RAPED BY ANIMALS
By Paul Gable


Foreword

Immoral people capitalizing on the innocence of others to attain their goals – a story as
old as man. The Bible, history books, law books – all contain examples.
And when the innocent victim is young, the story is so much the sadder...
Emily, the young girl in this book, is the victim of immoral people. A young teenager,
she finds herself caught in a web of depravity and perversion she never dreamed existed.
And, after being forced to suffer one humiliation after another, she becomes little more
than an obedient animal, catering to the whims of her captors.
RAPED BY ANIMALS – the shocking story of an innocent girl learning the sordid
truth about human nature. A story with a lesson for our uncaring society.
-The Publisher


Chapter 1

Emily LaMerde brushed the long blonde hair from her eyes, then reached back and
adjusted the tight-fitting halter over her big tits. The cold wind from the San
Bernardino Mountains made her nipples stiffen and push hard against the soft cotton
material of her bra. Rubbing her palms briskly over her upper arms, the eighteen-year
old wished she'd taken a jacket along with her to the swapmeet.
Not only was she physically uncomfortable, but Emily also felt uneasy under the steady
gaze of several young men passing by who stared at her big tits. She could feel their
eyes caressing her tits – roving down to her belly, her crotch, her white shivering
thighs... oh, if only she didn't feel herself responding to those men! If only she could do
as her mother told her – give them the cold-shoulder; learn to respect your body,
because a man won't! Men want one thing only, and when they get it, they're gone.
Emily tried to keep her mother's words in her mind – words spoken by a woman who
suffered because of a man who left her.
But that awful tingly itch between her legs had been getting worse since her graduation.
Emily had done her best not to date "fast" men. She'd fought down every natural desire
in her body. At night she lay awake, her fingers in her mouth, tears streaming down
her cheeks while her crotch burned intensely. No, she didn't dare touch herself! She
could have no sexual pleasure until she married.
"Oh!" Emily cried, digging her fingernails into her arms out of frustration. She hated
those men for making her feel like this. And she wanted them for... for what? Oh, no,
no, she couldn't be thinking things like this!
"Hey, Em, come on! I didn't bring you out here to look at the mountains!"
The sound of a young woman's voice behind her snapped the horny teenager out of her
daydream.
"I'm sorry Susan... just thinking," Emily muttered, turning around and walking back to
the pickup truck. The doors were open. Standing behind them was a tall, well-built
brunette. She had the ends of several long steel poles in her hands and was trying to
pull them out of the back of the pickup.
"Jesus, these things are heavy!" the brunette groaned as she and Emily slowly slid the
canopy poles from the truck bed.
"I don't know why you didn't get your brother to come out her to help," Emily panted
as they finally removed three poles from the vehicle.
"I told you, he's got the Naval Reserves or something this weekend. Besides, we can
handle it... I think."
Emily wiped her forehead with the back of one hand and peered into the truck. She
wondered if they could. It had been her best-friend Susan's idea to come out to the
Orange County Swapmeet to sell some old clothes. She had managed to get hold of
them from her grandmother and thought the two of them could make some extra
money during the summer before college started.
"There's a lot of stuff in there, Susan," Emily said, bracing herself on the door and
peering into the pickup. Boxes of clothes rested on five more canopy poles. Hangers
were strewn everywhere, and a rack lay tilted crazily on one side. The blonde began
wishing she'd never listened to her friend.
"We'll get it. Now, come on and help me, Em," Susan said petulantly, grabbing hold of
three more poles and yanking them from the truck. Emily took hold of the canopy
supports farther up and began pulling.
"Hey girls, come on. That's no job for you." Emily felt her cunt flutter at the sound of
that baritone voice. Without turning around, she instinctively knew it belonged to one
of the young men who had set up a small booth down the aisle and were selling
motorcycle parts. She kept her eyes down and pulled harder at the poles.
"That's all right. We'll manage," she muttered, feeling her face flush red. She could feel
his eyes burning through her clothing! Emily tried ignoring the hot, mushy feeling
between her legs. Her fuzz-covered virgin cunt seemed to be getting so soft, so hot,
dripping with juice. The blonde thought of a ripe piece of fruit laying in a field and
bursting at the seams! Oh, God! She felt as if she were turning into a whore!
"Come on, Em! The man's offering to help," Susan whispered, dropping the poles and
brushing her brown hair from her eyes. "Thanks! If you could only help us set up the
canopy, I think we can handle the rest."
Emily sighed and moved back, still keeping her eyes modestly turned down to the
ground. She couldn't look at the man... she couldn't!
"What's the matter with your friend?" the young biker asked, pulling the remaining
poles from the pickup and stacking them against the side.
"Oh, she's not feeling too well," Susan said, flashing a hopeless look at her friend.
"Name's Ed – Ed Dennis."
Emily saw a hand stretch in front of her. What could she do?
"That's better."
Oh, how tiny her hand felt in his when he grabbed it and shook! Chills swept over her
body as she felt his warm breath caress her skin. He was close, oh, so wonderfully close!
The frustrated young teen waited, expecting to feel a tongue shoved into her ear. How
her body betrayed her! The tips of her tits were so stiff and long, they were almost
pushing right through her halter. Her pussy squirmed as if it had a will of its own. Her
full, puffy cunt-lips curled and quivered as her clit stiffened and popped to the surface.
"I'm sorry... if I... if I was rude," the girl stammered, raising her eyes and staring at the
young man.
"That's okay. Lots of people act that way. I'm kinda used to it. Not too many folks are
friendly to bikers any more," he said, grinning sheepishly. His thick, sensuous lips
curled up in a broad smile.
Emily felt her heart skip a beat while her mouth went as dry as cotton. Oh, he was so
handsome, so masculine! His white teeth shown like polished ivory between his black
full moustache and neatly trimmed beard. Emily's eyes flashed over his body. His chest
was broad, supported on thick-muscled thighs and long, powerful legs. He wore a blue
and white checkered flannel shirt opened to the waist, revealing a heavy coat of body
hair. His tight-fitting faded Levi's caused a large bulge in his crotch. That must be his
cock! the girl thought, blushing.
"Well, thank you for helping us," Emily said in a soft, trembling voice. Her nipples
were driving her crazy. They itched and scratched against her bra cups. If only she
could just touch them!
"Sure, if you need any help, just call out. We're over there sellin' our bike parts," Ed
said. He grinned sheepishly, then turned around and headed back to his booth. Emily
closed her eyes and sighed with relief.
"You weren't nice at all to him, Emily," Susan said. She pinched her best-friend's arm,
then turned around and pulled some of the dresses from the van.
"Well, maybe not," Emily said, helping the girl. Yes, she had been rude. But what could
she do? If she'd been friendly, the biker would have immediately seen just how
interested she was in him. No, no, that couldn't happen!
"And I think he was interested in you, if you know what I mean," Susan said, giggling
and jabbing her friend in the ribs.
"Susan, stop that! You know I never..." Emily began angrily.
"I know, I know," her friend interrupted, giving a weary sigh while dragging out the
dress rack. "Come on, give me a hand. I don't want another lecture on your virginity."
Emily flushed again, helping her friend and keeping quiet. Was it so wrong for her to
keep her virginity? Susan wasn't the only one who laughed at her for doing it. But her
mother and father had told her a girl's cherry was the most important thing she could
give a man on her wedding night. Still, that throbbing, hot, itchy sensation between her
legs made her question those moral teachings more and more. She was only human.
How could she avoid men when her mind kept centering on them? The young woman
had seen pictures of men with long, hard dicks in sex education books. At night, she
thought of them – all of them pinning her down, working her silky body over with
their hands, drilling their tongues into her mouth while each of them fucked her... yes,
fucked her, reaming out her wet, squishy pussy until she couldn't keep conscious!
"OH!" Emily cried, her knees weakening. She leaned against the back of the pickup and
held her stomach with one hand. She suddenly felt dizzy and sick.
"Something wrong?" Susan asked, her forehead wrinkled with concern as she rushed
over to her friend.
"No, no, I'm okay," Emily said, brushing her friend away and pulling out another box
of old dresses.
The two young teenagers worked hard, finally setting up their booth in an hour.
"Why don't you take some time off, now? I can handle it until you get back. It's only
nine and the people won't be coming in for another half-hour. You still don't look so
hot," Susan said, pulling out a chair from the van and unfolding it.
"I guess so. It wouldn't hurt," Emily said, smiling back at her best-friend. She turned
and walked in the direction opposite the bikers – even though she saw Ed standing in
the aisle, his big arms folded across his chest and his eyes fastened on her. No, no, she
wouldn't give in to her base lusts. And yet, she could feel the excitement growing
between her legs even though she was putting some distance between her and the
cyclist. The friction of her cunt-lips over her swollen clit as she walked down the aisle
had become excruciating. She felt even shamefully close to an orgasm!
How clinical that sounds, Emily thought to herself as she rounded the corner and
stopped at a fresh fruit and vegetable stand. Eyeing the squash and cucumbers, the girl
thought of Ed Dennis and that suspicious bulge between his legs. How long was he? A
man like that could split a woman in two! And those eyes – those dark, conquering
eyes that seemed to burn with an unnatural, unholy light!
"May I help you, Miss?"
Emily jerked back into consciousness. She lowered her eyes and realized she'd been
running her fingers over the cock-shaped vegetables. The girl withdrew her hand as if
she had been burned. Darting a glance at the young man behind the counter, she saw
his hps curl up into a knowing smirk. He was rubbing his groin against the back of his
stand while staring at her tits and cunt. If there hadn't been several other people beside
her, Emily was certain he would have made some lewd remark. As it was, she flashed
him a filthy look, then continued on down the aisle.
Several times, the young blonde teen glanced over the booths to make sure her friend
Susan was okay. She saw the girl busily chatting to an older woman who was selling
antiques in the next booth.
No need for me to get back, Emily thought to herself as she wandered aimlessly up and
down the aisles of the swapmeet. Her mind was still on Ed, try as she might to drive
him away. Oh, if only he hadn't smiled at her, hadn't talked in that smooth, almost
demonic voice of his! How her flesh puckered up into goosepimples when he spoke to
her! If only she could control herself a little better! Then she could talk to men like him
without feeling as if... as if she had to give herself to them!
"Daydreaming again?"
That familiar voice snapped her back. Emily blinked her eyes and looked curiously at
the man who had spoken! Oh, God! Her wandering had taken her right back to the
aisle where she and Susan had set up... right into Ed's booth! She stood frozen to the
ground, her lower jaw slackened with surprise and horror.
"Hey, I've had lots of effects on people... but I don't think I've ever made anyone sick,"
Ed said, watching as Emily turned ash-white.
"I don't think I... feel so good," the girl said haltingly, holding her belly and leaning
against one of the poles of Ed's canopy. She stumbled forward, accidentally kicking a
hubcap into the aisle.
"Come on, you've gotta sit down," Ed said, slipping one hand around her waist and
pulling her gently toward the black van backed into his spot. Emily wanted to scream,
to beg him not to take her in there. She was sick, but not from any virus. Her mind was
fighting her body. Oh, God, and the sensation of his powerful arm looped around her
waist made her nearly faint! She couldn't lay down, not with him next to her! Oh, what
could she do?
"Please..."
But Ed was insistent. He glanced around to make sure no one was watching as he
opened the rear doors and helped the trembling blonde teenager into the van.
"It's... so... dark!"
Emily narrowed her eyes, squinting as she crawled into the vehicle. There was the smell
of newly upholstered furniture. As her eyes became accustomed to the interior light, the
girl saw that whoever owned the van had spent a good deal of time and money fixing it
up. The floor, walls and ceiling were all padded with plush, dark-green shag carpeting.
A small wood bar was toward the front, while a bed tucked to the left of the van was
suspiciously turned down.
"I'm really all right," Emily insisted, feeling her ass sink down into the soft mattress. It
was comfortable – too comfortable for her. She felt her heart pounding while her chest
tightened and her mouth went dry. Ed crouched in front of her, his massive bulk
blocking the way out. Emily felt hemmed in, intimidated by the big cyclist.
"Why don't you lie down awhile? I'll keep watch," Ed said, stretching out one hand and
pushing her back.
Emily felt too weak to argue. Maybe if she obeyed him, and pretended to sleep, he'd go
away. Then she could get up and get out.
"Okay. Maybe you should tell Susan I'm here," Emily said, tucking her long legs into
the bed and rolling to one side. She closed her eyes, pretending to slowly fall asleep. But
Emily was still wideawake, listening for any sound that would indicate Ed was making
an advance toward her.
But the biker only mumbled something, sliding out of his van and closing one door.
The young woman rested quietly, not daring to make a move – waiting for the door to
shoot open and Ed to fly in, covering her mouth with one hand and tearing off her
clothes with the other. Nothing happened. The minutes ticked by and Emily still found
herself alone. He wasn't going to try anything. She was safe. She should have been
happy. And yet, the blonde teenager could only bite her lip in frustration. A tear of
shame leaked down her cheek.
Emily lay in the semi-darkness for a long time, crying. Slowly, she fell asleep, thinking
about Ed – about anyone who would take away the sense of shame and humiliation
that seemed to accompany the itchy feeling between her thighs! Fucking was for other
people, she thought. Not for her. No, she would have to wait until she married!
These thoughts whirled around in her brain as Emily slowly sank into sleep. She
dreamed terrible, erotic things. Men chased her, their naked bodies sweating while their
hands stretched out for her. And still the girl ran – ran though her cunt flooded pussy
butter... ran though she was burning hotly down between her shivering thighs. Oh,
God, if only something could take away the horrible sensation of that hotness, that
tightness!
And then it came. In her dream, Emily felt something touching her cunt-lips, working
the hot, rubbery, slick edges together, milking them against one another until frothy
love-oil slicked down her thighs. Her ass was squirming on the small bed, her thighs
spreading farther apart. Yes, yes, one of the men in her dream had caught up with her,
had thrown her down onto the ground and ripped off her clothing. He was going to
rape her! And there was nothing she could – or wanted – to do.
Emily awoke with a start and realized the dream wasn't a dream at all. Ed was
crouching down next to her, his shirt having slid off his shoulders. His Levi's were 
halfunzipped. Between his thick-muscled legs, she could make out the full length and
thickness of his dick pressing against the faded blue material. He had somehow pulled
down her panties. They were wrapped tightly around her knees. Her pussy had been
exposed – hot, wet, and ready for a good fucking. His right hand was wedged between
her cunt-lips, his thumb working over her clit, while his fingers kept on working inside
her bloated pussy.
At first, the young blonde teen was too shocked, too horrified, to say anything. She lay
on the bed, her eyes widened with surprise! How could he think of doing something
like this, almost in public. Behind the closed van doors, she could hear the sounds of
people walking by. If one of those doors happened to open...
"Don't! Take your hand away!" Emily finally was able to say. The girl jerked one hand
out and slapped Ed firmly on the arm.
"You don't really want me to, do you? Come on, honey, I know you want to get fucked.
Shit, you're so fuckin' wet, you're gonna stain my fuckin' bed!"
Emily blushed furiously. No one had talked to her like that before. She reached over
with her other hand and tried pulling Ed's hand from her snatch. No man could touch
her there before marriage! Her mother's warning flashed through her mind. Only
whores let men...!
"Don't! Stop it before I... call the police," the young woman cried, twisting her thighs
around while still beating Ed's hand futilely with her fists. Oh, how she wanted to cry
out! But what would people think if they were to throw open the doors and find her
alone with...oh, no, it was too horrible to think of!
"I don't think you're going to," Ed said, reluctantly pulling his fingers from her pussy.
He drew them up to his nose and sniffed. "Ummmm, good and hot enough to broil my
cock when I stick it in."
Emily shivered. He was so sure, so powerful, and used to having his own way. She
edged back on the bed, covering her pussy with her hands. He was the kind of man she
fantasized about. Oh, God, how he was making her feel as he stared so wildly at her.
He was breathing hard, panting like an animal!
"What about your things out there?"
"Jack my buddy's watchin'. He don't even know you're in here. Thinks I got tired.
Now, you keep real quiet and nobody's gonna guess," Ed said, reaching over and
tugging at her halter.
"Oh, don't... please, I..."
Emily couldn't talk anymore. She couldn't control her feelings. Ed sensed this and
rolled on top of her, his knees forcing hers apart while his hands pinned her shoulders
to the bed.
Trapped! Nothing she could do to get away! Emily felt panic – then almost a sense of
relief – as the biker's mouth cemented itself to hers. The responsibility of what was
about to happen was off her shoulders. Rape, that's what it was!


