DOG-RAPED WAITRESS
By Ted Leonard


Chapter 1

Pretty Karen Hatcher didn't have time to make her pussy feel really good. She would
have liked to take a leisurely bath, play the shower spray against her cunt, come real
nice, dry herself and then come again on the terry towel – and then stretch naked on
the bed with her French Poodle, and really get her rocks off.
But the horny teenager couldn't do all these fun things. Karen was a student every
weekday until three o'clock, then a volunteer at a children's hospital until seven in the
evening, and from eight until three in the morning, a very busy waitress at Lancelot's
Restaurant.
It was already 7:30 when she wolfed down her dinner. Sitting at the table in her teeny
weeny panties and bra, she ate hurriedly and thought constantly of coming. She hadn't
had a good orgasm since Tuesday, and here it was Friday.
Her blue eyes darted to the clock on the stove, it read 7:35. She drained her glass of
milk, thought about the similarity between milk and cock-cream, licked her lips, and
dropped a hand between her parted thighs.
With one hand, she set the empty glass on the table; with the other she peeled the small
crotch of her black panties to one side. In one fluid motion, she released the glass,
slumped down in the chair, held her panties aside, and called to her pet Poodle,
Frenchie.
The cute, furry animal pranced excitedly up to Karen and planted his front paws on the
edge of her chair between her thighs. Her curvy ass inched to the edge, too. Her lovely
legs stretched wide apart. Her pretty head rested back and, as she fed her silky cunt to
the licking dog, her eyes turned starry and gazed unseeingly at the ceiling. All she could
see as she humped her pussy against the dog's rough little tongue were mental pictures
of pretty girls getting raped by huge animals.
Her ripe, jutting tits strained hard in the small black triangles of her skimpy bra, and
her pink nipples stood up stiffly and tingled as Frenchie licked her pussy. Her belly
tightened as she humped her cunt on the doggie-tongue. She moaned and grunted as
she worked her pussy into a lather, and she gasped loudly when her climax began to
rock and ripple through her cunt.
"Uh-uhhh-uhhhh!" she choked, and her Poodle's sharply licking tongue got wetter and
wetter by the second. She suddenly planted her heels on the floor and thrust her hot
pussy upward. The doggie-tongue lashed her stiff, quivery clit, her soaked cunthole, and
her twisting asshole.
"Ohhh!" she gasped hornily, and screwed her ass and cunt round and round frantically.
Great waves of cummy pleasure coursed through her straining body until her hot little
ass was jerking and bouncing wildly on the chair.
Her orgasm reached such a violent pitch that the thrashing of her lithe young body
made her pussy smash roughly against her Poodle's snout. Karen was oblivious to
everything but the exquisite pleasure and tremendous release her dog gave her pussy.
Her pretty face screwed up with the pain of the intense pleasure, and her eyes closed
tightly. Her pussy fucked and twisted against the lapping doggie-tongue. She gasped
and panted.
And she came beautifully as her fertile young mind conjured images of three giant dogs
fucking her – mouth, asshole and cunt.
With her most obscene and most secret fantasy burning in her brain, she fucked her
drenched cunt viciously on the hard, wet doggie-nose and soaked it with cunt-juices.
The last waves of her orgasm rolled through her young body and left her breathless.
Her cute ass hit the chair with a thump and she panted so hard that her pointed tits
threatened to burst through the restraining triangles of black silk.
"Ohhhh, Frenchieeeeeeeeee!" she moaned hotly, and pulled her wet cunt back from his
tongue.
Her hand moved to his head and she petted him affectionately. Her other hand stroked
her damp pussy-fur slowly. Her lips opened sexily and her pink tongue snaked out to
lick sensuously.
"Ummm," she murmured softly, and a slight shiver passed through her body.
Her arms dropped to her sides and she sat slumped for a long time, breathing deeply.
The crotch of her panties inched over her cunt and the fabric immediately got as black
as wet ink as her cunt-juice soaked it. Frenchie lapped at her pussy right through her
panties.
Coming out of her orgasmic haze, her first reaction was one of quiet shock. It always
shocked the girl after she'd come on the doggie-tongue, that the orgasm was caused by
her pet, and by a fantasy about her and dogs. When she was younger, she'd always had
regular fantasies about boys fucking little girls, about big men fucking little girls but
lately the fantasy that got her off best was the one in which three massive dogcocks
filled her mouth, asshole and cunt.
I wonder why that one's so juicy, she pondered. It's perfectly wicked! Her eyelids
fluttered open and she gazed at the clock.
"Darn," she muttered and pushed herself to her feet.
She held a hand to her head for a moment until she got her balance, then she pranced
out of the kitchen, with Frenchie yapping happily at her heels.
In her bedroom, she slipped into her waitress's candy striped minidress with its heart
shaped apron. Dressing took her mind off of her scandalous erotic fantasies and her
lewd thoughts about her pet Poodle.
Karen didn't really like to look too closely at herself in this regard. Who would ever
understand a girl getting off on a dog's tongue?
She was convinced that she was a dirty girl and that no decent girl would entertain dog
fucking fantasies or let a Poodle lick her cunt. So she never told anyone about that, not
even her best friends. She was sure they would avoid her like the plague, just as she was
sure that they'd desert her if they knew she sometimes licked Frenchie's long, red prick.
Karen's animal heat in its obsessive stage began shortly after her parents were killed in
an auto accident. She'd adjusted well after the funeral, but before the year was out, she
became obsessed with her pussy and the things a doggie-tongue could do to it.
It was the mind-boggling pleasure that Karen needed and craved. As she went through
puberty, she began to have incredible anxiety attacks, fits of loneliness and horrifying
nightmares in which her father tied her up and fucked her repeatedly. Karen discovered
that hot sex with her Poodle, and especially violent coming, gave her peaceful relief.
From that day on she surrendered her cunt to her dog's tongue and happily lost herself
in a foamy sea of delicious orgasms.
Who, she often wondered, would understand her need to have her pussy licked by
Frenchie every day, sometimes five and six times a day? Who would understand her
utter loneliness and her deep need for someone – anyone – to love her? Who would
ever understand that she was hooked on her own cunt, like an addict on dope or a
drunk on alcohol?
No, Karen could tell no one about her secret sex life, her secret lust, or her secret
fantasies about huge, fucking dogs. When she spoke at all, she told only of the lonely
Karen, the hard-working Karen, and the Karen with a dream of success.
She turned now in front of her mirror and liked what she saw. It was just too bad, she
thought, that her job was such a thankless one. It always depressed her that, in spite of
her image as a rather sexy and pretty waitress, she was in fact an overworked and
underpaid girl.
As she walked the few blocks from her apartment to the restaurant, she once again
lifted her spirits by reminding herself that waitressing was only a means to an end.
For Karen Hatcher, who had grown up poor and who had lost her parents, jobs like
this were only temporary. She was determined to go on to college, to obtain a good
education, to better herself. Someday, she vowed to herself, she would make it big.
With new hope in her heart, with tits jiggling and ass swinging and head held high, she
entered Lancelot's Restaurant for another long night of sheer drudgery.
No sooner had she gotten to her station in the booths when her boss, Roy Barth, came
up to her and said: "I want to see you in my office. "Then he walked away.
Karen heaved a secret sigh. She hated to have to talk personally to her boss. Roy Barth
was a self-centered bastard who thought he was God's gift to women. Most of the
waitresses humored him because they wanted to keep their jobs. Karen had even heard
that a few of the older waitresses who worked the day shift actually thought the guy
was sexy. They liked the way he always wore his shirts open to show off his massive,
hairy chest. Karen thought it was repulsive.
She turned her booths over to her friend, Linda Schaeffer, and hurried to her boss's
office. It wasn't really an office; he just liked to call it that because he had fancy ideas
about his importance. Actually, it was the back room of the restaurant.
When Karen entered, Roy was behind his old desk he'd picked up at the Salvation
Army. As Karen approached the desk, he leaned back in his swivel chair and gazed at
her ripe, thrusting tits. Karen knew he would do both things: lean way back to impress
a female with his hairy chest and bulging crotch, and undress her tits with his lewd
eyes.
"Sit down, Karen," he said.
She was glad to, so he couldn't see her lithe young legs where her minidress ended so
abruptly. She sat on a folding chair and crossed her legs. Barth's eyes scanned her ripe
lips, smooth throat and jutting tits. Karen grew uncomfortable.
"What is it, Mr. Barth?" she asked. "I really should get to work."
Barth bit off the end of a fat cigar and spit it onto the floor to one side. He lit up the
stogy. "That's just the point, Karen. As you know, the employment situation is pretty
bad in this town, and getting worse. You see for yourself how many girls come in here
every day begging for jobs. Things are pretty rough."
As usual, the man confused Karen. She never knew what he was trying to say.
The only thing she was sure of was that his every move, his every statement had
something to do with his despicable sex drive. Right from the start, she'd had to get
mean with him to make him stop feeling her ass behind the counter.
"I don't understand, Mr. Barth," she said, frowning.
Barth gazed at his cigar for a moment, thinking. Then he said, "Do you like working
here?"
"Like it? Well... yes, of course. I don't..."
"Do you want to keep your job?"
"Of course! Mr. Barth, I don't understand what you're trying to say to me. I work hard
for you. The customers like me. You know that. What's wrong? Have I done something
wrong?"
"No, not at all," Barth said, glancing at the curvature of her half-naked tits. "But there
is a problem. I think you know what it is."
His pointed remark made Karen's eyes drop to wide-open lap. She saw the thickening,
lengthening bulge of his big cock.
Karen's pretty face reddened. "Mr. Barth! You have no right to bring me in here to
listen to that sort of thing! That isn't business!"
Barth grinned and his prick throbbed like a live thing in his pants. "See what you do to
me?"
"I do not!" Karen blurted, leaping to her feet, angry. "How dare you! I didn't do that to
you! You did it yourself! You have a filthy, wicked mind, Mr. Barth, and that thing is
your problem!"
She was furious and her fury made her blue eyes flash and her face turn pink and her
tits strain in the V of her neckline. She hated him now for trying to seduce her again.
She felt sorry for the waitresses who had to fall for his bullshit. She understood, though.
Those women were very lonely, without men, and even Roy Barth looked appetizing to
them sometimes. But not to Karen. Oh, no. She had her favorite pet, Frenchie. Even as
she stood fuming, she was grateful for her French Poodle. Thanks to him and his
pussy-pleasing tongue, she didn't have to settle for the likes of Roy Barth in times of
extreme heat.
Gathering her wits about her and not wishing to lose her dignity, Karen pulled herself
up straight – which made her tits threaten to come out of her dress – and stared boldly
at her boss.
"I'm not interested in your sex problems, Mr. Barth," she told him. "I don't like this
kind of talk or the way you look at me all the time."
"I don't give a damn what you like," Barth sneered. He hunched his hips up and his
hard-on pressed tightly against his pants. "What are you gonna do about this?"
"Me!" Karen shrieked. "Are you crazy? I'm not going to do anything about it! It's your
problem!"
"No, no," Barth said slowly – too slowly and calmly as far as Karen was concerned.
"It's your problem, too. If you want to keep your job."
It took a second for the full implication of his statement to sink into her head. Then her
mouth fell open. "Mr. Barth!" she gasped.
The threat of his statement, the threat in his horny eyes, and the menace of his massive
prick, all combined to render Karen weak and helpless. Her first thoughts were of what
would become of her if she lost this job. It was her only source of income!
"Why don't you stop acting high and mighty?" Barth said with a lewd grin. "Come
here. Be nice to me, and not only will you keep your job... I'll give you a raise.
Karen's head whirled and she couldn't think straight. She wasn't even angry now. She
was fearful. This man held her future in the palm of his hand right now. If he fired her
now, her whole life would crumble. At least that was how she saw it under the pressure
the man was applying. Panic seized her.
"Mr. Barth," she said timorously, "please don't talk like that. Please tell me you're just
kidding, just trying to get into my pants. You wouldn't fire me.
Barth grinned crookedly. "You want your walking papers?"
He saw the fear in her eyes and relished it. At last he had the cute little bitch where
he'd been trying to get her. He knew her situation, that her parents were dead, that she
lived alone, didn't even have a boyfriend, and that she had to support herself.
"Come here, Karen," he said evenly.
She moved toward the desk, went around to the side, her eyes glued to the man's
immense boner throbbing so hotly in his pants. His cock-bulge looked monstrous to
her.
"That-a-girl," Barth encouraged her, swiveling to face her and let her see his cock-bulge
up close. "Now you're being smart. You want a raise, don't you? Sure, you do. I'll take
care of you, Karen. I've never fucked an 18-year-old before. You know you drive me
crazy with your delicious young body. Be nice to me and I'll make you the highest paid
waitress in the joint. You're worth it, you know. Come on, unzip my pants and get my
cock out."
"Mr. Barth..."
"Don't make such a big deal out of it," her boss said as she stepped closer. "You're no
virgin, that's for sure. It ain't like I'm asking for your cherry. Just be nice to me. Come
on, I want to feel that smooth hand of yours on my cock."
"I hate you," Karen said weakly... but she leaned down and touched her fingers to his
fly.
"I don't give a shit if you hate me," Barth chuckled. "You ain't doing this because you
like me; you're doing it to keep your lousy little job."
Karen knew that was true, but even so, as her fingers unzipped his pants, tears flowed
from her eyes.
"What the hell you crying about?" her boss sneered. "Jesus, you'd think you never
touched a cock before! Take the fucking thing out and play with it, will ya! I'm so
fucking horny I could fuck old Ethel out there!"
Sniffling, with tears streaming down her pink cheeks, Karen obediently opened his
pants and brought out his cock. She gasped at the size of his prick, the wetness of it,
and she caught her breath as his cock jerked hotly in her hand.
"Suck me off!" Barth groaned.
His deep tone of voice, edged with hysteria, made Karen look up at him. He had
thrown his head back in the chair and he was helplessly horny for her to take his
swollen cock into her pretty mouth. In that moment, Karen knew she could escape this
horrible fate. The man's cock was so stiff and hot that she was sure she could jack him
off fast.
But when she attempted to fool him, she only fooled herself. Even as her tight fist
pumped up and down on his rigid fuck-pole, Barth lifted his head.
"Why you sneaking little bitch! What the fuck you trying to do? Suck me off, God
damn it! Get your fucking little mouth on my cock and eat me!"
He grabbed her head and the tussle began. Karen fought, twisting her face away from
his threatening prick. She screamed and sobbed and pushed at him with all her
strength.
"God damn you!" he snarled, and slapped her across the face so hard that her head
spun and she fell back on the floor gasping. Her legs flew open and Barth's evil eyes
burned into the small crotch of her little black panties.
"I'm gonna fuck the hell out of you!" he said through his teeth.
Karen screamed again and kicked out with one foot. It landed in his crotch, not too
hard, but hard enough to give her time to struggle to her feet and run for the door. In
that moment of extreme panic something dawned on her, something that could make
her boss leave her alone.
"Leave me alone!" she shouted, grasping the doorknob. "I'll report you to the union!
You can't make me suck you off! And you can't fire me!"
She flew out the door and it slammed behind her. Barth stood gasping, holding his stiff
prick.
"Bitch!" he yelled. "I'll get you for this!" But at the moment there was something even
more pressing than revenge. He turned his back to the door and jacked his cock
furiously. He pumped his fist up and down the full length of his prick and grunted
hornily. He gritted his teeth and thrust his hips forward. Jacking himself off, he
plastered the wall with his thick, gummy come.
"You'll pay for this, you bitch," he panted, shuddering with orgasm. "You'll pay for
this!"
Outside, Linda Schaeffer approached Karen. "What happened? You look terrible.
Another pass?"
"Yes!" Karen blurted, wiping her eyes.
"That son-of-a-bitch," Linda muttered. She put her arm around Karen's shoulders and
squeezed affectionately.
"It's okay," Karen said, taking a deep breath. "He didn't get anything from me. He
almost had me fooled. But he lost again. Serves him right."
As she went about serving her customers, her emotions were in a turmoil. Not only fear
and relief, but a strange horniness assailed her. The tussle with a big-cocked male had
left her with certain erotic feelings and thoughts. She couldn't wait to get home to
Frenchie, her cunt-licking Poodle.


