THE TEENAGER'S BEAST ORGY
By Paul Gable


Foreword

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


Chapter 1

Claudette Williams wiped the palms of her hands on the sides of her white gym shorts.
All around her, large-chested, thick-muscled men worked out. Above the soft music
filling the large mirrored gymnasium she could hear the sounds of grunting as the
weight machines creaked.
"Isn't this exciting?"
Claudette turned to her partner, her eyes still focused on a group of men to the right of
her.
"I don't like it at all, Susan," Claudette whispered, her eyes dropping to the crotch of
one big harry-chested muscleman.
She could swear he had a hard-on! Oh, what was this new job doing to her? Watching
these men wiping down their sweaty arms and chests made her young virginal cunt get
all hot and tight and wet!
"Oh, don't be such a prude, Claudette. You were the one who wanted this in the first
place," Susan Browning said, pouting slightly.
"I didn't think all these men..." Claudette started to say something, then thought better
of it. No, she couldn't tell her friend about her feelings.
"Well, what did you expect in a men's gym?" Susan countered, raising her eyebrows
and folding her arms over her chest.
Her chestnut-colored hair hung down over her shoulders as she tilted her chin up.
Claudette wished she could be as daring, as liberated as her friend.
Nothing seemed to bother Susan. One reason she took this new job was to get out and
meet people, liberate herself from her overbearing moral upbringing. But in the end, all
she could do was blush furiously when one of the men a. her questions about the
equipment.
"I... don't know. But somehow it just doesn't seem right, Susan," Claudette whispered,
her eyes darting back and forth, She was afraid some of the men might hear her.
"There are plenty of guys around here to help these musclemen out with the
equipment. We're here just to work on programs and add a little spice to the place. And
I think we're damn good spice!"
Claudette wished Susan wouldn't swear as much as she did. The young brunette turned
and admired her face and slender body in the mirror behind their desk. Turning
around, the eighteen-year-old blonde caught sight of her reflection next to Susan's.
They could have been sisters. Her long blonde hair was the same silky texture as
Susan's brown hair. Her graceful neck turned the same way as her friend's. Her tits
were as firm and perky, although somewhat larger than the brunette's. The tight-fitting
silky white gym outfit nicely set off her tanned, smoothly tapered long legs and a firm
tight ass. When she turned around or bent down, Claudette knew the men were
frothing at the mouth, watching her shorts gather in her narrow asscrack and showing
off her a even more than before.
She just had to get another outfit tomorrow, or quit altogether.
"Well, I'm thinking about quitting," Claudette confided in her friend.
She glanced up at the clock. Nearly eight! Soon these men would be leaving and she
could go home and begin writing all those applications for college again. Graduation
had just taken place and she still wasn't accepted at college. Now only the state schools
would take her.
"I wouldn't if I were you. Where's a better place to meet a man? Besides, if you don't
start school soon, you'll have to be working somewhere. Here's as good a place as
anywhere else." Susan shrugged her shoulders, then turned and started chatting with a
tall lean man who wanted to know about a health-food program.
Claudette started filing workout cards in her drawer when she became aware of
someone standing in front of her desk.
"Hey, baby, been watchin' you for the last couple of days... since you been workin' here.
You got a real nice body, you know that?"
The words cut through Claudette like a knife. She dropped the card to the carpeted
floor and stiffened, looking up at the tall, hairy-chested muscleman she'd spotted before
with a hard-on. He was rubbing his groin back and forth against the front of her desk
as he leaned over the top, rubbing his bearded chin. His black deep-set eyes burned like
laser beams into her soul. Claudette felt her chest tighten. Her heart began beating
faster and her face grew hot and red. Oh, why didn't Susan stop flirting with that blond
and turn around to help her?
"I... this doesn't have anything to do with your program," the young blonde stammered
nervously, lowering her eyes and starting to file the cards. Her fingers trembled and felt
like ice. Unconsciously the young woman matched her breathing with his.
"Maybe not the program here," he said, pausing for a second, "but at my pad... well,
that's a different story."
A pick-up! Claudette felt panic rising in her throat. She'd never had to face anything
like this before in her life. Having spent most of her life growing up in Iowa with her
minister father, the blonde teen rarely met the kind of boy who tried something like
this. But now, living in Los Angeles with her liberated divorced mother, Claudette was
having a difficult time adjusting to this new fast lifestyle.
"I... please, don't do this," the teen said in a low voice, wishing he would go away.
Oh, why was her body betraying her? She should tell him to get out, to leave her alone,
to bother women less decent than she was! But Claudette was having a difficult time
saying anything. That strange pulsating itch that had been driving her in sane during
the evening was back now, making her knees shake. Thank God, he couldn't see how
her legs were shivering with nervousness! If only he would look away, she could pull
herself back together. But those restless black eyes boring into her were too much to
resist.
"Come on, baby. I like women who don't come on real strong. You come home with
me and I'm gonna show you a real good time. Bet you ain't had many of those. Believe
me, ain't no woman who didn't appreciate what I got hangin' between my legs," he
said, dropping his hand below the counter level.
Claudette drew in a sharp breath and jerked her head to one side. She could only
imagine what he was doing down there!
"Don't. If you keep it up, I'll call security," she said in a whisper. Claudette didn't want
to cause a scene, but things were getting out of hand.
"Hey, man, take it easy." His face grew dark with increasing anger. "No broad's ever
called the cops on Bart Harrington."
Claudette darted her eyes around. She saw several of the men stop their workout and
stare curiously at the little scene going on in front of them. Susan stopped talking and
was standing to her side. The brunette was about to speak when Bart took Claudette by
one hand.
"Now, you gonna meet me out back?" His voice was angry, demanding. Claudette
shrank back, pulling her arm as his thick calloused fingers clamped more tightly, more
painfully around her wrist.
"Please, Mr. Harrington, let go. You're causing a scene," she pleaded. Her face was
burning with shame and terror.
She heard Susan say something about calling one of the male attendants. Then her
friend was suddenly gone. She was alone – alone with this sex maniac.
"You say yes or I'll."
"Hey, leave the lady alone!" a tall thickly built blond said.
Laying one paw-like hand on Bart's right shoulder, he pulled the big man back from
the counter and spun him around. Claudette stepped back, covering her mouth with
one hand to keep from screaming. There was going to be a fight. She knew it!
"What the..."
Bart was about to haul back and swing when he saw who was restraining him.
Claudette and Susan both watched curiously as the two men squared off. For a second,
everyone thought a fight would follow. Then Bart swallowed hard, backing off and
lowering his head. He was fighting back anger, hatred, shame.
"Just leave the lady alone," the big blond repeated. Bart growled something, then
muttered several obscenities as he punched open the locker room door and stalked from
the gym.
"Sorry about this, ladies," the young bearded blond said, his face relaxing as he strode
up to the counter.
Claudette was close to fainting. She braced herself with both hands as she stared at her
rescuer. He looked like one of those pictures of old Norsemen who crossed the Atlantic.
Tall, well-proportioned, ruggedly handsome, the young man stretched out one hand
amiably.
"I'm Claudette Williams. I'm new here and well, I wasn't expecting this sort of thing to
happen,' she said, taking his big hand and shaking it.
Ohhh, how strong, how overpowering his grip felt! It made her blood boil. Once again
she felt her pussy grow hot and tight. It was as if it had a life of its own. Ohhh, how
her clit burned, throbbed as if it were a festering wound! What would her puritanical
father say if he could see her now, reacting like a whore, a bitch in heat from just a
man's handshake?
"Jack Dennis... glad to meet you. I've been watching you ever since you started working
here. Guess all the guys have been," he added, smiling boyishly at her.
Claudette shyly withdrew her hand from his, feeling herself shaking with – with what?
Lust? Nerves? Ohhh, how her cunt tickled, burned, itched! What was happening to
her?
"And I'm Susan."
Claudette was glad for the rude interruption. She managed to regain control over
herself as Susan chatted amicably with the young blond muscleman. Oh, how hot and
wet her pussy felt! When she moved her hips back and forth, the smooth inner surfaces
rubbed together. Hot juice started seeping out. She had to stop doing that! The men
would notice how wet her shorts were becoming and would figure out the cause. Then
they'd all become Barts!
"It's almost time to close up," Claudette managed to say, interrupting her friend.
They glanced up at the clock and noticed it was almost nine. Most of the others had
filed from the room earlier. She could hear the sounds of the showers from behind the
swinging door.
"Oh, what a shame! Well, see you tomorrow. I've got a date tonight."
Claudette looked at her friend. The two of them had always gone home together. Ever
since her mother had divorced her father, she was rarely at home before midnight.
Claudette was nervous about walking the streets at night, even if her home was only a
few blocks away. Susan offered moral support if nothing else. And now after that en
counter with Bart, the young blonde would have appreciated some company.
"Oh, don't look so glum! I'm sure Jack, here, will walk you home."
Claudette could have died with shame. This kind of abuse was almost too much for her
to stand!
"Sure, I don't mind. I'm not doin' much tonight. Just goin' to bed in time to get some
sleep for work tomorrow. You live close?"
Claudette blushed as she gave him her address, then started to clean the large workout
room with the male instructors before closing down.
"How could you, Susan? That was terrible! I..." Claudette began, leaning against one of
the universal weight machines and staring with anger at her friend.
"Well, if you're not going to make the first move, someone will have to do it for you,"
Susan said off-handedly, shrugging while checking out one of the storerooms and
flicking off the lights.
"What? What makes you.."
"Oh, come on, honey. I haven't known you that long, but anyone could see you were
practically panting after that guy. Granted, he isn't much my type... too shy. But maybe
for you he's just right. But that's up to you," Susan said with a wicked smile.
Oh, how Claudette wanted to hit her! But what for? The perky brunette had seen the
obvious. At least she was honest.. Claudette was trying to hold back a powerful passion
that made her flesh crawl with excitement and sapped all her strength.
Who was more right? The blonde knew what her father would say.
"I'm a little frightened of that... other man," Claudette confessed as she put her white
sweater on and gave a final check over her records.
"Yeah, he came on awfully strong. I'd watch that bozo. Come on, I've got a date and so
do you sort of," Susan corrected herself.
Claudette met Jack in the lobby, saying good night to some of the staff members,
hugging her sweater tightly around herself. It was so much like a pick-up. As she and
Jack left the parking lot and headed down Bundy Drive toward Westwood, Claudette
felt her apprehension growing. Would Jack expect to be invited m? If she did that,
would he expect something more than a cup of coffee? Of course, Claudette could tell
him her mother was at home in the bedroom. Her mother always left the lights on.
There'd be no way Jack could know for sure whether she was lying or not.
These and other questions ran through the young teen's mind as she walked quietly
with the blond muscleman next to her.
"Well, this is it," Claudette said in an un naturally bright voice. She was sweating with
nervousness. Behind her the windows blazed with light. Thank God, for her mother's
prudence!
"Do you mind if I come in for a second? Hell, I'm always thirsty after working out.
Sorry to in convenience you," he added as he noticed Claudette's eyebrows arch.
"No... no, of course not," the girl said quickly, feeling her chest contract.
Once inside, he'd know she was alone. Oh God, would he take advantage of her? And
another, more important question followed that one. Was Claudette secretly hoping he
would?
"I'll be gone in a sec," Jack said as they walked up the narrow walk to the front door.
Claudette had a difficult time fishing the keys from her purse and inserting the right
one in the lock.
"The kitchen's in there. Wait, I'll get a glass," Claudette said, slipping the sweater from
her shoulders and throwing it over the living room couch. The house was so quiet, so
still. It was as if something momentous was about to happen. As she reached up and
pulled a glass from the cabinet, the blonde teen felt Jack's eyes roaming freely over her
body, examining her ass, her waist, her tits. Was she just imagining it?
"Looks good," Jack said, taking the glass from her and filling it.
The young woman backed away, leaning against the refrigerator. Jack's big body
seemed to fill the room, pressing against her, making her feel so tiny, so insignificant.
Oh, she could almost feel his chest pressing against her tits, his legs rubbing against
hers! It was a bad, wicked thing for her to be thinking about! But how could she help
it?
"You know, lots of guys would give their right arms to be in my place," Jack said,
propping himself on the edge of the sink.
Claudette felt her fears returning. He was watching her like a hawk as he drank his
water.
"Oh, I wouldn't say that. Susan's just as pretty and certainly more outgoing," Claudette
countered, wishing Jack would finish his water and leave.
"Maybe so. But there are plenty of guys like me who like quiet girls... like you."
The compliment directed at her made Claudette tremble. She was flattered. Relaxing
just a little, the young woman smiled encouragingly. It was all Jack needed. He put the
glass down. Claudette stiffened, raising both hands and backing away. But she was
cornered by the wall and the refrigerator.
"Don't! I didn't invite you in for that," Claudette said.
She felt him slide his arms around her warm body. His fingers moved soothingly over
her back. Ohhh, how good, how comforting it felt! The young blonde didn't even fight
much when she felt his hands trying to work their way under her bra strap.
"I know... I know. Bet you haven't been with too many boys," he said softly, dropping
his head and inhaling the soft perfume of her hair.
Claudette shivered, pulling his hands finally away from the strap. But she was letting
them stay on her body. Oh, why was she doing this? Why didn't she scream, fight him
off, tell him she was going to call the police if he didn't leave her alone?
"You date much?"
He cupped both asscheeks and worked his fingers into the soft fleshy cushions. This
was almost too much! Claudette gasped, twisting in his iron grip, trying to fight back
the groan of pleasure rising in her throat.
"No, please don't do that. It makes me feel... funny," Claudette admitted.
He squeezed her closer, her tits nestling tightly against him. The young woman felt the
iron muscles of his arms tighten around her. She was I loving the way his touch made
her heart beat wildly and her flesh crawl. Her tits seemed to be actually swelling! The
nipples were pushing out, standing up, scratching against the material of her bra cup.
She wished, in a way, she could take off her halter and let her naked tits rub against
Jack's hairy broad chest! No, that was awful! She was turning into what her father used
to call a whore of Babylon!
"Funny? How? You haven't had much experience at this, have you?"
Claudette knew Jack was pleased. He was having a virgin struggling in his arms. What
a prize that would be if he could land her in the sack! And yet, instead of making her
angry that idea excited her! How good it felt when the big man's chest rose and fell
with his deep uneven breathing. His grip tightened until it seemed every inch of his
body was pressed against her. That tingling sensation between her legs was turning into
a throbbing ache that sapped her strength.
Jack slid his hands down her body and onto her ass once more. He pulled her tighter
against his groin, giving a hunch with his hips. This time, Claudette didn't pull away.
She arched her back and let her head fall back slightly. A low moan escaped her throat
as she closed her eyes and gave into the hot feeling gripping her cunt. She didn't want
him to stop now. Minutes ago, she was ready to fight for her honor. And now she was
lying back in Jack's arms, letting him touch her wherever he chose and loving every
second of it! Her pussy was doing funny things!
Claudette had had no experience, no training, no one to tell her about these things. Oh,
how good it felt! Her cunt was all wet and slippery. The fat hot lips of her cunt were
aching to be touched, to be rubbed, to be peeled back and stretched.
Involuntarily the young woman pushed her hands around Jack's neck when she felt
him hunch into her harder. This time, she could feel something big and hard rubbing
against her thighs. A picture of Ban and that long thick cock pressing against his red
silken shorts flashed across her mind.
Would he fuck her with that? What was going to happen to her? Claudette didn't really
care at this point. She slid into the whirlpool of her own wild emotions.


