Prisoner Of Pain
by Sally Watkins
(SA-101)


CHAPTER ONE 

The lovely eighteen-year-old girl with the curly brown hair settled back 
into the seat of the old passenger train. She set her handbag on her lap, 
guarding it carefully. Inside was the only twenty dollars she owned, and a 
letter that held her hope for the future. 

Carrie Corwin was leaving the only home she ever knew-an orphanage in Kansas 
City-to join a family on a remote Missouri farm. She had never met the Lane 
family, only knew about them from their strange ad in the Kansas City paper. 
What was it about the ad that had fascinated the girl and led to her 
secretly writing to them? She reached inside her handbag, withdrew their 
letter of invitation to her and found the old ad folded up inside. 

She read it: "Lonely family with two teenaged boys seeks lonely girl. Strict 
discipline." After that was a rural mailing address. Then Carrie read the 
letter itself. It was from Dora Lane. The woman described the small farm and 
her little family, and promised to pick Carrie up at the whistle stop 
railroad station if she decided to come stay with them. The girl had dashed 
off a letter the same day, agreeing to spend a year on the farm. 

Now she was alone in a passenger compartment of the train, and she carefully 
replaced the letter in her handbag ... right beside the folded twenty dollar 
bill that represented her life savings. The train began to move faster and 
faster as the Missouri countryside flowed past her window. She was 
completely enthralled by the entire experience. 

The day was very hot and already she felt sticky and sweaty. Her panties 
seemed to clutch her young pussy like a vise. Carrie did a strange thing. 
She wanted her linen to be nice and fresh when she arrived, and she only had 
a few changes of underwear. Therefore, looking about to make sure that no 
one could see her in the otherwise vacant compartment, she rose off the seat 
and cautiously slid her panties down around her ankles. 

Her hands moving swiftly she took them off. Carefully wrapping them into a 
small ball, she put them into the handbag. She felt cool now, and much more 
comfortable. She could slip into her panties as soon as the train neared the 
small whistle stop where the Lane family would be waiting to meet the train. 

She could feel the air as it hit her young cunt and cooled the sweaty morsel 
that had never been touched in passion by a man. She delighted in the 
delicious feeling of the draft that played around her young pussy lips so 
much that she reached down and spread them slightly with her fingers. 

She kept her hand beneath her skirt as she gazed out the window. After a 
while, the swift passing of the scenery lulled her into a sleep. She was 
dreaming of her new life on the small Missouri farm, picturing the two young 
sons of the Lane family. Perhaps-perhaps she would have a romantic love 
affair with one of them. The letter had said that Karl was twenty, and young 
George was her own age ... eighteen. 

The dream seemed real, and the girl had no desire to awaken from it. Then 
the dream seemed to change. It became vulgar, as if one of the Lane boys was 
feeling her up, arousing her passion. She awoke with a start. Suddenly she 
realized there was a real finger in her pussy. 

She started up in fright. There was a man in the compartment. His strong 
arms were around her. As she came fully to consciousness, she realized that 
the man was the train conductor who had shown her to the private compartment 
and taken her ticket. He was a young man with a full moustache. 

"Just lie back the way you were, little girl," the man said. "I'm not going 
to hurt you. I just want to make you feel good. How does it feel?" 

"Stop it," the girl almost screamed. "It's ... it's not the right thing to 
do." 

"Who the fuck's going to stop me?" the conductor said with a leer. 

"I'll scream if you don't!" 

"There's nobody in this whole car. I made sure of that in K.C. Why do you 
think I put you up in first class? Then I saw you sprawled all over the 
seat, with your hand up your cunt." 

The girl stared up at him. His face wasn't all that bad looking. He was 
fairly young, and the look in his eyes was more of youthful need than 
cruelty or lust. 

"Leave me alone," Carrie managed to say. Her voice came out steady, with 
only a trace of nervous quiver. 

"No way," the conductor said. "Now spread your legs real wide so I can get 
my head down between your thighs. I'm going to make you feel real good." 

"Your head?" 

"Yeah. I'm going to eat your cunt." 

"Oh, Please don't do that. It's bad. It's not nice. Please." The girl was on 
the verge of hysteria now. She had heard about such things, but didn't 
believe that people really did them. 

The conductor, a big young stud, slapped her across the face. Her reluctance 
was making him angry, and the more she struggled the harder he squeezed her 
with his iron-like arms. The slap was for real, and it stung the surprised 
girl. "Spread your legs," he growled, "or I'll tie you up and rip your cunt 
apart." 

His face had grown livid, and there was now a weird look of crazed passion 
in his eyes. The struggle had raised a sweat on his brow. He was panting, 
and the girl could see violence brewing inside of him like hot stew in a 
cauldron. 

Trembling, Carrie did as he had ordered, parting her sweet young thighs. As 
the man shifted position, she saw for the first time the hugely throbbing 
bulge at the n crotch of his blue serge uniform pants. The trousers were so 
worn that they had acquired a permanent shine and this only strove to 
increase the obviousness of the man's feral heat. 

The conductor reached to his crotch and began to unzip his fly. Then he 
stopped. 

"Here! You do it," he ordered. 

Carrie hesitated, but the man grew more determined. He balled his ham-like 
hand into a fist, and this time he struck her on the side of the face with 
the bony knuckles. She could see that he meant it. His eyes were like fiery 
coals. She grew numb with fear. 

"P ... please," she gasped. 

"Do it!" the frenzied young man ordered. "Do it or I'll bash your brains in 
and throw your body off the train." 

Carrie fumbled with the zipper while the conductor fumed. Her trembling 
fingers felt the hot outlines of the pulsing flesh beneath, straining to be 
released. She had never seen a man's penis. 

The pants were open now, and the hot-blooded conductor forced her hand 
inside. She fished around for the opening in his briefs, feeling the soft 
cotton material. It sent a wave of excitement washing up her arm and through 
her body. She found the fly, then snaked her fingers inside. Her hand came 
in contact with the hot flesh of his throbbing cock. 

"Oh!" she gasped, her hand withdrawing involuntarily. She was in a daze. Was 
this actually happening to her? She had touched the skin of a man's cock. 

"Take it out!" the conductor ordered. "Take it out or I'll tie you up, fuck 
you and throw your body off the train. I'll do it, too." 

"P ... please," she begged. "I've never done anything like this before." She 
was near tears. 

"Good," he said. "I like virgins. Take my cock out or I'll beat you bloody." 

"Y ... yes," she mumbled, feeling all the fight go out of her body. 

In went the little hand again, and this time the cock sprang into her moist 
palm, as it went over the top of the elastic on the briefs. It seemed to 
have a life of its own, avoiding the confinement of the fly. 

"Oh. It's so big," the girl gasped. She felt a tingle in her wet cunt at the 
sight of the man's rod. 

"Yeah. It's big all right," the man boasted. "Girls love my dick." He 
laughed roughly, his hands moving sensuously over the girl's body. 

"I never knew it ... they ... were this big," Carrie said. She was 
absolutely astonished as she drew the seven-inch cock from the confines of 
the shorts. Then she saw for the first time in her life the pubic hair and 
balls of a man. He had slid his pants and underpants partway down over his 
hips, so that his whole cock and balls were in plain view. 

"Like it?" the conductor asked. 

"O-h-h-h," Carrie groaned. Her mouth dropped open and her eyes became full 
moons as she gazed at the groin of the youthful stud. It excited her. She 
felt her nipples expand and press against the confining cloth. A bead of 
sweat trickled down the inside of her thigh. "It's ... it's so beautiful," 
she heard herself croon involuntarily. 

"I'm glad you like it. Give it a nice kiss." 

"What?" 

"You heard me. I said kiss the fucking thing. It's just aching to have you 
put your sweet little lips around its head and give it a juicy kiss." 

Carrie leaned forward timorously and puckered her lips. She just brushed the 
head of the cock. As her lips came away there was a sticky substance on them 
and as she ran her tongue over her lips she tasted something sweet. 

"Good, isn't it?" the conductor said. He was hoarse with passion. "Now give 
it a real kiss. Open your mouth and put your lips all the way over the head 
of my dick." 

Carrie did as she was told. Because of the heavy folds of foreskin, she 
couldn't tell where the headed ended. She had never seen a cock before. 

"No, honey," the conductor said. "Roll that skin back with your lips. Push 
it all the way back." The conductor was groaning now and his knees were 
slightly bent under the pressure of the agonizing pleasure Carrie's sweet 
young mouth was giving the head of his pulsating cock. "That's it. Oh! 
M-mm-mm. That's it. Give me head, you little cunt. Give me lots of head." 

With that he grabbed her behind the head and shoved his big dick halfway 
into her sweet virgin mouth. 

He began to slide it in and out, fucking her mouth with a steady rhythm. She 
began to choke and gag. She tried to force her mouth off his steel-hard rod, 
but he wouldn't let her go. No way was the big stud going to let her loose 
at that sublime moment. 

At last he released her head, letting her come up for air. 

"How'd you like your first taste of dick?" the leering young man said. 

Carrie panted as the air rushed in and out of her bursting lungs. "I guess I 
don' really know." She realized that it thrilled her to suck this man's 
dick. She rolled the saliva around in her mouth, tasting something funny on 
the front of her tongue. It was a taste she didn't like. "There was 
something behind the head, something I tasted after that skin rolled back. 
It tasted very funny." 

"Oh, you mean this," the guy said as he proceeded to thumb the smegma up 
into little rolls. 

"Yes, I think that's what it was. What is that?" The girl was fascinated as 
much as sickened. She wanted to know more about sex. She liked the idea of 
talking intimately with this man, looming over her with his cock hanging 
out. It was still semi-hard as she stared at the glisteningly wet thing. 

"This is called head cheese," the man said. "A real man will make that." He 
was proudly displaying it between his fingers. 

The musky odor of it was already permeating the small compartment. 

"It smells funny," the girl said. 

"That's the smell of a real man," the conductor said. "Some men don't have 
the foreskin. It gets cut off when a guy's a little baby. Those poor sons of 
bitches can't make good old-fashioned head cheese." With this statement he 
brought the smegma to his nose and inhaled depely. This seemed to make him 
even more sexually stimulated than he already was. 

All the time he had been keeping a tight grip on his powerful cock. He was 
slowly rocking the foreskin back and forth over the ridge of his cock. 

"Now spread your legs," he said, "so I can eat that gorgeous cunt of yours." 

Carrie was mesmerized. She did as he said and the young stud conductor got 
down on his knees between her youthful limbs and began to force his 
moustached mouth into the center of her groin where at last it came to rest 
with his hotly thick sensual lips against the delicately moist lips of her 
cunt. 

"Oh!" The girl squealed at the first tough of his lips and the moustache. 
That was all he needed. In one movement he had encircled her waist with his 
powerful arms and completely buried his face in her cunt. His tongue already 
probed into the lips and forced them apart. 

In and out of her pussy he rammed his hot tongue. 

"O-h-h-h-h!" Carrie moaned. She felt thrills of pleasure coursing through 
her body. 

She began to wiggle and squirm against his face. The action of her hips 
caused even more thrilling sensations in her cunt, and it gave the young 
stud deeper access to her cuntal cavity. 

"Oh! Please. Please stop. I feel so funny. Don't do this to me. I can't take 
anymore." Carrie had never had an orgasm before, but she knew she was on the 
verge of one now. She knew that strange sensations were washing over her 
body, and she didn't know how to react. 

Suddenly, she felt a pressing need to piss. 

The intense licking and slurping at her cunt had caused her to lose all 
control over her bladder. Little by little a fine trickle of piss started to 
leak into her cunt. The young stud was not deterred. He seemed to lick her 
even harder, and he was moaning softly with pleasure. He was lapping up her 
pee, drinking it with obvious enjoyment. He was sucking and draining her of 
piss. The more he drank, the more feverish he became in his licking. At last 
he was absolutely tearing her apart with his mouth. He was fucking her 
virgin cunt with a tongue that was driving back and forth, in and out of her 
sweet young pussy. 

Carrie could feel herself losing all control of her cunt lips, and as they 
began to relax and open up, the tongue began to stroke against the little 
hard knob behind them. It was that tiny button that had always felt so good 
when she had on occasion fingered it herself. 

Carrie went wild as he lapped frantically at her. Twisting and thrashing on 
the seat, her arms going in insane circles till at last she could do nothing 
but plow her fingers into the thickly dark hair on the young conductor's 
head and jam her cunt with full force up against his mouth. 

She held on for dear life as she began to experience the first waves of her 
very first orgasm. 

"O-h-h-h-h!" she wailed. "Oh! Oh! Oh! It feels so good. Don't let it stop. 
Please. Oh. Don't let it stop. O-h-h-h-h-h-h!" 

Wave after wave of pleasure swept over her like the ocean washing over the 
beach. The heat of her body had generated a vital perfume that only the 
young body can have as it experiences sexual pleasure for the first time. 
The essence must have filled the young man's mind, and he quickly pulled 
away from her cunt and in one thrust pushed just the throbbing, blood-gorged 
head of his cock through the quiveringly wet pussy lips. 

The girl turned numb as she realized what was happening to her. She was 
getting fucked! The young man had the head of his prick in her pussy. 

He did not take her virginity. He penetrated just enough to cover the head 
of his cock and have the lips of her sweet pussy grab the ridge behind it in 
a tightly hot grip. 

Then he spewed his hot cum into the frontal chamber of her pussy. It shot 
out in great spurts and his large cock pumped in frantic energy-filled 
throbs to release itself of the seed that had filled the large balls. 

"M-mm-mm-m," he moaned in pleasure, as he came again and again in the 
virginal young cunt. 

Carrie was still in the throes of her cascading orgasms. She was continually 
twisting herself all over the great knob that her pussy lips had grasped 
with such ferocity in their own agony of release. 

This action, however, only increased the sexual pleasure the big stud 
conductor was having. They went on and on like this for a long time, as the 
railroad car swayed and rattled through the Missouri countryside. Then, 
slowly, they both began to calm down, as their orgasms began to subside. 

Then they found themselves clinging tightly together, panting for breath, 
reeking with the odor of pleasure. After a while, the man spoke. 

"Honey, that was just beautiful." 

"What happened?" Carrie asked. "I never felt like that before in my life." 

"Why, you just came, sweetheart. That's all. You just got your cookies for 
the first time." The lusty young man tilted his head back and laughed aloud. 

"Is it always that good?" the girl asked. 

"If the man's good," the conductor said in a matter-of-fact tone of voice. 

"Well, I certainly hope that it will always be good then," she replied. 

"It will be if you get the right man to work on you. You just got one more 
thing that needs doing." 

"What's that?" 

"You have to get your cherry busted." 

She looked at him quizzically. She didn't know what the hell he was talking 
about. 

"What's that mean?" she asked. 

"I can see that you need a lot of teaching, girl," the conductor laughed. 
"Maybe I can show you better than just explaining." His eyes were gleaming 
like a wolf's in the dark. "Now you just lean back on the seat and let me 
hold your legs in the air. Only this time I'm going to put my cock all the 
way into your cunt, and that will make it hurt just a little. After that, 
when it's all over, you'll love what it feels like then." 

"I don't know," the girl hesitated. 

"Get your legs up," the man ordered, his tone getting stern again. The idea 
of ordering her about, of forcing her, seemed to turn him on, because Carrie 
saw that his cock was getting hard again. "Be quick about it!" the man said. 
"We get to your station in about half an hour now, and I want to enjoy this 
damned fuck. I love to fuck virgins. I love to see a little blood flow." 

The sadistic young conductor grabbed the innocent girl's legs and threw them 
up in the air, exposing her slopping wet pussy to full and unprotected 
exposure. His battering ram of a cock was already throbbing in anticipation 
as he positioned himself in just the right angle to slip it into her and 
then ram it all the way in. He was in perfect position to bust her cherry. 

The girl's arms were thrown aside and her jaw forced against her breast. She 
started to struggle against the man, but he merely became more frenzied and 
determined in his actions. She lashed out with one foot, kicking him in the 
side of the face. He drew back in surprise, then got angry and slapped her 
face. 

"I'm going to have to hogtie you, little bitch," he steamed. He let her go 
for a second, then grabbed the cord that closed a curtain over the 
compartment window. He pulled the cord, closing the curtain, and then he 
gave a hard yank on it, ripping it out of the wall. 

He turned back to the girl with the cord in his hands. Working swiftly and 
expertly, he pulled her hands behind her back and bound her wrists. With the 
loose end of the cord he wrapped it twice around her breast, so tight that 
she found it hard to breathe. He forced her down on her back on the seat, 
pulled her legs apart and tied one ankle back with the remaining loose end 
of the rope. 