Chapter 2

Emily grabbed at him. To her surprise, her tongue drove hard into Ed's mouth. For a
reluctant virgin, the young blonde teenager found herself a most willing and curious
victim of rape! She twisted her body under him, her hands digging at his naked back.
She devoured his hard kiss, loving the sensation of his big thighs pinning her to the
bed. That wonderful, strange sensation in her pussy grew stronger and hotter.
Ohhhh, she could hardly breathe! The air in the van grew thick and moist. She could
smell her musky pussy as the big biker drove his tongue deeper into her mouth. Emily
tore her mouth away, gasping for air. At the same time, her hand moved down between
their hunching bodies and went to the long, stiff bulge in his pants.
"OHHHHHH!"
His cock was hot, even through the thick cloth. Emily felt his prick once more,
squeezing the warm bulge and feeling it respond with a series of sharp, rapid jerks. Ed
groaned, twisting on top of her and begging her to stop.
"Baby, you're somethin' else," he groaned, moving his face to one side of her head and
breathing into her ear.
Emily let out a shivering moan, feeling the tip of his tongue worm its way into her ear
canal. The girl wallowed her bare shoulders into the soft bed, working her ass from side
to side, feeling her tingly cuntal-walls rubbing together.
Something had flipped a switch in her mind. Every nerve-ending in her body was
tingling, letting off a strange electricity that made the girl jerk like a speared fish. 
Ohhh, how she wanted Ed – how she wanted him to keep kissing and stroking her... and even
more!
Yes, she wanted his cock-wanted to feel that long, hot thing that was pressing through
the Levi material against her bare white thighs. And ohhh, how she wished he would
take off her halter! How her nipples ached as they scratched against the material of her
big bra cups!
Ed's hands moved down, smoothing over her slender boyish hips, then down around
her taut, fleshy buttocks. Ohh, how deliciously forbidden it felt to have his fingers
pressing into her firm ass-flesh. Emily let out a long, low moan as Ed moved one hand
up to her halter and fumbled with the snap. There was some muffled cursing. Then her
halter loosened, sliding off Emily's shoulders and dropping to the carpeted van floor.
"You're beautiful, baby, really beautiful," Ed said, his eyes bright with excitement as he
surveyed the naked, trembling blonde teenager under him. Her tits were high and firm,
almost too big for her tall, slender body. The clear, white flesh of her legs and arms set
off the dark pink circles around her stiff nipples.
Emily felt a sudden surge of pride as Ed studied her body. Here was a man who was
going to tear her virginity from her... by force, if necessary. There was no help to be
found here. And yet, she couldn't really care less.
"I... I want you..." No, no, she couldn't beg for him to fuck her. No, that was too
forward, too awful! She'd really be a whore, then! Yes, he had to take the initiative – or
else Emily would share in the blame for the loss of her cherry!
The biker smiled, seeming to realize her dilemma. Reaching down, he trailed his fingers
over her body, leaving a shivery sensation – a chill-following his warm touch. Emily
closed her eyes and bit her lower hp. She loved the slow way he drew his hand along
her body, moving it closer to her pussy. He slid his fingers along the curve of her hip,
then across the wide soft area at the top of her thighs. Emily felt a charge building up
in her snatch. She could almost feel a spark when his hand drew away from the fringe
of her cunt.
"Come on, baby, feel what's gonna split you apart," Ed said. He backed away and rested
his hairy ass on the balls of his*feet, after having slipped his Levi's over his ankles.
Emily looked at his cock, her hand moving slowly toward it. Ed's dark-haired balls were
just above her eye level. She thought his dick looked like a big spear. She stared
curiously at the way the end of it flared out then tapered down into a thick shaft. She
could almost feel it moving inside her, all through her body, moving the organs inside
her to one side as it plunged deeper and deeper into her pussy!
"Yeah, yeah."
Emily moved her fingers experimentally along the big cock-shaft. The sliding of the
outer skin over the hard inner bar of dick-flesh thrilled her. She touched the spongy,
purple head of his dick. Emily squeezed once more, then gasped.
"It's still growing!"
"You bet," Ed gasped out, humping his thighs, fucking his cock in and out of her
clenched fingers. Emily could feel something hot and greasy oiling down her fingers.
He was dripping something out of his dick-head! What was it? Was it the stuff that was
going to shoot off inside her? She'd read somewhere that men leak like that to help
their dicks enter tight young cunts. If that were true, then Ed was going to have an easy
time of it! Her fingers and palms were wet with the hot oil bubbling out of his piss-slit.
"Baby, I don't even know your goddamned name," Ed whispered in her ear, caressing
her shoulders, then moving his hands back down to her ass.
"Emily," she whispered, her body feeling alive, alert to sensations she'd never felt
before. She loved the wiry, scratchy touch of the biker's chest – hairs against her
nipples. The small, sticky drops of cum on the end of his dick warmed a spot on her
lower belly now that her fingers were off his big cock. While she watched his big rod
jerk and hump around, inches above her, she thought her body would melt into a pool
of heavy liquid – once Ed went down on top of her and really started fucking.
Then, the big man hunched on top of her, his body covering hers and pushing her deep
into the bed. Emily groaned into his spit-slicked lips. She could feel his tongue washing
over the insides of her mouth, going back so far she almost gagged. She could feel his
tongue washing over her molars, brushing her tonsils, almost touching the back of her
throat.
Ohhh, it was making her cunt even hotter than before! The girl sucked hard on his
tongue, inviting him to push down harder and deeper. She opened her mouth wider,
working her lips against his, enjoying the bristly feeling of his whiskers against her chin
and cheeks. And all the while,, there was the wet, sliding sensation of his naked body
against hers.
"Ummmmm!"
The warm, soft feeling around her pussy seemed to flow up to her brain. She opened
her legs, her head rolling from side to side. Something deep inside her body took over.
All her moral values disappeared. Now, she was a woman responding to the animal
caresses of a man. Feelings and emotions surrounded her completely!
Emily slid her fingers around Ed's broad shoulders. Her fingers trailed down his back,
moving down to his humping hairy asscheeks. Ohhhh, how wonderful! Her slender
hips rolled against Ed's.
"Man, man," Ed groaned, tearing his mouth away and sucking hard at her throat.
Emily tilted her head back, letting out a low groan while she squeezed her asscheeks
together and hunched up hard against his hard, hot prong. His cock was almost
burning her sensitive thighs. There was a wet, hard hunger for his dick deep inside her.
Her heart pounded while a lump thickened in her throat.
"OHHHHHHH!"
Emily felt his fingers go back to her pussy. He was working her cunt-lips together
again, pinching her sensitive pussy-flaps, making them pucker, caressing the flesh
around her snatch, rubbing his thumb over her clit until she thought she was going to
piss from excitement! "You ready, baby?"
Emily felt her heart contract! Stories from her girlfriends about how awful the first fuck
was shot through her head. There were stories about awful pain – even blood! Oh,
God, no, no, she couldn't go through something like that! Panic suddenly rose in her
throat. Did she dare cry but? What would people say if they caught her and Ed in this
position?
As if he understood her nervousness, Ed kissed her again. Emily felt a rush of lust blow
over her. When his fingers spread her cunt-lips apart again, moving slow and gentle,
Emily somehow guessed the big biker would make the fucking as painless as possible.
"Now, baby, get ready."
Emily sucked in a deep breath and closed her eyes, her mind centering on an image of
her pussy. She pushed her raised knees a little farther apart. Emily bore down, trying to
force the unplowed channel of her pussy open for his cock. In the background, the girl
could hear muffled voices arguing about the prices of various biker equipment. It was a
warning for both of them not to get too carried away.
"Will it hurt?" she asked in a tiny little girl's voice.
"Just relax/' he said reassuringly, smoothing one hand over her damp forehead, kissing
the young girl gently on her eyes. Ed stroked back and forth, the end of his cock
moving up and down at the mouth of her tight, wet pussy. The blonde teenager did her
best to relax. She tightened her arms around his back. The sensitive skin of her pussy
surrounded the round shape of his cock-head. Emily's clit glowed, then shrank back as
his fat dick-head came near.
"Oh, God, please... please be gentle," the young woman begged. He moved his hips
around in a broad circle, reaming out her cunt-hole.
"Ohhh, baby, don't worry. I'm not gonna kill you," Ed said.
Emily believed him. As his cock speared her at different angles, it spread her cuntal
walls farther apart. Oh, she was ready for him – ready as ever she could be!
Then the agonizing heat – the sensation that made her want to get fucked so badly –
turned into a sharp, concentrated pain. Emily arched her back, her eyes widening while
her breathing became shallow. She stared wonderingly at Ed while she snapped her
knees together, trapping his thick-muscled thighs between her legs.
"Easy, Emily. Easy babe. I'll be careful."
Emily bit her lower lip.
"You're tearing something inside me!" She clung to him like a drowning kitten.
Ed kept quiet, slipping one hand between their bellies and gently running a finger along
the center of the girl's cuntal mound. Emily let her hips roll toward him once more.
The slippery touching made her pussy feel like a glowing piece of burning coal. The
pain that had tightened her cuntal muscle eased. There was a fresh, heavier flow of
cuntal juice seeping around his fat cock-head.
Emily felt the ridge around his rod between her pussy-lips. The small motions of his
shaft made her puffy pussy-lips feel bigger and more sensitive than before. Emily timed
the motion of her thighs to the strokes of his fingers and the power of his cock.
"Ready, now?"
Emily nodded her head up and down, not daring to look the big man in the face. There
was something too willing on her part, something too eager, that made her blush under
him. Ed pushed his finger right to the tip of her clit and the young girl gasped, her eyes
bugging out. A short, sharp bolt of lightning flashed up her spine and exploded in her
brain. With a powerful forward shove, the head of Ed's cock ripped through Emily's
cherry!
For a second, the girl thought she was going to pass out. She'd never known such pain!
Yet before she knew it, the pain was gone, having merged with the wonderful hot
sensation of having a dick all the way inside her. Ed lay quietly on top of her for several
minutes, kissing her lightly on the throat while the girl became used to the feeling of a
cock in her cunt.
"Okay, baby, now for the real fun!"
Emily rested on his prick. His cock-knob was just past the most sensitive part of her
cunt. He'd drawn it out to that point, the ridge of his dick stimulating her nerveendings. 
She contracted her cunt-muscle involuntarily, milking lightly at him without
moving her hips. He groaned into a spit-slicked kiss.
Emily's tongue writhed against his like a snake, battling to silently tell him how much
she needed him. She sucked at his tongue, feeling the inner edges of each of his teeth.
The rising heat in her pussy made her move again. She forgot her modesty – forgot
that she was a newly deflowered virgin! Something instinctive deep inside took over,
making the girl twist her body in order to get the maximum amount of friction from
Ed's hard dick.
"Baby, baby," Ed groaned, reaching up with both hands and cupping her heaving tits.
Emily groaned when she felt him kneading her resilient tit-flesh, his fingers pinching
her nipples so hard she thought he was going to rip them off.
"Ohhhh, you feel so good, sooooo..."
Emily couldn't finish the sentence. She felt his dick trenching out her virgin pussy,
taking away the pain from her torn cherry. Ohh, how delicious it felt to be impaled like
that, feeling as if she were being sacrificed to some crude pagan god.
Ed panted in her ear. His cock slid in and out of her stretched cunt faster and faster, his
fat balls slapping against her ass.
Emily bit her lip. The combinations of all those sensations were too strong for her. She
curled her fingers and dug her nails hard into his back. Ed groaned, tearing his mouth
away from her lips and letting out a sharp cry. He drove his hips down hard, grinding
his thighs against hers. Emily shouted back, throwing her legs up in the air and
scissoring them tightly around his back-grinding her pussy hard against his groin.
Ohhh, how delicious it felt when his dick-head scraped against her pussy-walls when
she rocked her ass back and forth. A strange knot of sensation grew in the pit of her
belly. Her hips rolled uncontrollably as the cock in her pussy seemed to balloon.
"Fuck, damn you, fuck," Ed cried, sweat trickling down his forehead and burning into
his eyes. The big biker jerked his head from side to side, knocking the drops of
perspiration off while he thrust into the panting young blonde. The van rocked gently
as the two of them turned the final corner in their fucking spree.
"I can't take much more... can't take," Emily cried out, jerking up and biting Ed hard
on the shoulder.
The big cyclist shouted, snapping one hand up and knocking the grunting young
blonde back down onto the bed. Emily cried out, feeling the sting on her cheeks as the
big man kept on pounding her cunt with his cock. She jerked her ass back and forth,
loving the sensation of his sweaty crotch beating hers.
Ohhh, how tightly her cunt was clenching, holding onto the pistoning dick as best it
could, while Ed's breathing became shallow and irregular. When she felt her pussy
muscles flexing, she watched as the big man's body jerked in response. She may have
been pinned down and helpless, but she had some power, too. The young girl was
amazed at how violent the young man could get when she flexed her pussy. She even
took hold of his dick and held it in one positon for several seconds before letting it sink
back in or fall back out. Once, the blonde teen tried crying out for him to slow down.
She could tell he was too aroused. Was he going to end it for them too quickly, leaving
her hanging in the air with no satisfaction? No, impossible! Emily had sacrificed too
much to be left high and dry while Ed popped off.
"In, in, in," the girl repeated with every fucking forward thrust.
"Baby, can't hold back much more," Ed replied. He ground his belly against the top of
Emily's cunt-mound. The fiery rub against the top of her clit added to the electric-like
shocks jolting her body. The zone around her crotch was flaming. The pain and blazing
pleasure shot through the young girl like fire. All Emily could hear was her roaring
pulse.
The swirling, searching motions of Ed's dick-head in her belly excited her every sense.
The young woman felt as if she were drowning – her mind disappearing into the
simmering oily bath of her dick-filled pussy. The noise of her pulse increased. She could
hear herself crying out for him to stop, begging him not to go any further. Oh, God,
what was going to happen? She felt as if the entire world were about to blow apart in
front of her! A mountain of lust swelled up in her crotch.
The dick in her cunt was fucking wildly, driving even more sensation into her
overloaded nerves. Her hips swirled around. Her ass pranced madly for his cock. The
noisy slurping of Ed's cock pistoning in and out of her tightening pussy filled her ears.
Then, a great earthshaking vibration started in the young blonde's cunt, blasting out in
waves through the rest of her body. Emily opened her eyes wide, her jaw slackening, as
a strange moan escaped from her throat.
"AHHHHHH!"
The young blonde screamed – or at least she thought she did. It sounded as if someone
at the other end of the swapmeet was shouting. But Emily knew it was her own voice
begging Ed to go slow. Impossible! Both of them had pitched over the edge and were
wallowing in the throes of their climaxes.
Another tremendous wave of orgasm racked her body. Emily bucked under the
ramming strokes of Ed's dick. She saw the big man jerking and twisting on top of her,
his face a mask of twisted lust. Emily let her mind escape in a long high wail of
pleasure. She dug her fingers into the big man's hairy ass, dragging him even deeper
into her cunt.
"NO, NO, NOOOOOO!"
The young woman let the tapering waves of her climax carry her away. She didn't know
how long the two of them rested there like statues, neither one daring to say a word as
they fought to get back their breath. Finally, Ed moved, pushing up from her and
kissing her lightly on the forehead.
"You're a damned quick learner," he said, pulling his flaccid cock from her cunt. Emily
winced when she felt his flanged dick-head pop out of her cunt-hole. Glancing down,
she saw some pink froth on either side of her pussy-lips and guessed it was the blood
from her torn cherry. It wasn't as much as she'd been led to believe. Another lie about
sex told to her by her mother and friends!
"Please, let me go. I've got to get back," Emily said, fighting through her fatigue. She
felt confusion and shame – yet a strange kind of freedom overwhelmed her. She had to
be alone for a while to sort things out.
"Okay, okay," Ed said impatiently, rolling off the small bed and sliding on his Levi's.
"Just don't get panicky and get the whole world in here."
Emily nodded, curling up and leaning against the side of the van. Licking the tops of
her knees, she watched the big biker get dressed. How strong he was – and masterful!
Would all the men she knew after this be like him?


Chapter 3

"Is your friend still there?" Emily asked nervously, adjusting her halter as she crouched
behind one of the van doors.
"Yeah, Jack's still out there. Hey, babe, L don't think he could hear you wailin' away in
there when you came," Ed said, patting the young girl on the ass.
Emily blushed, reaching around and knocking his hand away. Now, such familiarity
embarrassed her. The teenager's tender cunt still throbbed from the ramming it had
received. Still, Emily felt her clit standing up – pulsing and itching for more dick-meat.
But her old morality had finally reared its head. No, she couldn't go again with Ed
Dennis, even though every fiber in her body wanted to. She knew what happened to
girls who fucked too often. Stories went around and soon the girl was the object of
every dirty joke the men could think of. No, Emily didn't want that to happen to her.
"Please, send him away. It's getting late and I'm sure Susan..."
"Okay, I'll think of something," Ed growled, pushing the girl back and opening the
door. He slammed it behind him immediately. Emily crouched behind"the doors and
pressed her ear against the small windows, listening to the big man joke with his buddy
for a while. She closed her eyes and locked her fingers together. Slow panic began to
rise in her throat. What would she tell Susan? How could she explain her absence? Her
girlfriend must be frantic! And then she had her own moral breach to reckon with. But
that would come later.
The door cracked open after several more minutes. Emily shrank back with a small cry,
then saw it was Ed.
"He's off to the snack stand for some beer. Come on, you can get out now," Ed said,
reaching in and taking her by the arm.
Emily stepped out, squinting her eyes because of the bright daylight. The aisle was filled
with people all eyeing the colorful merchandise spread out on blankets or hanging on
display stands. No one seemed to notice the pretty pert young blonde who had just
emerged from the van.
"You can get back to your friend, now. Looks like she's pretty damned busy," Ed
commented, craning his neck and watching the brunette busily deal with several
customers clustered around the large pickup.
"Oh, God, she's going to kill me," Emily groaned, brushing her long blonde hair back
over her shoulders and starting to walk away.
"Hey, remember, you need any place to bed down..." Ed didn't finish the sentence.
When Emily turned around, she saw him gesturing toward the van. At the same time,
several passersby looked at the two of them, caught the meaning, and smirked. Emily
wheeled around and stalked back to Susan.
"Where were you? I've been going out of my mind. We've already done over a hundred
dollars on these rags. I could use help," the girl said reproachfully as she sold another
dress.
"I'm... I'm sorry Susan. I guess I just got carried away," the girl stammered, not daring
to look in the direction of the bikers.
All through the rest of the afternoon, Emily thought of Ed, of his big cock, of how it
had reamed her pussy and stretched her itchy cuntal walls, making her stiff clit glow
white-hot. And then there was that core of steamy joy burning up her snatch! How Ed's
prick felt when it had fucked her so beautifully! She had come and come and come, her
ass dancing over the small, narrow bed while Ed glued his mouth to hers and drove his
tongue deep into her throat!
Several times, Susan had to shake her friend back into reality as Emily leaned against
the pickup, folding her arms over her tits and thinking of what had happened that
morning. Occasionally, the girl peeked down the aisle at the bikers. Ed was there with
his friend Jack and one or two others. They were all squatting around, talking to
various people who had stopped to ask questions or buy. He seemed to have completely
forgotten about her and what had happened in the van.
He probably has a girl a night, Emily thought as Susan announced they had done
nearly over two hundred dollars and that it was time to pack up.
"We've got come out here next Saturday. We sure can use the money," Susan said as
she folded the old dresses carefully and laid them in the boxes.
"Why not tomorrow?" Emily bit her lip. She thought somehow she was giving away her
reason for coming back to the swapmeet.
"Well, I don't know. Seems like a lot of work," the brunette said hesitatingly. Susan
looked at the fading crowd, then down at her half-empty boxes of dressed. "Why not? I
wasn't planning on it. But we sure can use the money."
Half of Emily reproached her for having suggested coming to the meet the following
day. She had let a man fuck her. Was she begging for it a second time? No, the other
half said. But in her heart, the hot, eager blonde teen knew that was a lie.
When they finished packing and shut the doors of the pickup, Emily saw Ed stand up
in front of his van. Oh, how her pussy shuddered when she saw him put his big hands
on his thighs and stare steadily at her! How her nipples stood on end, poking against
the thin white cotton material of her halter. Several men passing noticed her tit-tips and
her dark surrounding nipple-flesh. They raised their eyebrows in approval. Emily
ignored them. All she cared about was Ed and what he thought.
"Emily!" Susan called from the front of the truck. The blonde closed her eyes and
sucked in a long, deep breath. Oh, God, how could she deal with these new feelings
tearing at her? "Emily, will you come on? I've got to pick my brother up at the Reserve
Center at four."
Emily tore her eyes away from the big biker and reluctantly climbed into the truck. All
the way home she said little, pretending she was tired – though Susan told her she
couldn't imagine why since she'd worked so little. The blonde teen pressed her burning
forehead against the window and watched the scenery pass by, her mind a mixture of
images of men and women fucking. Some of those women were Emily, their legs in
various positions, their cunts being stretched farther and farther apart while cocks...
ohhhh, her mind was becoming a porno book!
That evening Emily ate little, thankful her mother was talking about some new crime
spree in the city. That was her mother's latest interest – crimes and deaths. Somehow
Emily made it through dinner, excusing herself early and going to her room. She was
exhausted, drained not only from helping Susan unpacking and packing, but from her
wild fuck with Ed and the following emotional drain. The young blonde quickly peeled
off her clothes and climbed into the shower, twisting her lithe body around and around,
letting the drops of water wash the guilt away.
But it remained, haunting her as she lay naked in bed and tried to sleep. Emily tried to
think about school, about the coming year in college. She should be thinking about her
studies, her professional future. But her mind went back to that small van – to that
narrow bed where she had been stripped, pinned and fucked. How musky and good he
had smelled! How firm his body was. How hard and yet how strangely gentle his touch
was.
"Ohhhh!" Emily groaned, folding the pillow over her ears and twisting around on the
bed. She ground her thighs and belly against the topsheet, feeling her body grow hot
and sweaty. If only she could have him tonight, just for a few minutes – then she was
sure she could get rid of that burning itch between her legs!
She sobbed into the pillow, closing her eyes and biting at the soft cotton covering in
frustration.
Oh, she was so hot, so ready for a fucking! What had Ed switched on in her? The girl
tried once more to concentrate on anything but that biker – sheep, nuns, something!
But all she could think of was that big man and his bare hairy chest – how it felt
scraping over her stiff nipples, how his hairy groin felt against her shivering white
thighs spread widely apart for his fucking dick!
"No, uhhhh, no," Emily cried softly, edging her knees forward while moving her fingers
down to her cunt. She had to jerk herself off, touch herself, even though her mother
had told her only perverted women did that. The old taboo. And yet she overcame it,
gasping as her cold fingers touched her sensitive cunt-lips through her thick matted
pussy-hairs.
"Ed!" she sighed, easing her ass down. Her round, white asscheeks started moving up
and down as she hunched against the fingers of her right hand. The girl sighed again as
her fingernails scratched her inner cuntal muscles. Emily straightened her spine for a
moment, wiggling her thighs back and forth to create more friction. She thought of the
big man, thought of his fat long dick, and sighed.
For a second, the girl panicked. Could her mother hear? She was moaning so loudly. Ed
had told her he was surprised his buddy hadn't noticed anything strange. Emily froze,
pricking up her ears. No, no one was behind the door. Sighing in relief, the young
blonde started fucking her cunt against her fingers, again. Ohhh, how good it felt, how
exciting, especially when she thought of Ed and how he thrust his dick into her seepy
pussy.
"No, uhhhh, nooooo. Oh, God, it's so good, I'm going to die. I know it, I'm going to...
uhhhhh!"
She wouldn't stop now even if her mother had thrown the door open and screamed at
her. She rollad her thighs in a counter-rhythm, forcing her swollen clit over her
fingernails. Oh, she was close, close, very close!
"AHHHHHHH!"
An orgasm began, making her cry out and lurch back and forth. She was still full of
excitement, feeling flashes of lust tear through her body. Her nipples itched
excruciatingly as they dragged across the wrinkled topsheet. Beneath her, the small
single bed groaned and squeaked as her body writhed in the bright moonlight filtering
into her bedroom. She was panting, sweating-chilled to the point of numbness as she
raised her ass high. With only the tips of her fingers in her pussy-slit, the young woman
swung her thighs from side to side, gouging every fuck-muscle she could find.
"Ed... Ed, uhhhhhh!"
Emily thought of the big biker and her hips worked faster. She dug them into her cunt.
Then, with one final twist she was through. The young blonde teen jerked her knees
up, rolling on her right side while still stroking her sensitive pussy-walls.
"Oh, God, God, what's happening to me?" the young girl whispered in a tight voice,
curling up into a fetal position. She felt a warm comforting glow spread over her, not
unlike the sensation she'd had after the fucking she'd received that morning. The young
woman lay hovering between consciousness and sleep for several seconds. Vague images
of fucking filtered through her mind. Then, with a long sigh, Emily fell asleep, her cunt
still rumbling and fluttering – ready for another round of sex-play.
The following day began much as the previous one. Susan picked her up at five in the
morning and they drove silently out to the swapmeet grounds. Once or twice the young
brunette made comments about how she was going to make sure Emily didn't get away
for three hours like she did before. The blonde smiled, telling Susan she was
exaggerating. No, she had no intentions of staying away that long. She was there to
work, to help.
But in the back of her mind she thought of Ed, thought of that van and the small bed
inside. Oh, could she actually go through with it again? Was she such a low, base slut
that she would throw herself at his feet and beg him to fuck her again? She had played
so hard to get! She'd begged him not to take advantage of her. And yet now she was
planning ways to fuck once more!
"We're here!"
As they drove through the fair grounds, picking their way carefully down the aisles as
men and women set up their temporary booths, Emily searched ahead for that van. As
they turned down the far aisle she spotted it! Her heart contracted. There was no one
around at the moment. They were all probably around the snack stand getting
breakfast. Would she actually leave her friend again and go to Ed and...
"Okay, we're here. Come on, it was your big idea," Susan said, turning off the engine
and sliding out. Emily was glad of the work that followed. As she pulled the boxes from
the truck and helped her friend set up the stand, the young woman concentrated on
what had to be done, successfully driving out all thoughts of the bikers who were down
at the other end of the aisle.
But soon the two young women were through and Emily had nothing to do. Susan
added to the problem by telling her friend she could roam around, but be sure to be
back in an hour because that was when the general public would be streaming in.
For a while, Emily refused to go anywhere, sitting on a collapsible chair, folding her
hands in her lap and trying to carry on a conversation with Susan. But her heart was
beating too hard for her to concentrate. She kept shifting her eyes, trying to see if Ed
was there without attracting Susan's suspicion.
"I'm going for a walk, Susan." She couldn't handle it any longer. Leaving her friend, the
young blonde teen sauntered down the aisle, looking at the various goods being set out
for sale, pretending to be interested in the different booths – while all the time she
could almost feel Ed's eyes on her! She was certain he was there, staring at her, hoping
she'd come by and talk. The young woman almost felt a sense of power as she
approached the van.
But when she turned around, Emily saw Jack and another man sitting behind their
motorcycle parts. Ed was nowhere around.
"Hi, baby. You're the one from yesterday, right?"
Emily froze to the ground, her eyes darting from right to left. Did anyone hear? And
did that remark mean what she took: it to mean? Was her guilt getting the better of
her?
"Where's Ed?" she asked, deciding to ignore the remark.
"Inside. Decided he needed some rest after last night. We went out drinkin'. Good day
for us yesterday. And you?"
"It was okay," she answered coolly, deciding it would be better to return later.
"Hey, don't go away. He'll be damned glad to see you," Jack said, his thick hps curling
up into a cynical smile. The other cyclist didn't say a word. He was blond and thickly
built. Unlike Ed and Jack, he was clean-shaven. But like the other two, Emily noticed a
long, thick bulge between his legs. It must be a criterion to have a fat dick before
becoming a biker, she mused, as Jack stood up and opened up the van door. Emily
peered in and saw nothing.
"Go on and say hi. You weren't all that bashful yesterday."
Emily flushed red again. She knew she should run from them. She had a chance. But
Ed was inside. He wouldn't let anything happen to her. Besides, all she had to do was
scream if anything went wrong, and hundreds of people would be on top of them in a
second.
Brushing by the two bikers, the young blonde placed one foot up on the bumper and
hiked into the dark van. In an instant, she realized she'd been fooled. There was no one
inside. The place was littered with crushed beer cans and stank of stale cigarette smoke.
Turning around, the young woman found herself face to face with the grinning Jack.
"Let me by," she said, her pulse racing when she saw him still blocking the doorway,
his arms stretched to either side of his body and his fingers pressed against both walls
of the van. He was crouching toward her. Emily's eyes widened while a cold sweat
broke out on her forehead. She tried screaming but her voice froze. All she could do
was let out a tiny croak.
Jack lunged forward, knocking the blonde teen roughly down to the floor. Emily's head
struck the side of the bed, knocking her silly.
"Get the fuckin' door, then pack up. We ain't gonna do much today, anyhow. And I'm
gonna get a taste of this cunt's pussy. Ed ain't gonna be the only one who gets 'er,"
Emily heard the awful words and struggled through the fog that had settled over her
mind. She pressed her hands against the carpeted floor and tried to get up. But Jack
rolled onto her body, his hands pressed against her upper thighs while his legs pinned
hers to the floor. Emily tried to scream again. But she saw the threatening look in Jack's
black eyes and thought better of it. Outside, she could hear the other biker rattling
around, throwing in the various parts into boxes.
"He got a good taste of your pussy yesterday. He told us about it."
Emily cringed, feeling his words bite what was left of her pride.
"He told you?" the girl was crushed. She felt herself wilting like a three-day-old flower.
"Man, he couldn't say enough about you babe... I mean, about how you twist and turn
and how you gobble up cock-meat like there ain't gonna be a tomorrow. Man, I wanna
feel your cunt rubbin' against my dick!"
"Please, let me go. I'll pay you anything, just let me go," the blonde pleaded in a tiny
voice. She felt humiliated, betrayed. Oh, how could she ever look anyone in the face
again? Her worst fears had been realized. Ed had talked about her, joked about her
cunt, about the way she couldn't stop fucking! Now the others knew and were going to
rape her to find out if he was telling the truth!
"Man, there ain't enough money in the world to keep me from fuckin' you, sweet tits."
With that he threw himself completely on top of her, drilling his tongue deep into her
mouth while tearing at her halter. Emily screamed into his mouth, wiggling helplessly
under him. She tried to kick him with the balls of her feet. Managing to pull her arms
free of his body, the young teenager curled her fingers into two tight fists and beat
against his shoulders, his face, his neck. But nothing seemed to deter the big biker.
Jack's breath was stinking and heavy. He wormed his body over hers, spilling his foul
spit into her mouth until she was about to vomit.
"Owwww!" he cried, snapping his head away and jerking one hand over his mouth.
She'd bitten him on the upper lip. A small trickle of blood appeared between his
caressing fingers. "Bitch!" he screamed, raising a hand. She lay cringing, her eyes
riveted on his hand. As she trembled, he smiled, lowering his hand quickly. There was
the sound of another hard slap and her wail.
"Oooooo!"
"Okay, just don't do nothin' like that again and I won't hurt you... much."
Emily sobbed and nodded her head slowly up and down waiting for him the way a
victim waits for the executioner.


