the stiff
material of her bra cups. Her pussy was growing tighter and tighter..She was shamefully
close to an orgasm right now, and all she was doing was standing unsteadily in front of
the classroom and talking with Mr. Bettingfield.
"Perhaps we can find some mutual solution to your problem," he said, slipping his right
arm over her shoulders.
Nancy almost buckled at his touch. His fingers burned through the thin white cotton
material of her blouse. Her pussy was squeezing shut, milking out more juice, soaking
her panties as if it had a life of its own! Nancy closed her eyes and shuddered, fighting
back a moan.
"Are you ill?"
"No, no, sir," she said, looking up at Mr. Bettingfield's concerned face.
He was so handsome! Oh, what was she going to do?
"Well, in any case, I thought I'd assign you a tutor – Rick Brown. You know him, I
believe?"
Nancy nodded her head, glancing around the classroom. Nearly everyone had left. A
few girls were chatting in the far corner. Next to them Nancy could see Rick gathering
up his copious notes and stacking them neatly in a notebook. She'd always admired this
young man who continually scored at the top of the class.
"Rick's an excellent student and will make a fine teacher... as I think you will, Nancy, if
only you improve your study habits. Let's see if we can find out what to do about you,"
Mr. Bettingfield said, guiding Nancy from the front of the classroom toward Rick.
The young boy looked up and smiled at Nancy.
"Rick, you know Nancy. I'm a little concerned about her grades. I'd tutor her myself,
but I'm pretty busy with my own research. I thought the two of you could work
something out. Rick can use a little money, if you're willing to pay, Nancy."
"Oh, yes. I'll talk to my father tonight," the blonde said eagerly.
If her grades could improve, that would raise her own opinion of herself and make her
look far more attractive to such a great mind as Mr. Bettingfield! And then...
"Good. The two of you can start right away. I think you'll work fine together. Good
luck," Mr. Bettingfield said, giving her a gentle squeeze on the neck before dropping his
hand and returning to his desk.
"Wanna start tonight?" Rick asked, getting up from behind his desk and sliding his
notebook under one arm.
Nancy shrugged her shoulders, relieved Mr. Bettingfield had finally left her side. She
could control her feelings a little better now and concentrate on her study problems.
"Okay. I'm staying at Handson Dorm. How about seven tonight? We can use the
upstairs lounge. There aren't too many people up there to disturb us."
"Sounds good to me," Rick said, smiling broadly. "We'll discuss payment up there,
right?"
There was a catch in the young man's voice that made Nancy raise her eyes and look
questioningly at him. For a second she thought she could see the same kind of sex
hungry look she'd noticed in Mr. Bettingfield's eyes. But then it disappeared.
"Right. See you then," Nancy said, turning around and walking quickly from the
classroom.
She had to concentrate on her books, her notes, Rick's notes. Those thoughts about Mr.
Bettingfield and his muscular body, his thick arms, his broad chest, and that full crotch
– no, that all had to be put out of her mind. She shouldn't be thinking like that in the
first place about any man, especially her teacher! Study, study, study – she had to
concentrate.
Walking from the building, she saw Mr. Bettingfield standing by the stairs, one foot on
the railing and his tight-fitting pants hiked up into his crotch. She flashed a quick look
and saw what appeared to be a thick roll of cockmeat cradled between his legs. Didn't
he wear jockey shorts? Was it just her filthy imagination made more sordid by her hot
cunt?
She saw him glance up at her and smile that same cynical smile he'd leveled her with in
class. Nancy smiled back, pretending to be more occupied with descending the steep
stone steps than with him.
As she left the grounds the young blonde was glad she was free from his mocking voice
and those piercing eyes. Was he playing up to her? The way he slid his arm around her
shoulders, his fingers almost toying with her bra strap – no, she couldn't be thinking
things like that. It was probably all innocent on his part.
She hurried to her dorm room, still confused.
"My God, you scared me!" It was Linda Cramer, her roommate, sitting in front of the
dresser brushing out her long silky black hair. She'd dropped the brush when Nancy
burst into the room, out of breath.
"I'm sorry. It's just that Mr. Bettingfield..."
Linda turned around and smiled suggestively at her. "You two are an item... you know
that?"
"What?" Nancy said, her eyes round. She shut the door behind her and sat down slowly
on the couch.
Linda cocked her head and narrowed her eyes. "You wouldn't be the first coed around
here who... uh, gave favors for a passing grade maybe even an A, if you're good enough.
Catch my drift?"
Nancy blushed at such a horrible suggestion. She both admired and hated Linda for her
casual talk about sex. The young brunette was from what she called a liberated New
York background, bragging that she'd lost her virginity at twelve to an overly friendly
and attentive uncle. From that point on she couldn't get enough cock, but was careful
to make each man think she was thoroughly inexperienced but eager to learn.
"That's terrible!" Nancy said in honest indignation, squaring her shoulders and staring
angrily at her roommate.
"I don't think so," Linda said, pursing her lips together while still smiling inquisitvely at
her friend. She shrugged her shoulders, then turned back to the mirror and continued
brushing her hair. "Still, I suppose you can pass if you study. There are some girls
around here who still do that," she said flippantly.
"I'm going to be one of them," Nancy said determinedly, getting up and walking over
to her desk.
"Good for you, though I think if you put out for Mr. Bettingfield, he'd pass you with
more than a D. And you wouldn't have to go near-sighted in the bargain," Linda said
casually, putting down the brush and fluffing up the ends.
"Rick Brown's going to be helping me," Nancy mentioned as she sat down and cracked
open a book of Romantic poetry.
"Not bad. One of your instructor's favorites, I hear. They're related – uncle and
nephew or something like that."
Nancy stiffened, though she made sure Linda didn't see it. A trap! Was that it? Did Mr.
Bettingfield set her up with Rick as a tutor only to... to do what? Her flesh crawled
again with fear and excitement. Was this going on only in her mind, or was there
something to it?
"I don't know about that," Nancy mumbled, laying her chin on her hands and letting
her eyes drift over the double columns of print.
"You'll find out soon enough, I guess. As for me," Linda said, shrugging off her
dressing gown and padding over to the closet, "I'm going out tonight with one of the
hottest studs on campus – Bob Dennis. Know him?"
"No," Nancy lied.
She'd seen him swaggering around. He was the type who majored in P E. and barely
managed to pass those courses. He was like a stud bull in a pasture of cows, his cock
hot and hard for any cunt to come by and ask for it. Once or twice he'd made a pass at
Nancy, who gave him filthy looks and brushed by. The young blonde had a feeling he
resented her brush-off and was waiting to get back at her somehow.
"Well, you should. One night in the sack with Bob and you wouldn't be so prim and
proper. We could be real friends then."
"I don't like the crowd he hangs around with."
"Well, they are a little strange... especially his brother. But, I don't see much of them
when I'm around Bob."
Nancy watched her roommate enviously as she dressed. Linda had such a good figuretall, 
slender, not an ounce of fat on her lithe young, body. Her tits were large and
pendulous with dark-red nipples apparently always in a state of arousal. Her dark
thicket of pussy-hairs barely covered the pink membranes of her cuntlips.
The young blonde could see why half the men on campus wanted to fuck her – and
did!
"Be back late?" Nancy asked, looking up from her book after several minutes of silence.
"Uh-huh, if I'm lucky," Linda said, adjusting the bodice of her black dress.
Nancy frowned disapprovingly. In spite of what her friend did, still she thought the
young woman was advertising her tits, ass and legs a bit too freely with that gown.
"Well, I'm off to the wars," Linda said brightly, bending down and kissing Nancy on
the forehead. She breezed out of the room, laughing. Gradually the clicking sounds of
her high heels on the tile floor died away.
Nancy tried to get back to her studies. But she kept thinking about what her roommate
had mentioned were Rick and Mr. Bettingfield related in some way? And what did the
girl mean about her and the instructor being a campus item? Were there things going
on, things that threatened her position – her virginity?
"Ohhh, what's the use?" Nancy moaned, slamming down the book and pushing away
from the desk.
She held her head in her hands, feeling the heat in her pussy become intense. It was as
if her clit had become a glowing jewel, burning into her cunt like a hot poker! Every
movement she made excited her. The rub her blouse against her arms, her tits, her back
made her shiver. Feeling hot and cold flashes creep over her arms, the young blonde
rubbed her palms briskly over her flesh, closing her eyes and picturing Mr. Bettingfield
again on the stairs, his soft cock pressing against his hitched up pants.
"No, I can't... I just can't!" the girl said out loud, unsure of what she meant.
Turning around, Nancy saw she had at least three hours before her tutoring session
with Rick. Maybe she could find out the answers to some questions Linda had raised. If
nothing else, she'd be able to get her mind off her cunt.
Deciding further study was impossible, the young blonde moved to her bed and fell like
a dead body onto it. For several minutes she lay awake, staring at the ceiling, wondering
what changes were happening deep inside her. Why was she thinking about men all the
time – and one or two men in particular? Oh, it was terrible! All her wonderful plans
for studying and being a good teacher were about to go out the window.
Groaning again Nancy turned over, burying her face in the pillow and falling asleep.
But the young woman found no peace in her dreams. Tossing and turning, Nancy
thought she was on fire. Images of half-naked men flashed across her mind. Their
hands stretched out to her, pawing her tits, tearing off her clothes, making obscene
gestures while she cried out for them to stop it. And yet, all along she was actually
wanting them to do more – to pull down their trousers, reveal their cocks, take her and
fuck her!
Yes – fuck, fuck! What a wonderful word! She'd heard plenty of her girlfriends use it
and tell her all about fucking – something her puritanical parents refused to do.
"Ohhhhhh!" Nancy cried in her sleep. Her thighs were on fire! The bed squeaked from
her wild thrashing. She was close to climaxing. She could taste blood from her lips.
Gradually reality blended with the dream as Nancy struggled up from her dream state,
the twisted and bizarre images of her nightmare fading in the weakening light of her
room. The young woman held the sides of her head, feeling her burning cheeks with
her fingers. Glancing at the wall clock, Nancy saw that it was six-thirty. Sliding her legs
off the bed, the young blonde felt her clothes move stickily over her sweaty flesh. The
room smelled of cuntjuice. She couldn't study with Rick like this. Quickly she skinned
off her damp clothing, rushing into the shower and let the cold water pelt her hot skin
and drive away the sexual fever raging in her cunt.
After toweling herself off, Nancy padded to her closet, realizing after several moments
she was choosing clothes that would be considered provocative.
"No, oh God, I won't!" she said to herself, slamming the door and choosing instead a
straight black skirt and button-down white cotton blouse. In that, Nancy thought she
almost looked like a prison matron. Glancing at herself in the mirror with satisfaction,
the young girl added a finishing touch by bundling up her strands of blonde hair into a
tight ball and pinning it behind her neck. "There," she said, gathering up her books and
walking from the room.
With some effort Nancy pushed back any thoughts she had about Mr. Bettingfield and
other men. She was going to study, to learn about the Romantic movement from one of
the best students on campus.
As she approached the upstairs recreation room Nancy felt proud of herself. The
burning in her cunt had subsided considerably. She could feel her brain starting to
come alive, her interest in the poets coming back to her. The young blond stepped into
the large room and saw Rick sitting on a long green leather couch on the opposite side
of the room. Several books were opened in front of him.
"Good, you're early," he said, smiling and getting up.
"No, let's start right away. I'm anxious," Nancy said honestly. She felt she was putting
her academic life back in order.
"Okay, we'll start with Keats."
Nancy opened her book, sliding on the opposite side of the couch and suddenly feeling
very aware of Rick's body. She had to concentrate – concentrate on her studies, not on
that horrible, tight hot feeling creeping over her tight young pussy again.


Chapter 2

"Oh, my eyes are burning!" Nancy said, dropping her book to her lap and stretching
her arms over her head.
She and Rick had been studying for nearly four hours. Sheets of scribbled notes lay on
the coffee table in front of them and on the carpeted floor. Settling back on the soft
cushioned leather sofa, Nancy felt strangely relaxed, almost like a satisfied cat. She had
been under Rick's supervision for the last few hours and had learned to like and respect
him. He certainly didn't seem to pose the threat to her sexual security as did Mr.
Bettingfield. Kind, patient, honest, the lithe young scholar moved thoroughly through
the material, only occasionally betraying a more than academic interest in the young
woman.
"We can stop for tonight," Rick suggested, closing his book and laying it by his side.
"That's not a bad idea," Nancy said, yawning and giggling. "Oh, what do I owe you? I
forgot to call up my dad, but..."
Rick quieted the blonde teen quickly, sliding over to her end of the couch and putting
both arms around her shoulders. Nancy's mouth opened as if to protest, but the young
man pressed his lips against her mouth, driving in his tongue and smoothing his fingers
over her upper arms.
"Ummmmmmm..." Nancy murmured through the kiss. He felt good – not as if he
were going to rape her right there in the lounge, but as if he were treating her as an
equal, a person he wanted to share something with.
Nancy still felt the fear of going too far churning in the pit of her stomach. But the
young blonde felt there was nothing wrong in a harmless little kiss and maybe some
petting. After all, they were in the student lounge. If Rick tried to go further, she could
cry out for help.
Leaning heavily upon him, she curved her body against his chest and belly. Her pussy
was getting warm and wet now, growing tighter, starting to pulse in time with the
beating of her heart. Moving her legs back and forth slightly, Nancy could rub the sides
of her cunt against one another.
That subtle wet friction made her flesh crawl with excitement. It was as if she were
jerking off. Her tits felt as if they were ballooning in her bra, the nipples stiffening. She
wished she could unbutton her blouse, slip off her skirt, get naked in front of him. Yes,
she wanted to experience everything she dreamed of. And yet her conventional morality
interfered. With a groan Nancy shoved both hands against Rick's chest and pushed
herself away.
"Hey, something wrong?" he whispered in her ear.
The sensation of his hot breath blowing into her ear made Nancy shiver. Hot and cold
spasms rippled up and down her spine.
"We'd... better not be doing something like this in here. It's wrong. Someone could
come in and..."
"I'll take care of that," Rick said, sliding off the couch.
Nancy leaned back, holding her head in one hand. She could see a growing bulge
between his legs pressing against his fly. It had to be his cock – a hard, thick, hot dick,
something she'd heard her friends swear was the best thing in the world for a girl. Oh,
she should be getting up, protesting, stopping him from closing the door and locking it
like he was doing!
"They'll know something's going on," Nancy said, realizing that by not protesting she
was actually encouraging Rick to go on.
"Guard doesn't come up here till after midnight to check. It's only eleven," he said,
glancing down down at his wristwatch, then back at Nancy.
There was something animal, something possessive in his eyes. He stood by the door,
his hands on his hips, that bulge between his legs taking on the definite shape of a
growing, lengthening cock.
Nancy felt panic rising in her chest. Her mouth was as dry as cotton and her skin
glowed with fear and excitement. What was he going to do? She watched him with
rounded eyes as he walked slowly back to her, reaching down and snapping off the
three table lamps still on in the large recreation room. Soon only a silver of moonlight
illuminated the area.
"Please, don't..." The young woman couldn't finish the sentence. She knew she could
yell for help, could start screaming her head off, threatening to call the police if he came
another step closer.
Yet something stopped her from calling out. She sat deep in the couch, her tight ass
worked into the soft cushion, watching Rick as he moved around and sat next to her.
"Don't what?" Rick said. She knew he was smirking at her – the same knowing, ironic
smirk Mr. Bettingfield wore on his face when he looked at her.
Rick moved in again, shoving his tongue into her mouth, holding her so tightly the
young woman thought he'd bruise her arms with his fingers. She had only French
kissed once – and then it had seemed so wicked, so daring. She'd been uncomfortable
with that move. And yet Rick's tongue was stirring embers of burning sensuality in her.
She kissed him back, slowly moving her tongue back and forth, caressing his. Closing
her eyes, Nancy let the hot feeling of sexuality wash over her like a tidal wave. Her
hands moved up his shoulders and locked around his neck, drawing her body more
tightly to his.
Rick murmured with satisfaction, "Oh, baby, you're just what I thought you'd be –
good, hot and ready."
The words should have stung Nancy's pride. She should have pushed him away and
told him to leave. But instead she found her heart beating even more wildly than
before. She was on fire! She had dared to do more with Rick than she ever had with a
man in her life. She fanned her fingers down the front of his chest as he opened his
shirt. His flesh was so hot, so smooth! And then she passed the cold metal of his belt
buckle, moving her trembling fingers down the front of his pants until she rubbed her
fingertips over thei stretched hot lump pressed against his zipper.
Rick moaned at this light touch, spreading his legs apart and hunching down slightly
on the couch. Nancy drew her hand away quickly, ashamed she had been so forward.
This was getting beyond the stage of heavy petting and into a realm the young woman
wasn't sure she wanted to be in. "Oh yeah, baby, you want it bad, don't you?"
Rick was nuzzling wildly in her hair, licking her neck, flicking his tongue into her ear,
smoothing his palms over her arms.
Oh, what was happening to her? All those fine resolves about studying, improving her
mind, forgetting about the hot tight feeling in her cunt were dissolving under this
young student's caresses.
"I... don't know what's happening... to me," Nancy panted.
The light from outside the window barely illuminated his handsome face. The young
woman could hardly breathe! Rick was staring at her, his eyes glistening with lust in
the bright moonlight.
"I know, honey. Oh God, and it's gonna be real good. You're gonna be okay with me,"
Rick said assuringly.
He grabbed at her now almost violently, smothering her with hot wet kisses, moving
around the couch and shoving his knee between hers and forcing them apart. He was
fumbling with the buttons of her blouse one moment, then sliding his hands over to
her side and pulling at the zipper of her skirt.
Nancy tried to push his hands away. But oh, she was growing so weak and dizzy from
all those kisses! His tongue was doing wild, wonderful things to her mind. Their
mouths were pressed together, spittle oozing from the corners of her mouth and
dribbling down her chin. He pushed her back into the cushions. It was such a
comfortable, dangerous feeling having his weight pressing her into the soft leather
cushion. His hands, his chest, his legs, his mouth – every part of his body seemed to be
all over her at once! "What?"
Nancy felt her zipper slide all the way down, felt the waistband of her skirt suddenly
loosen. Rick had just begun to slide the garment over her boyish hips, groaning into
her mouth and moving his body slightly to one side to pull down the skirt.
"Oh, don't! Please, it's... wrong... oh, so... ohhhhh."
The young woman couldn't talk. Rick kissed her hard, his front teeth scraping hers.
Nancy soon felt her skirt slide down her legs, puddle around her ankles, then float off
somewhere. Rick was back at her blouse, moving his hands around her back like small
animals, pushing the buttons through the holes until every one was open. Then with
several moves he smoothed the blouse back over her thin shoulders and pushed it off
her body.
It was only then that the young scholar pulled back and took a long look at the blonde
teenager under him. When he touched the elastic waistband of her panties, Nancy
shuddered, catching his wrist and driving her fingernails into his skin.
"Don't... not now. Please, I... can't!"
Rick paused a second, looking down hard at her.
"Okay, for now," he said in a thick voice.
It was too much for her to take. Nancy realized the compromising position she was in.
She was lying half-naked, clad only in her panties and bra, pinned to the couch by this
young man she barely knew. But no, she couldn't let him skin off her panties just now!
Nancy couldn't let him slide his cock into her, just like that! He could touch her, and
maybe she could touch him. But anything else – no, no, NO!
"I'm sorry, but..."
"Unzip my pants, then. If you won't let me feel you, I've gotta have you feel me."
Nancy's fingers hesitated an inch from his zipper. Biting down on her lower lip, she
grabbed the tab and pulled down, feeling a rush of hot air blow against her wrist when
she reached the bottom of his fly. Rick helped her by shifting position again, lying on
one side while unbuttoning the top button of his slacks and unhooking his belt buckle.
The halves of his trousers fell open. Only his jockey shorts kept his hard cock from
Nancy's fingertips.
"Come on," he urged.
Nancy hesitated. It was too much. She couldn't bring herself to undress him, to actually
pull down his jockeys and expose his dick. She was hot; she was curious, but that
curious? No, no – impossible!
"Shit, can't wait all night!"
Nancy heard the rubbing of his cotton underwear on his flesh. There was the slapping
of the elastic band as he moved around next to her, pushing down his trousers, then
shoving down his shorts. She could feel him kicking away his slacks, then shrugging off
his shorts.
He was naked next to her, having shed his shirt at the same time.
Nancy's heart contracted with fear. It didn't matter any more if she had on her panties
or not. Only a thin band of nylon kept his cock from her cunt. What would keep him
from tearing that off and raping her? Honor? He'd gone this far, taken advantage of her
weakness, stripped her in this public place. What could...
"OHHHHH!"
Rick rolled back onto her, pressing her body into the soft leather cushion again. His
naked shoulders wallowed against hers as his lips moved up and down her throat, his
tongue licking her hot, willing flesh. Nancy felt something very hard, very hot and
throbbing touching the front of her panties. It was his cock – a very long, very thick
dick working against her soaked crotch panel. Rick hugged her small body tightly, and
the young woman could feel the big shaft better then.
A cock! She was actually being touched by a cock!
"Please don't do this to me!" she cried in real panic, fighting through the red fog of
sensuality settling over her brain.
But Rick knew better than to let her go. Nancy was her own worst enemy right now. As
terrified as she was of what was going to happen to her inevitably, Nancy loved the
sensations she felt now. She tilted her face, shifting her body first to the right, then to
the left, feeling his hard dickhead touch her cuntlips. Even through the covering of the
wet nylon it felt terribly good. She rocked her hips more furiously, feeling his cock
gouge harder into her soft, hot, wet cunt.
Nancy felt more of her former resolve melting away. That prick seemed so big and so
stiff! And yet the girls at her school said it felt so good fucking into them, forcing their
cunts wide open, making them pant so hard they thought they were going to have heart
attacks!
Rick moved one of his hands around her lips, smoothing his fingers down her flat,
heaving belly until he curled them under her nylon-covered cuntal mound. Nancy
twisted her face away, breaking a long, hot tongue-kiss. She gasped for air. The light
pressure on her pussy was almost too much for her to take! Nancy sucked in a ragged
breath, pushing her knees farther apart, wallowing her ass in the soft cushion. How hot
and wet her skin felt.
"Feel good?"
"Oh God, it feels... sooo... funny!"
Nancy couldn't think of another word to describe it. She bucked her hips back so he
would rub her clit again.
"Yeah, you dig this a lot!"
Nancy blushed. There was a note of experience in his voice. She hadn't been the first
one writhing under him – not by a long shot. And yet that didn't bother her. In a way
Nancy felt flattered that a handsome young man like Rick would take interest in her
this way.
"Nancy..." he whispered in one ear, pushing back her hair and tonguing her face.
His hip bones bumped hard against hers. He was shoving the dickshaft up and down
her belly. The young blonde could feel the brushing of his fat balls, the different way
the tip of his cock was shaped. She wanted to push him away and look at it, maybe
even touch it. Did she have the courage to ask him? How was a girl supposed to behave
the first time? Would she be considered a whore saying something like that? In a way,
Nancy wished she hadn't started the whole thing. And yet... "Ohhhhhh!"
Rick's hands moved behind her shoulders, fumbling with the straps of her bra,
successfully unhooking it after several seconds. Nancy felt the cups relax around her
thunderous tits and slide off her body. Rick was braced above her, staring down at her
mountainous boobs, licking his lips as he smoothed the edges of them with his thumbs.
"I loved watchin' them bounce around whenever you walked into class. Wondered if
they looked this good in real life. They do!"
Nancy felt his hands crawling over both tits, his fingertips pinching her nipples, then
smoothing them down as his palms squeezed and molded her boobs. She squirmed and
panted heavily under him. Each time he toyed with those half-inch red nipples of hers,
the young man set off a series of sexual sparks, igniting strange fires in her belly and
cunt.
"Ohhhh... " Nancy moaned in ecstasy.
She felt his lips cup one tender nipple. His teeth bit into the surrounding sensitive flesh
while his tongue lashed over the hard tip! He was drawing it into his mouth, scraping
his tongue over the tiny nubbin, making her squirm with shameless lust under him.
Rick laved her tits with spit, bathing the tense, sore nipples until they were throbbing
with pleasure. He worked over one boob, then went over to the other. Nancy babbled
with unspeakable pleasure as the young man worked over her white flesh. His mouth,
his palms, his fingers were all over her big jugs, and his cock still dug into her nyloncovered cunt.
"Now give my dick a feel," he said, grabbing her hand by the wrist and pulling it
between their grinding bodies.
Nancy let out a gasp when she felt his wiry curly cockhair brush against her fingertips.
She tried to pull her hand away, but it was impossible – Rick was too strong for her.
And then she touched something hard, hot, rubbery-feeling. It had to be his dick. It
jerked the moment her fingertips brushed against it.
"Come on, really feel it!"
Nancy sucked in a deep breath and opened her hand, curling her fingers around the
thick shaft. She was surprised at how the outer skin seemed to move easily over a kind
of hard, steely inner core. When she jacked up the skin then pulled it slowly back
down, Rick let out a sigh, his body shuddering as if someone had touched him with an
electric wire.
Nancy felt a shiver of power shoot through her. So she had some control over this
situation as well as he did! Squeezing her fingers then relaxing them, the young blonde
watched Rick shiver again, this time letting out a soft moan as if in pain!
"Yeah, you do that Ike a real pro!"
Nancy wasn't sure if she liked hearing something like that. Still, she was glad he wasn't
laughing at her or yelling at her for being stupid. Some men did that to women the first
time, she heard. But apparently Nancy had a natural talent for satisfying a man.
"I... ohhhhh!"
Nancy guessed Rick's cock must be at least seven inches long and – thank God! – not
too thick. For a second she wondered how that would feel tunneling into her,
burrowing into the soft, pink, wet tissues of her virgin cunt. Oh, what would it feel
like?
Thinking about that, Nancy wasn't concentrating on what she was doing. Her hands
seemed to know what was to be next. She fondled Rick's balls, feeling the shape of
them through the thick, leathery sac, thinking about the white stuff inside that could
make a woman pregnant! When she squeezed them and rolled them from side to side,
Rick's breathing caught. She smiled to herself, rubbing a hand through his cockhair
before finally letting go.
"Man, you're really hot and ready, aren't you?"
"Ready... for what?"
Rick said nothing more. He was kissing her neck and shoulders, pulling her down on
the couch. She surrendered to him for the moment. It felt good having him kissing and
sucking on her nipples again. It felt so good, the blonde teenager didn't even notice he
was sliding his fingers under the elastic legband of her panties, trying to get under the
material to touch her. "Don't!"
But Nancy didn't have the strength any more to resist. She knew it would come to this
– she had known it the second he turned off the lights and started for her like a
predatory animal. And she had let it happen!
And for better or worse, it was facing her this very second!