Carrie struggled once, then relaxed in futility. The pressure of the rope on 
her made further effort worthless. She was poised on her back, thighs 
parted, ready for whatever the sadistic young stud had in mind for her. 
Something about the constriction of the bondage, her inability to move 
against the restraint of the cord, sent weird thrills through her body, and 
she almost hoped the young man would hurt her. 

The conductor slipped his swollen cockhead into her pussy, and the wet lips 
quickly accepted it. He moaned, rocking the head of the cock back and forth 
just a little to get more of the feeling. Then he began a relentless 
pressure against her maidenhead. He pressed and pressed, and the girl felt 
the first twinges of real pain. 

Carrie didn't make a sound. Not at first. The shock only caused her body to 
tense beyond belief and her eyes to almost pop out of her head. Then, from 
somewhere deep down in her breast, there came a low, long sound that ended 
in a scream. 

"E-e-e-e-e-e!" 

Just at that moment the train began to blow its whistle, and the two sounds 
blended and made one shrieking wail for the girl's lost virginity. 

She felt it pop. She felt her cherry go as the young man's cock plunged all 
the way into her cunt. Tears came to her eyes. 

"Oh, it hurts," she began to sob. "Please take it out. It hurts." 

"Just relax honey, and I promise that it will feel better than anything you 
ever felt before in your life." 

"No, take it out." She was yelling now. 

"Oh shut up!" 

"If you don't take it out right now, I'm going to tell the folks that are 
meeting me at the station." 

"You won't tell them a fucking thing, cause I'm going to tell them you were 
sucking cocks on this train, sucking the men's cocks for money." He sounded 
more angry than scared at her threat. "Shut the fuck up and get ready for 
the fucking of your life." 

With that he began to bang the hell out of her. It wasn't good for Carrie 
anymore. All she felt now was pain as she strained against the pull of the 
ropes that bound her. 

In her agony she struggled to escape the pain of the monstrous cock. It was 
ramming into her like a stake driven into a martyr. The more she struggled, 
the more the cord from the window curtain cut into her flesh. And the more 
she wept in pain, the more it seemed to thrill the sadistic young conductor. 

"That's it, cunt," he said. "Wiggle your ass. Wiggle it real good. Oh! Yes! 
That's it, baby! Screw that hot, bloody cunt of yours all the way up my 
dick." 

That was just what Carrie was doing. Instead of getting away from her 
impalement, she was only driving it further into her young cunt. She stopped 
struggling when the seven-inch cock got all the way to the hilt up into her 
tight cunt. The youth began to thrust in and out, mimicking the driving 
rhythm of the wheels of the train. 

His grunts and groans filled the empty car with the lusting sounds of his 
cock-hard pleasure. Carrie could feel his fur-covered balls striking the 
delicate area between her pussy and her asshole. She tried to concentrate on 
that since it was the only gentle thing that she could feel happening to 
her. 

She lay limp, in a stupor of numbing pain. Her cunt felt as if it had been 
torn asunder and was now just a bleeding remnant of her once whole self. 

Her eyes were closed and she could feel herself being jostled about by the 
movement of the train as well as by the humping stud pounding her cunt. 

"Oh, baby," he moaned. "It's so good. Yeah. It's so good!" His breath was 
coming in short heaving pants as he was reaching the point where orgasm was 
not only imminent but imperative. 

"M-mm-mm," Carrie heard herself moan despite herself. 

"I'm going to shove it all the way through your body," the conductor rasped. 
He fell full-length over her. His massive and muscular body covered her with 
the heat of an electric blanket. His lips in their sensual lust found hers 
and he closed over them with a moistly hot kiss and then he ejaculated in 
great jerking spasms of release. 

"O-h-h-h-h-h-h-h," she groaned. 

"M-mm-mm-m!" The conductor was beside himself with the intensity of the 
pleasure. "I'm going to come again. Oh. I can't hold it anymore." 

His cock throbbed spasmically. Spurts of semen rose from his balls and 
coursed through the tube of the prick. Carrie could feel his cock swelling 
and deflating inside her cunt, as each burst of seed shot out of his balls 
and through his hard cock. With a deep penetrating thrust the man drove his 
cock to the very limits of her cunt, and he shot the last wad deep into the 
now rounded well of her womanhood. 

He sighed and then relaxed on top of her for a moment or two. 

"How was it, sweetheart?" he asked hopefully. 

"It hurt. It hurt all the way to the end," she sobbed softly, though she 
wouldn't admit that his vicious rape had also sent thrills of pleasure 
through her body. "You said it would feel good." 

"It would have if you'd just relaxed and enjoyed it." Angrily he yanked his 
now softening dick from her bloody cunt. "But you had to go and get all 
uptight and act like some fucking asshole. Well, you got just what you 
deserved. A plugged pussy. If it didn't do you any good, it sure as hell 
didn't do you any harm. Now you're ready to give any man a good fuck. You 
have me to thank for that." 

"I'm going to tell. You wait and see," she began to wail at the conductor. 

"Go ahead, bitch. Wait till I get through with my story. You'll wish you'd 
kept your damned mouth shut." 

The train was beginning to slow down. Readying itself for a full stop at the 
station where Carrie would get off. Quickly, the conductor undid the cord 
that bound her. He bunched it up and tossed it behind the seat. Carrie 
rubbed her aching arms and legs, then straightened down her dress. Her 
panties were still in her bag. 

"Come on you!" the conductor said, grabbing her arm and jerking her off the 
seat. "This is your stop, and I wouldn't want you to miss it. No, I just 
wouldn't. You bet your sweet little fucked ass I wouldn't." 

He dragged her and her luggage to the exit gate between the cars and held 
her in tow till the train had stopped. Then he literally threw her off the 
train and her baggage after her. She was clinging to her pocketbook. 

"Don't ever ride this train again, you dirty little tramp!" the conductor 
yelled. 

"Oh. Oh," the girl sobbed, trying to speak. 

Then she spotted a couple in their forties, accompanied by two young men. 
They were dressed as farmers, all four of them. She was sure that this was 
the Lane family, the people she was going to live with. 

She waved to them as they approached, and the conductor took one quick look 
in their direction. Then he spoke. 

"Is this tramp yours?" he demanded indignantly. 

"Why, yes. I believe so," the woman said. "We were expecting a young lady. 
Yes. But I don't think this could be her," the woman added, looking the 
disheveled girl up and down. 

The woman was not unattractive, despite her plain rural dress, and her large 
bosom quivered as she spoke. The older man was a trifle shorter than she, a 
typical homely farmer type. The youths were good looking, though, tall ruddy 
young men who obviously spent a lot of time in the sun. 

Carrie tried to speak, but only a sob choked out. She wanted to say 
something in her own defense. She was also trying to get her sad pieces of 
luggage together. 

"I ... I'm Carrie Corwin," she managed to say. 

"Oh Lordy, Lordy," the farm woman replied. 

"Now, now Dora," the farmer said, finally attempting speech. "There must be 
some explanation for all this." He also looked the rumpled girl up and down, 
but his gaze lingered for a second on her pert little breasts. 

"Well there had better be!" Dora Lane said in the most severe voice Carrie 
had ever heard. 

"We caught her selling herself to a couple of salesmen," the young conductor 
said in a clear, loud voice. "Yes ma'am. Right here in this empty car." He 
motioned with his thumb, pointing to where he had just tied up and raped the 
girl. 

"W-what?" the farm woman gasped. 

She seemed to go berserk, grabbing the innocent girl by the arm. Carrie had 
been stooping to place her old suitcases together, and the powerful older 
woman yanked her upright. 

"Is this true?" Dora asked. "Is what this good young man says the truth? 
Because if it is you'll be properly punished and the devil whipped out of 
your body ... and before I let you set foot in my house." 

"No. No, it's not true," Carrie said. Dora Lane was yanking and squeezing 
her arm so hard that the pain was tearing through her body. 

"She's got the money on her," the conductor said. "It's right there in her 
handbag. She had sex with one salesman for twenty dollars." 

With horror, Carrie realized that she had taken out her folded twenty dollar 
bill when she had gotten her ticket out of her bag for the conductor. He had 
seen the bill. She tried to speak, but couldn't. She found herself standing 
with her mouth open, shaking her head slowly back and forth. 

"Let's have a look," Tom Lane, the farmer, said. 

Carrie was numb. She realized that her efforts had made it seem like she was 
denying that she had money in her purse. She couldn't react fast enough to 
prevent Dora from snatching her handbag. 

"Here," Dora said, handing the bag to one of the young men. "Have a look 
inside, George." 

The younger of the two sons, blond and curly haired, took the bag from the 
farm woman. He opened the bag and quickly found the twenty-dollar bill. Then 
he pulled out her balled up panties. 

"See. I told you," the conductor said. "She said no. She said she didn't 
have a twenty-dollar bill. And look. She took off her panties to have sex 
with the other passengers for money. Do you want to hear the witnesses?" 

"Here," Dora said, giving the conductor the money. "That's for bringing this 
situation to our attention. And I know you'll be discreet about the whole 
thing." 

He snatched the bill out of her hand and jumped aboard as the train began to 
pull out of the station. 

As soon as the train had left, Carrie gave up trying to collect her thoughts 
long enough to explain. She just broke into tears. 

"Get into the car, you whore," Dora Lane ordered. Her voice was vicious. 

"Please! Let me explain," Carrie said, but before she could finish her 
sentence Dora slammed her across the face and knocked her backwards over her 
luggage. 

"Now get up you slut," the older woman commanded, "and get into the car!" 

"Come now, Ma," Tom Lane said to his wife. "Don't show yourself so in 
public." 

"Of course dear," Dora said. "You're right." She smiled at the farmer and 
they started towards an old Ford station wagon. Somehow Carrie dragged her 
one big suitcase over to the car and with a little help from Tom got it into 
the trunk. She also tossed her handbag into the trunk before it was slammed 
shut. 

"Get in, damn it!" Dora yelled. 

"Come on," Tom said. "We don't want to make her any madder than she is. 
She's got a real mean streak in her when she's mad." Tom Lane seemed almost 
kindly. 

Carrie was at least hopeful now. She had thought that at least she had one 
friend. Her judgment of the boys was as yet uncertain. Somehow, they didn't 
seem too friendly either, though they were about her age and not bad 
looking. She hoped she would get along with all of them in time. 

Carrie followed Tom and started to get into the front seat between the two 
older folks. 

"No you don't, you dirty little slut," Dora screamed. "Get in the back 
between the boys so they can keep an eye on you." 

Carrie did as she was told and shortly they were pulling out of the small 
station and heading out into Missouri farmland. She immediately got a 
sinking feeling when she saw how isolated from other people she would be. 

No sooner had they gotten outside of the tiny village where the station was 
located, than the two boys began to pinch her on the tender parts of her 
legs. "Stop," Carrie said. 

"Shut your fuckin' mouth," Dora said, turning back to the girl. "You fuckin' 
dirty little cocksucking whore you." The woman's face was twisted with rage 
and hatred. 

The boys laughed at the sight. 

"You really suck good cock?" Karl, the older lad asked her. "Do you?" 

Carrie's mouth fell open in shock. She wished she could escape, but she was 
between two strong farmboys in the back seat of a station wagon a million 
miles from nowhere. Her heart was beating a mile a minute. She didn't 
answer, just looked straight ahead and tried not to faint. 

 CHAPTER TWO 

As the station wagon sped down the highway, the frightened girl tried to 
figure a way out. It was now clear to her. There was no escape. She had no 
one she could telephone ... if indeed there was a line out to the remote 
farm, and she had cut all ties with the orphanage, where in fact she was now 
too old to stay anyhow. She hated the people there almost as much as she 
loathed this vile family. 

All of a sudden, her thoughts were interrupted by something one of the young 
men was doing. She felt her ass rise off the seat as one of them violently 
shoved a hand beneath her. It got between the bare flesh of her ass and her 
rumpled up skirt, and the finger was quickly probing her asshole. 

"Oh," she protested. 

"Quiet back there," she heard Dora bark out. 

"Please," Carrie begged. "Make them stop." 

"Stop what?" Dora demanded. 

"They're sticking their hands in my bottom," she complained, trying to shift 
her body away from the hand. 

"You mean in your ass or in your foul cunt?" Dora asked, her voice bristling 
with excitement. 

Carrie was stunned at the language that came from this obviously 
middle-class, upright farm woman. She had the most foul mouth she had ever 
heard. 

"Well, answer me!" Dora demanded, when Carrie gave no reply. 

"Both ma'am," Carrie replied. By that time it was true. 

"Well, you weren't too particular about whom you let finger your ass on the 
train. But then of course, they paid you, didn't they?" Dora's voice was 
quivering with emotion. 

Carrie sighed. She felt a sense of hopelessness, and with it resignation. 
She knew that she was in for it from this family, and there was nothing she 
could do about it. Maybe Tom Lane would help her. He was the only one who 
seemed half-human. The others were animals. 

Dora turned to face the windshield once more, and the boys went on frigging 
her ass and her raw, bloody cunt. 

"Suck my cock!" Karl ordered her. 

She looked at him aghast and then she saw that he had his cock out and was 
already hard. It was not as big as the conductor's but it was large enough 
and very thick. It did not have any foreskin. 

"No," she hissed at him. 

"Eat it, you cunt," he hissed back and grabbed bunches of her dark curly 
hair and yanked her head over his dick and forced her mouth down till he 
could feel her hot breath on the head of his cock. 

"Now eat!" he ordered, "or I'll knock every tooth out of your fuckin' head." 

"Yeah, and I'll help him," George chimed in as he pushed her ass up off the 
car seat so she was standing. Her body was completely bent over Karl's lap. 
He threw up her skirt and shoved his hand up her legs till he got a good 
hold of both her sloppy cunt and her asshole and then he drove his fingers 
in and tried to bring them together through the walls of her tender flesh. 

"Now suck or I'll rip your fucking cunt and ass right off of you." 

Carrie had no choice. She began to do what she had done to the young 
conductor. Sucking just the head, clamping on behind the ridge with her 
lips, she sucked away. 

The jouncing of the station wagon caused her to scrape her teeth over his 
cock-head. 

"Shit! You fucking bitch! You bite my cock once more and I'll ram it down 
your throat till you choke to death." He waited only a moment and then he 
slammed his hand on the back of her head and rammed her mouth all the way 
down onto his thick cock. It nearly tore the back of her mouth out and 
bruised her throat. It certainly left it as raw as her cunt. 

"Now you suck, you fucking whore you." 

George was, in the meantime, frigging the shit out of her ass and the piss 
out of her pussy. 

"Oh! She's good," Karl said. "Damn! What a great thing to have around. Now 
we can get our nuts off anytime we need to." 

"Well get off," George whined, "so I can have my turn." 

"I will. I can feel it coming now." 

"Yeah? Good," George said. He urged Carrie on. "That's it. Suck good you 
cunt. Suck it hard and make that juice shoot right down your fucking 
throat." 

Karl was now leaning back and spreading his legs so as to get the full 
feeling of her mouth as he began moaning. It sounded to the girl as if he 
was about to do what the conductor did before he shot gobs of sticky goo 
from his cock. 

Carrie was turning blue from lack of air, and her ass and cunt were on fire 
from the brutal frigging George was giving her. She thought she would pass 
out, when Karl finally shot his load. 

"Oh. Yeah. Oh! Yeah," Karl said. "Oh. Here it comes. Oh. Keep it up you 
bitch. Here I come! Oh. Take my load down your throat, honey! O-h-h-h-h!" 

"Boys, please," Dora said from the front seat. "Keep the noise down, your Pa 
and I can hardly hear ourselves think." Dora was still cross. She sounded 
somewhat calmed down though. 

"Now it's my turn," George said. 

"Okay," Karl agreed, after he had shot his youthful load into her throat 
with a good deal of force. 

"Yeah, right over here you cunt," George said, as he hauled out his cock. It 
was about as long as the conductor's, seven inches at least. "You can have a 
real meal now, Carrie." 

The girl no longer cared. She simply turned around and went down on the 
waiting cock. She swallowed the entire shaft in one numb movement. 

"A-h-h-h-h-h," George sighed. "She's a real pro." 

"Yeah," agreed Karl. "Look at her go." 

Karl's hand replaced that of George's in Carrie's ass and cunt. However, now 
she was so numb that she didn't even feel the hands working on her pussy and 
asshole. 

If things had been normal, she might have been able to restrain herself. 

As it was, she had no control. She was in a nightmare world, sucking the 
boy's cock, and she was totally unaware of what was happening to her body. 
Suddenly, she let go with a barrage of shit and piss. Before Karl could 
react, he was covered with shit and piss. 