Chapter 2

At five minutes to three in the morning, Karen cleared her cash register and turned her
booths over to her relief waitress. At two minutes after three she was out the door,
eager to return to her apartment, some comfort, and her pet Poodle.
Linda met her outside.
"Come on, I'll give you a ride," the brunette said.
"You don't have to do that," Karen said.
She felt funny accepting rides from her friend. Karen couldn't afford a car right now
and Linda's was an old heap, but it guzzled gas, and Karen couldn't share the expense.
"I know I don't have to," Linda said, and her cool, dark eyes gazed rather longingly into
Karen's.
Karen felt an old feeling creep tinglingly between her legs to tickle her cunt. "Not
tonight, Linda," she said as lovingly as she could. "I'm very tired and I just want to get
home."
"To Frenchie," Linda said. She looked hurt.
"Please, Linda," Karen sighed. "Don't bring that up again. I can't take it."
Linda was happy to hear that. The cute little blonde was in a more vulnerable position
than she had first imagined. So she slipped her arm around Karen's slim waist and
guided her to the car.
"Come on, silly. Get in."
Karen weakened and let the brunette usher her into the car. Linda circled the car and
got behind the wheel. Shutting the door, she smiled at Karen and cooed: "You know I
can do more for you than that little dog."
"Linda," Karen said, glaring at the brunette, "you promised not to talk against
Frenchie."
"I'm not talking against him," Linda laughed, pulling away from the curb. "I just think
that if a girl wants to fuck with a dog, she should at least buy herself a real dog. Like a
German shepherd or a Great Dane. I mean..."
"I know what you mean!" Karen gasped. "Stop talking about it!"
Linda giggled and slipped her right hand between Karen's warm, smooth thighs. Her
fingers gently stroked the blonde's hot little cunt through her moist panties.
"Just relax, Karen. Linda will take good care of you. I'll help you to forget all about that
dirty Roy Barth. The animal!"
"I hate him," Karen murmured, relaxing her legs.
"Of course, you do," Linda sympathized, rubbing her fingers over the girl's puffy-lipped
cunt. "Put him out of your mind. There's just you and me tonight. Relax, Karen. Let
me help you."
Karen heaved a sigh and closed her eyes. She let her thighs part some more and felt
Linda's slender finger steal into the crotch of her panties to stroke her wet pussy.
"You're awfully nice to me," she whispered. "Even if you are a lesbian."
The brunette, older by four years, laughed. "I'm not a lesbian, silly. I just like sex with
girls, too."
"Too?" Karen quizzed, "who else do you like sex with?"
"Boys."
"Boys? You mean... young boys?"
"Very young!" Linda laughed.
"Oh, I don't believe it!" Karen gasped as the brunette massaged her stiff little clit.
"It's true. I can't stand those egotistical men pawing me and coming so violently up my
cunt. I'd much rather play kid games with young boys. It's really neat to toy with a
boy's stiff young prick and suck it off and teach him how to fuck my pussy."
"God!" Karen rasped. "You're wicked!"
"Come on," Linda laughed, parking the car, "and I'll show you just how wicked I can
be."
"I already know!" Karen gasped, getting out of the car. She had once before let Linda
into her apartment. It was that night that she discovered that Linda was a hell of a lot
more than just a nice friend.
Frenchie was at the door when Karen opened it with her key, and he had a fit of
happiness. Karen giggled, glad to see him, too. She squatted down and held his
squirming body up as he happily licked her face and cheeks and lips.
Linda stood by and gazed hotly at the scene. She could just imagine that frisky little
pooch licking Karen's sweet young cunt. And she could understand Karen's preference
for the Poodle over slobbering, fucking men. But she didn't want any interference from
the mutt tonight. The one time she had managed to get at Karen's luscious pussy, the
God damned dog had gotten on the bed with them!
"Come on, Karen," Linda said lightly, and moved toward the bedroom. She let Karen
pass her and precede her into the bedroom. Behind her friend's back, she kicked at the
Poodle and closed the door before he came in. Karen turned on a soft lamp near the
bed and pulled the blinds on the windows. In silence, both girls started stripping and
they dropped their clothing where they stood. Karen was naked first and she got on the
bed. She stretched out beautifully and Linda stared hotly at her furry blonde pussy as
she stripped off her own panties.
"It's good to be home," Karen sighed, and her naked, lovely tits rose and fell deliciously
before Linda's appreciative eyes. "Mr. Barth scared me to death tonight."
"Don't think about him, darling," Linda cooed, slithering onto the bed with her prey.
She leaned on an elbow and with her free hand gently caressed Karen's jutting, pinktipped tits.
"He wanted me to suck his cock," Karen said sadly. "He's a pig, Linda."
"All men are, darling," Linda said. She ran her slender fingers down the length of
Karen's young body to her pussy.
"Roy Barth is the worst of the lot," Karen said, and her legs slowly parted.
Linda slipped her fingertips along Karen's moist cunt-slit. "It must have been terrible
for you. I know. He still tries to get into my pants. But never mind him, Karen. Just
relax and let me take care of you."
"Okay," Karen said softly and closed her eyes in surrender.
"You'll feel better when I'm finished with you," Linda promised. "You're right about
Barth and all men. They're terrible. But girls are different together. We're kind and
warm and gentle with each other. I can give you tenderness and love that no man can
give you. And you can give it to me. You want to, don't you?"
As she sang this pretty song, Linda kept her fingertips sliding up and down along
Karen's trembling cunt-slit. The young girl couldn't help but respond to such loving
strokes, and she opened her thighs wider. She sighed as her friend's fingertips slipped
between her pussy-lips to gently stroke her pink, wet cunt-mouth.
As Linda's magic fingers soothed her cunt and got it all warm and tingly, Karen felt
she'd been wrong to reject the brunette's friendship after that last time on her bed. It
was just that it was so shocking to discover that Linda Schaeffer liked to lick cunt! But
now it was different, better. Linda was another female like herself, a good friend, a
loving, caring friend who would comfort her and care for her. She would also make her
come like crazy!
Now she felt grateful for the gentle stroking of Linda's tender fingers, and the creamy
feeling mounting in her pussy lulled her into a state of dreamy acceptance.
Her eyes closed rapturously and a soft moan escaped her lips as she gave herself
completely to the delicious sensations that Linda was so good at creating in her. The
last time with Linda had been rather awkward, because Karen was new at that sort of
thing. But now she moved with Linda, willing and yielding. Linda pressed her nude
body against the blonde's and Karen sleepily turned toward her and let her tits touch
Linda's.
Linda's tight, hard tits mashed against Karen's soft, round tits, and their nipples
touched hotly. Then Linda ran her fingers over the smooth, white flesh of the girl's
tensed belly, curled them through her pussy-hair, and probed gently in the narrow slit
of her pulsing little cunt.
For the briefest moment, Karen wondered how she could let this happen. Then she told
herself it was because Linda was older and more sophisticated about such things. She
knew how to comfort a girl. Karen was sure that she herself would never have invited
such a thing, but the tingly, marvelous sensations rushing through her belly and cunt
told her that Linda knew what she needed most.
"Ohhh, Linda," Karen whispered, shuddering.
"You're so sexy," Linda whispered back. "So sexy. I'll make you feel good. I want to,
you know. I'm not like a man. Men just want to get their rocks off. But I want to make
you happy. I want to make you come and come and come!"
"Ohhh, Lindaaaaa," Karen whimpered, shivering.
Delighted by the girl's ready response, Linda pressed her sensuous mouth to Karen's.
Her pink tongue slithered out of her mouth and parted Karen's ripe, pouting lips. She
eased her wet tongue into the girl's mouth and probed for her tongue. Karen sighed
and gave it to her.
A small shock of perverse delight shook Karen's helplessly horny body and for a hot
moment she kissed Linda's mouth feverishly, shivering from head to toe. Her will to
resist, the very thought of resisting this forbidden pleasure, ebbed as tingly thrills of
pleasure rippled through her warm cunt.
Karen's excitement and willingness increased as the panting brunette embraced her
hotly and curled on the bed to get her cunt against Karen's. Linda's voluptuous body
stretched. She rolled onto her side, facing Karen. Karen whimpered and faced her
friend. Their pussies kissed as hotly as their mouths.
Linda started stroking Karen's tight little ass with long, tender movements of her hand,
making Karen twist her ass for more. Then slowly, tantalizingly, Linda parted the
beautifully curved asscheeks and used the tip of one finger to tease Karen's exposed
asshole.
Greater waves of utter pleasure washed through the young blonde and as she gasped
and moaned hotly, Linda licked her saucy tongue over Karen's throat, down to her
thrusting tits, and beyond. when the hot mouth touched her quivering thighs, Karen
caught her breath. This was it!
Karen's legs fell open then, lax and trembling, and Linda's gentle tongue slithered
toward the soft, hair-lined slit of Karen's open pussy. Maneuvering herself around,
Linda's tongue darted and fucked between the puffy lips of Karen's cunt. She located
the girl's stiff clit and suddenly lashed it with loving fury.
Karen's ass came up off the bed. Her head tossed to and fro and she gasped loudly as
she thrust her hands down and grasped the brunette's head.
"Linda!" she cried, twisting her pussy against the girl's mouth. "Eat me! Ohhh, please,
Linda, please! Suck my clit! Lick my cunt! Ohhh, you suck pussy so goooooood!"
Linda smiled to herself and buried her pretty face between Karen's thrashing legs. She
dived into the blonde cunt-muff and fucked all of her tongue up into the girl's
helplessly twisting cunt. Karen shrieked and humped her pussy feverishly as her friend's
marvelous tongue fucked in and out of her horny cunt-hole.
Linda knew she had the girl where she wanted her now. Knowing that, she wiggled
around on the bed and got one knee to the opposite side of Karen's tossing head.
Karen's heavy-lidded eyes fluttered open and she peered up into Linda's darkhaired
cunt. The more Linda licked and sucked her pussy, the better Linda's cunt looked to
her. Delighted by her friend's horny cunt-sucking, Karen slipped her slender arms
around Linda's slim waist and pulled at her. Linda moaned and lowered her pussy to
Karen's hot mouth. Then both girls whimpered and moaned and gasped and sucked
homily at one another's pussy.
The luscious sixty-nine went on for a long time as each girl – came and came and
came. Linda fucked her tongue into Karen's juicy cunt and forced her to come violently.
At the same time, she crushed her own soaked pussy down on the girl's sucking mouth
and humped like crazy. Pussy-juice flowed copiously as Linda and Karen clung to one
another and munched lots of pussy.
After Linda came for the sixth time, flooding Karen's mouth with silky fuckfluids,
Karen twisted her head away and shrieked: "Linda! Linda! Ohhhh, nooo moooorrrre!
Ohhhh, I can't come any more! Linda, please stop! Ohhh, stop eating meeeeeee!"
Linda took one last bite into the girl's churning cunt and drilled her tongue up into her
sweet fuck-hole. Karen jerked violently on the bed and Linda held her prisoner with her
own body as she sucked the girl to another extreme, mind whirling orgasm. Then she
released Karen's straining, twisting, writhing body.
"Ohhh, Lindaaaaa," Karen moaned hotly, cupping and massaging her own tits.
"Goodness, you get hungry! I told you last time, go easy! why do you get so hungry for
pussy?"
"Because your cunt is so delicious!" Linda laughed, sitting up and staring at the
blonde's lovely figure. "I could eat your pussy for hours!"
"I'll bet you could!" Karen gasped, peering at her. "Ohhhmmmm, what a feeling!"
Now free of Linda's rapacious mouth, Karen rolled on the bed and moaned her
pleasure. Her horny moans were heard by her pet Poodle, and all of a sudden Frenchie
set up a terrible din outside the door.
"Oh!" Karen cried, hearing the frantic scratching. "We left Frenchie outside!"
"Karen..."
But Karen was already off the bed and prancing to the door.
"Oh, shit," Linda grumbled as her friend let the dog inside.
Frenchie jumped up and down excitedly, following Karen to the bed. when his mistress
stretched out, he leaped up and got between her firm, white thighs. His wet snout
immediately probed her crotch and his long, pink tongue lapped thirstily at her pussy.
Linda sighed and got off the bed. "I do all the cooking," she muttered, "and the dog
gets all the gravy."
"Oh, Linda," Karen chided, "don't be like that. He's my pet. He loves me!"
"Shit," Linda murmured, watching the Poodle go nuts with his tongue in Karen's sweet
pussy. "He just likes to eat you."
She looked on sadly as the blonde girl apparently grew hornier and more willing to
have the mutt lick her pussy.
"I thought we could sleep together," she said with a sigh, "but I can see you're not even
ready to sleep.
"No," Karen said softly, her eyes closing as her pet Poodle licked his long tongue up
into her fuck-hole. She drew her lovely legs up and parted her knees widely, giving a
sexy slant to her cunt-slit to help her dog get his magic tongue into her pussy.
Linda stooped and picked up her clothes. She started dressing. "I might as well go
home."
Karen didn't even hear her. Her next orgasm was mounting rapidly in her tightened,
heaving belly as Frenchie worked her pussy into a new lather.
Fully dressed as Karen came wetly, Linda went to the door. "See you tomorrow at
work."
"Huhhh?" Karen said dreamily. "Hmmm? Oh, yes, yes... tomorrowwwww... see you
then... ummmm, thanks, Linda. ohhhhhmmmmmmm!"
Linda shook her head dolefully as she watched the horny little chick go crazy on the
doggie-tongue. She smiled then and let herself out of the bedroom and left the
apartment.
Karen heard the front door open and close and she surrendered completely to her dog's
licking tongue as she mauled her ripe, jutting tits until they were as tingly as her cunt.
She came profusely and Frenchie got a lot of burning pussy-juice to lick up.
When he was finished drinking from her cunt, Karen pulled him up onto her tits and
rubbed them up against his belly and cock-sheath. As usual, the friction of her hard
nipples made his prick emerge, long and red and wet.
"Do you know what happened to me today?" she purred to her pet. "That nasty Mr.
Barth tried to make me suck his cock. Can you imagine? You should have seen it,
Frenchie! His cock was enormous! I had it in my hand for a while. I was going to jerk
him off. I mean, really. I think it would have been fun to see his giant cock spit that
thick, creamy jism. But he was mean to me, darling. He tried to force me to suck his
prick!"
A twinkle started in her blue eyes. She lifted her panting animal up a little, above her
jutting tits. She gazed at his stiff, red prick.
"I wouldn't do a thing like that, would I?" she said, giggling.
She eased the dog's throbbing prick higher and stuck her tongue out. She gave his cock
a little lick. "Don't you worry, Frenchie. If I'm gonna suck a cock, it's only gonna be
your cock."
With a moan and a giggle combined, she pulled her Poodle to her pretty face and took
his stiff, throbbing prick into her mouth. Frenchie whined with pleasure as his horny
mistress once again sucked his prick.
Karen closed her eyes in rapture as she clamped her ripe lips around his stiff cock-shaft.
Pulling him even tighter against her pretty face, she let him hump his hips and fuck his
cock in and out of her mouth.
It was always a special feeling to her when Frenchie's prick slid so smoothly between
her lips. The feeling of his hard cock made her horny. As he fucked his prick in and out
of her mouth, she started licking it with her tongue, giving the dog-cock thrilling little
lashes. She knew what she was doing. From experience with her special pet, she knew
that if she licked and sucked his rigid fuck-pole as it fucked her mouth, she would make
him shoot his hot jism. She wanted his come now.
Her hands tightened around his lower body and she hugged his cock into her sucking
young mouth. Pulling harder, she got his cock to fuck her throat.
Frenchie started yapping and twisting violently in her hands. Karen laughed sensuously
on his probing prick and held onto him as his body squirmed and twisted between her
hands. Not for a second did she release his bony cock. Not until it exploded in her
mouth and shot great wads of juicy dog-come down her gulping throat. She sucked and
sucked, drinking all of his come the way he had drunk all of hers. It was only fair.
Frenchie's long, thick doggie-cock jerked violently between her leeching lips and she
gulped and gulped as it supplied her with a flood of thick cock-cream. Then she let him
go. She pulled his body against her thrusting tits and hugged him affectionately and
stroked him.
"That's what Mr. Barth wanted me to do to him," she purred, teasing Frenchie's spent
prick. "But never, never will he get me to suck him off – or anything else."