Chapter 3

Rick was pressing her down into the couch. He was so heavy, so insistent.
Nancy tried several times to twist herself free, trying to hook one leg around his and
pull herself out from under his naked body. But the young man held her firmly pinned
to the cushion. Nancy realized clearly now what was going to happen to her. He was
going to fuck her, actually drive that big hard thing into her cunt! She felt panic rising
in her chest!
Fucked! What if she got pregnant? What would happen to her schooling then? And
some of the girls said the first time a boy fucks a woman, it hurts. Nancy didn't want to
feel pain. She just wanted Rick to leave her alone now. They'd had their fun kissing and
feeling one another. Now it was time for Rick to go and leave her alone.
"Please, don't. I don't wanna do this any more," Nancy pleaded in a little girl's voice.
She was almost trembling with fear.
"Stop now? You crazy?" Rick breathed in her ear. He was burrowing his mouth into
her neck, smoothing his hands down her sides, feeling how her narrow waist dipped in
as he hunched against her nylon-covered cunt.
His cock had slipped lower now, pressing almost under her cuntmound. Nancy had
soaked her crotch panel so much with juice, she could feel every ridge of Rick's cock as
he dry-fucked her. It was pushing up the wet nylon between her cuntlips, scraping the
garment against the velvety wet surfaces of her pussy. Nancy closed her eyes and
sucked in her lower lip. Oh, it felt so good! Would regular fucking feel like this? Would
his dick reaming out her tight little cunt make her shudder like this, make her raise her
ass off the bed and silently beg for more?
Nancy's brain whirled around as she rolled her ass up to increase the friction of her
bloated, soppy cuntlips pressing against Rick's cock. "Oh no, don't..."
But there was no conviction in her voice now. She was almost begging him to take off
her panties, to play with her pussy, to stick that awfully hard, big dick into her.
"You want it Sad, honey. Oh, Nancy, you been wantin' it bad for a long time. Shit,
you're so wet down there..."
To illustrate his point, Rick slid one hand between their bellies again, slipping it down
to her soaked panties. Nancy shuddered when she felt his calloused fingertips slide
under one elastic legband and touch her cuntlips. She groaned, her tits jiggling from
her jerky movements as his fingers worked greedily all over her pussy. He was rubbing
the lips softly together, working their slippery edges against one another. More creamy
foam started oozing from her cunt-crack, wetting his fingers.
Nancy could hear the slick clicking of his palm against her twat. She let out a low
shuddering moan again.
"No!" she protested, bucking frantically against his hand.
"Yeah, Nancy. Shit, you're so fuckin' hot you could probably boil a couple of dicks in
there. I don't know why you haven't done anything about it till now. But I think you're
gonna be one hell of a wild fuck!" Rick said, drawing his hand away.
Nancy sighed with temporary relief as the young man adjusted his position. Then she
felt him go after her in earnest. He was holding her so tightly by the shoulders his
fingers hurt her. His thighs were working her panties down from her hips as his cock
seemed suddenly to grow even hotter. Nancy finally realized the sensation of his dick
became so much more intense because her panties had been slowly peeled off, exposing
her cunt completely now.
"NOOOOO!"
The young blonde's panties had been twisted aside and pushed down. Rick's hot
dickhead was actually touching her pussy, its smooth shiny surface plowing through her
blonde cuntal curls and edging up to her cuntmouth. Nancy shuddered with fear and
excitement. Why was it so damn exciting for her to know his cock was at her cunt?
Was she that hot for a fucking? Was she so anxious to feel a man's dick trenching out
her pussy that she would throw away all those years of moral training, all her fears
about getting knocked up by some stranger?
That answer came when Rick curled his fingers around one legband and yanked down
hard, ripping the girl's panties from her body. Only part of the waistband remained on
her belly as the young scholar went to work.
"What are you doing?" Nancy cried.
Slowly Rick started sliding down her body, kissing her tits, sucking on her hard nipples,
then moving on down. The blonde teenager sucked in lungfuls of air as she felt his
tongue slither along her hot belly, its pointed tip digging into her navel before traveling
down until she felt its hot wet surface brushing her pussy curls.
"Mmmmm... pussy."
Nancy felt him rub her pussy-lips together again. She sensed his breath blowing
through her cunt-hairs. His mouth was almost over her cunt. His hands worked over
her body. They seemed to be all over her at once. Sometimes the young woman felt his
fingers digging into her asscheeks, kneading her ass lovingly. At other times he was
fingering her tits, playing with the nipples, creasing them with his fingernails then
letting them pop back up as he still licked her belly.
Oh God, she was letting him do anything to her – things her girlfriends didn't even tell
her about!
And then he moved down farther. She felt his tongue sliding through her pussy-hair,
down until she could feel his lips trailing over her cuntlips. Oh, he was going to suck
her cunt, move his tongue into her juicing slit! How perverted, how degrading!
And yet when she felt his hot tongue licking her fleshy cuntlips, lapping up the creamy
foam oozing from her pussy, Nancy forgot about how terrible something like
cuntsucking might be to the outside world. The outside world just didn't exist any more
for her. Time and action stood still. As she writhed under Rick, the young woman
forgot about everything but her pussy and the young man bent on satisfying both
himself and her.
"Mmmmm..." His moaning made her pussy reverberate with delight.
Nancy snapped her legs together, trapping his head beween her fleshy thighs. She could
feel that tongue still wiggling around, scraping the slick walls of her pussy. Soon the
blonde teenager found herself hunching up to him, squeezing her sphincter and
actually feeding Rick her cunt. She wanted more of him inside!
His tongue kept jerking from side to side, now working up toward her stiffened clit. He
sucked and swallowed her juices, moving his fingers down to her wet thighs and pulling
them farther apart so he could breathe more easily. And as good as this wonderful
sensation was, Nancy wanted more!
Rick pushed his tongue between the tight line of her bloated cuntlips and up toward
her clit. The young woman held her breath, digging her head into the soft leather
cushion. Her knees came up slightly from the couch, then fell back down. Her
breathing became shallow and uneven.
Nancy exploded as he shoved higher until his nose was pushed into her clit. His tongue
kept scraping around her hot cunthole, sopping up her pussy-juice as his fingers kept
working her thighs over. The young woman couldn't believe this kind of sensation was
possible! Her heart was going to rip right through her ribcage!
Nancy felt as if she'd been running a wild race for the past hour. Her mind spun; her
pulse raced; her flesh was hot and wet. And still she was begging for more, hunching
up against Rick's face, twisting around under his body and groaning as the tight, hot
ache between her legs became worse and worse.
"I'm not gonna wait," Rick said, his jaw set and firm.
Nancy didn't have to wait to see what he meant. He slid back up, pushing one hand
between their bodies. When she felt two fingers of his start to worm into her pussy, the
young woman stiffened, snapping her legs together and squeezing her sphincter. What
was he trying to do? He was forcing those fingers up her cunt, actually grunting with
the effort as she struggled to get away. "What...?"
"Hey, take it easy. I'm gonna pop that cherry of yours... if you got one. I'm not gonna
have all that blood on my cock."
Blood? Oh, the pain – the pain she'd heard her mother and the girls at school talk
about. The excitement of several minutes before evaporated under the blinding terror of
being hurt by this near-stranger.
Nancy cried out and tried to jerk herself free. But Rick was ready for her, shoving her
back on the couch while drilling those two fingers farther into her wet cunt.
"No, oh help!" Nancy cried in earnest.
"You crazy? You want the whole damn place up here?" he whispered angrily,
raising)his free hand and bringing it down hard in a broad arc.
Nancy couldn't believe someone would hurt her like that. Even when his open palm
crashed against her face and stunned the girl into silence, Nancy stared open-eyed at
Rick. He'd hit her – actually hit her! She whimpered, feeling the sting of his fingers still
on her cheek.
Then another pain took her attention away from her face. Nancy could feel him
pressing his fingertips against the thin membrane of her cherry. She gasped, her body
shaking violently. It was a small needle of pain now, tentatively pressing forward as he
worked his fingers gently against the barrier. Then he pushed forward a little harder,
making the girl tense and back up.
"Sit still and it won't hurt so much," he ordered.
Nancy tried. But the fear was just too much for her. She begged him to back off,
pleaded with him not to hurt her, not to make her bleed. But Rick ignored her
completely, playing with her tight cherry before finally ramming his hand home.
"OHHHHH!"
"Easy, baby, easy."
"It... hurts!"
Rick's fingers were in to his knuckles. Nancy was panting, wishing the whole thing
would be over. Fucking wasn't all that great, especially if there was so much pain
involved. Beads of cold sweat broke out on her forehead as she curled her arms around
the young man's neck and held on tightly. There was no use in fighting him off. He
was going to do what he wanted in the first place. All she should do was hold on and
pray the pain wouldn't be too terrible.
"There," Rick said, relaxing.
Nancy was surprised. There had been a sharp concentrated jolt of pain followed by...
nothing! She wiggled around, feeling his fingers moving along the sides of her cunt.
Nothing!
"Is that..." She didn't want to say "all". Nancy felt there would be something indecent
about complaining about the lack of pain.
"It's done, babe. Now..."
Thank God what pain remained slowly ebbed away, taken over by the incerasing
pleasurable spasms of her cunt. Rick rested his body on hers. She felt his cock rubbing
her cuntlips once more, inching up and down, the sensitive groove on the underside of
his dick moving over her juicing pussy-slit. He was moaning, enjoying this kind of
fucking for the moment. His dickhead rubbed her clit several times, making Nancy
wallow her shoulders against the sweat-slicked leather cushion beneath her. Her head
rolled from side to side, strands of her blonde hair clinging to the corners of her mouth.
A low, steady groan came from her mouth as she waited impatiently for Rick to get on
with his fucking.
The young man quickly obliged her. Holding the young woman down again, Rick
squeezed his asscheeks together and dragged his prick up until it was poised at Nancy's
twat. Centering the head over her cunt the young man relaxed his thighs and ass,
letting his cock sink into her hole like a hot poker dropping into a tub of butter.
"OOOOHHHH!"
Nancy cried out as his cock slid in, feeling her pussy-lips closing over it tightly. Rick
moved his thighs sensuously from side to side, twisting his cock, reaming out her tight
hole so the young woman could feel every square inch of his prickshaft working into
her. His dick disappeared inch by hard throbbing inch, sinking into her hole with a wet
sucking sound.
Nancy kept on crying out and moaning, feeling light and wonderful as her pussy was
being stretched wide open to take the fat hunk of cockmeat thrown at her. "Oh baby..."
Rick was kissing her passionately, his teeth at times cutting her lips and her chin. She
opened her mouth and sucked in his tongue hungrily as more of his dickmeat slipped
into her. The young woman felt so weak, so small under the young man.
"You move... shit, you're like a... un-nghhh!"
Nancy was learning how to twist under a man, how to make him feel more excited and
passionate than he ever thought he could. When she arched her back and tilted her
pussy downward Rick's dick scraped against her pussy-walls hard, making him breathe
unevenly at that intense sensation. He grunted with pleasure and slid his fingers down
her waist, moving them over her plump asscheeks.
Nancy rolled her hips up, squirming against his cupping hands. He held her like that
and fucked deep and hard. Soon the young man was all the way in her, his balls
bumping against her cuntlips. Nancy cried out and nipped at his lips. She was babbling
nonsense, unable to think clearly as a whirling ball of sexual hunger swelled deep in her
belly.
"Feel good, doesn't it, baby? Isn't it the best feeling you ever had?"
"Oh... yes, yesss!" she hissed.
Nancy felt the rushing of his cock increase until she thought he was going to burn her
pussy up. He was hammering at her clit, beating it with his hard cock. Sweat dripped
off his forehead and splashed onto her face and shoulders, and his legs kept hers spread
apart and pinned to the couch. She wished she could move around more, increase the
already intense sensations rippling through her pussy.
But Rick wanted to be in control. And he was so strong and heavy, there was little more
Nancy could do than submit to him.
"Christ, you're tight," he commented. Nancy rolled her eyes up and looked at him. His
face was drawn as beads of sweat streaked down his cheeks to his chin. His eyes were
closed and his nostrils quivered with the effort of fucking her.
Nancy felt her insides being pulled out every time he slid his dick to her outer cuntlips.
It was then that he opened his mouth and let out a soft sigh, wiggling his ass, reaming
out her pussy-mouth before relaxing and letting his cock sink back into her cunthole.
Nancy couldn't look at him any more. She closed her eyes and twisted her face toward
the back of the couch. She was close – oh so close. She felt that strange icy fire burning
up her pussy. Soon she'd be exploding into orgasm – only this time, it wouldn't be a
hot dream. There was a dick inside her, a man's cock about to shoot out that white
spunk she'd heard so much about. Would it burn her? Some of the girls swore a man's
jizz was like boiling oil, actually scalding a woman's cunt when it came shooting out.
"Man, gonna... gonna shoot... soon..." Rick panted between strokes.
Nancy held on tightly, her plump ass dancing on the cushion. Her clit burned with the
weird tickle of his cockhair raking it. She dug her heels into the couch and twisted
around, waiting for the inevitable.
"Oh, hurry... hurry..."
Rick was pistoning his dick into her. The room was filled with the wet slick sounds of
his cock rubbing fast and hard against her pussy-walls. Nancy groaned, her moans
quickly turning to a high-pitched wail as she teetered on the brink of orgasm. She
didn't care who came into the room. She didn't care if half the dorm rushed in to see
who was being killed. All the young woman could think about was the fire raging in
her cunt, radiating into her belly, her asshole, her tits. She was one throbbing clit now
– a hellcat, gasping, crying, sobbing for more cock.
The young man kissed her hard now, peeling her lips back over her teeth. Nancy felt
her cunt throbbing, contracting, grabbing at the trenching dick. With another groan the
young blonde shoved up her ass, squeezing her pussy-muscles as tightly as she could
around Rick's cock while feeling herself teetering over the edge.
"OHHHHH!"
Nancy felt her cuntal muscles contract again, almost painfully. Rick squirmed on top of
her, his body shuddering violently. Nancy opened her mouth and dragged in a lungful
of air. She was choking, being smothered by her own lust.
"CUMMMM!"
Rick shouted the word, then buried his face in the hollow of her neck and started
pumping his ass up and down. The young woman shouted back, feeling the steady
pulsing of his dick as the boiling jizz spurted from his dickhead and burned its way into
her hole.
Nancy thought she'd die! It felt as if the world around her were exploding and crashing
in on her! Nothing in her life had ever made her feel like that. Her cuntwalls spasmed
and clutched at his jerking dick as more and more spunk shot into her. "Ohhhhh...
unnnnghhh!" Nancy kicked one leg into the air, digging her fingernails hard into Rick's
broad back. She felt her cunt relax, then tense up again, trembling with erotic tension.
Spasm after delicious spasm ripped through her again and again. Both of them grunted
and panted, each trying to catch his breath as the multiple orgasm went on and on.
The young woman was feeling herself flying out of control. She bit his neck hard and
rubbed her cunt against him in a final rut. Oh God, she was finally a woman now –
fucked! No more innocence for her. She'd been kept in ignorance too long. And now
her willing body told her a whole new wonderful world was opening up to her.
With that thought the young blonde felt far away and dreamy. She wished they could
fuck and fuck forever. She could smell their sweat, taste the spit drying on her lips. Her
neck was raw from the constant rubbing of the stubble on his cheeks and chin. And
everything – everything! – was so wonderful!
"Man, I knew you were hot," Rick said in a soft voice, pushing himself up and looking
down at her, "but I didn't know you were some kind of hellcat!"
Nancy lowered her eyes. She felt ashamed, yet at the same time oddly pleased with his
assessment of her. Yes, she had been curious, wanting to feel everything at once. All the
other girls had been experimenting with boys since they had been thirteen. She'd been
Miss Little Goody Two Shoes, always listening to what her mother and father had said
about fucking. Well, now it was her turn. She was making up for lost time. Whether or
not doing this all the time was good was something Nancy knew she'd have to examine
more carefully in the light of day. Right now, she was enjoying the wild sensation of
coming down from a good, hard, mind-bending fuck.
"I... hope you don't... tell anyone." Nancy thought of Mr. Bettingfield for some strange
reason.
"Don't worry about that," Rick said reassuringly, smoothing his fingers over her right
tit.
Nancy looked at him. He seemed sincere enough. But she thought she caught a
resemblance to Mr. Bettingfield's smile when Rick moved his eyes back to her and
winked playfully.
Could she trust him? What they had done was wonderful, and she would have done it
again. But could Rick keep their secret?
Oh God, she hoped so!