Chapter 4

Emily watched him unzip his fly, then flip the button holding his pants together. The
Levi's parted, revealing a long, thickly veined dick with a fat purplish head. Droplets of
pre-cum were already oozing from the piss-slit. Jack groaned, moving one hand down
to his dick and curling his dirty thick fingers around it, milking the liquid flesh. It was
growing longer and thicker! He used the droplets of cum to slick down his throbbing
prong.
"Man, baby, I'm gonna burn out your pussy with this rod."
Emily's eyes widened once more. She saw his balls drawing taut, pressing hard against
his groin. He was hot for her. At least there wouldn't be a long, drawn-out rape. It
would be quick...oh, God, so quick – as fast as her fuck yesterday! Oh, if only she had a
knife, she'd take care of him and his friend still gathering up goods outside. The image
of a knife grew in Emily's mind as his cock rapidly swelled to its full hardness. And yet
as much as she hated this man covering her, she wanted to touch that cock, to feel it.
Her crotch filled with a wild, gamy throbbing. Rape? No, she had to be honest with
herself. She hadn't counted on this man. But now that he was here, she'd take him, take
his friend, take any man who came along. Her pussy was hot and wet – ready for a
good strong dick to ream it out and send her floating once more into the clouds!
"Baby, you're real hot, ready for me, for anybody, right?" Jack said, sneering down at
her as he moved one hand down between them. She felt his fingers stroking across her
belly, tugging at her curled pussy-hairs. Finally, his fingers trailed along her bloated
cunt-lips, working them together, occasionally dipping into her swampy slit and
drawing up gobs of pussy-oil. She whimpered, closing her eyes and shuddering as he
scraped her cuntal walls with his ragged fingernails. Yes, yes, he was telling the awful
truth, holding up a mirror and showing her the ugly, terrible side of her nature.
"No, not true, not... true," she stammered, pushing back from him.
Jack let her go, chuckling softly as she scooted slowly away. She sobbed, hating him and
hating herself! Clenching her fists, she pressed them once more against the floor. There
was nowhere to run, nowhere to hide. The young woman was trapped and helpless in
this van. He'd be on top of her, beating her senseless if she tried screaming.
Jack edged toward her, working his Levi's down to his ankles. The hot smell of his
groin washed over her. Sweat dripped from her armpits and crotch, spilling from her
forehead and burning into her eyes. The terror of what was about to happen made her
scalp crinkle.
The biker moved closer, his fat cock waving back and forth. Oh, how strong, how
powerful his body looked. He was unfastening his shirt now, pulling it down over his
shoulders, exposing the upper portion of his body. He was covered with the same thick
animal-like fur as Ed. But there was something more basic, something more primeval
about this biker.
Emily shuddered when she stared at his eyes – black, shining, fixed like those of a rat.
Her tits swelled, the nipples taut, straining against her halter. A spasm passed through
her cunt, making her clit tingle. As her pussy-oil seeped from her slit, wetting down the
crotch panel of her shorts, the young woman realized her entire body was alive,
quivering for him. Her terror had somehow merged with her passion, producing a
powerful aphrodisiac. "Now!"
Jack was on top of her again, pawing at her tits, forcing her down to the floor. She
struggled, whimpering, begging him to let her go. His knees jabbed her thighs
painfullly while he fumbled with the halter strap. He pulled at it, sucking at her neck
while driving his cock up and down against her thighs. The young woman grunted as
he ripped the garment and pulled it from her body. As the air struck her nipples, she
yelped. Instinctively, she raised both arms. But Jack was fast, knocking them aside. Her
hands came down on her tits, protectively covering them.
But the biker would have none of that. Jerking her by the wrists, he forced her arms
aside. Her tits bounced, rolling together, then falling apart, jiggling like two large
mounds of pudding.
Jack dropped his head, opening his mouth while pinning her arms back above her head.
Emily groaned, rolling her head back and forth while shutting her eyelids tightly. He
was sucking hard on her nipples, drawing the hard nubbins up between the gap in his
teeth and rubbing his tongue against their tops. She cried out again and again, working
her ass back and forth while arching her back up and wallowing her shoulders against
the carpeting. She heard his slurping and felt his tongue lash her nipples while his
cheeks caved in from the force of his sucking. Around her sensitive tit-tips, she felt his
teeth brushing against her boobs, threatening to bite into her resilient tit-flesh.
"Yeah, baby, gonna suck them tits dry! Gonna get all the milk outta 'em."
Emily cried out again. His stubble felt like a thousand bristle brushes against her tits.
His teeth ripped at her spongy tits, sending knives of pleasure through her body. As her
terror mounted, the sweat increased on her body, making her white flesh glisten in the
dim light. She could feel his sweat dampening her body, running down her belly. The
wetness finally trickled into her cuntal crack and mingled with her cunt-juice. The
sudden sensation almost knocked the wind out of her. She flexed her thighs and raised
her ass, pressing her belly against his opened shirt front.
"Man, gettin' hot, ain'tcha? Can't keep that ass of yours still. That's just what Ed told
us."
She wanted Jack all over her. She didn't care what or who he was now. She would have
loved to have his mouth on her thighs, sucking on her cunt-lips. She felt she needed
those sharp teeth between her legs, on her clit. Oh, God, what was she thinking of!
"Stop, no, no!" The young girl panicked, pushing her palms flat against Jack's big chest.
But the big biker held on. "Man, you broads are all alike. You don't want cock, then
can't keep your fuckin' cunts to yourselves. Baby, shut the fuck up and get on this
dick!"
He jerked the shirt up and settled more comfortably between her spread legs. Emily
tried pulling back once more. But this time Jack wouldn't let her. He held her wrist
with one hand, jamming the other palm between her legs. He forced them wider apart,
cupping her crotch and squeezing until cunt-juice spattered his wrist. Emily cried out,
jerking her head back then snapping it from side to side. Her long blonde hair whipped
across her face as Jack kept on squeezing her squishy cunt-mound. She could hear his
fingers working her over. His thumb was suddenly stuck into her hot wet cunt. Jack
grunted. He shoved his thumb in at an angle, finding her clit and crushing it under his
nail.
Emily screamed. She was panting now, the veins on her neck distended. She fought
back to keep another cry down. No, she didn't want him slapping her again, knocking
her unconscious and then doing God only knows what with her!
Jack pulled his hand away. It slid from her cunt making a soft sucking noise. Then he
threw her back, unable to wait any more. Emily struck the floor, clenching her thighs,
feeling the wild electricity of sexuality spark through her cunt. The terror shot through
her as Jack threw himself onto her belly and pried her legs open with his fingers.
Emily's eyes were shut. Tears oozed from under her lids while she drew her mouth into
a tight scar.
Tightening her jaw, she bit her lower lip. Oh, how her nipples itched, ached to be
touched, to be sucked once more! Spasms of lust attacked her belly, making her
stomach turn over. He was going to fuck her, drive his cock into her pussy. She felt
him positioning himself, pushing his knees against hers, tucking his thighs under her
ass while holding onto her shoulders. His dick inched across her inner thighs, sliding
up toward her hot, damp, tight cunt-hole... "Uhhhhh!"
His weight pressed her down. His hot spongy cock-head penetrated her tangled blonde
cunt-hair. Then there was the sensation of something hot and wet touching her outer
pussy-lips. They were unstuck and forced apart, peeled back by Jack's fat, wet dickhead.
Consciously, Emily drew her knees back, letting them sag apart as Jack worked his
cock-head into her small slit. The force of his slow fuck sent shock waves through her
pussy. Her head throbbed and ached. Soon, he was all the way in her cunt, shoved all
the way up to the fat base of his rod. Jack grunted like a satisfied pig, starting to slam
into her, stretching her cunt open.
He fucked her harder and faster. As he raped her, the scalding pleasure and pain
corkscrewed, becoming something more wild, more intense than the sensations she'd
felt earlier with Ed. She actually enjoyed this kind of abuse, this kind of horror. The fact
that she was being brutalized, used in this foul fashion, excited the girl more than Ed's
gentle caresses. She'd never tell Jack. God only knows what he would do if he knew.
But the fact that his savage fucking thrilled her beyond anything she'd ever known was
certain. Her cries were those of greed, not terror. She didn't try to push him from her
body. She twisted like a wild snake, holding tightly onto his shoulders, trying to work
his dick deeper into her riole.
The big biker growled, biting her neck, bending down and sucking hard on her nipples
until she thought he was going to tear them off. He was going out of control, his sweat
dripping down off his forehead and splashing onto her throat. Their bodies rocked and
ground together. The van rocked. Their cries became wild and untamed. Anyone could
have heard the two of them shouting and groaning if they paid the slightest attention.
But neither Jack nor Emily cared. They were too far gone, to worry about what others
outside thought.
"No, no, nooooo!"
Emily felt her clit glowing hot, sputtering, ready to explode with climax at any second.
She couldn't keep her climax down any longer. Her eyes opened and she looked up.
Jack was staring straight ahead, his face the mask of intense concentration. The cords
stood out in his neck while sweat trickled freely down his face from his forehead. Oh,
he was close, close to dumping his scalding cum into her cunt. She worked her thighs
furiously from side to side, silently begging him to hurry. Emily was teetering on the
brink, feeling herself slowly falling into a wild orgasm.
"Man, I'm shootin!" Jack shouted, throwing himself flat on her body and holding onto
her thighs. The young woman screamed out something unintelligible as the first burst
of his cum burned into her snatch. Kicking up one leg, she flung both of them around
the big man, pounding his lower back with her heels. She held on as he shoved
forward, driving his dick up her slit, spraying his cum into her pussy.
The two of them carried on like that for what seemed like hours. Emily finally released
him, her arms sagging down to her sides. Ohhhh, she'd done it again! She promised
herself the night before after she'd fingered herself off that she would try to be better,
try to control herself! But how could she keep her hands off men when her cunt was
always so hot, so tight, so wet? Oh God, was she going to become like those whores
she'd seen on the streets of downtown Hollywood?
"Whew! You're one hot little bitch! You done this lots of times?"
Emily groaned, covering her eyes with her hands. Ohhh, how awful, how humiliating!
"Come on, baby. Ain't nothin' wrong with fuckin', baby. Good to feel your cunt against
my dick! Fuck, Ed was sure right when he told us about your little cunt!"
Emily felt nothing but horror and revulsion. Her stomach turned over as she looked up
at the big biker. What was he going to do to her now? She could hear his partner
shoving several boxes into the front half of the van. He was still crouched over her, his
cock shoved in her pussy, his arms pinning her shoulders to the floor. She moved her
feet slightly back and forth, feeling the carpet tickle the sensitive spots between her toes.
If only she could get enough leverage to kick him, to knock him off so she could scoot
out from under, reach the door and run for safety. Emily didn't care what people would
think when they saw her naked. All she wanted was to get out of the van and away
from these men!
"What are you going to do with me?" she asked in a small voice. If only she could move
her feet just a fraction of an inch farther to the right. Then she'd be able to kick him in
the groin.
"Baby, we got all things planned for you. Man, we're gonna push you to the limit. Even
ol' Ed agreed if we could get you back to the place."
"The place?"
Emily felt her scalp crinkle with terror. They were going to kidnap her, force her to
bend to their wills! No, she couldn't let that happen. The young blonde teen could only
imagine what lay in store for her should they have their ways.
"Please, let me go. I'll... do anything with you... anything, just don't take me..."Emily
looked up and saw that pleading was useless. His eyes glistened with excitement when
he heard her begging like that. These men fed on human anguish and terror. The more
she asked them not to do something, the more they insisted on doing it. If only she
could muster the gall to sound enthusiastic about what was going to happen to her!
"Oh, baby, you're gonna go. You're gonna put out for all of us down... uhhhhh!"
Emily couldn't wait any longer. She felt panic rising in her throat. A second later and
she would have broken down. She had to act while she still had some presence of mind.
Bending her right leg back, the young woman twisted her knee quickly and shot it
forward, catching him unexpectedly just to the right of his dick. Jack's eyes bugged out
as his cock shot out of her hole with a pop. Rocking back, the young man let out
another long moan, falling on his ass.
Emily cried out with victory, scrambling to her knees and heading for the door. She had
her fingers wrapped around the cold metal handle when she felt the bikers' hands hook
around her hips and pull her back.
"Good and sassy! Man, that's the way we like 'em. Somethin' told me you were gonna
be like this," Jack growled, pitching her back like a sack of flour. Emily landed hard on
her back, her head striking the side of the van. The force of that blow knocked the
young woman out. With a groan, Emily collapsed, one arm folded over her face.
As she lay unconscious, the blonde teenager dreamed terrible, erotic things. She
pictured Jack crouching over her, his fat dick in his hands as streams of gooey white
cum shot out from the piss-slit, covering her tits, her cunt and her face with the hot
sticky substance! Ohhh, how her pussy throbbed and spasmed as the gobs dripped
down from her belly into her hot swampy hole!
Then the scene shifted. Ed appeared, his dick standing straight out from his flat, hairy
muscular groin. The two of them were going to fuck her at the same time! Emily cried
out, putting her hands together in prayer fashion and begging them to leave her alone.
But they only laughed and said she really wanted two cocks inside her, reaming out her
body at the same time. And the horrible thing was that the young woman knew they
were right!
"Oh!"
Emily awoke with a start, her body damp with perspiration. When she tried moving
one hand to wipe her forehead, she discovered her wrists had been bound tightly
together with rope. Twisting her body to one side, the young woman found the same
thing had been done to her ankles! Shaking her head, Emily realized the van was
moving!
"Oh!" she cried again, looking around. Jack was in the back, his legs crossed at the
ankles and his arms folded across his broad chest. The young man had since pulled up
his pants and buttoned his shirt. He stared at her, a smile on his thick lips.
"Good to see you up," he said sarcastically, scratching his thick black beard, then
turning around. "Hey, keep it steady on the damned road! We'll get there soon
enough."
They were gone from the swapmeet! Susan would be frantic and would report her
missing to the police eventually. But that might be hours away. And then would they
even begin to know where to look for her? Beads of sweat trickled down from her
forehead! God help her, she was in their hands, completely helpless!
"Man, I'm tryin'. But I keep thinkin' about that cunt back there and what we're gonna
do to her and..."
"Shut up! We'll get there if you keep your goddamned eyes on the road," Jack said
harshly, twisting back around and resuming his cat-like smile.
"Is Ed...?"
"Oh, yeah, he'll be there. Man, I got this itch real bad," Jack said, rapidly changing the
topic. He reached down to his groin and rubbed his hardening dick. Emily's eyes
widened once more. What was he going to do, rape her again? "But it ain't no fun
fuckin' a broad when she can't move. Hey, you ever give head?"
Emily felt her throat tighten. She heard her girlfriends use that term several times. She
heard them talk about taking a man's dick in their mouths and sucking until he shot
his wad!
"Guess you ain't. Man, there's a first time for everything," Jack said, unzipping his
Levi's once more and pulling out his dick. It hung there in a semi-droop, quickly
standing up and thickening as he worked his fingers over the full length.
"No, don't come near me with that thing!" the girl cried, jerking her face away as Jack
pushed his Levi's to his ankles, then braced his hands against the sides of the rocking
van as he crawled toward her.
"Baby, you ain't got no choice," he said, reaching out one hand and grabbing a handful
of hair, jerking her head back around. Emily found herself face to face with his dick.
She could smell the big biker's sweaty groin. A small drop of clear pre-cum oozed from
his piss-slit. He shoved his thighs forward, pressing his dick and balls against her nose
and cheeks.
Emily cried out, jerking her head from side to side, twisting her body around as best
she could! She'd bite it off if she had to! No man was going to shove his thing in her
mouth!
"Suck it bitch, suck that mother!" Jack said in a muffled voice, pulling her hair so hard
the girl screamed in agony.
"Hey man, cool it! We're here."
Jack looked down at the girl, then dropped her hair.
"Baby, you got lucky this time," he said, sitting back down and hitching up his pants.
Emily sighed with relief, shuddering as she thought of the close brush she had with an
unspeakable perversion!