Chapter 3

Karen got to work on time the next day and plunged right into the task of serving
customers. Saturdays were always hectic days at the restaurant, and Karen noticed that
the waitress she relieved looked tired and haggard. But she felt pretty good after a night
and an afternoon with Frenchie. She looked pretty and perky, something many
customers happily commented upon. Karen often laughed to herself. If they only knew
what made her look so happy! She was always of a happy disposition after Frenchie
satisfied her anxious little cunt.
Lancelot's Restaurant was crowded and Karen was soon busily darting here and there
with orders, salt and pepper shakers, glasses of milk, soda pop and water. She saw the
manager, Roy Barth, a few times and ignored his glaring eyes completely. The hell with
him, she thought as she rushed up to a table with a tray-load of food. Let him stew in
his own juices. I don't care.
Depositing the plates of food on one table, she quickly dashed to another to pick up the
check ready to be paid. When she turned, she saw Mr Barth at her register.
"Excuse me," she said, and gave him a push with her back as she rang up her register.
"I'm very busy."
"Just put that down," Barth said. He blocked her way into the cash drawer.
"Huh?" Karen gulped, frowning.
"Just put the money and the check down. Right now!"
Befuddled, Karen placed the customer's money and the check on the counter next to
the register and peered at her boss quizzically, wondering what in the world he wanted.
Barth turned to Linda Schaeffer. "Linda, ring this up on your register. We have a
serious problem here."
Linda did as she was told, but she looked puzzled too, glancing from Karen to Barth.
She went to her own register and handled the account.
"What's going on, Mr. Barth?" Karen wanted to know.
He elbowed her out of the way and started pawing the money in her cash drawer. "I
think you've been knocking down," he said gruffly.
"What? Knocking down? What do you mean?"
But even as she asked the question and even though she didn't quite understand his
slang, her sixth sense told her that this man was accusing her of theft.
"Mr. Barth!" she cried, staggering back as if slapped. "You don't mean..."
Barth's rough hands quickly riffled through the paper money, counting the fives and
tens and twenties. "Uh-huh, just as I thought," he said. "A hundred dollars short."
"A hundred dollars!" Karen blurted, shocked. "But... but... maybe Ellen didn't clear it
right..."
"No, here's her check-out form. See here? This is how much should be in the register –
and that's how much was in here when you came on duty."
He turned his eyes on hers and Karen's heart froze behind her suddenly heaving tits. In
his eyes she saw resentment and hatred and vengeance, and immediately she
understood that the evil man was setting her up. He did a good job of it, too.
"Ahhh, what's this?" he sneered, and before Karen realized what he was up to, he
reached to the small heart shaped pocket on her apron and lifted out a one-hundred
dollar bill. "I thought so!"
"Mr. Barth! No! Oh, please, don't do this!"
"Sorry, Miss Hatcher," he replied coldly. "I've been suspecting you of this for some time
now. Your register has been short on several occasions.
He had a devious reason for speaking so officially and loudly. Any excitement in the
restaurant always drew an audience, and now Barth and Karen were surrounded by
curious, rubbernecking waitresses, Linda included.
Karen's eyes searched the sea of faces for support, but there was none forthcoming. All
the waitresses were afraid of Roy Barth. Karen's moistening eyes finally found Linda's –
and her heart dropped. Linda looked helpless.
"I'm sorry," Barth was saying like a judge passing sentence. "We can't allow things like
this. And you know company policy. You signed the form when you were employed
here. Stealing is punishable by immediate dismissal. You're fired, Miss Hatcher. Turn in
your uniform and leave. Just be thankful that I'm not calling the police in on this."
Karen's tears started to fall. Her pretty mouth moved but no words came out and Roy
Barth got a hard-on just watching the tip of her cute, pink tongue flick her ripe, young
lips.
Karen saw the look of lust in his eyes and she understood the situation perfectly. If she
wanted to keep her job, all she had to do was go into the back room with Barth and
suck his monstrous cock for him. But the piercing, horny look in the man's eyes told
her that she would have to do a hell of a lot more than just eat him. Now he wanted to
possess her totally. He was aching to get at her luscious young tits. He wanted to fuck
her sweet pussy every day in the week.
Karen shuddered at the thought of being this man's sex-toy. Compared to the
gentleness of Frenchie, who licked her tits and cunt and ass so lovingly, Roy Barth
would be a monster.
With tears streaming down her pretty face, she jerked the bow out of her apron
and threw it at Barth. Then she ran from the restaurant into the back room, sobbing
pitifully as she quickly undressed and slipped into the mini-dress kept in a locker.
Crying and sobbing, she let herself out the rear door, too ashamed now to walk
through the restaurant to the street.
Completely dazed by the unfairness of it all, she hurried down the street the few blocks
to her apartment. By the time she reached her door, she was an emotional and
psychological wreck. The stress and waves of hurt feelings overwhelmed her and she
stumbled into her apartment, sobbing loudly.
Frenchie met her at the door and jumped up and down happily. Karen sank to her
knees and let her pent-up feelings out. She fell to the floor and cried her heart out,
feeling persecuted.
Frenchie leaped to her pretty face and licked his stinging tongue all over her cheeks and
chin and lips.
"Ohhh, Frenchie!" she cried, grabbing him and pulling his wiggly body to her. "What
am I gonna do? What am I gonna do! Oh, God, how am I gonna pay the rent? Oh!
The phone bill is due! Oh, dear God, what's happening?"
Her world seemed to be falling apart all around her. She couldn't face this cold, hard
reality. Like the alcoholic who runs to liquor, she ran to sex.
"Frenchie," she panted, suddenly ripping her clothes off. "You love me, don't you?
Ohhh, Frenchie, I need you!"
She pulled her dress off and threw it in a heap near a chair. Her shoes followed, then
her little bra and teeny-weeny bikini panties. Shivering and shuddering, she threw her
pretty legs open and pulled her pet Poodle between them. Grabbing his furry head, she
yanked his snout against her churning cunt.
"Lick me, Frenchie!" she gasped, seeking release and oblivion in sex. "Ohhh, please,
please, lick my pussy! Make me come!" For the first time, Frenchie couldn't work fast
enough to suit her. Her incredible fuck-lust made her wanton and frenzied. She grasped
her pet's head between her trembling legs and gripped him tightly against his will as
she brutally fucked her juicy cunt onto his snout, nose and mouth.
Frenchie yelped, but now Karen didn't care about him. She needed something and she
was hell-bent on getting it. Though the dog protested with barks and growls and yelps,
she treated him with uncharacteristic cruelty.
She mashed her churning cunt against his hard nose and wiped her stiff clit up and
down there, getting off juicily. Even though she was acting strangely, Frenchie
continued to use his tongue, slurping it into her wet pussy. Karen whimpered loudly
and came again.
Gasping hotly, she pulled her dog up onto her heaving tits and roughly massaged her
nipples with his belly, prick and balls. Panting homily, she drew him up farther and
caught his stiff prick in her mouth. Her hands tightened on his shivering body and she
crushed him to her face and sucked his cock with a viciousness he had never known in
her.
He howled as the wild girl sucked his cock, for she had gotten terribly rough with him.
Even her teeth began to scrape along his rigid cock-shaft and that made him yelp with
pain. Karen was oblivious to his condition. She wanted his thick jism in her sucking
young mouth. She wanted forgetfulness. And she got it.
Frenchie's stiff, shaking prick swelled up in her sucking, chewing mouth. When
Karen felt that, she moaned homily and sucked his cock harder and faster.
Frenchie howled loudly and tried to wiggle out of her tense grasp. But he couldn't get
away from this crazed young girl who was brutally sucking him off. His small balls
tightened up against the base of his prick, then exploded. Great wads of thick jism
coursed through his jerking prick into Karen's passionately sucking young mouth.
"Mmm-mmm-mmmmmm!" she moaned. Her pretty head twisted anxiously. Her eyes
closed and rolled in her head. And her feverish young mouth went crazy on the dog's
thrashing, coming cock. She gulped and gulped his come, and sucked even harder to
get more of his jism down her throat. Frenchie yelped as if he were being beaten. In a
sense, he was. He was being beaten by Karen's sex-crazed mouth, teeth and lips. And
her tongue drove him out of his mind as his prick shot a huge load of come into her
mouth.
Still not satisfied, still feverish and emotionally upset, Karen pushed her pet Poodle
down between her thighs, and for the first time, she pulled his stiff prick against her
cunt and fucked at it. Panting hotly and loudly, she hunched her hips up and really
tried to get the Poodle's little cock into her cunt-hole. It couldn't be done without
hurting him. But his pain was not important to Karen now.
With a lust for oblivion and pleasure boggling her mind, she cruelly and brutally
crushed the helpless dog to her hot crotch and managed to force his prick into her fuck
hole. She gasped as she felt his cock in her cunt and she fucked it hornily, gasping and
mewling helplessly. In a fit of horniness, she rolled with her pet and crushed the poor
animal beneath her body. Out of her mind with fuck-needs, she didn't even know that
Frenchie's cock was no longer in her cunt. Needing a come, craving for release from
terrible emotions, she fucked wildly on the Poodle's struggling body with no thought of
how she was hurting him.
Frenchie yelped and whimpered. His claws scratched her flesh here and there. He bit at
her belly as it pressed so hard on him.
Karen felt nothing but the quivering, juicy feelings in her pussy. Gasping hotly, she
fucked and screwed and banged wildly on the trapped animal, humping furiously to get
herself off.
"I'm coming!" she shrieked, and she slammed her wet cunt into the writhing, struggling
Poodle. She didn't stop assaulting him until the final quivers of her extreme orgasm,
and only then did she roll off of the dog.
Frightened and alarmed, Frenchie – for the first time – ran from her. He dashed under
the sofa and huddled there, shuddering with fear as he gazed out at her.
Karen rolled onto her back and cupped her aching tits. She squeezed and massaged her
spiking pink nipples as she writhed her wet cunt, shivering with the aftermath of her
come.
Without opening her eyes, she panted, "Ohhh, Frenchie, I'm sorry... I know I hurt
you... I'm sorry... I couldn't help it I needed you... ohhh, now I know what Linda meant
about a German shepherd or a Great Dane! Ohhh, how I could use a big, stiff cock
right now!"
Her voice lured Frenchie from his hiding place. He came out from beneath the sofa and
stood for a moment, listening to her panting and whimpering and soft murmurs. This
was the Karen he understood and loved. After a moment or two, he ventured toward
her again.
Karen's head rocked loosely, then fell to one side. Her eyes opened and she gazed
glassily at her pet. "Come here, Frenchie. I won't do that again. I couldn't help myself.
Please come and see Karen. Come here, darling."
He immediately forgot the pain of seconds ago. He trotted up to his mistress and
started licking her body. Karen closed her eyes and surrendered to his tongue – on his
terms. She just writhed there on the floor for a long time and let him lick his rough
tongue all over her face and neck and tits and belly and cunt.
"Ohhhhh," she moaned finally, and rolled onto her stomach.
Frenchie immediately attacked her lovely round ass with his tongue, just as she knew he
would. She whimpered with pleasure as he licked her firm globes of ass-flesh, until her
ass was as tingly as her tits and cunt.
Then she lifted her ass up a few inches and reached around with her hands. She
grasped her curvy ass-cheeks and pulled them apart. She exposed her cute pink asshole
and offered it to her pet's wonderful tongue. Frenchie went for her ass.
"Oh, oh, ohhhhh," Karen moaned as he licked into her asshole. She stretched her ass
cheeks farther apart to achieve maximum pleasure from the wiggly, thrashing doggie
tongue. Frenchie automatically licked both her cunt and her asshole, and Karen howled
with release as she came wildly. Her whole body jerked and writhed as her pet got her
off again.
Finally, her body sank to the floor and she stretched there, panting for breath as
Frenchie did his clean-up job by drinking her cunt-juices.
"It's all Mr. Barth's fault," she said aloud, rubbing her tits against the rough carpeting.
"That's why I hurt you, Frenchie. I'm sorry. I was so upset. He fired me, Frenchie. He
lied and he fired me."
Her mind was now able to return to the horrible scene at the cash register, and she
thought about it again. Yes, Roy Barth had gotten even with her for not sucking his
cock.
"But he doesn't have to get away with it," she blurted.
She turned and sat up and rested her arms on her knees. Frenchie wiggled under her
knees and licked her pussy thirstily as she pondered aloud.
"Why should I let him get away with this?" she asked. "I'm not going to just sit here
and feel sorry for myself. There must be something I can do. I didn't steal any money!
That lying bastard! Why should he get away with this? He's only the manager, not the
owner!"
She leaned back on her elbows and let her legs fall open so Frenchie's tongue could get
a better shot at her soaked young cunt.
"Who is the boss? Some corporation! Who can I talk to? Who can help me? God, I
can't go without work. Maybe I should just forget Mr. Barth and look for another job."
She lowered herself onto her back and stretched her lovely legs, and Frenchie was
delighted. He buried his snout in her cunt-muff and licked like hell into her drenched
fuck-hole.
"No," Karen murmured, twisting her pussy pleasurably. "Why should I let him get
away with it? Who the hell does he think he is? This isn't the old days! I have my
rights!"
The phone rang, interrupting her thoughts. She rolled away from Frenchie's eager
tongue and padded to the sofa. She sat down and picked up the phone.
"Hello?"
"Karen? It's Linda."
"Oh, hello, Linda! God, I was hoping you'd call or something! Why are you
whispering?"
"I got to the phone as soon as I could. I don't want Barth to know I'm talking to you."
"Why not?"
"Oh, Karen, you understand. How would it look? I mean, he might fire me, too!"
"Oh, I see," Karen said slowly. "Your job is more important than me."
"Karen..."
"Don't sweet-talk me, you fucking lesbian! I see how things are. Doesn't it mean
anything to you that I'm innocent? Or did you believe I stole that money?"
"Of course not!" Linda blurted. "Now don't be that way, darling. God, you don't know
how badly I wanted to leave with you. I wanted to go home with you and hold you and
soothe you and..."
"Oh, bullshit, Linda! All you wanted to do was suck my pussy! And you didn't even
have guts enough to do that! You just want me when you're in the mood, when
everything's going your way. Where were you when I needed you?"
There was a pause of utter silence, then Linda sighed. "Okay, I guess I deserve that. But
I'll make it up to you, you'll see. Please, Karen, don't ever think that I believed that
bastard. I know you wouldn't steal! It was a frame-up. Look, Karen, I can't talk much
longer. If you want to borrow my car to look for work or anything..."
"I'm not looking for work," Karen said boldly.
"Huh? What do you mean?"
"I don't think I'll be needing another job. I might come back to work right there."
"But... how?"
"I don't know yet. But why should I let him get away with that?"
"Hey, kid, easy on that! You can't buck the system. Jeez, Karen, I don't like the way
you're talking. Just forget the whole thing. Why would you want this crummy job back
anyway?"
"It's the principle of the thing," Karen retorted. "You know as well as I do why he
pulled that stunt. He was getting even with me because I wouldn't suck his prick.
Somebody, somewhere should help me. I'm not gonna let him shit on me."
Frenchie jumped up and put his front paws on the edge of the sofa between Karen's
knees. She opened her legs and let him lap her pussy as Linda went on.
"I wish you'd drop it, Karen. Don't fool around with a guy like Barth. You can see what
kind of a man he is."
"I'm not afraid of him," Karen said, fucking her pussy against her pet's licking tongue.
"Well, I am!" Linda blurted. "He..."
"He what?"
"Never mind. Forget it."
"Linda! What were you going to say? What about Mr. Barth? Do you know something
about him that I don't?"
"Karen, don't ask me. I'm sorry I brought it up. All I'll say is, count your blessings. I
mean, be glad he fired you. At least you're out of it."
"Out of what? Linda! What in the world..."
"Forget it! It's all rumor, anyway. Maybe the stories aren't even true. But, God, if they
are!"
"What stories?" Karen squealed.
"Oh, here he comes! I gotta hang up! Bye, Karen. See you tonight!"
Karen hung up her phone and looked extremely puzzled, even as her pet Poodle
worked her cunt into a juicy lather.


Chapter 4

The solution came to Karen as she drowned her dog's snout in pussy-juice. The seed
had been planted when she left Roy Barth's office in a huff. She had said she would
report him to the union. That was her answer! What was the union for?
"I'll show you, Mr. Barth!" she snapped, leaping to her feet so fast that it startled
Frenchie. He looked on as the excited girl gathered up her clothes and hastily dressed.
She went into the bathroom and brushed her golden hair, then put on some fresh
make-up. Satisfied that she looked properly innocent and young, she smiled at her
reflection in the mirror and hurried out of the apartment.
She took a bus to the worst side of town. As she got off the bus, she wondered why
union halls always had to be situated in such filthy places. She walked a block and a
half and found the address she was looking for. The building looked very old and
decrepit. The door she pulled open was scarred and dirty words were scratched into the
wood.
The hall itself was dingy and dirty. Around small tables sat groups of roughlooking,
grimy men. At one table were three very old men, one without teeth in his mouth. As
Karen made her way across the room to the long counter, she had the idle thought that
she could just as well be in a rest home.
The skinny man behind the counter watched her approach, and he obviously liked the
way her young tits pointed in her minidress. Karen ignored his lustful gaze.
"May I see Mr. Carrington, please?" she asked.
The man chuckled and looked beyond her at some of his cronies. "Hey, she wants to
see Mr. Carrington!" he laughed.
A few chuckles rippled through the room behind her, but Karen didn't turn. It was bad
enough as it was. She could almost feel the men's eyes burning into her ass.
The skinny guy leered at her. "You don't just come in here and ask to see Mr.
Carrington, little lady. You gotta have an appointment. You think a man like him hangs
out in a joint like this? He's an important person, kid."
"Well, I still want to see him," Karen said. "It's very important."
"It is, huh? What about?"
"I'd rather tell that to Mr. Carrington," Karen replied.
"Well, I don't know."
Karen's temper flared up. Her blue eyes flashed and she blurted: "Is he here or isn't he?
If he isn't, just tell me where he is and I'll go see him!"
A deep male voice boomed behind her: "Hey, Ace, you better watch out there. She
might scratch your eyes out!"
This remark was followed by loud, raucous laughter, and Karen suddenly felt out of
place here. A strange feeling of danger licked deep in her belly and she didn't know
why. She only knew that she didn't like standing here in her small dress in front of all
these weird-looking men.
"What is it, Ace?" another voice said. Karen looked up and saw another man emerge
from behind a door. He really looked out of place in his two-hundred-dollar suit. Karen
immediately spotted the diamond ring on his hand and the gold watch on his wrist.
The skinny guy snapped to attention. "Uhh, sir, this girl, uhhh she wants to see you
about something."
Karen's heart leaped behind her excited tits. "Oh, are you Mr. Carrington? Oh, please,
sir, I just have to talk with you."
The man's dark eyes roamed up and down her body. She not only looked innocent and
sexy, but desperate. The desperation gave her a certain fuckable look. Turk Carrington
felt the same urge all the other men suffered: the urge to pull this cute chick right to
the floor and fuck the shit out of her pretty cunt.
"Why do you want to see me?" Turk asked curiously.
She frowned. "Aren't you the boss of the local?"
"Yes."
"Then you're the one I need to see. My name's Karen Hatcher. I work – or I was
working – for Lancelot's Restaurant, and I have to talk to you about that."
Karen didn't notice the almost imperceptible twitch in his eyes when she said her name.
Nor could she know that Roy Barth had called him earlier and talked to him for an
hour about her case. Turk Carrington now knew more about Karen than she knew
about herself.
"Come into my office," he said, and turned away.
Karen didn't see the look he flashed to the skinny guy, nor did she see the guy nod to
the others, and she didn't know that as she left the room, men went to the doors and
locked them. Turk Carrington's office looked worse to Karen than Roy Barth's. And the
tall, handsome man looked totally out of place in this back room. He looked like he
belonged uptown somewhere, having martinis or something. He sat on the edge of the
old desk and, without asking Karen to sit down, asked her what she wanted.
Karen looked around self-consciously. There were no chairs to sit in. There was a
telephone on the wooden desk, but nothing else in the room. How odd, she thought.
"I have a problem, Mr. Carrington," she said.
He grinned and eyed her thrusting young tits. "That's hard to believe," he murmured
with a soft touch of admiring lust in his deep voice.
Karen couldn't help smiling. But she shook herself mentally. "I don't mean that way.
Roy Barth fired me today."
"He did, did he? Why was that?"
"He accused me of stealing from the cash register."
"And did you?"
"Of course not!" Karen exclaimed, horrified. "How can you ask me a thing like that?"
Carrington chuckled. "So I can find out if it's true or not. If I don't ask you, how
will I know if you stole?"
"Oh," Karen said, blushing. "Well, no, I didn't steal anything. Mr. Barth made it all
up!"
"Why would he do that?"
Karen's blush deepened and Carrington had all he could do to keep from raping her.
She looked so succulent, so innocent, so delicious. His prick stiffened in his pants and
throbbed hotly in his expensive shorts.
"Well?" he prodded. "Why would Barth frame you?"
"Frame me?" Karen cooed. "Oh, you mean, make up that story. Well, you see, he...
well... he wanted me to... oh, I can't talk about that!"
"Then how can I help you?" Carrington said with a smile.
"Well, maybe if I put it in a different way," Karen said, shifting her weight from one
foot to the other. "Mr. Barth made a sexual advance toward me and when I refused his
attention, he got mad at me. That's why he pretended that I took money. It was just his
way of getting rid of me, of getting even with me for turning him down."
"I see," Carrington said. "That's a pretty big charge to make against a man. Can you
prove it?"
"That he made a pass at me? Well, no... I mean, I was in his office and the door was
closed. But I wouldn't lie to you!"
"I'm sure you wouldn't," Carrington replied. He took a look at her thrusting tits and
licked his lips. The shortness of her dress made him want to reach out and get his hand
under there. "Just how did he make a pass at you? What happened in his office?"
"I don't want to talk about that," Karen said, lowering her lashes modestly.
Carrington's immense boner jerked in his pants as he gazed at the pink-faced,
embarrassed young girl. It was pure delight to hear her refer to sexy things and he
wanted to force as much out of her as he could.
"I have to have all the facts, Miss Hatcher," he said softly. "I can't just take your word
on matters like this. Now, you were in Barth's office and he made a pass. What did he
do? Kiss you? Feel your body? Rip your clothes off? What?"
"Oh! Nothing like that!" Karen exclaimed. "I wouldn't want to say anything but the
truth. No, he didn't do it that way. He threatened me. He implied if I didn't do what he
told me, then I'd lose my job. He scared me."
"I see. What did he want you to do?"
Karen looked away from the man's steady gaze and bit her lower lip for a moment.
Watching her bite her lip made Carrington want to fuck his horny cock into her cute
little mouth.
Bracing herself for the ordeal, Karen took a deep breath that made her tits rise up, then
she said: "You don't understand. Mr. Barth is an evil man. He's always trying to feel the
waitresses. He's mean and dirty. And he... he... well, he always has a bulge in his
pants."
She looked at the man to see if her statement had aroused him or anything. He didn't
look aroused.
"Yesterday, he... well, he had this bulge, and he wanted me to . . suck it."
"I see," Turk said. "And did you?"
"No! That's why he got mad at me. That's why he fired me. I didn't steal anything. He
just used that as an excuse because I wouldn't... you know."
For an instant, Karen really thought she had found an ally, a friend with authority who
could punish Roy Barth. But that security vanished when Turk Carrington deliberately
undressed her with his eyes.
"You don't want that dumb job back. You're too damned sexy to be a waitress, working
for peanuts. With a sexy body like yours, you could be making big money."
Karen's ears burned and her mouth fell open as the man listed the jobs he had in mind
for her.
"There's a big convention coming up in L.A.," he said. "You can do some hooking
down there and make four-hundred dollars plus expenses. You ever put out for cash? I
have to cover some trips to Reno, too. You want to do that? The bus needs topless
waitresses – five hundred bucks for the weekend, plus any money you can make
turning tricks. Or, how about modeling in Sacramento? There's a porn studio up there
looking for chicks as pretty as you. But if you want to make really big bucks, there's a
private club where you can get rich just for fucking with some animals."
Karen gasped and rocked back on her heels. She couldn't believe the man had said such
vile things to her.
"No, no, no," she panted. "How dare you say things like that? I'm a waitress. All I want
is a regular job!"
"Hey, baby, I'm trying to help you."
"No!" Karen shrieked, horrified. "How could you! That's... filthy! What kind of a man
are you?"
Turk Carrington chuckled and his blazing eyes burned into hers. "Are you really this
innocent? God damn. Maybe it's time you woke up to the facts of life. Do you know
who I am?"
"You're supposed to be my union boss!" Karen spit.
"I'm more than that, honey. I can make it worth your while to play ball with me. I've
got political pull. You know what I mean? And some connections with the Mafia. This
is your chance to really make it in this fucking world. What are you blushing about, for
Christ's sake? Barth was right. You are a chicken."
"Barth?" Karen gasped. "You – you talked to him? You already knew about me when I
came here? You're as bad as he is!"
Carrington slowly got to his feet and circled around her. Karen turned with him and
saw that he had gotten himself between her and the door. Her heart began to beat
rapidly behind her thrusting young tits.
"Wh-what are you doing?" she stammered. "Why are you blocking the door? I want to
get out of here. Get out of my way! Why are you doing this?"
"I just want you to listen first, before you leave," Turk said evenly, eyeing her pretty tits.
"If you don't like any of those jobs, I've got another one in mind for you. Now that I've
had a good look at you, I think I could use you in my uptown office. How would you
like to be my personal secretary?"
"Wh-what do you mean by that?"
Turk laughed. "You're not so dumb, after all. You know what I mean. Become my
personal mistress. Come to my office every day and have lots of fun with me. You can
suck my cock on your ten o'clock break. In the afternoon, we'll fuck our asses off. What
do you say? I understand you live alone and don't make it with guys. Lost your parents,
huh? You could use a friend like me. Baby, it would be a pleasure to fuck you every
day. What do you say? Play my game, and you've got it made."
Anger flared in the girl and her pretty face reddened. "Get out of my way!" she said
through her teeth.
To her complete surprise, Turk stepped aside. "Be my guest. Too bad you couldn't see
things my way."
Karen rushed by him and pulled the door open. She ran from the office as if the devil
himself were on her heels. But he wasn't. The devil was waiting for her in the main
hall.
She burst into the hall and rushed for the doors. She stopped short when she saw the
big, leering men standing there, blocking her way. A sudden panic arose behind her
excited tits and they threatened to push right out of her little dress. The men grinned,
and one had broken teeth.
"Excuse me," she said meekly. "Please let me by."
"Hey, Hank!" a big, barrel-chested man guffawed. "Ya hear that? The cute little wench
wants to leave us."
"Without even a kiss?" another deep voice said.
Karen whirled and saw a huge man approaching her. She stepped back and bumped
into another man who poked his hard-on against her ass.
"No, please... "she whimpered, realizing what was happening.
"Damned if she ain't a morsel to look at," another man chuckled.
A big hand plastered against the roundness of her curvy ass and squeezed. Before Karen
could object, another hairy hand grabbed one of her tits and mauled it.
"No!" she screamed. "Please... let me go!"
Powerful hands pulled her backwards. The backs of her legs knocked against the edge
of a round table. Karen shrieked as she felt herself pulled over onto the table on her
back. Hands grabbed her wrists and ankles. She screamed.
"Don't rip her dress," a familiar voice said. Karen tried to see around the four men. She
spotted Turk Carrington and gasped. "Help me! Help me! Please, don't let them!"
She heard Carrington's deep laughter just before a strong hand jerked her face to one
side. A big, grubby man leaned down, grinning horribly, and he kissed her pretty
mouth brutally. His thick tongue plunged into her mouth and fucked in and out
hornily as he held her face steady in his hand.
Karen choked on his tongue and she tried to kick and scream, but she couldn't. She
could only moan pitifully as hot hands lowered her dress below her thrusting tits and
hiked it up above her waist.
"Well, well," a horny male voice said. "Cute little panties for a cute little cunt."
Karen's blood ran hot and her breath abandoned her as the men assaulted her body.
She felt her little bra being pulled down, then two wet mouths attacked her hard young
tits and sucked her pink nipples till she thought she would die of humiliation.
A huge hand yanked her little panties right off her body and her ass jerked on the table
as she whimpered around the tongue invading her mouth like a stiff cock. Fingers and
hands attacked her pussy, humiliating and scaring her.
"Hey, Jethro," she heard an excited voice say, "you ever suck a sweet little pussy like
this one?"
Karen jerked her mouth off of the man's hot tongue and stared incredulously as four
men held her spread-eagled on the table. Between her writhing, jerking thighs stood an
old man in his seventies. Karen saw him smacking his gums. He had no teeth. And he
was grinning evilly at her exposed cunt.
"Oh, no!" she wailed. "Please, no, no, noooo! Don't let him do that!"
The men laughed as the old man buried his scrawny face between Karen's thighs, and
Karen shrieked when he crushed his toothless mouth to her pussy and started
munching on her cunt-lips.
"No, nooooo," she whimpered helplessly as her clit stiffened against her will.
The old guy really knew how to suck on her clit. It drove Karen out of her mind. Her
head thrashed from side to side and her whole body writhed and twisted as the sucking
old man mouthed her wet pussy.
She shut her eyes to close out the horror, but that made all the men hoot and holler
with glee. Now she looked perfect to them – such a young, teenaged beauty, her eyes
closed in what looked like rapture as two men sucked her tits and the old guy licked
and sucked her pussy.
She was a picture of perfection, writhing so hotly on the table as her pussy betrayed
her. Her fuck-urge erupted in her belly against her will. She couldn't resist the pleasure
of a man's tongue and mouth ravishing her cunt.
"Ohhhh, God!" she cried, and the men howled. She looked so sexy now, her whole
body twisting hornily as the three guys licked and sucked her to orgasm.
"God damn!" one man breathed hornily. "What a tasty morsel she is. Hurry up, you
bastards. I wanna fuck her!"
"No!" Karen shrieked. "Please! Ohhh, nooo, don't rape me! Mr. Carrington! Mr.
Carrington! I'm – I'm sorry! I'll do anything you say!"
"You'll do it anyway, baby," Turk replied to her pleas. "I gave you your chance, but you
wanted to be uppity. Well, the boys will tame you."
"Ohhhh, nooooo," she whimpered. But she knew there could be no escape from this
horror. And she was right. The local union hall was going to have a juicy gang-bangand
Karen Hatcher was to be the star!
She came wetly on the old guy's toothless gums, and the strange, fear-filled orgasm left
her shaking and weak. She was still in this helpless condition when the men yanked her
to her feet. Her dress was removed. Her bra was torn off. She was stark naked and
panting for breath. All Karen could do was weep.
With her head spinning and her mind whirling, she barely heard Turk Carrington's
cruel voice.
"Show her how we treat chicks who think they're too good for the likes of us," he said.
It was an order.
"Yes, sir!" someone replied. Male laughter filled the hall and bounced off the walls.
Karen felt trapped.
She sobbed pitifully and pleaded for mercy as the men dragged her struggling body
across the room. "Where are you taking me?"
"Where you belong!" a rough voice said.