Chapter 4

"You and Rick... studying tonight?" Linda asked with a smirk, putting down her history
book and curling up into a ball on her bed.
Nancy had gathered some of her books and notes together, glancing at herself in the
bureau mirror before taking off for the upstairs lounge. It was nearly nine-thirty.
"Yes. I'm almost through with Shelly," Nancy said a little nervously, purposely avoiding
her roommate's eyes.
The young blonde knew there had been rumors about her and Rick during the past
week – especially since they only studied together late at night in a relatively deserted
area. Once or twice the young woman knew her friends had sneaked up the stairs to
the lounge, peeking in, hoping to find something going on. Both she and the young
man had been careful not to fuck around in the lounge again.
Fortunately for them, Rick's roommate had been called back home because of some
family trouble. Nancy didn't inquire further. She was happy to be with the young man,
happy to experiment almost every night with him into the exciting mysteries of sex.
And all this without any threat of being discovered! The two of them would wait until
the coast was clear, ducking out of the lounge for his room. There had been several
close calls, but nothing had been found out.
Eventually interest in their activities died. Only Linda and Mr. Bettingfield seemed to
show any concern about what might be going on.
"Those books must be fascinating," the brunette said, her voice dripping with cynical
irony. "I'll bet you're just going to sail through that course with an A."
Actually, Nancy had become concerned about her studies. She and Rick could barely
concentrate up there in the lounge, their conversation often turning toward sex when
they were supposed to be analyzing poetry. Nancy just couldn't turn her mind away
from lying with Rick, feeling his body crawl over hers, feeling his cock worming into
her clutching, tight, hot, wet cunthole. How could she sit primly next to him with those
thoughts whirling around in her head?
But soon both of them realized she would have to start studying, or her poor grades
would indict them both.
"I'll do all right," Nancy said, shrugging her shoulders as she walked toward the door.
"I bet you will. Well, the hard life of books isn't for me. Too bad you don't fool around
– you know what I mean? Ohhh, I could tell you stories about what Bob Dennis and I
do... when we... uh, study." Linda spat out the last word like a knife, making Nancy
shrink just as she reached the door.
"I'm not interested," the young blonde said, opening the door and stepping into the
hall.
"Too bad. Still, when you go up to the lounge you'll find Bob there with his brother.
We're going to make it a trio tonight. Oh, too bad you're so proper. Wouldn't I have a
story to tell you tonight!" Linda giggled, licking her bare knees.
"They're up there?" Nancy said, feeling her flesh crawl.
She didn't like the way Bob looked at her, his hard dark-brown eyes reminding her of a
sewer rat's. He didn't belong in college. The rugged young athlete looked more like a
detention home runaway. In fact, there were rumors he had been on some public
rehabilitation project and that the state had gotten him into the school under that
program. He was an animal-pure and simple. Considering Linda's morals, Nancy
wasn't too surprised her roommate liked him.
"Uh-huh. I told 'em I'd be there around this time. But I'm gonna be late. Don't worry,
they don't bite – unless you want them to." Nancy frowned at the last remark. "All
right, all right,"
Linda said, growing impatient at her roommate's prudery. "Just say I'll be up in a few
minutes. You and your Sir Galahad can crawl into come corner up there and study."
Nancy didn't particularly feel like going up to the lounge now, even if Rick would be
there to protect her. Whenever Bob and his brother stared at her, she felt like a piece of
raw meat on the hoof. But she had little choice.
"Hurry up," Nancy said, closing the door behind her and moving quickly to the stairs.
No, they wouldn't try anything – the lounge was too public. But as she climbed the
stairs, she remembered thinking the same thing about Rick that first night he had
fucked her. Not only did he try something, he succeeded in turning her into a sex
machine.
Well, these two were different. They were filthy, dirty-minded animals whose minds
continually wallowed in the gutter – a perfect match for Linda, Nancy thought smugly
as she reached the top of the landing and pushed open the recreation room door.
"Hi! Linda said she'd be up in a few minutes," Nancy said as brightly as she could to
the two young men standing near the center of the room.
"Damn broad's always late," Bob muttered, glancing down at his wristwatch. His more
slender brother stood silently by the Coke machine, studying the young blonde as she
moved gracefully through the room, laying her books carefully on the coffee table in
front of the green leather couch.
Only now did Nancy realize Rick wasn't there yet. She felt uneasy as she opened her
books and spread her notes carefully on the table.
Several minutes of silence passed. Occasionally Nancy glanced up through her lashes
and spotted Bob and his brother, Greg, making sure they kept their distance. At times
the young blonde thought they were stalking her, about to pounce upon her at any
second. But that was silly – Linda or Rick would be up here in a second. She had to
concentrate on her studies. "Hey, that damn broad's ten minutes late. What the fuck's
wrong with her... can't she tell time?" Bob said angrily as he glanced at his watch.
"I wish you wouldn't use that kind of language around me. Linda might like it, but..."
Nancy wished she could have taken those words back. She watched Bob's eyes grow
round, then narrow at her comment.
"Oh, so little Miss Prissy-ass doesn't like to hear nasty words, huh? How about words
like fuck... like what you and that little wimp's doin' every night?" Bob said, his mouth
turning up into a cruel smile.
Nancy flushed beet-red, failing back against the couch. How could he say something
like that to her, almost shout it out in public? Her heart pounded as she drew her
hands protectively over her chest. Where were Rick and Linda?
"She can't speak. Too bad. Hear she's not doing too well in class. Maybe if she keeps
her mind off cocks..." Bob said, folding his thick muscled arms across his chest and
sneering at Nancy.
The young woman felt her fingers tremble and vuttv Sssy. TYve pxvcvi m ftotvt of her
blurred as she listened to the two men move toward her.
"Maybe she doesn't like to talk to guys like us... you know, not the kind out of frat
row," Greg said with a sneer that matched his older brother's.
"Maybe we don't need her roomie," Bob said, turning around and winking at his
brother.
"Yeah, if this one's good enough for Rick and the old prof..."
"That's not true! I'm not doing... anything with Mr. Bettingfield," Nancy said, feeling
her eyes burning with tears.
"Yeah, but you didn't say anything about Rickie, did you?"
Bob was enjoying playing cat and mouse with her. Nancy slammed her book shut with
a bang and stood up, gathering her notes together in a neat pile.
"I'm leaving," she said, walking by the older Dennis brother, eyes straight ahead.
The young blonde didn't expect him to grab her by the elbow and shake her books
from her hands.
"OH!" Nancy cried, her face pinching up in pain. His fingers were digging into the soft
flesh of her arm.
"You'll leave when I say so, chick," Bob said, his smile disappearing.
Nancy jerked her head around and looked at Greg standing on the other side of her.
They were crazy! They had to be acting like this in the lounge when Rick or Linda
could come in at any second! All she had to do was scream. But of course, that would
be the last resort. God only knows what these two would do to her if she got them into
trouble.
"You're hurting me," Nancy said in a tiny voice.
Both brothers relaxed a bit, staring at her and grinning broadly.
"Gee, that's too bad. You see, we're horny as hell and we thought Linda could take care
of us right away. But since she's not around, well, we got you..."
Nancy's eyes bugged out. She shrank back from Bob, moving her head slowly from left
to right. They were going to rape her right here!
"Stop it! Stop or I'll scream!" Nancy cried, doubling over and jerking her hand free
from Bob's tight grip.
She scrambled over the pile of books and papers scattered near the coffee table, her
hands flailing out in front of her, her hair streaming behind. She had to get away from
these crazy men!
"Get her, man, before she gets away!" Bob shouted to his brother.
Nancy stumbled over a low cushion on the other side of the big couch, and pitched
forward. She felt herself sailing through the air, her legs tangling together behind her.
She cried out, closing her eyes and covering her face protectively with both hands as
she tumbled in a heap to the floor near the exit.
Bob ran up to her and grabbed the young woman tightly by the wrists, jerking her up
to a sitting position and warning her with a growl not to make a sound or he'd really
hurt her.
"Gonna get a good piece of ass tonight – both of us. Let's take her out to our own frat
house. Yeah, baby, we got a place just like those rich bastards you like to pal around
with. It might surprise you to see who's there."
Nancy felt a hot flash rush through her body as Bob dragged her up from the floor and
steadied her. For some reason this horrible incident was exciting her. She felt her clit
push to the top of her cunt, and her pussylips started to swell. The young blonde
wrinkled her forehead, concentrating on the hot tight feeling raking over her young
pussy.
What was happening down there? Why was she turning on to their insults, her pain?
"Don't take me anywhere, please," Nancy pleaded as Bob folded one arm behind her
back and squeezed his fingers down on her wrist. A dull pain throbbed in her shoulder.
"Linda's been around too much... with us and with everybody else. You're new stuff,
babe – and hot, too, I'll bet," Greg said as his brother shoved Nancy out the exit.
"Pick up her shit and bring it along to the car. Don't want her boyfriend or roomie
gettin' ideas she's *been kidnapped. Yeah, baby, you think you've been kidnapped, but,
man, you're not gonna want to leave when we get through with you."
Just then, Nancy wiggled free, jerking her hand away from Bob and whirling around.
She caught sight of his surprised, pained face when she jerked one knee up and crashed
it into his groin. Bob let out a grunt, doubled over and fell to his knees as Nancy
backed away, then turned and started down the stairway.
"Get her!" Bob shouted to his brother.
Nancy's feet flew down the stairs. She was on the first landing below the recreation
room. Why couldn't she scream? Her vocal cords seemed paralyzed. From the corners
of her eyes she saw Greg flying at her like a bat out of hell, his hands stretched out, his
face grim and determined.
"No!" the girl cried.
He was on top of her just as she started down the second set of stairs to the floor of her
room.
Linda was probably in her room, still wondering how long she could keep the Dennis
brothers waiting before showing up. While she lay in bed, Nancy was being jerked back
by the hair, her body slammed against the wall. Greg pinned her to the concrete, his
fingers wrapped tightly around her wrists and pushing her arms into the small of her
back. His legs kept her from moving at all. He was an animal-filthy, foul animal, his
body hurting her, crushing her against the concrete wall behind her.
"I could crush your fuckin' skull for doing what you did to my brother. But, baby, we
got better things for you back at the house. You're gonna really pay for what you did!"
Greg growled, backing away suddenly and raising his hand above his head.
Nancy already knew what was going to happen. But where were the girls? Where was
Linda, Rick? Where was everyone who was usually around, spying on her?
Nobody was there.
As she watched that big paw-like hand descending through the air, cutting a broad arc
toward her face, Nancy offered up one last prayer that someone would suddenly burst
in from the corridor and see them. Then there was a sharp jolt, the sound of his open
hand smashing hard against the side of her face, and blessed unconsciousness.
When the young blonde came to, she found herself bundled in the back of the Dennis
car. Bob was driving and Greg sat on the other side of the rear seat, his eyes riveted to
her.
"Ohhh..." Nancy groaned, holding her head in her hands and closing her eyes.
The pain throbbed. She sucked in a deep breath and opened her eyes again. The Dennis
boys had taken her by force from the university to... where? Where were these two men
dragging her off to? The young woman moved her hands together just under her chin
and fought down a whimper. Nancy could tell Bob and Greg enjoyed toying with their
victims, especially when one of them showed any fear.
"Hey, man, she's up," Greg said, shifting position in the rear seat and leaning toward
the young blonde.
Nancy shrank back.
"Where...?" the blonde started to ask. "We told you, remember? We got a place," Greg
said, his eyes studying her carefully.
Nancy felt small, terrified, completely helpless. The other world of university life – of
Linda, of Rick and Mr. Bettingfield – seemed so far away. As the car sped through the
night, Nancy felt as if she were descending into the deep pit of hell. Of course it was all
her imagination. They were going to scare her, then let her go.
But stories about certain events around campus started whirling around in her mind as
Bob turned off the main expressway and started heading north up a small street.
Rumors about girls having gone out with Bob and his brother and not coming back
quite right circulated around campus, although nothing had ever been done about it. A
lot of coeds thought those stories were started by guys who were jealous of the Dennis'
good looks and offbeat lifestyle. Only now those stories came back to Nancy with a
vengeance.
"A place?" she echoed, her voice quivering.
"Yeah, there."
Nancy slid down in her seat and peered over Bob's shoulders. She saw a small one-story
wood-frame house standing at the east end of the street they were on. The
neighborhood looked like one of those working-class areas of the city – neatly trimmed
lawns, small homes, low fences, older cars parked on the street. Few lights were on that
evening in the surrounding homes as they turned into the driveway and stopped.
"Linda's been here before?" Nancy whispered as Bob shut off the engine and turned
around.
"Naw, not here. We got a couple other fun places around town. This time we were
gonna give her a run for her money," Bob said, his eyes glittering again with
excitement. He moved one hand over the front seat and curled his fingers around her
hand. Nancy shivered, not daring to do or say anything! "There's a couple of us on
campus – you know, federal aid types. We don't give up the old ways of runnin'
around so easy," he said, squeezing his fingers and making Nancy wince in pain.
When her forehead wrinkled up and a small whimper escaped from between her lips,
Bob smiled and relaxed his grip.
"We're goin' in. Just shut up and don't yap. Nobody around here cares much about
what's goin' on, anyway," Greg warned, reaching over the young woman and unlocking
the door.
Nancy obediently slid her legs from the rear of the car and stood next to the rear fender
as Bob moved to one side. She inhaled the cool night air. Oh, how good it felt – so
fresh, so clean. And yet, what were these men going to do to her under this calm
evening sky?
"Come on."
Bob pushed her forward roughly, holding her tightly by one elbow as Greg walked in
front of them and fished the house keys from one pocket.
"Nobody's here yet. We told 'em we wanted Linda for ourselves for the first couple of
hours,"
Greg said, stopping on the porch and inserting the key into the lock.
Nancy wondered what they were talking about. It seemed as if her roommate was
supposed to be the main course at a sexual meal.
"Inside," Bob said, shoving her forward.
Nancy stumbled into the darkened living room. Immediately she wrinkled up her nose
and narrowed her eyes in disgust. The place was foul! There was the odor of stale
cigarette smoke and beer and piss hanging in the thick air. She swore she could hear
the sounds of small animals scurrying for safety the moment she crashed in. Rats! In
this place, she wouldn't have been surprised.
"OH!"
The young woman screamed, twisting around and running right into Bob's strong
chest. She kept screaming, clawing at his chest, her legs moving under her as something
tore heavily at her thighs.
"Hey, that's nothing, baby. That's King. Hey, boy, come on and meet Nancy. She's a
little stuck-up... you know, broomstick up her ass and everything. But I think she's
gonna loosen up in a while," Bob said, holding onto the girl while his brother closed
the door behind them and flicked on the light.
Nancy turned around and saw a large black Doberman pinscher standing to her right,
his stubby tail wagging back and forth, his pointed ears tilted slightly back. He looked
friendly enough, although Dobermans always reminded Nancy of those Nazi
concentration camp movies.
Staring at his glistening black coat, his long pink tongue hanging from one corner of
his mouth and his glistening black nose, the young woman felt her flesh crawl.
"You know, I don't let women – my women – " he added possessively " – do shit to
me like you did," Bob said suddenly.
Nancy jerked her head around and stared at the handsome young man holding her.
There was an unnatural gleam of anger and revenge in his steely blue eyes. His fingers
tightened around her arms. Nancy knew he was referring to her hitting him in the
crotch with her knee back at the dorm.
"I... I'm..."
No, she couldn't say she was sorry. She'd done that to survive and would have done
that again.
"Hell, you gotta learn some manners... especially since you're going to a big fancy
university," Bob said ironically.
He let go, then struck her in the belly with his fist. She gasped in pain, staggering to
one side and doubling over. She'd only once before suffered such breathlessness, when
she'd fallen off her bike as a child. Tears of pain welled in her eyes.
"Oh God!" she gasped as Greg took her by one arm and wheeled her around.
She was slammed up against a wall, her head banging against the plaster hard and
nearly knocking her unconscious. Under her, she could hear the animal barking
excitedly.
Her ordeal, Nancy now realized, had only begun.