Chapter 5

Emily hitched up her shorts, zipping the garment quickly while twisting around and
hiding her naked tits from Jack's mocking eyes. She knew he'd fondled her boobs and
driven his dick into her snatch. There was no reason for her to be so modest. Yet the
young teenager couldn't help it.
She whimpered, wrinkling up her forehead as she finished dressing and started crawling
out of the van. They had stopped somewhere in the high desert country. As she slid
from the back edge of the vehicle, Emily felt a blast of the hot dry air which was
blowing through the flat barren area, cleaning out the basin like a giant blower. The
blonde teen shaded her eyes and looked around her. It was the picture of utter
desolation! Nothing was around them for miles except the low foothills and miles and
miles of flat desert. Behind the van stood several old ranch buildings. Next to the
largest were parked five Harleys. Emily stood frozen to the hot earth. What was going
to happen to her now? "Inside."
Jack shoved her hard between the shoulders. The young woman stumbled over the
uneven ground, her eyes straight ahead as she and the two men walked toward the
main house. When she reached the porch, Emily saw the front door swing open. Ed
was standing in the doorway, his thick-muscled arms folded over his chest.
"Ed."
"Hi, babe. I see Jack's brought you back for a few games," he said evenly, his lips
curling up into a smile.
"But I thought... I thought we were... friends," the girl stammered, feeling Jack's hand
pushing her once more.
"Baby, the only friends I got are right here," he said, sweeping his hands in front of
him, then backing up into the cabin.
Jack pushed her hard, nearly sending the girl tumbling forward onto her face. Emily
caught her balance, holding tightly onto the rotting handrail while climbing the four
steps to the porch. The old wooden floor creaked threateningly as the girl walked into
the dimly lit cabin. Instantly, she shrank back, letting out a small cry when she saw a
large black and white German shepherd sitting near one of the two high-backed
wooden chairs in front of a table. The place was nearly stripped bare of any furnishings.
A few sleeping bags lay rolled up in one corner. There was the faint order of stale
cigarette smoke and beer hanging in the air.
Jack pushed her toward the table. "Stand there."
Emily stumbled, her belly striking the edge. She caught herself as the door slammed
shut. The wind rustled several old candy wrappers on the floor. Ed moved behind the
table and put both hands on it, leaning forward, staring hotly at the young girl.
"Man, we ain't had a hot little number like you for a long time. And we're gonna have
ourselves a real hoot with you now," he said, raising one hand and wiping the spittle off
his lips.
Emily felt the hair rise on the back of her neck. They had kidnapped her just for their
own pleasure. There would be no note, no threat, nothing like that! They were only
interested in humiliating her, degrading her, hurting her until they had satisfied some
dark hunger in their twisted minds!
"Fuck her in the car, Jack?" he asked, shifting from foot to foot while rolling up his eyes
toward his friend.
"At the meet. Tried to get 'er to give head. But we got here too soon."
"You should've kept on going. I'd like to stick my cock down her throat myself." The
harsh tone ignited an emotion that grew hotter and closer toward her clit as Ed glared
at her from across the table. That brute force, the threat of being tortured, beaten and
humiliated brought that flame up to a fever pitch. Emily sat down on one of the two
chairs. She could feel her cunt getting hot and'tight, ready for some kind of outside
stimulation. Ohhh, how she wished one of the men would take her somewhere and...
no, no, that's what they wanted. They wanted her to enjoy her torture, to lick the hand
that beat her and humiliated her! She had to be strong. She had to defy them if
nowhere else but in her mind. Otherwise, Emily knew she'd never be able to hold her
head up again!
"The others took the rig over to Baker," Ed said as the third biker came in. The wind
increased outside, rustling Emily's hair as the door opened and closed once more. "This
here's Brad in case you ain't met."
Emily twisted her head around and recognized the young man who had been with Jack
at the meet. She saw him scratching his cock and balls, staring hotly at her tits and her
thighs. He wanted a piece of her, she could tell. It was only the other two present that
kept him from crawling over her body and jamming his dick up her pussy.
"Too bad about you, baby. I wouldn't wanna be in your shoes. Now strip. Come on,
take off those fuckin' clothes or I'll beat 'em off you!"
His voice had turned suddenly cold and brutal.
Emily jumped up, knocking over the chair with the backs of her legs. Her fingers
moved swiftly, unzipping her shorts, then moving up to her halter and pulling it off as
she stepped from her briefs. She stood in the middle of that filthy, dusty cabin, her
arms crossed over her tits while her palms protected her bare cunt. In the background,
she could hear the large dog growling with excitement and anger.
Ed stood in front of her and began to undress.
Emily watched numbly as the big man pulled off his shirt and pants. She saw his cock
come into view, as long and thick as she remembered it. It stuck out like a fallen tree
trunk-dark pink with black pubic hairs bristling angrily around its thick base. The dark
purplish cock-head glowed like a burning coal.
"Go ahead, baby, kiss it, feel it," he said in a low, thickening voice.
"Hey man, she was gonna do it to me," Brad whined.
"You'll get your chance," Ed retorted briskly, his nostrils flaring as Emily reached out
with her right hand and caressed his semi-hard cock between her fingers. He closed his
eyes and swayed drunkenly. With both hands, he forced the girl down to her knees.
"Suck it. Suck it good or I'll clean this fuckin' cabin up with you.
In the van, Emily felt she had a chance to refuse Jack. But here there was nothing she
could do but submit. She grabbed his monstrous cock in both hands as she knelt in
front of the biker. Ohhh, what was she supposed to do? Could she open her mouth that
wide without breaking her jaws? Emily closed her eyes and inhaled deeply. The smell of
his sweaty groin triggered something in her pussy. Already, she could feel it getting
wetter, getting ready for the fuck that wouldn't come. "Suck it!"
Emily peeled back her hps and leaned forward, her hair spilling, across her shoulders
and face. Feeling her heart pounding hard and fast, the young blonde teenager engulfed
his dick-head with her mouth.
"Ohhh, fuck, yeah!" Ed sighed, closing his eyes and shifting his thighs from side to
side. Emily groaned softly, feeling his dick moving along the tops of her front teeth. She
tasted something salty, something bleachy. It was his cum, oozing from his fat dickhead! 
She thought of the gobs of cum that soon would be spraying down her throat. It
sickened as well as strangely excited her.
"Slow, baby. I wanna make this last a long, long time," Ed groaned.
Emily greased his cock with spit, moving her head up and down, supporting the weight
of his prick on her tongue. She saw his thighs tensing and his dick jerking every time
she moved back and caught his cock-head between her puckered lips. Reaching up, the
young woman brushed her fingertips along the undersides of his swaying balls. Ed
gulped, his breath catching. His nuts were tight in his ball-sac.
"Man, yeah, yeah!"
His hands were moving in her hair. He twisted and turned the blonde strands and let
out wailing sobs. She felt her own sexual heat rising in spite of the horrible fact other
men were watching her, fondling themselves, wondering when they'd be next in line for
her mouth or cunt.
"Mmmmmmmmmm!"
Emily's clit ached, her pussy a riot of needle-sharp sensations. She wished something fat
and long was inside her cunt to fill her up like his cock filled her mouth.
"Baby, I'm gonna shoot if you keep this up!"
Emily tried to slow down. But she kept thinking of his cock drilling and filling her
cunt. That image froze in her mind and excited her more. Squeezing her thighs
together, the young girl worked her tongue over and under his enormous prick. She
grunted, wheezing in short bursts as she chewed his veined cock with her lips. Emily
could feel his rod moving in her mouth, ballooning out, getting ready to spray out his
spunk. The girl kept sucking, sliding her fingernails over his balls.
"Man... man... fuck!" Ed cried.
The biker was bucking, his body shaking. Emily grabbed his hips. The pain in his balls
was tremendous. Soon, he'd be firing his load down her sucking throat. The young
woman felt herself spinning out of control. Her pussy sucked in raw air as she kept
raking her tongue over his sliding prong.
Then Emily felt her own orgasm bubble in her cunt. Her clit shot it off in brief bursts
of sexual electricity. She bore down, grunting like a stuck pig, running her teeth over
his shaft. She kissed the base, lashed the purple dome with her tongue.
Ed went wild. His voice became nothing more than a growl, matched by the dog.
Emily's tits heaved, the nipples sticking straight out. Sweat broke out all over her body.
Her thighs flexed while more cunt-juice oozed from her slit. Her ass bounced quickly
up and down against the balls of her feet. The friction of that movement was enough to
bring off another massive climactic explosion. The floor seemed to rock back and forth
as Ed twisted her hair and clawed at her scalp. Then with a loud scream, the young
biker stiffened, shooting his hot cum-jelly down her throat.
Emily choked, coughing, gagging, trying to get away. But Ed held her firmly,
inundating her mouth, forcing her to keep up with his load.
"Yeah, take it all, baby. I wanna see it commin' outta your fucking nose."
For a while, the young woman thought that would happen. The biker's potency was as
great as his dick was large. For a moment, Emily thought he wouldn't run dry. But just
when she thought she was going to drown on the stuff, the shooting spree slowed
down. Ed gave his hips a final twist, shoving his dick-head back against her throat.
Grunting as his prick softened, he pushed the young blonde back.
"You liked it, didn't you, honey?"
A clot of cum formed on her lips. She rolled her glassy eyes up to him, rasing one hand
and wiping off he mouth.
"No, no!"
Emily lied. And the girl could see Ed knew she wasn't telling the truth.
"You've got a nice, oozy wet cunt," he continued, shaking off a drop of cum from his
prick-head. "You had yourself a nice come, eh?"
"No!" she protested.
Ed shrugged his shoulders.
"That's your problem, then. You can enjoy yourself or not. Up to you."
Ed smiled, his cock moving. Emily screwed up her eyes once more. Could he actually
be getting another hard-on after just having shot his cum in her mouth? The young girl
wiped her mouth once more, wondering what else he had in mind for her.
"Okay, boys, have at her."
Emily jerked head around. She watched the two young bulls behind her strip quickly.
Ed sat down in one chair, fingering his cock while Brad and Jack stripped down. The
dark-haired biker slid his black leather belt from his Levi's and snapped it menacingly
in front of him. The blonde jumped, her eyes wide as she watched the two men get
hard. Their cocks were long and thick, their bodies tightly muscled all over. She
stumbled to her feet, backing up until she felt the rough edge of the table press against
her bare ass. Ed reached over and pinched her asscheeks hard. Emily squealed, jerking
forward and landing in both men's arms. Behind her, the dog barked angrily. Ed
cursed, slapping the animal hard on the nose. With a frustrated whimper, the German
shepherd lay back down, his dark brown eyes still focused on the teenager.
"Man, she's fuckin' good," Brad said, fondling her tits.
Emily felt her cunt throbbing with lust while she begged them not to touch her. Hot
juice already flowed from her slit, wetting down her thighs. Jack ran one hand over her
cunt-mound. Emily groaned, shuddering, swaying back and forth as he squeezed the
squishy, hairy mass and pushed out more juice.
"Don't tell me you don't want it, honey," he said, drawing his hand back up to her
mouth and smearing the hot fluid over her face.
Emily smelled herself. Oh, God, was she that hot? She twisted her face away, feeling
shame, guilt and lust wash over her confused mind all at the same time.
Brad said something obscene, then got behind her, taking the belt from his buddy and
slipping it around her tits. He pulled back tight so her shoulders were drawn toward
him. Her tits rose like boulders, the nipples growing dark-red and stiff. The biker
moved the belt down to her belly, then twisted it around so the belt was pressing
against her bloated cunt-lips. Emily groaned, thrusting her thighs back and forth
against the cold hard material.
"She likes leather, Jack."
"Get on 'er," Ed ordered, pushing back and jerking his fingers up and down his
hardening dick.
Both bikers were on her. Brad kept on fondling her tits, gluing his mouth to hers and
driving his tongue deep. Emily groaned, feeling her cunt explode into millions of sharp,
exciting pieces. Her nipples felt scorched every time the young man pinched them
cruelly. With each wet kiss, with each pinch, their bodies grew hotter and wetter. An
inferno rose in the girl's cunt!
Jack got behind her now, forcing her on her side and spreading open her asscheeks. He
kneaded her firm ass-flesh, his cock dribbling pre-cum. Emily froze. Was he going to
ram her in the ass? She'd heard that was one way a woman could satisfy a man without
worrying about getting pregnant. But there was something unholy and unnatural about
that. Oh, God, would she be condemned to Hell for this act?
Yet one part of her wanted both men at the same time! It was a terrible, awful thing to
think. But Emily couldn't help what her body was doing to her. She thought of them
both fucking her at once, flooding her tight young pussy with hot cum!
Brad pressed his cock against her belly, still kissing her and pinching her nipples. Brad
started humping hard against her ass, rubbing his cock up and down, working it slowly
into her ass-crack. Emily whipped her hips from side to side, hoping with one half of
her mind to knock his cock from her ass and with the other hoping to help him fuck
his dick into her butt.
As the girl worked her body around like a snake's, the leather worked into her cunt.
The strand cut deep into her pussy. It sawed closer to her clit each time she jerked her
hips. Her small clit swelled, almost reaching for the belt! Emily moaned and shot her
tongue deep into Brad's sucking mouth. Jack, meanwhile, fucked her faster as the
young teenager increased her fucking tempo.
"Uhhhhh!"
The blonde's tits rose and fell. Her nipples twitched against the biker's pinching fingers.
His cock slipped down, pushed through the blonde thicket of her pussy-hairs, poked
tentatively at her cunt-hole, then slipped in with a soft squishy sound. Emily moaned,
opened her legs, then closed them again. Ohhhh, his dick was pushing against her clit,
rubbing it, making the tiny cock-like organ sputter with pre-orgasmic spasms! The
leather rubbing back and forth made the young woman cry out violently, tearing her
mouth off Brad's and sucking in a breath of air. Oh, no, no, she couldn't take much
more of this.
"Fuck!"
Emily felt Brad's body stiffen, then slam against her body. He was working his hips
against hers, grinding them against her body as his cock jerked and filled her drenched
pussy-slit with cum.
"Ohhhh, yesssss!" the girl cried, closing her eyes and moaning happily as his dick put
out the fire raging in her clit. Behind her, she could hear Jack moaning, still trying to
work his cock into her hole. But he was too hot and her shitter too tight. Several times,
the young blonde thought he was going to work his cock-head into her ass. Then,
Emily lost her courage and turned away, making his dick slip from her ass-crack and
slide along one of her asscheeks. Now, the big man was holding her down by the
shoulders, still trying to stick his cock into her ass.
"Fuck, I'm..."
She felt Jack trembling behind her, his fingers digging hard into her shoulders. He was
shooting, blowing his wad on her ass! The girl could feel the hot stripes of his cum on
her white shivering ass-flesh as the biker shot and shot and shot!
After some seconds, the bikers fell from her body. They rolled away and laughed,
leaving her alone for the moment. They stank of sweat and cum. She lay on the floor,
feeling dizzy, wishing she could sleep. But Emily realized Ed wasn't going to let her
relax. They'd brought her to this Godforsaken place for a reason.
"Get dressed," he ordered, pushing himself from the chair. Emily looked up. His cock
was almost hard. What was he going to order her to do, suck him off again?
"Meet your new pal!"
Emily turned around and found herself face to face with.... Oh, God in heaven, that
dog!