Chapter 5

Karen was dragged kicking and screaming into the filthiest bathroom she'd ever seen.
The pale green paint was peeling everywhere. There were rat holes in the corners of the
small room. It smelled of piss and stale beer. Her nostrils twitched at the stench and she
gagged. The men laughed and pushed her to the toilet.
One guy slammed the seat and cover down. Two others forced Karen's naked body over
the stool on her belly.
"Get outta the way, you punk!" a voice commanded. "Mr. Carrington is first."
"No!" Karen screamed, knowing what was coming.
Turk Carrington unzipped his fly and, with no concern about his expensive pants, knelt
on the gummy floor behind her ass. He gripped his powerful cock in his fist and,
chuckling lewdly, forced his prick into Karen's pink, wet cunt.
Karen shrieked as the huge cock wedged up into her fuck-hole, and she moaned with
pain as Turk fucked every solid inch of his cock into her writhing body. Then she
gasped and choked helplessly as the gasping man fucked her pussy brutally and cruelly.
Loving the tightness of her young pussy around his enormous boner, Carrington
pressed his mouth to her cute little ear and whispered: "See what you could have had
every day?"
Chuckling evilly, he fucked all of his soaked prick in and out of her helpless cunt-hole,
taking great delight in making Karen jerk and whimper each time he buried his cock in
her clenched cunt-mouth.
Unaccustomed to men's cocks, Karen's sweet pussy stretched painfully under the
onslaught of Carrington's prick. Her cunt-lips parted widely and her pussy-mouth
became a big O to accommodate the immense thickness of his horny cock. To Karen's
dismay, his enormous boner rubbed her inner pussy-flesh where it had never been
rubbed before. The unwanted thrills his cock provided shamed her and humiliated her,
but she couldn't stop her cunt from responding as if she were making love to Frenchie.
Her cunt quivered more and more as Turk's massive prick fucked her. His wide,
bulging cock-head slammed viciously into her pussy and fucked her where she'd never
been fucked. The resulting thrills and sensations were enough to drive the poor girl out
of her mind.
As if the brutal fucking weren't enough, the men pulled her tits over the edge of the
toilet seat and mauled the hell out of them. One skinny punk of a guy even wormed his
way under her and sucked her pink nipples until they were spiking and tingling. For
Karen, this was terrible, because he sucked her tits just when Carrington's immense
cock was fucking furiously into her pussy. Both men got her off when she didn't want
to respond sexually at all.
Her body shuddered and shivered as she came wetly all over Turk's fucking prick.
Feeling her coming, he gripped her hips tightly and fucked his powerful cock in and
out of her pussy with a fury. His prick slipped and slid rapidly and her cunt responded
with wetness and more tightness, clenching his cock like a hungry mouth.
The tremendous, unexpected orgasm made Karen's young mind spin. She lost track of
what she was trying to avoid. As she came, she helplessly fucked her hot cunt back on
Carrington's rampaging cock.
"God damn!" someone gasped. "Look at her fuck!"
And Karen shamefully realized that she was, indeed, fucking the horrible man. This
realization only made her sob louder, but she couldn't stop her ass from writhing or her
pussy from fucking on the mind-boggling cock. Crying helplessly, whimpering and
moaning, she fucked against her will, and her tight little pussy sucked the man off.
Turk's hot balls tightened up against the base of his thick cock. He fucked his prick into
Karen's body harder and faster.
"Here it comes, baby! Ohhh, honey, fuck that pussy of yours! Screw it, baby! Good girl!
Keep fucking like that! Uh! Uhhhhh, you're gonna get me off! I'm gonna bust my nuts
up your pretty cunt!"
Karen whimpered with fear and disgust. She wasn't fucking to make the bastard's cock
feel good; she was fucking because her cunt felt good! She didn't want this man's prick
to make her come so much, but she had no control whatever over her wicked young
body. Her pussy simply creamed and creamed against her will, and it twisted hornily on
the man's fucking, driving prick.
"Ohhhh, nooooo!" she cried, feeling his cock swell up in her pussy.
But there was nothing she could do about his coming, either, and she knew it. Turk's
enormous boner plunged brutally right up into her cunt and he held it deep in her
twisting belly as huge wads of hot cockcream blasted her pussy-guts. His prick lurched
and jerked wildly in her fucking pussy and he pumped a full load of burning jism into
her cunt. Karen cried and sobbed as her cunt sucked more and more come up out of
the guy's big balls. She felt his thick jism gush into her pussy and the sensations made
her come again. She writhed and shivered as her orgasm whipped through her naked
young body.
When he was finished with her pussy, Turk pulled his drenched cock out of her cunt
and put it back in his pants. He peered around at the small band of horny, dirty men.
He grinned.
"She's all yours, boys," he said.
Karen screamed, but her scream was lost in the uproar Turk's statement caused. The
men booted and howled like a bunch of school-boys. The smelly bathroom was in
pandemonium as Turk Carrington headed for his office.
He closed the door and dialed the phone. "This is Turk Carrington. May I speak to Mr.
Santenelli?"
After a few more seconds, he stood up straight and spoke carefully into the phone.
"Mr. Santenelli? Turk Carrington. How are you, sir? Good, good, glad to hear it. Sir – I
have something for you. A special little gift. For your animal pictures... what? Cost? Oh,
no cost to you, sir. Perish the thought! No, sir, it won't cost you a thing. I owe you, Mr.
Santenelli, and I pay my debts. I could have gotten twenty years if it hadn't been for
you... No, sir, this is a gift, free and clear. She's a teenager, sir, practically a virgin. I'll
ship her up to you this afternoon."
After his phone call, Turk sauntered back into the main hall. He took a chair for his ass
and one for his feet. Then he settled back to watch the hot action in the bathroom.
Seeing him there, the men made sure they didn't block his view. It wouldn't do to get
Mr. Carrington mad.
Turk watched hotly as a big guy squatted down between Karen's creamy white thighs
and fucked his big cock into her pussy. He was a massive man, tall and wide, and his
cock was enormous as it filled the girl's little cunt-hole and rammed into her jerking
body.
As the big guy fucked Karen's tight little pussy roughly, another man, slender and dirty,
knelt on the floor near the girl's face. Grinning lewdly, he grabbed a handful of
Karen's golden hair and twisted her face to him. Turk heard her cry when she saw the
guy's stiff, wet prick near her open mouth. But before she could close it, the man
pushed his prick into her mouth and fucked it in and out like the guy fucking her cunt.
Turk's prick came alive again in his pants as he watched the men fuck Karen's cunt and
mouth. It got him so horny that he finally got to his feet and elbowed his way into the
dingy bathroom. He caught the slender guy by the shoulder and knocked him to the
floor. Then he took his place at Karen's mouth.
"Hi, baby," he said with an evil grin. "Damned if your mouth doesn't turn me on again.
Here, suck my cock, honey. I think you'll find it cleaner and better tasting than his."
Karen didn't want to suck him off, but his cock-head sliding across her tongue so wildly
gave her feelings and sensations she wasn't used to. Turk's prick filled her whole mouth
with hot cock-meat, and to feel his prick pulsing and throbbing as it fucked in and out
made her whimper and shiver. Worst of all was the fact that the huge man fucking her
cunt with his enormous boner made her want to suck a cock!
She tried to hide this terrible fact, but it was no use. In her dazed condition, she hardly
knew it herself when she lifted a hand to Turk's prick and took it. She held onto the
throbbing cock and moaned softly as he fucked it in and out of her wet mouth. She
sucked on his cock helplessly as the big cock in her pussy turned her on again. She
came profusely, shivering and jerking wildly on the toilet seat as both cocks ravaged
her.
Turk let out a ferocious growl all of a sudden. Karen tried to push his cock out of her
mouth. But he chuckled lewdly and grabbed the back of her head. Then he shoved all
of his big prick into her mouth and fucked his cock-head into her gulping throat. As he
fucked his cock in and out of her throat, it exploded, and great wads of hot cock-cream
pumped into her mouth. Her pussy creamed and she moaned hotly on the comespitting cock 
in her sucking young mouth. She gulped and gulped as a huge supply of
jism filled her mouth again and again. Some white come squirted from the corners of
her mouth. And Karen couldn't help but drink it down.
The cock in her tight little pussy then pumped a good load of thick jism into her
twisting belly, and she came on it. This orgasm, so close behind the last, rendered her
absolutely helpless before these horny males. She didn't even know when Turk and the
other man were replaced by two more men. All she knew was that her pussy was
fucking crazily on a big, stiff cock and her mouth was blowing another cock.
When these two men pumped their come-loads into her cunt and mouth, two more
men took their positions with her. Karen's head spun crazily and she came and came
and came. She came so much and so hotly that she lost all sense of what was
happening. Her eyes rolled in her head, then closed in unwanted rapture. Her breathing
grew very rapid and her tits heaved as cock after cock filled her pussy and mouth.
Suddenly she no longer had sense enough to plead for mercy. Her pleas ceased and
turned to helpless moans. when a stiff cock invaded her churning pussy, her hand
blindly groped the air for another prick. A man slipped his cock to her and she
whimperingly brought it to her mouth and sucked on the cock feverishly as the man
behind her fucked her cunt.
She lost all sense of time, of reality, as her mouth and pussy became hotly sucking
things. A big cock shot a load of jism into her writhing belly and pulled out of her
pussy. A stiff prick fucked into her mouth. She gulped down huge amounts of thick
jism. Another cock ravished her cunt. Another filled her mouth, her throat. She
whimpered.
A big man stepped up for his turn at her pussy. He inserted his hard cock into her
sweet, young pussy and started fucking her like the others. Karen's cute ass started
writhing homily and her cunt sucked on his massive boner.
But suddenly the guy pulled his cock out of her cunt and wiped her plentiful pussy
juice up over her cute little asshole. Karen tried to cry out, feeling that, but she
couldn't. Her pretty mouth was full of thick, fucking cock.
The man between her trembling thighs gripped her hips and pressed his soaked cockhead 
against the small hole of her lovely ass. Karen's face screwed up in pain as he
slowly but forcefully fucked his cock into her asshole.
"Mmmmm!" she protested on the big cock in her mouth. But such a small whimper
from such a little girl had no effect on the monstrous lecher fucking his cock into her
tight, lovely asshole.
The pain was incredible at first, and Karen thought his big fucker would rip her up the
middle The huge prick stretched her asshole so wide that it took her breath away and
she had to stop sucking the other man's prick as the giant cock inched up into her
assguts.
Then, slowly at first – and to her amazement – the gigantic prick started to feel as
good up her ass as it had up her pussy. For such a big man, he was strangely gentle, as
if he ached to fuck her asshole but had no desire to hurt her while doing it. Karen
appreciated the kindness.
The man himself explained his behavior later as he slowly and pleasurably fucked her
cute ass. Pressing his mouth against her hot little ear as he fucked her ass, he
murmured: "Just relax your ass-muscles, honey. That's it. Just relax and I'll fuck you
nice. Doesn't that feel good now? That's it, that's it, just screw your asshole round and
round slowly and let me do the rest. I know how to take care of girls like you. My
daughter loves this."
Karen choked on the prick in her mouth when she heard the man mention his
daughter. Does he fuck his own little girl? Golly!
She didn't want to think naughty things at a time like this, but the man's remark made
her dizzy head fill with sexy scenes of big men fucking their own daughters. Then her
busy mind shifted to erotic pictures of dogs fucking her! And she came wetly as the big
man plunged his wet prick in and out of her clenching asshole.
Her come got her so excited that she sucked the man off who was fucking her mouth.
Gulping continuously, she swallowed mouthful after mouthful of his jism, and her
sucking little mouth left his prick a lot cleaner than it was before.
The man fucking her asshole grew quite horny, and Karen held her breath. His
gentleness wore off and he started shafting all of his long, thick cock up into her 
assguts with such force that her head spun. Two men were licking and sucking her tits
now. Another pushed his filthy cock into her mouth. And the man behind her fucked a
big load of hot jism into her ass. Karen whimpered loudly and came again as his
massive cock rammed into her ass, spitting jism savagely.
By then, Karen was helplessly horny, thoroughly at the mercy of her own unbidden
passions. All those big hot cocks had turned her into a mass of writhing female flesh,
and now she had no defense whatever against her own feelings and sensations. Her
mouth and cunt and asshole all seemed to ache for more pricks, and the more cocks
that fucked her, the happier she seemed.
Finally, gasping for breath between cocks, she craned her neck and looked back over
her shoulder. Her blue eyes widened and she gasped mournfully. There was a long line
of men still waiting to fuck her!
Just before fear and utter dread made her eyes roll in her head, she had counted fifteen
men. They must have called others!
"Ohhhh, nooooo!" she whimpered as two more men assaulted her fuck-holes with their
fiery pricks. One cock slipped easily into her soft, sexy mouth, and the other wedged up
into her twisty fuck-hole. She shuddered wildly as both cocks fucked into her body and
turned her to jelly.
The gang-bang seemed to go on for an eternity. It was forever to Karen. Stiff cocks
seemed to come from every direction. Her mouth and pussy and asshole seldom got a
rest. And worst of all, there were those relentless male mouths always at her tits,
sucking her pink nipples.
An hour later, Karen was practically unconscious from all those fucking pricks and the
tremendous orgasms they had created in her body. She was still shivering and
trembling, all drenched in cock-cream, when the fucking finally stopped.
"Give her this," she heard Turk say.
The next thing she knew, a man had her head twisted around and he poured cool liquid
down her throat. It revived her somewhat, but she was dizzy as hell and unable to hold
herself up. Men had to stand to each side of her and brace her.
"Put her dress on her," Turk Carrington ordered them.
Two men got her dressed and held her up on her feet. Karen staggered, trying to focus
her eyes, but she couldn't. Her head was buzzing after so much strenuous fucking. Her
lips and asshole and pussy-lips were all tingly and vibrant. She felt drunk.
"Bring her along," she heard Turk say.
The two men took her arms and guided her out of the smelly bathroom. As she
stumbled forward, Karen felt great gobs of jism leaking out of her pussy and asshole.
Those men, she thought, must have pumped quarts of come into her helpless body.
The sticky fuck-fluid leaked down her inner thighs as she staggered across the room
between her guides. They led her outside and pushed her into the back seat of a
limousine. She fell weakly onto the seat and saw Turk Carrington get in with her. From
the other side, another man entered the rear seat with them. Two more got into the
front seat.
"Wh-where are you taking me?" Karen whimpered.
"You'll see," Turk replied.
"Please," Karen begged, trying to sit up. "Tell me. what are you going to do to me?
Please don't kill me."
"Kill you?" Turk laughed, sliding his hand under her dress onto her pussy. "Don't be
silly, baby. We aren't going to kill you. Hell, we're gonna make you a star!"
Laughing, he tugged at her lower body and got her belly across his lap so he could lift
her dress and play with her ass and cunt. The other man pulled her face onto his lap
and unzipped his pants. His big, thick cock jerked out of his pants and he had Karen
suck him off as Turk finger-fucked her asshole and pussy.
After she ate the man's spitting cock and drank all his come, she gasped for breath and
panted: "Please... I don't understand... what are you doing to me?"
She had realized as she lay still for the finger-fucking and mouth-fucking that she was
powerless. It must have been the drink they'd forced on her. Her mind was alert, and
she certainly wanted to get away from these horrible men, but she couldn't move her
legs or arms. Or her limbs wouldn't obey her mind's commands.
"Just relax, honey," Turk said with a chuckle. "You're gonna star in some animal
pictures. You like animals, don't you? How would you like a nice, thick animalcock
fucking in and out of this sweet pussy of yours?"
"Oh, my God! No!" Karen shrieked.
The two men laughed, then the men in the front seat laughed with them, and Karen's
whimpers and moans were lost in the fun.
"We've got a long ride ahead of us, baby," Turk said lasciviously. "Let's just relax and
enjoy the trip. what do you say? Want to entertain us?"
The four laughing men took turns fucking the hell out of Karen. First, the two in the
rear seat fucked her brutally, one in her pussy, the other in her mouth. Then they
exchanged places in the car with the other two men.
The only break Karen got was when the car stopped so the men could switch. when the
door was open, she saw a police car parked in the distance. It was then that she really
found out how powerful that drink had been. She couldn't move a muscle to help
herself.
The four men exchanged places and then the doors slammed shut again. Karen sobbed
pitifully as two new men sucked her tits and tongued her mouth and fingered her fuckholes, 
then fucked her royally. One made her sit on his lap facing him, right on his
rigid fuck-pole, and as he fucked her cunt homily, the other man knelt on the seat and
fucked her sexy mouth with his prick.
Turk had told her the truth. It was a long ride. And the four horny men did all sorts of
sexy things to her on the way, using her body freely and happily, rendering her helpless
with extreme and repeated orgasms.