Chapter 5

"Why... are you doing this to me?" Nancy panted unevenly.
She raised an arm protectively over her face, drawing in deep breaths through her
mouth. Her tits rose and fell heavily as rivers of sweat trickled down the sides of her
face.
"When I saw you, baby, I knew you dug this kinda shit. Man, you're up there with the
college boys, but you're just like Linda – at home in the gutter."
Bob had dropped what little polish he'd acquired at school. He was slouching in front
of her like some creature from hell, his powerful body rippling under his tight-fitting
Levi's and his red flannel shirti The shirt was open all the way, revealing his hairy chest.
In spite of herself the young woman felt a flash of excitement, and again her clit pushed
up to the top of her cunt.
"Wonder if her tits are as big as they seem?" Greg said out loud. "You know...you think
she wears one of those padded bras?"
Nancy knew each Dennis brother was goading the other at her expense. She shuddered
under Bob's concentrated gaze.
"Naw, she's a natural girl. But just to make sure..."
Nancy felt his hands crawling up her blouse, slowly unbuttoning the first three buttons,
then tearing off the others. She shivered and stiffened but made no move to stop him.
Bob's face quivered with anger and lust, then softened once more into that ironic smile
that made her sick!
"Nice fat tits," he murmured, smoothing his fingers over her exposed mounds.
When Rick did that, Nancy would respond with a thrilling approval, hooking her
fingers around his neck and actually feeding him her boobs. But now all she had was a
sinking sensation in the pit of her belly. She was an unwilling victim of what she was
sure to be a sick rape. His fingertips were traveling over the tops of her rounded tits,
squeezing the resilient hot flesh, toying with her. Then she felt his palms pressing
against the cups of her bra, his fingers curling around the small piece of material
holding her halter together. With a violent jerking movement to either side her bra tore
in two, falling uselessly to either side of her tits.
"Yeah, man," Greg said, moving over to the young woman and feeling her tits along
with his brother.
Two men – two handsome sadists working her over at the same time! Their fingers
molded her firm titflesh, pinching the nipples the way Rick would do when he was
exciting her. But now a new sensation started deep in the pit of Nancy's belly – a
sensation the young woman had never felt before. It was somehow linked to the pain
and fear she felt right now. As her terror grew, so did this strange kind of sexual
excitement.
But Nancy didn't have time to analyze this odd feeling any more. She screamed, her
body snapping straight, then banging against the wall. Bob had bitten into one tit just
above the nipple. She felt his blunted teeth digging into her sensitive flesh. Oh God,
was he going to rip it off?
The dog started barking again.
Greg ignored his brother's move. Now down on his knees, he was pulling down
Nancy's skirt and panties and playing with her asscheeks.
"That's it, baby, scream as loud as you want," Bob said, backing away, pleased with
Nancy's reaction. "Ain't nobody around here's gonna turn us in. We got 'em all under
control... scared shitless, most of them."
University crowd? Nancy opened her eyes, blinking away the tears of pain and staring
at Bob and his brother. They no more belonged in a university than Godzilla!
"Hold her," Bob said, backing away and walking into the kitchen.
Greg finished stripping her, peeling down her panties, tearing them finally from her
slim thighs and throwing them to one side. Nancy watched the large Doberman trot
over to the torn briefs and sniff enthusiastically at the crotch panel. Her observation
was interrupted by Bob's return.
"Let's tie up her tits," he said, taking some cord from the back pocket of his jeans and
handing it to his brother. The two men bound her big tits, the thick rope twisted
around her fat boobs tightly and biting into her flesh.
Nancy's body heaved with sobs as tears streamed down her face. This was awful,
terrible! She couldn't believe this was happening in the twentieth century! And it was
happening almost under the nose of the university she enjoyed going to so much. The
brothers had been quick, also tying her wrists tightly behind her with more rope. She
could kick but didn't dare to, remembering part of this scene was because of the knee
jab she'd given Bob earlier.
"Yeah," Bob said, jerking the cords tight around her protruding tits. The pressure of the
encircling cords made her nipples stick out and turn a dark-red.
Nancy sucked in her pouting lower lip and bit down. Why was her cunt feeling so hot,
so wet, so musky now? The young woman could feel her cuntlips swelling, becoming
hot as Bob tightened the ropes around her tits.
"Hey, I think she's juicin' herself," Greg said, passing one hand over her cunt.
The young blonde shuddered at his light touch. His fingers worked frenziedly over her
wet pussy-slit, the tips dipping in slightly and coming out covered with a thin glistening
coat of pussy oil. Feeling an erotic spasm pass over her cunt, the teenager folded one leg
over the other and moved her thighs from side to side.
Oh, it was good to scratch that growing itch that way!
"Got an itch, baby?" Bob said, stepping in front of her and suddenly jamming three
fingers up her cunt.
Nancy's face registered shock and horror. Her eyes went round and her lower jaw
dropped. Her nostrils flared and her fingers clawed at the ropes binding her wrists
together. Bob was twisting his hand around inside her, watching her writhe against the
wall and breathe unevenly. He finished this round by drawing his fingers almost all the
way out, then turning his hand around and pinching his thumb and forefinger around
her stiffened clit.
Nancy cried out again, the cords sticking out in her neck as her head snapped back. Oh
God, the pain, the pain! With all her soul she fought against crying out. That's what
they wanted. She couldn't give them that!
"ARHHHHHHHH!"
The young woman shifted back and forth in wild writhing. Only Bob's hands and
Greg's kept her from crumpling to the floor. She heard herself screaming hysterically as
the pain in her cunt became intense. He was twisting her clit around, threatening to
tear it off as he watched her the way a scientist watches a bug pinned to his dissection
pan.
There was a mercifully sharp explosion in her brain, and then blackness.
Nancy had no idea of how long she'd been unconscious. There was a shocking cold
dampness that brought her back. Nancy shook her head back and forth, coughing,
trying to snap her mind back to reality. In an ugly flash, the young woman
remembered what had happened to her. She knew she'd passed out while Bob and Greg
had been tearing at her sore pussy.
But now she was in another position. She was no longer standing against the wall. Her
wrists were still painfully bound behind her, but she was draped over a living room
chair, the top digging into her belly as her head dangled toward the yellow seat
cushion, her legs were spread wide apart. Behind her she could hear Bob and Greg
laughing smugly, "Ain't so proud now, are you?"
Nancy flushed beet-red, the blood rushing to her head both because of this exposed,
obscene position and the angle of her body.
"Man, I always said she had a good tight ass. But I've gotta find out for sure."
Nancy shivered. She could hear Bob moving behind her, feel his hands sliding over her
asscheeks. His fingers massaged the white, goose-fleshed smooth globes lovingly, then
clamped down harder and forced them apart, widening her narrow asscrack.
"Yeah, a cock'd fit real nice... right... there!"
Nancy shivered. He was touching her asshole, actually running one fingertip over the
gray/pink wrinkled flesh of her shitter.
"No, don't... don't... don't fuck me in the ass! Please, I'll do anything else, but don't do
that," the young woman cried, nearly hysterical now.
Something told her Bob enjoyed doing this to women more than fucking them in the
cunt. It was more painful, more brutal, more humiliating. It therefore had to be on his
list of excitement.
"Keep on begging, honey. Maybe it'll make me change my mind."
The low throaty tone of his voice told Nancy there would be no reprieve for her now.
He had unzipped his Levi's and pulled out his cock. She felt his knees touching the
backs of her legs as he positioned himself for an ass-fuck.
Greg was taunting her, telling her what his brother was doing, calling her all kinds of
names as Bob spread her asscheeks wider and wider apart and hunched forward.
Nancy felt something hot and smooth touching her shitter. It was his dickhead – fat,
red, bulbous, ready to slide into her bowels.
"NOOOOO!" she screamed, wiggling her ass.
She strained at her bonds without success. The ropes cut into her wrists and tits.
Bob held onto the horns of her thighs tightly with both hands, arching his powerful
body back, then hunching forward. He was doing it – actually fucking her in the ass!
She could feel the blunt edge of his cockhead pressing hard against her asshole, forcing
the wrinkled ring inward, making her breathe heavily. Bob's chuckling echoed in her
ears as tiny explosions of fear and pain went off in her head.
"Hold still, damn it!"
Nancy stopped wiggling. She felt him guiding his cock into her ass with one hand. Oh
God, the pain was awful! Her belly bucked and turned over, and her head throbbed and
ached. Slowly the elastic ring of her shitter opened, relaxed, spread apart in reluctant
surrender to the big man's dick.
"AIYEEE!"
The blonde teen's mouth opened, and a wail of grief and agony escaped. She felt as if
someone had driven a metal spike through her bowels. His cockshaft still plowed in,
forcing the slick walls of her bung apart, making her knees bang against the back of the
living room chair. She fanned her toes wide apart and twisted helplessly.
"No, stop... stop... I can't... you're tearing me apart," Nancy panted after she had been
able to catch her breath.
"Man, I'm not gonna stop. Christ, she's a tight little bitch. And, man, what an ass! You
should be fucked like this all the time, baby," Bob said, arching his head back and
looking down at the sight under him.
There was Nancy, draped helplessly over the back of a chair, her arms pulled tightly
around her back and tied together. Her ass was high in the air, tilted toward Bob's dick.
And the young man's cock was speared right into the center of her shithole, her
asscheeks spread wide apart and folded around his throbbing, red-hot prick.
Nancy screamed out again as the young man's thick cock started running in and out of
her shitter. He attacked her brutally, his fingers occasionally drawing large red marks
along her thighs and upper belly. Each time he jammed his cock deep into her butt hole
he pushed her belly down against the top of the chair, knocking that wind she had in
her lungs out of her. Nancy's eyes popped out, her face flushed beet-red from the pain
in her ass and the lack of air in her lungs.
The room spun dizzily in front of her as the sounds of Bob's and Greg's wild laughter
echoed in her ears. In and out, in and out the young man's dick sawed through her
shitter, making the young woman believe he was tearing her body apart.
Was she bleeding, splitting apart under his brutal attack? Nancy couldn't tell. She was
barely able to keep conscious. Several times, just as she thought he was going to slide
his cock all the way out, the young blonde nearly blacked out when he jammed it all
the way in to the hilt.
"Oh God... no... no!"
Nancy felt Bob's body hammer relentlessly against hers. His hips pounded her butt, the
force of his ass-fucking blows knocking the chair forward over the rug. he was getting
close to dumping his load of cum down her ass-channel. She could tell from his shallow
uneven breathing, the wheezing sound coming from his mouth and nose, that he was
close to shooting off.
There was no pleasure involved for Nancy this time around. Her body had been
brutalized, used foully and cruelly by this horrible man.
"Close, man, close!"
Nancy was aware of the pistoning cock in her shithole and the soft slapping of his fat
balls on her butt. Any second, he'd be shooting. His hands held her cruelly. Soft,
growling sounds came from his mouth. He rubbed his crotch against the rounded
curves of her violated ass.
With a final shove and grunt, Bob jammed his cock all the way into her bung and held
it there. Nancy closed her eyes, felling the sour, bitter flavor of bile rising from her
belly. He was firing his jizz into her butthole! Oh God, how sick and dirty she felt!
"UNNNGHHHH... HUHHHHRRR!"
Nancy sobbed, feeling the spasms of his climax "deep in her ass. It was like getting a
hot enema. More and more jizz shot in to her leaking out from her hole and dribbling
down her thighs. The spasming seemed to go on for hours, though only a few minutes
had actually passed. When it was over, Bob relaxed, smoothing his fingers over her butt
and drawing his cock from her hole.
"What you need's a little cleaning up," Bob said in a low voice, wiping his dick with the
flap of his shirt.
For a second Nancy thought it might be softening. Maybe now that he'd taken care of
his brutal instincts he'd let her go. She could never forgive him for what he'd done to
her, but at least she'd be Free – free to let Linda and the Dennis brothers do whatever
they wanted – free to get out of this horrible place!
"Shower?" Greg asked in surprise.
"Why bother when we got one of the best little cleaning rags in town right here."
Nancy turned her head around, peering through the blonde strands of hair curtaining
her face. The two men were grinning at her. What were they talking about? What
cleaning rag were they speaking Of?
Then she felt something warm and furry brushing against one leg. There was the sound
of whimpering followed by a low growl. For some unknown reason, Nancy felt her hair
stand on end as her scalp tingled.
"Get her down on the floor."
Nancy felt hands moving her, pulling her from the chair, standing her up and moving
her around to the wall where Bob had stood her earlier and bound her tits with the
cord. The ropes still clung tightly to her boobs, forcing them to stand straight out from
her chest like two flesh-colored torpedoes.
"Down, baby."
Nancy was forced to the floor, her legs kicked apart. King danced nervously between
the men's legs. The blonde kept working her wrists together, feeling the rope chafe her
flesh cruelly.
Oh, how her shoulders ached from that position! And how her shitter still throbbed
from the awful pummelling it had taken from Bob's dick!
She could still feel his dick fucking her asshole, the fat head edging down toward her
belly, his balls flattening against the rounded curves of her asscheeks as he fucked her
wildly from behind. And now some of that jizz was still leaking from her hole, wetting
her butt uncomfortably as she sat spread-legged, waiting for their next act of
degradation and pain.
"You ever give head, baby?"
The words struck Nancy like a thunderbolt. She knew what the phrase meant.
"NO!"
Oh God, to have a man's dick in your mouth – the same thing he pissed with, fucked
with – the same thing working over your teeth, banging against the back of your
throat! Oh, it was too sick and dirty to think about!
"Man, maybe ol' King'll change her mind when he works her Up."
What were they talking about? Nancy felt dizzy, disoriented, completely adrift. And yet
she still knew right from wrong. She could never let them convince her that taking a
man's dick in her mouth was right! They would rape her there – the way Bob raped
her in the ass – but she'd never willingly suck him off!
Then the young woman realized something was moving toward her, slinking between
her legs. A low muffled growl snapped the girl's attention away from the two Dennis
brothers standing to one side, leering at her. It was King, standing a foot from her, his
head so low she could see his heavy shoulderblades pressed together. His dark-brown
eyes rolled to the top of his head, his powerful sides heaving in and out, his sharp, 
crisscrossed teeth barely visible under his lips, all made the young woman shiver with terror.
Were they going to sic him on her, let him tear out her throat? Nancy had heard of
snuff films – movies where young women were actually killed for the enjoyment of the
audience. Was this a version of that game?
"No... oh God, help me!" she wailed. Nancy bent her knees and tried tucking her legs
under her ass, twisting her face away from the approaching animal and pressing one
cheek against the wall. She heard the big Doberman bark, then bolt toward her. The
young blonde had expected to feel the sharp tearing of fangs into her flesh, to feel his
claws ripping her belly and neck open. Instead, she felt his cold black muzzle press
against her exposed pussy. The touch made her jerk around and straighten her legs as
she cried out in shock.
King was growling, moving his big head back and forth, sniffing her as she lay, bound,
in front of him. Nancy worked her ass back and forth, pressing her back harder against
the wall.
Only gradually did Nancy realize what both Bob and Greg were up to. She was food for
the dog, alright – sexual food. They were going to make her fuck this horrible beast!
She looked up at the two men and had her suspicions confirmed by their amused stares.
"This isn't happening! I won't let it!" Nancy said out loud. If she thought getting fucked
in the ass was terrible, how much more awful this was!
The big dog kept after her cunt, no matter how loudly she screamed, no matter how
much she tried twisting around on the floor, folding one leg over the other, trying to
hide her cunt from his prying maw.
"Yeah, man!"
Tiring of Nancy's reluctance, the big animal pulled back suddenly and twisted his head
to one side, snapping threateningly at the girl's thigh.
The young blonde let out a sharp cry, ending her struggle at that second. Her heels dug
into the carpet as King advanced toward her. But Nancy knew she'd have to give in.
bob and Greg held all the cards, and they wouldn't mind really hurting her if they felt
they had to.
King growled, pressing forward, placing both paws on her thighs and shoving his
snouth forward. Nancy tried worming higher on the bed as she felt the dog's wet nose
plow under her cuntal mound. Why was she breathing so heavily? Why was that
Doberman's touch making her so hot? Instead of the horror she should be feeling,
instead of the outrage she should feel burning inside her, Nancy could only feel a weird
kind of excitement. It was that same excitement she'd felt earlier when Bob threatened
her and tied up her tits.
It had disappeared with that brutal asshole fucking. But now it was back in full force!