Chapter 6

"What..."
Emily felt her hair stand on end. The big German shepherd strained at his leash. Ed
was holding him tightly, petting him with one hand while talking to him softly. He was
telling the dog to look at the girls juicy cunt. She stared at the big animal, then realized
what the bikers had in mind for her.
"No, no," she said in a low, trembling voice. The young blonde pushed her hands
against the floor and started scooting back slowly, her blue eyes riveted on the
growling, trembling animal.
"Anything the matter, honey? A tongue's a tongue," Ed said, his hps curling into a sick
sensuous smile.
"No, please don't... oh, God, not a... dog!" Emily couldn't believe he'd make her do
something as sick, as awful, as horrible as making it with a dog! No, not even these
bikers could think like that! "Heel!"
The order made Emily jump. She watched as the big dog stopped his growling, stiffened
his back and pricked his ears forward. His tongue still hung from one corner of his
mouth while his eyes stayed focused forward. His fur seemed to bristle with anger or
excitement – she wasn't sure which. Ed moved to the table, dropping the leash to the
floor. He whistled a tune, kicking his heels against one of the legs while he looked first
at the big dog, then at the trembling, naked teenager cringing on the floor.
Emily felt vulnerable. The cum still oozed from her slackening cunt. She could feel the
biker's jism still leaking onto her thighs. The dog still sat quietly, obedient to his
master's will.
"Okay, boy, okay."
The words had an electric effect. The German shepherd sprang to life, twisting around
and facing the trembling blonde.
"Oh, God!"
Emily shrank back, feeling her ass touch one wall. She couldn't go any farther. The
three men gathered together, watching curiously as their pet stalked Emily as if she
were a bird.
"Get 'er, boy. Fuck her good."
Emily cried out, covering her face as the animal lunged forward, then stopped just short
of her feet.
A hot, wet lick on her toes made the young woman scream and jerk her feet under her
ass. Her tits swayed as she rolled up into a small ball, wishing she could drop through
the floor. The big dog stood there, looking like a hound from Hell. His big, bushy tail
wagged slowly back and forth while he dropped his head and stared at her. The young
woman trembled more, feeling terror rising in her tight throat. Slowly, Emily drew her
knees up and together, turning one shoulder protectively toward the menacing dog. A
low, steady growl came out of his powerful throat. With his mouth partially opened, the
blonde teen could see two rows of powerful, white criss-crossed fangs. Emily could
almost feel them tearing into her flesh, ripping her throat to shreds while the biker
gang stood there and laughed.
"No, oh, God, in heaven, help me, please, help me," she wailed in a tiny voice.
Slowly, carefully the German shepherd moved, his paws sliding silently over the rough
wood cabin floor. The steady growl increased. Every square inch of her body was alive.
Emily felt like an animal. She could even hear the termites in the walls busily chewing
at the rotting wood as the German shepherd moved up to her thighs.
"Please," she whispered in a tight voice. The dog didn't stop, moving closer and closer.
Already, Emily could feel his hot breath against her legs. There was nowhere to run,
nowhere to hide.
"Good boy."
Emily sucked in a deep breath and held it. The animal was lapping at her calves,
wetting down her trembling white flesh. He was moving in toward her cunt. No, no,
she couldn't let him get at it.
"Bad dog!" the girl cried, slapping down at the big dog.
The German shepherd ducked, his ears pinned back. He let out a low growl, making
the girl jerk her hand back and regret the move. He'd have his way no matter what she
did.
The animal growled low in his throat and braced his paws on the floor as he moved up,
lapping now at her inner thighs. The girl cried out, closing her eyes and moving her
lips silently in prayer. He was tasting her, smelling her, lapping at her juices. He moved
over, licked her fingers, and nuzzled them with hot eagerness. He seemed almost...
friendly! Certainly, he was friendlier than the men who had just finished degrading her
so foully!
"Oh!"
Emily cried out. She felt the surface of the dog's hot tongue graze her cunt-lips. She
gasped at the unbelievable comfortable tickle! The girl knew she should have felt
nothing but horror and revulsion. But instead, a strange new overpowering sensation
took her over. What in God's name had been released in her? It felt as if some dark
force had taken her over and blasted all her former moral training to pieces. With one,
sudden, scalding touch of his tongue, the dog had driven away all thoughts of
perversion and terror. The pressure of his powerful tongue increased as it peeled her
cunt-lips apart. The girl let her knees sag apart. The big animal growled low in his
throat, licking her from the bottom of her pussy to her cht. Oh, what was she doing?
Had she gone crazy? He was a dog, a dog! Nothing seemed real any more. The
swapmeet, Susan, her mother – everything and everyone had disappeared. Instead, the
girl found herself facing dirty jokes in the guise of these bikers and the animal in front
of her. "Oh!"
Emily felt her asscheeks press tightly against the corner.
"Stop him. Oh, God, don't let him do anything to me," the girl pleaded. But the men
only laughed, knowing Emily would probably change her tune once the animal started
heating her up. "Oh, please, please," the girl moaned, feeling her pussy grow so hot, so
tight, so wet! How could she be feeling this? Was it a perverse delight in exposing
herself to these men, knowing they weren't going to get her cunt, now that it was
reserved for... an animal? Or was something deeper and darker responding to the dog's
steady, hard gaze? Emily shuddered again, her thighs were ridged with tensed muscles
and she pointed her toes out. Her hand moved down her belly, over to her cunt. She
dared to touch it, wondering just how excited she was.
"Oh, God," Two fingers glistened with slickness. Her cunt was swollen, red around the
edges of her pussy-lips. It felt so weird, so itchy! Then that animal started moving
toward her again, this time his tongue wiggling back and forth against her pussy-lips.
What was he trying to do – mount her? "No!"
The young girl cried out again, trying to slap the dog away. He was faster, backing
down, then twisting his head around and biting her gently on the left wrist. Emily
screamed, her eyes widening while her legs jerked apart. He was going to rip her to
pieces!
"Hey, Gent, drop it! Drop!"
The animal growled. His ears flattened while his eyes rolled back. Flashing an angry
look at the blonde teen, he opened his mouth, releasing her hand. The young girl drew
her hand back, wiping it against her belly. She had a sample of the animal's anger. No,
she didn't want to incite him further. With a whimper, the girl signaled the animal she
was ready to submit.
"That's it, honey," Ed said, working his fingers over his cock and smiling almost kindly.
"You take it easy on ol' Gent and he'll treat you real good."
A draft of air blew on her bare arms as the animal crawled back to her.
This can't be happening. Oh, God, am I letting it happen? Emily thought to herself as
she drew her knees up, then let them sag apart, exposing her pussy completely to the
big German shepherd. She could feel the velvet wetness of her exposed pussy.
She felt the inner folds and hollows of her cunt rubbing together as she wormed against
the wall, still unsure about the dog.
Gent followed her, his head down between his jutting shoulder blades, his eyes glowing
with excitement. The dark fur bristled around his throat and back while his tail brushed
back and forth.
Emily reached for her throat with one hand, covering her pussy with the other. Then
the dog pushed forward, nuzzling her one hand with his snout. His cold wet nose felt
ticklish against her knuckles. Emily almost let out a nervous giggle. He was telling her
to take her hand away. Obediently, she did that, dropping her hands to her sides and
waiting for the inevitable.
"Ohhhh!"
The big dog had crawled on top of her, using his hind legs to push her from the wall.
Emily swivelled around, lying down on the floor parallel to the center table. She let out
a low groan when she felt his cold snout pressing against her cuntal mound. It was a
hot surface against the cold one. He wet her with his tongue, growling, brushing his
scratchy fur against her flesh. Emily wallowed her shoulders against the dirty floor,
closing her eyes and trying to pretend it was a human between her shivering white legs.
But she knew it was a dog! A horrible, powerful, mindless animal mounting her, tasting
her, wanting to stick his... oh no, she couldn't think of... that! The girl shook her head
violently from side to side, biting her lower lip until she could taste blood. She felt
petrified. The first touch of his tongue made her body jerk with terror. But now she
wasn't striking him or screaming at him... oh, God, was she actually going to encourage
him and enjoy him?
"Ohhhh, no... oh... my... God!"
The blonde teen craned her neck up and watched with disbelief as she opened her
pussy to the animal. Her knees were almost touching the floor, the pressure from that
position opening all her sensitive cuntal membranes to the sex-hungry animal.
Gent was going wild! His tongue slopped over the inner skin of her thighs. Each lick
made the girl cry out, beat the back of her head against the floor, and claw at the
wooden boards.
"Ohhhh, no! No! No!"
Emily couldn't believe she was acting like this. Nothing had ever prepared her to accept
this kind of behavior from anyone, let alone herself. She would have shunned a woman
who had sex with a... dog. And yet there she was, stark naked, still dripping with cum
from a man who had raped her. And she was egging an animal on to lick her... possibly
even to fuck her!
"Go, baby! Cut it loose! Go for it!" Ed said.
"Man, she's eatin' it up," Jack added.
"Hey, maybe she wants to give 'im head," Brad said, chuckling as he watched Emily
rock back and forth.
The girl ignored their comments. Now she could only hear the dog's satisfied growls
and her own pounding pulse and heart. He nuzzled his cold black snout between her
bloated cunt-lips again. Emily dug her elbows against the floor and tightened her
asscheeks, feeding the animal more of her pussy. If he wanted more cunt-meat, she'd
give it to him. The girl wiggled her ass back and forth, wagging it as if she were a bitch.
Gently, she hunched up and down, feeling his long pink tongue petting her tiny inner
cunt-lips. The she felt it sliding back up, up to her clit. When his oral organ touched
there, the young woman exploded, snapping her knees together and trapping the
German shepherd's head.
For an instant, the animal panicked, digging his forepaws against her inner thighs while
crouching down and trying to pull out. Then he realized Emily was just reacting to his
erotic foreplay. With a growl, the big dog let the girl calm down. She shuddered with a
wild fever. Oh, God, it was so completely free, so uninhibited!
Finally, Emily relaxed, having calmed down from almost having an orgasm. With a sigh
of relief, the girl let her knees fall open. The dog barked, pulling out and licking first on
leg, then the other. Emily reached out and rubbed her fingers over his head. Such a
beautiful, lovely dog! How could she have been terrified of such an animal!
"Like your new boyfriend eh?"
The words hurt her pride. Emily dropped her hands to her sides. No, no, she had to be
strong, she had to fight those perverse desires rising in her!
"Uhhhhh!" And yet, could she? Gent was resting on his forepaws now, licking them,
then twisting his head to one side and licking Emily's thighs. The girl shivered
whenever she felt his tongue against her flesh.
"Oh, oh, oh!" Emily didn't dare want to think of what was happening to her. Yes, she
knew. She felt the big dog between her legs. And yet it was somehow better if she
forced herself to keep her eyes closed. The hunger burning in her pussy seemed to force
everything out of her consciousness – except the desire of making her pleasure better.
When she pushed her hands down to her belly, she found the German shepherd's
pointed nose and his mouth. She felt his fangs against her wrists. And then, oh, God,
and then she touched the steamy mess of her pussy and felt the dog's tongue sticking
into her pussy! He licked her knuckles, her palms, and then went back to her cunt.
"Yesssss, oh, God, yessss!" the girl cried. Emily moved her ass up, giving Gent more of
her pussy to eat. She sensed his growing excitement. Oh, it was so wet, so wonderful!
Emily could feel the bottom of her ass wet with his spit. When she slid back and forth,
the animal grew more insistent with his tongue, drilling it into her pussy. Oh, could he
really think? Something about the way he made love to her made her think that! It was
absurd, crazy! Animals don't reason like people. And yet somehow he seemed to know
her most sensitive spots, concentrating on them, and then rolling his eyes up and
making sure his touching had the desired result! "Oooooohhhh!"
Emily fanned her fingers out against the floor, curling them and digging her nails into
the wood. She snapped her head from side to side, letting her long blonde hair whip
across her face. Her feet slid back and forth over the floor while her ass pranced wildly
for the dog's tongue. Slowly, carefully, the girl inched her knees back farther, until
every tiny hollow of her cunt was exposed to the big dog. She gasped and babbled to
him as he licked her off. The young blonde teen could feel her cuntal curls clinging to
her flesh. They were heavy with the dog's spit. Ohhh, how she wished she could feel
something long, thick and hot in her pussy!
"Man, she's gonna go for it, now!"
The words filtered through the thick red fog that had settled on the young woman's
brain. Yes, she was going for it! She could feel her belly tightening, her chest growing
heavy, her mouth getting dry. She moved her hips back and forth jerkily. A strange hot
chill raced through her spasming cunt. She moved her ass up, then let it fall back down
again. Up and back, up and back, the young woman became as wild an animal as Gent!
She twisted from side to side, loving the delicious feeling of the dog's teeth brushing
against her pussy-walls.
"Uhhhh... ohhhh..."
Emily didn't care about anything any more. She could die doing this and it wouldn't
matter. The big dog wasn't threatening her with death while he fucked her. All he
wanted to do was lap at her cunt-juice and watch her as she shot up to climax. Oh God,
it was driving her crazy!
The young blonde was rounding the final curve, now. She worked her ass around in
tight, frantic circles, crying wildly through her nose. Her lungs burned with the air she
sucked in. Gent's licking seemed to be all over her at once. His tongue drilled back into
her pussy, pulled out and washed over both inner thighs, then went up to her lower
belly onto to trail through her cunt hairs and go back into her pussy.
"Good, ohhh, yes, good..."
The big dog let out a little yip, then nuzzled once more between her wet bloated cunt
lips. She kicked one leg up high, then hooked them both over the animal. Yes, she was
actively embracing the dog, taking him on as her lover! Emily didn't care. She needed
him – needed something to take care of that achey itch throbbing deep in her pussy!
"Ohhhhh, now! Now!"
Emily's face was all red and pinched as if she were in pain. But the bikers watching her
knew she was enjoying herself tremendously. She was raking his fur with her fingers,
pulling the big dog against her. She scissored her legs more tightly around his neck. She
bucked so wildly, the young woman wondered if for a second she might frighten the
big animal away. But Gent held on, licking at her pussy while she quivered and
throbbed under him. "Oh, fuck, ohhhh!"
Emily groaned as her slow climax consumed her body. She listened to the wet sounds
between her legs. They seemed to grow louder and louder as she teetered over the edge
and came.
When the girl opened her eyes again, the big dog was gone. She didn't have time to
figure out what had happened to him. Ed was standing over her now, his cock in his
hands. His Levi's hung loosely opened around his thighs while his shirt was completely
unbuttoned, exposing his hairy chest.
"When I fucked you baby, I didn't know you was gonna take on the whole San Diego Zoo!"
Emily flushed red once more. Yes, even these men had a right to laugh at her. As
horrible as they were, they confined themselves to women-humans. But she, she had
opened her legs to a... to a – Emily couldn't finish thinking out the sentence. With a
moan of revulsion and horror, the girl covered her face with both hands and rocked
back and forth, wishing God would strike her dead.
"That's okay, baby, we're gonna let you try on some human stuff now – you know, just
to keep you in practice," Ed said, sneering down at her. Emily didn't care what they did
to her, now. She'd done a horrible thing and deserved to be punished severely for it.