Chapter 6

Karen was dazed and woozy as two men ushered her into the foyer of a huge mansion.
Then she was turned over to three lovely young women in tiny bikinis. Hazily, Karen
noticed that the men departed as the three women led her away.
She found herself in a plushly carpeted elevator that rose two floors. Still dizzy from all
the brutal fucking, Karen felt soft carpets beneath her feet as she was led along a
corridor. A beautifully designed door swung inward and the women helped her inside.
The door was closed and the women removed Karen's dress.
"Wh-what are you doing?" she whispered weakly. She had sucked so much cock, she'd
lost her voice.
"Just relax," one woman said kindly. "We're going to bathe you."
Karen was so confused by this time that she went with the women docilely and let them
submerge her in a big blue tub filled with warm water and lots of bubbles. To her
amazement, the three women stripped naked and got into the tub with her, where they
proceeded to wash her all over.
The relaxing bath only served to soften Karen. She suddenly began to cry like a little
girl.
"I don't understand," she sobbed as the women bathed her body. "Why am I here?
Where are we? What's happening to me? I wanna go home. Please talk to me. Why are
you being so nice to me? What's happening?"
The luscious brunette who was gently washing her ripe young tits gazed into her eyes.
"We can't tell you anything you don't already know. You apparently got somebody mad
at you. What did you do? Didn't Mr. Carrington offer you a nifty job?"
"Nifty!" Karen gasped. "He wanted me to be a whore!"
The three girls laughed. One gave Karen's thigh a gentle pinch. "And you were too
good for that, huh?"
Karen's mind whirled. Her eyes sought out those of the friendliest, the brunette, and
she said: "Please. Why are you doing this?"
"It's our job," the brunette said.
"Are you prisoners, too?" Karen asked.
The three giggled. "Not hardly," said the brunette. "We love it here."
"Where is here? Where am I?"
"You ask too many questions," the redhead said. "Just be glad you're alive."
"Gloria!" the brunette snapped. "Don't be so mean. You can see she's scared to death as
it is."
"Tough shit," Gloria replied. "She brought it on herself, didn't she? She got the same
chance we had. She chose to turn it down and play little Miss Goddie-Two-Shoes. She
made her bed, let her lay in it!"
"Don't mind her," the brunette said to Karen. "She's a grouch."
The girl named Gloria and the slim, small-titted one left the bathroom, and Karen
looked pleadingly at her newfound friend. "Please tell me what's going to happen to
me. I heard Mr. Carrington saying something about animals. He... he..."
"Don't ask me questions like that," the brunette said. "I'd get into trouble."
She cupped one of Karen's proud tits and pressed her lips to her ear. Karen started to
protest and wiggle away, but the brunette whispered: "Pretend you like it. Don't let
them see you struggle with me. You seem like a good kid. Behave yourself and go along
with it all. Don't make waves around here."
"Oh, my God!" Karen gasped. But she relaxed against her friend and let the brunette
feel her up.
The brunette sat up then and gave Karen a secret wink. "What's your name?" she asked
aloud.
Karen thanked the girl with her eyes. "Karen."
"My name's Marilyn. You look awfully young. How old are You?"
"18."
"Mmmmmm, you're built like a 16-year-old. Nice tits. And a pretty pussy."
Karen couldn't go along with all that. "Is this necessary?" she asked.
Marilyn saw that this chick could not be trusted to keep her pretty mouth shut. "Yes, it
is. This is what I'm paid for. To take care of you."
"Well, you don't have to talk dirty," Karen complained. She had so wanted this woman
to be her friend, but how could she put up with lesbian talk like that?
"Suit yourself," Marilyn said.
The other two girls came back into the bathroom then. The one named Gloria carried a
huge bath towel. To her partner she said: "Becky, help Marilyn get her out of the tub.
"Becky and Marilyn took Karen by the arms and lifted her out of the tub. Karen didn't
like what happened next. All three women dried her body in such a sensual way that
her nipples and clit erected.
"Please," Karen whimpered helplessly, "let me dry myself."
Gloria giggled. "Feels too good, huh? Well, you haven't felt anything yet."
Karen caught her breath and stared downward in growing alarm as the three maidens
rubbed her lithe young body dry. What did Gloria mean by that remark?
She soon found out. The towels were dropped to the floor, then, to her complete
surprise, all three girls started licking their tongues over her bare flesh. Karen reacted
immediately by jerking away.
Female hands grabbed her arms and legs and held her in place as the three tongues
lashed her tits and nipples and wormed toward her cunt.
"No, no, Karen whimpered. "Please... stop that... Ohhhh, don't..."
Soft feminine mouths captured her spiking pink nipples and sucked gently on them as
Becky knelt in front and licked Karen's pink, fresh pussy.
Gloria and Marilyn pulled Karen's legs open so their partner could get her tongue up
into Karen's pussy. Karen gasped as her long, slithery tongue wiggled up into her fuckhole.
"Stop!" she shrieked.
A buzzer sounded. The three girls released Karen and stood up. Karen gazed at them,
puzzled by this sudden change.
Marilyn shook her head slowly at Karen. "Too bad you can't play the game right."
The three took hold of her and guided her out of the bathroom. The other room was a
huge bedroom, plush and well furnished, but it was the sumptuous bed that caught
Karen's eye. She had never seen a bed equipped with manacles before.
"What... what are you doing?" she stammered as she was pulled to the bed.
She was forced down onto her back and as she struggled and whimpered, her wrists
and ankles were cuffed. She was spread-eagled.
"We have our job to do," Marilyn whispered.
The three women slithered onto the huge bed with her and attacked her body with
their hands and mouths. Karen went crazy beneath their teasing fingers and feverish
mouths. Becky took her left tit, Gloria her right, and they sucked the hell out of them
for her. Marilyn buried her face in Karen's fluffy cunt-muff and tongued her pussy till
she was writhing with the pain of all this pleasure.
Karen felt her orgasm build up swiftly in her tightened belly and she cried out as her
hapless cunt flooded wetly. Her body arched on the bed and her wrists and ankles
pulled at the manacles. Her blonde pussy got all creamy and hot as Marilyn expertly ate
her out.
At the height of her exquisite orgasm, Karen saw herself in the big mirror on one of the
walls. She was horrified to see how excited she looked, writhing and jerking with lustful
pleasure, but she couldn't stop herself. The three horny girls were getting her so
deliriously passionate!
What Karen did not know was that the mirror on the wall was a two-way mirror. On
the other side of the wall, it was a huge picture window. And men were watching her
come.
The room on the other side of the mirror was bigger and even more plushly furnished
with soft chairs facing the window. There was a long bar, and expensive glass ash trays
on antique stands. Above the window and aimed into it were cameras. The seats were
filled with men.
In the front chair, the one closest to the window, was a shrunken old man with sparse,
white hair and gleaming black eyes. His left hand had a nervous twitch as he stared at
Karen getting off under the three licking, sucking woman. Beside his chair stood Turk
Carrington and two other men who looked like frozen statues, mean and rough.
"Very good," the small man said in a crackling voice.
The short phrase seemed to please Turk. He beamed and said: "I thought you'd like this
one, sir."
Mr. Santenelli's beady eyes narrowed on the horny scene before him. "She can't be
traced, you say?"
"No, sir."
"No relatives? A husband? Parents?"
"No, sir. I checked her out myself before calling you."
"Then no one will miss her if she disappears," the old man muttered.
"No, sir. Just a friend or two in the waitressing business, but I can take care of them for
you. She's all yours, sir."
There was silence as the old man watched Gloria and Marilyn change places at Karen's
body, and Gloria started eating the girl's luscious little cunt.
"You can go," he said.
"Yes, sir," Turk replied, and he quickly left the room.
Mr. Santenelli sat for a long time watching the pretty 18-year-old girl jerk and buck on
the bed as the three females turned her on beyond her capacity. A strange light flamed
in his dark eyes and a sickly grin crossed his mouth. His bony finger found a button on
the arm of his private chair and he pushed it twice.
At the moment, Karen thought the buzzing sound was in her head. The three woman
had her so turned on! So it was a shock to her when all three abandoned her on the
bed. Without a word to her, they got to their feet and Marilyn unlocked the cuffs. Then
the three pretty attendants left the room.
Karen sat up, breathing erratically, and gazed about dazedly. She wiggled off the bed
and padded to the windows. Each was barred. Her heat pounded behind her pointed
tits. She was a prisoner.
The door opened and she whirled. Marilyn came in, still stark naked. With her was a
maid wheeling a cart.
"Your lunch," Marilyn cooed.
"I don't want any lunch!" Karen snapped. "I want to get out of here."
Marilyn simply smiled at her, then she and the maid left her alone again. Karen looked
at the silver trays and her tummy growled.
Behind the mirror, Mr. Santenelli and a few choice guests – and his
bodyguardswatched Karen's cute ass wiggle as she moved across the room to the trays.
They sat smoking and drinking as the luscious teenaged girl ate her lunch. Just
watching her stuff her pretty mouth with food was enough to raise cocks in the next
room.
When Karen had finished eating and drinking coffee, Mr. Santenelli raised a hand. A
well-dressed man suddenly appeared at his side and stood at attention.
"My nephews are in the video-game room," the old man said evenly. "Get them. Let's
see what three little boys can do with a piece of ass like that. And when they're in there,
start camera six.
"Yes, sir," his henchman said, and he hurried away.
Karen sat back from the empty trays and sighed. She had really been hungry, and it felt
good to have something in her belly besides jism.
Marilyn entered the room and smiled. "Have a good lunch? Good. I'll just take the tray
away."
"Marilyn, wait," Karen blurted, standing up. "I'm sorry I was so bitchy before. But I
don't want to do things like this. Where are my clothes? I don't want to stay here. I
don't understand how you can do this. Why are you here? You seem to want to be
here."
"I do."
"But... these men are evil!"
Marilyn burst into laughter and pushed the cart out of the room. Behind the wall
mirror, Mr. Santenelli watched her beautiful naked ass wiggle as she leaned over the
tray to push it outside. He could see her dark-haired cunt between her luscious legs.
When she was gone, his eyes returned to the young and vibrant body of Karen
Hatcher.
A few moments later, his three nephews were brought to his side. Carlos, Nick and Alf
were all teenagers. He gathered them around him and, like an uncle offering a present,
he pointed to the large window.
"How would you boys like to play with that for a while?"
"Jeez, Uncle Angelo," Nick gasped. "You mean it?"
"Sure he means it!" Alf snickered.
"Just don't mention the mirror," their uncle warned.
"We won't!" said Carlos, staring at the pretty naked girl in the other room.
"Go get it!" Angelo Santenelli said, and he laughed heartily as the boys darted out of
the room.
Karen was at the windows again, still searching for a way out, when the door opened
and the three exuberant young boys barged in.
"Oh!" she gasped.
She grabbed for the first thing available to cover her nakedness. It was one of the
pillows on the bed. She hugged the pillow against her body and stared open-mouthed
as the boys came into the room.
"Man, she's cute!" Carlos exclaimed, and his young eyes were big with wonder and
fuck-lust.
Hard-ons appeared in their pants and Karen felt a sinking sensation in her chest and
belly. It was obvious why they were there.
Mr. Santenelli pushed another button on his chair and a voice came from the small
speaker.
"Yes, sir?"
"Give me sound. I want to hear this."
"Yes, sir."
There was a click and then he could hear Karen. She backed up until her cute ass
pressed against a wall. The three boys advanced, glaring and chuckling, eager to get
their hands on her.
"No, please," Karen gasped. "Get out of here! Who are you? Please, ohhh, please, let
me alone!"
She couldn't believe that such young boys could look so thoroughly wicked. She gasped
when they all unzipped their pants and brought out their stiff young cocks, all wet and
horny for her.
Nick made a grab for the pillow. Karen screamed and tried to run. Carlos put his foot
out and tripped her. She fell with a thump and the pillow prevented injury to her tits.
The three boys were on her like ducks on a bug, and their observing uncle chuckled
with glee.
Karen tried to roll and wiggle away, but the boys were horny for her now. Small, hot
hands grabbed her luscious tits and mauled them as stiff wet cocks poked at her body.
"No, no, nooooo!" Karen whimpered, but she was powerless against three boys at once.
At one point, she succeeded in warding off a boy's stiff prick as it jabbed at her sexy
mouth. But she was so occupied with the effort that she couldn't protect her pussy at
the same time. A laughing kid stuck his horny prick into her pussy.
"No!" she cried.
And at that moment, as her lips formed a beautiful O, Nick shoved his cock into her
mouth. He held her face tightly and fucked his prick in and out fast as Alf rammed his
hard cock up into her cute cunt. Carlos was busily sucking one of her ripe tits.
Karen pushed and wiggled a lot, but to no avail. There was just no way she could cope
with three assaulting boys at once. Even when she managed to writhe her ass and force
the prick out of her pussy, it did no good. The boy on her face fucked his horny cock
down her throat and shot a fiery load of come that startled her. Then the other boy
pushed his cock back into her furry little cunt and fucked crazily on her.
With her senses reeling and her breath failing her, she was no match for the little
demons raping her. Before she knew it, the smallest boy's prick was fucking in and out
of her mouth and another cock was up her pussy. Small hands felt her all over and she
couldn't help responding to their forceful touch. Her body started aching for orgasm.
In the other room, one of Santenelli's bodyguards murmured: "A good film, sir.
"It's more than that, Vic," the old man said. "Those kids are going to be my lieutenants
someday. I want to see what they're made of."
"Yes, sir."
Santenelli's beady eyes riveted on the sexy scene when he saw Nick pushing at the
other boys. "Roll her over!" he heard the boy command. All three rolled Karen's
helpless body over onto her belly and tits.
"Look at that cute ass!" Nick rasped hotly. He gripped his fiery young prick in his fist
and pushed it at Karen's quivery asshole.
"Oh, no!" Karen cried. "What kind of a boy are you? Please! Don't do this to me!"
Nick chuckled lewdly and shoved with all his might, and his slender young prick
fucked into Karen's writhing ass. A moment later, he was fucking the hell out of her,
drilling his stiff prick into her juicy asshole.
His peeping uncle was highly pleased by this turn of events. "You watch that one," he
said to his bodyguard. "Now there's a boy with initiative. See how he went for her
asshole? Good boy! Fuck that little bitch! God damn, look at him go! You keep your
eye on that one, Vic. He could be the next godfather!"
The man's view of things would have appalled Karen had she known it. All she could
think of was the pain in her ass, then the incredible pleasure. Why does it have to feel
good? she wondered helplessly. The boy's cock was so nice up her ass, so slippery in
her asshole, so big in her ass-gut.
To make matters worse, another boy was finger-fucking her cunt-hole and toying with
her clit. And the youngest of the three pushed his stiff prick into her gaping mouth and
fucked her there hornily.
Santenelli pushed the intercom button. "Use the whole film on this one and print fifty
thousand copies. Get them distributed by Wednesday."
"Yes, sir."
Vic chuckled. "Damned good movie."
"Getting horny, Vic?"
"Yes, sir."
Santenelli snapped his fingers twice. Two topless waitresses appeared in little black
skirts. They dropped to their knees and sucked the two men off as they watched the
three young satyrs rape a very horny nymph named Karen.