Chapter 6

Nancy hated Bob and Greg, hated the dog, hated herself for what was happening to
her.
The whimpering, the scratching claws on the floor, the Doberman's excited breathing
that made his sides heave in and out was confusing the young coed. Nancy closed her
eyes and swallowed lungfuls of air, rolling her head from side to side as she curled her
lingers and dug the tips into the ragged carpeting. King was stuffing his maw into her
cunt, prodding her hungrily between her thighs and growling low.
A dog – a horrible, mindless animal was nosing her, smelling her, actually tasting her
as he coiled his tongue and slid it into the young woman's pussy.
Nancy gasped, jerking her knees up then letting them flop back to the floor. Her flesh
puckered up with goosepimples as sweat trickled down the sides of her face. No, it was
too awful to be happening. No one could possibly get excited with a dog!
And yet, Nancy felt her cunt tightening up, winding up like a spring, clamping shut
with sexual heat every time King's long pink tongue lolled into her tight hot cunt-crack
and pulled out more creamy juice. He shoved his maw forward, his sharp teeth cutting
her bloated outer labes. Nancy jerked forward, snapping her head from the wall then
letting it fall back. He was whining loudly, wiggling his strong black body back and
forth as he stood masterfully in front of her.
Nancy was petrified – petrified with terror, petrified with her own strange reaction to
the dog's licking. He was caressing her with his tongue, moving it up and down her slit,
trying to concentrate on the spots that made her twitch and dance her ass on the carpet.
"Ohhhh, no... oh my God!"
Nancy couldn't believe she was actually opening herself up to him. She still struggled
with the bonds tying her wrists together behind her. Yet the young woman wanted to
get her hands free, not to push the animal away but to caress him, actually guide his
mouth to her cunt.
Oh, what these men would think of her if they could read her mind I How could she,
Nancy Haines, actually be wallowing in a horrible thought like this? What a dam of
sensuality had been inside her! And with what a force had it broken!
The young blonde dragged her body to the right, turning around slightly and letting
herself fall flat onto the carpeting. Her fingernails dug into her asscheeks as she arched
her back and wallowed her shoulderblades on the floor. Slowly the young woman let
her knees fall apart, then drew them up toward her jiggling tits.
How deliciously evil and good it felt when her cuntlips unstuck and peeled back,
revealing more moist folds and hollows of her dark-pink young cunt! She would go to
hell for this! Well, good and fine! Let her! But it was marvelous giving herself
shamelessly to the big black animal towering over her.
His tongue slopped over the tender dark-red inner folds of her pussy, each lick bringing
floods of wild pleasure more intense than the former ones. Nancy gasped, rubbing her
back into the floor, her sexual writhing movements on the floor having turned her
nearly completely around from her original position.
"Oh... ohhhhhh..." Nancy groaned.
For a second the big Doberman quieted down. He was sniffing her hot fuck-tunnel,
dropping his head lower and sliding his broad rough tongue along her asshole. With a
flash of realization the young blonde knew he was tasting Bob's cum that was still
oozing from her shitter!
"Look at 'im gobble it up," Greg commented. Nancy wiggled her ass, hoping the animal
would soon grow tired of his diversion. The young blonde felt a pang of guilt. The big
dog's interest in her ass cooled Nancy's pussy somewhat and let her think of what was
happening. His black nostrils glistened with her cuntjuice. His tongue had dipped into
her cunt, trenched out her snatch, been in a place where she shouldn't even have a
man's dick until she was married.
"No... awful... get away!" Nancy cried in a loud scream, jerking her legs back and
wheeling around from the dog.
King barked sharply and jumped back, his black lips pulled back, revealing his teeth.
Was there any where she could hide, where she could get away from this animal? Panic
ripped through her, making her flesh creep as if someone had dumped slime upon her.
There was nowhere, nowhere to run! She was trapped, helpless! They could do
anything they wanted to her!
"Hell it is, baby, you were enjoying it," Bob said, raising one foot and placing the heel
of his boot against the side of her face. With a savage jerk he sent her scooting back on
the carpeting.
King moved quickly, pouncing upon her, nearly knocking the wind out of her with his
weight. "Ohhhhh!"
The room spun around. Nancy could feel the dog's tongue rubbing against her cuntlips
again, parting them, sliding into her pussy-hole. What was the use? Why should she try
to fight off the animal when he was going to do what he wanted? With a muffled groan,
Nancy gave in – gave in the way she knew she would always give in. She couldn't fight
back! Oh, how could she fight them and herself at the same time?
He was curling his long pink tongue, pushing it around her cuntlips, then moving it up
and petting her clit. The young blonde felt her body burning in a wild fever of
uninhibited lust. His big head was rubbing against both her thighs now. She could feel
his hot breath tickling her pussy-curls as he lapped at her cunt again and again.
"No! Oh God, p-please, no! Don't let me... oh no..." Nancy babbled.
She wanted to feel pain, feel the horror of her situation. Desperately she tried hurting
herself, rubbing her wrists together hard, cutting them with the cord, biting down on
her lower lip until she drew blood. But nothing could take away the hot, tight,
wonderful sensation throbbing between her legs.
Oh, yes, yes! She couldn't resist the big animal wedged between her shivering white
legs. Closing her eyes, Nancy let out a helpless cry of animal hunger-satisfaction! Oh
God, she was going to get sexual satisfaction from a dog!
Nancy rubbed the backs of her legs back and forth over the carpeting, feeling her
cuntlips rub against her steamy pussy-membranes. The big dog moved his tongue up,
slathering down her lower belly, making her pussy-hairs curl up and lie down, heavy
with his spit.
"Ohhh yesss... oh Jeeesussss..." Nancy moaned.
She rolled her ass to one side and spread her knees farther apart, giving King more of
her cunt to eat. He could sense the young blonde coed's growing excitement, and he
whimpered through his nose. Oh God, Nancy felt so hot and wet down there. And how
her cunt spasmed, contracted then relaxed when the Doberman drew his long rough
tongue over her cunt! It had to be one of the best feelings in the world! There wasn't
the sharp, almost agonizing ecstasy of being fucked by a man. No, this was slower,
more deliberate, more teasing than the other.
At times Nancy wished she could have a cock in her – something long, hard, thick and
hot slipping slowly into her cunt, pushing the itchy walls apart, filling her as the wild
sensations raking her pussy grew and grew.
"Oh noooo..."
Nancy tried to rise through the lust settling on her brain. But her body was too keyed
up by the animal's hard licking for her to do anything except he back and enjoy it.
"Man, he's peelin' her wide open... just like an orange," Bob commented as he watched
the girl's pussy-meat glisten under the animal's steady attack.
Nancy had her knees rolled back all the way now. Every inch of her cunt was peeled
back, exposed to the big dog. She gasped and babbled to him as he fucked her with his
tongue. Strings of drool oozed from the corners of her mouth as her eyes glazed over
with animal lust and rage.
Oh, she was going to cum, to reach an orgasm with this animal!
Nancy jerked from side to side like a terrified animal, her fingernails digging into her
back, her knees jerking out, then snapping in, her big tits jiggling on her chest. She
gasped as if she were strangling for lack of air, her mouth working silently as the big
Doberman kept on lapping furiously at her red cuntal slit. The room was filled with the
sounds of his tongue licking her swampy pussy, mixed with the sounds of the young
blonde's moaning.
She rolled her ass back, her feet nearly touching the sides of her head. King moved his
tongue back to her shitter, picking up some of the cum still oozing from her tight
bunghole. Nancy wiggled her ass, silently begging him to go back to her cunt. She was
so close! Every, nerve ending in her body stood on end and crackled with sexuality. Her
skin glistened with sweat as the whirling ball of orgasm grew bigger and harder in the
pit of her belly. "Now... ohhh, h-hurry!" The animal let out a low growl, then nuzzled
once more between her slick cuntlips. Nancy felt her ass and belly muscles cramp up
with excitement. She pitched on the living room carpeting, bucking her ass against
King's opened jaws. She didn't care if he ripped her to pieces with those fangs. In fact,
images of her being torn apart flashed through her mind, driving the girl even wilder
than before.
"Now! Ohhhhhhh, n-now!" she howled.
There was a moment of delicious anticipation. Nancy teetered on the brink of climax,
feeling her heart pounding wildly. Her brain caught fire, and she tossed her head,
feeling her hair splashing over her flushed face. That itching, tantalizing fire suddenly
broke into an explosion, radiating to her legs and belly. King stayed with her as Nancy
flew off into her own world. She bucked and thrashed, her legs kicking out then
flopping back to the floor. At times she rubbed the soles of her feet against the big
Doberman's back, laughing hysterically as his short fur tickled the sensitive places
between her toes.
Oh, how incredible it felt when he licked and nuzzled and panted against her cumming
pussy!
Hot juice oozed from her cunt, wetting her thighs and butt. The final sharp spasms
washed over the young woman. Her body stiffened, twitched violently, danced over the
carpeting as the blonde let out gasps and groans of delight.
When she opened her eyes again, King lay next to her. She'd felt the comfort of a
warm, friendly body, the first one this evening.
"She doesn't look the worse for wear," Bob said as he stared down at the young woman.
Nancy turned her head slowly away, feeling tears welling up in her eyes. She was being
judged by this man – this trash! He was someone – though she would have denied it
earlier – who she looked down upon. And yet there she was, stripped naked under him,
her hands tied tightly behind her, her cunt ravaged by a dog, her ass by him! Who was
the one to be looked down upon? These thoughts and their consequences were too
much for Nancy to bear.
"Don't let the other guys know what's happened. They won't wanna fool around with
her then," Greg said, squatting down and scratching King behind his ears.
The big dog closed his eyes and tilted back his head.
"Here's a car," Bob said, standing up and walking over to the front door. Nancy opened
her eyes and watched as the young man carefully pulled back a curtain and peered into
the darkness. He relaxed and stepped back, flipping open the lock and standing to one
side.
Nancy felt her heart sink to the floor. More men, ready to violate her in possibly more
foul ways than these two had.
"Hi!"
"Hello, Bob, good evening..."
If Nancy hadn't been so exhausted and beaten, she would have screamed with anger,
shame and horror. The man who had just arrived and who was standing in the doorway
was Mr. Bettingfield, her English professor!
"I thought... you were supposed to have... someone else," he said a little uneasily.
Mr. Bettingfield was dressed for the occasion – Levi's, boots, blue flannel shirt covered
with a torn, faded Levi jacket. If she hadn't known better, Nancy would never have
connected him with the university. He looked as much a hood as the others.
"Yeah... well, she didn't show. So we got a replacement," Bob said, glancing at the older
man as he stepped in.
Nancy got the impression the two Dennis boys were enjoying Mr. Bettingfield's surprise
and unease.
"I wouldn't have expected this. But then..."
Nancy looked up at those dark eyes. How often she fantasized about them, about how
they would look when he took her in his arms and made passionate love to her. How
could he possibly respect her now, especially after what had just happened?
"Oh my God," the young woman moaned, closing her eyes. She wished she could have
dropped into a hole.
"Too bad, Nancy. But now you know about our club. My nephews..."
"Nephews!" Nancy felt herself growing dizzy. She consciously folded one leg over the
other, rolling slightly to one side to more modestly hide her pussy. "I thought Rick..."
In spite of her position this sudden revelation stunned the young woman.
"Most of the campus thinks that," Mr. Bettingfield said, swaggering over to her. "They
don't know it was my influence that got my brother's children into school. We kept it
down.
But then I never guessed they'd be the ones to teach me something." He glanced at the
two young men and smiled back at them.
Nancy felt sick to her stomach. How wrong she and everyone around her had been!
The two Dennis brothers, young men everyone else considered little better than some
high school hood bikers, were actually relatives of Mr. Bettingfield.
"By the way, the others won't be here tonight," the English teacher said, his voice
changing to a matter-of-fact tone. "Too many rallies and clubs meeting tonight," he
said, shaking his head, then glancing down at Nancy. "Of course, we can have our own
party. I've been watching this one in class all the time. Looks like you two have had a
chance to sample the young lady's favors." He glanced at the various marks on her
thighs and belly.
"King..." Bob began.
"Ah, yes, the dog. Too bad. I would have enjoyed sampling the girl's cunt," he said,
reaching down and tracing his fingertips along Nancy's cuntlips.
The young blonde inched her head up and wat ched, feeling her cunt come to life
again. Oh, he was touching her, touching her cunt! In spite of her recent orgasm,
Nancy felt her pussy reacting to the handsome young professor's touch. If only he
would play with her, touch her clit, work his fingers into...
"AHHHHHHH!"
Nancy felt as if someone had taken a torch and burned it into her cunt. Her body
stiffened and trembled while her back arched and her shoulders dug into the floor.
There was a shock of pain tearing through her cunt. What had happened? What had
Mr. Bettingfield done to her?
Through a veil of tears the young woman jerked her head back up and saw him still
kneeling by her side, a clump of her blonde cuntal curls sticking out from between his
thumb and index finger. He was snatching her pussy bald, yanking out the fine hairs
cruelly and "smiling at her. He was worse than the young men! They watched him as if
he were their mentor!
Everything they knew, she suspected, they had learned from their uncle. They may have
revealed his latent sadism to him. But then natural talent took over, and soon the pupil
became the teacher.
"Good reflexes. Sensitive. That what you found out?" Mr. Bettingfield asked, shaking
the torn pussy hairs from his fingers and looking up at Bob. "Yes, sir. She's a live one."
"I thought so," Mr. Bettingfield said, smiling smugly at her. "I thought she was a little
whore from the second she walked into the class."
Nancy blushed beet red. So, he'd suspected things about her all along!
"You think I didn't catch you staring at my crotch? Come on," he said, laughing and
rubbing his chin. "I was even going to invite you over to my place for... study. But then
everyone in class would know. I was really, honestly concerned about your grades,
Nancy. That's why, in the end, I gave up trying to get at you and asked Rick to help
you. But I guess it's in the cards that the two of us meet this way."
"Now what?" Bob asked.
"I want to make sure we don't lose her. I think Nancy can give us a lot of pleasure. But
we've got to make certain she isn't lost to us. I'm going to give you a sample, Nancy, of
what can happen to you if you tell anyone about tonight," Mr. Bettingfield said,
returning to the young woman. His voice hadn't changed one bit.
But there was a look in his eye, a look that made the young coed tremble and shrink
back from his touch.
"PLease... don't... hurt me," she stammered.
"But that's just what we... and you, I think, want to do," he countered.
Nancy watched the big man unbuckle his black leather belt and slide it from his pant
loops. Doubling the buckled end over his knuckles, Mr. Bettingfield laid one foot upon
her ass and shoved. The force of that move rolled the young woman over onto her
belly. Nancy grunted, inhaling sharply, smelling the foul odor of burned tobacco and
dog piss reeking from the carpeting.
For a few seconds there was silence. Nancy waited tensely, every nerve in her body erect
and quivering. Then her ears caught the sound of the leather belt whistling through the
air. She stiffened, closing her eyes, knowing what was about to happen. There was a
second of blessed nothingness, then the sharp report of the belt crashing against the
smooth white flesh of her ass.
Nancy said nothing, grinding her teeth together. There was an icy sensation, quickly
followed by burning heat and a shock of needle-sharp pain. The burning sting radiated
to her cunt, making her clit pop out. Oh, it was happening again! She was turning on
to the pain being thrown at her! The young girl shook her head violently as if that
could end the pleasurable spasms beginning to take over her cunt.
Another blow and then another made her asscheeks jiggle under the force. Nancy still
kept quiet, wriggling her hips, feeling her asscheeks quivering as the black leather belt
criss-crossed her butt. Her ass felt as if someone had laid a blowtorch to it. The bonds
holding her wrists together behind her back were wet with blood and perspiration. The
pain in her ass, her shoulders, her wrists all came together.
Nancy cried out finally, gasping, sucking in air, almost drowning in her spittle. Would
the beating ever stop? Trying to stop from shouting in pain, Nancy let soft moans
rumble from her throat.
Oh God, if only she could lose consciousness as before!


Chapter 7

The belt kept on lashing her buttocks. The pain was making the young woman cry out
every time the leather sliced into her flesh. She could feel large purple welts rising on
her ass. Her entire body seemed to be twisted in pain.
The only hope she had was that her ass would finally become numb. Nancy had heard
stories about men being beaten in concentration camps. After a while they couldn't feel
the blows. Maybe that would happen to her!
Something had to happen soon. Her body started shaking in convulsive jerks. The
young blonde thought she was on the brink of losing her mind. "Just a little bit more,"
Mr. Bettingfield said in an attempt to control his emotions.
From the shaky tone of his voice, Nancy and the others knew he was getting carried
away with this scene. And yet, the young English teacher kept beating her ass viciously
with his belt.
Nancy felt the heat of that beating radiating into her cuntwalls. She didn't think she
could take much more of this. Oh, how wonderful it would be to pass out! And yet,
could she? To pass out meant the pain was overwhelming. But Nancy knew she was
already overwhelmed. In fact, she was actually feeding on the sharp painful jolts created
by the lashing belt.
Each time the leather smacked her white goosefleshed skin, the young woman felt a
fresh flash of fire erupt in her pussy. Her thighs were wet with fuck-oil. Shamelessly the
young girl dug her knees into the living room carpeting, shifting her thighs from side to
side, drinking in the wildly delicious, hot sensation of her cuntwalls rubbing together as
the belt kept lashing at her butt.
Nancy passed over the threshold of pain to the realm of pleasure. The blonde couldn't
understand the transition, nor would she ever be able to in later years. But somehow
she had managed to do it.
"Ahhhhh!"
Nancy wanted Mr. Bettingfield to fuck her, to keep on beating her, inflicting horrible
pain as he drove his cock deep into her swampy cunt.
Yes, that's all there was in the world-pain, beating, humiliation, fucking! Instinctively
she knew this. Wallowing like a pig as her ass became criss-crossed with long red
marks, Nancy dry-humped the floor, feeling the scratchy carpet tickle her sensitive
cuntal membranes. Oh God, she needed a cock, a dick, a long hard prick inside her!
"Untie her."
Nancy felt the blows lessen, then finally stop. Someone was fumbling around with the
cords still binding her wrists together. Finally the rope fell to the floor. With a groan of
thanks, the young woman felt her shoulders relax. The throbbing pain had ended.
"You think she's clean down there?" Mr. Bettingfield asked, shoving one booted foot
between the girl's legs.
Nancy felt the cold shoe-leather touch her pussy. Automatically her cunt spasmed shut
and her clit tingled. Nancy groaned, hunching back on the boot, fucking that inanimate
object as Mr. Bettingfield watched with amusement.
"Sure, she's been juicing herself ever since you started layin' the leather to her," Greg
said.
"Yes, she does seem to like leather," the teacher said, wiggling his foot back and forth
from thigh to thigh and watching the teenager's reaction as she kept hunching back
onto his boot.
"We got some stuff here," Bob said, turning around and walking in the direction of the
kitchen.
Nancy was drifting in a world of bright colors and explosions. At times Mr. Bettingfield
pressed his booted foot forward, actually working a small portion of his boot into her
fuckhole. He could have kicked her, maimed and crippled her for life. That possibility
made Nancy groan with fear and excitement. She could feel his boot warming under
her hot cunt, growing wet as more creamy cunt-juice seeped out.
"A little exotic, but let's see how she responds," Mr. Bettingfield said, withdrawing the
foot from the young woman's cunt.
Nancy inhaled sharply when she felt fingers claw at her arms and haul her tormented,
fatigued body up from the floor. She was hot – oh so hot – and yet at the same time
exhausted. It was as if every ounce of energy had been drained from her by the dog's
licking and her beating. She steadied herself, leaning heavily against Bob as Mr.
Bettingfield walked around and stared at her. She felt him trace his fingertips up and
down her tits, raising one then letting it fall heavily back down.
"What if we both fuck her, huh?"
"These two are nothing but a pair of bulls, Nancy. I think you'll enjoy them," Mr.
Bettingfield said, smirking as he tossed his belt over to Bob. "I like leather games, but
I'll give my students and nephews the opportunity of participating in them first."
Nancy gasped as she turned around and saw both Bob and Greg unhitch their Levi's
and push them down. Their dicks were stiff and thick from having watched the young
woman writhe under the dog's licking and jerk on the floor under their uncle's beating.
Oh God, how beautiful and handsome and virile they were! They were going to fuck
her – with leather!
She dropped her eyes and watched as the big black belt dangled from Bob's left hand.
She felt the flames still licking at her ass from the beating. Her cunt was throbbing just
as hard with desire as juice flowed from her pussy-hole and dribbled down her thighs.
Bob got behind her, reaching around and pulling at the loose cords still tied tightly
around her tits. Her boobs rose up like big rocks. The nipples turned red and stiffened
again. Nancy snapped her head back and let out a low moan. Greg moved next to his
brother and took the belt from him, passing the leather between the girl's legs, after
spreading them apart.
"You're right. She's goin' wild," the younger Dennis brother commented, pulling the
belt up to her cunt and rubbing it back and forth across her bloated cuntlips. Soon the
black leather was slick with Nancy's flowing juices.
"Christ!" Bob exclaimed, pulling the ropes so tightly, Nancy thought he was going to
tear her tits off her chest.
He moved around, dry-fucking her with his dick against her belly and kissing her hard
on the mouth.
Nancy fell to pieces. She responded eagerly, kissing him back, driving her tongue deep
into his mouth, feeling his spittle wash down her throat, feeling his fingers cruelly
manipulating the cords wrapped around her tits as his brother slid the leather belt more
tightly up around her crotch. The belt was squeezing juice from her as if her pussy were
an overripe melon.
Nancy groaned again. Both men were on top of her at the same time – both of them,
with Mr. Bettingfield directing them from behind. Bob kept on Frenching her as he
pinched and squeezed and tugged at her nipples. Every time he pinched the sensitive
tips it was as if someone had passed hot needles through her jugs. Nancy's belly and
cunt spasmed in a riot of stimulation. His dick slid up and down her belly on a thick
coating of his cum.
Nancy could tell the younger Dennis brother was hot. He was almost desperate, his
fingers hurting her cruelly and at the same time exciting her as she'd never been excited
before. Pain led to pleasure, which led to more pain. It was a confusing whirlwind that
swept the panting coed helplessly along.
Bob jerked up hard on the leather belt, the sharp edges almost cutting into the girl's
soft wet cunt-flesh. Nancy's legs trembled, her knees buckling as her back stiffened. He
worked the belt back and forth like a jigsaw, watching as the young blonde started
humping her scarred ass back, silently begging for more leather, more friction, more of
the cruelty he was giving her.
With a murmur of sexual frustration Bob dropped the juice-soaked leather belt and held
tightly onto her. Nancy could feel his prick advancing up her butt, inching toward her
tight asscrack. She wanted both brothers in her at the same time. The orgy in the living
room with the animal and the professor's savage beating had shattered the last vestige
of pride. Her modesty had also evaporated. All that was left was a wild hunger for cock
and blood – hers, others – it didn't matter. She wanted thrills and excitement – the
more powerful the better!
"Fuck... fuck..." Nancy panted, tearing her mouth away from Bob and gasping for
breath.
Yes, she couldn't believe a person could get this excited and still not cum, still not
rocket through that wonderful curtain into the realm of orgasm!
Bob rubbed his sweaty belly against hers, sliding his prick up and down, still pinching
her tits hard. His brother's rear assault was faster. The young woman could feel
something hot and wet oozing down into her asscrack. It was Greg's pre-cum, leaking
from his piss-slit, lubricating the area he was going to ram.
Nancy's mind flashed images of how the three of them must look – her bound, her tits
protruding, tied by the plastic cord; Bob in front of her, his dick pressed against her
belly, his fingers pawing her tits; Grey behind her, his hands smoothing up and down
her sides, his fat cock was disappearing fast into the narrow crevice between her
rounded white assglobes.
Nancy cried out, the image having branded itself into her mind. She moaned and
French kissed the oldest Dennis brother more savagely. She wanted to destroy them
with her pussy, kill them with the tense orgasm she felt slowly erupting in her. "Fuck!"
Greg groaned.
She felt Bob's dick cutting into her cunt, peeling back her cuntlips, sliding like a hot
knife into her cunt. At the same time Greg started fucking her from behind. Nancy
whipped her hips back, increasing the sliding movements of her thighs as his dickhead
pressed harder against her assring.
"UHHHHH!"
Nancy's tits rose and fell. Her nipples spasmed under Bob's fingers. His cock drilled
into her cunt, making wet trenching sounds as if he were sticking it into a bowl of wet
mud. Nancy drew her legs together and flexed her thighs, bringing her clit down onto
the pummelling cock.
Mr. Bettingfield smiled from behind Bob, observing them almost dispassionately. Oh
no, he couldn't be watching them doing this without having any feeling! Nancy looked
heavy-lidded at the young instructor. His face, his eyes – nothing showed that he felt
anything! Oh God, if only she could feel his dick inside her, the professor's cock
hammering against her clit, his fat hairy balls swinging up under her cuntal mound!
Closing her eyes and thinking about it made Nancy hotter than ever.
Bob's dick gouged and scraped against her throbbing clit. The young blonde screamed,
throwing her head back, almost laughing with sexual hysteria. She was having an
incredible orgasm.
Wave after spasmic wave rippled through her pussy, making her cuntwalls crash in and
grab tightly onto Bob's sliding cock. The orgasm became more intense, draining every
ounce of strength from the young woman. Nancy whipped between the two men,
sandwiched between two hard dicks that seemed to grow thicker with each passing
second. Behind her, Greg kept fucking her ass. She felt him shivering, his hands
holding onto her thighs tightly as if letting go would send him crashing up to the
ceiling. Nancy cried out, digging her fingernails into Bob's shoulders.
Oh dear God, the aching itch deep in her cunt only seemed to grow more savage! She
was crying out, sobbing, snapping her body from one man to the other, begging them
to fuck her harder, faster, to take care of that awful, terrible itch driving her crazy! Oh
God, why wouldn't it take care of itself?
The orgasm kept going on and on. The brutal pounding from both men continued,
each one trying to outlast the other. They stared at one another over Nancy's shoulders,
sweat burning into their eyes, their nostrils flared like stallions in heat. Nancy felt dizzy,
overwhelmed. Every hole was invaded by dickmeat. That's what was happening to her
– inches of throbbing cockmeat were reaming her out, plugging her holes, making her
a wild woman, a sexual hellcat.
"Man, gonna shoot!" Bob cried out.
Nancy tensed. She felt the two men hammer against her body even more crazily than
before. Her feet skidded across the floor. Her head rolled from shoulder to shoulder as
she felt herself reaching some unspeakable sexual summit.
Then they were both spurting into her. She was being drowned in hot creamy jizz. The
young woman felt like a sponge, dragging all the cum into her cunt and ass. She let the
cum burn into her bowels and snatch, feeling the thick cream ooze from her filled holes
and dribble down her legs.
Yes, she loved getting fucked silly. As the two Dennis brothers slackened their fucking
pace and leaned heavily against the trembling young blonde for support, Nancy felt the
final sexual flash tear through her cunt and shitter. This had been the maximum
amount she could take. All her circuits had been overloaded.
With a final grunt the young blonde crumpled to the floor, her hands trailing down
Bob's chest. She shivered, feeling the two softening cocks slipping from her cunt. Nancy
had turned into a whore, a common slut. She was no longer the sweet little innocent
who blushed red whenever Mr. Bettingfield called upon her. He had seen her writhing
under his belt, begging for more pain, then watched her take on his two nephews at the
same time.
All her pride and morality had crumbled this evening. They could do anything they
wanted with her. She had all the rights of a slave.
"You said she likes dogs?" Mr. Bettingfield said, scratching his chin and flashing a
meaningful look at his elder nephew.
"You want to see?"
Nancy groaned. She was almost delirious. There could be little else they could do to
her. She started crawling on the carpet toward the door.
"Where you goin'?" Greg asked, shoving his dick back into his pants and zipping up.
Nancy could only groan out an unintelligible answer. The men enjoyed watching her
grovel helplessly like that.
"She doesn't look like she's got much life in her," the teacher said, his voice turning
cold. Bending down, he picked up his belt, still slick with the girl's cuntjuice. "Maybe
this'll bring her back to life."
Nancy shivered, bringing herself out of her fog. She'd heard that same tone before he'd
whipped her ass. Feeling the back of her neck crawling with fear, the young woman
rolled her head around and peered up at Mr. Bettingfield.
Suddenly there was a flurry of hands and feet. She groaned. Were they all attacking her
at once? Someone swore and pushed her back onto her ass. There were more curses.
Then someone grabbed at her cunt, twisting the hairs and pulling hard. Nancy
shrieked, kicking out one leg involuntarily as she swivelled around on the carpet. The
tearing sensation ripped through the girl like a knife. It had to be Mr. Bettingfield. He
enjoyed doing things like that.
"AHHHHHHH!"
"Little cunt... cock-tease! Lots of you goddamn little prissy-assed cunts around here,
playing around with us," the professor snarled, grabbing another fistful of her pussy
hair and snatching them from her sensitive cuntal flesh.
Nancy cried out again, doubling her fists and flailing out blindly at the big man.
She felt the belt lash across her face, hitting her lips, her forehead, then it went to her
tits. The young woman tried covering her face with her arms. But the belt bit cruelly
into her skin, making her jerk and twist helplessly on the floor. And when the belt
sliced across her nipples Nancy had to jerk her hands down to her boobs to protect
them. The belt quickly moved back up to her face and sliced across her right cheek,
cutting the flesh and drawing blood.
"Cunt... whore... little slut!" the professor screamed, his face turning dark-red and his
eyes narrowing.
Oh God, he looked like an executioner! Even his nephews looked a little concerned at
this sudden outburst from their uncle. If the boys could only stop him...
But neither Bob nor Greg did. Instead, they watched as he brought down the belt again
and again upon the screaming young blonde. They watched with perverted fascination
as the black leather slashed across the girl's jiggling tits, then moved quickly down to
her belly, drawing small red welts up from her white skin.
Nancy tried several times to roll over onto her belly. At least in that position he
couldn't hurt her cunt and tits. But Mr. Bettingfield kept her on her ass, kicking her,
holding her down at times with his free hand, spitting in her face, cursing her. She
looked up at the savage man and saw that his clothes were soaked with perspiration.
"Fuck!" he cried suddenly, throwing the belt down and wiping his forehead with the
back of one hand. "She's going to wear me out."
Mr. Bettingfield reached down and took her by one wrist, hauling Nancy like a sack of
dirt several feet from where she lay next to the couch. Grunting, he rolled her over
finally, reaching down and pushing her legs up under her belly until the young woman
found herself in a kneeling position. Pushing her face roughly down to the carpet, the
young professor kicked her knees apart and told her not to move.
"Get that damn dog in here!" he panted.
Neither of the Bettingfield nephews wanted to argue with their uncle. Besides, this
promised to be something they'd enjoy. King was brought forward again. Nancy could
hear the animal breathing behind her.
Oh God, they were going to submit her cunt to him again! The young woman waited
with fear and despair running riot in her brain. Soon she could feel his moist snout
pressing between the bruised asscheeks. Nancy let out a low moan, biting down hard
on her lower lip. She was too exhausted to feel anything any more. The animal could
lick her off and wouldn't get a response from her. She needed rest.
And then a moist tongue licked up her tight asscrack. Nancy shivered. No, it couldn't
be! She couldn't be feeling something in her cunt now! Not when it was still pulsing
from the last hard fucking she'd received. King concentrated on her cunt, tasting the
cum still oozing from it. Nancy felt his long thick tongue circling around in her snatch,
worming into her still-tight cunthole then pulling out with a squishy sound.
"Stop him, please, I can't do it!" the young woman pleaded in a strained voice.
She kicked back weakly at the growling Doberman, then rolled onto her side and felt
herself falling finally into blessed unconsciousness.