"OH NO!" he bellowed. "Oh fucking no! Shit! Damn it, shit. You fucking 
whore. You fucking bitch. You fucking no good Goddamned cunt. Oh no!" 

He was yelling like a maniac and pounding the shit out of Carrie's ass and 
back 

"Shit!" Dora said. "What's that smell?" 

"She shit and pissed all over me, Ma," Karl whined. "She just went and 
pissed and dumped a fucking load all over me for nothing. The fuckin' pig!" 
He was humiliated, and Carrie shuddered in fear at what he might do. 

"The dirty slut," Dora screamed. "If you act like that, young lady, you'll 
be treated like an animal. Carry on like a pig, get treated like a pig, damn 
it." 

Carrie felt the car turn, and glanced out the window. They had just driven 
into the yard of the farm. Without any ceremony, the doors of the station 
wagon were opened wide and with one swift boot Carrie was literally kicked 
out into the gravel driveway. She scraped her arms and legs as she landed. 

"There you dirty, low cunt," Dora said. She gave the girl a swift kick in 
her exposed and shit-encrusted ass. 

"Take her to the house," Tom Lane suggested. 

"Shit, no," Dora came back. "You take her to the old barn and lock her in a 
stall over there. That's where she belongs. Yes, you slut. You foul animal. 
You'll live in a stall, like a fucking animal." 

Dora was' working herself up into a frenzy once more. Carrie was watching 
her closely. She spoke angry words, but her emotion seemed to stem from 
another source. She seemed to delight in humiliating and intimidating the 
girl. 

Carrie was still too stunned to fully appreciate what was happening. All she 
knew for sure was that she had gotten into a madhouse, and that there was no 
escape. She looked around. Beyond the barn, the farmhouse and a few sheds 
there was nothing. Just acres of open fields to the horizon on all sides. 

The boys dragged her out past the barn to an old building that had 
apparently been a barn in the past. It was a ramshackle building, almost 
falling down. 

"You'll just love your new home," Karl laughed. 

"Yeah," George chimed in. "Won't she love it. I wonder if she likes rats." 

Carrie thought to herself that George was the worst of the two of them. She 
was trying to keep her wits, decide where her best chance lay. At least Karl 
only wanted his cock sucked. He wouldn't have tortured her ass and cunt till 
she had the shit and piss knocked out of her. Besides, George would be less 
mature than the older Karl. 

They took her and threw her into a stall. Then they locked the door to the 
old barn from the outside. There was no light, no food, no water. Nothing. 
Panic began to spread through the girl. 

"Please don't leave me in here," she called out. 

"Fuck you, cunt!" one of the boys called back through the locked door. "You 
must be an animal if Ma says so. You live in a barn from now on. No amount 
of that begging and crying will get you out." 

"You can come out to do some work," That sounded like Karl's voice. 

Carrie felt her way around the stall. It was grimy and slick with old 
crusted gunk, and she felt flies swarming everywhere, big horseflies. She 
worked her way to a corner, where she curled up defensively. She was tired 
and hungry. At least she didn't have to shit. 

She lay there for some time, brushing away flies. She was in total darkness, 
terrified of the unknown. She lay like that for some time, 
then-exhausted-she dropped off to sleep. 

The slamming of a door awakened her. She jumped up with a start. Her little 
stall was illuminated with a dim light. How long she had been asleep she did 
not know. 

She had dropped off to sleep from weariness and the need to get away from it 
all: the horror of her situation, and the gnawing hunger and thirst. After 
lengthy crying, she had managed to drift away from all the pain, debasement 
and humiliation of her predicament. She heard someone swear and began to 
shake with fresh fear, not knowing what was to be her burden now. She was 
still so dazed and stunned that it was impossible for her even to surmise 
anything but the worst. 

George's voice now came to her more clearly. "Where the fuck are you?" he 
asked. 

There had been a candle in the dark for a short time, but apparently it had 
gone out. That's when George had cursed. Now he was feeling his way around 
in the dark, as the girl cringed in the far corner of her stall. Her heart 
pounded with the fear of not knowing what was coming at her in the dark. 

"Where the hell are you?" George asked again. There was the flare of a 
match, and then the candle was lit again. He seemed to be moving it around 
to get a look at every corner of the stall. "I got some hot water and soap 
here, with a clean towel so you can clean yourself up." 

He was circling the candle light around the pen once more, still not able to 
make out anything. Carrie saw his face, weirdly illuminated by the 
flickering candle. 

"I also got some food here and a Coke," he yelled into the darkness. "Now if 
you want it you'd better come out or I'll set fire to the hay. We don't need 
this fucking barn. I'll burn it down with you in it." 

Carrie sensed that he was growing angry, and she figured she'd be best off 
playing along with him. It might give her a chance to escape. Slowly she 
rose from the protective hay in which she'd been hiding and started towards 
the light. 

"I'm here," she said weakly. Her small voice sounded like a faint wind in 
the night. 

"Where?" George snapped. "I can't see you." 

"Over here, on this side of the stall," she replied. Her voice quivered from 
the fear choking her throat. There were tears welling up in her eyes. She 
was overcome by the gesture of kindness. 

"Maybe he isn't so bad after all," she thought, mumbling the words aloud. 

"I ain't so bad?" Geroge snapped back. "Come on over here, girl." 

"Here I come." 

The girl walked unsteadily towards the wavering light of the lone candle. 
"Get your fucking ass over here. Just follow the sound of my voice. You 
don't have to see anything more than this here candle." 

Carrie felt her way across the cluttered floor, caught her foot on something 
in the semi-darkness and tripped. She stumbled and fell flat on her face. It 
really hurt, and the tears started to form in her eyes once again. 

"Shut up, you dumb cunt," George ordered. He set down the candle and the 
other stuff he had. Carrie looked up at him in fear. Then she noticed he 
still had something in his hands. It was a rope. It was a heavy rope, the 
kind that's used to lasso a mustang or tie up some steers. 

"W ... what's that for?" she asked in a quivering voice. 

"It's to tie your ass up," George said nastily. "How the fuck do I know that 
you won't try to escape. I'll get blamed for it, and my ass'll be creamed." 

The girl tried to draw away, but it was too late. The young farmhand grabbed 
her and forced her flat on the hard floor. Then he took the rope and tied it 
around one of her ankles. He tied it tight, so tight it almost cut off her 
circulation. Then he tied the second ankle in such a way that she was 
hobbled. 

"Get up!" he ordered. "Walk." 

Carrie struggled, trying to get to her feet. She fell back. It was 
impossible to stand the way he had tied her, and if she'd been able to gain 
her balance and get on her feet, it would have been impossible to walk. 

"I can't walk," she said. 

"Good," George said. 

Carrie felt a weird sensation come over her. Something about being bound by 
rope thrilled her. Something in her helplessness was exciting. It was just 
like it had been when the train conductor had tied her with the cord from 
the window curtain. Was this brute going to rape her too? 

"P ... please," she begged. "Don't hurt me." 

"You better stand up if you want some food," George said. "And then you can 
clean your shitty self up." He sounded angry, and he was yelling at her. 

"All right, I'll try," she said as she made an extra hard attempt to get up. 
She fell forward, hitting her shoulder on the floor. It hurt, but she 
struggled upwards again. This time she nearly stood, but lurched forward and 
hit the corner of another stall. It cut into her tender flesh, and she felt 
a trickle of blood. 

"O-h-h-h-h," she whimpered. 

"Shut up and keep trying," the voice of the young man knifed out of the dark 
to slash her soul. 

Carrie made one more attempt and by bracing herself against the side of the 
stall was able to push herself upright. 

"All right. I'm standing now." 

"I can see you, bitch." 

He smirked and asked her to hobble over to him. She knew she couldn't make 
it without falling. She tried, working herself over to the candle light. She 
was balanced precariously, trying to walk in tiny steps. 

"Is that all right?" she asked in a pitiful voice. It pleaded for just a 
little crumb of kindness. 

"Yeah." His voice suggested disappointment that she had made it without 
hurting or humiliating herself anymore. She sensed that he would make up for 
that. "I'm going to work your pussy over good. You think I'd give you soap 
and water for any other reason. I wouldn't touch you the way you are now, 
girl. You're so damned dirty." 

George grabbed her and pushed her down on her back in the nearest stall. 

Luckily, she fell into some dirty old hay. She sensed there was no way for 
her to escape. Her ankles were bound tight, and there was no one around for 
miles except the Lane clan. 

"You smell rotten," George complained. "Here, take this and wash yourself 
off good. And get out of those stinking clothes." 

"My clothes?" 

"Hell yes. What do you want, to wear those shit-smelling clothes the rest of 
your life?" 

"No," came the tiny sound from her mouth. 

"Then move your ass and clean yourself up!" 

She took off her dress and her slip. That was all she had on, except for her 
shoes and socks. She looked down in the flickering candle light and saw just 
how much of a mess she was. The humiliation of seeing the blood and shit 
dried on her cunt and legs and gobs of it on her white socks and shoes made 
her burst into tears. 

"O-h-h-h-h." She had no words to express the depression she felt. All she 
could do was cover her face with her hands and sob. She turned over on her 
stomach and hid her face. 

The sobs were cut short by a scream of pain coming from her throat. The pain 
across her ass cheeks was throbbing and so bad she nearly fainted. She 
didn't know what she'd been hit with, as George grabbed her arm and spun her 
around to face him. 

"There, cunt. Now you've got something to cry about." He stood there with a 
strange looking switch in his hands. It looked like a very dried and brittle 
remains of what had once been a brier bush or the branches of wild rose 
bush. The thorns were still quite intact, and they looked capable of ripping 
flesh open. 

Carrie looked at him in abject terror. She felt her face go white, and she 
stood stock still, not even breathing. Pain and fear shot through her body. 

"Now get busy and wash out that stinking cunt so I can fuck it. And wash out 
your shitty asshole!" 

She reached for the towel and the jar. She let out a gasp as her hand closed 
over the jar. The glass was hot. She almost dropped the jar, but she knew 
that if she did he'd strike her again with the thorn bush switch. She set 
the jar down quickly. 

"Nothing like good hot water and soap to get rid of the stench you got. Now 
get busy you stinking bitch. Clean yourself up good." 

Carrie opened the jar as best she could. Then she dipped one end of the 
towel into the water. Carefully she cleaned herself. 

"Clean out that cunt good, and don't forget to ream out that shitty asshole 
of yours. I want it really clean. I hate a shit-smelling asshole." 

"Y ... yes," she answered. She heard the shame in her own voice. 

When she was done, he gave her the food-a cold baloney sandwich-and the 
Coke. 

"Th ... thank you," she mumbled through a mouthful of sandwich. It was the 
first thing she had eaten in over twelve hours, and she was so hungry her 
stomach hurt. 

When she was half-finished, George took it away from her and the drink as 
well. 

"Now you're going to have to earn the rest of it," he leered at her. 

"What do you mean? What do you want?" Fear crept back into her almost 
relaxed features. 

"You know damned well what I mean." 

He grabbed the end of the rope that tied her feet and drew it through a 
halter hitch on the wall. He began hauling the frightened girl backwards 
towards the rough boards till her bare ass was cruelly forced up against the 
wall. He then quickly reached down and dragged the rope between her legs and 
pulled up on it viciously, so that the rope cut and burned into her tender, 
just-raped cunt. 

Carrie began to scream from the pain. 

"E-e-e-e-e-e-e!" she wailed. "I didn't mean to let anything happen like it 
did on the train. I didn't want the conductor to fuck me. He forced me. 
Please stop. Oh, please. Stop. You're hurting me. You're hurting me." 

The sight of the girl squirming in pain seemed to agitate and excite George. 
He pulled the rope against her swollen, sore cunt all the faster, cutting 
into it with the rough fibers of the rope. 

"You'll dig this," the young man said hotly. His eyes were aflame, 
reflecting the light of the candle. 

"Stop it!" Carrie screamed. "You're tearing my pussy apart, you rotten 
stinking sadist. You're all a bunch of sick people. All of you." She just 
kept screaming and screaming. The words began to tumble out and her hate and 
anger over the injustice of the whole thing got the better of her. 

The more she screamed, the better George seemed to like it. The more she 
struggled, the faster and harder and more viciously he sawed the wicked rope 
across her ass and between her thighs and up across her burnt, damaged cunt. 

He took out his cock. It was now very hard and thick and ready for action. 
He seemed excited by the idea of hurting the girl with the rope, and as he 
jerked the rope, he pulled on his cock in unison. 

"You need a good session of discipline, bitch," he said. "You remember what 
it said in that advertisement in the Kansas City paper? Strict discipline. 
This is going to be your first taste of it. You sucked cock on the train for 
money and now I'm going to punish you. You and your foul mouth!" George was 
now yanking his meat furiously. "You're just a stinking cunt. Just a cunt to 
be .used and used and used. And that's just what I'm going to do. You'll 
learn who's the boss, you fucking foulmouthed cunt.. You and your puckered 
pussy are going to get all that's coming to you. Strict discipline! You're 
just a piece of shit. You hear me? You are shit, nothing more." 

"Shut your fucking mouth, you sick prick," the girl said in retaliation. 
"You'll pay for that you're doing. I'll see to it that you pay for this." 
She was screaming and trying to drown out the searing pain that cut through 
her from the crack of her ass to the very top of the inner lips of her 
pain-wracked pussy. 

Suddenly, George dropped the rope and walked up to Carrie. He struck her on 
the face, a vicious blow. That was only the first. He kept striking her 
again and again, just as viciously as he could. Carrie felt herself 
weakening, and then she realized that she was passing out from the pain. 
There was a buzzing in her ears, and then she lost consciousness. 

The next thing she knew she was opening her eyes. She knew only that she was 
in great pain. She was face down over some kind of round object. She tried 
to move, but discovered that she was tightly bound. She waited till her head 
cleared, and then in the dim light she made out her situation. She was tied 
over an old rain barrel, laid on its side. 

Her clothes were stuffed under her stomach, so that her ass was thrust up 
into the air. Both her sore asshole and her raw cunt were exposed to the 
ravages of anything that her captor had in store for her. At first she was 
afraid and struggled, but when she realized it was useless, she felt a 
peculiarly sublime resignation spreading over her. 

Besides the rope that bound her to the barrel, there was a rope around her 
neck, tied tightly. It made her keep her face upright and exposed. When she 
pulled against it, she felt it choking her. 

The pain in her cunt was now superceded by the throbbing pain in her wrists 
and ankles, where they were also tied. The bonds were so tight that she was 
having trouble with the circulation of the blood through them. 

When she tried to struggle to get more comfortable, things only got worse. 

"Hi, cunt. You awake again?" George was standing behind her, his voice very 
cheery, almost friendly, which Carrie began to realize only meant one thing, 
that he had devised a way to inflict more pain and humiliation on her, 
probably in some uniquely cruel way. 

"P ... please," she started to beg. 

"Have a nice nap?" he asked sarcastically. She didn't answer him, thinking 
he would just get mad. It turned out to be a mistake. 

She stiffened as something struck her with the full force of a hard swing. 
It hit her across the sweet ass buns that jutted so unprotected into the 
air. 

"Now do you think you can find an answer?" 

She decided not to give in to him. There was just no way of pleasing this 
bunch of perverted sadists. 

"Fuck you!" she yelled. 

"Listen, you fucking smart-assed cunt. I'll make mince-meat out of that ass 
of yours if you don't give me a fucking straight answer. And I mean right 
now." 

She didn't reply. Then she felt the sting of the thing again, slashing her 
ass and delivering a shooting pain almost beyond her endurance. 

"If you are going to kill me," she said, "please do it now and stop 
torturing me." She was in wretched pain. 

"Kill you?" George asked, his voice incredulous. "No one's going to kill 
you. Didn't I bring you food? Shit. I had to sneak that out of the kitchen 
when everyone else was asleep. I thought Ma and Pa would never drop off. 
Shit. What you're getting isn't torture, it's discipline. You're being 
punished for being a whore, and bringing it into this good clean family 
under the pretense of being a sweet little orphan girl. You're a fucking 
whore." 

"No, I'm not." She felt the stinging tears coming to her eyes again. She had 
made up her mind not to cry. 

"Well, what do you call fucking with the conductor of the train, and what 
about sucking that salesman's cock for twenty dollars?" 

"There wasn't any salesman. That was my money. The conductor raped me." She 
was sobbing now and choking at the same time. 

"Lying is as bad as whoring," the furious young man yelled. "You'll have to 
be punished for being a liar as well as for being a fucking stinking whore. 
You're a cocksucking ass-fucking whore." 

She knew that she was defeated. Nothing she would say was going to have any 
effect on this young man. The whole family just wanted to believe the worst 
of her, so they could have an excuse to whip her ass. 