Chapter 7

Karen writhed on the floor with her eyes clenched shut and her pretty head rocking to
and fro as she gasped for breath. The moment the three boys finished with her, they left
her alone, and she twisted there, groaning low.
Behind the two-way mirror, Angelo Santenelli's dark eyes burned into her luscious,
creamy body. Nodding his head with satisfaction, he pressed a button three times. The
window he was looking through became a mirror. Lights came on. He got to his feet.
As if that were a signal, everyone in the room stood up. The two topless waitresses
licked their come-smeared lips and smiled at the men they had just blown.
Santenelli turned and walked with a limp across the floor. His back was slightly bent,
his shoulders hunched. A part of his left ear was missing. Rumor had it that it had been
bitten off in a bar brawl years before.
His bodyguards moved with him, like extra arms and legs. To Vic he said: "She's a
mighty fine little piece. Nice and young, too. She should go on to bigger and better
things. Have her brought downstairs."
Karen was still moaning and writhing on the floor when Gloria and Becky appeared to
help her to her feet. They took her into the bathroom and bathed her again. The tender
feminine touches only confused Karen further. Her nipples and clit responded
automatically to the girls' gentle massages.
Becky giggled and drew a long narrow hose to Karen's sweet, pink pussy. Karen's eyes
widened and she wanted to know what Becky was going to do with the hose.
"Just give you a little douche," the girl laughed.
It was some douche! Becky shoved the narrow hose up her cunt and turned the water
on full force. Karen went crazy in the tub as the giggling girl fucked the hose in and
out of her pussy and blasted her cunt-walls with the jet of powerful water.
"Ohhhh, stop, stop!" Karen shrieked, coming like crazy on the hose.
But Gloria and Becky held her down and laughed excitedly as the young girl got off. It
was delicious to them to watch Karen's pussy go wild on the blasting hose. They didn't
stop until Karen had come three times.
"Oh, my God!" Karen gasped when Gloria turned the water off. "Why did you do that?
You knew what it would do to me! Please, please... why are you being so mean to me!"
"Mean?" Becky laughed. "What's mean about coming?"
"But – it's against my will!" Karen complained. "I don't want to be here! Please, help
me to get out of here!"
Gloria and Becky giggled and felt Karen's tits and pussy and ass as they dried her whole
body with rough terry towels. By the time they finished with her, Karen's body was
shining and pink and tingling. They guided her to the bed.
They propped her up comfortably with luxurious pillows. Becky left the room for a few
moments. She returned with a small silver tray. On it was a tall glass of a coollooking
drink.
Gloria removed it from the tray and passed it to Karen. "Here," she said, "drink this."
Karen took the cool glass in her slender fingers but gazed at it suspiciously. "What is
it?"
"Something to refresh you," Becky said.
"Am I leaving this place? Is it over? Can I go home now?"
"Just drink it," Gloria said, and she urged the glass toward the girl's full, pouting lips.
Karen tasted the drink and found it pleasant. Then she drank it down. Becky took the
empty glass, placed it on the tray, and sauntered out of the room. She couldn't have
been gone more than two minutes, but when she came back, Karen already felt funny.
"Is it working?" Becky asked her partner.
"Let's find out," Gloria said with a sexy smile.
The girls sat on each side of Karen, and Gloria whispered: "How do you feel?"
Karen found it difficult to move her lips, but she murmured: "What was that drink?
There's something the matter with me. I can't move my arms or legs. I... I feel... heady."
"Good, good," Becky said soothingly. "It'll relax you. Doesn't that feel nice? Doesn't it
feel like you're floating on clouds?"
"Why... yes!" Karen said, heaving a big sigh that made her ripe, jutting tits rise up.
"And... and... tingly!"
The girls giggled at that remark and winked at one another. Then they pressed their
faces near Karen's. Their lips met and kissed against Karen's. Their tongues emerged
from their mouths and licked Karen's lips.
"Ohhhhh," Karen moaned.
Strange new sensations, thrilling sensations, filled her mouth. Her eyes softened and
grew heavy as her tongue slithered out of her mouth helplessly. Gloria and
Becky licked it hotly and Karen went to pieces, shivering and shuddering and
whimpering with fuck-lust.
"She's ready," Becky said.
The two attendants got off the bed and Karen struggled to say: "Ready for what?"
"You'll see, kitten," Gloria said sexily.
She took Karen's wrist and helped her to her feet. She held Karen upright as Becky
slipped a little garment on her ripe, curvaceous body. It was a see-through little thing
and it ended just above her furry cunt. Her proud tits looked silky and beautiful
through it.
"What are you doing?" Karen rasped, gazing down at her own beauty. "Why do I have
to wear this tiny thing?"
"You'll see," Gloria giggled. "The men want to see you."
"Men! What men! Ohhhh, noooo, please, let me go!"
Gloria and Becky laughed lightly and effortlessly led the whimpering girl out of the
room. Everything seemed hazy to Karen as her bare feet padded across rich, plush
carpeting. She found herself in an elevator, wedged between her attendants, and she was
certain that if Gloria and Becky hadn't held her up, she would have crumpled to the
floor.
The elevator descended four floors into the deep basement of the luxurious mansion,
but to Karen it felt as if it had dropped into the very bowels of the earth.
The elevator doors opened upon a huge ballroom, expensively furnished with a bright
array of sofas and recliners. Luxurious crystal chandeliers hung from the ceiling. The
room was filled with drinking, laughing men and women. Topless waitresses in little
skirts darted everywhere with silver trays, their tits jiggling naughtily.
Before Karen could really survey the place, her attendants ushered her to a big stage at
one end of the room. She was helped to climb ten steps onto the stage. She happened to
glance upward and she puzzled over what she saw. There were lots of men up there on
strange seats, sitting behind huge cameras.
She had no time to figure that out. Before her was a long, velvet-cushioned bench of
some type. Gloria and Becky led her to it.
"Just relax, kitten," Gloria whispered as she and Becky eased Karen down onto the
bench.
"What are you doing?" Karen asked weakly, turning her face this way and that as the
two girls manacled her to the bench.
Gloria cuffed her hands to the sides of the special bench. Becky cuffed her ankles to the
two bench legs. With her arms down and her knees open, Karen looked delicious in the
center of the well-lighted stage. Her ripe young tits strained beautifully on her small
chest, and her furry little cunt could be seen by all.
"Who wants to prime her?" a voice called out.
"I do, I do!" Becky screeched, jumping up and down excitedly.
"Okay, Becky, you've got the part. Everybody else off the stage."
Karen twisted her head and peered out at the vast audience to see who was giving the
orders. On the nearest sofa, she saw a bent old man grinning lewdly at her. To each
side of him was a topless waitress. He had his hands under their little skirts and the
way the girls were wiggling, Karen was sure he had his fingers up their cunts. His cock
was out and both girls had a hand on it, jerking his prick.
"Oh, my God!" she whimpered. "What kind of a place is this? Ohhh, God."
Angelo Santenelli turned his face and said: "See what I mean about these cute little
captives? Who needs a writer when you can get dialogue like that naturally?"
Karen looked away from the ogling audience. It horrified and shamed her to think that
she was being put on exhibition for their obscene pleasure.
She saw Becky kneel beside her, near her shoulder, and she heard that man yell: "Roll
'em!" She saw the overhead cameras lower and focus on her. Then it dawned on her
that she was going to be filmed for some reason. "Becky... please... tell me what's
happening to me.
"Just relax," Becky whispered, close to her face. "I'm just going to prime you."
"Prime me?"
"Yeah. You know – get you hot."
"But... but why?"
Becky giggled and licked the tip of her tongue across Karen's pouting young lips. "You
have to be hot to take on Bruno."
"Bruno? Who's Bruno?"
But Becky could talk no more. She knew her part well, having performed it several
times. She especially wanted to this time, because Karen's tits and cunt turned her on.
She was glad that Mr. Santenelli had let her do this to Karen.
Filled with appreciation and eager to taste the young girl, she extended her pink tongue
out of her sexy mouth and dragged the tip of it over the peaks of Karen's taut young
tits. Karen whimpered and shuddered. To her total surprise, and dismay, her tits
responded sexily to Becky's wet tongue. Her pink nipples spiked as the horny girl went
from tit to tit, licking, licking, licking.
"Stop... stop... "Karen moaned as intense thrills of unwanted pleasure made her whole
body wiggle and writhe.
From a corner of her whirling mind she knew that the men and women in the audience
were watching every move her body made. This only added to her feelings of shame
and humiliation.
But she was helpless to do anything about it. Her wrists and ankles twisted against their
bonds. Her tits heaved and quivered as Becky continued to lick them juicily. And, worst
of all for Karen, the tickle deep in her belly seemed to come alive like a snake and
began to inch toward her pussy. She didn't want her cunt to turn on!
Becky moaned with pleasure and licked her tongue between Karen's thrusting young
tits. She dragged her wet tickler all the way down Karen's belly, and that made Karen
jerk violently. Her cute little ass bucked on the bench as Becky's saucy tongue aroused
her.
With another soft moan, Becky dipped the tip of her tongue between Karen's puffy
pussy-lips, and teased her stiffening clit. Karen protested whimperingly and the
audience applauded.
Karen wasn't interested in the oglers now. She so wanted to stop Becky from doing this
to her. All Karen wanted was release from that dangerously sexy tongue.
"No, noooo," she moaned, writhing her cunt to get away from the tongue. "Pleasssse!
Stop! Ohhhh, don't do that!"
Her lovely semi-naked body arched and her tits, which Becky had bared, poked
beautifully into the air as her furry cunt twisted and jerked beneath the attendant's
mouth.
Becky caught her stiff little clit between her lips, then pulled it between her teeth. She
mashed her sexy mouth against Karen's pussy and mouthed her clit hornily. Panting
hotly, she licked and sucked the tiny clit and drove Karen out of her mind with sharp,
intense sex-thrills. The combination of the drug she'd been given and Becky's dedicated
cunt-sucking made Karen go wild on the bench. The men and women watching all this
were turned on by the little show.
Becky lowered the tip of her tongue to Karen's moist fuck-hole. Delicately, carefully,
she gently licked the tip of her tongue up and down the helpless girl's cunt-slit. Then
she inserted about an inch of her tongue into Karen's cunt-mouth and slowly fucked it
in and out. Karen screamed with agony.
Becky licked easily up and down Karen's cunt-slit and teased her pink, wet fuck-hole
with just her tongue-tip. Karen grew wilder and wilder. Her pretty head tossed and her
tits arched and her ass quivered and her pussy reached for more. Gasping and panting
helplessly, Karen now wanted to come.
"Ohhhh, please!" she shrieked suddenly, and she humped her pussy hornily in the air.
"Don't tease me any more! Fat me! Ohhhh, do it! Do it! Suck my cunt!"
The crowd howled with delight at this turn of events. It was precisely what they had
been hoping for. The reluctant, helpless teenaged girl was now hopelessly horny and
aching for a good come. She looked beautiful this way – humping and grunting and
begging for more.
Becky got to her feet. Karen's mouth fell open and she cried: "Oh, no! Don't stop!
Please – do more!"
Becky simply grinned at her. Karen twisted her face to the audience and stared glassy
eyed at Santenelli. "Please, please... "she begged him, sensing he could help her. "Make
her suck me! Oh, please!"
Karen saw the man laugh evilly, and everyone else chuckled, too, embarrassing her. If
she thought he was going to show her mercy, she was wrong. He had much better
things in mind for a teenaged girl with the hots.
Seeing that she would get no help, Karen turned back to Becky. "Please help me," she
whimpered, shoving her wet cunt in the air. "Lick my pussy all you want! Ohhhh,
please, don't torture me this way! You've got my tits and pussy so hot! Help me!"
"Bruno is ready for you," Becky said mysteriously. She turned and snapped her fingers.
A gigantic Great Dane came bounding out of the wings onto the stage. Karen took one
look at the huge animal and screamed. It was a blood-curdling scream that echoed
throughout the private theater – and it excited the hell out of the audience. One lady
shoved her face down and took a man's stiff boner into her mouth. A man saw her
bending over and he shoved his horny prick into her wet pussy from behind and fucked
her royally as she sucked the other guy off. Men and women everywhere started
stripping their clothes off. Unknown to them, Mr. Santenelli's cameras recorded this,
too.
Becky gripped the big dog's collar and led him up to the screeching, writhing girl on
the bench. Karen stared open-mouthed at the enormous animal and fear streaked
through her body. Now she knew what she had been primed for!
"No! No! Please, don't!" she wailed.
Becky laughed at her. "You want to get off, don't you?" she teased.
"Not like this!''
"You don't have any choice, kitten. Bruno wants to lick you. Wouldn't you like his
tongue to lap your pretty pussy? Look how big and wet it is."
Karen couldn't help noticing the size and wetness of the animal's tongue as it hung out
of his ferocious-looking mouth. Her cunt quivered as the thought crossed her dazed
mind that a tongue like that could really give her a delicious come. And the tickle in
her straining belly, now a hungry aching for orgasm, robbed her of common sense.
"Yes, yessss," she hissed hotly. "Please I'll do anything... just make me come!"
Becky laughed and the crowed roared. She led the dog up to Karen's tits and said: "Tits,
Bruno! Get her tits !"
Shockingly, amazingly, the Great Dane swept his huge wet tongue across Karen's
thrusting tits, and her nipples felt like they'd burst. She couldn't resist the sexual thrills
of it or the throes of ecstasy the dog-tongue caused her in. Bruno lapped the width of
his great tongue all over her jutting young tits.
"Oh, my God!" Karen gasped.
She stared down incredulously as the big-headed animal slopped his soaked tongue up
and down her tits, driving her wild with new erotic feelings. And he was relentless in
his efforts. He kept licking and lapping frantically, as if he actually craved to suck a
girl's tits.
The sensations in her licked tits soon coursed through Karen's twisting body and
speared their way down into her belly and pussy.
"I'm gonna come! Ohhhh, I'm gonna come just from getting my tits licked!"
A mini-orgasm rippled through her tightened cunt and Karen whimpered helplessly.
Her whole pussy turned on and got hotter than a firecracker as the big animal
continued to lap and lick her tits. Her nipples got so stiff and hard that she actually
thought her tits might come, too.
"Her pussy, Bruno!" she vaguely heard Becky command. "Lick her cunt!"
Karen moaned and her eyes closed as the dog romped around and got between her
knees. He shoved his wet snout between her trembling thighs as his nose rammed her
clit as his huge tongue swabbed her cunt-slit. Karen squealed and her body jerked
violently on the bench as the doggie-tongue licked into her pussy. Under Becky's
guidance and orders, the animal got his thick tongue into her fuck-hole and licked in
there until Karen thought she would pass out from the sheer pleasure of it all.
Becky leaned over and, with her slender fingers, pulled apart the lips of Karen's
drenched little cunt. Exposing her pussy-mouth and inner pink cunt-flesh, she ordered
the dog to lick faster. Bruno responded like the well-trained animal he was, and he
fucked his thick tongue up into the girl's wiggly cunt-hole.
Karen shrieked and bucked hornily as she felt that immense tongue fill her fuck-hole
and squirm around in her pussy-guts. Then she grayed out for a few seconds of
uninhibited lust. Her pretty head jerked back. Her throat constricted as she choked and
gasped. Her tits heaved. And her pussy churned violently on the fucking doggie-tongue.
Gasping hornily, she fucked her pussy as if she loved what was happening to her, and
the crowd went wild. Men and women fucked and sucked all over the big room as a hot
and sexy Karen fucked her cunt on the slurping dog-tongue.
Her ass swept up into the air and quivered there as she twisted her coming pussy
brutally on the animal's tongue. She grew so violent in orgasm that her cunt banged
hurtfully against the dog's snout. He sniffed and spit cunt-juice, but dared not disobey
Becky's commands. He nibbled the girl's twisting pussy and fucked his tongue deeper
into her churning belly, sputtering her pussy-fluids all over. Karen wailed with fantastic
release.
Becky giggled erotically. "If you like his tongue, you'll love his cock!"
It seemed to take an eternity for her words to reach Karen's ears. "Huh?" she
murmured stupidly, dazed as she continued to come. "Cock? What cock? I... I... Oh,
no!"


Chapter 8

Karen gasped when Becky ordered the Great Dane away from her twisting pussy. Her
pretty cunt wanted more of the big, scraping doggie-tongue. But Becky denied her that
pleasure.
"Back, Bruno!" she commanded. "Back!"
The huge animal stepped away from Karen's cute, furry pussy and looked around
dumbly, his big tongue hanging loosely from his wet mouth.
"More," Karen whimpered weakly, helpless now with horniness.
"Don't worry, kitten," Becky said hotly. "You're gonna get to come again.
Becky turned to the waiting animal. She squatted down at his side and the audience
roared as she slipped a hand beneath the big dog's body.
"How's your cock?" she purred, stroking the dog. "Are you ready for a nice, tight
cunt?"
Smiling prettily for the cameras, she grasped Bruno's thick prick. His cock had already
emerged from his cock-sheath, made stiff by Karen's sweet pussy. Becky gripped his
prick tightly and started jacking him off with pleasure.
Mr. Santenelli caught her eye. He extended one hand and slowly turned it over. Becky
understood the signal. She rolled the huge dog over onto his back and everyone could
then see his immense boner, all wet and thick and throbbing in Becky's hand.
She ran her fingers over his hot balls and teased them until the dog started grunting.
Then she smoothed her fist up and down along his cock-shaft, milking his prick.
Karen could see this, too. And, to her total surprise, the scene turned her on. She
couldn't understand herself now. Why was her pussy feeling so horny after such a big
come on the dog's tongue? Why did the sight of the animal-cock made her want to
fuck?
Becky sensed the girl's discomfort and she giggled. She knew from experience on this
stage that girls could be made to crave dog-cock. Karen looked like that now. Even the
audience seemed to sense that the time had come to see the pretty victim get fucked by
the huge animal.
"Okay, Bruno," Becky said with an excited giggle. "How would you like to fuck the
pretty girl's little cunt?"
Bruno's ears pricked up when he heard the words "cunt" and "fuck. "He wiggled away
from Becky's playful hand and leaped to his feet. He sniffed the air between Karen's
splayed thighs and his boner jerked menacingly. The audience, lower than the stage,
had a good view of all this action. They could plainly see Karen's sweet, pink pussy and
the dog's massive cock.
Becky smiled wickedly at Karen and guided the dog to the bench. She helped him up
with her hands and gave calculated commands.
"Oh!" Karen gasped, swallowing hard as the full weight of the dog pressed onto her
ripe, jutting tits. Bruno's huge front paws crushed down on her spiking pink nipples.
Karen's young mind spun with the realization. I'm gonna get fucked by a dog, she
thought hotly. She flashed back to the day she had forced Frenchie's little prick up into
her horny pussy. Now she was going to be fucked by a Great Dane's immense boner!
Delirious with expectation and helpless craving, she whimpered softly as she felt the
dog's furry legs scrape the insides of her creamy white thighs. This feeling alone made
her clit stiffen and quiver, and the tremulous fuck-urge deep in her belly became
volcanic.
"Help him!" she gasped, writhing her cute ass. "Ohhhh, help him, Becky! He's
missing!"
This brought a roar of erotic laughter from the audience, for they could see that the
horny animal was poking his prick around crazily, wetting Karen's ass-cheeks and inner
thighs. As Bruno tried to stuff his thick cock into the writhing girl's squirming cunt, he
grew greatly frustrated and howled in complaint.
Karen felt his prick stab blindly at her crotch. She suddenly forced herself to remain
stationary, and she held her pussy still in a breathless effort to help the animal find her
cunt-hole.
"I'll do it!" Becky breathed hotly.
Karen realized then that the attendant was upset by all this. Maybe she wanted to fuck
the handsome Great Dane!
Actually, Becky did want to fuck the dog. Her own passion was soaring as she
performed her job. She thrust a slender hand under the animal's heaving belly and
grasped his mighty cock tensely. The musky aroma of Karen's hot pussy and the feeling
of the doggie-prick in her hand combined to make her lust for a good fucking herself.
But she had to do her job and let Karen have the marvelous dog-cock.
She held Bruno's jabbing, throbbing prick in her fist and guided it for him. She bent
over and gazed hotly at Karen's young pussy-hole and aimed the end of the dog's cock
right at it. Bruno was still humping his haunches, panting hotly for pussy. His long red
prick thrust through Becky's fist and the big end of his cock fucked into Karen's open
cunt-mouth. Karen shrieked.
Becky released the doggie-prick at just the right time and it found its target. Then the
full length of his enormous boner sank easily into the horny teenager's soaked pussy.
"Oh, God!" Karen squealed as the animal-cock fucked up into her cunt.
Becky fell back on her ass, panting for breath but, remembering her task, she rasped:
"Tits, Bruno! Tits!"
The Great Dane dropped his snout to Karen's jutting, aching tits and his long red
tongue lashed viciously at her nipples as his immense prick fucked into her tight little
cunt.
"Oh, my God!" Karen wailed, and her ass writhed nervously and forcefully. "He's he's...
Ohhhhh, he's fucking me!"
The animal's hind legs danced on the floor as his lower body inched closer to her
twisting crotch. The erratic movements sent his horny cock drilling into her fuck-hole
and Karen gasped and moaned as he fucked into her.
The dog's tongue titillated her naked, thrusting tits as his thick cock fucked her pussy,
and both sent Karen's mind whirling. Her pretty face registered pleasure, then beautiful
animal-lust as her tight little cunt accepted all of the dog's plunging prick.
"Ohhhhh... fuck me!" she screamed.
Bruno grunted and drooled saliva over her tits as he jabbed his cock viciously into her
horny pussy. Karen gasped and moaned, and her pussy-muscles clenched on his drilling
prick, milking it in her belly as she thrilled to his cunt-filling prick. He fucked her
relentlessly and with powerful stabs of his cock that sent Karen into a tailspin of bliss.
She squealed and shrieked constantly as Bruno fucked his cock into her sucking young
cunt. Karen humped the dog's rampaging prick with mounting fuck-lust, writhing
hornily now as her cunt hungered for more fucking. The doggie-prick felt marvelous,
wonderful, fantastic! She moaned passionately as she felt every solid inch of Bruno's
throbbing cock fuck into her pussy. It was real! She was fucking her first real dog-cock!
She shrieked when she felt the doggie-prick enlarge in her cunt. The head of Bruno's
cock bulged and swelled, filling her tight cunt-channel as it slipped in and out furiously,
and Karen felt every inch of it. His fucking took her breath away. Her tits heaved up
against the dog's lapping, lashing tongue and her pussy clamped tightly around his
enlarging cock. She knew he was going to shoot his load of jism into her pussy.
Just knowing that sent the girl soaring to greater heights of horniness, fogging her brain
with sexual sensations she had once only imagined. Playing with Frenchie had been
nice, but the viciousness of this pounding dog-cock in her horny pussy made the Poodle
seem like a mere toy. Bruno's immense, fucking cock overwhelmed her.
"Ohhhh, I'm so hot!" she wailed, and she twisted her pussy crazily on the drilling
doggie-prick. "He's growing in my pussy! Ohhhh, mamaaaaa! It's getting bigger! Oh,
oh, ohhhhh, he's gonna come in meeeeeeee!"
Bruno's enormous boner stuffed her wet fuck-hole and plunged in and out relentlessly,
tirelessly. Karen's eyes rolled and a strange, beautiful smile lifted the corners of her
mouth as she fucked hornily back at the divine dog-cock. She was lost in a sea of
forbidden pleasure, totally unaware of how luscious she looked to the panting audience.
"He's gonna shoot!" she shrieked. She pushed her cunt hard and used her pussymuscles
to grip the dog's marvelous cock. He fucked and rammed and Karen's hot pussy
became greedy, sucking his cock in hornily.
"Fuck!" Becky commanded. "Fuck her, Bruno! That-a-boy! Give it to her! Fuck her
pussy, Bruno!"
The girl's encouragement made the animal go crazy fucking Karen's heaving, twisting
pussy-hole. He crashed his balls into her squirming little ass and fucked all of his wet
prick into her sucking pussy. He banged her cunt with ever greater fuck-thrusts and
powerful jabs. His whole body began to shudder. He drooled profusely onto her
thrusting tits as he fucked her savagely.
On a signal from Santenelli, Becky suddenly dropped forward onto her hands. She
crawled under the dog and gazed hotly at his huge boner fucking into Karen's sweet,
young cunt. Moaning softly, she twisted her pretty head and extended her tongue. She
licked the tip of it over Bruno's big, hot balls, then dragged it along his slip-sliding cock
and licked Karen's cute puffy cunt-lips.
Breathing more rapidly with each lick, she shoved her face up against the animal-cock
and human pussy and licked and sucked wickedly, driving both the girl and the dog
wild.
Bruno whined. His hind legs danced nervously. His hot balls slammed against
Karen's ass and Becky's wicked tongue. They swelled with doggie-jism. His drool
drenched Karen's tight, thrusting tits as his front paws mauled the hell out of them. He
bared his teeth. His ebony eyes glared glassily, reflecting his fuck-lust.
Karen saw his fangs and the sight of them added danger to the incredible fucking. She
stared up at him, half horrified, half horny, her emotions mixing as she fucked her juicy
cunt on his enormous prick.
Bruno's heavy haunches pistoned violently and his long, thick cock rammed into
Karen's jerking pussy. He howled, he grunted, he whined – then he shivered wildly on
her as he fucked his cock into her pussy.
"He's commmiiinnngggg!" Karen wailed helplessly.
She made a funny sound in her throat and threw her head back, eyes closed, as she felt
the doggie-prick explode and start filling her pussy with thick wads of jism.
She found it fascinating. Weird. Strange. But terrific! She trembled from head to toe,
her own orgasm spilling forth violently. She matched the animal's powerful fuckthrusts
with heaves of her own as she felt his come shooting into her cunt. She felt his come
pounding against her sensitive cunt-walls and the sensations only made her come more.
Bruno slammed his come-spitting prick into her cunt and yelped as if in pain as great
globs of thick cock-cream ripped through his prick into the sucking cunt.
Karen bucked and jerked and twisted crazily on the bench as the dog's immense cock
fucked and splashed wetly into her pussy. Sobs and whimpers escaped her lax mouth as
her pussy sucked the dog-cock off. The tightness and hotness of her young cunt had a
devastating effect on the animal. He rammed his cock into her so violently and with
such fury that Karen swooned. The pleasure became too much for her young mind, and
for several delirious moments she passed out and wallowed in a sea of fuck-lust. Even
unconscious, she kept her hot pussy fucking on the raging doggie-cock as Bruno filled
her belly with thick come.
Beneath them both, Becky hornily swabbed her tongue all over the fucking dog-cock
and Karen's hot cunt. As doggie-jism seeped and squirted from the edges of Karen's
tight pussy, she licked it up and ate it. She breathed crazily and her tits heaved as she
raunchily sucked the dog-prick and the girl's twisting cunt and asshole.
Bruno yelped and his cock plopped out of Karen's clenching cunt. Becky ordered him
away when she saw that the last squirt of his jism plastered Karen's sweet ass. Then she
knelt between the moaning girl's thighs and lapped up the cock-cream. When the come
was gone, she kept her tongue moving on Karen's lovely ass-cheeks. Finally, she parted
them with her thumbs and, to the audience's delight, tongue-fucked Karen's cute little
asshole.
It was Becky's wicked tongue that aroused Karen and brought her back to reality.
Feeling the girl's tongue up her ass made her whimper and moan, and her whole body
shuddered with repeated orgasms as Becky went crazy on her ass.
Karen couldn't believe what was happening to her. Her asshole felt as if it were coming
like her pussy!
Becky continued to lick and suck the girl's asshole until she was a whimpering mass of
hot flesh. Karen never suspected there was design to all this incredible pleasure.
Before she could even get her breath back from the mind-boggling assholesucking, she
felt the bench being moved. She forced her heavy eyes open and saw that Becky was
operating levers, making the whole bench tip on a slant. Karen's head was lowered.
"Wh-what are you doing?" she panted.
Becky just smiled lewdly. Then she snapped her fingers, and Karen saw a huge black
dog who was led out on a silver leash.
The animal was marched past Karen and she had to look upside down at what was
happening. It soon became clear. Becky guided the magnificent animal above Karen's
head, then slowly and with certain commands, urged him to step backwards.
His tail brushed over Karen's face and she twisted away from it. When she looked up
again she saw the dog's powerful balls hanging under his belly. Then she stared at his
enormous cock-sheath.
"No!" she gasped.
The audience laughed erotically when Karen realized what was going on. They loved
the way the captured girl twisted and protested so weakly. It was all one big turnon for
them.
Another topless waitress appeared and tucked a small pillow beneath Karen's twisting
head. Karen kept protesting, moaning pitifully as she watched Becky jerk the animal's
prick to make it emerge from its sheath. Crying and sobbing, she saw the dogcock
emerge slowly from the skin – a long, thick red prick of frightening proportions.
"No, nooo, please," she whimpered, to no avail.
Her pleas only excited the onlookers and made Becky jerk the dog's thick cock faster
and harder. When she had the animal's prick hard, she and her partner helped the dog
into position.
Karen tried to twist her pretty face away from the enormous boner throbbing just
inches from her, but the two attendants quickly held her head still. Then Becky
commanded the beast and his hind legs danced as he inched forward a little. The thick
end of his rigid fuck-pole bobbed menacingly around Karen's nose.
Becky squatted down and kissed Karen's ear. "Just suck his cock, honey," she
whispered. "This is the last act for now. Open your mouth and take his cock inside.
Come on now, be sensible. You're gonna blow his cock one way or the other. Make it
easy on yourself. All you have to do is make him come in your mouth, and then you
can go back to your room."
Becky's sing-song voiced lulled Karen into surrender. She stopped struggling. Her eyes
closed and her pouting lips went lax.
"Good girl," Becky said, and she urged the dog forward.
The huge, throbbing animal-cock slipped between Karen's soft, sensuous lips and
inches of the red cock-rod disappeared into her sexy mouth. The audience howled.
Karen moaned when she felt the dog's prick fill her mouth. Her lips felt so sensitive!
And her tongue!
It amazed her that, while the animal fucked her mouth, she started licking the dog-cock
with her tongue. No one could see her tongue, of course, but what dazed her was that it
felt good to lick that enormous boner as it fucked in and out of her mouth.
A few moments later, however, the audience did notice that the helpless girl was
sucking the doggie-prick with something very close to passion. Karen was overwhelmed
by the size and the feeling of the big dog-prick.
Under Becky's control, the animal started fucking wildly. His great haunches pistoned
and all of his huge prick fucked relentlessly in and out of Karen's sucking young
mouth. His big hot balls tightened up against the base of his thick cock. The dog's balls
quivered for a moment, then huge wads of thick cock-cream shot out of his balls and
torpedoed through his prick into Karen's hot mouth.
"Mmmmm!" she gasped on the fucking prick as it filled her mouth with thick jism.
White goo squirted from the corners of her mouth as she gulped and gulped in
selfdefense to keep up with the huge, come-spitting prick.
The onlookers went wild as they stared hotly at the final act. Karen whimpered and
moaned, panting for breath as she finished sucking and drinking the animal come.
Becky was true to her word. When the act ended in great applause from the gallery,
Karen was released from her bonds and led away. She barely remembered being
unleashed. Her head was spinning and her knees were very weak in the elevator.
She was returned to her comfortable quarters and given a warm milk drink laced with
vitamins and minerals. Afterwards, she collapsed on the bed and fell asleep. She
dreamed of Frenchie, but in her crazy dream, he had a cock the size of a telephone pole
and he fucked her with it...
Hours later, she came awake slowly and felt strangely refreshed. She stared up at the
ceiling and began to recall all that had happened to her. Waves of remorse swept over
her. All she had wanted to be was a good waitress. How did all this happen to her?
Alert but frightened, she asked herself several questions. Who was that important old
man in the audience? What did Roy Barth and Turk Carrington have to do with what
had happened to her?
Frenchie! she thought, and tears came to her eyes. Ohhh, Frenchie, who's taking care of
you? No one knows I'm missing!
But then she remembered Linda Schaeffer. Of course! Linda knows I've been
kidnapped. She must know! Linda! Linda! Help me!
As if she could transmit her danger with her mind alone, Karen tearfully cried inwardly
for help from her lesbian friend. Wouldn't Linda go to her apartment and find her
missing? Linda knew where the spare key was. Maybe she would do something.
The door opened and Becky came in with two other topless waitresses. "Come on," she
cooed, giggling. "Time for act two."
"What!" Karen screeched, recalling all she'd been through on the stage with the dogs.
"Again?"