Chapter 7

"Gent gave 'er the ol' lickety-split, eh?"
"Man, baby, don't you never tell us you don't wanna fuck. After that show, shit, you'd
take on every fuckin' mutt in the country!"
Emily covered her eyes and ears, unable to bear the humiliating cat-calling of the
bikers. Jack and Brad were tormenting her while Ed looked on, occasionally walking
over to one of the two dirty front windows and peering out onto the desolate high
desert country. It was getting late. Already they had turned on some lights in the cabin.
Emily shuddered, wondering what they were waiting for. When she suggested they let
her go, the bikers said nothing, only glancing from one to the other and smirking down
at her.
Eventually, the young woman slid over to one corner of the one-room cabin, gathering
two sleeping bags around her naked, cum-stained body and dozing.
Hours might have passed. Suddenly, the young blond teen was shaken awake. "What..."
Emily shaded her eyes, narrowing them to see who had knocked her from her sleep. It
was Brad, grabbing her hard by the shoulders. Her hair splashed over her face. He was
hurting her! Emily moaned and tried to shake off the young man.
"Get up. The rest of the guys are here."
Emily felt a bolt of horror shoot through her! The rest of the gang! She'd forgotten
about them. The ordeal she had to endure with Jack, Brad and Ed had been enough.
But now there would be more!
The young blonde staggered to her feet, feeling stiff in the joints.
"Whew! You're a mess," Brad said, wrinkling up his nose. Emily felt shame at her
position. If only she could take a shower!
"Hey, get her out here!"
It was Ed calling from outside. Brad held her tightly by both arms, drawing them
slightly back while marching her forward toward the door. As they passed through the
opened doorway, Emily could hear the sound of several motorcycles. Stepping outside,
she saw a small row of them facing her. Behind them a truck of some sort stood. When
she appeared on the porch, she heard the bikers rev up their engines. In the dimming
early evening light, she saw them with their leather biker caps, coats, gloves and dirty
Levi's. Between their powerful legs roared Harley. The combined sound of all those
bikes was almost deafening. "Move!"
Emily shivered. Brad turned her around like a puppet hanging from a string. Then he
pushed her, sending the wailing young teenager hurtling backward. She heard some of
the men laugh as she pitched off the porch and landed with a loud thud on the dusty
ground. One of the bikes suddenly sprang into action, shooting out from the group and
heading directly toward Emily.
The blonde teen twisted around and saw the bike aim at her. With a scream, Emily
gathered her legs under her ass and staggered to her feet, jumping back just in time as
the bike whizzed by. A cloud of choking dust sprayed in her face and covered her body.
"Good reflexes, bitch. Let's see how you work around all of 'em," Ed shouted out from
the porch.
One by one the bikes headed for her, their headlights blinding the young girl as she
scrambled for her life. The big Harley passed within inches of her body. At times, she
could feel hot exhaust fumes burning her ankles and thighs as the motorcycles turned
just in front of her, temporarily blinding her with dust.
Emily tried covering her nose. She could barely breathe! The large tires of the Harley
easily chewed up the ground around her.
"Ohhh!"
Emily fell forward, landing on her palms and knees. Her big tits swayed forward, the
tips touching the ground while the bikes still roared around her.
"Stop, stop!" she screamed, covering her ears. She couldn't take much more of this
torture. She felt her mind was disintegrating. Now, the bikes formed a circle and moved
around her slowly, tightening their circumference. Emily watched, curling into a little
ball. They were going to run her over! They enjoyed watching her terror grow-enjoyed
listening to her screams, her futile pleas!
From behind her, the girl felt something hard and cold suddenly scoop her up from the
ground. At first, Emily thought it was the front tire of one of the bikes. Then she
realized it was an arm. Someone was picking her up while still riding his bike! She was
scooped up from the ground and dragged as the bike circled and slid over the desert
dirt. Emily screamed, gathering up her legs and throwing her arms over the unseen
man behind her. Her left thigh burned as it pressed against the hot engine covering.
His gloved fingers were hurting her belly as he tried to pull her farther up on the
machine.
"Let me go! Oh, God, let me go and die!" Emily shrieked, twisting in his grip. She
heard some swearing. And then suddenly the hand was gone. She fell back onto the
ground and the bikes kept on circling her.
Then quickly the bikes moved apart, turning around and facing her. It looked as if she
were being surrounded by a hundred maddened bulls. Emily dropped her hands from
her ears as the engines died to an idle. The bright headlights made any features of the
bikers impossible for her to see. They all were shadows from hell, demons sent to
torture her! Why didn't they get on with it? Why didn't they all charge at her suddenly,
run her over, tear her to pieces with their bikes?
Then someone gripped her shoulders from behind. His voice cut through her frantic
thoughts.
"Get up, bitch. Get up and walk around. Show your stuff. Go on, show 'em what kinda
body you got. They wanna know what kinda cunt makes it with a fuckin' dog!"
It was Ed, dragging her to her feet and shoving her toward several of the bikers. Emily
stumbled forward and regained her balance. The smell of burning gasoline hurt her
nose. Fear nearly made her faint. She could hear footsteps behind her when she didn't
move. It was Ed. Automatically, the girl turned, throwing up an arm to protect her face.
"I said walk!' He pushed her forward again. Emily stumbled, got her balance and
stopped. She felt confused and terribly naked in front of all these men. She could feel
them behind their bikes – all of them as sick and perverted as the three men who had
tormented her earlier. They were there, watching her like vultures, waiting for her to
make some false move so they could fall on her and do something horrible!
A bike shot out, nearly running over her feet. Emily screamed, jumping back and
covering her swinging tits with both arms. The bike swung around, leaving a high trail
of dusty sifting in the still desert air. He made another pass at her, one fist raised high
in the air. Emily turned and ran, her tits bobbing while her asscheeks and belly juggled.
Goosepimples exploded on her body. It was a kind of bullfight. She was the animal to
be toyed with until she fell to the ground exhausted.
"Hey, man, she's fast," someone called out. It was the one biker making passes at her.
He circled around and around, his bike getting close, then purposely moving away,
giving the young teen false hope. The exhaust fumes from his engine hung in the air
burning Emily's eyes and nose. She covered her nose and mouth again with both hands,
trying desperately to filter out the fumes and dust. Tears streamed down her face as she
crouched down and peered through the thick cloud of dirt to see where the biker would
come from next. "Oh!"
Blindly, the young woman stumbled over the front tire of another bike and tumbled to
the ground. She kept screaming, scrambling to her feet and staggering forward. The
sounds of revving engines exploded into the night air. She couldn't tell where the
pursuing bike was. The blonde girl spun around, unsure of which way to go. She gaped
at them like a terrified animal waiting to be ripped apart.
The men roared as they watched her try to escape. Then the young woman heard an
engine louder than the others behind her. It was the biker, only inches from her legs!
With a scream, she jerked to one side. But it was too late. He stopped, stretched out
one hand and got her hair. He pulled back to slow while still remaining on his bike.
The others watched as Emily screamed. Her hands stretched in front of her while her
knees started to buckle. Her eyes were wide while her lower jaw slackened. Through the
near-deafening roar of the bikes, they could hear her screaming in pain and terror.
"Come on here, blondie. I'm gonna show you what a real man can do for you!"
He was off his bike in a second, still gripping her hair while he rammed two leather
gloved fingers into her cunt-hole. Emily cried out as her cunt-muscles clamped down
shut and her thighs clenched. She yelped with an unholy pleasure. Oh, God, it was
true! She'd read somewhere that terror and anger were powerful aphrodisiacs – that
people, when enraged or terrified, actually felt their sexuality peak!
As she yelped with pleasure, the girl ground her thighs hungrily against his hand and
knifing fingers. Yes, she was aroused while her life dangled from a string. While her
tormentors gloated and laughed, she threw herself at them, begging them for more.
The biker's fingers probed her tight little hole. She was so excited, the young woman
was actually throwing out her hips in a fucking motion, wetting down the man's gloves
with her spurting cunt-juice. He laughed, pulling his hand away and trying to shove it
in her mouth.
"No! No!"
When she refused to swallow his soiled fingers, the biker squeezed her ass with his free
hand, shoving one knee into her belly. Emily cried out, closing her eyes and feeling
herself fall to the ground. At the same time, she'd opened her mouth, giving him the
chance he wanted. With a loud shout of triumph, the biker shoved his fingers in her
mouth, watching with pleasure as she licked them and choked on the taste and smell.
"Oh, God, God," Emily moaned, sinking to the ground as he let her go and remounted
his bike. What other jokes did they have planned for her... some kind of gang-bang?
Oh, to have all these men squirming on top of her, each one trying to shove his fat long
cock in her cunt! Emily shivered with unholy lust as a brutish picture of that thought
shot across her mind. They would tear her apart with their cocks. And above them all
would be the dog – that wonderful, pussy-licking animal who'd be trying to stick his
pointed knobby hard-on up her pussy!
"Get up! Shit, you spend more time on the fuckin' ground than anybody I know. No
wonder you're gettin' fucked all the time!"
Jack was behind her now, slipping his hands under her arms and jerking her back up.
Before she realized what he was going to do, she felt him slap her ass with his black
leather belt. The girl's eyes bugged out and she pitched forward. Her hands stretched
out for balance. He struck her again and again, increasing the severity of the strokes as
the seconds ticked by. Her asscheeks danced hotly as hot needles of pleasure radiated
out from her ass through her cunt. As he struck, the girl's knees buckled. She
whimpered and gagged, snapping her head back and making her blonde hair sweep
over her shoulders. With each cruel contact of the belt, the young woman grew weaker
and weaker. She could feel her mind falling to pieces. She had to see this through or
she was going to die. But no, no, she had to find the strength to survive, somehow.
These men would soon grow tired of her, would soon make some mistake. They she
could get away and take her revenge on them!
The belt came back down on her asscheeks, raising curved red welts. She gagged again
as Jack grabbed her shoulders and pushed her forward.
"Get movin'!" he ordered.
Emily walked slowly in front of the bikes, feeling their eyes studying her, examining her
firm, young body. She felt a strange kind of perverse pride as she marched in front of
them. Yes, the whip marks stung her flesh and the dirt covering her body felt
uncomfortable. But there was something satisfying about tempting these men without
fucking them. She made her hips wiggle, thinking about how their balls tightened and
how their cocks strained in their pants. Yes, she was going to make them suffer for the
way they tortured her.
She passed several bikes, stopped, then turned back toward Ed. He stood some forty
feet away, his big hands resting on his hips. The biker watched her, licking his lips with
growing excitement. She smiled in spite of what had happened to her, knowing what
was going through his mind. The blonde teen sauntered back toward him, almost
actively provoking him to try something with her.
Then the thought of what these men had done to her shot through her mind. Would
she ever be the same again? Would she ever be able to love instead of lust? Had they
turned her into a wild woman, a sex machine, a fucking machine that couldn't feel
anything except physical desire? Sensing that the answer would be yes, the girl
screamed and turned, charging at the first cyclist she could find.
At first the startled biker remained passive, nearly falling off his bike as Emily tore at
his face. Then, as her nails started to cut deeply, he threw her back.
"Goddamned little slut! We're gonna teach you some respect," Ed said, running behind
her. He dragged her back, her heels digging trenches in the loose dirt. Emily struggled,
her heart beating so hard she thought it was going to explode. The desert wind
increased, howling down on them from the mountains.
Ed dragged her toward the house, then let go. Emily fell on her back. Looking up, she
saw nothing but anger in the young biker's eyes. He held the belt that had beaten
against her body earlier. He snapped that weapon, the sound knifing through the steady
roar of the engines.
"No, please, I won't do it again!" Ed advanced, Emily pushed her hands behind her and
wiggled away from him. Dirt invaded her pussy. Ed moved slowly, the belt dangling to
one side. Occasionally he snapped it against his boots, making the girl wince with each
report.
"Come here, baby. Come on, I'm not gonna hurt you!"
Emily looked at him sideways, feeling as if she were living through some hellish
nightmare. Terror knifed through her.
"No, no." she whimpered, her cries growing louder as he got closer.
"You're not gonna try anything like that again when I get through with you."
The girl sidled back, her widened eyes focused on the advancing biker. He started for
her in earnest. The girl screamed, then twisted around and ran on all fours like an
animal. Her stiff nipples brushed over the dirt as the wind whipped over her asscheeks.
She crawled faster, slipped, then got back up and crawled again. Ed stopped, watched
and laughed, then pursued again. "God! God!"
Emily found herself against one of the bikes. There was no place to run! She was
trapped once more, trapped and at the mercy fo this maniac who was bent on dealing
out his perverted justice!
As she turned around, the girl covered her face with her arms. She saw him raise the
belt high over his head then bring it down. The curved edge bit the flesh along her
lower ribs.
"Argggh!" Emily squealed, her body jerking violently.
Ed swung the belt over his head again, bringing it down hard against the other side of
her body. The tip chewed the flesh along her thighs. Emily snapped her legs together,
rolling over onto her belly. She still screamed mindlessly, crawling away, only to be
stopped by the tire of another bike. She was helpless, unable to protect herself against
this madman's violence.
The belt came down three more times, lashing cruelly over her firm asscheeks. But
instead of sheer pain, the beating this time producd a strange kind of heat, one that
actually drew a warm response from her cunt. Ed noticed the change in her cries and
smiled, wiping his sweating forehead with the back of one hand and continuing his
beating. Emily recoiled from each lash as the sharp blows brought an increasingly wild
response from her pussy.
"Ohhh, ahhh!"Emily shouted, moving her hips up and down in a fucking motion.
Then the belt suddenly stopped coming down. What was going to happen, now? She
waited, her breath coming in short pants. It was as if someone had primed her up for a
fucking, had toyed with her body, making her so hot she could barely stand it. The girl
finally turned on her side to see what was going to happen next.
"Now it's my turn, slut!"
It was the biker who had shoved his fingers in her cunt earlier. His hands moved
quickly as he unzipped his fly, letting his massive blood-filled cock spring out from the
opened halves of his jeans. Pre-cum glistened on his fat, purplish cock-head. The
engines kept on roaring around her. But Emily didn't hear them. It was as if she had
gone partially deaf. All the blonde teen could hear was the pounding of her own heart.
The biker seemed to be larger than life. Sweat trickled down his face as he pushed off
his cap and shrugged off his leather jacket. Pulling his shirt from his trousers, the
young man shot out one arm, grabbing her wrist. He pulled her along the ground.
"I'm gonna fuck you until you taste my dick in your throat!"
In the middle of the grounds, he let her go. Emily could sense that his balls were tight,
that his cock was hurting from frustration. For an instant, the girl wished she had a
rock, a knife – something she could pound against him! It would be an act of defiance,
something that would show them she was still human.
But all she had now was her own raging sexuality – that demanded satisfaction, how
could she think of vengeance when her pussy was so hot, so steamy?


Chapter 8

The biker bent down and backhanded her mouth. Emily shuddered and cried out, the
force of the blow snapping her head to one side.
He struck her once more, leaving a red palm print on her left cheek.
"All the way over," he growled, grabbing her ass and forcing her on her face. Emily
tightened her ass. The thought flashed through her mind that he was going to fuck her
in the ass!
Then he was on her, his weight crushing her into the dirt. The dust swirled into her
nose and mouth, making her cough.
"No, no, not there!" The girl screamed, twisting around and beating back at the young
biker.
"Fuck it, babe. Have it your own way, he growled, flipping Emily around. She didn't
want to come. The girl didn't want to feel her cunt heating up, her clit throbbing so
hard she thought it was going to explode. But in spite of her revulsion and terror, the
big man was raising her own lust to a height she'd never known.
"Ohhh!"
He was in her, driving his cock in and out of her pussy. He didn't seem to mind that
she'd just been licked off by an animal – that dirt had invaded her pussy, making her
no better than a common street whore. No! As he drilled his cock into her clenching
pussy, the grip on her hips tightened. He seemed to be delighted by her filth, her
degradation. Leaning forward, his hands slid from her hips to her ribs, and finally to
her shoulders. He was holding her down, keeping her body from working around so
fast she'd knock out his prick.
Then suddenly, the young woman realized his hands were now around her throat. The
grip tightened. He was going to choke the air out of her. Her tongue rolled as air
stopped flowing into her lungs.
Emily cried. No, she wasn't going to die! She raked the biker's shoulders, her nails
sliding harmlessly off his flesh. The world was slipping crazily around her and she was
falling into a pit. She writhed helplessly under him but couldn't knock him away. Oh,
God, she was quickly losing her strength. This is how she was going to die – brutally
raped, degraded, choked to death in the desert by a madman while his friends cheered
and watched on.
Then her finger found something – something cold, hard. A knife? A rock? Emily
didn't care. With her last ounce of strength, the girl gripped the object and thrust her
hand up.
The biker cried out, his hands releasing her throat. He looked dumbly at her, touching
his chin. Emily saw his fingers were bloody. It was a rock she'd used, swinging it hard
against the side of his face. His cock was still Shoved deep into her pussy, harder than
before. His prick ripped her insides, swelling still while he bled profusely from the side
of his head.
She gasped, her lungs filling with needed oxygen. Her tits rolled and swelled. And still,
the wounded biker fucked her, driving his cock in and out of her pussy. His thighs
moved as his cum exploded in a hot white fountain deep inside her body.
Emily felt her cunt contract while gouts of jism filled her pussy. It was weird, unholy!
In God's name, what was happening? She was coming while this man was bleeding to
death on top of her! And yet, he and the others didn't seem to mind!
"Man!" he cried. The biker shuddered, his arms beating at her. Some blood trickled
down on her.
His cock jerked in her. Emily held the rock tightly in one hand, ready to use it again if
she had to. But the young man had had enough. With a groan, he fell back, holding the
injured side of his face with one hand while pulling out his softening cock with a
squishy pop.
Emily shuddered, opening her fingers and letting the weapon fall from her hand. Oh,
what a horror she had just survived. Looking around at the hellish creatures still
mounted on the motorcycles, the young girl felt a flash of triumph. She'd survived
almost the worst they could throw at her... survived and even struck back! No, she
wasn't all that frail! She could take anything they threw at her and live!
"Okay, if she thinks she's so fuckin' hot, let's see how many men she can take on," Ed
said, kicking the rock far from her reach.
Emily was in a near faint. She could hear the men climbing off their bikes and grabbing
her. Hands were everywhere. They were pinching her tits, reaming out her pussy, even
shoving down into her asshole. The girl screamed, then collapsed as someone shoved a
fat cock up her cunt and covered her mouth with a piss-smelling leather glove. "Man,
she's good, real good!" Emily fucked her hips back and forth, riding on one cock, then
another. All the men blended into one another as her brain spun around wildly. With a
shout, the young woman collapsed, a cock just shooting off inside her pussy with a
second trying to wiggle its way into her asshole.
A peaceful blackness followed. If anything else happened, the girl was oblivious to it.
There were no erotic dreams to disturb her. Emily floated on a cloud of gold, feeling
only a pleasant warmth in her pussy.
When she awoke, she was lying on one of the sleeping bags back at the house. No one
was inside, a small hurricane lamp providing the only light in the dirty room. Outside,
she could hear men talking, the occasional sound of a motorcycle roaring through the
compound. She shivered, drawing the edges of the bag over her naked body. She had
been cleaned. Small pools of water had collected in the hollows of her chest and belly.
He hair was still wet. They had probably splashed water on her from the rain barrel.
Emily lay still, her eyes closed. How much longer would this last? Would they ever
grow tired of her? Her pussy ached. They all must have fucked her. Reaching behind
her, the young blonde teenager rubbed her asshole. No, that wasn't sore. At least none
of them had been able to jam his dick up her shitter!
"Oh, my God!" the girl cried in a small voice, covering her face and sobbing in horror.
Only a few hours ago, the young woman would never have dreamed this sort of thing
would happen to anyone, let alone her! And yet...
Emily turned over on one side and sobbed freely.
"Oh, God, God, ohhhhh!"
She screamed, drawing back. She felt something wet touching her fingers. Was it a rat?
the girl drew her hands up to her throat and sat bolt upright, her eyes widening as she
peered forward to see what had touched her.
"Oh, it's you!" the girl sighed with relief. The dog! At least he wasn't going to try to kill
her, to torture her.
The big German shepherd crawled forward, his bushy tail wagging. Emily stretched out
one hand and petted him on the head, feeling his soft fur tickle the flesh under her
fingernails. At least she had one friend. Yes, she was a bitch to him... to all of them in
the area. Pride, humility, everything was gone. Everything, that is, except the wild urge
now rising in her cunt. They weren't around to watch her, to taunt her, Now she could
enjoy herself... oh, God in heaven, yes, enjoy herself with the dog. That's what they had
done to her – encouraged her to seek pleasure with an animal!
"Come here," she said softly, throwing back the sleeping-bag and spreading her legs
apart. The soft down lining felt good against her naked ass. It was exciting to sit there,
knees raised and spread apart, waiting for the big animal to come and love her with his
tongue. Oh, it was almost like waiting for a date! She quivered with anticipation, eager
to have him shove his muzzle into her cunt. The young woman closed her eyes and
begged for forgiveness. Yes, it was terrible, it was revolting.
And if she were back with her mother, the young blonde teen would have probably
shot the animal if he came at her this way – rather than open herself up to him. But
they were in a different situation now. They were alone, trapped by sex maniacs
outside. This was the only moment she could have where she could enjoy herself, There
would only be the animal as a witness, and he couldn't talk.
"Here, boy, here," she breathed. She reached out and petted his muscular haunches as
the big animal inched forward and started licking her belly. She felt excited getting
greased like this by the animal. His tongue went all over the place. He moved up her
belly, lathering her tits with his spittle, then moving back down. Emily moved her hips
against the floor, tightening her thighs, watching as the tendons bulged out against the
flesh of her legs.
"Good dog, good dog!" the girl cried. How could she be so open to the animal? Only a
few hours ago she was screaming at him, begging to die rather than become a willing
partner in this kind of sexual sickness. And now...?
"Yes! Oh, yes, there," Emily said in a shivering voice. His nose moved up and down
through her slit, forcing her inner pussy-lips apart. He was stretching the mouth of her
pussy. Emily cried out, twisting around on the floor. She rocked her body from side to
side, breathing through her flared nostrils. The short stubby fur on his snout was
tickling her clit and her cunt. She moaned loudly and writhed her shoulders on the
sleeping bag. She petted the animal with both feet while he lapped her cunt with his
tongue. It was spit-doggie spit! But Emily didn't care what kid of spittle it was. Just as
long as the big German shepherd took care of her pussy, she didn't care.
Gent growled and let his teeth nip along the outer edges of her pussy. The feeling drove
her wild. It hurt her in a way that made her beg for more. She humped her back,
pressing her cuntal mound up harder. Ohhh, she wanted him to eat her out. His hair
bristled with excitement, showing the wild excitement racing through his body.
Outside, the cyclists raced their bikes, oblivious to the scene going on inside the cabin.
Emily sucked in a lungful of air, rolling her head . from side to side. She felt her inner
thighs burn with excitement. The tender places between her fingers and toes itched. She
dug her feet against the animal's furry sides. Ohhhh, God, it was so good – sooooo
good! "Ohhhh! Unnnnghhh!" Emily's body responded quickly to the sloppy friction of
the shepherd's tongue against her cunt. The big dog seemed to enjoy holding her cuntal
mound between his jaws and shaking it gently. Emily held her ass off the sleeping bag
when he did this. The sensation brought a new, wild feeling through her pussy.
"Yes, oh, God, fuck, fuck me with your tongue. Oh, God, Gent, fuck me with your
tongue!" Emily felt her hair splash across her face. She didn't want the wonderful, tight,
hot sensation to end! Ohhh, how it made the young woman jerk and twitch when he
rolled and licked his tongue around the sensitive ring of outer cuntal muscles. Emily
felt them contract and tighten around his muzzle each time he stuck it a. deep. It was
so close to the feeling of being fucked by... oh, how could she even think of a
comparison like that? She'd only just recently lost her cherry, and here she was, getting
licked off by a dog, thinking how much it felt like a man's dick!
The blonde teenager went wild now, prancing her ass around in small circles, then
heaving it up and down to increase the friction the dog brought to her wet pussy.
When he raked his tongue across her clit, Emily cried out and jerked her arms forward,
hugging his big head and pulling him closer toward her. She loved that feeling of his
black nose shoving hard against her seething, sloppy cunt. "Oh, yes, yes! Good, good
dog!" Gent was digging at her thighs with both paws, burrowing his snout into her
cunt as if he were trying to ferret out a small animal. "There! Oh, there! Good doggy,
good..." Gent concentrated his licking on her clit. Each time he pushed his pink tongue
down into the steamy folds surrounding her pussy, the girl tried to imagine a cock! Yes,
a good, fat, hard dick... something like the one Jack or Ed sported between their thick
muscled legs. The animal growled, bringing the young woman back to reality. No, there
was no man attached to that thing tickling her pussy so strangely. No, only a dog, a
wonderful dog, but still a wild dog licking her off. His small back humped as he swirled
his long tongue around and around her pussy.
Suddenly, the girl rolled over on her back, knocking the large dog off her for the
moment. Gent twisted his head and looked curiously at her. What was she doing? Then
he saw her get on both hands and knees and he barked.
"Shhhhh!" the girl warned, jerking her head around to see if any of the bikers had come
in after hearing the animal. No, no, they were fine, thank God! If they saw her actually
encouraging the animal to lick her pussy...oh, she could only imagine what kind of
torture they would put her through!
"Mmmmmmm!"
Emily groaned through her tightly clenched teeth. He was licking her ass, wetting each
cheek, then letting his tongue slide down her ass-crack. Oh, God, it would be good
having his wonderful tongue sliding in and out of her cunt. And maybe, just maybe, it
would be fantastic to have his dick... on, no, horrible, horrible thought!
She felt paws scratching at her asscheeks. Then there was the weight of the animal's
furry underside brushing her. His body was on her back, now.
His sharp claws scraped painfully against her sides, drawing out long red marks against
the white skin. She had her back arched down while her ass was sticking out and up.
Was that the right angle? Right angle for what? Ohhh, as much as she tried not to
think of it, Emily realized her body was preparing itself for a fuck! "Oh, no, no!"
But it was useless. She was babbling, throwing her ass around to urge the animal on.
Was it really happening? Everything around her seemed drowned in the aura of a
dream-like glow. She could feel the red tip of Gent's cock gouging along the seeping
heat of her cunt. His prick was moving closer and closer to her hot little pussy. A flash
of fear and shame shot through her. She was walking on the thin line between complete
degradation and some semblance of respectability. If she let the animal actually fuck
her... if she let his cock ream her out, then she was no better than the worst, most foul
slut in Hollywood! No, no! Emily shook her head and bit her lower lip as her blonde
hair curtained her face and trailed across her whitened knuckles.
As she sobbed in confusion, the animal's knobby prong slipped into her cunt-mouth.
He barked, jerked his body forward, and drove the first few inches of his cock into her
hole. "No! Oh, God, no!"
Emily screamed, pitching forward, shaking her body from side to side. No, no, she
couldn't let that happen! She crawled toward the door, moaning loudly, shouting back
at the dog to leave her alone. A warm trickle of cuntal juiee ran down her thighs,
making her frustration that much more intense.
"Hey, man, what's happening in here?" Ed shouted, shoving the door open and
stopping just in front of the girl, It didn't take him too long to figure out the sequence
of events that lead up to this.
"Hey, what the...?"
"Man, can't you tell? The little girl's been egging ol* Gent on. And he got tired of the
old licking' and decided to slip it to 'er. Well, she got scared and she's tryin' to back
outta it, right bitch?" Ed asked, reaching down and grabbing a handful of her blonde
hair and jerking up. Emily cried out as some strands pulled out by the roots. "Come on
in, guys."
The cabin room quickly filled. At first, the German shepherd looked as if he were going
to climb off the moaning blonde teenager. But Ed petted him reassuringly on the head
and the big dog stayed mounted on her.
"Ohhhh!"
Emily couldn't speak. She was so hot, so humiliated. They were all inside now, saying
terrible things about her, kicking her in the sides and legs, careful not to injure 
the stillfucking animal.
"Fuck 'er good, boy."
Gent calmed down and resumed his fucking, bracing his body and shoving his narrow
hindquarters down once more. Emily sucked in a ragged breath when she felt the
bumps on his cock slide along her seepy cuntal lining. It was as if she were being
fucked by a cock wearing a French tickler. The young woman threw her head from side
to side as more inches of the slick hot dog-cock slid in.
"Uhhh, ohhhh!"
Gent's claws dug into her flesh. Now he was fucking hard and fast.
"Man, get 'er. Ever seen something' like that?" Jack commented, rubbing his crotch.
"Yeah, down in T.J.," Ed said, sneering at the grunting teenager. "Only there they do it
with donkeys and shit."
"Man, we got..."
Emily could feel the dog"s cock ballooning out. It was jerking and throbbing
threateningly, ready to explode inside her pussy. The girl scratched her nails against the
floor. If only she could crawl away from the dog, shake his dick out of her cuntal slit!
Then she'd at least spare herself the last, ugly horror of... "Uhhhhhhhh!"
Emily's face suddenly became a mask of intense concentration. Her eyes glazed over,
then bugged out as her lower jaw slackened. The girl let out a long, low moan, then
shut her eyes while her body shivered with revulsion. Gooseflesh broke out over the
skin. Above her, the big German shepherd hugged her tightly, his head burrowed down
between her jutting shoulder blades. He was shooting, dumping his load of doggie
spunk into her hot little hole!
"Ahhhhhhhh! No, God, no!"
It was all too true. She could feel the steady, hot stream of animal spunk spattering
against the sides of her pussy. The young woman cried, shook her body, screamed. But
nothing discouraged the animal. He held on tightly, dropping the last drops of his jizz
into her slit, then backing off. Emily collapsed with horror and exhaustion, covering her
face. Ohhh, if she could have sunk into the floor, she would have.