Once more, her backside was attacked by the weapon that sliced through the 
air before it met the tender resistance of her firm, round young ass. 

She did not know where the strength came from to scream any longer, but she 
did so again as the pain shot through her body. 

"There," George said, as he walked in front of her, exposing his well 
defined nude body for her eyes. He had disrobed completely. "Now you will 
know better than to lie to me anymore." 

It was then that she saw that the instrument of her punishment was an old 
car radio aerial. Then she knew why it had hurt so fucking much. She knew 
that by now her tender young ass must be cut to shreds and bleeding. She 
really began to see the helplessness of her situation. 

George stood in front of her, frigging himself. 

"Don't look so hungry, you whore, you're going to be able to eat the scum 
right out of it and swallow every drop. Just don't be greedy." 

This was the last thing that the girl wanted at that time. She caught 
herself just in time. She held her tongue instead of telling him she never 
wanted to see his cock, ever again. 

She knew that a reply such as that would only bring down his sadistic wrath 
upon her tender, tortured body. Instead, she began to lick her lips and ogle 
his enormous cock. She had decided right then and there that to survive she 
must play the game by their rules and they were about as subtle as a steam 
roller as to what they had decided to do and what kind of a reaction she 
must have for the perverted sickies to get off on. 

"Can't wait, can you cunt?" George said. He was flogging the hell out of his 
meat now. Seeing this young cunt making hungry gestures at the sight of his 
manly piece of meat seemed to make him wild with lust. 

"No!" she screamed in reply. She was trying to sound like she was a 
sex-crazy broad who couldn't wait to get at his swollen rod and the semen in 
his balls. 

"Well, you're just going to have to wait now till I'm ready to give it to 
you." 

"No. I want it now. You give me that big prick now!" She was screaming with 
genuine passion, getting carried away with the role she was playing. 

"Okay, baby. Now you're going to get it." 

George stepped up to her face, increasing the frantic jerking of his hand 
over the entire shaft of the pulsating cock. 

"Yeah. Bring it closer," she said. She knew that the more she carried on the 
quicker he would shoot off and leave her alone. She watched the wavering 
cock as the farm boy frigged it. "Oh, please give it to me now. Shove it all 
the way into my mouth. I want it. Oh please! I want it!" 

"You're going to get it!" he yelled. 

"Please. I want your cock!" 

Suddenly, the young man could hold off no more and he shot his load. 
"A-h-h-h-h!" As he let out a long groaning wail, his cock began to jerk and 
buck in his hand and the sperm jetted forth and shot all over the girl's 
face. 

Hot thick gob after hot thick gob splashed directly in her face, till 
finally there wasn't a place on yer young face that wasn't dripping with the 
hot, musky sperm from George's spent meat. 

"Oh. Oh. Oh," she moaned. 

"O-h-h-h-h-h-h-h," the man groaned as he shot off. 

Finally he was drained, and then he seemed to lose all interest in the girl. 
He untied her and shoved her back into her stall. Then he picked up his 
clothes and stomped off, leaving her lying there. 

She took the soiled towel and wiped the spunk off her face. Then she slipped 
her dress on and rolled up in the hay to rest, maybe to sleep. She was 
thinking about her performance. She had been pretty convincing. The funny 
thing was, she thought as she drifted off to sleep, she hadn't been 
completely putting on an act. 

 CHAPTER THREE 

The following morning Carrie was awakened by the feeling of something very 
gentle stroking her sore and abused body. It was a soothing touch that had 
the warmth and wetness of hot water. It was soothing water being applied by 
a washrag. 

She forced her eyes open through the heavy layers of needed sleep. 

She had been gently rolled onto her stomach and there was a soft blanket 
under her body with a layer of springy hay underneath. It made her body feel 
safe and good. To her aching self it was like the world's softest and most 
wonderful feather bed. 

Looking over her shoulder, she saw the form of a man. At first, in the dim 
morning light that filtered through the old boards of the barn, she could 
not make out who it was. She shuddered briefly, thinking it might be George 
coming back for more. That passed quickly, when she saw it was not the 
brutal younger son. She thought it might be Karl, but as the form moved 
closer she saw who it was who had given her the blanket and bathed her in 
the soothingly warm water. It was Tom Lane. 

He was now kneeling by her side, and he resumed the gentle swabbing of her 
badly mutilated ass-cheeks. There was a very large pail of hot water, and a 
large bar of soap beside it. 

She drew in the pleasant and familiar smell of the soap, and it made 
everything seem a little less frightening just to be able to have that clean 
scent in the air. She'd been smelling nothing but her own shit and the 
animal smells of the old barn since she had been imprisoned there. 

"Good morning, Carrie. How you feeling today?" 

Tom seemed so pleasant. Still, Carrie had learned not to trust anyone in the 
place. 

"I'm so tired and I hurt just everywhere." 

"Well that's what I'm here for. When I finish bathing and cleansing you and 
putting my special balm on your sore spots you'll feel just like new." 

He began to hum to himself. Every once in a while he would turn to her and 
smile. "Are you beginning to feel better now?" 

"Yes sir. A little." 

"Well you just relax and let your old papa look after you, Carrie." 

He gave her a big smile this time, but she was not convinced. Especially 
when she saw the huge bulge in his pants. It looked like it would bust the 
buttons any second. 

"Maybe this is my out," thought Carrie to herself. "He is obviously hot and 
I make him that way. He's also the least perverted of the bunch, or so he 
seems. Maybe, just maybe, I can get next to him and he'll help me get out of 
this stall. He may even help me get away from here." 

"A penny for your thoughts," Tom said. 

"They aren't even worth that much," Carrie said. 

"Oh, come now. You must have some very beautiful thoughts. A beautiful girl 
like you should only have beautiful thoughts." 

He was washing her ass over and over. And with each wipe of the washrag she 
felt him probe a little deeper into her ass. She knew that he was just 
pretending to look after her, when she realized this fact. But she decided 
to go along with the charade and work him up the way he liked best. She saw 
that the best way to go would be to deny him everything he wanted till the 
very last minute. 

She moaned a little, as his fingers finally swept right over the top of her 
little puckered hole. It was an uncontrollable sound. 

"Did you say something, Carrie?" 

She thought quickly and tried to figure out what would be the right answer 
to his question. What was the answer the old guy wanted to hear? 

"No," she said. "But I was thinking how wonderful and strong your hands are. 
They make me feel so good. Everywhere. Just everywhere." This time she 
smiled at him. 

"Why, you little minx. Are you trying to tell me that you're feeling that 
much better already?" 

"Well, you do make me feel good," she said, flashing a big smile in his 
direction. By this time she almost meant it all, because he had let his hand 
slide between her thighs and the warm washrag was smothering her rope-burned 
pussy with its warmth and moistness. 

"Now you spread your legs real wide so I can get right in between there 
where all those nasty rope burns are. I have to clean them good. And then 
I'll put some of this nice soothing balm on there. It'll help you get healed 
up real fast, you hear?" 

"Is that the truth?" she asked. 

"It's a fact, believe me." 

"Oh, I hope so." 

"Just believe me. It will. You'll see." 

They were both silent for a long while as he played with her ass and her 
pussy under the pretense of washing and cleaning them. 

It was as if she were stoned and couldn't get past the point of reality. In 
a way it was just as real as anything that had happened to Carrie so far. 

She could feel her pussy start to juice up inside and she knew that her 
pussy lips were wet from cunt juice. 

And she knew that Tom knew it too, because every so often his fingers would 
slip free of the washrag and dart into her pussy a little and then he'd drag 
it all the way back through her ass crack. 

Finally she had had enough of lying on her stomach and she lazily turned 
over on her back exposing her two tight nicely formed breasts and the sweet 
bruised cunt. 

She spread her legs just as she had when she had been on her stomach. 

"You don't mind if I lay on my back for a while? I ache so that staying in 
one position for too long just makes me hurt terribly." 

"Why no, honey. As a matter-of-fact I was just about to turn you over 
myself." 

He then proceeded to wash and dry her shapely legs. He washed them from her 
pretty, plump little toes right to the lips of her juicy pussy. 

Once he swept up to her pussy from her toes and a finger slipped all the way 
in and pumped her cunt twice before it was quickly removed and the washing 
continued. 

It was a delicious game and Carrie was enjoying it immensely. And especially 
so after the cruelty she had been through the previous day and night. 

She had moaned and humped slightly when the finger had surreptitiously 
entered her hot pussy. 

She couldn't understand what had come over her. She had an almost 
uncontrollable urge to reach out and take hold of the huge hard meat he was 
showing through his old, worn jeans. She could see his pubic hair peeking 
through the gaps between the buttons so she knew that there was no underwear 
to hinder her getting a good grope. 

But his attitude kept her from doing just that very self-same thing. 

He seemed not to care about getting right down to the openly sexual part. 

It was a let's-pretend thing in her mind. 

Till Tom Lane got down to business. 

"Let me have a look at your titties. I think that I see a few bruises on 
them." He reached and took the left one in his hands and cupped it gently 
and tickled his thumbs with the nipple. 

This drove Carrie out of her fucking mind. 

She began to moan and roll around on the blanket as if in the throes of 
labor. 

"Oh dear, You poor thing," Tom Lane said. "They do hurt you. Well I'll just 
massage them till the soreness is relieved." 

He began to roll and knead them, first one and then the other. Always making 
certain to pay particular attention to the nipples. 

Thus, by the time he was on his second go-around of breast massage, her 
nipples were thrusting upward and just as hard and stiff as they could be. 
It was really turning her on. 

Obviously, Tom liked the feeling of the hard nipples beneath his fingers, 
because he kept playing with them and running them over his fingertip pads. 

Carrie was moaning in an unbroken cadence now, and even rolling her lush 
little body from side to side in a gently motion of delicious desire. She 
was getting hotter and hotter. 

"Poor little thing. They must hurt you a lot," Tom said in his most 
sympathetic voice. 

"Oh, they do," Carrie replied in a hoarse whisper. 

"Well, your old man will make them feel better." ' 

"O-h-h-h. Thank you, Tom. Thank you so much," Carrie whispered back. "I 
could just kiss you for being so good to me." 

She hoped Tom would take the hint and start getting down to brass tacks. 

Her cunt was so hot by now that she could feel the juices literally leaking 
out and running down between the crack of her ass. 

"What a sweet, kind thing to say," Tom answered. "You are a good girl. Your 
old man knew that from the start. And he knew that his little girl would be 
good to him." 

"Oh yes, Tom, I would do anything for you." 

"Anything covers a lot of ground, now doesn't it, Carrie?" 

"I mean it, Tom. For you I would do just anything." 

"Would you mind if your old man took off his clothes. I mean, it would be so 
much easier to massage you without all these buttons and brass studs on my 
pants scraping and cutting your little body when I move around to massage 
you." 

"Oh. It's okay. I think that would be the nicest thing you could do," Carrie 
breathed in ecstasy. "It would be so friendly-like." 

"Then would you help your old man take off his things?" 

"Oh yes. Of course I will, Tom." 

Carrie raised herself up onto her knees and started to unbutton his old 
plaid shirt, exposing his narrow but well muscled chest. It was covered with 
a full mat of hair of almost black color, interspersed here and there with a 
smattering of white. 

Carrie was becoming so excited at the prospect of seeing a grown man's naked 
body that she was shaking as her hands fumbled with the buttons. She was 
imagining what the sight of his hard old cock was like. She imagined it 
jutting out of his loins like a flagpole. 

When she got the last button undone she pushed it back off his shoulders and 
then got up and went around behind Tom and slit it all the way down his back 
and off his arms. She wasn't prepared for what she saw. 

At the sight of his back, she drew in a breath. 

There were scars all across his back. They looked like the kind of scars 
that would be made with a whip. She had just seen the re-run of "Roots" on 
TV before leaving her old orphanage in Kansas City, and that's what flashed 
into her mind. It looked as if Tom Lane had taken more whipping than Kunta 
Kinte and all his relatives combined. 

She regained her composure and spoke. 

"D ... do they beat you too?" she gasped. 

Immediately she felt a deep and binding sympathy for the older man. He was a 
homely looking guy, and here he was trapped in this weird family in a remote 
location. Her feelings of sympathy were real. 

"Dora whips me," the man said blankly. "But she only does it when I'm bad. 
She believes in strict discipline. She likes to tie me up and whip me." 

Throwing her young arms around him and hugging him close from the back she 
said, "Oh. Poor old Tom." 

"Come now, let's not see my little girl cry. You just get back here and help 
your old man off with the rest of his clothes." 

She let go of the narrow but strong shoulders and got down and began to 
remove his work shoes. Then she took off his white wool socks. Tom had big 
strong feet. 

Carrie could see that he must have very hairy legs as well. The hair ran 
down in a little line all the way to his toes. Each toe had a fine little 
tuft growing out of the top. 

Then Tom stood up and Carrie got around in front of him and knelt. She began 
to unbutton his old jeans. 

Her excitement was getting out of control and she was shaking so badly that 
she could hardly manage the buttons. When she did get the last one open, she 
almost swooned. 

The hair on his chest rolled all the way to his groin in beautiful thick 
waves and ended in a magnificent bale of black curls that framed the base of 
a gigantic cock and a set of nuts that were truly beautiful. Even in the 
poor light of the barn she could see that his cock was incredible. 

She pulled his jeans down, gaping at his genitals. She watched the big dick 
spring fully into view as the jeans found their way to his ankles. The base 
of the rod was thick and sturdy. It was perfectly shaped, with a massive 
mushroom-like head. 

The balls were huge and oval-shaped, like chicken eggs in a bag of wrinkled 
skin. Hair was everywhere, above the rod in a wiry patch and sticking out 
all over the scrotum. 

The balls hung heavily before her eyes. The sac was full, but with enough 
play in the skin so that when he moved there was a gentle swaying. The cock 
was semi-erect, flushed with the color of his blood. 

Tom had a good smell. It was like the smell of someone who has had a good 
shower with old-fashioned brown soap, but long enough ago that the body had 
time to manufacture its own masculine scent. And for all of Tom's facial 
ugliness, he had one of the most sensual bodies that the girl had ever seen 
or imagined. His scent was mesmerizing. It had just enough of that musky 
essence to make her grow suddenly and profoundly aroused. 

Carrie stared up and down at the naked man. From the jeans bunched at the 
ankles to the homely face. 

She gasped in ecstasy as the eight inches of his thick and uncircumcised 
masculine perfection swung upwards from his thigh and gracefully rose to a 
full erection. It was just as she had imagined it, sticking out from his 
loins like a flagpole. 

It curved in a magnificent arc up and away from the groin and the handsome 
balls, only to reach an apex halfway out on the magnificent shaft. There the 
curve slackened out to the huge cockhead. There was such a large foreskin, 
that even though the farmer had a big hard-on, the head was shielded from 
direct view. Carrie saw only the mushroom shape. 

Only the piss hole peeked out through the thick foreskin. It looked like a 
tiny eye to Carrie. As she stared at it, it seemed to be looking back ... 
and smiling benignly at the same time. 

"Wow," she said in awe. "What a bone!" 

As she looked at the magnificent piece of meat, the piss hole started to 
glisten and then slowly a tiny drop of pearl-like precome fluid began to 
form and grow. It fairly beckoned to be licked up by a girl's tongue. 

Carrie couldn't resist her next move. 

Almost involuntarily, she reached up with her tongue and licked the pearl 
drop off the head. She heard the old man moan softly as she did so. 

She gazed up at him. His eyes were drooped closed, and he was murmuring in 
intensely private pleasure. Carrie got a sudden odor of passion scent from 
the cock. It was a wondrous thing to her. 

Carrie was in ecstasy. She knew that she had made this man happy. She hoped 
that the rewards would be an improved reaction than she had been getting 
from other members of the family. Maybe this man would befriend her now. 
Maybe he would help her escape. 

"Lift your foot, dear Tom," she said. He did so, and then she slipped first 
one leg and then the other of his jeans off. 

He stood there, totally naked. 

"Oh Tom!" she exclaimed. "You're so beautiful." 

"If my little girl thinks so, Carrie, it must be the truth." 

"Oh, it's true, Tom." 

"All right, now's the time to do something about it." With that, he knelt 
and pulled her down onto the blanket. This time, it was clear that he had 
more in mind than just giving her a massage. 

Carrie lay down with him, spreading her legs so that her sweet young cunt 
and firm breasts with their erected nipples were both exposed and waiting in 
almost unbearable anticipation for Tom to go to work on them. She wanted his 
thick cock up her cunt. She wanted his lips and teeth on her nipples. She 
wanted that thrilling feeling that she had gotten on the train with the 
conductor, and again with George. 