Chapter 9

Linda Schaeffer was very concerned about Karen. As soon as it was possible, she went
to Karen's apartment and rang the bell. No answer. Bending down, she took the spare
key from beneath the mat and opened the door. Frenchie was right there, yapping and
leaping up and down for joy, thrilled to see someone.
Puzzled, Linda went through the whole apartment. It was very curious. No note. No
clothes missing. No luggage packed. Just an empty apartment and a hungry Poodle.
Linda fed Frenchie in the kitchen and as the dog gobbled his food, she sat and
pondered the situation. Fear crept into her mind. Karen had angered Roy Barth – and
now Karen was missing.
Linda bit her lower lip. What should she do? She wanted to keep her pretty nose out of
this kind of business. But what about Karen? God, but she had a lovely cunt! Linda
missed her friend's pussy.
I've got to do something, she thought feverishly. I can't just stand by and let this
happen. I just know Barth has something to do with Karen's disappearance. God only
knows what the poor thing is going through!
She got to her feet and absently moved into the living room. She sat on the sofa,
wondering about it all. Should she call the police? No, she couldn't do that. She had
nothing to go on, nothing to tell them, just a hunch, a belief.
Frenchie pranced into the room and immediately planted his front paws on the sofa
cushion between Linda's creamy thighs. He dipped his snout under her short skirt and
sniffed.
"What are you doing?" Linda squeaked, staring down at the furry creature. "Why, for
goodness sake, you're trying to lick my pussy!"
She giggled at his efforts. His whole body wiggled anxiously as he tried to push his wet
nose into her crotch. His furry head tickled Linda's inner thighs.
"Hmmm," she hummed thoughtfully. "Why not? Let's see just what Karen likes so
much about your tongue."
She stripped off her panties and perched her ass on the edge of the sofa so Frenchie
could have access to her cunt. The grateful animal whined and lashed his pink tongue
into her fuck-hole and whipped her clit.
"Oh, my!" Linda gasped, feeling thrills. "That's not bad at all. Ohhh, here... suck it!"
She leaned back on the sofa and stretched her legs and let the animal go at her pussy.
Frenchie was delighted and he buried his snout in her pussy-muff and licked furiously
at her cute cunt.
Linda smiled sensuously and watched what he was doing. She pulled her little skirt way
up and observed his hungry tongue as it attacked her pussy. Delicious feelings of hot
pleasure rippled through her pussy and belly.
"Ummm," she moaned, writhing her hot pussy slowly as Frenchie ate her, "that's not
half bad. "She giggled. "Too bad you're not a girl Poodle, though. Hmmm, maybe I'll
get myself a female dog. Your tongue is lovely, but that horrible thing you keep
stabbing at my leg has to go! Just lick my pussy, you horny little bastard, and never
mind the fucking!"
One particular lash of Frenchie's tongue on her quivery clit made her swoon. Her head
fell back and her hands pulled her blouse open. She lowered the little bra she was
wearing and gently massaged her aching tits as the dog got her off.
"Uh! Uhhhh!" she groaned.
Her body stiffened and jerked as great washes of cum-juice cascaded through her pussy
channel. Frenchie happily licked it up and drank deeply from her churning young
pussy. Linda enjoyed it thoroughly because she pretended Frenchie was a female dog.
"Fifi," she murmured hotly as she orgasmed. "I'll name my little girl Poodle Fifi!" And
her cunt creamed again on the wagging, lapping doggie-tongue.
It was during her afterglow of pleasure that Linda resolved to do what she could to help
her friend, Karen. She didn't want to lose that cute cunt so fast! It wasn't easy for a girl
like Linda to find vivacious and willing chicks like Karen.
And then, too, she thought as Frenchie sat down to lick his boner, there was the
business about unfairness in business. Why should a mother-fucker like Roy Barth get
away with so much? Linda knew that certain waitresses had been forced into fucking
with him because of his power. And she had heard stories about girls who had been
forced into prostitution and pornography by him. Were those stories true? What would
happen to her if she stuck her nose into Barth's business?
A shudder of fear rippled through her, but it only enhanced the creamy feeling in her
pussy. She smiled and gently rubbed her juicy cunt. Most girls, she thought, were afraid
of Barth because he was a man. Well, Linda refused to be intimidated by a person just
because he happened to have a cock!
She got up and put her panties on. She straightened her dress and fluffed her hair.
Then she kissed Frenchie on the nose and said good-bye.
"You be a good doggie while Linda's gone," she cooed. "And don't worry. Karen will be
home in no time. You'll see."
She left the apartment and put the spare key in her purse. She knew that Roy Barth was
off duty, so she drove straight to his penthouse apartment At his door, she braced
herself for the ordeal of confronting him. But she knew she had to go through with it
now.
Barth was in a terry robe when he opened the door, fresh out of the shower. He stood
with a martini in hand and grinned from ear to ear when he saw who it was.
"So you finally came around," he said, misunderstanding the reason she'd arrived.
"Come on in."
As Linda stepped inside she saw that he already had a hard-on. What an egotistic
bastard, she thought.
"I came around," she said, glaring at him, "but not for the reason you think."
Barth sauntered into the sunken living room and peered at her. "Oh? Then why are you
here?"
"I want to know where Karen Hatcher is. "Without flinching an eye, he said, "Karen? I
don't know where she is. She quit, you know."
"You fired her," Linda corrected him.
He shrugged his shoulders. "Okay, I fired her. "He sat down on the sofa. "Maybe she's
home."
"She isn't. I was there. Nothing's been touched, either. Where is she, Mr. Barth?"
"What makes you think I know anything about her?"
"Because you know everything about us girls."
Barth grinned with pride. "I'm glad you recognize my importance."
Linda gritted her teeth. She despised this man, but she knew he was the key to the
mysterious disappearance of her friend.
"Are you going to tell me or do I have to go to the union?" she threatened.
It dazed her when Barth burst into uproarious laughter. He threw his head back and
laughed loudly. "Go ahead," he chuckled happily. "Why don't you do that? Go ask
Turk Carrington where Karen is! That's beautiful!"
Linda felt fear again. So it's true! There is something between Barth and Carrington!
Were all those horrible stories she'd heard true? Did these filthy men actually turn
innocent waitresses into sex slaves?
Linda felt cornered. If it was true, how could she go to Carrington? Where was a girl to
turn if she couldn't even go to her own protective union?
Barth supplied her answer. In his own lecherous way, he was still thinking of fucking
this gorgeous chick. He'd apparently had a few martinis already and they loosened his
tongue as well as his lust. Grinning lewdly, he flipped his robe open and displayed the
full length of his big, thick, throbbing cock.
"Come here, Linda," he said hotly. "Quit this shit about Karen. The hell with her.
There's just you and me here. How about it? There'll be a big fat raise for you if you'll
suck me off."
Linda concealed her revulsion. When she was very young, a boy had forced her to lick
his prick in a drive-in movie. Ever since that day, she had been turned on only by pretty
girls and hot cunt. But now she saw that Barth's stiff cock was the key to the whole
thing.
"Maybe you're right," she murmured, eyeing his prick with hidden distaste.
"Hey! Didn't I tell ya!" Barth blurted excitedly. "God damn, I knew you'd come around!
What ya been holding out for? Jesus, for a while there, I thought you were queer!"
Linda played her part. "Well," she purred, "a girl doesn't like to be rushed."
"Rushed, hell!" Barth exploded, gripping his boner. "Can't you see I'm aching for that
pretty mouth of yours! Come here, Linda, stop cock-teasing!"
"What a ham you are," Linda giggled. She set her purse down on his coffee table and
went to him. Without hesitation, she knelt on the floor before his rigid fuckpole. He
took his hand away and let her look at his prick.
"Big, huh?" he laughed.
"Enormous," Linda admitted, watching his cock throb.
She reached out and caressed his prick with her soft gentle hand. It felt funny to hold a
man's cock after all these years. She stroked his fucker slowly, trying to concentrate on
her real task.
"Hey, that's nice, baby," Barth said, leaning back as she pumped his prick up and down
in her fist. "You do like cock, don't you? Mmmm, jerk it nice, honey. Hey, I like your
hand."
Linda leaned forward and stuck her tongue out. Remembering how that boy had taught
her to lick cock, she lapped her pink tongue up and down Barth's thick prick. He
groaned. With the gentleness she was accustomed to when she was licking cunt, she
slowly and lovingly teased his cock with her tongue and fingers. He was delighted.
"Mmmm," she moaned softly. "You were right all along, Mr. Barth. I should have given
in sooner. You have a beautiful, powerful cock. God, how stiff it is! And so big!"
Her words made the guy heady. He smiled proudly and gazed through heavy eyes as
the luscious chick massaged and licked his prick.
Linda twisted her pretty head and lapped the tip of her tongue around the base of his
cock. "It's Karen's own fault," she murmured, nibbling his balls. "If she had been nice
to you, she wouldn't be in trouble."
"Damned right!" Barth groaned, pushing his rigid prick at her mouth. "Serves her right
for being so damned high and mighty. The bitch."
Linda slipped her mouth down onto his throbbing cock and gave his prick-head a nice
long suck and a few little licks with her tongue.
"I'm glad I'm not in her shoes," she murmured.
Her mouth thrilled Barth and he shuddered. "You don't have to be, baby! Keep sucking
cock like that and you'll do just fine around here. God damn, your mouth is sexy. Suck
my cock, baby, suck it."
Linda took his cock into her mouth, then sucked her lips off it slowly and tantalizingly.
"I wonder if we'll ever see her again?" she purred.
"Maybe," Barth grunted, trying to fuck his prick into her mouth. "Depends on how she
behaves. Mr. Santenelli doesn't like bitches. Maybe you'll see her in some porn flicks
here someday."
Linda's fist stiffened on his cock. Her mouth froze on his cock-head.
"What's the matter?" Barth wanted to know.
Linda quickly recovered and breathed: "Your cock makes me so hot."
She took his cock back into her mouth and slipped her lips all the way down to her
curled fingers. She bobbed her pretty head rapidly then and let him fuck her mouth for
a few moments as she gathered her thoughts.
Mr. Santenelli. The name sounded familiar. Didn't she see him on TV or something?
Something about the underworld. Yes! That was it!
Oh, my God! Linda gasped within herself. Karen is in the hands of gangsters! Barth
had some connection with them! And so did Carrington. Turk Carrington, the man
most waitresses believed to be their friend. The union boss!
What am I going to do? I've got to find out more. I've got to go through with this and
let Barth shoot his come down my throat! But I've never sucked a man off!
She did now. There was no escaping Barth's hot prick at the moment. He grabbed her
head and pushed as he grunted like an animal and his cock exploded in Linda's sucking
young mouth. Huge wads of thick jism gushed out of his prick and Linda found herself
swallowing rapidly to keep up with the steady supply of come. Her pretty mouth filled
numerous times before Barth's prick slowed down.
Then Linda caressed his cock almost lovingly and drank the rest of his come. So this is
what the boy in the drive-in had been trying to give her. It wasn't half bad!
To her complete surprise, Barth shoved her away from his prick after he came in her
mouth. "You can go now," he said cruelly. "I've got a date with a real woman."
Puzzled and stung by his words, Linda got to her feet and retrieved her purse. As she
went to the door, Barth said: "Hey, kitten. You think you're real smart, don't you?"
"What do you mean?"
"You know what I mean. You think you were pumping information out of me. Well,
you didn't get anything I didn't want to give you. Smarten up, chick. Your friend Karen
is in good hands, getting what she deserves. If you don't want the same, butt out! There
could be a freeway accident... if you know what I mean."
Linda's mouth fell open and fear gripped her heart. Her ripe tits heaved in her blouse
as tremors shot through her. Her blood ran cold.
Barth laughed and sneered, "See you at work tomorrow. I want to fuck you on my desk
so don't wear any panties to work. Understand?" His eyes were dark and ugly.
"Y-yes... "Linda whispered.
However, in the hours that followed, Linda came to realize that she could not close her
eyes to what was going on. She went to Karen's apartment and erupted in blind rage.
Barth, she vowed – and Carrington and this Mr. Santenelli – had not heard the last of
her! There were international headquarters of the union to whom she could turn. Then
there was the National Labor Relations Board. There were officials who would like to
know what was going on around here between union bosses and waitresses!
She sagged onto the sofa. Frenchie leaped up on it with her and snuffled around her
pussy. Linda removed her wet panties and let the Poodle lick her cunt as she pondered
the immediate situation. Karen Hatcher was in deep trouble here and now, and the kid
needed her help – and probably her tender mouth!
As Frenchie licked her pussy into a nice lather, Linda remembered that there were men
she could turn to. There were two guys in particular, rather tough customers, who had
tried for months to get into her pants. Why not enlist their aid and their muscles? Oh,
she would have to suck them off and let them gang-bang her, but after her experience
with Barth's cock, she felt that it might be fun!
Her experience with Barth's prick changed her in another way, too. She reached down
and stroked Frenchie's head as he sucked her pussy. "You're not so bad," she purred,
wiggling her juicy pussy. "Maybe I'll get a boy-dog after all. Let's find out."
She sat up and grabbed the Poodle between her hands. She lifted him away from her
furry, wet cunt and got him down on his back. She pushed his hind legs apart and
stared at his pink prick where it stuck out of its protective sheath. Sucking her cunt had
gotten him hard.
"Let's find out what this is all about," she breathed, touching her fingers to his cock.
"You like this, don't you? I'll bet Karen even sucks you off. Does she? Look at you!
Why, you love it!"
Giggling, she pressed her fingertips against the underside of his stiff cock and rubbed it
up and down. His prick grew longer and thicker as she toyed with it.
"Hmmm," she hummed softly, "that's quite a mouthful for such a small dog. How big
does it get?"
She caught his thickening cock between her fingers and her thumb and started jerking
it slowly. Then she curled her fingers around his thick prick and whacked it faster.
Frenchie whined his pleasure.
It excited Linda to be freely playing with a prick. Her mind kept flashing back to that
night in the car with the boy. So this was what it would have been like had she gone
along with him. The boy had wanted her to jerk him off and suck his cum down her
throat, the way Barth made her do.
Her thoughts and the feeling of the doggie-prick throbbing in her hand made Linda
terribly lewd. With a soft moan of new pleasure, she lowered her face to the dog's furry
belly and licked her tongue on his prick.
The feeling and taste excited her. Memories of Barth's enormous boner in her mouth
made her lips tingle with anticipation and she knew that she was going to suck the
Poodle's cute little prick.
She giggled rather lewdly and parted her lips. She inched her face closer. She gripped
his cock and aimed it higher so her mouth could get on it easily. Bracing herself
inwardly, she slipped her lips down onto his rigid fuck-pole and started sucking him off
with passion.
She surprised herself at how horny she got blowing the doggie-cock. Frenchie's prick
enlarged in her softly sucking mouth and bulged mightily so that Linda thought it was
as big as Barth's. Her eyes closed softly and she started bobbing her pretty head rapidly
on the dog's cock.
"Mmmm-mmm-mmmmm," she moaned.
Her nostrils flared with excitement and she started twisting her head this way and that
as she fucked his cock with her mouth. Her tongue licked and lashed wickedly and
Frenchie howled. His hot balls plastered against the base of his prick. Big wads of thick
gooey come shot through his cock-pipe. His prick-head exploded between her cheeks
and great gushes of jism filled her mouth.
She gulped hotly and swallowed all of his come. Frenchie just lay there shivering and
jerking and fucking his cum-spitting cock into the girl's lovely mouth. Whining and
whimpering, he shot his load furiously, and Linda drank all the jism he supplied.
When his cock stopped spitting come, she licked it all over. "Ummmm, that was kind
of nice," she purred, licking her tongue over his quivering balls. "So this is what 
it's all about."
She gathered the helpless mutt in her hands and rolled onto her back. She opened her
thighs widely and pulled the Poodle between them.
"I never thought I'd see the day when I'd want a prick near my cunt," she breathed
hotly.
Linda pressed the panting dog against her crotch and slowly fucked her pussy around
against his prick. His fiery red prick never had a chance to go soft. Her hot cunt made
his cock lengthen and thicken again. She hotly rubbed her pussy on his cock.
The doggie-prick lengthened beautifully and Linda was able to maneuver it into her
saucy little fuck-hole – where no cock had ever been. She gasped at how good it felt
between her tight cunt-lips and she yanked on the dog to get more of his cock up into
her pussy-gash.
Frenchie's thick prick separated her pussy-lips and filled her fuck-hole. Linda went
crazy. She crushed the dog to her crotch and fucked hornily on his cock. It did the
trick.
"I'm fucking!" she wailed, coming wetly. "Ohhh, a cock is fucking my pussy! Ew,
ewwww! It feeeels sooooo gooooooood! Ummm, no wonder Karen loves you! Ewwww,
fuck me, Frenchie, fuck meeeeee!"
She came five times on the wiggling, fucking animal.
"I'll get Karen back to you, Frenchie! You'll see! Ohhhh, just fuck my cunt till she gets
here! Ohhh, Daddy! Why didn't you tell me about cock?"