Chapter 8

"You all right, honey?"
Nancy groaned, raising one hand and brushing the hair from her eyes weakly. She
looked up and saw a blurred face smiling concernedly down at her. Focusing, the young
woman saw it was her roommate, Linda.
"They really did a number on you," the brunette said, biting her lower lip as she
glanced down at Nancy's naked body.
"Where..." the blonde coed started to say, pushing herself up and looking around
wildly.
Where were Greg and Bob and Mr. Bettingfield? Were they going to put her through
hell again?
"Just calm down," Linda said a little nervously.
Nancy realized something was wrong. Her friend seemed unsure of herself for the first
time. Then looking around her, Nancy realized she was still in that same house. The
room the two young women were in resembled some kind of recreation room. The
cinderblock walls were painted white and had large iron rings bolted to them at various
heights. There was a wooden table, reminding Nancy of a butcher's chopping block, at
the center of the twenty by twenty room. Manacles dangled from either end of the
table, the halves open as if waiting for their next victim.
From the ceiling, several pulley assemblies dangled, the various chains and ropes
seeming like many hangman's ropes to the young blonde. What kind of place was this?
Glancing to the right, Nancy looked with alarm at a display of instruments along the
wall – more chains, whips, harnesses, bunches of wire, rubber hoses and other devices
she couldn't identify at the moment. It was as if she'd slipped back in time to
Inquisitory Spain. The aches in her ass, thighs and tits melted away as she felt her flesh
crawl with terror and revulsion.
"What... is this? How did you get here?" Nancy asked, turning to her roommate.
Only now did she realize they were sitting on a large padded couch pushed to one side
of the room. In front of them was a small table with an old telephone generator bolted
to the top. She noticed a bruise on the brunette's cheek.
"They brought me here," Linda said sullenly. "I don't know what happened. You'll have
to clue me in on that," the girl said jauntily, trying to regain some of her old self
confidence. "I went up there and found the place empty. I figured the guys just got tired
of waiting for me, and that you and Rickie-poo left. So, I went back to my place and
decided to sleep. What the hell, why not?" Linda said, shrugging her shoulders and
smiling broadly. Even in this hellhole she was able to affect a free and easy manner.
"But they brought you here... by force?"
Linda's smile faded. She sighed and leaned heavily back onto the couch.
"Yeah. I didn't know what the hell was going on. On the way over I heard them talking
about you... how you passed out. They kept talking about the prof watching over you
while they went out for fresh stuff." Linda stopped for a second and laughed softly,
shaking her head slowly back and forth. "Me – fresh stuff. Well, when you're
desperate..."
"You know who the prof is?" Nancy said, pulling herself up from her lying position and
propping herself up on her elbows. "Mr. Bettingfield," she said, watching Linda's
surprise.
"You're kidding! You mean he... them?"
Nancy quickly told her roommate about what had happened, careful to leave out the
part about the animal and her reaction to it. She just couldn't bring herself to
confessing something like that to Linda. The girl would probably find out soon enough
from the Dennis brothers. When she got to the part about Bob and Greg being Mr.
Bettingfield's nephews, Linda put up one hand.
"Whew, stop! I didn't think... my God, he's got himself a nice little racket here. All the
coeds he wants... down here to do what he wants with them. Well, I'll be..." Linda's face
darkened. She turned to Nancy and grabbed her wrists tightly. "We've got to get out of
here. I've been with those Dennis guys. I know what they can do. And with Mr.
Bettingfield..." Nancy could see her girlfriend was really worried.
"Linda, I know... I know," Nancy said sadly, pulling away and rubbing her sore wrists
together. "But how can we? They're all around us... and they've got... dogs."
Nancy felt her flesh crawl. Oh God, when she was getting licked off by the Doberman
she didn't feel any sense of shame, of guilt. But Linda's presence was the outside world
come to judge her. She shrank before the young brunette's eyes.
"I don't know. We've got to think."
At that point a door creaked open overhead. Both women fell silent. There were
footsteps coming down the steps at the far end of the room. Nancy automatically
slipped one hand around her girlfriend's small waist as Mr. Bettingfield came into view.
"We needed variety. Nancy's not feeling too well," the professor said evenly, staring at
Linda with amusement.
The brunette brushed back her hair defiantly and tilted up her chin. "I suppose you
know you're in trouble, Mr. Bettingfield. I don't think the faculty committee would
approve of this if they knew."
"Ah, that's the problem, Linda. They don't. I don't think you're going to tell them,
either," he added darkly as both Bob and Greg joined him.
Nancy felt her heart start to beat quickly. This was another round. Automatically the
young woman raised her hands protectively and covered her nipples. The welts still
throbbed from the belt-beating she'd received earlier. Scratches and bruises formed a
light patchwork on her white flesh. Certainly Linda must have noticed them. How
could she talk like that, knowing full well those kinds of words would make them
angry?
The young brunette said nothing, her dark brown eyes glittering with anger and
defiance.
"I think we're going to have some fun," Mr. Bettingfield said, turning toward his
nephews and signaling them with a hand gesture to move forward. The two young men
moved toward Linda quickly.
"You don't touch me," she said in a threatening, low voice.
Nancy held onto her friend tightly. "Leave her alone," the blonde echoed.
"Shut up," Bob said, jerking one hand forward. He hit Nancy hard on the forehead,
knocking her back on the couch.
Linda screamed, twisting like a hellcat, kicking, biting, scratching as the two young men
pulled her from the couch and dragged her toward the center of the room. Nancy lay
helplessly on the couch, watching them tear her roommate's blouse off, skin off her
skirt, peel the bra and panties from Linda's twisting body.
"You son-of-a-bitch!" Linda screamed, covering her tits with both hands and backing
away from the two Dennie brothers.
"What's the matter, baby? We've seen that cunt in action before," Bob said.
"Yeah, but not like this," Greg said, raising one hand and grabbing one of the chains
hanging from the ceiling.
His brother moved behind Linda and grabbed her arms, pulling them back roughly,
making the brunette scream in pain. Nancy felt a throb of sympathetic pain in her
shoulders as she watched her friend being pushed under the chain. Mr. Bettingfield,
meanwhile, had pulled a length of chain from the wall hooks and draped it around
Linda's small neck, securing the ends with a padlock. Linda tried kicking the professor
but Bob yanked harder on her arms, making the young woman cry out, snap her head
back and sob she wouldn't try anything any more.
Nancy watched in despair as they chained her friend to the ceiling, forcing the young
girl completely erect. She even had to stretch slightly to relieve the pressure on her
shoulders and neck. The muscles stood out in her arms and legs as she tilted her head
up and stared straight at the ceiling.
For the first time Nancy took a good long hard look at her roommate and understood
why so many guys on campus wanted Linda. She was lithe, firm and well-proportioned
with tits as big as hers. A dark thicket of pussy-hair covered her cunt. Her asscheeks
were round, firm, taut.
"We're going to have to tame you... the same way we tamed your friend," Mr.
Bettingfield said, reaching into his back pocket and pulling out a switchblade.
Linda looked down at the man in genuine alarm. Mr. Bettingfield stepped up to the
brunette, still smiling coldly at her drawing the blade up to her throat. Linda trembled,
standing up higher on her toes. A strange gurgling sound came from her throat as her
eyes bugged out and sweat started to bead on her forehead. The professor traced the
sharp blade across her throat, moving it down to her shoulder, then across to her tits.
Nancy sucked in a deep breath, covering her tits once again. Was he going to slice off
her friend's nipples – maybe her tits? After what had happened earlier, the young
blonde wouldn't have been surprised at anything the professor would do.
Mr. Bettingfield still said nothing, moving the sharp blade of the knife down her tit,
watching as Linda quivered when the dagger cross the nipple and continued on its
journey toward her cunt. Nancy felt something strange happening to her body as her
friend endured Mr. Bettingfield's torture. She was actually growing excited as she
watched Linda hanging from the ceiling. Her cunt was creaming with lust. Her clit
stiffened and started to pulse. She crossed her legs and subtly rocked her thighs,
rubbing her velvety pussy-walls against one another, stimulating her clit. Beads of 
fuckoil started to seep from her pussy.
"She's still tight... you know that?" Bob commented as the knife started trailing through
the girl's pussy-hair.
"Maybe she should have it enlarged," Mr. Bettingfield suggested, his smile becoming
broader as he twisted the knife and pressed the blade against one of the girl's cuntlips.
Nancy trembled as her girlfriend cried out, closed her eyes and snapped her body from
side to side. The rattle of chains echoed in the room. When the professor turned his
knife again Linda flinched. Nancy could sense the brunette's growing terror. But there
was also determination – determination not to let these men beat her into submission
the way they had her friend. Nancy envied her roommate's frame of mind, although she
doubted she could withstand torture.
Mr. Bettingfield smiled, rocked back and forth on his heels, then dropped his hands
from her cunt. Linda was visibly relieved, her body relaxing somewhat.
"I think she needs a little... stimulation," Mr. Bettingfield said, turning his eyes toward
the small generator fastened to the table.
All eyes moved to the device. The reference to the generator had an interesting effect on
Linda. Her eyes widened. She made an effort to back away from the table that Greg was
pushing toward her. This move tightened the chain, causing her face to turn red and
her breath to come out in short, raspy gasps.
Nancy stared with interest at the device. What was it? What made the men become
excited when they looked at Linda then stared at the machine? Nancy could see their
hard-ons pressing against the fronts of their Levi's.
"Let's connect her."
Nancy felt her scalp crawl. They were going to hook up her roommate to that
generator. Oh my God, they were going to electrocute her! Linda shook in her chains,
her former defiance having melted away. She begged them not to hurt her, not to attach
those clips to her.
But her pleas only made the men laugh and hurry their work. Without any show of
emotion other than impatience Bob took the first clip and fastened it to one cuntlip.
Nancy shivered as Linda's legs snapped apart. She tried to reach down with her hands
to take off the clamp. Mr. Bettingfield caught her by the wrists, cursing at his nephews
for having forgotten to bind her correctly. Cuffing her wrists behind her tightly, the
young professor took another clip and fastened it to the other pussy-flap.
Linda started to sob as her body responded to the discomfort she was powerless to
relieve. Greg took a third clip and stretched the plastic cord up, opening the tiny
toothed jaws of the metal clamp, then closing them on the girl's right nipple. His
brother performed the same job on Linda's other tit-tip.
It was grotesque. Her roommate looked as if she were hooked up to a power station.
The brightly colored plastic cords were draped from her hanging body to the hand
powered generator. The men stepped back to admire their handiwork as Linda sobbed
and hung her head, her long brown hair curtaining her face. They let her stay like that
for a few seconds, giving her time to reflect on the helplessness of her situation.
Secretly Nancy moved one hand down to her cunt, squeezing the bloated lips together,
rubbing their rubbery edges against one another, stimulating her clit with her thumb.
She knew that was awful! She should somehow be giving her roommate courage,
support – something! But watching Linda hanging like that – chained, wired to a
generator, her pussy peeled open by those horrible metal clamps attached to the
generator – it made the young coed sexually excited.
And what was marvelous was there was no pain involved for her. She could literally lie
back on the couch and watch someone else tortured. Horrible, horrible! And yet, the
young blonde couldn't deny her body.
Linda started to quiver. Sweat trickled down the sides of her face and out from under
her arms. Her tits jiggled as she danced on her toes, still trying to relieve the pressure of
the chain on her neck. Nancy could see the young woman was close to breaking, and
nothing had really been done to her yet. The young blonde began to realize that Linda's
bravado was only a front – that she was actually less strong than she appeared to be.
"Okay."
Mr. Bettingfield moved over to the generator, and Bob and Greg took up positions in
front of the hanging coed. He placed one hand on the generator crank and stared into
Linda's eyes.
"Please..." the girl pleaded.
Mr. Bettingfield's answer was a sharp turn on the handle, sending a moderate spark of
electric current through her pussy.
Linda screamed, her muscles bulging and quivering, the cords standing out on her
neck. Her head snapped back, and her entire body stiffened.
The chains clanked, making Nancy shiver with terror. And yet, how hot her cunt was
getting! When her roommate cried out that tortured shriek, the young blonde felt a
flash of pleasure tear through her pussy. Oh, how wet her fingers were getting as she
dipped them into her hole and felt her pussy-walls crash in on them.
Linda moved her hps, trying to say something. Nothing came out. There was nothing
to say. What could she possible do to make them stop? This wasn't some interrogation
in which a confession would stop the horror. Only the men's tiring of this game would
end the brunette's ordeal.
Mr. Bettingfield turned the crank again, stopping for a second to watch Linda jerk in
her bonds. Then, after glancing at Nancy and his nephews, the older man started
turning the handle hard and fast, whirling the wooded lever around and around. The
room was filled with the whirring sound of the wheels inside turning against one
another and producing a steadily increasing stream of electricity.
Nancy watched in horror and excitement as Linda screamed and thrashed against her
chains. Piss cascaded from her cunt, wetting her thighs and feet. There was blood
oozing from her mouth where she had bitten her tongue and lips. Her legs jerked up,
then back, then forward, making the young woman look like a crazed puppet. Her tits
flopped around her heaving chest. The young woman's face registered the pain, the
horror, the shock of the jolts of electricity surging through her body.
Finally Mr. Bettingfield stopped. With a wail the young brunette sagged toward the
floor, her breathing labored and uneven. Nancy had reached a tiny orgasm several
times, feeling small sparks of sexual electricity surge through her cunt as the young
brunette shrieked.
"Still so damn uppity?" Mr. Bettingfield asked after Linda had managed to catch her
breath.
The young woman moaned, rolling her head back and opening her eyes. She peered
through her matted brown hair. Could she speak? Had the electricity burned out her
vocal cords?
"Take her down," Bob said, after turning around and checking with his uncle.
Greg moved behind the brunette, reached up and unfastened the lock attaching the
neck-chain to the ceiling device. Linda sagged then crumpled to the floor with a groan.
"Let's see how her friend likes it," Mr. Bettingfield said.
Nancy shrank into the couch. No, not that! Even the dog was better! They couldn't
electrocute her. The pain would be awful!
"Come on, babes. We've been watchin' you jerk off while your friend hung there. You
wanna see just how it feels, don't you?"
"No, no, you're wrong!" the blonde protested as they dragged her from the couch.
Nancy purposely relaxed herself. They would have to drag her like a sack to that
horrible device.
"Goddamn, she's heavy," Bob grumbled as Mr. Bettingfield removed the clamps from
Linda's body and stepped back as his nephews stood Nancy up and attached her to the
ceiling device.
The manacles bit cruelly into her wrists as they bound her, irritating her already sore
flesh. They young blonde sobbed, shaking her head back and forth, almost begging God
to kill her with this device. She couldn't take much more. Remembering how her friend
had looked under the electric current, Nancy shivered as the metal clamps bit into her
cuntlips and nipples.
"Okay, let's watch Nancy dance," Mr. Bettingfield said, turning the handle around once.
The young blonde cried out, her legs snapping apart. The electricity felt like a million
daggers knifing her insides to pieces! It made her jerk back and writhe as if someone
had punched her hard.
And yet it was stimulating her cunt again. Her fingering had excited her pussy. And
now the current was driving it higher up the sexual mountain.
Nancy writhed and grit her teeth. Her entire body twisted, her legs kicking out as a
powerful surge of current tore into her cunt. Juice oozed from her pussy.
The more Mr. Bettingfield turned the handle and the harder Nancy jerked at her bonds
and the more powerfully her pussy contracted. The young woman was battered from all
sides by forces she didn't understand.
Groaning, Nancy felt herself sinking into blessed unconsciousness once again.