Chapter 9

"Ohhhh!"
Emily curled her fingers and wiped the water from her eyes. The man had thrown
several bucketfuls of rainwater on the young woman after hauling her out of the cabin
and throwing her onto the ground. The young blonde cried out as another bucket of
cold liquid splashed across her face. She rubbed her palms briskly over her arms and
throat. The night air was growing chilly, fast. Putting her hands down, Emily felt the
ground turning to mud around her.
"Okay, get 'er up. She's clean for us again."
"Stop it! Stop it!" the blonde teenager shrieked. Emily tore away from her tormentors
for a second, drawing her arms close in to her body while folding her fingers together.
She crouched forward, her knees pressed against one another while tears streamed
down her face. "Haven't you done enough to me? Oh, God, what more do you want?"
she screamed hysterically. She looked around her. The men said nothing. All of them
stood, their hands either folded defiantly across their chests or propped up on their
hips. The young blonde dropped her head, her wet hair hanging in front of her face.
There was nothing she could say or do that would change their minds until they were
good and ready to let her go.
"Get her ready for the horse!"
Emily jerked her head up, narrowing her eyes and studying Ed. No, he wasn't joking.
They were going to make her fuck a horse. Just like Catherine the Great of Russia,
Emily would be embracing a horse, scissoring her legs around his hindquarters and
taking a long dark dick up her cunt!
"Oh, no, no!"
Her forehead wrinkled up. Even that was too much for this gang to ask of her. Surely
they wouldn't force her to...
"Here's the goddamned rope. Good thing we got those two fuckin' stallions out back.
Sure was a good deal gettin' this oP place and the horses thrown in with it," Brad said,
studying the hemp, then glancing down at Emily.
"Oh, God, no, no!" she repeated, drawing her hands up to her throat. Yes, there was
little doubt that was on their minds. They were going to split her open with a horse's
cock, then send whatever remained of her home to her mother!
The young blonde let out a yelp, then scrambled to her feet. She slipped on the mud,
falling back with a loud splash.
"Tryin' still to get away, eh? I'm gettin' fuckin' tired of this," Ed said, taking the rope
and dangling it in front of the girl's face. "Tie her down over that ol' drinkin' trough."
Hands grabbed at her, pulled her screaming from the mud. Emily fought with every
ounce of strength she could muster. No, she couldn't stand for this. They were making
her sink lower and lower, laughing cruelly as the watched her wallow in her own filth!
She stank of perversion, stank of hell! Now they were trying to force her down even
farther.
But Brad, Jack and the others were too much for her. The young blonde teen was
dragged, her flesh pinched and pawed by the group. Someone kicked her in the shin,
making her pitch forward and bang her knees against something wooden. Glancing
down, she saw it was a water trough.
"Down, bitch."
Emily felt them bending over her, pushing her down until her belly slammed against
the top of the trough. There was more movement as her wrists were tied together. They
then passed the long rope under the heavy wooden structure, binding the young teen's
ankles together. She was roped like a young calf at a rodeo. Emily tried to move, but
found the ropes cutting her flesh painfully when she did so.
"Hey, who wants to ass-fuck her?"
The question made the young woman twist and scream in spite of the pain in her wrists
and ankles.
"Shut up," Ed snarled, raising one foot and sending it hard against her belly.
"Ueeeuuugh!"
Emily thought someone had stuck a knife in her stomach! Stars exploded in front of her
eyes while she sucked in air, gagging for breath. A sharp pain radiated out from her
belly. The force of that blow had knocked her slightly to the left, sending several rotted
splinters into her naked flesh as she scraped along the trough.
"What about me?" Jack asked, pulling out his prick and milking it until it was rockhard.
"Man, you had her in the fuckin' van. Naw, too bad that damned dog's gone out again.
I'd make 'im fuck her in the ass. Hey, Burt, yeah, you, come on."
Emily jerked her head around, still gulping in air. She saw a tall, thickly built blond
man saunter up to the trough, his thumbs hooked over the edges of his Levi's. He wore
the same black leather attire as the others. His blue eyes looked down coldly at her.
Unlike Ed, Burt seemed to have remained calm throughout the torture. It crossed the
blonde's mind that he might be akin to those Nazis who watched thousands die
horrible deaths without showing the slightest trace of human emotion.
"Man, you ain't had nothin' outta this chick. You wanna ass-fuck 'er?"
There was a knowing smirk on the big biker's face as he nodded, then dropped his big
fingers to his crotch. Emily watched as he unzipped his trousers, pushing them open,
then – reaching in the dark hole. What he pulled out made the young woman's scalp
crawl, it was huge – much larger and certainly much thicker than anything she'd seen
yet! It made Ed's and Jack's cocks look like shriveled pickles.
"Oh, no, not... not in my ass! Oh, God, no!" Already, the young teenager could feel her
ass splitting apart. Burt was smoothing his fingers over his dark-red cock-head,
smoothing it down with greasy pre-cum. Emily guessed that prick had to be at least ten
to eleven inches long, with the thickness of an average man's wrist. How could any
woman take that thing in her cunt? And she was going to have it shoved up her ass?
The big man walked up to her, bending down and jamming three leather-gloved fingers
into her asshole. Emily screamed, her voice shrill and high. The pain of that sudden
assault on her ass blasted up to her brain. She jerked and twitched convulsively. The
top of her cuntal mound brushed against the splintery water trough. And yet, strangely,
her clit sent out a shower of sparks into her cunt when the big biker kept twisting his
fingers around and around in her ass.
Burt laughed loudly behind her. He was watching her slowly calm down, even actually
thrust her ass back. He pulled his fingers out, slapping her white jiggling asscheeks
again and again until the girl thought someone had put a flame to them.
"Unnngh!"
Burt slipped his fingers back in. Her tight little rubbery sphincter muscle clenched shut
on his invading digits. Emily's eyes bugged out, her fingers clawing at the rough wood.
Her knees and tits quivered. She worked her wrists against the rope, chafing her flesh
as a strange fire started up in the rim of her asshole. Emily's hips went back, actually
offering more ass to the big man.
"Goddamned bitch'11 take on anything," Burt muttered, yanking out his fingers with a
pop. Emily thought half her body went with them. There was a strange, twisted lusty
feeling in and around her shitter, radiating down to her pussy, inflaming the girl's clit
and cuntal mouth as if she were getting ready for a good, hard fuck!
"Come on, Burt, get the fuck in and outta her so we can watch her and the fuckin'
horses," several of the men cried.
"Yeah, yeah, you think it's so fuckin' easy to fuck someone in the ass when half the
goddamned world's watchin'?" he asked, rubbing his dick some more and shoving his
pants down to his knees.
"Oh, God, God," Emily moaned, dropping her head and letting the hair hide her face.
She was so ashamed. She had committed nearly every act of sexual depravity in front of
these leering men. And not one of them, not one had she actually hated. Even when
she tried fighting off the men, she wound up actually encouraging them, begging for
more! Now tied in this humiliating position, she was going to be fucked in the ass!
Burt puffed behind her. Emily waited, wondering what else he had in store for her. Her
pussy was actually fluttering in heat. She thought of that big cock and wondered what it
would feel like sinking through her pussy, pushing apart her velvety, itchy cuntal walls,
caressing the seepy lining of her cunt as its fat head drilled down into the depths of her
body.
"Yeah, ready, now."
Emily twisted her head around to see what the big man was doing.
"Hold still, baby. You're probably gonna enjoy this as much as I do, even though your
hollerin' like a fuckin' virgin," Burt murmured. He grabbed the girl's slender hips,
arching his back while shoving his thighs forward. Emily could feel his Levi's brushing
against her calves as he inched forward. There was the sensation of something
incredibly hot brushing against her asscheeks, then sliding down to the sensitive flesh
separating her cunt from her asshole. He was fucking her there, rubbing his dick back
and forth against the silky flesh of her inner thighs.
Emily twisted her head around and bit down on her arms. Ohhh, the feeling was good!
If only she weren't tied up in that grotesque position, she'd be fucking back, exciting
him further, making him want to turn her around and stick that cunt-splitting dick up
her pussy. But the men had decided to hogtie her and watch as that biker split her ass
open with his cock.
"Ahhhhhhhhhhiyyyeee!"
"Take it, you goddamned little bitch! You're a goddamned piece of shit, and I'm gonna
feel your fuckin' shit on my dick!"
Emily screamed louder as the blunt head of his cock shot past her tight sphincter into
her ass. There was a tearing, stretching pain all around the outside of her asshole. She
felt as if her butt were being ripped by a blunt chisel. The scraping of his dick against
her asshole-lining was too much for her to take. Emily could feel herself getting dizzy,
the first sign she was going to faint!
"Oh, no, you don't," Burt muttered, sensing the girl's collapse. He shot one arm down
and grabbed a handful of her blonde hair, yanking back and pulling the young teenager
back into consciousness. With a shouting yelp, Emily regained her senses.
The pressure against her asshole eased for a second. Burt realized he couldn't risk
shoving his entire cock in at once without risking another fainting spell. He didn't want
the girl unconscious for the fuck. He wanted to feel her bucking against him, begging
for more, lifting her ass as much as she could and wiggling it back and forth as he
pistoned his dick into her shitter!
Then like a fat lump of hard shit, his cock jammed against her relaxed asshole. Before
Emily could even think about trying to relax, his dick-head was deep in her ass. The
little muscle felt as if it were tearing.
"Nooooiyyyeee!"
Oh, God! She wanted to feel that cock in her pussy, not up her shitter! How odd, how
painful it was to have that cock scraping along her shit-chute. The end of his prick
actually felt slippery! It reached farther into her ass. The girl consciously eased the grip
of her ass on his drilling cock-head.
Burt let go of her hip. She felt his hands climb up along her belly, her chest, kneading
her soft flesh until he reached her tits. He drew her back from the trough slightly,
bending down farther so he could feel her full tits completely.
Emily moved her ass sensuously. The slow invasion of his cock in her ass hurt awfully.
But somehow, when she shifted her thighs from side to side, her sphincter relaxed even
more. Maybe an asshole was as elastic as a cunt! Emily didn't know. Certainly, she
discovered herself taking more and more of the big man's dick as the seconds ticked by.
It was splitting her wide-open, pushing the organs of her belly aside. And yet, she was
feeling less and less agony. "Uhhhhhh!"
The strange feeling of pressure spread higher in her ass, radiating to the outer edges of
her asscheeks. That widening cock-head seemed to fuck downward forever. Emily wept,
the tears burning into her eyes and nose. The rough wooden trough pressed painfully
against her belly while the rope still cut into her ankles and wrists.
Now, both his hands covered her nipples. He twisted and pinched them while he
moved his hips from side to side, still shoving his hard cock into her ass. Emily
wondered how long this would go on – this constant pressure, this continual tightness
in her asshole!
And then she felt her ass suddenly relax. It was as if her body had surrendered on the
spur of the moment. She tried straightening her legs. There was a good deal of
cramping in her big ass-muscles. Her legs and arms spasmed. The big biker started
pulling his cock out. The reverse tugging was like a vacuum sucking at her bowels.
Emily bit her lower lip. She couldn't even sob, now. She shoved her asscheeks toward
him, wanting him to fuck her hard. No, no, she didn't want his hot cock out of her ass.
She was too afraid of that motion tearing her apart. He'd managed to shove his cock up
her ass. And now he wanted to take it out, only to slide it back in? No, no, she wasn't
going to go through the same horror again!
"No, please, leave it in!" the girl cried in a tight little voice, wiggling her ass lewdly.
"Man, I told you I'd have her beggin' for it," Burt said, wiping his forehead and smiling
lustfully down at the girl. Emily sighed with relief, feeling his cock sliding back in. It
sent shivery thrills through her body as it traveled back down into her shitter. Ohhh,
how fat, hot thick, how hot that thing was! Emily closed her eyes and imagined how
good it must be to have two dicks fucking you at the same time! She knew she'd had
her chance earlier, but was too horrified by the prospect to let it happen. "Ohhhhh!"
Once more, the steady pressure eased. Emily felt his belly resting on her asscheeks. Oh,
God, surely that had to be all of it! She hadn't really been concentrating on how much
cock-meat the big biker had fed into her ass. But it seemed as if he'd been fucking her
for hours. Surely he had all that long thick prick in her by now!
Burt started to pull his dick out. Emily thought he'd drawn at least a foot of dick out of
her ass. Her butt quivered, protesting his move all the way. Then he started forward,
again. Emily pressed her ass back against him, arching her back as best she could. The
strange sense of fullness inside her gut was starting to excite her. It wasn't at all like the
heat in her pussy! Although, the two kinds of sexual excitement seemed to be
connected in some way. It was a sensation all its own – spicy, forbidden, and yet
altogether enticing!
His cock slid in deeper, past where the last stroke had stopped. Emily sucked in a
ragged breath, her moans shuddering deep in her chest. The head of his cock went up
and up, filling her until she thought she'd feel it in her throat. In spite of the pain and
the weird feeling in her ass, Emily was beginning to enjoy this degrading fuck.
"Yeah, yeah, baby! That's it, fuck back. Yeah, fuck back at me. Work it out, chick!"
Burt's ass-fucking increased. Emily squeezed her asscheeks tight around him, trying to
pull more sensuous feelings from him. She didn't care how much it hurt her. She didn't
care about what the men would say about her. All those things faded under the brilliant
white-hot light of her rising sexuality. She never thought getting fucked this way could
make her pussy so hot! Her only regret was not having a dick reaming out her cunt at
the same time! Ohh, how her clit burned! How the juice seeped out of her pussy slit
and went down her inner thighs!
Burt had stamina. He thrust his hips back and forth, gradually speeding up his cock
strokes until Emily thought her asshole would catch on fire. The hot friction in her dry
ass was like gasoline in an open wound. As the ramming length and speed of the
strokes grew, she felt her cunt-lips flutter, clench together and milk more juice from her
pussy. Heat burned into the sides of her stiff clit.
The hot, tight feeling of an encroaching climax built up quickly.
Emily grunted with the effort of keeping up with his strokes. Her mind went blank. She
knew she was being fucked-fucked hard and fast! Her cunt reacted wildly, growing so
hot she thought it would explode in a second. Then Burt grunted behind her, pulling
his cock out and leaving only the head in her ass. Emily felt the flaring edges of his
dick-head pushing out against her asshole-lining. She hunched her asscheeks back and
forth. With another grunt, Burt slammed his cock back down deep in her ass. Emily
thought she could feel her shitter-lining ripping. She screamed, feeling a firestorm of
lust in her ass. She knew he was going to come in a second. She could hear his shallow,
uneven breathing. His body jerked from side to side while his fingers clamped down
hard on her thighs. Emily felt thick, spurting masses of the big man's cum burning the
lining of her ass-tube like jets of napalm. Her cunt snapped shut on thin air. Her ass
milked down at his cock. She twisted her body around as best she could while her tits
and belly scraped painfully against the wooden trough. "Uhhhhhhhhh!"
The lightning-like jolts of heat in her cunt increased the wild sensations in her ass.
Emily's mind centered on her crotch, her ass, her tits. Every motion of the biker behind
her seemed to inflame the feelings in each of those areas. She felt him wrenching his
body, struggling with his orgasm while he held tightly onto her.
Then slowly, the throbbing in her pussy subsided. The climax was over. Slowly, Burt
backed away, pulling his cock from her shitter. Emily shivered, her flesh puckering up
as hot chills shot through her body. When his flanged cock-head popped free of her
sphincter, Emily felt something hot dribble down her ass-crack. More cum! She'd been
bathed in it that night. Nearly every hole of her body had been violated foully. At this
point, the young blonde didn't care what they did to her. Horse? What did it matter?
She was no good to anyone anymore?