Chapter 10

Karen Hatcher's shrill scream reverberated throughout the theater as two hefty
attendants in nothing but skirts hauled her onto the stage once again. Karen struggled
and cried as the two strong women pulled her to the upholstered bench.
Everything looked the same to Karen as she looked around through tear-filled eyes. But
things were not the same. For one thing, the audience was different. Mr. Santenelli was
there, but everyone else was new to the scene – new paying customers.
The bench looked the same to Karen, and just the sight of it filled her with dread of a
repeat performance. She was in for a surprise right from the start. The matrons did not
stretch her out on her back as before. They forced her down onto her knees and then
pressed her face to the bench. Her jutting young tits were crushed against the soft,
velvety material.
The two amazons adjusted her lithe young body until her cute naked ass was sticking
up in the air. They shackled her wrists to the sides of the bench and her knees to the
wooden legs. In this position, Karen's tits were pressed tightly on the bench and her
thighs were open in a wide upside-down V. Her furry pussy and cute asshole were fully
exposed to the appreciative audience.
Karen twisted her reddened, tear-stained face around and looked over her creamy white
shoulder to see what was to happen to her. A woman led a huge black dog from the
wings onto the lighted stage as overhead cameras recorded everything. Karen
whimpered at the sight of the dog. It was the same dog she had had to suck off before.
A shiver of dread rippled through her body. It was obvious to even her that they
weren't going to make her lick the dog's cock. They had something else in mind.
Actually, their plan was simple. For the customers sakes, the object was to get this
teenaged girl so roaring hot that she would be glad to get fucked in the ass by a
German shepherd. And how they got Karen primed was also simple. They began with
the black dog.
The huge animal was led right up to Karen's lovely exposed ass and he was commanded
to jump on her. He mounted her back dutifully and planted his front paws between her
shoulder blades. Karen cried out when she felt his great weight on her, and her pussy
quivered.
One of the attendants reached between Karen's ass and the dog's belly. She grabbed his
cock-sheath and played with it until his thick prick inched out, all red and wet. Then
she caressed his cock and milked it lovingly until it was a throbbing mass of stiff cockflesh.
Karen felt the dog-cock grow and poke against her ass-flesh. She sobbed pitifully and
shivered with fear. The audience roared and clapped their hands and called out for
more action.
In response to the audience demand, the attendant guided the black dog's thick cock to
Karen's sweet, pink pussy. "Get it, Ace!" she rasped.
The huge animal repositioned his hind legs as he felt a cunt near his cock, then he
lunged brutally. His thick prick sliced up into Karen's vulnerable pussy.
"Nooooo!" she shrieked, and she trembled uncontrollably as the doggie-prick ravished
her fuck-hole.
Her cunt-lips were forced open and the dog-cock filled her pussy-mouth. The dog
drooled saliva all over her back and his powerful haunches thrust continually. His
massive boner fucked wildly in and out of Karen's tingling pussy.
Karen whimpered and sobbed weakly as the terrible fucking went on and on and on.
The cruel animal-prick ravaged her fuck-hole and fucked into her belly relentlessly. The
tireless cock drove Karen up the wall. It felt like a machine in her pussy, fucking so
steadily and brutally. Her cunt-lips and clit and even her womb tingled like crazy from
the driving, fucking doggie-cock. And when the animal busted his nuts, the poor girl
swooned.
In her dazed condition, turned on against her will, she gyrated her cute ass round and
round to the audience's greater pleasure. They howled and laughed and applauded as
the poor girl fucked back on the big dog-prick.
Karen knew she was fucking hotly, but she couldn't help herself. Not with this dog or
the next one. For the minute the animal shot his come-load into her squirming pussy,
the attendants brought on another dog.
Karen whimpered in protest and tried to speak, but only gurgles came out of her throat
and she couldn't get her breath back.
Her tits heaved against the bench and she felt her nipples all stiff and tingly, like her
clit. What could she do against her natural reactions? Nothing but fuck!
A huge mixed-breed dog was helped up onto her slim young back and his enormous
cock was forced into her juicy cunt. Karen sobbed as she felt the biggest animal-cock of
her life fuck up into her pussy. Worst of all for her immense cock. Her whole pussy
vibrated and was that her cunt creamed naughtily for the squirmed on the thick prickshaft 
and she fucked her pussy hornily as the dog pounded her cunt.
His enormous cock seemed to grow in Karen's hot, twisting cunt. Her pussy set the
animal on fire. He instinctually fucked toward a come, wanting to empty his balls.
Panting and groaning, he slammed his cock into her pretty cunt with such force that
his hairy balls slapped her clit repeatedly, getting her off again and again as he fucked
toward his own orgasm.
Her come-filled cunt leaked profusely and the onlookers loved it. It was quite a sight to
see such a sweet pussy dripping with velvety fuck-fluids as a huge dog-cock ravished her
fuck-hole. Karen's mind whirled as the doggie-prick grew larger in her tightened pussy.
"I'm... I'm cominggggggg!" she shrieked.
Her pussy flooded once more, then the monstrous dog-cock plunged into her heaving
belly and fucked giant wads of thick jism into her pussy. Karen wailed helplessly and
came all over the gushing dog-prick. The more it squirted, the more she came, until at
last she was totally out of breath, shivering and shuddering from head to toe.
The attendants backed the dog off of her. One led him away, the other brought on
another, a Great Dane. The powerful animal jumped her without command and fucked
his mighty prick up into her horny, twisting cunt. Karen swooned again and almost
passed out as the long, red cock invaded her cunt.
"No, no, noooo," she whimpered weakly. "No more, please. No more."
Oddly enough, a few more fuck-strokes of the powerful dog-cock in her tight little
pussy made her gasp: "Oh! Ohhh, fuck meeeee!"
She fucked her burning pussy hornily on the rampaging animal-cock. Her pussymuscles 
clenched tightly around his thick cock-shaft and milked his prick as it drilled in
and out relentlessly. It amazed her how tireless dogs were. It seemed as if they could
fuck forever.
Of course, they couldn't fuck forever. When Karen's hot pussy drove his cock to the
heights of sensation, he grunted and fucked wildly in and out of her clenching little
pussy. His boner erected further and grew thicker in her twisting cunt. Then he blew
his wad viciously and fucked her pussy full of come.
Karen came wildly on the spitting prick and wailed helplessly, but now she screamed
for more cock. Her cry was heard and gladly attended to. The dog was soon replaced by
another, then another – and another! Big dog-cocks fucked into her pussy again and
again and again. Karen begged for more!
Then there was a pause in the fucking that almost drove the girl out of her mind. She
gasped and whimpered with fuck-lust as she writhed her pussy anxiously.
"Wh-what's happening?" she cried. "Please... give me more..."
"Oh, you're gonna get more," laughed one of the pretty attendants.
There was some activity that Karen couldn't see in her face-down position, but she soon
found out why the audience had gotten excited.
A monstrous Saint Bernard was led to Karen's lovely young body. He mounted her and
the sheer weight of the dog made Karen shiver with anticipation of a huge cock. And
she got it – but not where she expected.
One attendant leaned down and guided the animal's enormous boner, not to Karen's
waiting, hungry pussy, but to her asshole. Karen screamed as the thick cock entered her
asshole, and she moaned loudly as the big prick fucked into her ass. Her little asshole
stretched around the thickness of the dog-cock.
To get the act going strong, the topless waitress knelt down and pushed her face
between the chunky dog and Karen's sweet ass. Panting hornily, she licked the dog's
balls and licked Karen's cunt slit and sucked her clit. The animal grew quite horny and
started fucking the hell out of Karen's defenseless asshole.
Two other topless waitresses brought another dog, a Great Dane, to the other end of
Karen's shivering body. He was guided crosswise over the bench and onto Karen's face.
His cock was jerked into stiffness, then guided into Karen's mouth. As the saint
Bernard fucked her asshole, the Great Dane fucked her mouth. Both of her fuck-holes
were quickly filled with jism.
Karen's entire body quivered and writhed as the dogs ravished her. Her eyes rolled in
her head as one animal-cock raped her asshole and another fucked deeply into her
gulping throat. An innocent waitress had been turned into a hapless victim of lust.
The two mighty dog-cocks fucked her to the brink of unconsciousness, so she did not
hear the sudden commotion in the audience. Two men and a tall, lanky brunette had
entered unannounced. The men had guns in their hands. The brunette's eyes stared in
shock at the scene on the stage.
"Oh, dear God," she gasped. "Look!"
"Go get her," one of the men snapped, keeping his eyes on Mr. Stantenelli's
bodyguards.
Linda Schaeffer hurried to the stage and knocked two topless waitresses on their asses.
She pulled the dogs off Karen. She ordered one of the waitresses to unshackle the girl.
The waitress obeyed.
Karen's eyes fluttered. "what is it? what's wrong?"
"It's all right," Linda said soothingly, helping Karen to her feet. "Just take it easy now."
"Linda! It's you! Ohhh, nooo! Did they get you, too?"
"No time to explain now," Linda said, leading her down the steps. "Just take it easy,
kitten. We'll have you out of here in no time."
"But-but – I don't understand. How can you be here? Oh, Linda, they'll kill you!"
"They're not going to kill anybody. In fact, if they aren't careful, they might get killed.
The two guys I brought with me aren't studs to fool around with."
Mr. Santenelli glared up at one of the guys. "Do you know who I am?"
"Nope," the man said, "and I don't give a shit. Just sit still."
"What are you after?" Santenelli wanted to know, frowning with puzzlement. "Are you
cops? What precinct? No, you can't be cops. They'd know better than to pull a stunt
like this. What is it then? A hold-up? Is that it?"
The guy grinned crookedly at the man. "We don't want your fucking money. We got
what we came after."
Santenelli stared in disbelief as the two men and the brunette helped Karen Hatcher out
of the room.
"Well, I'll be damned," he murmured. "They came just to get that chick!"
But his wonder was soon replaced by anger. His show had been interrupted! He
stormed to his private office and placed a few calls. He wanted revenge – and he
wanted it now!
What he didn't know, however, was that Linda Shaeffer had placed phone calls, too.
There was already an investigation underway to look into this matter of the local union
forcing waitresses into prostitution.
Linda didn't know it, but she was a local heroine. Once she got in touch with the
National Right to Work Legal Defense Foundation, other waitresses were exposed to
the interviews and investigations. Suddenly the Foundation had dozens of witnesses
ready to testify against Roy Barth, Turk Carrington and other union officials who had
been using and abusing them for years.
At the moment, neither Linda nor Karen knew anything about this snowball effect. All
they knew was that they were safe and sound in Karen's cozy apartment.
Linda bathed her friend and the two guys helped her put the worn-out girl to bed.
Hours later Karen awoke refreshed and beautiful. After a good meal, she sat up in bed
and smiled gratefully at the two guys – Ed and Lou – and cooed: "I guess I owe you
two a lot."
To her complete surprise, Linda jumped between the leering men and the bed. "Oh, no,
you don't!" she laughed. "These two are mine!"
Karen's eyes widened and her pretty mouth fell open. "what's this? Am I hearing
things? Linda! Are you fucking these guys?"
"You're damned right I am," Linda giggled.
Karen was so happy for her. She had thought she would have to give Linda her pussy
for years to come to pay her back for her kindness. Yet here she was, clinging to two
big men, and apparently eager to fuck them both. What a change!
But more changes came to them all eventually. Within months, the Justice
Department's Organized Crime Strike Force indicted Roy Barth and Turk Carrington
on forty counts of embezzlement, racketeering, obstruction of justice and pandering.
Linda and Karen – along with a host of other victimized waitresses – testified at the
court hearings.
The results weren't fair, but they satisfied the girls. Roy Barth and Turk Carrington
copped a plea to one charge of embezzlement. They were sentenced to two years in
prison, with all but six months suspended, and fined $10,000. As required by law, both
men resigned their jobs in the union.
Santenelli's name came up several times in the hearings, but – oddly enough – it never
appeared in newspaper stories. He was never called to testify in any way. To all
appearances, there was no such person as Angelo Santenelli. Barth and Carrington
denied ever hearing the name.
Even so, Linda and Karen were gratified. Karen had told her story, not knowing if it
would be believed. No one seemed to really accept her tale about sex shows and special
benches and dogs trained to fuck girls. In fact, her lurid account of her experience was
lost in a sea of other stories about sexual discrimination on jobs and about long
working hours without adequate pay.
With no reference to sex at all, a Superior Court judge ordered the union to pay Linda
and Karen $50,000 each in damages. And that was the end of it.
Linda took her money and retired to Malibu Beach with her two studs. Karen remained
in her modest apartment and banked her cash. She was perfectly content to remain a
working girl who could come home each night to her favorite Poodle, a very happy
Frenchie.
She got a job slinging hash in another restaurant, and each night she crawled onto her
bed with Frenchie and got her pussy licked good. She finished off each evening by
letting Frenchie fuck her pussy with his stiff little boner.
Slowly but surely, Karen was able to reestablish a living routine that satisfied her
tremendously. She put the past behind her and lived each day as it came, enjoying
comfortable evenings with her pet Poodle. She liked her job, her apartment and her
pet...
Then came a strange twist of fate. One evening as she sat on the sofa with Frenchie's
furry head twisting like crazy between her thighs, the telephone rang. It was a young
attorney who had read everything about her in the newspapers.
"I'm very interested in the part that didn't get printed," he said. "May I see you and
discuss it?"
"What part?" Karen asked.
"The part about the sex shows, the cameras, the films and the dogs."
"Why do you want to discuss that?" she wanted to know.
The man chuckled and said, "Because I smell a quick buck in this. In fact, to be honest
with you, I see a chance to get rich. You, too."
He sounded nice enough , so Karen permitted him to come over that very evening. He
turned out to be a young, handsome, sexy guy with lots of ambition and know-how.
His name was Ted Warren and he had a hot idea. He believed every word Karen told
him about her sexual ordeals at Santenelli's place. Acting upon it, he filed suit, not for
criminal justice, but for money. Santenelli was such a fast worker that most of the erotic
films were already distributed by the time Linda showed up with her two studs. Ted
Warren simply sued on the grounds that the star – Karen Hatcher – didn't get paid!
The royalties on the films across the country amounted to tens of thousands!
Oddly enough, Santenelli got a big kick out of this. He appreciated the move of Karen
and Ted. He pleaded no contest and let them win the suit, and Karen would get a big
hunk of the profits from her pictures for a long time to come.
The cream on this amazing cake came when Ted Warren asked Karen to marry him.
Karen didn't have to think twice in order to accept Ted's proposal. He was actually
surprised when the sexy young girl said yes. He'd thought he would have to chase her
for months, maybe years. He just didn't know what had attracted her to him so
magnetically.
During the long investigation weeks, she had had to meet Ted at his palatial home on
the hill overlooking the city. It was then that she saw something that made her tits perk
up and her pussy cream. Ted Warren owned two magnificent Doberman pinschers!
Now Karen couldn't wait to become Mrs. Warren and the sole mistress to those sleek
animals! while Ted naturally thought her cunt was aching for his prick, her cunt was
really vibrating for those two long, thick dog-cocks. And she got them...
Two years later, at the age of 20 and as Mrs. Ted Warren, Karen started a secret
business of her own. With her busy husband off at courts around the country, she
privately financed a small motion picture company of her own. Recalling the techniques
used by Mr. Santenelli, she converted the basement of the Warren mansion into a
fabulous studio, complete with overhead cameras. She imported marvelous breeds of
handsome dogs and produced hundreds of beautiful fuck-films of the animals fucking a
girl. The girl in every film was, of course, her.


THE END