She got a sudden, inexplicable urge to be tied up as she had been in the 
train compartment and in the dark with George. She shook off the feeling and 
settled back to enjoy whatever it would be that the old man would do to her. 

Tom got between her legs, kneeling there as he began to caress her thighs. 
Gradually, he moved upward, bypassing the core of her hot sensuality. He 
reached her stomach, running his hands lovingly over the smooth flatness. He 
was quickly in the vicinity of her breasts, and he lovingly molded them with 
his hands. 

As he did that, his cock rose to even greater prominence, getting still 
longer and thicker. The swollen head pushed against the lips of her wet 
pussy. 

Tom kept doing this till Carrie thought she would go mad if he didn't do 
something to stop the fire in the very center of her cunt. He was so damned 
skillful with his hands, especially when they found her erect nipples. 

The lips of her cunt were so swollen from desire and out-and-out lusting 
that they were almost completely nakedly thrust outside the protecting mat 
of pubic hair. They were moist and dewy, ready for pleasure. 

They stuck out so much and were so wet from her cunt juices that, when Tom's 
blunt-headed cock poked her in the pussy as he leaned up to caress her 
breasts, it slipped right into the hole. Without realizing it he was fucking 
her in the cunt. 

Each time he shifted the weight of his body, he would go in just a little 
more till he was sliding at least three or four inches of cock up into her 
pussy. It was the softest, most natural fuck in the world. 

Carrie's cunt muscles were throbbing and reacting with a mind of their own. 
Her cunt would grab onto his pole, desperately trying to hold it there. Each 
time he shifted away from her, though, the cock slid out and made her hotter 
than ever before. 

It was also making Tom hotter. His body began to take on a fine glow from 
the moisture beginning to form there. 

"How does my little girl feel now?" he asked. 

"Oh, Tom," she rasped, hardly able to speak from the lust that was rising in 
her body. "Kiss me. Tell me you think I'm the most beautiful girl in the 
world." 

"Is that what you want?" 

She suddenly remembered that he had to be an expert on torture, on raising 
her suspense to the point where it was unbearable. He would know just what 
to say and do to increase her sexual arousal to the point of pain. He 
learned from a good one, his sadistic old wife. 

Carrie understood now that the man was bringing her towards climax 
intentionally slowly. He wanted her to be teased to the point of pain. 

"Tell me," he said, "tell me what you want me to say." 

"Please say I'm beautiful," she found herself pleading. 

"If I do that," he came back, "I'll have to stop my loving on your body. You 
don't want me to do that do you, just for a compliment?" 

"O-h-h-h-h," she moaned. Her pussy lips were on fire and she forgot her need 
for love. "Touch me down there," she begged. 

Carrie was mad with desire now. She no longer cared how she looked or acted, 
how she appeared in his eyes. 

She wanted Tom to to make love to her. She wanted him to put his eight 
inches of beautiful hard cock into her throbbing, burning cunt and to fuck 
her till they were both exhausted. 

"All right, baby. I'll do what you want. Just to make you happy, Carrie 
baby." 

Slowly, Tom leaned forward and the head of his cock pushed open the hot 
pussy lips once more. Ever so gently, ever so slowly, he leaned farther and 
farther over Carrie so that with each movement he made another inch of his 
cock slide inside the burning hot cunt encasing his now-throbbing cock-meat 
in an inferno of unspeakable pleasure. 

"Oh Tom. Oh. Oh. Oh," the girl moaned. 

Tom lowered himself a little more and gently shoved another inch into her 
hot cunt. 

Carrie began to moan without stopping. She was adjusting her legs and 
stretching them as wide as possible while at the same time pushing her ass 
up so as to give Tom a nice clear entrance into the very depths of her cunt. 

As she adjusted her ass and it thrust upward it impaled itself on at least 
another two inches of Tom's cock. He moaned in response. The thickness of 
his massive prick stretched apart the young girl's cuntal caviety. 

"O-h-h-h-h-h-h," she groaned. "Why weren't you on that train, Tom? Oh. Why? 
Why?" She was out of her mind with pleasure. 

"I wish I was too," Tom laughed. "Tell me what really happened on that 
train." 

"I got raped," the girl said! "I was sound asleep one minute. The next thing 
I knew that pig was all over me and then he rammed me real hard and there 
was this great pain. I began to bleed and he just wouldn't stop." She 
reached out and put her firm young arms around Tom's neck, drawing him 
close. "He wasn't beautiful and gentle like you Tom." 

When their lips met, Tom slid the last of his hard cock up deeply into the 
lust-maddened heat of her cunt. 

As the wonderful heavy sac of his balls, filled with their swollen fruit and 
accumulation of semen fell against her flesh, Carrie nearly passed out with 
ecstatic pleasure. She had never known that sex could be so good. 

"M-mm-mm-m," she moaned. 

"Oh-h-h-h-h-h," Tom groaned in return. He was now moaning and groaning, 
gently grinding his hips so that he could heighten the already explosive 
feeling surrounding his hard shaft. 

"Oh, Tom. I love you," Carrie moaned. 

"I love you too," Tom came back. 

Their lips met again and Carrie began to probe into Tom's mouth with her hot 
tongue. Reaching back as far as she could go, sucking his lips into her 
mouth and trying wildly to draw him into her forever. 

Tom's tongue began to play back to her. He inserted it into her 
sweet-tasting mouth and ran it up between her lips and gums. Encompassing 
the entire front of her mouth with his desire. Then he thrust it into her 
mouth almost reaching her throat with its great length. 

Carrie could feel the huge girth of his cock deep in her cunt. She was on 
fire for his cock. She wanted more and more of it in her cunt. 

"Fuck me, Tom. Please, fuck me before I go out of my mind." She was almost 
on the verge of tears, she was so hyped-up and sexually excited. 

"Oh, baby, that's what I want to do," he replied. "But I'm so fuckin' big I 
don't want to hurt you." 

"O-h-h-h-h-h-h!" she groaned. "You can't hurt me. I love you. I want to feel 
that great cock of yours sliding in and out of my cunt. I want to feel it 
throbbing against the walls of my pussy. I want it all, Tom. I want only 
you. Always. Always. I only want you to fuck me. Oh! Please! Fuck the hell 
out of me. O-h-h-h-h-h-h!" 

Tom was humping up and down madly now, responding to her pleas. 

Carrie felt him rip in and out of her. She thrust up her hips and forced the 
great shaft of his dick deeply into her. She forced it in to the last 
possibly inch. 

Tom was riding with her, fucking her like hell. 

He grabbed Carrie with one arm around the neck and one under her left arm 
between her soft young body and tight to her sweaty little arm pit and began 
to fuck. His hold on her was strong, and his body was literally welded to 
hers. 

Their lips were fused together and their mutual tonguing was endless. She 
was grinding her hips up and around and back and forth in every possible 
direction in what looked like someone trying to get away from an impalement. 
It was just the opposite. 

Carrie was trying to impale herself to her very depths on Tom's gigantic 
lovepole. Its pulsing and throbbing set her cunt walls on fire. She could 
feel its outline clearly in her tight, almost virgin cunt. She could feel 
the foreskin rolling back and forth across the hugely swollen head as it 
moved in and out of her cunt. 

Tom was now lost in the madness of his desire. 

It had been years since he had this kind of sex, the girl was sure. How 
could fucking that old bitch he was married to compare to this? He was 
thrusting his mighty weapon deeply inside of her, and she could tell that he 
was rampaging out of control. 

"O-h-h-h," he groaned. 

"M-mm-m," she sighed in return. 

It was an incredible pleasure, one she had never even imagined was possible. 

Tom's huge cock was thrusting in and out of the tight but slippery cunt. The 
walls of her cuntal sheath gripped it tightly, giving them both tremendous 
excitement. Carrie could tell that it wouldn't be long before the man came 
inside of her, and she was on the verge herself. 

"Oh, honey," Tom said, "I'm going to take it out for a while. Otherwise I'm 
going to let go and fire all I got inside of you right now. And I don't want 
to do that. Not right away, not so soon." 

"You d ... do wh ... what you want," she managed to say, hanging on to him 
for dear life. 

"We can make love another way for a while," the older man suggested, slowing 
the pace of his thrusting. 

"What? Wh ... what?" she asked. 

"Would you mind sucking on my dick for a while?" he asked almost timidly. 

"I'd sure like to," she replied. "I'd sure like to suck on that wonderful 
pole of yours, if you'd let me." 

"Oh, baby. I'd just love it." He hugged her even tighter. It made him feel 
so good at the suggestion, she could see that. His face was aglow with 
satisfaction. 

"Maybe I'll be able to get the whole thing in my mouth. I'll try to get it 
all in." 

Tom slowly removed his huge chunk of meat from the hot young hole. When 
Carrie felt the head finally pop out, and pull away from the grasp of her 
pussy lips, she moved under Tom till his great cock was right in front of 
her face. She opened her mouth, and with her arms around Tom's waist, she 
gently pulled him toward her. 

She closed her eyes and then she felt the beautiful pulsing head enter her 
mouth and her hot young lips closed around it. They both moaned with 
pleasure and satisfaction at the very same instant. Tom began to slowly 
face-fuck the happy girl. 

She relaxed as best she could and let him get as much in as he was able, 
hoping that with each thrust he would be able in some way, by some miracle, 
to suck it all into her mouth and throat. 

"O-h-h-h-h-h," he groaned. "Baby, that's good. So good. Suck it tight around 
the head. That's it. That's it. Roll the foreskin back." 

As she did what he told her, the foreskin rolled back and the great 
throbbing head was exposed to the full warmth of her mouth and as the lips 
tightened around the shaft just behind the ridge of that great pulsing head, 
Tom let go and just thrust the whole damned meat into her mouth. 

She nearly choked and began to gag as the huge shaft hit the back of her 
throat. 

It was a huge cock, a magnificent cock, but the girl's slender throat was no 
match for it. 

But it kept on coming till she was pushing Tom away now instead. She choked 
and sputtered, gasping for breath, struggling against the onslaught of the 
giant cock. 

Tom pulled back. 

He stood up and spread his legs so that he had a good wide stance. His cock 
and balls now swung free. 

"Try it this way," he said. "I think that you might have an easier time of 
it. It seems to be a more natural entrance into the mouth from this angle." 

"Okay. Anything you say, Tom." 

Carrie got onto her knees and grasped the gigantic dick with both hands and 
guided the throbbing, heavy thing into her mouth. Once in she released her 
hold on it and began to fondle the magnificent balls in their enormous hairy 
sac of fleshy skin. 

"Oh, yes. That's better. Suck it, honey. Suck the shit out of my cock. You 
just suck your old man's cock and get all the goodies out of it without 
having to crack them nuts. O-h-h-h-h-h-h! Suck! Suck! Suck!" 

Tom had been right. At that angle the cock slid right into her mouth, and it 
completely disappeared down her throat. She was deep-throating the old man. 

Carrie could feel it go past her throat and start down toward her stomach. 
It was a wonderful sensation, having that much cock in her mouth and throat. 

When his balls hit her chin and her nose became buried in the bale of pubic 
hair and the musky smell of Tom's groin hit her, she went wild. It was as if 
she had smoked a stick of angel dust. She totally freaked out. She was 
sucking and drawing on the cock as if it were a reefer and she were an 
addict. She licked and slurped and lapped her way into a state near madness. 

Tom put his hands behind her head and began to face-fuck her as hard as he 
could. 

"O-h-h-h-h, suck that cock. Damn it bitch. Suck. Suck. Suck. Suck it good. 
O-h-h-h-h. Suck the spunk out of that fucking dick. It's all yours baby. 
Suck it. Suck. O-h-h-h-h-h-h! Suck the fuck out of it." 

Carrie began to frig herself with one hand and madly stroke Tom's balls with 
the other. She was so hot that she was beginning to come, and as the first 
load started to spurt out of her red hot cunt, she groaned a long loud 
sound. Tom knew immediately that she was coming. 

"Yeah, that's it baby. Shoot your juices and suck hard on that ol' cock of 
mine." 

Carrie didn't need the urging. She was guzzling away on Tom's rod. 

"O-h-h-h," he moaned. "I'm just about to come." 

Tom started jamming his cock faster and faster into her love-hungry mouth. 

Then she felt the first surge. That first pulse that is always different 
from the others, the dry ones that come before, had already impinged itself 
in her mind. She anticipated the surge of cum juice that was going to fill 
her throat. 

"Suck my cock, baby," Tom said. "Open your mouth wide and drink my spunk. 
I'm going to give you the full load of cum right n-o-o-o-o w w w w!" 

Carrie became so excited she started to cum all over again. The hot sperm in 
her throat aroused her to a peak of passionate lust. 

"O-h-h-h-h-h-h," Tom groaned. "M-mm-mm-m," Carrie moaned. They were cuming 
together, moaning and groaning in passion. The cock was pulsing and 
throbbing violently, jerking madly as the huge tube under the shaft of the 
great fucking machine grew thicker and pressed against the girl's tongue. 

It shot gob after gob as if the old man had collected his semen for months. 

"A-h-h-h-h-h-h," he sighed in gratification. 

His massive organ went crazy. It pulsed and jerked shooting wads of semen 
time after time till Carrie was certain she would choke on it. It was coming 
so fast and there was so much of it. 

She loved it. She loved the feel and the taste. 

Tom pulled all the way back till the head and a couple of inches were in her 
mouth and moved it rapidly back and forth, shooting the last loads of hot 
semen in her open mouth. 

It was so good to her, and the taste was so delicious. The feeling of the 
head of the cock brushing her lips was marvelous. The cum juice drove her 
out of her mind. She sucked and gulped and swallowed the last of his sprem. 

Finally, Tom's big cock jerked and the head pulsed for the last time. He was 
dry. 

There wasn't another drop for the girl's willing mouth. 

Slowly, unwillingly, Carrie let go of the beautiful love-stick. Reluctantly, 
Tom pulled it away from her lovely young face. 

"Oh, Carrie," he said. "You're the love of my life." 

"Oh, Tom," she said in reply. "You're just wonderful." 

He pulled her up to him and enfolded her in his arms. Their lips met, 
seeking each other deeply. They were like that for some time, and the girl 
enjoyed the warmth and security of the older man's arms. She had sucked up 
to him only as a means of escaping the farm., but as she hugged close to 
him, she forgot all that. She forgot all about her desire to get away. 

 CHAPTER FOUR 

After the two of them rested in each other's arms for a time, they became 
amorous once more. The first thing they did was straighten the blanket over 
some hay and climb onto it once more. 

This time, however, Tom was lying on his back and Carrie was just about to 
sit on top of his cock. It had gradually risen to its full height once more, 
and was throbbing and quivering like a great flagpole in a high wind. 

"Oh, Tom. Your cock is the most beautiful thing in the whole world." 

Carrie grabbed the huge engine with one hand and leaned forward on the 
other. This gave her a perfect position in which to work ... or to fuck. 

She guided the monster cock to the lips of her juicy young cunt. There she 
held it while she wiggled her ass, causing the lips of her hot pussy to play 
havoc with Tom's nerves. 

She let her lips run back and forth over the quivering head which in all its 
swollen majesty was seeping seminal fluid almost as far as it could shoot a 
load of semen when ready. 

"Baby, be a good girl and don't drive your old man out of his fucking mind. 
Just put my big dick into your pussy and let it take care of itself." 

Tom was on the verge of a nervous breakdown from the incredible sensations 
her pussy lips were giving the swollen, exposed head of his big cock. He 
just couldn't stand it. He knew that if he was brought to shooting like that 
it would hurt for days afterwards. 

The pressure became so intense and the tickling on his cock-head caused him 
such musclar tension that when the load did let go it had been kept back 
with such force that the force to bring it out was even greater and drove 
through his shaft at such pressure that it literally seared the tubes all 
the way to his swollen bouncing nuts. 

"Okay, Tom. I won't. But it sure does feel awfully good." Carrie was in 
seventh heaven. 

She had never loved anyone before. Not really, and certainly not anyone like 
this. She loved this homely man. She really and truly loved him at that 
moment. 

She loved him so much that she would do anything to make him happy and give 
him the utmost pleasure and joy. And this she was going to do right now. 

She stuck the great head in her cunt. Then she slid slowly away to the base 
of the gigantic cock. She screwed onto it. The sensation was electrifying 
for them both. They started to hump away, but just at that moment they heard 
a sound in the old barn and jerked their gaze in the direction of the door. 

It swung open, and there stood Dora Lane, striking a menacing stance, the 
light coming from behind her and silhouetting her sharply angled body. There 
were some objects in one of her ham-like hands. 

"Don't mind me," she said. "You just akeep on fucking." 