Chapter 2

"Jack, maybe we'd... better stop," Claudette panted, pushing herself away.
"No, don't, babe. You got me work up. I couldn't stop, even if your old lady walked
through."
Claudette shivered. What would happen if her mother opened the door and strolled
into the kitchen, finding her dry fucking this stud? Her mother had told Claudette she
was liberated but she had never really indicated to her daughter that she'd approve of
her dating regularly. While it was all right for her to go out "because she was an adult,"
Claudette was still expected to keep her cherry for her husband.
"She might, and then... oh God!"
"That got you worried? I'll take care of that," Jack said, swaggering back to the front
door.
Claudette leaned heavily against the kitchen sink, wiping her forehead with the back of
one hand. How could she be letting this happen? Oh, it was some vicious nightmare!
She'd wake up in the safety of her own bed, unviolated, unthreatened. But Claudette
knew only too well this was real. She could stop what was happening just by a word, a
gesture. That was the horror of it – the young blonde didn't want to stop it. As much
as one voice told her what was happening was wrong, another more powerful one was
telling her to go on with Jack.
"Don't hurt me," Claudette said, lowering her eyes when Jack walked back into the
kitchen.
Suddenly she found herself standing in the dark. He'd turned off the lights! She let out
a faint scream when the big man moved quickly over the tiled floor and slid his hands
back around her waist. For a second she tried to get away. But that struggle was useless.
Jack was too strong, and the passion rising in her body was overpowering.
"Don't worry about it, honey. I'm not gong to do anything to you that you don't want,"
Jack whispered in her ear.
He nuzzled his mouth against her neck, blowing softly into her hair. Claudette
shivered, growing hot and ticklish. The young woman suddenly felt her body alive to
his touch. She quivered as she felt his rock-hard dick brushing against the dripping wet
mound between her legs. She was ripe for a fucking, hot to have a man's dick slide into
her pussy, stretch the soft moist lining of her cunt.
"Oh God, don't... please don't touch me like that. Ohhhh, you're doing funny things to
me," Claudette protested. She rocked back and forth, knowing she'd collapse to the
floor if Jack hadn't held her so tightly.
"Baby, you want it bad. You don't know it yet, but, shit, you want it bad." With that he
dropped is face, moving one hand back to her head and tilting her chin up.
Jack caught her mouth with his, pushing his tongue between her lips, smoothing his
palms over her back, her waist, her plump little ass.
Claudette struggled against the hot slippery tongue easing its way into her mouth. But
her own passion combined with Jack's strength, and slowly she opened under the
pressure. As his thick, tough tongue lashed down her throat, the young blonde felt her
cuntlips being pulled apart. Jack pushed his hands under her ass, working his fingers
across the naked flesh at the edge of her soaked white gym shorts.
Claudette felt herself wetting the material pressing against her pussy-mound. Before she
could say anything, two fingers wiggled under the elastic leg band of her shorts,
rubbing the flesh stretching between her asshole and her cunt. The blonde felt her
knees turn to rubber and buckle underneath her.
Claudette started moaning as more hot juice bubbled out from between her swollen
cuntlips and soaked the crotch of her shorts.
"No... no...!" Claudette moaned as their hot mouths sucked and gurgled together.
No boy had ever kissed her like that! His tongue was worming all over her mouth,
almost touching the back of her throat! His hands were holding her by the shoulder
blades, then smoothing down the small of her back to her asscheeks. He pulled her
buttocks apart, making her pussy-lips unstick and peel back. At the same time, Jack
worked her ass globes back and forth, forcing the wet swollen cuntal membranes to
caress her stiff rising cut. The young woman twisted erotically in his embrace, groaning,
begging him silently to fuck her.
"Oh fuck, you're so damn hot, you're gonna burn my dick when I stick it in you."
Those words burned into her confused mind. Fucking – FUCKING! That was one of
the worst sins a young woman could commit! Oh, she could feel damnation burning
around her!
"Please, stop it... stop it, please!" Claudette begged in a low voice.
"What's the matter, baby? Nothing bad's gonna happen to you. I'm here, honey," Jack
said reassuringly. "Come on, let's go somewhere where we can be more comfortable."
Claudette felt herself being scooped up in the big man's strong. arms and carried across
the large kitchen. Everything floated in front of the blonde as she was carried down the
hail into the living room. "No, not here. What if my mother comes in and-"
"Then she can join us," Jack said cynically.
Then Claudette felt his tongue sliding back down her throat. She wanted to have it slide
deeper and deeper, going down her throat until it could take care of that itch in her
cunt. Soon she felt herself being lowered onto the couch. Jack knelt down by the side,
still kissing her as he unbuttoned his shirt. Claudette pulled away, watching him. Even
in the dim moonlight filtering into the room, she could see his large well-developed
chest, biceps and triceps. He laid his shirt carefully on the coffee table, then reached
down and slipped off his boots and socks.
Unbuttoning the top button of his Levi's, Jack slid onto the couch. He shoved his knees
between hers, spreading her legs while he settled onto her body. Claudette felt herself
being pushed into the soft cushions. His weight, his sexual heat, his breath were all
driving her crazy! Claudette couldn't stop herself from opening her mouth wide and
sucking his tongue when he started kissing her again. Her legs slowly came apart as he
settled more comfortably between them.
"Feel good, babe?"
"Good... good..." Claudette whispered, rolling her head back and forth.
She felt as if she were floating on air. She ran her fingers over his bare neck and back,
squeezing her plump asscheeks together and rubbing her cunt mound against Jack's
groin.
"Ohhh, I can't... breathe!"
His mouth teased hers. The young woman wasn't sure of what was happening to her
any more. Every hunch brought little jolts of excitement to her. His hand moved lower
and lower, finally sliding between their grinding bodies. He traced the full curve of one
hip, then pushed his hand farther down. When his palm pressed against the wet surface
of her silken crotch panel, Claudette sucked in a ragged breath. The muscles
surrounding her cuntmouth tightened, and she groaned.
He was touching her down there, fingering a place she didn't even dare touch at night
alone in her own bed! And she was letting him do it!
"You got a good little pussy... good, hot and tight," Jack said as his fingers worked
greedily over her plump sensitive pussy-lips.
Claudette felt as if she'd drifted far away. She heard him as if in a fog. She tried to push
his hand away, but his grip was far too tight. He milked the lips together, working the
edges together. Juice frothed from between them, wetting his fingers so much the young
blonde could hear the slick clicking of his digits as he kept massaging her pussy.
"No!" she cried, bucking wildly against his hand as she felt him trying to pull her shorts
off her body.
No, that would be the last straw! Now she could prevent his dick from creeping into
her cunt. But if he'd skinned her panties off – no, she couldn't let him do it!
"Sure, baby, sure. You want it... want it bad. You want me to take these things off. You
don't want these things on, honey. Ain't no way for me to get my dick in."
With that, she felt Jack back away. He was touching her all over, making her dizzy with
lust. Somehow she'd wound up on her belly. How had she gotten onto her belly?
Suddenly fingers were hooking under the elastic band of her gym shorts. Claudette
gasped as she felt the sheer nylon being skinned down over her plump asscheeks. Once
more she made a quick lunge backward, trying to catch Jack's wrists.
No, she couldn't let this happen! She had to stop him, stop him before it was too late.
But when the young woman felt the silken material pulled down onto her thighs, she
knew all resistance was useless. In a second it was gone.
"Please... please..."
Jack was so strong. She felt his cheeks wedging between her thighs. His mouth was
working over her asscheeks while his hands supported her thighs, spreading her legs
farther apart. He was raising her up on the couch, tilting her ass up in the air, pushing
her knees under her belly so she was in a crouching position.
Claudette turned her face to one side, feeling the soft cushion caressing her cheek. He
was touching her cuntmouth with his lips, caressing the sensitive lips with the tip of his
tongue. Ho awful! Doing something like that was perverted, sick! How could she let
Jack touch her like that? How could she let him touch her anywhere like that?
"Ummm... you taste real good, baby," he groaned.
The vibrations of his voice through her cunt made the young blonde moan. The vague
fears and guilt that had assaulted her evaporated. To have Jack's mouth against her
swelling cunt suddenly became as important to her as breathing. Her inhibitions slowly
faded away. The strict morality that had choked her for years melted under the flood of
her cunt juices and the gentle oral massage she received.
"Uhhhh... ohhhhh!"
Jack's chest heaved as moved his head from side to side, burrowing deeper between her
cuntlips. She felt the juices seep from her slit, wet ting her thighs and Jack's cheeks.
The tickling of his moustache and beard against her cunt and thighs drove her mad.
Sex wasn't the evil thing her father had told her about years ago. No, it was so good, so
wild! How could she have denied something like this from herself for so long?
"Yeah... yeah... keep that ass swingin' back and forth!"
Claudette couldn't help herself. She was almost choking on her own spit. Her throat
was tight and her heart pounded wildly. Jack's lips were sucking at the bloated outer
edges of her cuntlips, raising them from her pussy-mound, making her knees shake
under her.
She had never really thought about, a man put ting his mouth to a woman's cunt.
When she thought about sex before, it was always the missionary position, a position
her father said was the only decent godly way of fucking permitted to man.
But Jack kept on kissing her pussy, licking deep into her cunt. It was as if he were
looking for a hotter place. Then she felt him rimming the opening of her cuntal mouth
with his tonguetip. She sucked in an audible breath, curling her fingers and clawing at
the cushion under her.
"What are you... what are... you... doing?" Claudette stammered, pushing her head up
and hugging the cushion under her as if it were a lover.
He moved his tongue around and around, scraping the velvety surfaces of her virgin
cunt until the blonde teen found herself bucking back against his face. Jack pulled away
and twisted her around until Claudette found herself on her back. He reached behind
her shoulders and unfastened the clasp holding her white bra to her body.
The teenager looked helplessly up at him as she felt the strap loosen. In a second the
halter was off, floating down to the floor. She was completely naked now, exposed to
him. And yet, Claudette didn't feel terror or anguish. Instead, she felt a terrible
excitement shoot through her like a jolt of electricity.
He was back between her legs, his ears brushing against both of her thighs as he started
eating her out, scouring each steamy hollow with his tongue. He was exploring her with
his mouth, discovering the curves, the caves, the plumpness of her virginal snatch. At
times the young muscleman pursed his lips together and sucked so hard, the young
woman thought he was going to tear her cherry loose.
"Ohhh, don't stop... please, don't,"
Claudette moaned when Jack pulled away.
He looked at her, her lightly tanned flesh glistening with a thin layer of sweat. Then,
going back to her, Jack moaned deep in her crotch, making Claudette hunch up and
feed the hungry young man more of her cunt.
"Ummmm!"
Claudette felt as if she were being split apart. Jack was spreading her inch by wild
excruciating inch. Without thinking about it, the young woman started moving her
hips. She dug at the couch with her hands and tossed her head wildly from side to side
as Jack's tonguing became more intense. She felt her silken hair tangle around her neck
and ears. In a second Jack was moving up from her spit-slicked pussy, tonguing her
belly, still working the rubbery edges of her cunt together with both hands.
"Want me to stop now, honey? Want me to leave you alone?" Jack taunted.
"No... nooooo," she moaned, ashamed of the answer she had to give.
Something had happened deep inside her, something so powerful, so wonderful that it
had completely turned over eighteen years of strict moral training.
"I didn't think so, baby. I watched you at the gym lookin' at all those guys, sometimes
even lookin' at me. You didn't think they noticed. But shit, they were ready to jump
over the counter and fuck you right there!"
Claudette blushed when she heard this confession. And she thought she'd been so
careful about hiding her feelings. Everyone at the gym knew she was hotter than hell,
and yet left her alone. Somehow that thought made her hotter. Closing her eyes, the
young girl pictured that gym, all those men naked, their chests and legs and arms
dripping sweat while their hands reached out to her.
And between their legs, jutting out like tree trunks, were fat long cocks!
"Ohhhh!"
She felt his long hot tongue snake into her belly button. She shivered, feeling her skin
pucker up in to gooseflesh. Jerking her arms forward, Claudette dug her nails into
Jack's long blond hair and begged him to slow down.
But the big muscleman didn't stop. Soon he was reaching up, rubbing her stiff nipples,
rolling them between his thumbs and forefingers. The blonde teen was gasping for air,
her mouth half-open and letting out strangled cries of ecstasy.
Jack covered her lips and started kissing her wildly. Claudette felt floods of hot cunt
juice spill from her slit, wetting her pussy-hair. Moving one hand down from her
jiggling tits, Jack ran his fingers lightly along her pussy-slit. His touch brought a moan
from deep inside her. She pushed her legs back apart and let the big blond find her clit
again. He rolled one thumb back and forth until she hung onto his neck like a
drowning animal.
She whimpered begged him with hard little grunts to take care of her. Still she couldn't
bear to ask for a fuck. Somehow it seemed too crude. And there was the thought of the
pain it would cause. She'd heard some of the girls at school talk about pain and
bleeding. No, she didn't want to get hurt.
"Want me to go down on you again?"
So that's what it was called going down. Yes, she liked that. There was no worry about
getting pregnant, about pain or bleeding. There was the hint of a smile on her lips that
told Jack the answer.
"Yes... yes," she whispered, her breathing out of control.
"We'll try somethin' else an old girlfriend of mine in Sacramento liked," Jack said,
rolling onto his back and sliding next to her.
Claudette didn't know how he wanted to get at her. She let him guide her, feeling his
strong hands wrap around her thighs and pull her down and around his shoulders.
Soon she found herself straddling him, her knees bent so that her legs were alongside
his body. It felt so strange, so perverted. But again the young woman was so hot, so
curious, little Jack could have done would have offended her. She was willing now to try
even the most perverted, the strangest sexual act.
"Ohhh... it feels so... weird," Claudette panted, her head tilted back and a string of
drool oozing from one corner of her mouth.
"Yeah, don't it," Jack agreed.
"Ohhhhh," the young woman moaned.
The big blond caressed her body in a hundred places as Claudette tried to do what he
wanted. She scooted up higher. Then she saw what he was doing. As she straddled his
head, her cunt peeled open because of the strain of her spread knees. He was caressing
her firm little ass with his big fingers.
That tickling touch brought shudders of pleasure from her lips. Her cunt was over his
mouth now. Claudette could feel his hot breath blowing into the spit-soaked curls. She
felt him bring her down until she could feel her soppy cuntlips fit over his chin.
"Ohhhh... god!" Claudette cried.
She felt high, dizzy with sexual heat. Her thin arms flailed back and forth as Jack
sucked on her pussy, drinking in the thick oily pussy-juice. His fingers moved up and
down her asscrack, working her buttocks together like two mounds of resilient dough.
The young girl soon established a rhythm of her own, flexing her thighs and slowly
riding up and down Jack's tongue like the horse on a merry-go-round. As her cuntal
muscles constricted, relaxed and constricted again against the big man's tongue,
Claudette bounced up and down, faster and faster. Soon her tits jiggled like two
mounds of jello as she rode Jack's tongue, her body bobbing and jerking like a piston
out of control.
The blonde teenager loved the sensation of Jack's beard and moustache tickling the
slick inner folds of her cunt. His teeth cut the edges of her delicate cuntlips. She jerked
her head back once more and groaned loudly as if she'd been stabbed.
Well, yes, she'd been stabbed-stabbed by that wild flicking tongue that now pressed
against her cunt and pushed it from side to side. She felt such wild spasms, Claudette
could have pissed on his face! His tongue searched back along her cuntal crack. Then it
speared suddenly into her cunt-slick and hard.
Ohhh, how deliciously wicked she felt! He was actually sniffing her out, tasting her
insides as if he were a dog and she were his bitch in heat!
"Like it, babe?" Jack asked, pulling away for a second, then going back to eating her
out.
Claudette didn't have to answer. This had to be the best thing in the whole wide world!
If only Jack could stick to this kind of playing and not do anything about that long
threatening bulge still pressing against the front of his Levi's.


Chapter 3

More juice seeped from her slit, wetting Jack's chin and cheeks. Claudette cried out
again, rolling her hips from side to side and letting her head fall back. The big man
licked hungrily at her cut, and Claudette moved her hips around faster, pressing her ass
down against him.
She loved the way his teeth cut her cuntlips. She started pumping her ass in a steady
hunching motion. She was fucking his mouth-incredible! Just a few minutes ago, she
was the reluctant virgin.
And now she was mounted on top of this near-stranger, straddling his face and working
her dribbling pussy over his mouth and nose!
"Ohhhhh!"
That tickle was building up more and more into a throbbing ache. She let her head
hang between her arms and moved her ass around like a wild mare.
"Uh... uh... uhhhhh..." she grunted.
Jack's fingers had sneaked under her, rubbing her thighs. Claudette wanted him to
finger her cunt while he licked her. Oh, it was awful, terrible to be thinking things like
this! She should be trying to save what little pride and morality she had left. In stead,
the young blonde teenager kept on riding Jack's face, kept on working her ass around
in lit-tie circles, letting her cunt settle down on his bearded face, stiffening her back
whenever his tongue curled and stiffened and worked its way into her seeping pussy.
"Ohhh, honey, you're one hell of a hot bitch!" Jack whispered.
With that he put two fingers together and wormed them into Claudette's convulsing
snatch. The young woman cried out, her tits jiggling as her body snapped from side to
side. The young girl was drooling, tossing her head more furiously from side to side
while those wonderful fingers scraped the inside of her pussy, along with his tongue.
He fucked in and out of her with his two fingers, sucking her clit between his lips all
the while.
She could hardly keep still enough for him to give her enough friction. When the tickle
became too much for her to stand, she forced herself to quit bucking so that Jack could
eat out her cunt better as he worked his fingers into her body.
Oh, she was a whore, a slut, all the things her father called women who enjoyed sex!
But what could she do? There was a wild hunger in her that seemed to get worse as the
seconds slid by. She needed Jack, needed his kind of wild caresses.
"No... no... oh God! Claudette cried.
She had no control over her body any more. She was close to cumming with a wild
fury. Only at times when she awoke from an erotic dream had Claudette felt such a
fiery tightness take hold of her pussy like this. Then she had used every ounce of will to
keep from pushing her hand down into her cunt and helping – even increasing – the
wonderful feeling of orgasm. Now the young blonde encouraged the feeling, did
everything she could think of to increase its pulsating intensity.
"Oh, baby, no... no way... I ain't gonna let you cum in my mouth," Jack said, reaching
up and pushing Claudette's tight little ass off his face. The young woman was groaning
with frustration, working her ass back and forth frantically. "You're gonna get fucked in
the old-fashioned way," Jack muttered, rolling her onto her back, then reaching down
and pushing open his Levi's.
Claudette's eyes widened when she watched Jack's nine-incher tumble out. He skinned
down his Levi's, pulling them down over his knees and finally kicking free of them. He
was naked, his long thick cock sticking out from his hairy groin. Could he get
something like that inside her?
Claudette had been told a woman's cunt was elastic and, with some relaxation and
effort, could take almost any sized dick. But this?
"No... no! You'll kill me with that thing! Please... my mother... oh God!"
"I'm gonna shove my cock in your pussy and you're gonna love it!" Jack retorted,
getting into position between her legs, his knees pressed against her asscrack.
Claudette dug the back of her head into the cushion when she felt his cockhead
pushing against her bloated cuntlips.
He was going to fuck her – fuck her good and hard! And she couldn't stop him –
didn't want to stop him!
"OHHHHH!"
Claudette felt her legs sag apart, her pussy-lips unstick and peel back as Jack's cock
pushed into her. He squeezed his hairy ass together, working the big-domed dick
inside. As the head slid in, Claudette's pussy-lips snapped shut tight over it. The big
muscleman trembled, supporting himself on his hands pressed on either side of the
girl's shoulders.
"Feel it? Feel it, babe? That's my dick inside you," he said with a shudder.
Claudette couldn't answer. She tossed her head from side to side, her long blonde hair
splashing across her flushed face. She had a man's dick pushing aside the itchy
membranes of her cunt, forcing them into a tunnel. Juice poured out of her pussy to
wet her ass and Jack's balls.
"Yes... oh yes... ohhhh God.... yes!" the girl cried.
Jack twisted his body around so she could feel his dick working into her hole, sinking
into the depths of her snatch. Claudette had never felt anything so wonderful before in
her life! She moved her tight ass around in a counter-rhythm, increasing the wet
friction of Jack's dick against her pussy-walls. Oh God, she was so close, so close to
cumming, and he still had most of his nine thick inches outside her pussy!
"Man... fuckin' good!" Jack commented as he reached up with one hand and grabbed
her tits, rubbing thumbs over the stiff nipples until he had Claudette begging him for
more.
"Oh, do it... yes... oh God, do it!" she cried, still unwilling to say the word "fuck".
"Man, it's fuckin' good, my cock in your cunt. Yeah... yeah... you got real nice tits," he
said, dropping his mouth to one stiff red rubbery nipple and sucking hard.
Claudette moaned, working her ass back and forth, then hunching up as she felt his
teeth scrape her sensitive nipple.
Jack took his mouth off with a squishy pop then moved to the other tit, all the while
worming his cock deeper into her cunt hole.
"In! In! In!" Claudette cried as she felt it sliding toward the very bottom of her cunt.
As Jack's prickhead pushed aside the virgin membranes of her pussy, the girl's cunt
grabbed it hard. Suddenly the two of them felt his dick run in to something firm. He
still had nearly five inches of dick to get in. The big man pushed again, still meeting the
resistance.
"Fuck, you really are a virgin!" he said with honest surprise. Then his face broke into a
wide grin. "Never fucked a virgin before. Shit, that's a real trip. Kinda dirty job, but
somebody's gotta do it," he said, bearing down on her tight-fitting cherry again.
"No... hurts....it hurts!" Claudette cried as she felt him forcing his rod deeper into her
hold.
The pain fought with the pleasure still being drawn from her cut. She wanted the big
man's cock, needed his fucking, was hot for his cock and body. But still, that sharp pain
was increasing with the pressure Jack put against her cherry. She had to stop him, had
to keep him from tearing through that protective fleshy wall!
"Gotta push through, honey. Gotta push through, or you ain't gonna feel everything
you. should!"
"No, don't... I don't wanna... ohhhh, Nooooo!" Claudette cried in panic.
"Damn it... hold still!" he ordered gruffly, grabbing her by the shoulders and pinning
her to the couch.
His weight came forward as he hunched into the tight velvety hole once more. His
dickshaft bent at the middle.
Claudette arched her back, digging her head and her shoulders into the soft cushions
while her legs flopped apart. She jerked her hands forward, pressing her palms and
fingers against Jack's chest, trying to push him away. But there was no way in hell the
young girl would be able to stop this fucking session. The young man was like a bull.
He'd had a taste of her fresh young wet pussy and wasn't about to stop fucking her,
even if the old lady strolled in and started screaming for the police.
"Noooo!" Claudette's wail came again as the girl tossed and twisted in his grasp.
She tried to break away from the fat pole tearing her cunt apart. It would kill her! The
pain the other girls talked about was real. That meant the bleeding would soon follow!
Claudette felt her stomach turn over. All the pleasure she'd felt earlier disappeared,
replaced by sheer blind panic.
"Damn it!" he muttered between his clenched teeth.
He braced himself and lunged again. With a slight tearing sound Jack's massive prick
rushed past the torn remnants of Claudette's cherry. In a second every inch of his cock
came ramming into her hot cunt. His body settled down on top of hers, his hairy chest
pressing against her large tits. He lay quietly, trying to regain his breath as he smoothed
his fingers over her sides.
"Ohhh, ohhh," the blonde teenager moaned. She felt the throbbing pain slowly ease up.
The girl had nearly lost consciousness when Jack's cock had ripped her cherry. Oh God,
it was almost as if someone had stabbed her in the gut with a knife! But now what did
she feel? Claudette felt nothing, nothing except the incredible feeling of being stretched
to the tearing point. And there was that stuffed sensation, the feeling of something very
thick, very long and very, very hot throbbing somewhere deep inside her. "Did it all go
inside me?" the young woman asked nervously after several minutes passed.
"Every inch, baby," Jack said as he started moving his thighs.
"Oh, don't! You'll hurt me some more," Claudette said, tensing when she felt his cock
stirring up her cunt.
"Easy... easy... it ain't gonna hurt after a while. You'll see. Just concentrate on fucking,"
Jack reassured her. "Just do what I say and you'll feel good," he insisted as he started
touching her all over again.
Claudette shivered at his touch, feeling the old heat quickly starting up in her pussy
again. The sharp painful feeling was going away, replaced by that throbbing tight ache
she'd felt before. And oh, how much better it was now that the big man's cock was
completely buried inside her, touching parts of her cunt never before stimulated.
Claudette felt his slippery cockhead moving around in her pussy, brushing against all
sides of her wetcunt. "Ohhh, it's so good, so wonderful!" she moaned. When his dick
brushed against the round nub of her clit, the young girl thought she'd pass out from
ecstasy.
Jack's hips worked up and down, shoving his cock in and out like a piston. At first
Claudette didn't respond to his fucking, concentrating on the spot where her cherry had
been. Would it hurt with this resumed fucking? But then, several minutes later, the
young woman realized her body had somehow compensated for the missing wall of
flesh. The pain had completely dissipated!
"Good, like I told you?"
"Oh God, yes... yes!" Claudette confessed, squeezing her buttcheeks together and
meeting his downward thrusts with upward ones of her own.
Their bodies slid against one another; wet flesh rubbed against wet flesh. The fucking
began in earnest now. Jack held her tightly by the shoulders, kissing her wildly on the
mouth, driving his tongue down her throat. Claudette almost drowned in her own spit.
She could feel it dribbling down her chin and cheeks as she raised her legs and
scissored them around Jack's humping back. She was peeled all the way open, exposed
completely to the big man. He hammered his cock against her clit, driving her up the
wall, shooting her closer and closer to climax. The young woman grunted like a stuck
pig with the force of his fucking.
"Soon, baby, soon," Jack muttered.
"What?"
Claudette wasn't sure what he meant. But she could feel the firestorm raging in her
cunt going out of control There were jolts of sexual current followed by burning
sensations. Her cunt muscles spasmed regularly now, clutching at the muscleman's
hammering cock.
"Make it, baby... cut it loose," he groaned.
Claudette realized he was going to cum. She'd read about how men shoot off, spraying
white stuff out of their cockheads. Soon she'd have that wild stuff inside her. For a
second the young woman worried about getting knocked up. But then the incredible
sensation of pre-orgasmic spasms took her completely by surprise, and Claudette forgot
about everything except her cunt and Jack's satisfying cock.
"Ohhh, cum... cum!"
She'd heard some of the girls talking about cumming-orgasm. Cum – what a
wonderful, appropriate word. It seemed to form naturally in her mouth as she bounced
up and down on the old sofa.
"Shoot... fuck... fuck!" Jack shouted as he worked his thick-hips like piledrivers.
Claudette felt an explosion building up in her body. She felt her pussy-muscles
clenching around his hammering dick. She was ready for his big shot, the one that
would end once and for all her virginity.
"Ohhhh!" Claudette cried.
She felt Jack increasing his fucking thrusts until his cock and her cunt burned with
friction. His dick seemed to be swelling inside her, pushing her cuntal walls even
farther apart.
And then suddenly he stiffened on top of her, digging his fingertips into her shoulders
as his legs jerked and twitched. Something incredibly hot and thick was scalding the
walls of her cunt. He was shooting off his load – cumming! Oh, how wild, how violent
he acted on top of her! He was calling her all kinds of dirty names, his face having
turned a dark red as he kept on filling her wet hole with more and more jism.
"Fuck!" he cried out, hammering his thighs harder and harder against her hipbones.
The hot jets of his cum burned deep into her. Claudette finally lost all control. She
arched her body up under his crushing weight and cut loose with her own orgasm. It
seem to bubble up from the depths of her cunt and spread like a flash fire through all
her body. She felt as if the world was inside her cunt and was exploding into millions of
brightly colored pieces. Her pussy-walls spasmed and her body thrashed as wildly as
Jack's.
"Cummmmm!" the young blonde teenager cried.
Her cunt muscles clutched Jack's still-shooting meat, holding the squirming hunk of
dick deep in side. Oh, how good, how wonderful her first climax with a man's dick
inside her felt! Claudette clawed at the young man on top of her. She heard her own
screams as spasm after spasm ripped through her.
Claudette didn't know how much time had passed since she and Jack had had their
mutual orgasm. Shaking herself free of the wonderful warm glow that had settled over
her body, the blonde teen glanced at the clock over the mantel. Almost midnight – her
mother would be home soon!
"Please... please... my mother's going to be home soon," Claudette said nervously,
wiggling out from under the heavy blond weightlifter.
"So what? Like I said... maybe she wants to join us," he said, laughing softly and
stroking Claudette's thighs.
"Please... please..." the young woman pleaded, feeling panic rising in her. What could
she do to get this man out of her home? Now that all the tense sexual feeling had been
satisfied in her cunt for the moment, Claudette felt the shame and guilt of having
fucked a man illicitly. Society, even though it had gone through the so-called sexual
revolution, still frowned upon the woman who openly fucked a man out side the
marital bed.
"All right," Jack said disgustedly, pushing himself up from the couch, then smiling and
kissing her lightly on the nose.
"You're not angry?" she asked in a tiny voice, feeling just the smallest bit of guilt in
sending him away.
She wanted to keep him with her. It was wicked, but Claudette couldn't help the
feelings possessing her now.
"Naw... just so long as I can see you later," he said, raising his eyebrows and grinning.
"Oh yes... yes!" she cried enthusiastically, throwing both arms around his neck and
hugging him tightly.
She couldn't give him up. Claudette swore she'd do everything she could think of to see
him soon. Her mother went out a lot and stayed late wherever she was.
"That's the way I like to leave 'em... hot, hungry, begging for more," Jack said, sliding
off the sofa and searching in the dark for his trousers.
"There are lots of girls like me?" Claudette asked a little jealously.
Jack picked up the note in her voice and laughed off-handedly.
"Not that many... and not that many as good as you, honey," he said, pulling his tight
fitting jeans up over his broad thighs. She watched as he dressed, tucking in his shirt,
smoothing back his hair with both hands, all the while not taking his eyes off her body.
"Maybe tomorrow night?" he asked, sitting down on the sofa and stroking her tits.
"I... don't know," Claudette answered honestly.
She wasn't sure if she wanted to risk discovery again... If she kept seeing him, someone
would notice, someone would start making comments. Soon the whole gym and maybe
even her mother would know. And then men like Bart – oh no, NO!
"Well, I work out every day. You can tell me then," he said, starting to get up.
"Yes... no... I don't know!" Claudette said in panic, afraid she'd offended him.
Jack stayed by the sofa for a second, grinning down at her. She looked so helpless lying
there, her white legs draped over the couch, her arms crossed over her bare tits. All the
guys at the gym would have given their left nut for a few minutes in the sack with this
one.
"Talk to you later. what's that?" Jack asked, tilting his head to one side and peering out
the large front window.
"Oh God... my mother!" Claudette cried, jerking up from the couch and looking
through the glass, recognizing her mother's car turning into the drive. Panic was
quickly replaced by reason. "Quick... the kitchen door," Claudette ordered, bending
down and gathering up her clothes in both arms before running through the hall with
Jack close behind her.
The two of them slid across the slick tiled surface, laughing softly and nervously as the
sound of a closing car door echoed in the small room.
"Talk to you tomorrow," Jack whispered, slip ping one hand around her waist and
kissing her hard on the mouth before disappearing into the darkness.
Claudette shut the door softly, locked it, then slipped quickly through the darkened hall
to her room. Would her mother notice anything different in the living room? Was there
a smell from fucking? Oh God!
But no, she could hear her mother stumbling a little drunkenly through the living
room, through the hall, and finally into the master bedroom, slamming the door behind
her. Claudette sighed with relief, turning around and dropping her gym suit to the
floor.
Tomorrow? Would she go through with it? Biting her lower lip, the young blonde
reached for her towel and started for the bathroom. She could still feel Jack's cum
sloshing around inside her cunt as she walked down the hall. Oh, what a wicked thing
she'd done! And yet, how good it had felt!
"Oh, damn!" the girl muttered in confusion, flicking the light on and turning on the
shower.
Why couldn't life be more simple? She had to think this one out.