Chapter 10

"Come on, baby, get over her."
"Hey, pick them feet up. It's like she had somethin' up her ass, eh?"
The men laughed at her as she staggered forward, the ropes still binding her wrists
tightly together behind her. Emily kept her head down. She felt dirty and foul. They
were shoving her, knocking her down, then kicking her until she somehow managed to
struggle to her feet once more and walk forward. It was a kind of death march. They
had untied her from the wooden water trough. Pulling her to her feet and shoving her
in the direction of a small barn. All around her, the men talked about what was going
to happen. It was as if she were in a deadly dream. No, this sort of thing didn't happen!
It was something you read about in filthy books or heard about in the locker room.
They really weren't going to make her have sex with a horse! Even those stories she
heard about the great Russian Empress had to be false! There was no way they could
force a woman to...
"Hey man, it's ol' Gent!"
Emily stopped, twisting her head away as the big German shepherd bounded from the
barn just up ahead and pranced over to her. Was this it? Was this their big scare? Were
they going to make her go down on the dog again? The young teen almost laughed. As
terrible as that act was, the young woman had become accustomed so much to
depravity that the act of having an animal fucking her didn't faze her one bit. Let them
throw their worst at her... as long as it was something they had already done.
"Keep goin', baby."
Ed shoved her roughly ahead. She stumbled, regained her balance, and then walked
into the barn, nearly falling twice as the big German shepherd threaded between her
legs several times.
"Oh!"
There was the smell of piss and shit as soon as the young blonde teenager stepped into
the small structure. It was completely dark. The girl hesitated, putting one foot forward,
then drawing it back quickly when she heard something stirring inside.
"Come on!" Ed growled, shoving her once more.
Emily pitched forward, pulling at the ropes still holding her wrists together. It was a
still, awful place. She stopped, leaning against a low wooden structure and pricked up
her ears. There were sounds of small animals scurrying for safety, their homes broken
into by this girl and her friends. The odor of animals hung in the air like a heavy,
sickening perfume. The young woman wrinkled up her forehead, hearing her heart
pounding wildly. There was something big in here. She could tell by the heavy sounds
of hoofs that there was an animal – possibly that horse or horses they told her about.
Oh, God!
"Move it!"
"No!"
Emily dug in her feet. What if they were telling her the truth? Wouldn't it be better to
be beaten unconscious or killed than give up, spread her legs, and take on a horse?
"I said, move it!"
Ed raised a clenched fist and brought it down hard on her shoulder. "Uhghhh!"
Emily thought he'd broken her clavicle. There was a sharp, cracking sound followed by
sharp pain. She felt her knees buckle and would have slumped to the floor if several
men nearby hadn't caught her and held her up.
"Bring her up here," Ed said, reaching over and flicking a switch. Immediately, a dull
yellow light flooded the small barn. Emily wrestled weakly with the men dragging her
over the hay-covered floor. She looked around with wide, terrified eyes. There was a
double row of stalls, all empty now. Harnesses, reins and stirrups all hung in disarray
from various stakes driven into the walls. The place looked as if it hadn't been used in
years.
Then, in the last stall, Emily saw what they were bringing "her to... a small yet
powerfully built black stallion.
"He's only a year old, but he can stud, baby."
Emily's hair stood on end. She stared at those large brown eyes, at the long black mane
hanging rakishly. over his neck, and screamed. The big horse's nostrils flared and his
eyes rolled. Rearing back, the stallion looked as if he were going to start stomping her.
"Easy, easy," Ed said, rushing up to the startled horse and smoothing both hands over
his nose. With a shuddering snort, the animal calmed, his body quivering with nervous
excitement. "Try that again and we'll throw you underfoot."
Emily had little doubt about their willingness to kill her. Swallowing hard, the girl
fought down rising panic and revulsion. Someone untied her hands, throwing the rope
down as the girl rubbed her wrists together, then glanced once more at the big animal.
It shuddered again, snorting loudly as it looked at Emily, then turned and stared at Ed.
"Pretty horse, eh?"
Emily nodded in agreement, twisting around and seeing for the last time if there were
any routes open for escape. But the entire gang was there, standing all around, their
faces smiling at her. They'd seen something like this before. She was going to be
another victim for them, someone they could talk about in the months to come.
Someone – Burt, she later discovered – slid his arms under hers and pulled back while
Brad took her ankles.
"What are you doing?"
They slid her under the animal's muscular belly while Ed calmed the stallion. Emily
screamed until they told her the big animal would panic with all that noise. The girl
choked down her cries once more, glancing up at the big horse, feeling her chest
tighten and her mouth go dry. She felt her ass touch the floor. Brad let go while Burt
pushed her forward. The young blonde found herself staring at the stallion's flaccid
cock and his coconut-sized balls. They swung in front of her as he stamped his hoofs
around nervously. Emily shrank back, holding her hands pressed against her chest.
Looking up at the men, she wondered what they wanted of her now.
"Come on, baby, go on and stroke them balls."
Emily wrinkled up her nose, slowly stretching out one hand toward the leathery black
sacs. She saw the men gathering around, leaning over the low wooden wall of the stall
and watching her. Some were laughing, a few coughed, most just watched without
comment.
"Oh!"
The girl touched one horse-ball with her fingertips, then drew her hand back as if
someone had touched it with a burning stove. The stallion snorted, stamping his legs
around her. Emily yelped, curling up into a small ball, waiting for the animal to trample
her to death. But Ed was quick, holding the horse's head while talking soothingly to
him. In a few seconds, the animal had calmed down again and the command rang out
once more for her to caress the stallion's balls.
Emily stretched out both hands, now. How strange, how big, and how hot they felt!
They weren't at all like a man's! It was like touching two big hot water bottles! The
animal snorted once more above her. She watched his belly contract and his sides shiver
with her contact. Yet the stallion didn't stomp as before. Instead, she saw his long,
black, funnel-like cock twitching above her, lengthening, thickening. There was a
strange odor all around her. He was getting excited, getting ready to... oh God, fuck
her?
"Go on, lick it, babe."
"Oh, no, no, I can't do that!" Emily protested, withdrawing her hands and pressing
them against her throat. They could throw her under the hoofs and she wouldn't take
those big balls in her mouth!
Something in her voice told Ed he'd pushed her to the limit.
"Okay, okay. Come on and let's see how much this little shit can take."
Emily panicked, scrambling out from under the horse. She brushed against his hind leg
and heard him whinny as he backed farther into the stall. The girl screamed again,
covering her eyes as she stumbled blindly forward. She scraped her chest and belly
along the wooden stall wall. Why was she running? What possible hope did she have?
The men were all around her, waiting to pitch her back into that hell.
"Gotcha!"
Someone held her tightly by the shoulders, twisted her around and slapped her hard
against the back of her head. Emily pitched forward, dazed and confused. She held onto
the stall wall, feeling hands pulling at her hips, her hands, her shoulders.
"Ohhhhh!"
They tore her free, flinging her to the ground, then picking her back up again.
"Get her on that fuckin' box."
Emily was dragged from the stall while several of the bikers pulled a tall, square box out
from an adjoining cubicle. It had contained saddles once before. Now it was going to be
a strange bridal bed for Emily.
"Get her on it."
She found herself flung over the top, her hands held tightly to the sides. Behind her,
the young woman heard Ed leading the stallion out from the stall. She screamed,
wrenching her head from side to side. Sweat dampened her body as her fingers clawed
futilely at the box. Oh, God, let her die, let her die now! But the young woman kept
breathing. If only she could die before the horse mounted her!
"Easy."
Emily felt the box rock. She could feel the horse's breath on the back of her neck. He
came low, mounting the box, careful to keep his legs on either side of her body. There
was just enough room for the two of them! The girl almost laughed hysterically. The
two of them! It sounded as if they were a couple of teenagers!
"Okay, boy, do your stuff!"
Someone was holding her up by the thighs, spreading her legs, angling her toward the
stallion's stiff cock. He was snorting above her, quivering, whinnying. Emily cried out
again, writhing in the grip around her thighs. No, no, oh, God in heaven, they couldn't
make her do this!
Emily felt something hot... something similar to Burt's cock when it trailed across her
buttocks before tearing open her asshole! It had to be the stallion's cock. An image
flashed through her mind. What she looked like must have seemed like a dirty joke – a
young blonde woman held up by several men, her legs split apart while a horse
crouched over her. The men kept as far away from the trembling animal as they could
while still holding tightly onto her. "Almost in."
Emily felt that hot, long, thick horse-cock move across her ass, past her shitter, then
down to her furry cunt-lips. Oh, God, just a few days ago she was a virgin and now...
"Ahhhhrhhhhhh!"
Emily closed her eyes and felt sour bile rising in her throat. She'd been violated by a
man, a dog, and now... a horse! She felt his fat knobby black cock-head push past her
pussy-lips, spreading them apart until they nearly ripped. The girth of his dick was
tremendous! Emily sucked in breaths of air, her face red with horror and pain. The men
laughed, moving her body up and down as if it were a sack of flour. They braced their
arms and legs against her thighs, keeping her open for the big animal.
"No, auhhhhhehhhh, huhhhhrrr!"
The blonde teenager felt herself growing dizzy and faint. Above her, the stallion was
snorting, whinnying, getting close to coming. Oh, she felt something hot, wet, sticky
splashing into her, spattering her inner thighs, wetting down the lower half of her body.
He was coming fast and hard, spraying her with his jism as if it were hot water from a
hose! With a final heartrending cry, the young woman slumped unconscious in the
men's arms.


Chapter 11

It had been nearly four months since her encounter with the biker gang. Susan had
phoned the police when Emily didn't return after her walk. But it was a driver on
Crestline Drive who discovered the young teen staggering on the side of the road, her
clothes hanging from her like rags. She was hysterical, dirty, disheveled. For several
days, all she could do was sleep, her unconsciousness broken by occasional fits of
hysterical screaming.
Emily finally regained her senses. She couldn't tell them everything the gang did. She
even denied she knew the place they had taken her, although the young woman was
reasonably certain she could determine its location. But no, Emily refused to tell them
anything more than that she was kidnapped, raped repeatedly, then turned loose on the
highway. The blonde teen couldn't imagine telling the authorities how they forced
animals on her. It was enough for them to see the bruises, imagine the horror she
endured when they tied her up and beat her with belts. No, they could stay in
ignorance about the dog and the... oh, God, the horse! She saw the doctor's face turn
gray and screw up curiously when he examined her. How did she get those strange
marks – like dog bites – so close to her cunt?
Emily told him animals on the ranch attacked her when she tried escaping several
times. The authorities bought her story, although the doctor still questioned her. Emily
froze. Was there some way he could tell she had had sexual relations with an animal?
Still, at the end, he concurred with the police and left her alone. Emily breathed a sigh
of relief. Oh, she couldn't have faced her mother, her friends, herself, if the real truth
about what happened on the ranch came out! No, she didn't want the vengeance she
swore she'd have earlier... not at the cost of the truth! Emily realized she'd let half those
things happen to her. She wasn't raped, the young girl actively sought out those men,
that dog...
When she returned home, the girl remained in her bedroom for weeks. Susan tried
calling several times, trying to coax her friend back into the world. Once or twice, she
even suggested Emily come out and help her again at the swapmeet. The young
brunette had managed to start a good business there and needed some reliable help.
But Emily almost screamed over the receiver when her good friend mentioned the
swapmeet. She could only imagine what her reaction would be if she should see Ed or
one of his buddies there!
As the weeks passed, however, the young girl gradually mended. In time, she was sure
the gang had probably left or was lying low. She didn't think they'd be prancing around
in the open with the possibility of her screaming to the police.
In the end, Emily agreed to help her friend at the swapmeet. She had to get out of the
house, away from the false safety of her bedroom. She would never heal, never be able
to deal with people, if she kept feeling sorry for herself.
"Isn't this better?" Susan asked, smiling brightly at her friend. They had just set up their
booth in the early morning hours.
"You've got a lot more things, Susan. I'm impressed." Emily looked around the stand,
admiring the clothes hanging from new racks the brunette had recently purchased.
"I'm excited," Susan said in a whisper. "We've been doing so well, I don't even want to
start college."
The girls laughed and talked together about old times, chatting with occasional
passersby. At times, however, Emily looked over her friend's shoulders and peered
down the aisle at the spot where Ed used to set up. No, he wasn't there. An old married
couple selling quilts was parked in that area. Emily sighed, rubbing her arms with her
palms and feeling a shudder of relief. Oh, maybe it would all go away from her some
time – the memories, the guilt, all the remembrances of that time spent with the biker
gang.
"Em, why don't you go and grab us some popcorn and coffee at the stand. I've got
somebody here interested in a pretty big item," Susan whispered, going back to an
elderly woman pawing some dresses.
"Be right back," Emily chirped, leaving the stand and heading down the back aisle. She
walked slowly, looking at the various items for sale spread out on blankets and mats.
She was about to turn down the main aisle that headed for the refreshment stand when
the young girl's eyes ran across a pile of motorcycle parts spread on a tattered pink
blanket. Emily felt the hair stand up on the back of her neck.
"Hi, baby."
The young blonde teen shivered, feeling rooted to the spot. Slowly, she rolled her eyes
up and found herself looking straight at Ed! Oh, God, he took his chances! She could
scream for the police and he'd wind up in jail forever!
"Good to see you. Come on over."
He stretched out one big hand. No, no, she wouldn't do it! She was going to back away
and run for the stand to call the authorities. They'd arrest him and his filthy, depraved
gang. They'd rot in jail and she'd be on the outside laughing at them the way they
laughed at her.
"No," she said softly. And yet she was moving toward him, her arms folded tightly
across her tits. What was happening to her? She shouldn't be feeling this weird
attraction. And yet, the young woman couldn't deny the sudden rush of blood and
cunt-juice to her pussy. It was the way he looked at her, the way he smiled, the
mocking way he laughed.
"See, you can't get rid of me. Didn't think you'd be out here. But what the fuck. Didn't
blow the whistle on us, did you?" He held her right hand, caressing the back of it with
his thumb. Emily didn't answer him. She closed her eyes, biting her lower lip, shivering
as if someone had attached an electric wire to her.
"You don't have to say nothing', babe. I know your kind. I can see it in your damned
eyes. Man, you like to get dragged around, beat, hit up. Fuck, you can't wait to get in
the sack with me, can you?"
Emily bit down harder, shaking her head violently back and forth. But oh, she was
getting so hot, so wet down between her legs! He was right! She felt wild sexual desire
racing through her veins as he studied her the way a scientist studies a butterfly pinned
to a table. She shuddered, trying to twist away. But all her strength seemed drained
down into her pussy.
"Man, you're fuckin' hot, ain'tcha?" Ed's voice was trembling as he watched the young
woman shake.
"Come on, babe."
Ed let her hand go, bending down and scooping up the few bike parts scattered on the
blanket. He threw them way back into the van, then grabbed the young blonde teen's
hand and led her into the vehicle.
Emily followed like a zombie, not even caring if people passing by noticed what was
going on. She couldn't believe herself! She was breaking all the rules she'd set up right
after her ordeal. Instead of calling the police or shouting for help, she was going back
with one of her tormentors, willingly crawling back in the sack with him!
"Shut the door, babe."
Emily obediently turned around and shut the door. When she twisted her body back
toward the front, she saw Ed unbuttoning his shirt, revealing his thick-muscled, hairy
chest. Oh, God! It had been a long, long time since she saw anything as wonderful as
that!
"I been fuckin' broads a lot. But I ain't found one hot like you, chick. Come on, get
outta them clothes and we're gonna have us one fucking' nice time," Ed said, reaching
out with one hand and smoothing his fingers along her thighs. Emily shuddered again,
falling on her ass. Ed slid up several inches, tracing his fingers along the bulging tendon
of her left thigh until he was pressing the tips against her wet crotch panel.
Emily sucked in air through her flared nostrils, pushing her knees widely apart. What a
strange, delicious feeling it was to have the silky material of her crotch panel working
into her pussy, sopping up her hot juices like a dish rag! Emily let her head fall back
against one wall of the van. She couldn't seem to get enough air in her lungs! It was so
hot, so close in the small vehicle! She sucked in breaths of air, her chest rising and
falling mightily while Ed kept working the material around her cuntal mouth. She
could hear the slick clicking of his fingers as they became soaked with her juices. The
girl tensed her thigh and ass muscles, raising her ass off the carpeted van floor and
moving it in tiny circles. He was touching all the sensitive folds and hollows of her
upper pussy, watching her as she silently begged him for more!
"Man, some of the guys thought you was gonna blow the whistle on us, I did for a
while. But then I thought about whatcha done and what we'd say about how you loved
doin' it. I didn't think you'd say nothin'. And I was right," he said, showing his white
teeth in a broad smile.
"Ohhhhh," Emily moaned. He was rubbing the cunt-juice-soaked material against her
clit, making it throb and sputter so much Emily thought she was going to piss from
excitement. Her legs shot apart while her ass pranced for a fucking.
"Yeah, baby, you're hot!" Ed said, rolling forward. He was on top of her, gluing his
mouth to hers, driving his tongue down her throat while his hands roamed freely over
her nimble body. Emily fought back with her tongue, hugging him closely to her while
she felt his hands working down over her ass, squeezing her taut asscheeks, working
the fleshy globes together.
"Ohhhh, yes, yes," the girl moaned, tearing her mouth away from his spit-slicked kiss.
She pumped her ass back and forth as if she were trying to get away from him. But that
was the furthest thing in her mind. The juice ran so thick from her hot slit it was
coating her hair and starting to seep down her legs.
Emily heard his pants open up. In moments, there were rough movements behind her.
He was unzipping her shorts, pulling them down and off her ankles. Next came her
halter. The straps loosened around her shoulders, then slid down her arms. In a second,
she felt those wonderful, pawlike hands kneading her tits, pinching her nipples, making
her twist and writhe on the van floor, begging for his cock.
"Yeah, baby, you're gonna have my cock. When I get through with you, you won't be
able to piss for a week!"
She shifted on the floor as Ed positioned himself. The blonde felt him hunching into
her, trying to get his cock between her legs. Shifting slightly to the left, she let 
his dickhead work between her smooth thighs and inch toward her cunt. When he started
twisting and grinding, she wiggled back. Suddenly, the girl felt his cock work its way
through and was pushing up toward her slippery cunt-lips.
"Nooooo," the girl moaned as his thick cock reached her hot cunt and pushed in.
"Uhhhhhh!" Ed moaned, grinding his hips back and forth. He hunched down as
strongly as he could and managed to get his cock two inches into her cunt. He felt the
ring around her pussy-mouth clamp down hard on his dick, almost chewing on his
meaty shaft.
"Ahhhhh, God!"
"Man, baby, I didn't think you was that hungry for dick!" Ed said, smiling while wiping
the sweat from his forehead with the back of one hand. He grabbed her around the
shoulders and fucked her in earnest, his thick cock shoving down harder between her
bloated cunt-lips in short, rapid strokes.
"No, no, no!" Emily almost cried when he stuck his cock up her pussy! She was so hot,
ohhhhh so hot! And how wonderfully soothing and exciting Ed's cock felt up her
snatch! She loved the sensation of her velvety, itchy pussy-walls being unstuck and
stretched by his dick-head. The thickness and hardness of his cock tickled her pussy
walls. His hot flesh shoved against hers, fucking and reaming her out. She was hot
enough to hunch back at him.
"You wouldn't want me to stop now, would you, chick?"
"No! Oh, God, no!"
"Then take it, baby, take my cock!"
The van rocked as the two of them fucked like wild people. He shoved his cock deep
inside her clutching fuck-tunnel. His tight-skinned cock-meat slid in on a film of her
hot juices. His ass shoved down quickly, sending his prick-meat steaming in and out of
her cunt as fast as he could make it.
"Oh hurry, hurry!"
Emily felt herself rocketing up to climax. She hadn't had this kind of stimulation for so
long! Oh, God, only now the girl realized what kind of woman she'd become. Those
few hours with that gang had released a monster in her – a monster that demanded
this kind of feeding regularly.
"Give it, now, in, in in!"
"Goin' fuckin' ape."
Ed held tightly onto her shoulders, pistoning his cock in, moving his hips from side to
side, trenching out her tight wet cunt-hole.
Then the young man froze, his face twitching while his body shuddered. Emily moved
her body around, feeling his cock brushing the top of her clit over and over again. Then
he fell hard on top of her, wriggling like a madman while cutting loose. She could feel
his white-hot cum spraying into her pussy. That was all she needed. With a sharp, high
pitched wail the young blonde came. Kicking her legs in the air, Emily hooked them
tightly round the big biker's back and drew him more tightly against her bucking body.
For what seemed like hours, the two of them rode one another, rocking back and forth,
falling on their sides, then righting and continuing to fuck and climax.
"Man, you're somethin' else," Ed said after the spasms stopped for both of them. Emily
let her legs fall from his lower back to the floor. She could feel her cunt slackening,
letting go of the biker's dick. She was glutted with lust, now. But how long would it be
before she was looking for Ed and his friends once more? Oh, God, what would happen
to her?
"I've... got to go," she stammered, sliding off his soft dick and scooting back. Ed kept
looking at her as she cleaned herself off then slid on her shorts and halter. As she
slipped on her loafers, Ed reached out and smoothed his fingers over her thighs. "No, I
won't, I won't."
"Sure, baby. Just remember I'll be in the same place every weekend – same van. Don't
have to make much money here. Besides, your cunt's worth the loss. And if you want
more, shit, you know I can take you up to the ranch and..."
"I won't listen, I won't," Emily almost screamed, pushing open the back door and
sliding from the vehicle. She ran down the aisle toward the refreshment stand,
wondering if anyone had seen her climb out. No, no, she wouldn't listen to him!
Emily stopped running and leaned against a large pickup parked down the aisle from
Ed's van. "No, I won't, I won't," she whispered through clenched teeth, curling her
fingers into two fists. Yet something told the young woman she'd see more of Ed and
his friends. A demon was loose in her, now. Try as much as she could, Emily couldn't
win. "You okay, lady?"
"Yes, yes," Emily said, brushing the blonde hair from her eyes and walking back toward
the stand. Still clenching her fists, the young girl vowed she would try her best to stay
away from the gang. But the rumbling in her pussy made her doubt the possibility of
that resolve. She had become a slut... a real swapmeet slut!


THE END