Carrie turned to Tom and saw him shudder. Then he just shrugged and they 
resumed their humping, this time in a more discreet manner. Carrie turned 
partially in the direction of the older woman, glancing at her for a 
reaction. 

Dora stood quietly watching, getting hotter by the minute. Carrie could see 
the woman twitch convulsively. She dropped the load of stuff in her hand, 
and slowly the hand reached under her dress. The dress came up and caught 
around her voluptuous hips. 

Carrie looked away, saw that Tom was also eyeing his wife carefully. He was 
thrusting slowly into the girl, in and out in a steady rhythm, watching his 
wife out of the corner or his eye. Carrie began to get turned on by the 
stroking of his thick cock. She rose and dropped her loins to meet him, then 
stole another look at the woman in the doorway of the old barn. 

Dora had no underpants on, so when she lifted her dress she was ready to go. 
She was now rubbing her crotch unashamedly. Carrie could see an expression 
on her face, now that her eyes had become accustomed to the light. The woman 
was feeling good. 

She snaked her fingers into her hot cunt, and began to play with her hot 
lips. Carrie could see a finger search out and find the clitoris. Then the 
older woman massaged the love button sensuously. 

Pussy juices were running like sap from a tree, as Dora started to jam her 
fingers in and out of her love-hole. Her hips were jamming themselves back 
and forth onto her hand. She looked as if she would explode any minute. Each 
time she started to get there, the woman would slacken off for a few seconds 
and let her pressure subside. 

Then she would start all over again. This went on for quite some time, but 
the more she saw and heard of the growingly passionate couple fucking in the 
stall, the hotter and hotter she got. It was obvious that she loved watching 
the couple fuck. A lot of people must get off on watching other people fuck, 
Carrie thought. 

It was clearly making the woman excited to see her husband sticking his 
horse's cock into the juicy cunt of the young girl. She loved watching it 
slide in and out of the moist pussy. 

Dora began to moan and groan herself. Her cunt was getting wet. Suddenly, 
she took her hand away and bent to retrieve something that she had dropped 
to the floor. It was a club! Carrie saw that it had been the handle of an 
old pitchfork or broom that had been sawed off to about eighteen inches to 
make a weapon. 

To the girl's amazement, Dora began to use the club as a dildo. The top of 
the old handle was beautifully rounded, and was slightly larger than the 
diameter of the lower end. It had been made that way to make it easier to 
grip, but it worked out as a perfect cock-shaped dildo. 

The wood was hard and smooth as ivory, and Dora shoved it right between the 
lubricated lips of her pussy. She thrust it in as comfortably as if she'd 
done it many times before. It flew in and out of her cunt like a gigantic 
hard maple penis. She was frigging her cunt madly with the dildo. 

She was able to get most of it in, and that was quite a feat. Carrie thought 
maybe her cunt had been enlarged over the years by Tom's huge cock. 

Dora obviously loved the old dildo. It could reach places no cock could 
touch. She began to ram the thing madly. She fucked it. She humped the shit 
out of it. The bitch's cunt nearly ate the thing up. She was doing her 
damnedest to get her nuts off. 

She stood there splay-legged. Her juices shot out of her wide-open cunt in a 
torrent of spent lust. She jammed the wooden dildo with jackhammer 
movements, in and out and then across the erect and burning clit. She was 
giving that button of molten sensuality the ride of its life with the 
slickly hard maple dildo. 

Then she just fell to the floor of the ok barn and spread her legs and 
really opened her cunt lips wide up. She began to hammer the hell out of her 
cunt. Dora began to groan and then she was moaning and moaning something 
fierce. 

As Carrie watched in horror, the woman writhed on the floor, shrieking 
madly. Her screams filled the old barn, as she went on fucking her cunt with 
the eighteen-inch dildo. Her screams were the big loud long shrieks of the 
deepest orgiastic pleasure anyone could have heard. 

Her pussy had opened and taken all the dildo. It must have been touching the 
very bottom of her cunt. It might even have been shoved into her womb for 
all the wide-eyed girl knew. 

Dora could not contain the joy she was having from the fucking of the big 
dildo in her cunt. Eighteen inches of hard maple, smoothed to silk and 
artfully manipulated, was giving her incredible joy. 

"She ain't never took it all before," Tom Lane said to the girl, as they 
both slowed their humping and stared at the woman writhing on the floor. 

"This has got to be the best fuck she's ever had," Carrie couldn't resist 
saying. 

Dora fucked away in her cunt for some time with the long dildo, and then she 
gradually ground to a halt. She lay there on her back in the soft light that 
streamed through the open door, the pitchfork handle sticking out of her 
pussy, straight up in the air. She was huffing and puffing, gasping to 
regain her breath. 

Her come juice was glistening on her loins, in her pubic hair, all up the 
length of the dildo. There were little droplets of juice that had been 
splashed all over the floor. Carrie just stared at the weird woman. She 
wondered for a time if Dora had killed herself with the thing. 

"You think she's done herself in?" she asked the man whose cock was still up 
her cunt. 

"I don't think so," he laughed. "But it wouldn't surprise me if she does us 
in." 

"How so?" 

"Don't fool yourself, little one. We're in for it now. She don't like no 
other woman fuckin' her man, and she don't like her man fuckin' no other 
woman." 

It was not long before the woman came to her senses and rose from the floor. 
She tossed the club she'd used as a dildo aside and retrieved something else 
from the floor. Carrie gasped aloud. She saw what it was. It was a long, 
black, sinewy bull whip, a mean looking black-snake, the kind you use to 
discipline a recalcitrant bull. 

Dora moved stealthily to the lying couple. Carrie was atop the older man, 
cringing in fear. Then came the crack of the whip, and the searing pain she 
had anticipated with such terror. 

"E-e-e-e-e-e-e-e-e-e-e-e!" 

Carrie screamed in agony as the lash fell across her back with a viciousness 
that she had never felt in her life before. She'd been beaten at the 
orphanage, but nothing like this. If this is what Dora had meant by strict 
discipline in her advertisement, Carrie wanted no part of it. 

Tom tried to cover himself, but he couldn't escape the anger of the lash. 
Dora had them in a compromising position, and they were helpless. 

Finally, Tom did get his enormous cock unplugged from Carrie's tight and 
now-convulsive cunt. But he was naked, and there was no way they could get 
around the angry Dora and get to the door. After dealing out some more 
vicious blows to both of them, the woman went back to the door and closed 
it. She locked the door and slipped the key into her dress pocket. 

She returned to the cowering couple and began wielding the whip some more. 
Carrie began to cry and begged her to stop. This only drove the woman's 
maddened desire into sheer insanity. 

"You fucking whore!" Dora screamed at her. 

"Please. Please stop. For heaven's sake. Please stop! You're killing me!" 
Carrie begged and screamed. 

"You fucking, filthy cocksucking, cunt of a whore! You bet your ass I'll 
kill you. But it's going to take months, maybe years to do it the way I have 
planned for you. And by that time you'll be such a fucking ugly bitch you'll 
kill yourself. You stinking rotten cunt. You filthy fucking slut. Sneaking 
around behind my back and seducing a good man like my Tom with your 
maggot-infested little pussy. I'll teach you to fuck around with me and my 
man. I'll cut you up like a slab of beef." 

"Please. Stop whipping me. You're sick. You're perverted. You're a crazy 
sick thing. Don't you see that? Don't you know what a crazy vicious sick 
bitch you are?" 

Carrie was a mass of whip welts by now, and some of them were beginning to 
bleed. Her whole body was on fire. She was being driven out of her mind by 
this crazy insane family. 

"O-h-h-h-h-h," she moaned. 

At last Tom stood in front of her and began to take the lashings himself. He 
said that sooner or later the madness that had taken Dora's mind would leave 
and she would be all right once more. "Hang on," he told the girl. "Hang on. 
She'll come back to her right mind. She always does." 

The woman began to scream obscenities at the old man. The whip lashed out 
faster and harder, cutting deeper than it had ever cut before. Soon Tom 
found himself a bloody mess as well. Then-suddenly-the onslaught stopped. 

The two bloody, beaten Human beings just stood stock still for a moment. 
Then Carrie looked around Tom, who was standing in front of her. 

"Oh. She's fallen down. She's twitching all over like she's going crazy or 
something." 

"She's having one of her fits," Tom said nonchalantly. "Now's the time to 
get you out of here and get Dora up to the house." 

Tom hurriedly got into his clothes. 

"No. I'd better stay here," the girl said. "If she finds I got out when she 
comes to, she'll just whip me all the harder." 

"Don't worry," Tom said. "She's laid up for maybe two days after one of 
these things. By that time you'll have been such a big help that she will 
have forgotten just what she was beating you for in the first place. But 
thank your stars she freaked out like this. I really think she was going to 
kill the both of us." 

"Shit." 

"Don't worry. In the next couple of days she'll be out of commission, and 
you'll have a chance to get to know her better." 

"I hope she doesn't go crazy too often." 

"She don't. After one of these, it might be three months afore she flips her 
wig again. In the meantime, you'll be surprised how nice it can be to live 
here with us on the farm. The food's good, and the air's clean. You may even 
get to like it." 

"Maybe," Carrie said, feeling her wounded back. "But I don't believe so." 

The two of them helped Dora up to the house, half-carrying her, and then 
they laid her in the bed. After they ministered to the woman for a time, Tom 
showed Carrie where her new bedroom was. It was small and unpretentious, but 
it was a big improvement over the stall in the old barn. 

 CHAPTER FIVE 

It was three days before Dora was up and around again, and she was fairly 
quiet. In the meantime, Carrie had insinuated herself into the structure of 
the household, and enjoyed the run of the farm. She was still thinking of 
different means by which she might effect an escape, and she was looking for 
the right opportunity. 

She had taken care of Dora with the utmost attentiveness. By the third 
morning of the old woman's confinement, they had actually struck up a 
pleasant relationship. They chatted amiably, and the events in the barn were 
never mentioned. 

One of the things the old lady liked best was a sponge bath, and Carrie 
attended to this each day. She noticed that Dora directed her efforts to her 
breasts and her cunt, but she decided not to say anything about it. If Dora 
was getting off on the bath, what difference did that make to the young 
girl. As long as Dora was happy and quiet. 

One morning, Carrie was giving the woman her sponge bath, while Karl and 
Goerge looked on. The two boys hadn't given the girl any trouble during the 
past few days, but they were constantly gaping at her. She sensed that 
something was brewing, and she was anticipating some kind of outbreak of 
their passionate lust. 

"I hope this makes you feel better, Dora," she said to the old woman as she 
bathed her with the sponge. She picked up a washcloth and used it to soothe 
the woman's breasts and cunt. 

"Down lower," the older woman directed. 

She spread her thighs, and Carrie dragged the wet cloth over the woman's 
cunt. 

"Does that feel good?" the girl asked. 

"Oh. I'll say it does. Could you just go over that once more, and really 
wash out my cunt good? It feels great on my sore lips. That stick did a job 
on me." 

It was her first mention of the episode in the barn. 

"Sure, Dora." Carrie made certain that the washrag was good and wet with the 
hot water and soap when she applied it to the woman's cunt. She spread the 
pussy lips and inserted the rag a good three inches up into Dora's aching 
hole. 

"Oh, that feels good," Dora groaned. 

Carrie kept working the wet cloth around and reamed out the mature cunt 
thoroughly. She made sure to catch the clitoris now and then. 

Dora by this time was really hot. She was grinding her hips up into the good 
feeling that the young girl was giving to her cunt. She gave Carrie a 
certain look, and the girl understood that the older woman was ready for a 
lot more than just a washcloth plying her cunt. 

"Honey," Dora said. "Over there in the top right hand drawer of the dresser, 
you'll find a thing that looks like a big rubber cock. It's my dildo. It's 
not as powerful as the wooden one, but my cunt can't handle that now. Go git 
it. Wash it off in the hot water and let it get good and warm. Then put it 
in my cunt. It'll make me feel much more relaxed than just a sponge or 
washcloth. 

Carrie stepped away from the woman and looked towards the drawer. She 
noticed the Karl and George were leering at her. She ignored them and went 
to the drawer. 

"I've just got to feel a much deeper sense of contentment," the old woman 
was saying. "Not that you're not doing good, Carrie. You are. But for a 
woman like me, that's not quite good enough." 

Carrie opened the drawer and looked in. There was an immense dildo-about a 
foot long-and about as thick as the conductor's cock. It looked for all the 
world like a man's penis, cut off and lying in a drawer. She'd never seen 
one before. 

"Is this what you mean?" she inquired of Dora, as she hefted the big rubber 
prick. 

"Oh, yes. That's it." Dora seemed to grow enthusiastic just at the sight of 
the thing. "Isn't it marvelous," she asked the young girl. 

"Oh yeah, I'll say. Where does it all go? It's so very large and all." 
Carrie was overwhelmed at the size and weight of the thing. 

"She can take it!" George called out, and Karl gave out with a big belly 
laugh. 

"Shut up, son," Dora said. "You just bring it here, Carrie. I'll find a 
place for it to fit." Dora could hardly wait. Carrie knew she hadn't had a 
really first class frigging since she'd had a fit in the barn. She brought 
the thing over to her. 

"Now just put it in the hot water there, Dora said, motioning toward the 
basin of hot water that Carrie had been using to sponge bathe her with. "In 
a few minutes it will be thoroughly warmed through, then you just put the 
head of it in my pussy and we'll see how much of it I can accommodate 
today." 

Carrie placed the monster in the water, having to bend it around and hold it 
submerged in order to cover the entire thing with its huge head and rubber 
nuts. Otherwise it would have popped out of the basin with at least six 
inches sticking into the air. 

While it was heating up, Dora was playing with her breasts and frigging her 
cunt alternately. She was getting hot, just playing with herself like that. 
Carrie could see her eyes cloud over. She guessed the old woman was thinking 
of the young girl frigging her with the dildo. Pussy juices were already 
coming so heavy that they were practically shooting all around and they were 
dripping onto the bed sheets. 

Carrie heard Karl and George step quietly across the room. They took up a 
post where they could get a better view of the action. 

"Can Ma take that thing all the way up her cunt?" Karl asked in a whisper to 
George. 

"Hell yes," Carrie heard the younger brother reply. "She can take it all. 
She did that pitchfork handle, didn't she? I guess that she sure as hell can 
take that dinky thing." 

"It makes me horny just to imagine it," Karl said. 

"Me too," George came back. Carrie watched as he opened his fly and whipped 
out his already hard cock. 

"Look at that boy," Dora said, her eyes clearing as she went on playing with 
her pussy. "Ain't he something." 

"What are you up to?" Carrie asked the boy. 

"Flaggin' my dong," George laughed. "Ain't that what it looks like?" 

"He's crazy," Karl offered. 

"Oh, cut the shit, Karl," George said. "Whip yours out and flag it too. I 
can see that it's as hard as mine." 

Karl hesitated a minute, but before he could make up his mind his brother 
reached over and whipped down his zipper and was already groping for his 
brother's hard meat. Karl didn't even have time to protest before his hard 
cock was out and waving in front of everyone. 

"Come on," George commanded. "Play with mine and I'll play with yours." 

Karl blushed, but he went along with the arrangement. The two of them stood 
there, jerking each other off, watching their mother play with her cunt. 
Dora laughed loudly. 

"Okay, honey," she said to Carrie. "I think that the dildo is thoroughly 
warmed through by now. Let's try it." She was hot now, and her face was 
flushed. 

"All right," the girl said. "Now you hold your lips apart and I'll put the 
head in for you." Carrie was being most helpful. Already her young cunt was 
juicy and moist from the excitement of just handling the dildo and the 
feeling of it in her young inexperienced hands. The sight of the two young 
men frigging each other's cocks was getting her randy. 

She placed the head of the monster against the opened lips of Dora's pussy, 
and then she shoved it in to the depth of about three inches. That was for a 
start. 

Dora groaned and started to grind her hips against the dildo. "More," she 
cried. "Give me more, Carrie." Dora's voice was hoarse with need. 

Carrie shoved once more and in went another six inches. This time Dora 
nearly threw herself out of bed when the great rubber dong slid into that 
wonderful depth. 

"O-h-h-h-h-h," she groaned. She let out a long moan of satisfaction, and 
thrust her hips up into the great cock. 

Carrie had not been ready for her thrust, and so kept her hand steady. This 
caused the mammoth dildo to jam all the way into Dora's pussy, right up to 
the huge, realistically molded rubber balls. 

Dora let out a yelp of absolute animal pleasure and grabbed the end of the 
great cock right out of the hands of the young girl. She began to frig 
herself crazily. 