Chapter 4

For three days Claudette watched Jack work out, not daring to look at him or speak to
him unless he said the first word. But he seemed to be ignoring her purposely, talking
to the other men, pretending she wasn't even there. The young blonde did her best to
act flippant. But after the third day, Susan noticed the change in her attitude.
"Come on... cheer up, honey. It's not the end of the world," the brunette teenager said,
nudging her friend good-naturedly in the ribs. "Nothing's wrong," Claudette lied,
smiling as she stole a look at Jack.
He was on the bench, his face contorted as he pressed one-hundred-seventy pounds.
"Are you kidding? You look like you're about to cry," the other girl said, turning away
for a second to answer a question from one of the customers.
Claudette looked at herself in the mirror. Yes, she certainly did look down in the
mouth. To think Jack was doing this to her – someone she barely knew. Next to her
reflection she could see him puffing and panting, pressing all that damn weight while
she stood behind the counter looking like a fool. Claudette clenched her slender fingers
angrily, digging her nails into her palms. He thought he had her on a string, dangling,
twisting, begging him for the smallest favor.
"Oh!" Claudette said, inhaling a sharp breath and turning from the mirror.
She'd show him! Standing nearby was Bart, rubbing his chin and staring provocatively
at her. He hadn't spoken to her since she'd put him down several days ago. But he still
watched her like a cat, rubbing his groin to ease his sexual tension. Claudette turned
and stared back at the big dark-haired weightlifter, leaning against the counter and
smiling at him.
"What are you doing?" Susan whispered, noticing Bart's reaction.
"It's my own business. I can handle it," Claudette said nervously, wondering if this
move had been so smart on her part.
She remembered the gruff way he had stalked off when she had threatened to call the
security force. Making Jack jealous was one thing, but using Bart to do it – well, maybe
she was playing with fire.
"I hope so. He's one strange customer. I hear talk that he and a couple other of his
creepy friends run some kind of biker club out of San Bernardino. I'll tell you; you
wouldn't catch me smiling at one of them unless they were behind bars," Susan said,
backing away as Bart swaggered over to the reception counter.
"So, you're interested in playing..." Bart said, putting his paw-like hairy hands on the
edge of the counter top and rubbing his groin back and forth over the front.
His directness startled Claudette. But then again, she hadn't expected much better.
"Maybe," she said, thinking twice about her sudden plan.
She saw his smile fade somewhat and a nervous twitch develop at the corners of his
thick sensuous lips. With his dark eyes, black beard and moustache, he looked like the
devil incarnate.
"I don't take maybe from any broad. It's yes or no," the big man said flatly, his bass
voice darkening as he stared at Claudette.
"I... don't know," Claudette answered, glancing over Bart's right shoulder at Jack.
The big blond had stopped his bench pressing and was sitting up on the stool, wiping
his face and shoulders with a towel and watching what was happening up front. "You
wanna make up your mind now or next year?" Bart asked sarcastically, drumming his
fingers on the counter top.
"Just to talk. I'd just like to talk... you know."
"Yeah, talk. Sure... sure, baby, we'll talk," Bart said sneeringly, snorting out a laugh
before turning around. "Meet you outside in half an hour."
"Are you really going out with him?" Susan whispered after the big man had moved out
of hearing range.
"Yes... what's wrong with that? I'm sure all those stories are just made up about him,"
Claudette said angrily, sorry she'd made the date.
But now she was locked into her decision. She had the feeling Bart would take a terrible
kind of vengeance on her if she tried to renege on her promise. She looked at Jack, who
still sat on the bench, looking first at Bart, then back at her. Shaking his head slowly
back and forth, he sighed and got up. He walked quietly through the main door to the
shower room. Claudette groaned.
"I sure hope so, for your sake. I think you've got one rough customer on your hands,
kiddo."
Claudette kept on working, ignoring Susan's comments, trying to think of a way she
could break her date with Bart. But she kept seeing his eyes burning with anger and
excitement. No, there was no way she could do it without having all kinds of horror fall
upon her head. She'd try to keep the date public – no dark alleys or going home when
Mother wasn't there. Jack was insistent, but Bart would fuck her right on the porch in
front of the gawking neighbors!
"Well, I'll see you tomorrow," Claudette said, glancing up at the clock and slipping a
sweater over her shoulders. She was leaving half an hour early. "If you can still walk,"
Susan remarked dryly.
Claudette didn't answer her, feeling a rising sense of discomfort as she moved from the
gym through the narrow corridor to the lobby. Bart was standing there, his blue nylon
gym bag slung over one shoulder. His white T-shirt was pulled tightly over his broad
chest and the faded Levi's cut-offs revealed that fat bulge she'd seen in the gym, pres
sing against his shorts. The young blonde wanted to run. Instead, she smiled pleasantly,
dropping her eyes as Bart opened the door for her.
"Hop on the back," he said, motioning with one hand toward a black Harley.
Claudette stopped on the steps, staring open-mouthed at the big man. A motorcycle?
The young girl remembered what Susan had said about his biker gang. It might be true.
She might become a lamb for a perverted sexual slaughter. No, she couldn't go with
him.
Claudette was about to refuse when she heard Jack's voice behind her – and another
girl's. Turning around, she saw him helping a tall redhead out the door. Their eyes met
for a second. Claudette fumed, then walked over to the bike and slipped one leg over
the seat. Bart grinned at her, then flashed a smile of triumph at Jack, who by this time
had stopped to watch the goings-on.
"Hang on, baby. I don't think you ever rode one of these babies before... not from the
way you climbed on."
Claudette rested her head on Bart's back, sliding both arms around his waist as she felt
the bike rumble to life and squeal away from the health spa.
They roared down Bundy Drive to the Santa Monica Freeway entrance, gracefully
merging onto the eastbound on ramp. Claudette clung to Bart for dear life, turning her
head around at times and opening her eyes. The lights of Los Angeles blurred by as the
night air whipped her long blonde hair behind her. Claudette didn't care where they
were going or what they were going to do once they arrived. All she thought of now
was survival on this bike.
The young blonde didn't know just how long she and Bart had ridden on the
motorcycle. After the first few minutes, the ride became a long endurance test. Her
shoulders ached from the tension and effort of clinging to the big man, and her guts
churn ed from the constant rumbling of the powerful machine between her legs. Her
white silky gym out fit was hardly protection for the night air whipping against her
flesh. Somehow she'd managed to keep her sweater from flying off onto the freeway,
wedging it tightly between hers and Bart's bodies. Sometime after they had entered the
freeway, they left.
Claudette twisted her head around once more. They must be far into Los Angeles – or
beyond it. The neighborhood was totally unfamiliar. There were few buildings around.
The smell of the earth hung over the road as Bart ground his big machine to a halt.
"Well, baby, you wanna talk? We're goin' to a place where you can scream your head
off and nobody's gonna hear you," he said, revving up the engine once more.
With another squeal of spinning rubber they shot away from the freeway off ramp onto
a narrow road. Claudette clung more desperately than before. Bart was angling the bike
first to the right, then to the left as he sped along the twisting hilly road.
The teenager was already sorry she'd done such a stupid thing. So she was going to get
back at jack – how dumb! She barely knew him in the first place. And besides, how
would he know what went on? And would Claudette really want him to know what had
happened when all was said and done?
These and other questions shot through the girl's mind as they climbed a steep hill.
After nearly twenty minutes, Bart slowed his machine again. Claudette pulled her head
up and looked around. There was nothing but an open field and, in the distance, the
small lights of cars speeding east and west on the San Bernardino Freeway.
"Why are you stopping?" she asked nervously. The engine died. Bart slid off quickly
and turned around, laying one hand heavily on her shoulder.
"What do you think? I know you and Jack must've made it the other night. Shit, you
take that little wimp and not me, huh? And now you see he's out for another cunt, you
think you're gonna get back at him through me?"
Claudette shook her head violently, too terrified.
Claudette felt both hands slide around her and roughly pull her from the motorcycle.
"DON'T! I'll scream!" she cried out as she felt the big man's fingers press hard into her
arms.
"Stupid bitch!" he growled, pushing her away from him.
Claudette staggered back, her arms flailing, her feet tangling together. She let out a
sharp cry, pitching backward and falling into the soft grass. Bart came up to her, his
feet crunching over the loose ground, his broad body looking as if it belonged to some
beast from hell.
"Please... I'll do anything you say... just don't hurt me," she whimpered.
"You bet you're gonna do anything I say!" he growled, raising one hand high in the air.
Claudette shrank back, putting one hand over her face protectively, trying to scoot
back. Bait sneered, flashing his white teeth down at her. The blonde waited for the
blow. When it came she let out a loud scream. Several small animals in the field
answered her back as the sharp crack of the blow filtered through the night air.
"Uhhhh!" Claudette cried, her head snapping to the left.
Her long blonde hair whipped across her face and her body twisted half-around on the
ground. She rolled over onto her belly, letting out a strangled sob. Clawing the loose
dirt, the young blonde felt her chest contract with terror. Susan was right. She was
going to regret this date.
"Get the fuck up!" he growled.
"No... I can't," she whimpered in a tiny voice, still remaining on her belly.
"Goddamn it, you fuckin' cunt! I can't stand it when a bitch complains!" Bait muttered,
reaching down and taking her wrists in both hands.
He rolled her around roughly, then jerked her up. Claudette cried out, losing her
balance again and tumbling forward onto her knees, then finally falling flat on her face.
Bart laughed, still holding her wrists, dragging her over the uneven ground. Claudette
felt stones rub painfully over her legs and belly. She scrambled to her feet, grunting,
crying out.
"That's a good cunt," he said, holding her tightly around the waist and humping
against her. "I'm gonna fuck that tight little ass of yours so damned hard, you won't be
able to walk for a week."
Claudette looked pleadingly into his eyes and realized she would find no mercy, no pity
in them. She had to escape, to break away. Remembering some moves in a self-defense
class she'd taken months ago, Claudette maneuvered into position while Bait got carried
away with a description on how he was going to fuck her asshole. When he bent
forward to kiss her mouth, the young blonde jerked her left knee up, hitting the young
weightlifter hard in the balls.
"Fuck!" he cried, staggering back and holding his nuts protectively while Claudette
caught her balance and started picking her way desperately through the tall grass.
"No cunt's gonna use Bart Harrington that way, man," he said, thumping his broad
chest arrogantly.
"Ooooofff!" Claudette cried, pitching forward and falling on her face. She scrambled
quickly to her feet when she heard Bart calling out after her. Turning around, she shot
a quick look over her shoulders. He was walking quickly through the high weeds,
holding his injured nuts with one hand and stretching out his other hand for her.
"You little bitch! When I get my hands on you..."
A tall thick gorse bush caught in Claudette's gym skirt, causing her to fall. She twisted
around trying to rip her outfit from the prickly bush. Falling back, the young woman
pushed herself up from the ground and started scrambling forward, her knees barely
touching the ground. But the fall had cost Claudette valuable time. Bart had regained
some strength and speed, pitching headlong toward the screaming young woman. He
caught her flowing hair and hauled back hard.
"Aiyeeee!" Claudette screamed, her head jerking back.
She thought she'd faint from the pain. Her eyelids fluttered as Bart twisted more
strands of hair in his fingers. She could feel some of it tearing from her scalp as that
sudden painful move finally stopped her escape. With a moan of defeat and agony,
Claudette fell on her ass, her hands flailing about as her knees buckled under her. She
was in an uncomfortable position as Bart crouched over her, still holding some of her
hair in his hands.
"So, you thought you'd get smart... eh, bitch?" he growled.
Claudette reached back, curled her fingers and dug her sharp nails into his wrists. She
knew she had to be tearing some of his flesh. But the big man only laughed, pulling
upon her hair until she finally begged him to stop.
"Go ahead... try to get the fuck away," he muttered, giving her hair a final yank, then
letting go.
Claudette groaned, dropping her head and rubbing her scalp with her fingers. She was
helpless, trapped in this no-man's land with him. He could do anything he wanted to
her – even kill her. And there would be no witnesses except the field animals scurrying
about.
"I won't... I promise I won't," Claudette said in a small voice, rolling her eyes up and
putting her hands together in a praying position.
She trembled, terrified, as he kept on smiling. The sensuous lips pulled back across his
teeth showed white under his thick black moustache. He was going to hit her again.
She could see it in his eyes. He wanted to beat her, pound her into the ground before
fucking her. Claudette sensed this with every fiber of her body. She wished she could
sink into the ground as she watched his hand come down in a broad arc.
How strange – it seemed to be moving in slow motion. At the same time all the sounds
of the field seemed intensified. Even the field mice scampering nearby sounded like a
herd of stampeding elephants. Then there was the report of the slap and her quavering
scream. Her head snapped to the left, the force of the blow making her body twist
through the tall grass. "Man, I wanna fuck that damned ass. But you're gonna pay first
for kickin' me in the balls," Jack said as Claudette cringed under him.
Her teeth ached in her skull from that blow. She could still feel the sting of his fingers
across her cheek when he reached down and pulled her roughly to her feet.
"Where?"
"Just get back on the fuckin' bike. You try anything funny and I'll knock you off, turn
around and pound your fuckin' body into the dirt... undnerstand?"
Claudettte nodded her head up and down, sliding one leg over the back seat and
holding tightly onto Bart's waist as the bike roared to life.
How strange, she thought as they rode up the mountain road. She was clinging to the
man who was determined to hurt her, to make her pay for only defending herself from
physical outrage. And this had all started from her stupid desire to show Jack a thing or
two.
After a few more minutes they turned off the narrow paved highway onto a gravel road.
The small sharp stones flew up like hail around the couple, pelting both of them in the
legs and arms. A cloud of dust drifted up from the spinning wheels as they slowly
wound their way up the hill.
Claudette felt exhausted from hanging on so tightly. Twice she'd nearly let go and fallen
off. Then she remembered Bart's warning – "I'll knock you off, turn around and pound
your fuckin' body into the dirt." She had little doubt he'd think she was trying to get
away if she slipped off. Would he kill her? Claudette shuddered when she remembered
how his face had looked when he'd threatened her. She didn't want to take the chance
to find out for sure.
The bike stopped after making a broad turn around a thick grove of pines. Bart put
both feet down, straightening his legs and balancing the bike between them. Revving
the engine up three times, he cut the choke and pulled down the kickstand.
Claudette looked around. At first she thought they were just at another field. What was
he going to do to her this time – tie her to a tree and beat her with his leather belt? She
could only imagine what kind of tortures he could dream up.
"We're here. Get the fuck down, baby. We're gonna show you a real good time."
We?
Claudette slid off the motorcycle, folding her arms tightly over her tits and looking
about. She saw a small cabin. Someone was at home. The two windows in front blazed
brightly. At first the young woman thought the scene was cozy. Then she remembered
what Susan had said about Bart and his gang. She'd been dropped squarely in the
center of a horror show.
"In the cabin!" Bart ordered, makng sure his bike was secured properly. He slipped the
gym bag over one arm, taking Claudette by the elbow with the other and guiding her
down the path toward the cabin.
"Who... who's there?" the girl stammered as she approached the building.
Now she could see several smaller wooden structures standing some distance behind
this cabin – a perfect hideout up here in the foothills of the San Bernardino Mountains.
No nearby neighbors from what she could see coming up the road. They could do
anything they pleased, and there would be no one around to object.
"You'll find out" he said as they mounted the small porch. "Get inside."
Claudette shivered reaching forward and pushing the door open. A cloud of smoke
greeted her as she stepped inside and began her ordeal.