Chapter 9

Nancy hadn't blacked out. She had been close, but Mr. Bettingfield stopped the
electricity from the generator the second she appeared to be losing consciousness.
They'd had enough of the generator, apparently, and were going on to something else.
The young blonde coed gasped out a thank you as Bob unchained her neck and let her
sink to the floor next to her friend. Nancy slid one hand over her roommate's shoulder
and shook her.
"Uh," the brunette moaned, turning around and looking at Nancy. There was terror in
her eyes.
"Oh God, what's going to happen to us?" the brunette asked in a shaking voice.
"She could tell you. But I think it'll be better to see for yourself," Bob said.
Nancy closed her fingers around her friend's wrist for support. Another horror, possibly
worse than the others! They were going to push the girls as far as they could.
"Oh God, what's that?" Linda asked, backing up against her friend.
"She didn't tell you?" Mr. Bettingfield sneered, wrinkling up his forehead and smiling
down at the two naked women.
King was lead into the room by Greg. His stubby tail wagged as he glanced up at
Nancy's familiar face and barked.
"They're going to make me... us, I think, have... sex with him," the blonde said in a
shaky voice.
Linda's eyes widened. "I've done a lot of things in my life... but with people," she
whispered, glancing down at the big dog with horror.
"It's not so bad. Your friend over there can tell you it can even be fun," Greg said,
bending down and scratching King behind the ears.
"Linda, I..." No, there could be no defense. She had willingly taken on the dog before.
"And I thought you were Miss Goody Two Shoes!" Linda exclaimed, examining her
friend in genuine surprise.
"Go on, bitch, show your friend what kind of good bitch you can be," Bob said, raising
that familiar booted foot and threatening to kick Nancy.
The girl let go of her friend, afraid the men might take it out on both of them. No, she
was the one who was the slut, the whore, the one who should suffer. Linda had played
around, shown a lot of bravado. But it was she, Nancy Haines, who deserved the scorn,
the torture. She was the one who pretended to be so good and was actually more
depraved than the sickest whore in Hollywood or Times Square.
"No, Nancy!" Linda cried, stretching out one hand as the blonde scooted back from her
friend.
She kept her knees together, her eyes riveted to the big dog that had started following
her back.
I think I'm losing my mind, Nancy thought to herself.
She had been beaten, raped, nearly electrocuted, and now was being stalked once more
by that animal. Her head spun around and throbbed with fatigue and confusion. She
was almost hallucinating. Glancing up from the dog, Nancy saw Linda's shocked face.
The blonde almost smiled. How their places had changed! Before, she had been the one
to sit on the edge of the bed and cluck disapprovingly at Linda's sexual adventures.
Now it was the swinger who lay naked on a basement floor, casting looks of shock and
disapproval.
King moved in quickly, knowing he'd received little resistance from the young woman.
Nancy covered her face with both hands, unsure if he was going to begin to lick her off
or rip out her throat. When she felt his paws on her thighs and his tongue touch her
juice-soaked pussy, Nancy realized he was only interested in her cunt.
"Oh God!" Linda cried, putting both hands to her mouth and watching in disbelief.
Nancy propped her torso up on her elbows, shaking the loose strands of hair from hef
face and watching bug-eyed as the animal slowly started licking her thighs. All the
torture and the electricity had recharged her cunt, making it incredibly sensitive to his
touch. Her flesh actually quivered under the dog's oral caresses. Nancy started
breathing with whistling sounds through her nose. She was quivering with anticipation
for... for what? She didn't know.
All she wanted was to have the animal bury his muzzle in her cunt once more. How
terrible, how awful for her to be thinking like that, but it was true! She didn't care
about morality – hers or the world's any more. She wanted to be eaten up like the bitch
in heat she was!
Yes, bitch! That's what she was. She let out a long, low moan. Reaching forward, the
young woman petted the animal's broad haunches as he licked at her belly, then
slobbered down toward her pussy.
"Good... good... ohhhh yes... yesss..." Nancy hissed shamelessly. The young woman was
rocking her body from side to side, letting her knees sag apart. She parted her thighs
farther, feeling the animal's tongue slip into her steamy pussy. Oh, how good, how
tender his tongue was, compared to the brutality of the men now sneering at her. King
lurched forward and started eating her pussy, growling deep in his throat. His black
nose moved up and down her pussy-slit, forcing her cuntlips apart and stretching her
pussy-mouth.
It was what she needed – a gentle, loving caress for her sore, brutally raped young cunt.
The young girl moaned loudly and writhed her shoulders. Her arms were shaking. The
contractions rippling through her cunt were making her weaker. The young woman
bent her knees, petting the soft sides of the Doberman with both feet. She was being
drenched with dog spit. Yes, drowned in animal saliva! Nancy didn't care. Anything
that felt that good was welcome.
King growled and let his fangs cut teasingly along her swollen outer hps. The feeling
was incredible! It hurt slightly, adding a delicious edge to her sexual sensations. Nancy
ground her ass up for more. The tug of fear and guilt disappeared. She arched her back,
tilting up her pussy, silently begging for more friction. His fangs dug into the wet, slick
pussy flesh. His fur bristled around his neck as another growl made the coed shiver.
"Ohh damn, damn! Goddamn!" Nancy groaned.
She stretched out her hand and clawed at the dog's furry neck, helping him along,
urging him to eat her faster, harder. When he bit her Nancy cried out with pain and
delight. She didn't know why, but when he sank his fangs into her cuntflesh the
resulting sensation increased her excitement. The young blonde was responding to the
animal as she'd done before with him, with the belt, with the beatings. Flames of hellish
sensuality licked up her thighs, incinerating her pussy, making the young coed cry out
and roll her ass back and forth. Her nerve endings quivered as the animal pushed his
juice-slicked maw deeper into her cunt. "AHHHHHHH!"
Nancy's body responded quickly to the sloppy friction against her frothy pussy. King
seemed to know when his biting might become dangerous. He growled, opening his
jaws wide and taking her pussy mound between them. Shaking it lightly back and forth,
the big Doberman rolled his eyes up and watched Nancy's response. The young woman
held her ass off the floor when he did that, supporting her body with her shaking arms.
She kept inhaling, feeling as if she were suffocating. The ache between her legs
increased. The young woman jerked her head from side to side, wailing, groaning,
feeling her long blonde hair splashing across her face.
King pawed her thighs as if he were trying to stick more of his head in.
"Oh my God, Nancy!" Linda cried, wrinkling up her forehead in concern.
She watched as her blonde friend twisted and bucked under the big dog's maw. The
two of them embraced as if they'd been lovers.
Suddenly King backed up, then crawled higher onto the blonde's body. He started
licking her everywhere, wetting her tits, moving back down to her belly, lapping her
navel, then dragging his long pink tongue down to her cunt. Nancy heard King
whining through his nose again as he stuck his head back between her soft white thighs
and lapped at her snatch.
"God, yessss!"
Kings's tongue was working deeper into her pussy, forcing her swollen, wet cuntlips
wide apart. He rolled his tongue around her sensitive ring of cuntal muscles. Nancy felt
them tense and throb.
She was close to cumming! Incredible! The multiple fuckings she'd had didn't seem to
decrease what her pussy needed. It was as if she'd never fucked before. Her pussy
muscles were convulsing and tightening around King's furry muzzle each time he stuck
it deep into her.
"No, no, NO!"
Nancy pranced her ass around in circles, then moved it slowly up and down to increase
the friction the animal brought to her swollen cuntal folds. When he raked his tongue
across her clit, the young woman cried out and jerked her body up, hugging his head
tightly to her tits. She wanted the big animal to lick her everywhere at the same time.
The young woman moved one leg back as far as she could to open up new areas of her
cunt to his mouth. King dug at her thighs again with both paws, then burrowed his
black nose into her seething, sloppy pussy.
"Th-there!" Nancy cried.
She felt as if she were in some obscene dream. Everything around her seemed unreal,
brightened by her own wild sexuality. The sloppy sounds of the animal's tongue
slathering against her pussy made her breathe as if someone had covered her mouth
with a pillow. Her chest rose and fell mightily. She was going to cum with the dog's
tongue in her. Looking heavy-lidded at her roommate across the room, Nancy could
have laughed. How awful Linda looked! She looked like she was going to scream or
vomit.
Another spasm rippling across her cunt made Nancy stop her thoughts about her
friend. Nothing mattered, nothing but her pussy and the orgasm that was slowly taking
over her whole body.
"AHHHHHHH!" Nancy cried in a strangled voice.
She had jerked back her head and closed her eyes. The young woman's face was
streaked with sweat and her ribcage rose and fell spasmodically. The hot friction in her
cunt was bringing her off. She plunged her ass up and down, writhing her body,
grunting like a stuck pig. The tickle driving her crazy was quickly building to a sharp
climax. It choked off her breathing as the spasms started tearing through her body.
At that point, King backed off, his head still low, spittle drooling from his mouth.
Nancy opened her eyes and stared in disbelief at the dog. Why had he stopped licking
her? Oh God, could he be as perverted as his masters, purposely prolonging her sexual
frustration, driving her up the wall by holding off satisfaction?
"Get her over," Mr. Bettingfield said.
His nephews moved quickly, rolling the panting Nancy over onto her belly, shoving her
knees under her chest and telling her to raise her ass up.
The young woman couldn't fight back. She was a prisoner of her own sexuality. When
Greg accidentally touched her spit-slicked cunt, the girl moaned, feeling her pussy open
and shut, trying to grab the finger that had just brushed the wet mouth of her cunt.
"Ahhhhrrrr!" Nancy groaned.
She felt King's snout pressing against her pussy again. He sniffed her, then backed up.
In her mind Nancy knew another horror awaited her. He was going to mount her, fuck
her like a bitch. Yes, that was the only thing left for him to do.
Nancy felt his forepaws on her ass. His weight nearly forced her completely to the floor.
He hesitated a second. She could feel his spittle dripping onto her butt. Then the
animal shifted position, moving forward, crawling onto her body. The young blonde
shivered as her back was covered with King's bristly furry coat. His paws scratched her
sides, making long red marks on her white skin. Soon he was completely on top of her,
his head nestled in the hollow between her jutting shoulderblades. He was breathing
hard, his forelegs tightened around her chest.
"Ohhh!"
Nancy felt her heart pounding so hard, she was sure it would stop soon. Her mind
spun around like a merry-go-round. She was actually being fucked by a dog! She should
have been screaming the walls down. Instead, the teenager closed her eyes and hung
her head, her long blonde hair curtaining her flushed face.
The weight of her big tits hanging down and pulling at her chest excited her. The
sound of King breathing heavily excited her. The ticklish sensation of his hot, short
furry coat dragging over her white flesh excited her. Yes, she was getting what she
deserved – a good, hard, brutal animal fucking!
The dog moved his hindquarters around, whining through his nose, holding more
tightly onto Nancy. She felt something slick and hot bumping along her right thigh. It
was his cock!
How different an animal's prick felt in comparison to a man's. It was far smoother
though somewhat smaller and incredibly slicker. King was adjusting his awkward
fucking position now, trying to work his dick into the young woman's cunt with one
thrust. Nancy couldn't oblige him by helping out. Even at the bottom of hell, she
thought, she found one or two things she couldn't do!
Shaking her head and knocking several strands of her matted blonde hair from her
eyes, the young woman, caught a glimpse of her roommate Linda still lying on the
floor. Poor Linda! What she must be going through, watching her so-called goodygoody 
friend acting like a high paid slut in some kind of weird fuck film. Again Nancy
almost laughed when she thought about her former image, compared to today's brutal
realty.
But then she felt something edging through her blonde pussy-curls. It was King's prick,
sliding slowly but steadily over her buttocks, making its way toward her cunt. The
young woman spread her knees farther apart and tilted her ass up.
Yes, she would help the animal – anything to get this over with: Her pussy was hot,
but not so hot the young woman couldn't realize the shame and horror of getting
fucked by this Doberman.
"Unnnghhh!"
King's body quivered. Nancy's stiffened. The two of them froze for a second as the first
inch of the animal's pointed, knobby prick slipped into her hot little cunt hole. Nancy's
eyelids fluttered and her eyes bugged out. She felt hot/cold chills ripple over her
shoulders. It made her flesh pucker up into goosepimples. There was a strange look of
concentration on her face as the animal flattened his head on her back and hugged her
chest tightly. His stubby tail wagged jerkily and his hindquarters trembled slightly.
King's long pointed ears were pinned back, and a low steady growl came from his
throat.
He was fucking the young woman, driving his dick into her cunt.
Nancy shivered, nearly collapsing to the floor. It was a wild sensation: She knew what
some women must feel when their men fuck them with French ticklers. The bumps and
knobs on the Doberman's dick were stimulating the folds of her cunt. She gasped in
lungfuls of air, clawing at the frayed carpet, dragging her nipples over the piling as the
animal slipped more of his doggie prick into her.
Nancy felt her cuntwalls crash in and hug the invading cock. King whined in surprise,
his eyes opening, his back arching up and he thrust more powerfully. Nancy cried out
and shut her eyes tightly, feeling the power of his fucking prick between her milking,
clutching pussy-walls.
"Uhhh... ohhhhh... huhhhrrrr... " the young woman moaned.
She couldn't believe it! The animal was actually turning her on, making her accept this
vile fucking as if he were the man of her dreams! Nancy bucked back, digging her
fingertips into the carpet, wagging her ass back and forth as if it were a tail. She heard
Linda cry out with surprise and heard the men laughing in response.
Let them scream and laugh! She didn't care! She was free, liberated from all of them
and their morality! As King pummelled his dick into her cunt, Nancy fought back by
hunching at him. Yes, she was free, feeling so high above them all!
Then Nancy thought she was losing her mind again. The wild sensation of King's prick
rubbing against her clit disappeared and the reality of what was happening to her
crashed in. She was bent over in this helpless position, getting fucked by an animal and
accepting it without any qualms. She was as degenerate as her captors! The young
woman oscillated from one feeling to the other as King fucked her harder and faster.
King's claws were scratching her more cruelly as he tried to keep his balance on his
hind legs. His fucking movements made Nancy's body shake with their force. Nancy
wondered what his cum would feel like when he shot off his load. He was whining
steadily now. She felt his powerful belly pressing hard against her back, forcing her
lower on the floor. His sweat mixed with hers, dribbling down her sides. Soon, she
guessed, he'd be firing his load. His small but powerful hips rose and fell steadily,
pistoning in his knobby boner.
Ohhhh, how evilly delicious that dick felt against her clit! How those slick bumps made
her cuntlips peel back and ripple, while they irritated her clit so deliciously! She was
close to cumming, herself. But somehow, something deep in her mind prevented the
young woman from popping off when the dog did. Perhaps cumming with an animal
would have been the last straw that would have driven Nancy mad. The young woman
didn't know, nor could she find an answer to that question later when she thought back
to this night. All she knew was that her clit burned like a tiny coal. There was that
familiar hot, tight, concentrated feeling that always preceded cumming.
Then everything was over!
"Huhhhhh!"
King was firing his load. The dog trembled, then held so tightly onto Nancy she
thought he was going to strangle her. His cock spasmed, jerking against her collapsing
cuntwalls, sending a steady stream of doggie jizz deep into her pussy.
It felt as if someone were pissing into her cunt. There were soft whimpering sounds
gurgling in the animal's throat as his cum petered out.
Nancy sighed with relief as she felt King's grip relax. He growled, then slowly backed
off. When she felt his forepaws slide off her raised ass, the young woman fell to her
side, curling up in a tight ball. She pressed both hands to her mouth to keep from
screaming.
Fucked by a dog! Oh God, she'd finally descended to the lowest pit in this hell!