"Oh. Oh. Oh. It feels so good. Carrie! It's fucking me. It's fucking my 
cunt. The biggest cock in the world is fucking my cunt. O-h-h-h-h-h!" 

Dora's words fell on deaf ears. 

Carrie was already in action. She had her hands at her own cunt, and was 
frigging herself madly with both hands. They flew busily over her pussy lips 
and flicked at her swelling clit button. 

"M-mm-mm-m," she moaned. 

She was completely overcome with her own arousal. She did not even realize 
for a full minute that there was another pair of hands and another pair of 
lips at her pussy. She looked down in a daze. Karl was on his knees in front 
of her. He was forcing his face into her hot young cunt. 

"Oh. Yes. Do it. Do it," she was screaming. "Eat it. Fuck it. Suck it. 
O-h-h-h-h-h! Oh! Oh! Oh!" 

She just kept screaming in ecstasy. Carrie lost track of what Dora was up 
to. She turned off the sound of Dora's ecstatic moans and the sight of the 
happy older woman fucking the hell out of her own cunt with the oversized 
dildo. 

"O-h-h-h-h-h," Carrie groaned. 

Then she felt another pair of hands fingering her asshole. She stuck her ass 
out for easier access. She really didn't care whose hands they were, though 
it was obvious that George had sprung expertly into action. 

She was a different girl than the one who had gotten on the train in Kansas 
City. She had become sensualized. It was now second nature for her to open 
up her body for the pleasure of another person ... and herself. 

She didn't even need to be tied up now. 

George got down behind her and spread the cheeks of her willing ass. She 
could feel a trace of pain as his fingers brushed over the areas that had 
been whipped raw. This only excited the girl more, and the young man avidly 
explored the depths of her asshole. 

Carrie was going insane with the pleasure she was getting on both ends. 

"Oh, yes. Oh. Eat that asshole. Eat it out good," she cried. "Oh. Oh. 
O-h-h-h-h. Fuck it with your tongue. Stick your fucking tongue in there and 
ream it out. Make me feel it all the way inside. " She was yelling out her 
commands and wiggling her ass into Goerge's face. Then she grabbed Karl by 
the hair of his head and was shoving her hot young cunt right down onto his 
mouth as hard as she could. 

"M-mm-mm," came the sound from Karl's mouth, as he lapped up her pussy 
juices. 

"A-h-h-h-h-h," came the sigh from behind her, as George sucked out her 
asshole. 

"Eat. Eat. Eat Both of you eat," she moaned. "Oh. Eat my cunt. Eat my ass. 
Oh-h-h-h-h-h-h!" 

She was now screaming with pleasure. She glanced at Dora, still fucking her 
cunt with the dildo. 

"Oooo-oo-oo-oo-oo!" Dora was moaning, as she worked away on herself. She was 
oblivious to anything going on around her. 

Carrie wanted her to see what the boys were doing to her. 

"Look, Dora," she called out. "The boys are eating me out good. Dora. Isn't 
it wonderful?" She was swirling around in a madness of pleasure. 

"Let's see," Dora said, coming to her senses. She got up and sat on the edge 
of the bed with her feet planted wide on the floor, frigging herself like 
crazy with the huge dildo and watching the boys eat out Carrie both front 
and back. "Eat me. Eat me. Eat me," she called out. Dora yelled frantically 
as she pulled the dildo completely out of the depths of her now-yawning cunt 
in one swift movement. 

Carrie leaned over and braced herself on the edge of the bed. She buried her 
face in Dora's pulsating cunt. She jammed her tongue straight up onto the 
woman's very hard clitoris and went right to work on that love button 
without hesitation. 

Dora let out a howl and grabbed the girl's head. She pushed her face into 
the sloppy pussy juice. Carrie slurped and lapped all up and down the inner 
lips of the huge cunt. She licked up cunt juice and tickled her asshole, and 
he was now frigging a finger in and out of her ass. His action pushed her 
face deeper into the older woman's cunt. 

Dora seemed to go off into the stars. 

"O-h-h-h-h-h-h," she moaned. "I'm coming. I'm coming. I'm coming!" 

Karl sneaked in between Carrie's legs and began to suck her cunt again. She 
got so excited she unloaded her cunt juice into his open and waiting mouth. 
Karl got turned on and began frigging his cock like mad. 

"O-h-h-h-h," he moaned. "I'm coming!" With that he began to shoot off like 
crazy. 

Carrie did not hesitate. She left Dora's pussy and its mature juices fell 
right on to the already shooting cock of her son. Impaling herself orally, 
she sank clear down to his tender balls. 

"Oh. Take it. Take it all," he was shouting. And Carrie was sucking and 
slurping up the boiling sperm like it was honey. 

She had bent over in such a compromising position that George could not 
resist making entrance into her ass with his throbbing cock. A big dick 
wormed its way into her asshole, parting the cheeks. 

He had slapped all the saliva he could get onto his hand and rubbed his 
shaft thoroughly. This lubricated her rectum enough for him to make entry. 
In one smooth motion he had entered her and embedded the entire shaft in the 
hot young ass cavern. 

"O-h-h-h-h," came the sound from deep in his throat. 

"E-e-e-e-e-e-e," came the scream from the girl. The suddenness of the attack 
was more shocking than any real pain in the ass. 

"Like it?" George asked. 

"More!" she begged. 

Karl, who had just relieved his balls was getting up as Tom Lane came 
through the door, his eight inches already sticking out through the open fly 
of his jeans. 

"Stay right there boy," the older man ordered, as he walked right up to his 
son and took hold of his head. He positioned his cock in front of the 
twenty-year-old's mouth. 

"Please. No. P-l-e-a-s-e!" Karl had started to beg for mercy, but as he 
opened his mouth six inches of hard meat sank into the depths of his throat. 

"Suck, boy!" Tom commanded. 

Dora was already employed and on her knees in front of Carrie, as she was 
just inserting the huge dildo into the young girl's tight, hot cunt. 

"Oh. Dora! It's so big. Please. Don't. I think it's going to split me open." 

Dora was oblivious to her pleadings. 

"You just shut up, you cunt," she said. "You fucking whore. You'll take this 
up your cunt. You bitch. You'll take it all. Even if I have to knock your 
cunt out of shape. Now spread your fucking, cock-hungry legs. Take your 
punishment for being a stinking whore." The woman seemed to be getting so 
hot, that it turned the girl on. 

Suddenly, she understood the whole thing. She finally grasped what it was 
the family was up to. It was all a game. You keep resisting and pleading and 
screaming, but you always get off. It was great! It was wonderful! 

"Oh, no. Please. No!" Carrie screamed. She went on pleading and Dora went 
right on shoving the huge rubber tool into her young cunt. 

Carrie began to grind her hips into the gigantic thing, moaning and groaning 
in the intense pleasure coming from her cunt' and the dual pleasure coming 
from her ass. George was really pummeling the shit out of her ass. 

She kept on protesting, knowing it would make Dora as excited as she was. 

"Oh. Please, Dora! Don't do this to me! I just can't take it!" 

"Oh yes you will," Dora said. "If you want to eat you'll take it. You're 
being punished for fucking my husband!" 

Dora lashed out and slapped her a good one across the face. It stung like 
crazy. 

"Oh please," Carrie cried. "I'll be good." 

She opened her legs as far as she could without losing control of the cock 
that was punishing her cunt. 

"How's that?" she asked Dora. 

"That's better, girl. You need a lot more discipline. You'll get a lot more 
before I'm through with you." 

Dora was getting hot. Carrie could see it in her eyes. She sat on the floor, 
her own legs splayed and her big cunt exposed. Carrie could see it begin to 
flex like an entity with a life of its own. 

Dora shoved the fingers of her free hand up her cunt and began to frig 
herself with heavy urgent movements. 

"Oh. Oh. Dora! George! Tom! Everybody!" Carrie screamed. "I'm coming. I'm 
going to unload. Oh. Dora! Dora! Jam that fucking monster in me. I can take 
it, Dora! O-h-h-h-h-h!" Carrie was screaming at the top of her lungs and her 
head was roving all over her shoulders as if in a trance. She was bouncing 
and jerking, having a great time of it. "A-h-h-h-h-h!" she sighed. 

She let go with the loudest and longest wail she could obtain from her young 
lungs as her entire body began to quiver and shake. Her ass began to buck 
like she had gone completely mad, thrusting herself onto the male meat in 
her ass in one motion and clear to the balls of the rubber cock with the 
completed motion. 

Back and forth in furious rhythm she ground her hips, her hands grabbing 
herself everywhere at once, trying to reach for the center of her pleasure 
and not being able to find it in her lusting madness. 

"I'm coming, too!" Tom shouted. He rammed the eight inches all the way into 
his son's mouth and then quickly removed it and grabbed the dildo out of the 
hot aching young cunt and shoved the full eight inches into it in one 
stroke. 

He put his arms all the way around her and his younger son who was fucking 
from the rear and started to buck into the young hot pussy like a bull 
fucking into a young cow. 

Carrie was completely impaled and lost in the agony of orgasmic pleasure as 
the cocks in her began to shoot almost at the same time. 

She felt the huge eight inches of Tom's start to swell and fill her cunt to 
bursting before it exploded deep in her with that first cannon burst of hot 
sperm that burnt the very bottom of her cunt. 

Then George began to moan and yelp like a young puppy as his goodly bit of 
male meat began to unload its swollen balls of their semen into her hotly 
willing ass. 

Dora in the meantime had gone down on Karl, whose cock had sprung up once 
again as soon as his father had begun to face-fuck him with real and 
immediate need. 

But Karl was not to be outdone, so he got down on the floor and flipped 
around and began eating Dora out like it was his first meal in a month. 

He grabbed her ass-cheeks and shoved the still-firm body into his face and 
began to suck and slurp and eat that pussy. It was his own mother's, but he 
loved it. 

He began to slap the big firm ass with both his hands. He struck out with 
the flat of his hands making loud clear, clean smacking sounds. Dora began 
to groan and it was obvious that the slapping was bringing up an orgasm. 

"O-h-h-h-h," she moaned. 

She groaned and ground her hips and cunt into Karl's face. By this time 
George had finished his unloading into Carrie's young tender asshole. And 
having pulled out, still horny, he was watching Karl eat out Dora. 

It seemed to make him hot all over again. He looked like he wanted to eat 
his own mother's cunt. He wasn't the kind of guy to hesitate. Carrie knew 
that. 

Karl was dragged bodily from his feast. He was moved aside by George. The 
younger brother wanted to replace him at his mother's cunt. Now George began 
to ram his face into Dora's pussy. 

George found Dora's cunt and began to eat it like mad. It looked like he was 
going crazy with pleasure. He looked like he was about to go through the 
ceiling. 

Carrie and Tom were still fucking away. The girl was in ecstasy. She wished 
it could go on forever. She definitely had no plans to run away from the 
farm now. Where else could she get such fantastic sex without having to pay 
for it. 

 CHAPTER SIX 

The days passed swiftly at the farm after that. Carrie was given chores to 
do, but they were mostly around the house. The men did most of the outdoor 
work, and at day's end they were tired and usually left her alone. Sundays 
were different. On those days, a great deal of time was spent fucking and 
sucking. 

One Sunday, Carrie walked into Dora's bedroom to see a strange sight. The 
woman was dressed in a black merry widow foundation with long garters that 
held up black lace hose. She stood in the middle of the room in spike heel 
shoes, her dressing gown thrown back exposing her over-ripe flesh bulging in 
all directions from being squeezed so tightly by the corset. 

Her face was painted in the makeup of an 1890s whore, and her hair was 
kinked and curled as if with an old-fashioned curling iron. Carrie stood 
stock still and watched her. 

"On your knees, you stinking cunt!" 

Dora ordered Tom. 

"Oh please, Dora, don't beat me," Tom's hoarse voice bleated back. 

Carrie, stopped short by the sound of the pleading voice, stared at the man. 
She realized he wanted her to beat him. In one single movement, Dora snapped 
a horse whip and sent it singing through the air. 

Standing about five feet away was Tom, but he was dressed up completely like 
a woman, even to the powdered makeup. He didn't seem a bit annoyed or upset 
about Carrie being there. Rather, there was a look of delight coming over 
his face when he saw the wide-eyed girl. She certainly was better flesh than 
old Dora, with all her black lace. 

"Come closer my dear," he smiled at her, and extended his hand. 

"We're just about to have a little party," Dora smiled. "Will you join us?" 

"Of course she will," Tom said. "But first we must have her dressed properly 
for our little get together." 

With that, Dora turned and motioned for Carrie to follow her into the little 
dressing area that was just off the bedroom. 

"Come over here, honey, and get out of those things," she said with disgust 
as she scanned the outfit the girl had on. 

Dora gave her new clothes and Carrie quickly changed. The things Dora 
selected were a pair of legless leather leotards with a snap-off piece at 
the crotch, cut so low at the breasts that both her breasts were pushed up 
high and were completely exposed. Her cute nipples stood at attention, 
almost as if they were two little soldiers waiting for orders. In a way they 
were, and the orders would soon come. 

Her legs were hosed in black silk mesh stockings that came up and tucked 
under the leather top, while her feet were shod in leather boots that had 
heels so high that her toes almost touched the bottom of the spike heel. 

The spike heels were at least six inches tall. They made her feel as if she 
were going to topple right straight forward and impale her stiff nipples in 
the carpet. 

"Let your hair down, honey," Dora ordered. "That's it. Get rid of the silly 
ribbon and shake it out so it's nice and loose. Real full and wild-like." 

Carrie did, and when she walked back into the room she caught a glimpse of 
herself in the old-fashioned mirror on the wall. 

It made her gasp. That person couldn't be her. That absolutely mad, wild 
beautiful creature. 

Tom gasped as well when he saw her. 

"What a magnificent bitch!" he cried out. "She's gorgeous, Dora." 

The man was so delighted it caught Dora off guard. "Like hell she is! She's 
just a kid yet!" 

"My dear Dora, you have been superseded. Here is the perfection of what you 
attempt to be." His voice was soft but vicious. 

The whip snapped out and caught him with just the tip of the lash on the 
ass. "There you fucking cunt. Take that, Tom! I'll teach you to mock me." 
Dora was furious and was doing her best to contain herself, making every 
attempt to play the game of pleasing the man instead of outright killing the 
son-of-a-bitch. 

"Oh! Why you tired old bitch! Don't you do anything till I tell you to. I'm 
the one who tells you how and when to play this game." Tom was getting 
bolder. 

He was furious too, as well, and there was so much anger and excitement 
filling the room that Carrie herself was beginning to get a rush from just 
being so near to it. 

"Well, then let's start, cunt, because I haven't got all day." Dora was 
obviously mad as hell, but she kept the lid on it. 

"Tell her the rules of the game," Tom suggested. "Make it snappy, then get 
out." 

"Why, you dirty cocksucker, you or nobody tells Dora what to do in her own 
house." The old woman leveled at the man, through clenched teeth, her voice 
just barely audible. "I'll show what I'm going to do." 

With that she lashed out with her whip and cut him across the back, slashing 
the fabric of the silk gown he had on into two separate sections. 

The scream that came from the man was not pleasant, nor was it one of 
pleasure. 

Before he was even finished, Dora had lashed out and cut him across the 
chest again, shredding the silk fabric and this time exposing his very 
masculine and very hairy chest. She had been most accurate and the tip of 
the whip had come to a whipping stop directly on top of one of his nipples, 
which lay buried beneath a mat of hair. The snap of the lash cut it wide 
open so that the blood began to trickle from beneath the black blanket of 
hair. 

He began to scream and curse at the same time. 

"O-h-h-h-h! You fucking old cunt!" 

Slash went the whip. 

"E-e-e-e-e-e," he yowled as the whip cut him around the legs. "I'll kill 
you, you foul old bitch, you fucking worn-out old whore!" 

Slash, and the whip sailed through the air once more to make contact with 
his hairy ass. Slash! 

"Argh!" His screams were filling not only the bedroom, but the entire house. 

"Get over there and get on your fucking knees, you fucking cuntlapper and 
eat her out!" Dora yelled at him. 

"I'll kill you, you stinking old whore!" he screamed. 

He never finished. 

Dora lashed out and caught him across the face and snapped the whip in such 
a fashion that it locked itself around him. She jerked him backwards off his 
highheeled feet. 

Once she had him on the floor she snapped the length of the whip with a 
rolling motion of her wrist and it loosened. She snapped it back to lay it 
full across his exposed groin. His big cock was lolling on its side and the 
balls lay open to the brutal attack of the next snap of the whip. 

"O-h-h-h-h-h!" He doubled up in agony as he grabbed for his groin. 

Dora had caught one of his balls with the full lash, opening the flesh of 
the massive sac so that a thin line of red began to appear. 