Chapter 5

"Hey, if it ain't the little cunt who works down at the gym."
"Shit... you get ahold of the little icebox?"
"Hey, man you'd freeze your cock off when you stuck it up that one's cunt."
Claudette cringed at the obscenities as she stumbled into the small cabin. There was an
over powering smell of stale beer and cigarette smoke hanging in the air. It was
threateningly dark in the one-room building, the only light coming from several
hurricane lamps hanging on stakes driven into the walls. Shadows half-obscured the
objects in the room, giving a sinister appearance to everything. Claudette walked in a
little farther, still hugging her tits. Behind her she could hear Bart shuffling, shutting
and bolting the door. Panic rose in her throat, and she had to control herself to keep
from screaming for help.
"You're in time for the movie show, chick. Somethin' we picked up down in Tijuana
couple of days ago."
Claudette examined the three men sitting around a square wood table in the center of
the room. They were copies, more or less, of Bart – thickly built, bearded, mustached,
crude members of the human race preying off the weaknesses of others. She'd seen
them at one time or another at the gym, coming in as Bart's guests. It was amazing that
he could have enough money to join that spa – considering the filth he and his
playmates lived in.
"You picked it up, eh?" Bart asked, grabbing another chair from the corner and shoving
it toward Claudette. "Park your ass there and watch. Maybe you'll get a couple of ideas
from it."
The young blonde pressed her legs together and sat down, keeping her eyes fixed in
front of her and her back straight. She could feel the men staring at her, undressing
her, caressing her silken body with their eyes. She felt so unclean, so threatened, even
though none of them had laid a hand on her – yet.
"Okay, roll 'em."
One of the men at the table reached over to the small projector sitting on the table and
flicked it on.
"Kinda like an Army training film," Bart snickered as the fluttering images came into
focus.
Claudette said nothing. She felt as if she were drowning. Her breath came in shorter
and shorter gasps as her chest tightened. The horror of her position was slowly sinking
in as the porno flick began in front of her. There was nowhere to run, nowhere to hide.
No one could come and save her, no matter how loudly she screamed. She was alone,
helpless, at the complete mercy of these savages!
Claudette snapped out of her reverie and looked at the sheet hung from the rafters of
the cabin. She saw two big men and a thin dark-haired girl who was little more than a
child. Her hair was cut short and straight and combed over her forehead in bangs. As
the picture came into better focus Claudette saw the young girl was Mexican. Her tits
were small, full and red-tipped. Her belly was flat, her ribs very visible. Her boyish hips
swelled around a thick bush of black cunt hair.
"Man, she goes at these guys like there was no tomorrow!"
Claudette saw that the girl wore a dazed smile that became more unfocused as the two
men took her. One squeezed her jaw hard so her mouth would open. For a second,
Claudette could only see the big man's hairy ass. Then the camera swung around and
she saw a tremendously large thick cock sliding into the girl's mouth.
"Oh!" Claudette cried in disgust, dropping her eyes in shame.
How could they have done something so horrible to a girl? And the way these men
were acting – hooping and hollering as if they were watching a rodeo! When Bart
slapped his knees and whooped louder than before, Claudette raised her eyes again and
studied the screen.
It was awful! How could anyone get excited watching these films? The first man was
pounding the young girl's face with his flat hairy belly. His balls slapped her in the chin
as his dickhead pushed out her cheeks. Spit ran down her chin and throat as the
mouth-fucking became more frenzied.
Meanwhile, as the girl sucked, she was led back to where the second man lay on a
mattress, his legs spread wide apart. He was smiling, watching the girl suck off his
partner as he toyed with his long thin cock, slicking down the shaft with the pre-cum
dribbling freely from his piss-slit. The prone man raised her hips to position her cunt
over hi cock. She kept on sucking, her eyes closed, her movements like those of a well
programmed robot.
Claudette knew the girl had to have been drugged. Her movements showed it, not to
mention her complete docility at what she was doing. Probably her mother had signed
her over to the movie makers for enough money to escape to the United States. There
the girl could forget – if she remembered anything at all – her terrible experience with
the gringos.
"Oh God!"
Claudette couldn't watch as the young girl settled down on the second man's dick, her
pussy being split wide open by that long thin dick. She could hear the men talking
about how the girl was bleeding – a virgin! Claudette felt a sympathetic shock of pain
in her cunt. Yes, she remembered the pain when Jack speared her pussy with his dick.
But then had come pleasure, enough to make her forget about the pain, the bleeding.
But this poor young woman.
Claudette thought the movie would never end. The whirring projector went on and on
as the four men hollered and laughed, sometimes addressing a rude comment to
Claudette, not expecting her to answer., Finally the room went dark again. The film was
over. One of the men muttered something, pushed back a chair and turned off the
projector.
"Fuckin' A. Good job, guys. You pay a lot for the flick?"
There was a brief discussion on how they got it and how they could get some more. For
a few seconds Claudette was forgotten. She sighed with relief. Looking quickly around
the small room, the young blonde searched for a door, something that could offer her
hope of escape. There was nothing. The place was a perfect winter cabin – well sealed,
with few openings.
"Well, man, we got our own little fuck-flick right here," Bart said after the conversation
died. The others turned toward the girl and stared. She felt her face flushing red as she
nervously moved her fingers against one another. "She fucks real nice... especially some
of the guys down at the gym."
"That's not true!" the girl cried, biting her lower lip and regretting she had said
anything.
She was just giving Bart more fuel to burn her with. Wrinkling her forehead, the young
woman stared down at the floor. Filthy – just like everything around here. Filthy, dirty,
obscene!
"Sure is, but I didn't get a piece of her ass, yet,"
Bart snarled, then went on to tell the others about what had happened out in the field.
When he finished, the others stared hard at her, their lips twisted up into strange
smiles.
"She's gotta be taught a lesson," the first man said, scratching his crotch and drumming
the tabletop with his other hand.
"Yeah, how about a good beating?"
Claudette shivered, hugging her body more tightly. She pictured what these animals
would do – falling upon her, tearing her clothes off and pelting her with their fists until
she was half-dead.
"Naw, I got a better idea. Came to me on the way up," Bart said, leaning over and
whispering to the first biker.
The other man smiled broadly and nodded. "Yeah, that'll take her down a peg or two,"
he agreed, looking at Claudette and sneering strangely.
The young woman felt dirty. She rubbed her upper arms briskly with her palms, sitting
farther back in her chair and watching the men like a hawk. She was waiting for them
to fly at her. The young woman knew there was little she could do. But she swore to
herself they wouldn't have an easy time of it. She would fight back. She would...
"Okay, baby, come on and meet your new playmate."
Claudette watched Bart as he slid from his chair and swaggered over to a door opposite
her. During the conversation, the young blonde had thought she'd heard a noise behind
it. He turned around and flashed her with a grin, laying one hand on the brass
doorknob and turning it slowly.
The door cracked open.
Claudette heard scratching and a strange high-pitched whimpering sound. It was a dog!
Her eyes widened and she looked at the other men sitting behind the table studying
her, their lips curled up into sick smiles. What did they have planned for her?
Bart pulled the door all the way open, kneeling down and taking the animal's head in
his hands. Claudette strained forward, wondering what kind of animal it was.
"Hey, boy... yeah, you're gonna have a good time in a few secs," Bart said loud enough
for Claudette to hear.
What was he talking about? The blonde pushed her chair back from the table, still
watching Ban and the animal and keeping an eye on the other men. She felt a sudden
wave of nausea sweep over her. Something told her the men were going to make her do
something perverted with that animal. When Bart stood up, she could see the animal
better.
Oh God, a Doberman – a huge, black-haired Doberman!
Claudette's eyes widened as she pushed her chair back farther. The scraping sound of
the legs against the floor attracted attention. "You ain't goin' nowhere, baby," Bart said,
his eyes narrowing as he walked over to the table. The big animal followed slowly, his
eyes shifting from Bart to the girl. Claudette pushed her legs under the chair. The
animal was so big! His black coat glistened under the light of the hurricane lamps. She
watched his black nose wrinkle up, catching the scent of her growing terror. His
pointed ears pricked up and shifted forward. He was studying her now, watching her as
if he were about to attack her.
"What... are you... going to do?" Claudette asked hesitatingly.
"What the fuck do you think?"
With that, Bart reached out and grabbed the cringing blonde teen by the right arm,
jerking her up from her chair.
Claudette cried out, stumbling forward. She shot out her hands to keep her balance as
the men jeered and the Doberman barked excitedly. She struck one side of the heavy
table with her thighs and grunted in pain. They were going to humiliate her, hurt her.
Claudette tried to wheel around and claw at the big man trying to drag her to the
center of the room. Her feet tangled together. Someone slapped her hard on the ass
while another tried to cop a feel between her thighs. Claudette screamed, snap ping her
knees together and shoving one hand behind her to protect her ass.
"Havin' trouble?" Bart sneered.
The blonde teen shrank back, pulling her arm so hard she thought it would come out
of its socket. The way he was looking at her made her want to faint with fear and
revulsion.
"Let me go... LEMMEGO!" Claudette screamed hysterically, jerking her hand back.
Bart shouted, feeling her nails gouge the flesh around his wrist. The blonde was free for
a second. She fell back, throwing up one shoulder protectively as she turned around
and stumbled headlong for the door. There were shouts, barking, and then hands
attacking her body, fingers grabbing at her white gym outfit, tearing the material from
her body.
Claudette kept on screaming, beating at the stripping fingers as she still staggered for
the door. But all of them were on top of her, swearing, beating her face and her body
until she finally slumped semi-conscious to the floor. She felt her outfit being torn from
her body.
Oh God, wasn't there any way she could get out of this living hell? Susan had been
right. She was going to regret her decision to go out with Bart for a long, long time.
"Get away," Bart growled at the other men.
Claudette looked up, covering her chest protectively. She'd been stripped, her clothes
lying around her in torn white rags. She pressed her arms over her tits, folding one leg
over the other so the men couldn't see her naked cunt.
The young woman could feel Bart's eyes burning into her. He was a sick man, someone
who preyed off other people's sufferings. He stood there, that Doberman standing at his
side. Yes, he would have made a good Nazi or Russian KGB official, tracking down
helpless women, making them cringe at his feet before he delivered some kind of sick
punishment to them.
"I won't hurt you... too much."
Bart was unbuckling his belt, letting the strap hang from either side of the top button of
his Levi's. Claudette wondered if he was going to beat her with it.
Bart guessed her train of thought. "No, babe, I ain't gonna lay this on you, yet I've got
a better idea."
Bart demanded that she sit up. When Claudette hesitated, he grabbed her hair, filling
his palm with the blonde strands. He jerked her closer, making her mouth strike the
side of his boot.
Claudette screamed, her lip cracking. She could taste blood! The young woman
screamed again, dropping her hands and pushing them against his legs, throwing her
own out and digging the balls of her feet hard against the floor as she tried to scoot
away from him.
But the fingers holding her hair held firmly. Bart was growling as loudly as the
Doberman trembling impatiently next to him. The horror of what she was a part of
now surged through her. The big man pulled her hair harder, making Claudette scream
so loudly, she thought they could hear her all the way back at the spa. Then he relaxed
his grip, raising his hand and threatening to strike her.
"No... no..." she whimpered, wiggling away from Bart and the animal.
He let her go for a while, playing with her the way a cat toys with a mouse before
pouncing upon it. Dirt invaded her butthole and cunt. Bart moved back toward her,
pulling the belt from the loops of his jeans and doubling it, snapping the leather against
his pants. Bart said he wouldn't hurt her with that thing. But Claudette knew she
couldn't trust him, couldn't trust anyone in this place!
"Come on, baby... come to Daddy," Bart said in a sugary voice.
As long as she kept out of his reach she was safe, she told herself. She couldn't let him
touch her with that belt, his hand, his dog.
"Come on, baby, ol' Ranger here needs a friend. He's been waitin' for someone like you
to come along," Bart said, sneering at her, then glancing down at the excited animal.
The Doberman, hearing his name, barked loudly, rolling his dark brown eyes up at his
master, then back toward Claudette.
It was a nightmare. Terror knifed through the young woman as she lay there, waiting
for the ax to fall. He was going to throw her to the dog, let the animal do whatever it
wanted with her. She could already feel his teeth sinking into her throat, feel her blood
dripping as the life slowly oozed from her.
"No... no..." she whimpered, her cries growing louder as he approached.
"You're gonna pay, bitch, pay for hittin' me in the crotch and pay for the way you flash
that little twat around the spa like it was gold," Bart snarled.
Claudette shook her head slowly back and forth, and a long low moan escaped her lips.
She was sorry she'd made him angry, sorry she'd hurt him before. If there were only
some way she could make it up to him without going through this. .
But Claudette knew instinctively Bart was using all those reasons as an excuse. He'd
think of one thing or another to get a young woman under his thumb.
"Please... please..." she sobbed. "Oh, please, don't... don't do this. Oh, please..."
She sidled back, her terror-stricken eyes wide and focused on the belt and the animal
next to it. Bart slowly closed in on her.
"No!" Claudette screamed, turning and springing forward like an animal on all fours.
Her tits hung down, nipples brushing against the floor. Terror blinded her. Claudette
didn't think about how futile it was trying to escape from a tiny room whose only exit
was bolted. She had to get away from that big man and his animal! With a resounding
crash the blonde teen banged her head against one leg of the wooden table. She
groaned, falling over onto one side.
"It's all over now, baby."
Bart snapped the belt, and Claudette turned, her arms flailing as she tried to cover
herself. She was still dazed from the blow against her forehead. The young woman
could see the belt arcing in the air, coming down quickly toward her. It landed with a
sharp report, biting the flesh along her ribs.
"Agh!" she gasped, her knees jerking up to her tits. When the belt went away, Claudette
glanced at the two-inch welt starting to rise just below her left tit.
But Bart wasn't through, yet. He swung the belt over his head and brought it down
quickly. Claudette rolled away, exposing her ass. The belt chewed into the resilient flesh
of her left asscheek, sending out a strange warmth that exploded through her body.
Claudette squealed again and again as the belt criss-crossed over her lower back and ass.
She recoiled, shoving her tits hard against the dirty floor. The stinging blows brought
her around whenever she thought she was losing consciousness. And oh, what a strange
thing was happening to her cunt! There was an odd needle-sharp heat making her cit
stiff and hot. She could hardly keep her ass still. The belt was torturing her, as well as
exciting her.
Could they tell? Could they see what was happening? More importantly, could the
animal tell?
"Okay, slut, get over. Ranger wants to play."
Claudette felt her flesh crawl and pucker into goosepimples. She raised her head and
twisted it around, peering over one shoulder at the big animal. He was sitting on his
powerful haunches, his lower jaw slackened a bit and his long pink tongue hanging out
from one corner of his maw. She could see his teeth, those razor-sharp white teeth
highlighted by the dark pink gums. His black nose quivered and the dark red tip of his
pointed cock showed in the center of his furry sheath. Oh God, he was excited, had
become aroused as he had watched Bart whip her with the belt! Even the pet was a
sadist!
"Don't... please don't let him... bite me." Bart glared at her with a smile of cynical
scorn. "He just wants to play. Don't worry. He ain't gonna hurt you unless you fight
back. Just relax and let him do his thing. Besides, baby, you ain't got much of a choice.
We're gonna let him do it whether you like it or not."
Claudette wrinkled up her forehead, covering her mouth with both hands and fighting
down a scream. Now she knew what was going to happen. And that realization numbed
her brain with horror.