Chapter 10

"Throw her back with the pigs!"
"Yeah, she's not fit to fuck now!"
"I don't think King even wants her!"
Nancy cringed under their cruel comments. She felt incredibly fouled and dirty. She
wanted to take a bath, to wash out the animal's jizz still drooling from her slackening
cunt.
"Please, let me clean up," she begged in a weak voice.
Surely they couldn't keep up this orgy of horror.
Rick must be wondering where she disappeared to. Maybe he checked her room. Then
the thought crossed her mind that finding Linda gone also, the young student probably
thought she and her roommate went somewhere together without telling him. Pissed,
he probably went back to his room without thinking the matter over more carefully.
"Maybe you can get her friend to clean her up," Bob suggested, turning around and
looking down at Linda.
The brunette's eyes widened even more.
"Maybe," Mr. Bettingfield said, scratching his chin thoughtfully.
"What...do... you... mean?" Linda asked, a look of growing concern on her face.
"You bragged to us you've been with broads before. Why don't you take on your
roomie here? You know, kind of clean her up for us to fuck some more," Greg
suggested, leering as he enjoyed watching Linda get sick.
"But... the dog..."
Linda turned to Nancy, who was still on her side. Streaks of the animal's spit and cum
were visible on her thighs and ass. Linda swallowed hard, automatically grabbing her
throat with both hands. She looked pleadingly at the three men.
"You stupid bitch!" Bob growled angrily. "You don't have any choice. You'll do
whatever the fuck we tell you to. You're supposed to be the goddamn hot swinger.
Well, show us!"
The young brunette dropped her hands to her belly and started sliding over to Nancy.
Halfway there, she stopped and twisted her face back up to the men.
"I can't!" she said, seized by a fit of coughing.
The brunette felt nausea rising quickly in her belly. She couldn't force herself to eat out
a pussy filled with animal cum.
Bob hurried over to Linda with an upraised hand. Nancy snapped from her reverie at
the sharp report of a loud slap, followed by a long wail. Turning around, she saw Linda
scooting back on the floor, her hands flailing out and her long brown hair splashing
across her face. One leg jerked out, and her tits jiggled from the force of Bob's slap.
"Oh God, haven't you had enough? Can't you let us go?" Nancy begged again, turning
her pleas to Mr. Bettingfield.
"In time," the professor answered. "Meanwhile, wash this one up."
They dragged Nancy up from the floor and took her across the room to the hall. The
young woman didn't try fighting back. What was the use? Besides, they'd be letting her
clean up. She'd be able to wash off that horrible animal cum and spit that made her
groan with shame and horror.
"In there, bitch!"
Bob and Greg literally dumped her into the small bathtub. In the background she could
hear Linda crying out again. What was Mr. Bettingfield doing to her? Then she realized
no one had turned on the water. The young woman felt her flesh crawl again.
Something was up. She had better worry about herself and think about Linda later.
"Maybe we oughta burn out that cum first," Greg said, fishing out a lighter from his
pocket and flipping off the top. He struck the wheel with his thumb, igniting the wick.
Bending down, the younger Dennis brother passed the flame within inches of Nancy's
face.
The young woman screamed, jerking back and banging her head against the tiled
shower wall. Her ass slid uncomfortably over the cold porcelain tub. They were going
to burn her alive in here! She cried out, scrambling in the tub, clawing at the plastic
curtain pushed into the stall.
"Easy, easy, we're not going to hurt you," Bob said, pushing his brother's lighter away.
He stood spread-legged, pulling down his zipper and fishing out his long thick cock.
Nancy stared at him in disbelief. Were they going to fuck her here? She moved back,
wrinkling her forehead and staring at the wide dickhead in front of her.
"We'll wash it out."
Before Nancy could understand what he meant, she felt something warm and wet
splash against her right cheek. Oh God, he was pissing on her!
"Nooo... ohhh God, no!"
Nancy covered her lips and eyes with her hands as she felt the sharp sting of his piss.
The yellow liquid splashed off her tits and splattered onto her chin and cheeks. Bob was
laughing, moving the stream up and down the girl's twisting body. Nancy sucked in a
ragged breath as the hot stream splattered over her belly, the liquid filling up her navel
and spilling down into her cunt. She felt the piss warming the tub quickly. Her smooth
asscheeks slid easily over the wet surface.
"Yeah, wash her out good."
Nancy felt the piss spilling over her cuntlips, wetting her thighs and making her groan
in despair. Pissed on! She was no better than the bottom of a toilet! The young woman
shivered visibly, her eyes blinking. Her hips wiggled as she instinctively tried to shake
herself free of the disgusting stream.
"Let's both get her."
Nancy opened her eyes and watched as Greg pulled out his dick and held it. There was
a look of concentration on his face as he bent his knees and spread his legs apart. Then
a stream, matching his brother's in intensity, began.
The blonde shut her eyes and bit her lips to keep from crying out with frustration and
disgust.
"Open up," Bob said after several seconds. At the same time he reached down and
pinched her right nipple.
Nancy cried out, her hps parting as she screamed. That was all they needed. Bob
directed the intensity of his stream of piss along her hps, letting it splash into her
mouth while his brother moved around and shot his piss into her cunt. Nancy cried
out, feeling the bile rising from her churning stomach. She had actually swallowed piss!
The horrible, pungent aroma made her gag.
"Uh... uh!" she grunted.
The stink was spreading. The terrible heat washed over her body. Nancy tried scooting
back but wound up sliding back into the gathering pool of piss. Everything seemed to
be covered with urine – her cunt, her tits, her hair, her legs, her mouth, all reeking of
urine!
Then the double stream stopped. Bob and Greg shook their cocks, pushing them back
in and looking down at Nancy. She felt vile, foul, like a turd floating in a sea of yellow
piss.
"Okay, baby, wash up. Christ, you stink real bad!" Bob said, reaching down and pulling
out the bathtub plug.
With a soft gurgle the small pool of urine went down the drain. Nancy stood up
shakily, unsure what was going to happen. Finally the welcome rush of warm water
splashed over her body. With a groan of happiness the young woman turned in the
comforting shower. How fresh it felt. It was as if the water were washing away all her
shame and guilt, as well as the cum and spit and piss.
"You're through. Come out," Bob said, reaching down and turning off the water.
They threw her a dirty towel, standing back and watching silently as she dried off. For
some reason this act brought home the desperate situation she was in. All the fucking,
all the shaming and beating before didn't have the effect this did. She was in a
bathroom drying her body while two men stood in the doorway leering at her. No
privacy, no shame – nothing but impatience and contempt. "Come on."
Nancy held the towel modestly to her body as she passed between the two brothers. It
seemed absurd – her feeling modesty when she'd done nearly every perverted sexual act
in the book. And yet the feeling was there. She wanted to go home, to force these men
to let her and Linda go.
Hysterical shrieks of agony greeted Nancy as she walked back into the room. Her eyes
widened when she saw her friend Linda staked out on the floor like a deerskin. Mr.
Bettingfield had tied her arms to either leg of the sofa, and her legs were spread out and
bound to the legs of a heavy padded chair drawn forward for this purpose. He was
crouched over her, a burning lighter in his right hand, dipping his fingers into her cunt
with the other and spreading apart her fleshy cuntlips. The brunette was twisting and
writhing in an attempt to break free. Her face was puffed and red from the effort. A
stream of piss oozed from her cunt. There was smoke, a hissing sound followed by
more screaming as Mr. Bettingfield passed the flame once more between her thighs.
"Oh my God!" Nancy cried, backing up into Bob and twisting her head away.
The stench of burning hair and skin invaded her nostrils. They were terrible men –
men who more belonged to a Nazi concentration camp than a college!
"Uhhhhh!"
Linda's body went limp as Mr. Bettingfield directed the flame over her clit.
"This'll get her back," he said, reaching over and taking a broom handle lying nearby.
He inserted it into the girl's cunt, pushing it up until Linda started squirming and
reacting to the uncomfortable pressure. The teacher handled the wooden stick like a
bayonet, withdrawing it partially, then jabbing it back in viciously. After several seconds
of this play, the young teacher shoved the handle all the way into her cunt. Linda was
impaled on the stick as it rested against the floor.
"Ohhhhh, you... you..." Nancy couldn't find the words. Blind rage bleached her mind
white.
These men – more animal than men – doing this horrible thing to Linda! God only
knows how damaged the young girl might be from that vile act! She wanted to tear off
their faces, gouge out their eyes!
"Good, good... I like her angry," Mr. Bettingfield said, still crouched by Linda's side.
He watched as Nancy struck out at the two young men, curling her fingers and trying
to blind them. Bob and Greg quickly subdued her, pinning her hands to her sides.
Nancy panted in helpless rage, her hair falling over her eyes.
"I'm afraid we're going to have to punish you for this, Nancy," he said, getting up after
giving the stick in the brunette's cunt a few twists and smiling when she groaned in
response. "Then we'll let the two of you go."
Nancy writhed with anxiety as they pushed her back under the chains hanging from the
ceiling. She eyed the generator uneasily. Were they going to hook her up again, passing
hundreds of volts of electricity through her body? "On the table."
The Dennis brothers quickly positioned Nancy, hauling her over the long wooden table
with the manacles open at either end. She was stretched out like a piece of meat, her
arms and legs fitted into the manacles and held fast as Mr. Bettingfield snapped them
shut. The young woman raised her head and looked down at her stretched, helpless
white body. She could see the marks and welts on her flesh.
"We'll see just how much excitement you can take."
With that, the teacher pushed the generator up to one side of the table, quickly taking
the clamps and putting two on each cuntlip. The weight of the clamps pulled Nancy's
pussy-flaps apart, exposing her rich red cuntmeat. Into that Mr. Bettingfield inserted a
long white metal dildo.
Nancy grunted, feeling the strange instrument being wedged into her hole. Jerking up
her head, the young woman saw it too was attached to the generator, its wires fastened
to those which originally held the tit clamps.
"Let's see if you can fuck this out, baby," Bob said, positioning himself behind the
generator and laying one hand on the handle. With an approving nod from Mr.
Bettingfield, the young man started turning the generator handle.
Nancy stiffened, feeling the electricity surge through her cuntlips and pussy-throat. It
was as if someone had jammed a burning torch into her cunt. Oh God, she was going
to die! The surging current was making her heart beat fast. Sweat glistened on her
twisting body. Her arms and legs pulled savagely at the manacles and her back arched
as her ass danced over the wooden surface of the table.
"I knew it! She's going to cum!"
It was true! In spite of the pain and terror, Nancy could feel her clit popping up. The
electricity was acting like a powerful aphrodisiac! She grit her teeth, trying to force back
the sensation. It would kill her! She knew it would!
And yet, when the powerful orgasm came, making her shriek and buck, nothing but
powerful pleasurable feeling bubbled over her. Nancy babbled, screamed, shrieked,
jerking powerfully in her bonds. With a final cry the young woman fell unconscious,
barely sensitive to the volts of electricity still tearing through her cunt.


Chapter 11

"You're really sweet, you know that?" Rick said, smoothing his fingers over her naked
tits.
Nancy sighed happily, closing her eyes and sucking in a long, deep breath. She felt his
hand move down over her belly in wide circular movements. Her cunt was getting so
hot, so tight!
"Thank you," the young blonde said, realizing how ridiculous it must sound, her
thanking someone for that comment. Nancy almost giggled.
"You know, I thought you stood me up that night," Rick said, stopping his foreplay for
a second and looking down at the blonde coed.
"No, Linda and I went out. She had some... problems to talk over. I'm sorry I didn't tell
you earlier."
"Hey, that's all right," Rick said, putting one finger to her lips and quieting the girl.
"We went through all this before."
Yes, they had. Nancy turned her head away from Rick for a second, looking blankly at
the window. Her mind flashed back once more to that night.
How could she ever forget what happened? All the lies she'd told her friends, her
family, Rick – everything was done to hide the truth. After the brutal fucking she and
Linda had endured, Mr. Bettingfield cleaned them up like pets, dressed them and
instructed the Dennis brothers to take them back to the dorm. It must have been past
three a m. when she and Linda staggered to the front door. That they even made it up
the stairs and into their room unaided was a miracle.
And what they had to cope with! The bruises dn their bodies were the least of their
problems. Those could be hidden from view until they healed. But the mental scars!
Nancy shuddered, remembering how she and Linda had held one another for hours,
sobbing hysterically, then trying to stop when they feared someone might hear and
come in to investigate.
They were trapped! Who could they tell? How could they admit to having participated
in such a foul, horrible sex game? Who would believe them?
And if they did say something, what would Mr. Bettingfield and the others do?
No, they couldn't say a word about that night. After they had calmed down, both Linda
and Nancy swore never to say another word about what had happened that evening –
not to anyone else, not to each other. They would have to block it out, erase it from
their minds.
But that was easier said than done. Nancy couldn't look at Linda without blushing and
feeling pangs of horror shoot through her. Eventually tfce two young women had to
move away from one another.
Dealing with Mr. Bettingfield was another matter. Nancy had to drop his class, refusing
to see him at all. She couldn't face the handsome young professor again. At times the
young blonde wondered if she would stay at the same school. But then Nancy had felt a
flash of anger and stubbornness. No, she wouldn't stop her education because of this.
In spite of the awful horror of that evening, she would endure.
Rick touched the side of her neck as he rolled over against her. Nancy sighed happily. It
had been three months – three long months before she could bear touching a man.
And then Rick reappeared as if by magic.
Without another word, Rick planted his mouth on top of hers. Nancy groaned through
the wet kiss, feeling her body melt into a sensuous, buttery mass. Yes, it was what she
wanted, what she needed! Oh God, how hot, how awfully excited she was becoming!
She sucked at that tongue, drawing it in as she felt Rick move his fingers greedily over
her plump cuntlips. The pit of her belly was melting, feeling as if it were flowing into
her pussy.
Nancy groaned again. Oh, how good it was! The scars marring her mind seemed to
disappear under the growing heat of her cunt. The dog, the beating – everything
melted away.
"Ahhhhh..."
The scratchy hairs on his chest tickled her stiffened nipples. Nancy groaned, kissing
him more hungrily. Rick's hand moved into her crotch. She felt the long thick mass of
his cock pressing against her belly. The feel of a naked man had to be the best sensation
in the world! Nancy's pussy simmered.
"Oh God!" the young blonde cried, pulling away from Rick.
She spread her legs farther apart as his hand rubbed her cuntlips together. His sliding,
rolling fingertips moved from the top of her cuntmound to the wet bottom. Oh, how
those hands on her pussy moved, squeezing her labes together, rubbing the wet folds
against her clit.
Nancy let out a long, soft moan.
"Man, I didn't realize how much I missed you," Rick said, in a husky voice.
Nancy sighed happily, letting her belly relax against the heat of his dick. A small drop
of pre-cum dribbled against her flesh. Nancy wedged her fingers between their bellies,
pulling her hand up, then moving it down to his dick. Yes, his hot cockhead felt good
against her wrist.
Several weeks after the ordeal, Nancy still wondered if she could ever feel excited with a
man again. Her mind had been so twisted, so warped by what had happened. When she
saw the Dennis brothers occasionally on campus, the young woman cringed. At times
she thought she'd faint under their leers. Yet she had survived.
And now Rick's cockhead was rubbing a fresh exciting life into her pussy. Nancy felt
her thick juices flowing from her cunt, wetting her thighs, slicking Rick's cock. Her
pussy was already hot enough to open wide, then shut on nothing but thin air. Every
movement of his body coaxed more juice from her pussy.
Rick rolled on top of her, raising his thighs, then sliding his dick over her cuntmound.
His fingers tightened around her shoulders.
Nancy rocked her thighs back and forth, making his cock press against first one side' of
her cunt, then the other. The knob of his prick pressed right over her clit. Nancy
sighed, prancing her ass madly over the bed.
How wise she'd been not to take a roommate. The cost was more for her, but how
marvelous the privacy was. The only problem was sneaking a man up without being
detected. With a little care, that problem was easily overcome.
"Ohhhhhhh!"
Nancy felt her clit spasm wildly. Rick was growing excited, too. He panted heavily,
dropping his head and sucking on her neck. Every nibble and bite sent flashes of lust
up and down her spine. For a second, Nancy thought of the dog – of that huge black
Doberman towering over her, his sharp white teeth raking her cuntflesh, his tongue
slobbering in and out of her pussy. No, she'd have to drive those images from her
mind! She was a new woman now. The past must be buried.
Nancy rocked her hips, sliding the greasy crack of her cuntmouth over his cockhead.
She squirmed on the sheets, trying to slide her pussy onto the thick rod.
Rick held her firmly down on the mattress. She wanted to have that prick inside her.
She needed the warmth, the excitement of a man's cock inside her cunt. She had been
deprived of that too long.
With a forward hunch Nancy centered her – hot cunthole over Rick's prickhead. She
rubbed her stiff nipples against his chest. With a low moan, the young blonde felt his
cockhead slip between her pussy-lips and enter her drooling pussy.
Rick grunted with satisfaction, thrusting his hips up. With a greasy slide the head of his
cock popped past the tense, eager ring of muscles surrounding her cuntmouth, sliding
deep into her twat.
Nancy felt herself swimming in a sea of lust. She pulled his head close and welded her
mouth to his. Rick's tongue flicked deep into her mouth, touching the back of her
throat, nearly choking her.
The young woman rested on his cock. The domed head was just past the most sensitive
part of her cunt. She squeezed her cuntmuscles hard, milking Rick's prick lightly
without moving her hips.
Nancy was proud of that move. She felt the young man's body tense and quiver on top
of her. He groaned into the spit-slicked kiss, moving one hand down to her big tits and
squeezing them hard, flicking a thumb over her nipple.
Nancy's tongue started writhing against his like a snake. She sucked and bucked at the
same time. She could feel the inner edge of each of his teeth and speared the tip of her
tongue into his mouth again and again.
The rising heat in her cunt made her move again. When she arched her back and
wallowed her shoulders against the mattress Rick pulled his dick out until the ridge
around the knob tugged at her pussy-lips. Each time Nancy arched her back and tried
to swallow more cockmeat Rick shoved his prick forward until their hipbones banged
together.
Nancy forgot about everything but her cunt and his strong, hard, hot dick. She was
dripping with sweat – hers and his.
The young woman was all the way down on his big cock now. She moved her ass
around in frantic circles, feeling his cock stirring around in her cunt like a big spoon.
The mass of sexual tension swelled in her belly. Nancy dug her fingernails into his
shoulders, dragging her body back and forth. Her asscheeks flexed, relaxed, then flexed
again.
Oh, she couldn't keep herself under control!
Rick dug his fingernails into her asscheeks. The young blonde felt all the nerves in her
round globes stand on end. The insides of her thighs chilled and burned as her
cuntjuice seeped out, squishing from her hole and dripping onto the young man's balls.
Nancy felt her entire body turn into a rubbery mass.
"Yes, yes... oh God, yes!" the young woman cried, tossing her ass around.
The girl felt the simmering heat in her pussy climb to an explosive level. It rose like
mercury in a thermometer. It was driving up to her brain, making her pant like a dog
in heat.
Dog! Oh God, there she was thinking about King and his tongue again! That image
flashed across her mind and sent off an explosion deep in her cunt. She was going wild
with excitement!
Dog, man – what was the difference? They both felt good!
"Baby, hurry!" Rick urged.
Nancy let out a deep, sobbing breath. She pressed tightly against Rick. Her cunt felt so
hot, so full of his pistoning cock. Her pussy-mouth hurt from the friction. A wildfire
started at the top of her cunt. Nancy's entire belly seemed to bulge with his dick. She
grunted, ramming her cunt onto the rock-hard hunk of cockmeat. A whirling ball of
orgasm sped quickly from her cunt to her brain.
Nancy exploded.
She felt as if her body blasted into millions of pieces. The hard, heavy jolt of his cum
blasted against the crashing walls of her pussy, sending her over the edge. Catastrophic
waves of orgasm ripped through her snatch, making her kick, bite and claw at the
young man. Oh, how good it felt to be all cunt-all wet, hot and clutching!
Nancy milked at the jerking rod, sliding up and down that spurting pole as if she were
a horse on a merry-go-round. Her head snapped from side to side and her tits jiggled.
Even when the thrusts of Rick's cum faded, Nancy's orgasm went on and on, the
spasms setting off more spasms. Oh, it was wild-one of the biggest cums she'd ever had!
"Yeah, yeah," Rick sighed, smoothing his fingers over her tits after Nancy finally
stopped her wild writhing. The young woman nestled comfortably against the student's
body. "Some kind of lessons we're studying, eh?"
Nancy thought of Mr. Bettingfield again. He'd brought the two of them together. In a
way, the teacher was responsible for her sexual awakening, her liberation, her meeting
Rick. For that she would have to thank him. But for the rest...
"Let's not talk about studies. I'm going to fail..."
"No. You're just getting an incomplete. You'll do better next quarter. I'll help – in
everything."
Nancy giggled, feeling his hands roam freely over her naked, satisfied body. Yes, she
could always use a tutor – in anything! The past was behind her, gone. The future
looked good.
With Rick and his wonderful training dick.


THE END