"O-h-h-h!" His wail continued and he doubled completely over into a hump and 
just lay there screaming in agony. 

"Now, you bastard. Do as I say!" Dora had gone crazy with the lust of her 
attack. She was so far into it that it was certain she would cut him to 
ribbons before she stopped. Her sloppy cunt was already dripping, and the 
inside of her thighs were soaking wet from the pussy juice stimulated by her 
attack. Carrie could see that it was the way it had been in the old barn, 
when she threw a fit that time. 

"E-e-e-e-e-e-eeeeee!" he kept screaming. 

"That's it Dora. Let the son-of-a-bitch have it!" Carrie couldn't believe 
she was saying those things. "Make him eat me. Make him eat me good." 

Dora was getting hot with the action. She had to piss. With swift decision 
she walked over to the crying, pain-numbed man and straddled him, exposing 
her sopping cunt in her wide stance. With a great grunt, she let go with a 
torrent of acid-hot piss from her old pussy. 

"There you go, honey. That should cool you off," she said laughing with a 
great release of the anger that had not long before been controlling her. 
"Now get over there and eat out that young cunt. Since you don't want this 
mature one any longer. And I don't mean maybe." Her voice took on the 
authority of command. 

The man began to move across the floor, a mess, tattered and bleeding, 
dragging himself with his hands. His legs were numb from the pain shooting 
through his nuts. 

"That-a-boy," Dora intoned, as she reached down and ripped away the rest of 
the fabric that had once been a very expensive silk dress. 

Carrie was standing with her legs widespread, waiting in panting 
anticipation for the hot lips of the homely old dude. She could feel them 
now in her fantasy of excitement. 

She reached down and ripped away the snap on the piece at the crotch, 
exposing her sweet young pussy with its already-throbbing lips, pushing out, 
just waiting to be kissed and licked and sucked and lapped. 

"Hurry, you cuntlapper, hurry," Carrie's voice rasped. She was going insane 
with need. As he got close enough for her to reach him she grabbed his 
piss-soaked hair and slammed her cunt against his rough and powdered face. 
"Eat it!" she hissed. 

At first he tried to push her aside but he was so weakened from the beating 
that all he could do was try his best to get a breath between sucks. 

"O-h-h-h-h-h," he groaned. 

"Oh, yes, baby, eat it. Eat it deep!" Carrie was grinding her hips against 
those warm full sensual lips. Her eyes were half-closed and her head was 
tossed back and she was riding the man's face like it was a horse. 

"That's it, Carrie. Let him have a good face full of cunt." 

"I will." 

"Give it to him, honey. Make him eat you out real good!" 

"How'm I doing?" 

"Good, baby. Blow a load in his face. Make him lap it up." 

The man on his knees was now nude except for the garterbelt and the long 
black hose he had on when his drag had been in its original state. The sight 
of his strong muscular body with its profuse covering of curly hair and the 
ass with its red welts where the whip had caressed it, turned Carrie on. She 
could feel herself coming just by the sight. Looking at his ass made her 
wish she were a man, so that she could fuck it. 

"Oh, baby. If I were a man, I'd fuck that ass of yours. If I had a fucking 
cock that was the likes of yours, I'd jam it up your asshole till you cried 
for help and more at the same time." Carrie was wild with lust. 

"Don't you worry, honey, you're going to fuck that ass," Dora said. Her 
manner was as imperious as if she were a queen. "Just let him eat out that 
cunt of yours first." 

Dora went into the small room where Carrie had changed her clothes before. 
She rummaged around for a minute or two and returned with something in her 
hand, something that Carrie couldn't quite make out as she caught a glimpse 
of it from the corner of her eyes. 

At that point she really didn't care either, since the man was now beginning 
to get into sucking her cunt. He was gobbling like a hungry pig at her 
pussy, slurping and slopping with the noise of a pig pen. 

"U-mm-mm-m," came the noises from deep in the man's throat. 

He now had his hands around her and was kneading her ass and shoving his 
face into her as hard as she had been pulling him. His tongue flicked back 
and forth and it just began to jam itself in and out as fast and deep as it 
could. The rapidity of his parry and riposte increased till Carrie's 
clitoris stuck out harder than the knob on a dresser. 

"Eat it! Eat it you cuntlapper!" She was screaming at the top of her voice. 

His lips grabbed hold of her clitoris and began to suck the button 
furiously, sending earth-shaking waves of sexual pleasures through the young 
girl's body till her knees were bent almost halfway to the floor and she was 
quivering like a leaf in a high wind. Ramming her cunt with jet-propelled 
action into the face that was so happily engaged in tongue-fucking and 
mouth-sucking her hot young cunt, she completely forgot where she was, who 
she was or when it was. The only thing in her conscious mind was the 
pounding surf at her cunt and the rising tide of passion and pleasure that 
was raging through her body. 

"O-h-h-h-h," she moaned, "just keep your tongue sliding deep into my cunt 
slit. That's it! Draw out everything I give you!" 

Tom increased his efforts, which even then seemed at their limit. He licked 
and tongued and searched even faster, even more frantically. 

"M-mm-mm," he intoned. 

"Oh! Oh! That feels so good. Suck it! Eat out my cunt! Lick the hot cunt 
juices!" 

She started to scream wildly. She was poised, ready for the first wave of 
come as she was ready to snap that delicate trigger, which releases the 
stored juices of her cunt. 

"She's going to come," Dora said. 

Then it happened. 

"Oh, it's here." She let out a scream of pure joy. "I'm coming! I'm coming! 
Take it! Take it, you damned beautiful cunt-eater! Take it! O-h-h-h-h!" 

Her body quivered, humped and rammed itself into the most amazing 
contortions of sexual joy as she epitomized the height of the perfect 
orgasm. Her cunt shot its juices, gush after searing gush shot into the 
man's face and mouth. Finally she began to relax. The eating and lapping was 
too much for her already over-worked pussy. But she was not finished, at 
least as far as Dora was concerned. 

"Here, Carrie," she ordered. "Strap this on." She said this as she handed 
her a double dildo. 

It had a cockhead, swollen and thick, captured in a beautiful life-like 
reality in a wonderful natural looking rubber compound. One cock was to be 
slipped into the cunt of the fucker, and the other was designed to be rammed 
into the cunt or ass of the fucked. 

"Oh. I can't just now. My pussy is hot and sensitive," Carrie protested. 

"I said put it on," and with that Dora snapped the whip in the air over her 
head, just missing Carrie's face. 

Without further discussion, the young girl slipped the strap side of the 
dildo into her still-throbbing cunt. 

"O-h-h-h-h," she moaned. Dora fixed the buckle in the back and adjusted the 
between-the-legs strap so that the fat cock stood up like the real thing in 
front of the curly-haired girl. 

"Now you," Dora growled at the groveling male figure on the floor, "get up 
on your hands and knees, like the dog you are, and tip your pretty round ass 
in the air." 

"No, Dora, please not that," Tom begged. "You know I've never been fucked 
and that thing will split me clean up the middle." 

His face showed genuine fright mixed with his excitement. 

"Now!" Dora yelled, her face contorted into a mask of vicious hate. 

Slowly the homely man rolled over on his hands and knees and positioned his 
ass in the air. 

"O-h-h-h-h," he moaned in passion. 

"Spread your legs, you fucking cunt," Dora growled as she gave his round ass 
a vicious kick with the very pointed toe of her spike heels. 

"Oh-h-h-h-h!" he yelled in the pain and suddenness of the attack. He moved 
his knees farther apart till his hole showed quite clearly through all the 
matted bale of black hair that covered his entire ass. 

"That's better." Dora made this a flat statement, without any emotion. She 
saved that for her next command, which she leveled at Carrie. "Now you," she 
said, pointing the weighted handle of the whip at the girl, "get down there 
and eat out the pretty asshole." 

Carrie just looked at her in disbelief. 

"What?" She looked incredulous. 

"I said, get your pretty mouth down there and eat out that asshole. Get to 
it fast, and make it good and wet." Dora was not to be tampered with right 
at that moment. She damn well meant business. 

"Do a good job. Eat him out just as good as he ate you. Tongue inside the 
hole real good. I want to see that dildo slip up that asshole. You 
understand me?" 

Carrie just nodded and hesitantly got down and behind the man's hairy ass. 
She made her approach to the first ass she had ever eaten. She was not ready 
for the musky odor that came from the warm sweaty recesses of his ass crack. 
It repelled her and she started to move away from the hairy aperture. Before 
she could get too far away a powerful hand grabbed her by the back of the 
neck and shoved her face full into the sweaty splice between the beautifully 
rounded buns. 

"A-r-g-h-h-h-h-h-hhhhhh!" came the muffled sound of her voice as she tried 
to rebel both from the force with which she was being pushed downward and 
the objectionable place into which her noise had been shoved. It had landed 
directly on the man's puckered-up asshole. 

Suddenly, Carrie felt the hand release its pressure, and almost in the same 
instant there came a slamming blow across the back of her head as Dora 
struck her a blow with the open palm of her hand. 

"Now eat that sweet asshole, just as I told you to, you damned uppity cunt!" 
Dora commanded. Her voice was filled with venom. 

Carrie knew better than to refuse a request from Dora, when she was in this 
kind of mood. 

"Eat it!" Dora commanded evilly. "Eat that asshole. Eat the shit out of that 
hairy old asshole." 

The tone of voice was now familiar to the girl. She knew when she'd heard 
that tone before. It had been in the old barn, that day the woman freaked 
out. To the old broad, this must have been the sweet justice she had waited 
to inflict on the smart-ass cunt who had fucked her husband that day. 

"Now you move, and the next slam in the head will be with the butt end of 
this whip," Dora said. "You understand me, shithead?" 

Carrie knew better than to move her face from the rank hole, but it still 
did not make her like the job any better. 

"Lick it!" the woman commanded. 

Carrie began the labor of licking. She knew that she might just as well 
completely subject herself to the task. With that decision having been made, 
she attacked the man's ass with a vengeance of lusty, lush tongue-fucking 
and asshole lapping, the likes of which Dora began to marvel at. 

"A-h-h-h!" came the long low moan of sensual pleasure from the man as his 
ass began to thrust itself upward, getting into a position for better 
penetration. "Oh, yes. Eat my pussy." His sighs and mumbled demands were 
only a spur to Carrie to attack the flanks of his ass. She wondered why he 
called his asshole a pussy. 

With this fresh attack he let out a long drawn-out scream of passion, that 
filled the room with its thickly laden sexuality. 

"Eat! Fuck! Eat! Do it! Do it all! Oh! Do it all to me!" And with that his 
ass shot up into the air as he sank onto his elbows and pushed himself back 
and up just like a bitch in heat, being eaten out by a big stud dog, a dog 
that was lapping the heated juices out of a bitch so hot all she could do 
was lie there and hump up her ass in stunned anticipation. 

Intuitively, Carrie stopped her oral attack and plunged her index finger 
with one well-aimed lunge into the pulsing asshole as it rolled out in 
ecstasy. 

"O-h-h-h-h!" he yowled, instinctively snapping his ass away from the 
manicured intrusion. 

However, Carrie had a good crook on his asshole, and the inner flesh so that 
he was unable to unimpale himself from the intrusion. 

"Oh, my! You're digging the hell out of me with your nail," he wailed. 

"Shut up, you fucking, cocksucking, pussy-lapping asshole or I'll dig the 
very guts out of you." Carrie didn't even recognize her own voice. It was so 
deeply edged with wanton lust and thick with passion, the passion of fucking 
this wonderful ass. But she did relax the nailed finger so that it released 
the tender folds of inner bowel flesh. 

"Here, use this!" Dora said, handing her a jar of cold cream. It was the 
nice-scented kind that came from the drug store, not the dime store variety. 

Carrie reached into its yucky depths with her free hand and swabbed it onto 
the asshole around her penetrating finger and began to piston that jointed 
member in and out of the wanting hole till she had literally beaten the 
cream into a foam. She wiped the remainder of it around and over the shaft 
and head of the rubber prick that stood erect in front of her groin. Then 
she positioned herself so that the rubber shaft was aimed directly at the 
now wide open asshole. 

Quickly she grabbed the man around the waist and drove the ten inches of 
synthetic cock deep into his bowels. 

He screamed and valiantly tried to throw her off, when the snap of the whip 
quelled his movements and he dropped back to the floor, whipped into 
complete, debased submission. 

For one long moment there was no movement from either participant, then she 
could feel a slightly perceptible backward movement from the man beneath 
her. She didn't even have to shove foreward, from that point on. The man was 
actually pushing his ass right back and on the dildo, pushing it deeper and 
deeper up into his backside. 

She could feel the movement of the other half of the dildo, deep in her cunt 
and she knew that this was going to be the greatest orgasm of her life, 
without a doubt. As for Tom, he couldn't wait till the big dildo really 
began to plow in and out of his tight juiced-up and now more than willing 
bumhole. The time, Carrie knew, was now. They were both as hot as hell. 

It was not long before Carrie had shoved the bull-like rubber love-pole all 
the way up into the farmer's asshole. He in turn couldn't believe how huge 
the monstrous weapon felt. It seemed to fill up his very gut cavity as it 
sank deeper and deeper into his backside. The initial pain was over with 
now, and had been replaced with nothing but pure uninhibited pleasure and 
sexual satisfaction and gratification. 

He shoved his ass higher and higher, till the bull-sized rubber balls 
slammed up against his bared and whipped bottom. He must have felt like he 
had a fist and arm shoved up inside of himself instead of just the big 
dildo. 

Carrie fell over on top of him now, and the farmer just relaxed and fell 
completely prone to the floor, his ass sticking up in the air as far as he 
could shove it. 

She could feel the tight wet grip of his ass as it caused vibrations along 
the entire shaft of the huge double dildo. It was so intense that she could 
feel it all the way to the top of the end of the rubber shaft that was 
lodged so deeply in her cunt. 

She could hear the panting of the man beneath her and she knew that she was 
going to have to take it easy at first, or he would surely shoot his load 
before she was ready to shoot her own pussy juices. He was hot to come all 
right, but he was not in any great hurry now either. The enjoyment of the 
torturing shaft buried so deeply in him must have been something he wanted 
to savor like a fine old brandy. 

"Oh, fuck me a long time. But fuck, fuck, fuck!" he pleaded. 

Carrie wanted to enjoy every second of it to the fullest. She wanted to 
enjoy every exciting and sexually explicit stroke of the huge dildo as she 
slid it up the tight male asshole, spreading those beautiful ass cheeks of 
this man's further and further apart. 

He was, she knew, hot as hell underneath her. She could feel his heart 
beating, as she slipped her arm underneath his chest, and grabbed a firm 
hold of his marvelously developed pectorals, squeezing them gently, playing 
with the nipples and preparing him for the real pummeling of his asshole to 
begin. 

Slowly, carefully, so as to not get the farmer too excited too quickly, 
Carrie began to withdraw the entire rubber cock, except for the last inch or 
so and sort of started a back and forth rocking motion, playing with his 
puckered sensitive asshole till he was crazy with desire. 

She felt his tight juicy hole squeeze the sides of the huge rubber member as 
she played rocking horse with his gripping, demanding sphincter muscle 
inside the entrance to his body. His moans became louder and more 
persistent, and she knew that there was no doubt about it pleasing him. 

He was not only allowing her to ram her rubber cock up his backside hole, 
but he was digging the living shit out of it, and actually was begging for 
more and more by his body language. He certainly did want it all right, and 
she was just the right bitch to give it to him, and damned good too. 

She pulled the dildo almost all the way out of him and then slowly, 
carefully and sensuously she let it slide all the way back down into him, so 
that she could once again feel the strong muscles of his back quiver as she 
penetrated him to his depths. 

She was ready to shoot her own load, as she began to ass-fuck him faster and 
faster, harder and harder. In and out of his rectum she shoved the dildo, 
getting hotter and hotter at her own end. 

"O-h-h-h-h," she moaned, "I'm going to come." 

"A-h-h-h-h-h," the farmer man groaned. "I'm going to go off myself. 
O-h-h-h-h-h-h!" 

The fucked and bumped and humped away, till suddenly they were both getting 
off. 

"O-h-h-h-h-h," she cried out. "I'm coming. I'm coming. I'm coming. I'm 
c-o-oo-o-o-ming!" 

Just as she was getting off, the man started creaming like crazy, and they 
humped madly till both of them were completely fucked out. Then they 
collapsed into a heap on the floor. 

For a long time the girl couldn't think, but when she was finally able to, 
all she could think about was how lucky she was to have found this lovely 
home. She swore for all that she was worth that she'd never leave. Never! 
Things were just too great at the old Lane farm! 


THE END