Chapter 6

Claudette lay on her ass, her knees slightly raised and sagging apart. She was exposed
to the big dog, her blonde furry pussy open to the Doberman's tongue. She knew he
was going to lick her off, even possibly fuck her. She'd heard of some women who liked
to go to bed with dogs. But something like that, Claudette thought, was only for those
porno movies or something Mexican whores did in Tijuana. Some of the boys in her
school had been down to that border town and had told gross stories about the whores
at the Blue Fox and what they did for ten bucks. Now Claudette found herself about to
do the same thing.
"Don't make me do this," she pleaded, looking at Bart and his buddies.
But none of them paid her any attention. They were all standing against one wall, their
arms folded tightly against their chests, their cocks straining against their zippers as
they watched the big Doberman crouch and start toward the whimpering blonde
teenager.
Claudette shifted her attention to Ranger. He was huge – one of the biggest animals
she'd ever seen in her life. She felt her heart beating so fast, she thought it would tear
through her ribcage.
No, she couldn't let herself be degraded this way!
"No, get away, dog... get away!" she said in a loud voice, bending forward and slapping
at the advancing animal. Ranger whimpered, springing back and jerking his head
around toward the men.
"Go after her, boy... go on," Bail urged.
Claudette flashed a look of hatred at the men. They were putting her through this hell,
making her commit this unnatural act for their amusement. While she suffered, they
snickered, watching with relish her growing horror and incredulity as the big
Doberman advanced once more.
"No... no..." Claudette said, shaking her head back and forth, stretching out the same
hand and slapping as Ranger moved in.
But this time the dog ducked, pushed forward and pressed his snout against her calf.
Claudette cried out and snapped her head back when she felt that cold damp nose on
her leg. It was sliding up fast, pressing against her thigh. She screamed, snapping her
legs together and rolling half-around. The young woman staggered to her feet,
shrinking back until she felt her ass touch the rough wall behind her.
Ranger stood in front of her for a second, unsure of what his next move would be.
Claudette pressed her arms against her big hanging tits, covering her mouth with both
hands and fighting down a scream. What an awful thing these men wanted her to do!
That dog was making a muted growling noise in his throat. He shook his big body,
then advanced. Claudette stiffened when she felt his nose slip between her legs.
"No!" she screamed, slapping at him. But once more the big dog ducked back. The
young woman turned around and ran to the table, looking for a knife – something to
kill that animal with. The men could do with her what they wanted, but she'd rather
die than let that animal touch her pussy.
Ranger moved between her running legs and pushed up, bumping the underside of her
cuntal mound. Claudette felt her knees buckle at that light pressure. She tried to kick at
him, but the Doberman moved easily behind her. She felt giddy, high, oddly excited.
The terror, the knowledge that she was running around this cabin like a fool, stark
naked, while these men were watching her made her want to laugh. How foolish, how
stupid! No wonder the bikers were snickering at her, chuckling as she screamed and
ran like a frightened mouse around and around. There was no hope in doing anything
to escape them and what they wanted to do to her. She was their prisoner.
"Get back!" the girl cried to the animal, stumbling toward the door.
She bumped into an adjoining wall, shutting her eyes and clawing the wood as the dog
licked her. She felt him wetting the softness behind each knee. Oh, how wildly hot and
wet that sensation felt! She didn't dare turn around to face him.
This was awful! Couldn't they take the dog away? Oh, if only she could get away from
the animal, Claudette could straighten out the strange vivid images whirling around in
her confused mind. The dog's warm inviting mouth was making her pussy hot and
tight. It was so weird, strange, as if she were moving around in a dream. It had to be
the terror, the strain of being beaten, humiliated, tortured by this subhumans
surrounding her.
But whatever it was, it was turning the young girl into a whore. When Ranger's nose
pushed against her cuntal mound again the teenager didn't try to escape. Instead she
stiffened, throwing her shoulders back and letting her head fall forward onto her chest.
"Ohhh..."
Why were her shoulders shaking so? Why were her fingers like ice? She could hardly
breathe. It was as if she were drowning. Claudette shuddered, rubbing her arms with
her hands. She didn't want to scream with terror now. Her cunt was glowing hot like a
burning jewel as a small stream of thick, frothy fuck juice oozed from her slit and
trickled maddeningly through her pussy-hair. She flexed her thigh and butt muscles,
slowly rocking her hips from side to side, rubbing the itchy, velvety walls of her cunt
together to get some relief from the hotness and tightness assailing her pussy.
"Horrible!" she gasped, her words sounding so small and unconvincing.
Was it so terrible? The world would think so, but now Claudette hovered over
unfamiliar territory. She was succumbing to a strange new sensation gripping her cunt.
There was a primal drive her, actually lusting for the brutal mindless fucking of that
Doberman in' front of her. Her body was responding to him. She could smell herself
now, smell the musky cunt juice flooding from her snatch. The dog liked smelling that
oil, loved lap ping it, drinking it in. She knew 'that was one way dogs knew when their
bitches were in heat. And oh, how hot her snatch was!
"Bad... bad!" Claudette cried.
But she couldn't make her words sound convincing any more. Her mind was falling to
pieces under the merciless attack from the animal. The Doberman's tongue lapped
noisily at her crotch as she clung to the wall helplessly. She felt the surface of Ranger's
hot tongue graze one cuntlip. She gasped from the unbelievable tickle that contact
produced. She shot her hands down to her crotch to cover that exposed area. The dog
barked and licked her knuckles. Claudette shivered, letting out a low moan of ecstasy
and defeat. Slowly she found herself sinking to the floor. The wall rubbed roughly
against her body. No, she couldn't fight back any more. She was going to submit. What
was the use? She could scream and yell all she wanted to. In the end, they would win.
"Man, she wants him bad now," Bart commented wryly, reaching down and scratching
his cock through his Levi's.
"Yeah, maybe she wants to get down and give him a blowjob," one of the men said
thickly.
"Sure, sure... bet she give fuckin' good head. She's got a damn tight-lookin mouth," a
second said, looking at Bart for confirmation.
But the big biker was too engrossed at what was happening in front of him to answer.
Claudette was on her knees now, her hands resting on her thighs. She tilted back her
head and shut her eyes. She was drinking in the sudden scalding pressure of the
Doberman's tongue as it peeled her cuntlips apart. She felt that tongue working over
her hot pussy-meat, actually trying to worm its way into the depths of her cunt.
Ranger growled low in his throat as he pressed up and in.
"Oh,no...NO!"
Claudette couldn't handle much more of this. She tried once more to push the animal
away, but the young woman didn't really want him to go. He was the only kind thing
around. The men were going to beat her, hurt her. But the dog Claudette collapsed on
the floor, falling into a defeated crumpled heap. She was on her back, her legs spread
wide apart. She was open, vulnerable to any attack. Ranger stood in front of her, tilting
his head to one side and staring at her curiously. He was sizing her up once more,
wondering if this apparent surrender was real or if she was trying to trick him, trying to
lure him close in order to deliver a sharp blow.
In the end the animal moved in cautiously, his head held low, moving closer and closer
to her cunt. When Claudette felt his breath against her lightly tanned shivering thighs,
she started to moan. No, she couldn't let him touch her! She couldn't let this happen!
There was a growl of excitement. For a second Claudette struggled across the floor, her
shoulders against the floorboards. Then she sank back in defeat. It was impossible to
squirm away from the Doberman. As the big dog pushed his nose under her cunt
mound, the young woman let out a moan, drinking in the deliciously wicked sensation
of his tongue wetting her. He was whining, wiggling his body back and forth as he
stood above her on the floor.
Claudette felt petrified and excited at the same time. The first touch of his tongue had
made her stomach turn over in revulsion. But now as the hot wet surface pet her snatch
over and over again, she didn't feel like hitting the animal or screaming out in horror.
"Ohhhh, no... oh my God!"
Claudette couldn't believe her own response to the dog. She was actually opening
herself up to him. She had slowly let her knees fall apart after drawing them up toward
her belly. She could feel her swollen cuntlips peel stickily apart, leaving the inner folds
and hollows of her pussy completely exposed to the animal.
"Man, look at him eat her up!"
It was true. The dog was acting like a stud, nosing her, smelling her, tasting her,
lapping wildly at her cunt. When he nuzzled his black nose between her swollen labes
the young woman groaned, rocking her thighs back and forth. She had given herself
completely up to him. She had allowed herself to be sucked into a vortex of incredible
depravity.
"Mmmmmm..." the young woman moaned between her clenched teeth.
Gently and delicately, Ranger's long dark pink tongue moved around her cuntlips,
petting her clit. Claudette couldn't believe it – this animal instinctively knew where to
touch her! He rested on his belly. She could feel him bumping his head against her
widely spread thighs. She could feel his hot breath tickle her cuntal hairs while he
drenched her pussy.
Claudette let out a shiver. She knew there was an animal between her legs. She knew
she should be pushing him away and if she didn't, she'd be damned by society and God
forever. But oh, what a wild hunger Ranger's trained tongue released in her body. Her
hands reached down her belly to find the Doberman's nose. Oh, how wonderful it was
to feel the squishy, steamy mess between her legs!
"Yessss... oh Christ in heaven, forgive me but yes... yesss!" the girl hissed.
Claudette moved her ass up, giving the dog more of her cunt to eat. He sensed her
growing excitement and whimpered through his nose. He bathed the bottom of her ass
with hot spit, lapping back into the split between her buttocks. She felt his tongue
going toward her asshole. Oh, how wet she was down there! The insides of her thighs,
her ass and her cunt were dripping with his saliva. When Claudette managed to shove
herself up on her elbows the impact of what was happening to hit the young woman.
"Ohhh, noooo..."
She tried to fight up through the lust weakening her, tried to push the animal away
from her. But her arms just wouldn't respond to her mind. She couldn't make the dog
go away. She felt the Doberman's furry ears and hunched her back, pressing her
bloated cunt against his muzzle. His pink tongue responded quickly, driving up and
down her cuntal crack, stiffening and shoving into her pussy farther. It was so good, so
shamelessly good! How could she make him go away when she was actually holding his
head tightly to her pussy, trying to make him drive his snout deeper into her cunt?
"AHHHHHH!"
The steady wet friction made her clit burn. She fanned her fingers out along Ranger's
neck, raising her feet from the floor and panting harder than ever. Then she fell back,
inching her knees back until they were against her tits. Then she let them fall to either
side of her body. Ohhh, how delicious it was to feel the animal's tongue slowly sloshing
around the dark-pink wet folds of her cunt! The young blonde wiggled her ass around
the floor, rolling her head from side to side as Ranger's tongue caressed the most
hidden parts of her snatch.
Claudette gasped as the animal worked more feverishly. His coat against her legs made
her snap her body from side to side. Drool oozed from the corners of her mouth. She
moved her ass up, let it fall back, then shot it back up once more. At times the young
woman twisted to the side, letting the animal's teeth brush one cuntlip, then the other.
Ohhh, what a feeling it was to arch her back and give him her clit again!
"Uhhhhhh... ohhhhhh!"
The young blonde didn't care about anything any more. She didn't care if Bart invited
his whole damn gang to come in and fuck her after the dog was through. All she could
think about were the powerful feelings shooting through her pussy. Ohh, what they
made her think and feel! It was the best thing that had ever happened to her. It was
driving her crazy!
Claudette cried out, working her ass around in frantic circles now, crying excitedly
through her nose. She was whimpering as loudly as the animal. Her nostrils burned
with the air she sucked in. Ranger's tongue seemed to be everywhere on her body now.
The more she moved, the more pleasure the animal brought to her.
The second big climax of her life, and it was going to be with a dog!
Claudette didn't really care. The young blonde wanted to feel the shooting sparks tear
through her cunt, making her scream, shout, tear at the floor.
Claudette turned her cunt up, feeling the dog's tongue rim the pulsing circle of tight
muscles surrounding the stretched lips.
Ohhh, she was so close!
"Yes... yes..." she panted excitedly, pet ting him with her toes.
When his tongue moved back to her clit, the young woman cried out, squeezing her
eyes shut tightly. Her cunt walls collapsed and spasmed. She could feel her cunt trying
to grab the dog's nose. She was teetering on the edge of a wild orgasm. The big muscles
in her tight ass cramped. The young blonde teen kicked her feet high, fanning her toes
until they cramped. Ranger slowed his rubbing friction and pulled back, looking
curiously at her.
"Ohhh, no... no... hurry!"
The girl cried out again and again, moving her butt around, trying to get the maximum
amount of friction from the dog's snout. She pitched around on the floor, bucking her
ass against the animal's jaws. Claudette was raking the dog's fur with her fingers. The
crazy tickle between her legs was growing worse and worse. It had to give way soon.
Scissoring her legs tightly around the Doberman's thick neck, Claudette bucked wildly.
She felt her hair falling over her face in thick tangles. Yes, this was it! She was actually
going to cum with a dog between her legs! The men weren't forcing this on her. She
was begging for it, forcing the animal to satisfy her own perversion. She – and not Bart
and his friends – was the pervert! And this knowledge only excited her more.
"AHHHHHHHH!"
The blonde teenager bucked so wildly, she nearly frightened the dog away. He stayed,
however, licking and nuzzling her convulsing cunt. Hot juice flooded out of her pussy
and onto his pointed snout. The wet smacking sounds of his tongue against her pussy
were even louder than before. Her orgasm was achingly, maddeningly slow. She jerked
around like a speared fish, finally thrusting her fingers into her cunt as the big dog
whimpered and licked her shaking white knuckles.
When Claudette opened her eyes again, she found herself alone on the floor. Ban was
standing over her, flexing his belt once more. Oh no, he wasn't going to hit her with
that thing again! She was feeling so good, covered with the warm glow following her
orgasm.
"Man, you really went after it... didn't you, baby? What would your friends think if they
could see you now? Man, we didn't make you get it on with the dog... didn't have to.
You practically scared the shit outta him when you came. Shit, you're one hell of a
hellcat, ain't cha?"
Claudette felt her face burn with shame. How could he talk to someone like her like
that? She was respectable, not some lowlife like him And then she thought of what had
just happened. He was right. No one had actually forced the animal on her. At the
beginning – yes. But then she had given up quickly – too quickly spreading her legs
apart for him, letting the Doberman have at her cunt without offering up the slightest
bit of resistance.
"Oh!" the girl said, raising her hand and holding her head. What was happening to
her? Was she losing her mind?
"Whory bitch!" Bart muttered, striking the belt against his pants and leering at her.
"You ain't gonna fuck her now are you? Man, her cunt's got dog spit all over it," the
second biker said as Bait peeled down his zipper and stuck one hand in.
"Naw, not in the cunt. Fuck, ain't no way I'm gonna mess up my dick. But she's got
another hole just as good," he said, smiling down at the con fused young woman.
What was he going to do, make her suck him off? She heard one of the men say
something about sucking off the dog. Would they make her take their cocks in her
mouth, sucking them until that jizz... Oh, it was too vile to think of!
Then he pulled out his cock. Claudette could see a wad of jizz was lodged in the small
piss-slit. He was ready to fuck her. Watching the young woman pitching on the floor
with the animal between her legs had irritated his balls. He pushed his pants down,
reached for her and twisted the young blonde around until she was on her belly.
Her ass! Oh God, he was going to fuck her in the ass!
"Man, my balls are good and hot for you, baby!"
Bart grabbed her fleshy asscheeks and spread them wide apart. Claudette cried out,
tightening her buttocks. Fucked in the ass! It was awful, something that would hurt
terribly, as well as humiliate and degrade. The girl tried to twist her body around, but a
sharp blow ended all hope of getting out ol' this position.
In a second, Bart was on top of her, his weight crushing her as he prepared to fuck
Claudette's tight virgin asshole.


Chapter 7

"Man... oh, man... good ass... good tight ass," Ban muttered under his breath, fondling
the young woman's rump.
Claudette groaned as she felt his thumbs rubbing up and down her buttcrack. He was
straddling her, his knees pressed cruelly against the backs of her legs as his chest moved
from side to side over her shoulder blades. She wiggled under him, fighting to draw in
air. Through the roaring in her head she could hear the laughter of his buddies, telling
him to fuck her good, open her up – all kinds of crudities that bit into her pride.
"Uhhhhh!"
His hands were pawing her sides, pinching her flesh, fondling her tits. She could feel
something long, thick and hot start to move over her asscheeks, slip into her asscrack,
then pump up and down. He was teasing her, dry-fucking her, telling her he was going
to split her asshole apart with his fat dick. Then he dropped his face, biting her pain
fully on the back of her neck while holding tightly onto her shoulders.
Claudette felt him push up his thighs, dragging his cock down her buttcrack until it was
flush against her shithole. The young woman sucked in a deep breath and held it,
tensing as she felt Bart push his cockhead hard against her bunghole muscles.
"Nooooo!" she cried, jerking her legs out.
Her head snapped to one side, and her jaw slackened. The pain was awful! It was as if
some one had driven a stake through her butt and into her belly! Bart was grunting like
a pig on top of her, his big fingers bruising her skin. Tears oozed from under her
eyelids, running down her cheeks as the young woman felt that fat dick fucking slowly
into her asshole.
"Yeah, baby, feel my dick... get on it! It's goin' in good and hard. Shit, your asshole
feels real good around my cock!"
Bart dropped completely upon her body, holding tightly onto her sides, feeding inch
after throbbing inch of dick meat into her. Soon he was all, the way in, his cock hairs
scratching her asscheeks. The two of them lay on the floor without moving for several
seconds, their breathing the only sound in the room.
"Ohhh, baby, your ass feels real good around my dick... real nice and tight, probably
better than your cunt," Bart said, running his hands up and down her sides.
Claudette let out another moan, shuddering with revulsion and pain. There was little
joy in what was happening to her now. She had never felt so stuffed, so spread apart as
now. A dull throbbing ache radiated from her shitter, spreading to her cunt. Her ass
muscles constricted, trying to force out Bart's prick as if it were a piece of shit. Her
thighs ached. The blonde teen's vision was blurred as Bart started moving his hips from
side to side, stirring his dick inside her shitter as if it were a giant spoon. With every
move he made, Claudette cried out softly, her moans turning to strangled sobs as she
curled her fingers and dug her nails into the floor.
"Unnnn... ohhh..." she sobbed, moving her head to one side.
Bart was biting her neck again, almost drawing blood this time. The young woman
thought he was dragging out her insides when he flexed his thighs and pulled his cock
halfway out of her shitter. He held it there, propping his body up on his thick-muscled
arms and studying the young woman, pinned down by his legs, his belly and his cock.
She was impaled, her ass split wide open by his fat dick.
"Man, whatta lay! Fuck... she's terrific!" "Hey, you think she's turnin' onto you as much
as Ranger?" one of the bikers cried out, feeling his stiff cock under his Levi's.
"Shut up, fucker," Bart growled angrily, flashing a hard look at his buddy. "You just
wanna get in her, yourself. Man, you're achin' to stick your cock in her butt... all of
you," Bart added, twisting his face around and taking them all in with one look.
They quieted down lowering their eyes and shifting their feet uneasily. Bart ruled the
roost – there wasn't any question about that. The command he had over the others was
impressive. Claudette had no doubt they'd kill if he wanted them to. Right now he
wanted them to watch him fuck her in the ass – watch and wish they could be in his
place, spreading her buttocks apart with their hands and shoving their pricks into her
shitter.
"Uhhhh!" Claudette cried again.
Bart was lying on top of her again, crushing her with his muscular weight. She could
feel the hairs on his belly tickling her back as his legs moved up and down the backs of
hers. His hands rested heavily on her upper arms, pinning her torso tightly to the floor.
At the same time Bart was moving his thighs back down, sliding his cock into the girl's
bunghole.
Claudette cried out, squeezing her eyes shut. Oh, how it hurt! She tried to relax, tried
to help him fuck her. It was the only way she could ease the pain. But her body was too
tense, too offended by the dick worming its way into her bung. He was drilling his
hard-on into her as if he were looking for oil. His breathing became shallow and
uneven as his thighs started pumping regularly.
Claudette was surprised at how her shitter was accommodating to the size of Bart's
cock. At the beginning, the young blonde teenager had been certain she'd be injured
permanently when he drove his dick into her. But now she found he was fucking her
asshole easily, with little resistance. The pain was gone. Claudette guessed that if she
could have relaxed just a bit more, this strange way of fucking would even become
highly pleasurable.
But the blonde teenager found Bart's fucking too brutal, especially in this strange
position. Claudette was grateful simply for the numbness that had replaced the sharp,
near-killing pain at the beginning.
"Yeah... uhhhhh, fuck... yeah... shit!"
He pounded his dick into her, driving deep into her asshole. She let her mindless
tormentor rip into her asshole without a struggle. Why should she? The pain was gone,
and it was futile to struggle for her honor. Honor? That had drifted away the second
she let that animal lick her off. No, all she had left to live for was the primal animal
drive – the will to survive at any cost. She was being held captive by animals. She had
been ravaged by an animal and was now reduced to an animal. Honor, pride, dignitynone 
of those existed here.
"Ohhhh, God!"
At that point the young woman felt Bart's cock start jerking around in her asshole. He
was going to cum, going to shoot his jism deep into her shitter. The young woman
clawed wildly at the floor, breaking some of her nails as she waited for the ultimate
humiliation.
"Shit! I'm... I'm... ahhhh, fuck!"
Bart's body jerked on top of hers. The breath was knocked out of her as he twisted and
humped wildly against her. One final thrust brought gouts of sticky cum burning into
her hole. There was no excitement now for her .All she felt was an incredible wave of
sickness sweep over her. Bart shoved one hand under her thigh, moving it down until
he started shoving his fingers into her dry cunthole.
Claudette cried out, trying to snap her legs together and work that offending hand out
of her cunt. But Bart's legs were keeping her from doing this. All she could do was
moan, rock her body as best she could and pray to God the big biker would finish his
orgasm quickly.
After some time had passed, Bart relaxed, pulling his hand from under her cunt and
yanking his dick free. Hot jizz dripped onto the small of her back and oozed into her
ass crease. The drops made her flinch. She doubled her fists, opening them each time a
drop hit her body. Her nails bit into her palms, and she wept.
What a low level she had sunk to – licked off by a Doberman, fucked in the ass by this
animal. God only knows what other horrors lay ahead for her.
Bart's legs still pinned her hips. His cock was aimed at her ass as he straddled her. He
was in a half-crouch, lining up for a second attack on her shithole.
"Hey, come on. Man, you gonna have her all night while we hang around here?" the
first biker said, disgust filling his voice.
"Okay, man... okay. Shit, you're a fuckin' pain in the ass sometimes, Bob."
The tall dark-haired biker grinned, scratching his beard, satisfied he'd managed to get
Bart off the girl. This meant they'd have a chance to fuck her.
"Hey, I don't care if the goddamn dog's been licking' her. Man, I ain't fucked a broad
for over a week. Come on," the second biker said.
Claudette peered up at the man. He was fairly tall with scraggly long blond hair that
hung past his shoulders. There were several tattoos up and down his arms. Of all the
bikers he was the fattest, his beer belly hanging over his belt. She watched numbly as he
unhooked his buckle, then pushed the buttons of his fly through the holes and split
open his Levi's. A six-inch, extremely fat cock fell out. He dropped one hand to it,
curling his dirty stubby fingers around that prong, and started milking it, rubbing his
hand over the hot flesh until clear drops of pre-cum started oozing from his piss-slit. He
licked his lips, staring hotly at the naked blonde teen under him.
The agony of being fucked in the ass faded quickly under the threat of being raped by
this animal. She'd fought off Bart in the field hours ago, but now she was too
exhausted, too defeated to do anything except submit.
"Man, I ain't been this horny in a long time."
"Okay, man... okay. You got her, if you don't mind gettin' dog spit on your cock, Jack,"
Bart said, shaking his head back and forth as he shoved his flaccid cock back into his
pants.
"Who the fuck cares. She's got a good tight little pussy, I'll bet. That's all I care the fuck
about," the big man growled, shoving his pants down to his ankles and stepping out of
them.
Claudette drew one knee up protectively, twisting around and looking helplessly at
Bart. There was no one, no place to turn to for help. She felt him grab her shoulder and
twist her around violently. When she didn't move quickly enough for him, he stepped
to one side and kicked her just below the ribs.
Claudette let out a moan, rolling over and covering her face with one arm. Jack kicked
her legs apart and dropped to his knees, his legs grazing her thighs. He took her hips
and drew the girl's body toward him. Claudette knew she was going to be taken like an
animal, fucked quickly and hard, then thrown away like an old used Kleenex.
"Ummf!" Claudette grunted as Jack threw himself over her body and fitted his cockhead
between her cuntlips.
He was swearing at her, reaching down and rubbing her cuntlips between his thumbs
and fore fingers as he pushed and shoved his cock into her pussy-hole. The biker
complained she was too dry, even with the animal's spit still in there. God, how could
she become excited over something as horrible as this? His breath reeked of stale beer
and tobacco. His body hadn't been washed for days, it seemed, and the stubble on his
cheeks and chin scraped painfully against her sensitive white flesh.
Still Claudette tried to oblige him, closing her eyes and pretending the animal slithering
over her belly and tits was actually the muscleman, Jack, who had broken her cherry
only a few days ago.
Concentrate! Think! Don't let this lowlife take over your mind completely, Claudette
told herself as Jack started pounding his cock like a madman up her snatch.
"Man, she's gettin' warm. I knew it... she's gettin' warm!" the blond said between
grunts.
It was true. Claudette could feel her hot pussy-oil starting to seep from the depths of
her pussy. She adjusted her position, raising her legs a little higher, feeling the soles of
her feet banging against the biker's humping back. He was drilling his raping cock into
her faster and harder.
Unlike the others, this one was pure animal, less human than the Doberman that had
licked out her cunt. Pinning her down by the shoulders with his big hands, Jack
pounded her pussy, the wet squishy sounds of fucking filling the room. In the
background Claudette could hear the other men encouraging him, telling him not to
cum too fast. As the young woman grew more and more excited with the images
filtering through her mind, she begged him to go slow, not to shoot his wad. She was
still climbing, not nearly as close to orgasm as Jack.
"Yeah, baby, you like it good and slow. You like to shoot off. Well, man, if you can't
cum fast enough, it ain't my fault," Jack grunted, still pistoning his cock into her hard
and fast.
Claudette groaned, rolling her head from side to side. She pictured the muscleman back
at the gym, felt his hands gently caressing her body. Felt his legs wrapped around hers
and pinning her to the bed. It wasn't Jack, the biker. It was Jack, the gymnast, fucking
her, drilling his cock deeper and deeper into her cunt until she thought it would come
out of her ass.
Moaning louder, the young blonde started shifting her ass back and forth, tilting it up
so that hard fat dick could rub against her clit.
"Ungh! Ungh! Ungh!"
Jack was fingering her thighs, forcing apart her pussy-lips with his dick and hands. Oh
God, she was split wide open, fucked to the limit. And still Jack kept on, his face red
and contorted with lust. She could feel the slapping of his fat balls against her
asscheeks. Oh it was so good, so awfully good! The young girl arched her back, dancing
her tight ass around the floor as she jerked her hands up and threw them around the
big man's neck.
She was actually begging him to fuck her harder, to make her cum! This was the animal
who had laughed at her when she'd been licked off by Ranger, fucked in the ass by
Bart. She should have felt nothing but revulsion and horror. Instead, all she could do
was beg for more!
"Shit, baby... gonna shoot!"
Claudette cried, out, squeezing her eyelids tightly together and hunching back. She
slapped her belly hard against Jack's, tilting her thighs up first to the right, then to the
left, getting the maximum amount of friction from the big man's cock. Tears oozed
from under her closed lids. She hated herself for giving in to the biker like this. In spite
of the throbbing itch between her thighs, the young girl loathed this man and all the
others. She tightened her jaw as his weight pressed her down.
"Nooooo!" the girl walled.
She tightened up as he rode her. Their bodies collided over and over as a cry of sexual
greed was ripped from the girl's throat. She held onto him tightly, pulling his chest
hard against her tits, impaling her cunt on his hard cock.
As the first bursts of jizz burned into her cunt she cried out like an animal, kicking one
leg high and flinging both of them around Jack. She pounded his back with her heels.
She held on as he shoved forward, driving his cock up her slit, spattering his cum all
over her pussy. Her snatch convulsed again, gripping his shooting dick, shaking all the
jizz it could with its slippery clutching walls.
Claudette wished this could go on for days. How wonderfully, incredibly good it was to
feel a cock inside her. This had only been the second one in her pussy. But already the
young girl was sensing the wild needs of her body. Even after this ordeal was over and
past, she would need men in a way no other woman did. There was a dark force un
leashed in her mind that would demand cockmeat until they laid her in the grave.
Claudette kept him prisoner between her legs until Jack grunted, knocked her hands
away from his broad shoulders and inched back. He pushed away, grunting like a pig,
searching for his pants. The young woman dropped her legs from his back, staring at
him as he staggered up and dressed without even looking down at her.
"Good?" Bart asked.
"Yeah... not bad," Jack muttered, hitching up his jeans.
"What about you, Doug? You ain't said shit since the cunt's come into the room. You
waitin' for her to go and ask for your dick?" Bart asked, raising his eyebrows.
"Naw... ain't interested in her yet. Got somethin' else planned for her, maybe," he said,
scratching his balls and looking away from the ravaged young woman.
Claudette pushed herself up from the floor, brushing the tangled strands of blonde hair
from her eyes. She felt as dirty as the men surrounding her. She'd been abused most
foully, and in front of all these men. She was a bathmat, a toilet bowl!
"Man, ain't gonna be much of her left," Jack said, buttoning up his fly and moving to a
chair on the other side of the table.
"Hey, we ain't done nothin' to her... I mean, we ain't really got goin' with her, if you
know what I mean," Doug said, turning to Bart.
"I wanna get her cleaned up before we start that shit. It ain't fun watchin' some damn
dishrag twistin' around on a rope," Bart said, looking down at Claudette.
The blonde couldn't understand what they were talking about. But doubtlessly it was
about another torture, some new humiliation they would involve her in.
"Can't waste time. Can't keep her here all fuckin' week. Come on, baby... get yourself
cleaned up," Bart said, reaching down and hauling the blonde teen to her feet.
Claudette staggered, swaying back and forth, pitching forward as she tried to regain her
balance. Her cunt hurt from the savage rape. She felt trickles of jizz ooze from her
asshole and her pussy, wetting her clawed thighs. Only now did the young girl realize
what kind of horror the men had already put her through.
Raped – raped so brutally,, she could barely stand up!
"Hey, move it!" Jack shouted, reaching over and hitting her on the ass.
Claudette squealed, jerking forward and sweeping one hand behind her to knock away
the offending arm.
"This way," Bart said, pushing back a folding partition the young girl hadn't noticed
when she'd entered the dimly lit cabin. There was a shower stall on one side of the
cabin. Undoubtedly the men felt she was getting too used, too dirty to be fun any more.
Claudette took the soap handed to her and stepped into the white metal stall, feeling
that if gas instead of hot water had shot from the spigot she wouldn't have been
surprised. Soon droplets of warm water splashed against her body, washing away the
dirt, sweat and cum that had stained her silken flesh. For a few minutes the young
woman felt completely free of the terrors of that biker gang. She turned around in the
shower, tilting her head back, letting the comforting water splash over her face and
wash her blonde hair.
It was as if all her problems, all her perversions were being washed away. She'd be clean
in a few minutes – but clean for what? That thought sobered the young woman. She
pulled the plastic curtain over the doorway, blocking out Bart's sneering face for a few
seconds.
But the unnerving question of what else was in store for her took away what little
pleasure she'd had from the shower.


Chapter 8

"All nice and squeaky clean!" Bart said in a mocking voice.
Claudette wrapped the large terrycloth bathtowel he had given her tightly around her
body, dabbing her wet hair with one end of it. Droplets of water still rolled down her
throat and legs as she walked back into the room.
"Guess who's all ready for another go at you?"
Claudette saw the Doberman standing in the middle of the room, just in front of the
table. His eyes were bright and dancing in his head and his black stubby tail wiggled
back and forth. Oh no – no! She couldn't go through with that again! She'd just
showered, taken the immediate past and wash ed it down the drain. Now they were
going to try to bring it back to her.
"Please..." she said in a tiny voice, crouching down, clutching the towel around her
body. Terror knifed through her. She cou1dn't let them do this to her again!
"Man, you ain't got much of a choice. We ask you to eat shit... you do it! But we got a
few more things for you, baby."
Claudette looked curiously at the big biker, then turned around and examined the room
more closely. There had been several changes in it since she'd stopped into that shower
stall. The table and chairs had been shoved to one side of the cabin, giving the building
the appearance of a large dance hall, cleared for some kind of celebration. Some kind of
strange device had been hauled in and moved, to one end of the cabin.
At first, all the young woman could make out were several poles and chains. One larger
than the others stood from the floor to ceiling, tightly wedged into place. A few smaller
poles were driven through the large one. What looked like harnesses and handcuffs
hung from them.
Claudette wrinkled up her forehead and narrowed her eyes. They were meant for her!
Of that the young woman was certain. What kind of things were they? How could
anyone possibly become excited with these? "Yeah, that's what I was talkin' about,
baby.
Bet you ain't got this kind of equipment at the gym... huh?"
Claudette said nothing, but watched carefully as Doug walked over to the pole and
slipped one of the harnesses off a crosspole, turning it over in one hand and examining
it closely.
"It'll fit her. Come here!" he ordered, raising his eyes to the cringing girl.
Claudette swallowed hard, still clutching the towel tightly to her throat and tits. She
moved away from Bart, thinking how strange it was that she considered that big man
actually as a kind of protector against the others.
"Get rid of that fuckin' towel!" Doug growled, reaching up' to take one end of the bath
towel and pulling it down roughly. Claudette cried out, jerking her hands over her tits
and cunt. It was silly, she knew. Especially considering what had just happened to her,
she shouldn't feel any sense of shame or modesty in front of these men. Still, one part
of her mind kept reasserting itself, telling her what was happening was wrong and she
should be doing everything she could to keep what morality she had left.
"What..."
"Just shut up," Doug said, slipping the leather harness over her shoulders and waist,
buckling the neck straps tightly to a large metal ring between her tits. The shoulder
straps followed. "Man, this chick's gonna really dance when I get through," Doug said,
saliva bubbling from the corners of his mouth.
Claudette shivered when she felt him fasten the two waist straps to a smaller ring just
over her navel. Then she felt a narrow piece of leather being pushed into her asscrack,
slipped over the narrow silky band of flesh between her shitter and pussy, then moved
up to her belly. Doug attached that one to the ring over her belly button. She was laced
up now, engirdled by that black leather. The rings started to warm up with her body
heat, and the leather became wet with sweat. She stood there, feeling like a spirited
mare being broken by her masters.
"Let's hang her up."
"Man, get her upside down and we can all butt fuck her good."
"Tie her down with those fuckin' cuffs. Get her ass up to her shoulders!"
Claudette heard the men discussing what they were going to do to her. It was as if she
were living through the Spanish Inquisition. She listened to them half in disbelief,
thinking this were some kind of weird movie. Finally they compromised on a position
and moved her toward the large vertical pole. .More cuffs and chains were slid off the
cross-poles and fastened to her wrists and ankles. Claudette begged them to stop. Even
the dog started looking better as she felt the weight of the long chains pull her body.
Doug just sneered, and the others ignored her. He checked the cuffs, tightening them
until the blonde teen squealed.
"Get her up!"
It was then the blonde teen noticed several eyescrews driven into the ceiling directly
above her.
The men stood up on chairs pulled back for the occasion as Doug took both of the
girl's arms and stretched them high over her head. Jack and Bart slipped the chains
attached to the wristcuffs to two eyescrews.
"Now the legs."
Claudette twisted her head around, peering over one shoulder as Doug moved behind
her. She could still bend her elbows slightly. At least the chains weren't holding her
inches off the floor as she'd seen in some pictures showing prisoners in dungeons of
medieval castles.
"Ohhhhh!"
Claudette felt the big man's hands wrap around her ankles. He was pulling her body
back, dragging her feet behind her. The young woman's face contorted in fear as she
tried to jerk her legs up and kick free of Doug's grip. But his hands were too strong. He
kept on pulling, finally jerking them off the floor.
"Oh God!" the girl cried out, closing her eyes and jerking in pain.
She'd pitched forward, feeling her heart contract as she instinctively braced for a fall on
her face. But the chains attaching her wrists to the ceiling held firm. Her arms nearly
jerked from their sockets as the weight of her body fell onto them. Her tits dangled
from her chest, bobbing as the young woman kept screaming in fear and pain.
"Shut up, baby. This ain't half whatcha gonna feel," Doug growled, holding her legs as
Jack and Bart slid their chairs back.
He handed the chains dangling from the ankle cuffs to each man, who then attached
the ends to two more hooks screwed tightly into the ceiling. When they were through,
Claudette was hanging like a hunk of beef in a meat cooler. Her body was bowed
toward the floor and her arms and legs were strained with the weight of her suspended
form. She felt the leather straps of her harness cutting into her flesh. The ones around
her shoulders were especially painful. The young blonde tried to adjust her position to
make it more comfortable, but it was impossible. The more she moved in her restraints,
the harder the leather bit into her flesh.
"Havin' a good time, baby? Enjoy this as much as you do swingin' that ass around the
gym?" Bart mocked, moving up to her and running his hands up and down her belly.
When he reached her cunt, the big man rubbed the leather strap pressing into it back
and forth, irritating her clit. Surprisingly, Claudette found herself responding positively
to that feeling. In spite of herself, she began to warm up, feeling her cunt rumbling
with growing lust as Bart kept up the motion. He knew what he was doing. When she
opened her eyes and looked down at him, she could tell he understood what was
happening to her cunt. Reaching around the strap, the biker slipped two fingers into
her cunthole and felt her pussy-muscles constrict, snapping shut on the intrusion.
Yes, she was hot, ready for whatever they could throw at her. Her nipples were growing
stiff again, dark with lust, and cunt juice dripped in frothy drops from her pussy hole.
As Bart's fingers scraped the sensitive folds and hollows of her pussy-mouth, Claudette
felt the wet leather slip deeper into her slit, exciting her even more.
"Lesson time," Bart said, sighing as he withdrew his fingers with a squishy pop.
Claudette shivered, feeling her cuntal walls collapse and contract involuntarily. She was
actually ready for another cock. Oh God! She'd just finished fucking, and already she
was instinctively begging for more! Was she turning into some kind of nymphomaniac?
The young woman had read stories about women who couldn't have enough dick. But
she thought they were just porno stories or studies about a few very sick women. But
now she could understand what kind of private hell these women suffered.
"Yeah," Doug said, unbuckling his belt.
"Hey, why bother with that? We've got the real thing now. Remember the run we had
up to 'Frisco? Got the shit up there," Bart said, nodding at a small wood chest standing
to one side of the vertical pole.
Doug smiled, walking over to the chest, opening it and fishing around inside. Claudette
watched with growing horror. Instinctively she knew what he would drag out, and
when she saw a black braided bullwhip in his hand, the young girl could only
congratulate herself on her foreknowledge. The others backed away as Doug examined
the whip lovingly, looking up at the young woman, then back at the whip.
She saw his cock bulging against the front of his Levi's. He looked bigger than any of
them. Oh, why didn't he want to fuck? Her pussy was hot, wet, tight. Shifting her
position once more and making her body bob, the young blonde felt the leather strap
pressing tightly against her cunt slit. Now it was rubbing hard against her slick stiff cut.
Juice bubbled out of her cuntal slit like lava, drip ping from the ends of that harness
strap, wetting her pussy-curls, collecting on the ends of her snatch-hairs like dewdrops.
She started breathing hard as she concentrated on that long thick bulge pressing hard
against Doug's pants. He was going to beat her, strip her flesh from her body with that
whip. Still, all she could do was wet herself with pussy-juice.
Doug stepped back, gripping the long handle of the bullwhip tightly. He stood off to
the girl's right, dragging the end of his whip in a broad circle under the teen's head. He
watched as she took in the glistening black leather. His breathing became labored when
he saw her flesh pucker up into goose pimples, and a thin layer of sweat made her skin
glisten.
"Ready, honey?"
Claudette moaned, turning her head away. She tensed, waiting for the first blow. Her
shivering made the chains rattle. She watched incredulously as Doug drew his arm
back, then snapped it forward.
There w a loud cracking sound as the braided end of the whip snapped in the air high
above the biker's head. Claudette screamed, her body twitching at that loud report. It
was as if someone had fired off a gun in her ear. At the last moment, the young woman
saw the whip sucking through the air, coming down at her body. She tensed, closing
her eyes and waiting for the inevitable pain.
The whip bit into the flesh just below her ribs. She cried out, jerking her arms and legs,
making the chains rattle noisily. Her tits rolled together, then flew apart as the young
woman struggled in her bonds. The cords stood out in her neck and the tendons
beneath her thighs bulged out against her flesh. Claudette's long blonde hair whipped
across her face as a cry of pain ripped from her throat.
Oh God, she'd never felt anything so awful in her life!
Finally the pain subsided. The teen peered through the hair curtaining her face. Doug
was standing there, actually rubbing the handle of the whip against his crotch. She
watched as a dark stain appeared just at the end of the bulge between his legs. He
watched her hanging there, watched a long dark red welt appear on the spot where the
leather whip had torn into her flesh.
"No, please... no more!" the girl cried, her head hanging between her stretched arms.
Oh, how her shoulders and thighs ached from this unnatural suspension! Her back felt
as if it were going to break in two. And he had only begun this torture! Oh, of only she
could faint, if only she could pass out and not face the pain that was surely to come!
Doug drew his right hand back again.
"Baby, I'm gonna keep this up until... shit, I don't know how long, bitch."
Claudette watched the whip arc through the air once more. Her eyes widened. She
trembled, screaming as loudly as she could as the braided end of that whip bit into her
thigh. He kept on flogging her, now hard, now lightly, always with a steady, rapidly
building rhythm. The small cabin echoed with the shot – like sounds of the whip as it
snapped over his head, then cut into the girl's tortured body. Criss-crossed stripes
appeared on her ass, thighs, back and arms.
Claudette's screams grew in intensity. She thought she could feel her flesh coming off
her bones. The young woman was afraid to open her eyes for fear of seeing her body
ripped to shreds. And yet, in spite of the pain, the blonde teen actually felt her pussy
glow like a burning coal. The strap cutting into her snatch slid back and forth,
stimulating the nerve-ends in her snatch. The young woman groaned in pain and
excitement as the whip kept flailing at her body.
"Shit!" Doug suddenly cried.
Claudette opened her eyes and watched as the front of his pants darkened. He was
cumming, actually shooting his wad without anyone having touched him! He dropped
the whip from his trembling fingers and staggered back, closing his eyes and snapping
his head to one side as he rubbed his crotch rapidly up and down with both hands.
"Man, happens every time. He keeps wantin' to fuck a broad and winds up jerkin'
himself off," Brad said, laughing as he watched his buddy cum in his pants.
When it was over, Doug looked guiltily at his buddies, then kicked the whip angrily
across the floor. Claudette sighed with relief. The others didn't seem too interested in
keeping her suspend ed from the ceiling. Maybe they would let her down. The pain was
becoming excruciating in her shoulders.
"She's drippin' juice," Bart said, examining her red-hot cunt.
He touched the strap and watched as her pussy-muscles contracted, trying to suck it in.
Rubbing his fingers over her clit, he smiled as Claudette groaned, twisting her body as
best she could in the chains, clenching her teeth together as her cunt sputtered in pre
orgasmic spasms.
"Get her down," he said softly.
Claudette mumbled thank-you's as Jack and Bob drew the chairs forward again and
slipped the chains suspending her feet from the eyehooks. The blonde teen almost
passed out from relief. She felt her toes touch the floor. Soon the girl's arms were back
at her sides, much lighter than before after the two men unsnapped the chains from the
wristcuffs. How her arms ached! She wondered if that hanging had made her any taller.
Somehow that thought made her smile.
"You ain't got nothin' to laugh about!" Bart snapped, raising one hand and making the
girl cry out suddenly, her smiling expression quickly altering to one of fear and pain.
"Better," he said, calmly watching as the two men finished up by removing the
wristcuffs, anklecuffs and harness.
Claudette staggered back and forth, weak from the beating. Her flesh ached. Examining
her body as best she could, the young blonde saw she wasn't injured nearly as much as
she had earlier thought.
Doug had been careful, directing the whip to the fleshy parts of her body that could
absorb the lash. Long red stripes marred her skin. Those, she guessed, would disappear
with time.
"Come on, baby... beg for the dog!" Bart suddenly said, pushing her back roughly.
"What?"
"Man, you beg your fuckin' heart out for the dog, or I'll make sure you get back up in
that fuckin' harness and..."
Bart didn't have to finish. The young woman knew he'd turn Doug back on her. And
this time... Oh, no, it would be far better if she played along with them. This ordeal
couldn't last much longer. Soon they'd have to let her go or face the possibility of her
family and friends reporting her missing to the police.
"Ranger, please... come here," the blonde said; bending down and clapping her hands
together.
She looked up for approval from Bart. He smiled, snapping his fingers in front of him
as he glanced down at the trembling animal.
"Wave that butt around, baby. Come on turn around and wiggle your ass like a
goddamned bitch."
Claudette blushed furiously, turned around as she was told and moved her tight little
ass back and forth, placing her hands on her knees and bending forward slightly as if
she were going to take a shit right there in the cabin.
"Yeah... yeah!" Bart said, laughing and slap ping his knees. "Get on the fuckin' floor
and take him, baby. Take the goddamn mutt in your fuckin' cunt."
Claudette had no choice. Kneeling first, the young teenager rolled over onto her ass.
She propped herself with her feet placed slightly behind her ass. The big dog watched
her, his body quivering with growing sexual excitement. Claudette felt her heated cunt
growing tighter and tighter. Her nostrils flared.
She didn't care what the others thought any more. The beating, watching Doug cum in
his pants while beating her, the sensation of that wet leather strap cutting into her
pussy-crack – it all had driven her so close to climax. Now she was sit ting with her
legs spread apart, waiting for the animal to make his advance. She didn't care what took
care of her pussy. All the young woman knew was that she wanted dick, something to
take care of her twat.
"Ohhhh!"
Claudette's nostrils burned as the animal lazily crossed over to her, sitting on his
haunches with his tongue hanging out one corner of his mouth. He seemed excited,
and yet he was toying with her, purposely holding back. He was teasing her, working
her up higher by withholding his oral caresses.
"Ummmmm..." the young girl moaned, pushing her ass up off the floor and rocking it
slightly back and forth.
Ohhhh, how delicious it felt to have the velvety surfaces of her pussy rubbing together.
The stinging whip marks seemed to disappear as her cunt grew hotter.
She couldn't let herself get carried away like that. Jerking off a dog, encouraging him to
– no, that was too dark, too awful. Looking up, she saw a strange look come into Bart's
eyes. Had he wanted her to – no, he'd have to force her into that scene!


Chapter 9

Claudette glanced down at the Doberman's stiffening cock. A tiny point of red peeked
out of the sheath. She reached out again and started massaging him. It was wonderful,
feeling that soft warm fur tickle her fingers and palm. She needed that animal so badly,
so very badly.
"Good dog," Claudette said, slipping her hand under his powerful chest.
Gingerly she felt back along the short fur there until she found the bulge of his
cocksheath.
"NO!" she cried, jerking her hand away with shame.
As the dog whimpered and licked her arm, Claudette inched back her fingers until she
was pet ting his throat once more. Licking, yes – fucking, no, no, no!
"Good dog," she gasped, feeling his cock slide out from his sheath.
Trembling, she pulled at the loose skin in a way she knew would excite him. Ranger
lapped at her wrist, then licked himself. She let go, shuddering, wondering what kind of
forces had driven her to do such a vile thing. Falling back on the floor, she tilted her
cunt up toward him.
Ranger nosed her thigh, then dragged his tongue up along her cuntmound. Her
cuntlips peeled back as blood filled them. It was wonderful, delicious! Claudette bad
forgotten it was an animal between her legs. Once more her growing sexual need had
blotted out everything around her except her pussy.
"Yessss... ohhhh, God in heaven... help me!" the girl cried.
She pulled her cuntlips farther apart with her fingers so the hot slick tongue of the big
Doberman could reach every inch of it. She was as excited as the animal. Oh, why
couldn't his licking be harder? The ass-fucking, the beating – everything that had
happened since her last experience with Ranger had made her expect rough handling
followed by in credibly powerful climaxes. Her juicy cuntlips clicked around his black
snout. She found she was doing more than just opening herself to the animal. Her
fingers strayed into her cuntal slit. She plowed the slippery folds apart and let her nails
cut into the tender softness.
Claudette gasped. Her head was spinning. The animal was starting to edge his teeth
against her thighs. Then he licked her cunt again. The girl shivered and arched her
back up from the dirty cabin floor. She shoved one finger into her cunt and searched
around, feeling the velvety walls shiver at her touch.
The blonde let out a whimpering gasp from her throat. Roughly she gripped the fur
around Ranger's neck and shoved the dog's nose into her seeping cunt.
Ohhh, what wild feelings surged through her body! She needed something to fill her
cunt with. Fingers wouldn't be any good. Cock! Oh yes, cock-inches and inches of hot
throbbing dickmeat forcing her itchy cuntwalls apart, rubbing her clit, making her
hunch her slender thighs for more! That's what she needed, and that was precisely what
Bart and the others were depriving her of. They wanted to see her beg for it, to crawl
over hot coals for it, to plead – almost pray for it. Hers was a wild need that went
beyond needing a climax. Claudette wanted someone to take hold of her, possess her
completely. She had begun realizing this when they'd slipped her into the leather
harness and hauled her off the floor. Dangling like that, tortured by Doug, the young
woman had felt the thrill of being completely humbled by a tower of masculine power
That's what she needed – a man to have complete control over her. Instead, she was
forced to satisfy herself with this Doberman.
"Oh God... harder... harder!" Claudette screamed.
Ranger was concentrating his licking on her pussy. Each time he pushed his pink
tongue into the steamy folds, Claudette tried hard to imagine a cock. Yes, a hard thick
dick, something like Bart had dangling between his hard-muscled legs.
"Man, she's really gone outta her head," Doug said, scratching his balls and shifting his
position.
His dick was getting longer and harder as he watched the blonde teenager get eaten out
by the Doberman.
"Oh, yes... yes!" the girl cried, tilting her head back.
She moved her ass on the floor, feeling her skin slide over the mixture of sweat, spit
and cuntjuice under her butt. She flexed her thigh muscles, making her legs cramp in
the position she was in. But oh, she couldn't move! No, that might send the animal
away. And she was far too hot to take care of herself. The men might purposely keep
her fingers away from her pussy, anyway, teasing her more and more until she finally
passed out from frustration.
"Go for it, baby! Go on... let him lick you off," Jack said, wiping his mouth with the
back of his hand.
"Yeah, let ol' Ranger stick his tongue up your snatch," Bob added, his eyes wide with
lust.
Claudette moved so he could go deeper. If only he could make his tongue harder,
stiffer, then she could keep her fantasy of it being a dick. But still, this wasn't too bad.
Ranger growled and gouged roughly around the edges of her cunt. His broad black
back humped as his instincts started guiding him. Claudette stiffened, tossing her head
from side to side, and sucked in a little breath.
She could hear the big Doberman whining through his nose. His tongue seemed to be
all over her body at once. He was smelling her again, pressing his snout against her
cunt and inhaling deeply, then backing off a bit and lapping at her pussy once more.
When the tip of his tongue was pressed against her cunt again, the young woman made
a crying noise in her throat. She could feel the long, hot, wet sweeping movement of his
tongue across her cuntmound.
Ohhh, if only this could last forever! If only she could last forever!
"Hey, baby, what's the matter? The mutt not big enough for you?" Bart sneered.
"Shit, she'd probably like a goddamn Greyhound Bus rammim' that twat!" Jack said,
laughing as he watched the big Doberman drill his tongue deep into the groaning girl's
pussy.
"Oh yes, Ranger... yesss..."
Somehow the young woman moved around without letting the animal's tongue leave
her pussy. Claudette found herself on her hands and knees, her fingers curled and
digging into the floor. Could she go this far? Could she actually encourage the animal
to fuck her?
"Man, mount her, Ranger," Bart said, his eyes widening with pleasure. He hadn't
thought the young blonde would go this far.
"Man, she's gonna let him fuck her," Jack said.
"Hey, she's beggin' him for it. She ain't askin', man. This bitch is too hot," Bob said,
folding his arms tightly across his chest and rubbing his legs together to take care of his
hardening dick.
"Ain't nothin' she can't take. Probably could hang her back up in the chains and she'd
love it," Doug said hopefully, his eyes moving for a second up to the empty eyehooks.
"Oh God, yes... yes," Claudette whispered between her clenched teeth.
The tickle was excruciating between her thighs. She spread her knees apart to give the
Doberman room to mount her. Ranger pushed forward, licking at her ass, wetting each
cheek thoroughly. Oh yes, she had to have something – anything – inside her cunt.
She needed something stiff and hot and hard deep inside her. It would have been good
for Bart to kick that dog away, drop his pants and stick his cunt-splitter into her
dripping snatch.
Yes, she'd imagine it was Bart mounting her when the animal jumped up and wrapped
his forelegs around her belly and started fucking her. She just had to drive the idea
from her mind that it was a dog fucking her. It would be just the touch, just the
sensation of one hot wet surface rubbing against another. It wouldn't be just the idea of
a dog doing it to her.
She felt his paws scratch at her asscheeks, then a furry sensation against her cunt. His
weight was on her back. Claws scraped her skin painfully. But the young blonde bit her
lower lip, sucking in the blood, trying to think only of the hunger rumbling in her
pussy. She had her back bowed, her ass thrust out to make the angle of her pussy right.
Was it possible for a woman to do that? Claudette didn't know. She hadn't really
watched animals fucking in the streets. Her parents had tried to shelter her from such
obscenities. How would they react if they could see her now, crouched down in a cabin,
watched by all these men as she screamed and begged for a Doberman to fuck her?
"Man, she's a pro... even looks like half the bitches we see fuckin' in the kennels," Doug
commented dryly.
What was happening? Ranger was holding tightly onto her belly, bucking his ass
sharply in the instinctive movements of fucking. A wild thrill filled the young woman.
Her long blonde hair hung down to curtain her face. She felt the weight of her big tits
hanging and pulling at her chest as she waited on her hands and knees for the
Doberman to fuck her.
Claudette's tight ass moved and dipped. Something brushed her buttcrack. It was very
hot, hard and slick. Oh God, it had to be his cock-that long, knobby, pointed thing
she's touched earlier! Now it was completely out of its sheath, ready to slice into her
hole.
"Fuck... fuck..."
The young blonde was babbling, throwing her ass around in tiny circles, hoping to urge
the dog on. Was it really happening? Wasn't she just dreaming? Wasn't she really
fucking a man? Claudette thought of Bart, of Jack, even of Doug with that interesting
bulge running down almost to his knees.
Oh God, no, she could feel the red tip of the animal's cock as it gouged along her
seeping pussy slit. It was snaking lower, going toward her pussy hole. She could stop
this if she wanted. The men and the animal would be satisfied if she insisted on getting
licked off.
But even the flashes of fear and shame and disgust that poured through the girl's
reeling mind did nothing to stop what was happening. Her excitement was at a fever
pitch. She was walking on the fringe of satisfying her need to have her pussy filled.
None of the men would do it for her. But could she go this far? Could she go over the
limits established by every decent society in the world? No, she couldn't. As the young
blonde tried to make her body mind, the animal's cock slipped in to her cunt mouth.
He lunged hard, driving at least two inches into her.
"No!"
Claudette had only felt a little of it, and a powerful shock of fear and moral agony shot
through her. She was crawling forward, swatting back at the animal, trying to toss him
off her body. Oh God, how close she'd been to degrading herself! She was burning with
incredible lust, still not clear of the danger of fucking the animal. Her tits rose and fell
as she tried to catch her breath. Warm trickles of her cunt juice ran down the insides of
her thighs. She felt as if she were losing her mind. Her heart pounded and her cunt
seeped hot juice. It seemed swollen open, pulsing, throbbing under the dog's attack.
"No!" she repeated, swatting back at the big dog again.
But Ranger wasn't about to be put off slid off for the moment, pushing his snout back
into her cunt. The young woman stiffened, arching her back like a cat, tossing her head
from side to side, moaning steadily through her clenched teeth.
Oh God, how much more of this could she take? He'd been fucking her – fucking her!
And now he was back to licking off her cunt, drilling his tongue into her pussy! As
good as that had been moments ago, it was nothing in comparison to getting fucked.
"Ahhhh..." Claudette groaned.
Claudette moved her ass around again, forgetting how that movement had coaxed the
animal in to mounting her before. But she couldn't control her body. Ranger was
forcing her thighs apart again, pressing the folds of her cunt back to give him room to
lick her dripping clit. The animal wiggled his nose against her cuntal mouth. Claudette
nearly pitched forward. Her thighs trembled and her elbows were bent. She sucked a
ragged breath, mustering all her strength to stay up.
"Hey, baby, come on... give us a little action," Doug said.
"Yeah, how about lettin' ol' Ranger there stick his cock into you again?" Bob suggested,
opening his zipper and pulling out a long stiff dick.
"Maybe she'd like to give you head while gets fucked by the mutt," Bart suggested.
Bob raised his head and smiled broadly as he shoved his Levi's down to just above his
knees and swaggered over to the blonde. The big biker grabbed a handful of her blonde
hair and pulled up, making the young woman cry out sharply.
Claudette opened her eyes and saw an eight-inch cock staring her right in the face. Its
thick blue veins throbbed with lust. A drop of cum started to ooze from a long slit at
the purplish head. The Young blonde wrinkled up her nose when she smelled the odor
of stale sweat and cum reeking from his hairy crotch. "What's the matter, chick? You
don't like dick unless it's animal shit?" Bob asked, his face darkening with anger. Few
women showed the reaction Claudette did.
"Man, you gotta have a tail if you wanna get this one," Bart said, putting both hands on
his thighs and laughing.
"She's gonna give head, man, sooner or later... gonna give head," Bob muttered,
backing up and fingering his dick as he watched the girl's fucking antics with the
Doberman.
Claudette couldn't stand what was happening to her any more. The dog had climbed
back onto her, wrapping his forepaws around her belly and hugging her tightly. The
young blonde didn't think about having a dog on top of her, worrying about his
knobby boner sliding into her cunt any more. All she could feel was a nice warm furry
sensation on her back and her thighs. She groaned, dropping her head and letting it roll
from side to side as she spread her knees farther apart and tilted her cunt back up in a
fucking position. She was gasping in lungfuls of air. The young teen could feel his slick
cock moving along her asscrack once more, slip ping down from her shitter toward the
juice-slicked, bloated lips of her cunt.
"Ohhh, fuck... fuck..." Her voice trailed off as the dog's cock edged up to her cuntlips.
Claudette twisted her ass around frantically. This wasn't a time for her to wonder about
whether to fuck him or not – that decision had been made. She couldn't shake him off
again. She'd die! She needed dick, needed to have her cuntwalls scraped by a cock, any
cock, something good, hard and stiff to take away the horrible itchy ache that drove her
half-mad.
"Now, baby... now!" Bob gasped, his head rolling as much as hers as his fingers worked
up and down over his jerking prick.
Claudette's ass pranced for Ranger's cock. She wanted to run from it, yet wanted to be
caught and raped by that knobby prick at the same time. Tentatively Claudette pushed
one hand under her belly, moving it between her widely spread thighs. She could feel
something hot, something wet touching her wrist.
The animal whined. It had to be his dick! Oh, how hot it was, almost burning her flesh.
Ranger was as excited as she was. Oh, how open she felt. Her knees made her cunt
stretch to its maximum. Then the animal gave his hindquarters a powerful lunge that
nearly took her knees off the floor.
"Ahhh!"
His dick drove along the wet lining of her cunt. The animal's cock seemed too big to
belong to a dog. No, it was almost like getting fucked by a man! Claudette gasped with
delight, tossing her head back and forth. Her hair tangled around her neck. She felt so
incredibly good, so wildly free! She could feel the animal's hot breath blowing against
her neck.. He was enjoying himself too, panting, gasping, matching his breathing with
hers, it seemed. Or was it the other way around? It didn't matter! All that was
important was in her pussy now, reaming her out, forcing her cuntwalls apart and
sinking farther and farther into her body.
"Mmmmm!"
When the dog pulled his cock back for another forward thrust, the young blonde
teenager thought she was going to die. She was enjoying this kind of insanity. Yes! She
could fuck this animal' for days, months, years! She didn't care about the men stand ing
around her now. They had all disappeared. All that mattered was Ranger and her
throbbing, pulsating cunt.
"Man, go for it, honey. Yeah, let ol' Ranger get his dick good and hot in your snatch,"
Bob said, working his fingers faster and faster up and down his cock.
The others had also fished out their dicks and were jacking off, pointing their bloated
pricks at the young woman as she moved her body like a snake's.
"Shit, she didn't do that for me," Bart thought out loud as he smeared more drops of
cum over his prick for lubrication.
"She didn't do that for any of us," Jack added, cupping his fat balls and pressing them
against his cockroot. "All she cares about's her fuckin' cunt."
"We gotta teach her a lesson," Doug said, eyeing the screws in the ceiling again.
"Ah... ah... AHHHH!"
Claudette was getting close. She backed into the dog, jerking her head from side to side,
curling her fingers and clawing at the dirty cabin floor. She felt she was flying through
the roof of the house into the clouds. Her chest tightened, and her mouth went dry as
cotton. The cords in her neck stood out, and sweat made her entire body wet and slick.
She was whimpering, whining, sounding like a bitch as Ranger went into the final
round of fucking.
"She's makin' it," Bart commented.
"Nooooo!"
Claudette could feel the animal's grip tightening. His claws scratched her belly cruelly.
She tried to knock them from her, but the animal still held on, tucking his narrow ass
under her cuntal mound faster and faster while flattening his head in the valley of her
jutting shoulder blades. She could feel his cock ballooning out, stretching apart her
pussy-walls even farther. He was going to shoot his load, cut loose with his doggie jizz.
Claudette screamed again.
Then she could feel gouts of sticky cum shoot out in a long steady stream. It was
scalding her pussy-walls, burning deep in her hole. The young woman cried out again,
wiggling her ass, dipping it and tilting it up so that Ranger's cock would touch her clit
once more.
"Ahhhhh!"
The woman's cum was violent. Claudette screamed again and again, working her ass
around in big circles. Her elbows finally collapsed. She felt her chin strike the floor. She
was cumming, her pussy grabbing at Ranger's shooting dick and holding it tightly
while her clit sputtered and exploded.
Claudette didn't know how long she and the animal had fucked. Her cumming seemed
to be one series after another of violent contractions tearing through her cunt. She
swore, screamed, pounded the floor with her clenched fists, but Ranger still held on and
shot more doggie cum into her pussy.
When he was through, the big Doberman slid off her body, trotting off to the table and
curling up under it. Claudette fell over on one side, drawing her knees up to her tits
and covering her face in. shame.
The ultimate degradation for a woman, and she had been a part of it. All Claudette
wanted to do now was die.


Chapter 10

"Fuck, she smells like a goddamn dog!"
"Hey, baby, you know any hot kennels?"
"You wanna get your food in a doggie bowl?" "Hey, bitch, you paper – trained?"
The four bikers taunted Claudette mercilessly as they beat and kicked her. The young
woman tried covering her face with her hands, folding one leg over the other to protect
her pussy. It had started when she had refused once more to suck Bob's dick. He
became angry, telling her she was nothing more than some goddamn bitch who should
be locked up in a kennel. With that, he started kicking her, beating her with his fists as
she tried to crawl away from him.
"No, stop... please!" she gasped, holding onto one table leg. "I'll do anything. Just don't
hurt me!"
Bart held out one hand as a signal for them to stop.
"Anything... eh, baby? Man, you sure changed. Before, we couldn't get you to fuck.
Now you're gonna do anything... eh? Come on, Bob."
The young biker sneered, whipping his cock out and rubbing it. Claudette watched,
rubbing the bruises on her upper arms as his long dick stiffened and pointed to her.
"Take it, baby. He wants to get sucked off. Give him good head and we might let you
go... might," Bart emphasized, rubbing his cock as Bob positioned himself for the headjob.
Claudette felt his fingers rubbing through her hair, moving down to the sides of her
skull. He held her tightly, his thumbs just under her ears as he drew her face toward his
crotch. The same pungent odor invaded her nostrils, making the girl screw up her face
with disgust.
But Bob didn't care whether she was going to enjoy this or not. He hunched forward,
pushing his cock into her face, rubbing it against her nose, her cheeks, her eyes.
Claudette groaned, pushing her hands against his bare knees. Bob grunted in
disapproval, snapping his knees apart, pushing her hands away. Claudette groaned,
closing her eyes and resigning herself to her fate. Bob squeezed his buttocks together
after drawing back and aiming his dickhead right at the center of her half-open mouth.
He told her to open her mouth, relax that lower jaw. Claudette did as she was told,
pulling her full lips back. Slowly she felt herself being drawn toward that groin again.
Then there was the sensation of a hot dick brushing against her lips. She could taste
something salty and bleachy.
It had to be jizz! Oh God, was he about to shoot off? She hadn't even gotten used to the
idea of sucking off a man, and he was ready to pop off!
"Yeah... yeah..." Bob groaned, arching his back and letting his head roll.
He was fucking her mouth, twisting his hips back and forth, making his dick rotate in
her mouth. Claudette felt it rubbing her teeth, sinking back over her molars, touching
her tonsils. She was trying to swallow, feeling the spit building up in her mouth and
throat. She could see where women could drown while giving head.
"Mmmmf!"
Claudette felt his cock brush against her cheeks, making them puff out. Instinctively the
blonde teenager flicked her tongue at the thick rod, working it over the tight scar where
his foreskin had been cut away. His wiry cockhair tickled her nostrils, and she sucked
as hard as she could. Gradually Claudette got used to the idea of a cock in her mouth.
She didn't particularly like it, but the girl knew the more enthusiastic she acted and the
harder she sucked, the sooner Bob would shoot off.
"Lick it, baby... suck it... swing on it. Shit, I knew she liked givin' head!"
Bob groaned, slamming his groin harder into Claudette's face. The girl could hardly
breathe! She felt his belly pressing against her nose, the flesh blocking her nasal
passages and the cock shoved down her throat prevented the blonde from breathing
through her mouth. Claudette panicked, jerking her hands up and pressing the palms
against Bob's flat belly. She had to have air!
"Man... man..." Bob groaned, rocking back on his heels and drawing out his dick a few
inches.
Claudette sighed with relief, gasping in air as she returned to flicking her tongue up
and down the full length of his dick. At the same time the blonde reached down with
one hand and cupped his hairy balls, rolling them from side to side, squeezing them
gently, shoving them tightly against his dickroot.
Bob's eyes widened. "Shit, this broad's better 'n most of them T.J. whores," he gasped.
"Yeah, we oughtta sign her up on most of our runs," Bart said, watching with interest
as Claudette bobbed her head up and. down on his buddy's dick.
She had curled the fingers of her other hand around his thick cock, sliding them back
and forth in front of her mouth, adding to the wet friction tickling his cock.
"Shit, can't... hold... back!" Bob grunted, digging his fingertips harder into Claudette's
skull.
The young woman sucked harder, bobbing her head back and forth on the fat dick,
forcing her cheeks to bulge out farther. She felt his, strong leg muscles catch her tightly
in their grasp. The two of them rocked back and forth until Claudette started to gag for
breath once more.
"He's gonna make it," Bart said.
Claudette heard him and forced herself back from his belly to suck in a lungful of air
before the big biker's climax. It came with a vengeance, spattering against the back of
her throat.
Bob jerked his body from side to side. He squeezed his asscheeks together and slid his
cock all the way into her mouth, groaning when he felt his dickhead touch the back of
her throat. Claudette sucked hard, feeling hot sprays of salty-tasting jizz shoot down her
throat into her stomach. She moved her fingers lovingly over the climaxing prick, ex
citing the big man more and more.
"Fuck!" he cried.
Claudette sucked in air through her nose, keeping his spraying prick lodged in her
mouth. She lashed her tongue over it, tasting the firing jizz, swallowing it, feeling she
was going to drown if he kept on cumming.
Finally the big biker slowed down, his body sagging with exhaustion. He gave a few
final thrusts with his hips before backing out slowly, letting Claudette taste his dick for
the last time.
"Yeah, this little number's okay! Shit, too bad we can't take her for good," Bob said,
flicking the last few drops of cum from his softening dick before stuffing it back into his
Levi's.
"We're all gonna remember this one. Back in the shower, baby, and douche," Bart
ordered, sliding his hands under her arms.
Claudette couldn't get off the floor. Her body ached. Her mind spun. She raised one
hand weakly and wiped the cum from her lips as Bart dragged her halfway across the
room before motioning for the others to help. She felt hands allover her, some of them
fondling her tits, her ass, even her cum saturated cunt. Claudette couldn't focus on
what was going on. There were a series of disconnected images passing in front of her
eyes.
The next second she found herself propped against one cold metal wall of the shower
stall. Someone had turned on the water. Ohhh, how good that hot water felt against her
flesh! She felt the hot droplets washing off her skin, splashing in to her cunt and
scrubbing her pussy-walls clean of the Doberman's cum.
"Okay, she's clean."
The water was off. Claudette felt herself being pulled from the stall and dragged,
dripping, back to the center of the room. Why were they still doing this to her? She was
no more useful than a hunk of meat. All the strength and will was gone from her. She
couldn't feel arousal if someone had offered to pay her a million dollars.
And still the bikers kept on, sneering at her, telling her how they were going to fuck
her until she passed out.
Let them do whatever they wanted! Claudette smiled, knowing she couldn't take much
more. Soon she'd pass out and they'd never revive her. It would be her revenge on
them.
"Get her back on her knees."
What were they going to do, make her get fucked by the Doberman again? She raised
her eyes and saw the big black dog still curled up under the table, his head resting on
his forepaws. He looked disinterestedly at her, then closed his eyes once more. No, that
wasn't it. Well, Claudette didn't particularly care.
Then suddenly she heard something like a metallic clink behind her. Jack, Bob and
Doug held her to the floor. She tried to turn her head around, but the men prevented
her from doing so. Her interest was aroused. What new humiliation and torture had
they planned for her?
"You're our property. We're gonna mark you to make sure nobody else takes you," he
said.
Claudette stiffened. She felt something cold and hard trace the rounded curve of her
right asscheek. What was Bart doing behind her? She could feel something moving
down into the wet sticky line of her pussy-crack. Oh God, it was a knife! He was going
to cut out her snatch!
"No, don't... oh God, please, why are you doing this to me?" the young girl cried, trying
to jerk her body around.
But the three bikers in front of her were fast, holding her head and shoulders as Bart
kept playing his teasing game behind her. Claudette started to weep, hot tears rolling
down her cheeks. She could feel the knife tracing the outer line of her cuntlips. She bit
her lips, her face twisting into an expression of extreme concentration. What was he
going to do? He was enjoying her torture, chuckling to himself whenever he saw her
back convulse or heard her let out a whimper of terror.
Then suddenly the knife was gone. Claudette let out a breath of relief. Her muscles
relaxed and the tips of her large tits touched the floor.
"Ohhhhh!"
There was a shocking chill suddenly in the center of her pussy. He was pressing the flat
of the blade against her wet slit. She could feel it against her clit all the way to the
bottom V of her snatch. Instinctively Claudette's pussy snapped shut, the edge of the
blade slitting her cuntlips.
"Okay, baby, the first mark."
Bart carefully rocked the knife down, pressing the tip hard against her clit. She arched
her back, her eyes bugging out. She felt her heart beating wildly. The knife was gone,
then back. How much longer would this horrible toying last? She wanted him to get it
over with – kill her if he wanted to, but just get it over with!
"Now, for the final bit."
The young woman said her prayers, knowing full well she'd be dead in the next few
seconds. Her mother would find her years later, a skeleton dug up by some
construction crew.
"Yeah, mark her."
Claudette's pulse raced. She could feel the tip of the knife slice into her clit. The searing
pain was inseparable from the electric thrill of the direct touch by that knife. Even in
her terror, the young woman couldn't deny a distinct positive sensation of pleasurable
excitement. Her cunt was on fire! The constant rush of her juice across the slits made
by the knife felt like salt rubbed into her wounds and still her excitement built.
Then the knife drew back once more. Buzzing, spinning flashes were in front of her.
Terror knifed at her heart. The tip of the dagger dug into her ass.
Claudette screamed, knowing now she was being carved up. The three bikers held more
tightly onto her as Bart made his mark on the blonde's ass.
"AIYYYEEE!" the girl shrieked, thrashing as best she could, then finally collapsing into
the bikers' arms from pain and exhaustion.


Chapter 11

"Ohhhhh, it's going deeeeeep!"
"Tell me if it hurts, baby," Jack said, kissing her neck.
"Ohhh no...no...I like it, yes...ohhh, I like it!" the girl babbled, rocking back and forth
on the bed.
"Man, I gotta slow down, gotta pull out or I'm gonna cum!"
Claudette protested but Jack insisted, squeezing his buttocks and drawing his thighs up,
pulling his hard throbbing cock from her cunt.
"Ohhhhh..." the girl groaned, feeling her pussy-walls shrinking back together as the big
weightlifter's dick slid from her pussy and rested comfortably between her full, tight
thighs.
"Man, you're somethin' else! I wondered what the hell happened to you after you left
the spa with those dudes. Hell, I haven't seen you for over a month."
Claudette rolled her head away and fought back the tears, tracing her slender fingers up
and down Jack's neck. No, they wouldn't have seen her for that long. She'd been in one
hospital after another, trying to heal the physical and mental bruises inflicted by that
biker gang.
"I don't want to talk about it," the girl said, dosing her eyes and remembering the
horror of that evening.
After she had come to, she realized part of her ass had been bandaged. So, Bart had
branded her for life, carved some mark in her ass, a note for everyone who saw her.
They had abused her then, rubbing their cocks in her hair, jerking off in her face,
hitting her until she fell unconscious again. It was only Bart's reminder that they'd
better get her back or the cops would come looking for her that got the rest of the gang
off her tortured body.
She finally had stumbled into her own house, her clothes hanging like rags from her
shoulders. There were screams of horror. Her mother's face had registered sheer animal
terror when Claudette stumbled across the living room and collapsed onto the floor.
Those bruises, that smell!
It was nearly three days before the girl could talk to the police. Would she tell them the
whole story? How could she tell them she'd been fucked by dogs? How could she
confess that she'd willingly taken on the entire biker gang? Raped – she'd nearly
laughed when her mother had screamed the word in one hospital room and demanded
the police find her daughter's attackers. But the girl didn't dare say anything to the
contrary.
Instead, she went along with what everyone was thinking, giving the authorities such
vague descriptions that they could fit anyone. Claudette shivered, thinking what the
bikers would say if the cops were to find them. What a pretty story they'd paint! And
even if the police didn't believe them, the word would get out and Claudette and her
mother would be hounded wherever they went. No, she couldn't let Bart and his gang
be found.
So she'd lied, going from hospital to hospital, analyst to analyst until she'd finally made
some progress. The last psychiatrist had advised her to go back to work, resume her old
pattern of life. And the second day of work she'd made contact with Jack. Getting her
mother out of the house that evening was no problem – especially as the older woman
was resuming her old patterns of middle-aged dating. And now she and Jack were
having their old patterns resumed.
"Hey, don't get uptight. I'm sorry if I touched a nerve or something," Jack said
soothingly, rubbing his hands lovingly over her body.
Oh, how good that felt! How wonderful it felt to have a man make love to her gently
instead of with whips, chains and dogs!
"I'm sorry. Maybe we should just get going. I guess I was a little nervous," Claudette
confessed, turning around and looking up at him.
He was so handsome, so masculine, so overpowering. How could any girl resist a man
like him? And the way he paraded around the spa, flexing his muscles! Oh God, to
think she'd given him up to go with that biker gang! The lot of them weren't worth his
little finger.
"Yeah, I'm better now," Jack said, kissing her lightly on the chin. That kiss turned into
a more passionate one as he caught her lips with his, shifting his position back to
straddling her as he drove his tongue deep into her mouth.
Claudette fought back with all her might, hunching her groin against his, loving the
sensation of his cock sliding back and forth against her slick thighs. The bed groaned
under them. She was fucking him in her bedroom, a room where she'd played with
dolls not that long ago. And now she was begging this man to fuck her, fuck her until
she couldn't walk!
"Ohhhh!" Claudette gasped with delight, rolling her head back and forth.
She bit at the pillow when she felt his dickhead pressing against her cuntlips, forcing
them apart, peeling them back as it sank back into the squishy folds of her pussy.
"Man, you're so fuckin' hot, you're gonna fry my rod," Jack commented, kissing her on
the neck, then behind the ear.
Claudette shivered, rocking her back and forth as she slowly inched her knees back up
to her tits. His hands roamed freely over her body, caressing her ass, her sides, her
swollen tits. She didn't care about anything any more. The episode with the bikers had
at least done that bit of good. The puritanical morality installed by her father had
evaporated under Bart's supervision. She'd undergone nearly every kind of sexual
humiliation. It was as if he'd been hired by someone to break her of every inhibition
she'd ever had. It had worked well!
Jack shoved in a few inches of his dick, then drew it out.
"Oh God, when you pull it out like that... real slow... oh God, then I feel like I'm gonna
die," Claudette said in a small shaky voice.
Her arms trembled, falling from his neck to her sides. She felt all her strength ebbing as
he shoved back into her.
"Baby... baby..." he cooed.
The blonde tensed when she felt his fingers getting close to the spot where Bart had
marked her ass. How would she explain that one to him? Even the authorities and
doctors eyed it with wonder. She couldn't tell him what had happened – even a lie
would be too humiliating right now.
Thank God it was dark and his hand moved away from the mark. Maybe later she
could tell him some story. But right now, all she was interested in was that wonderful
sensation of his fat long dick reaming out her cunthole.
Claudette forgot about those horrible nightmare images that had haunted her weeks
after the episode. Now she concentrated on Jack and melted into a mass of butter. The
amazing size of his dick promised much pleasure. Her tongue flicked into his mouth as
he drilled his into hers.
"Ohhhh!"
The young blonde found herself resting on his prick. The fat knob was just past the
most sensitive part of her cunt. The ridge stimulated her clit. She contracted her cunt
muscles, milking him without moving her thighs..
Jack groaned, kissing her harder, glad she was responding so quickly and hotly to him.
Claudette's tongue writhed against Jack's like a snake. She sucked at the same time,
drawing his tongue deeper into her mouth. The rising heat in her cunt turned her into
a wild woman. It inspired the young muscleman to fuck even harder. When she arched
her back, he pulled his cock out until the ridge around the knob tugged at her cunt
mouth. Every time Claudette curled her spine and tried to swallow up more prick, he
shoved his dick forward until their hipbones ground together.
"Oh God... God..." Claudette whispered, tearing her mouth away from his and sucking
in air.
"Man, you're fuckin' hot! Bet you didn't have any dick all the time you were away,"
Jack said, putting his mouth back over hers before she had a chance to answer.
The young blonde moaned into his kiss, forgetting about her mother, Bart, the doctors,
the gang. She swiveled, pressing her ass into the bed harder. Every time the girl curled
forward, sliding up his cock, she thought there would be no end to its length.
Claudette moaned loudly now. Once more she had to pull away from him and suck in
oxygen. At the same time, Jack dug his fingers into her asscheeks, forcing her hips to
take on the same rhythm as his.
"Uh! Uh! Uh!" Claudette cried with each forward fucking thrust.
"Man, keep it up... I'm gonna shoot soon!"
Every bump of his cock meat against her clit sent the blonde teen higher. Claudette
found herself stretching thin. She was vibrating like a taut rubber band with every
touch of his hands and cock. She was dripping sweat, the perspiration falling into her
eyes. Ohhh, how deliciously good it felt to be all the way on his fat cock now. She
moved her ass in wide circles, feeling his cock stirring her insides around like a big
spoon. She'd moved like that when the bikers were fucking her, when even that dog
was fucking her.
No, she couldn't be thinking of them now! That was impossible! The doctors told her
to deal with the problem but not to dwell on it. She had to drive it from her mind with
all her will.
"Baby, fuck me good... fuck good!"
The mass of sexual tension swelled in her belly like a balloon. Claudette dug her
fingernails into Jack's broad shoulders, dragging her nipples across his chest. Her
asscheeks flexed, then softened, flexing again as she rubbed her groin to his.Jack dug
his fingernails into her buttocks again. Claudette tensed, fearing he'd notice her marks.
But his excitement was so high he didn't. The girl sighed with relief and started fucking
back. Soon she felt her entire body turn into a melting mass of sexual fluid.
Claudette tossed her hips wildly now. The simmering heat in her coot climbed toward
her brain. It rose steadily like the red fluid in a thermometer. As it drove up to her
brain, the young blonde started holding her breath in. She could tell from Jack's
shallow uneven breathing that he was close, too. Did he want to cum now or hold
back? Oh God, she hoped he wanted to shoot off. She couldn't take much more of this
frustration. It had been such a long time since she'd had a man – and how odd that
thought struck her. She was still only a teenager, not even a young woman, and all she
could think about was cock.
Well, those bikers had done a number on her mind. That was their legacy – that and
the mark on her ass.
"Gonna cut loose, baby! Get ready... gonna burn the fuck outta your cunt!"
The warning drove Claudette over the edge. A deep sobbing breath escaped her throat
when his pistoning cock rammed in. Her cunt mouth hurt from the friction. The loss of
sweat and her thirst made the girl moan louder. A powerful fire started at the mouth of
her pussy. Oh God, her entire belly seemed to bulge with cock, swelling up with
excitement. She grunted, ramming her cunt onto his rock-hard prick.
Then suddenly the girl exploded. Her mind seemed to blow into millions of pieces. The
heavy jolt of his cum blasted against the wet sides of her cunt, forcing the walls to crash
in and grip his prick.
"AIYYYYEHHHHGH!"
Claudette scissored her legs tightly around his back and pull herself up.
"Work it on out, baby... work it out!"
Claudette kicked and clawed and bit, feeling her pussy contract with almost painful
spasms. Her world was all cunt, and that blew apart as more white-hot spunk shot into
her tight little hole.
"Ohhhh... ohhhh..." Claudette's cries trailed off into a low moan as she felt her
cuntwalls grip Jack's rod.
All cunt, all wet and hot and clenching – that was how the young blonde felt as she
snapped her head back. This was the longest, hardest cum she'd ever had in her life!
Even Jack, who undoubtedly had been with many women, was impressed. He held onto
the thrashing, squealing girl, pinning her to the bed by the shoulders as she worked out
her wild cum.
"Man, you're something else!"
Claudette tensed for a second. Bart and his buddies used to say that. For a second, the
images of that night in the cabin flashed through her mind. She shuddered, then drove
them away once more.
No, she wouldn't let those dark forces that had taken her over work on her mind again.
That would be too much for a normal man to handle. God help her if she should ever
feel the need for such stimulation. Involuntarily she reached around and rubbed the
scar Bart had made over a month ago.
That would be her reminder!
"Something wrong, baby?"
"No, everything's just fine," Claudette cooed, pushing her arms back around his neck
and drawing him tightly to her again.
No, she could never let herself wallow in the filth she'd endured before. The scar would
be a reminder, but would it bring back pleasant or unpleasant memories?
Unpleasant ones, Claudette prayed as she moved her thighs sensuously back and forth.


THE END
