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Chapter 1
Blackjack clung like a beachside fishing village to the ash gray desert
that sprawled as far as the eye could see toward the craggy-hewn peaks
of the Kingston Range, a motley collection of sun-parched ridges in the
southern end of the California Sierras. To the north lay the natural
furnace of Death Valley; less than a hundred miles beyond the
mountains, Las Vegas nestled like a multicolored jewel in the parched
wilderness of the Mojave. It was almost mid-day, and today, like every
other day of the year, most activity had ground tediously to a
standstill so that men and machines could be replenished. A dozen or so
of the men huddled under the tin roof of the open-ended maintenance
shed, talking quietly so as not to exert themselves in the scorching
heat, waiting for the signal to shuffle back over the powdery wastes
and return to their jobs on the oil derricks. Blackjack had a long, if
not glorious, history as a mining town. First as a base camp for
fruitless gold hunts in the killer mountains, later as a home for borax
miners, and now, though mostly in ruin except for a few unpainted
cabins that were still inhabitable, as the temporary hometown for
nearly twenty "roughnecks" and whatever families they possessed.
Blackjack had been invaded seven months ago by Benny Terrell and his
ragged crew of fortune hunters, in search of an elusive reservoir of
crude oil that might or might not exist, in hopes of a fortune that
might or might not fall into their hands. And all of them, including
Jamie Olsen, working for wages that seemed as elusive as this tricky
oil field they were searching for.
Sarah Olsen, Jamie's twenty year old wife of three months, sat alone
and sullen on the shaky front porch of their tiny two room shack, her
rocking chair carefully positioned so that the runners did not cause
any weight to be placed upon the dozen or so completely rotted planks
in the porch's unpainted floor. She rocked slowly and gently in the
midday heat so as not to use up too much precious strength--there was
still dinner to cook, if you could call boiled potatoes and pork belly
a dinner, and dishes to wash ... and Jamie's one decent work-shirt to
be hand scrubbed and hung on the line stretched across the porch to dry
in less than a half hour in the desert's hot waterless breeze.
Sometimes she felt that the desert's furnace-hot wind was drying her
out much the same way, draining her whole young body of its very
youthfulness just as it sucked the moisture from a dripping-wet shirt
in twenty minutes or so.
Scanning the black on white type of the newspaper old Mr. Parker
brought her from his supply run into the city, Sarah brushed her blonde
hair from her eyes and wiped her forehead instinctively.
"Instinctively" because out here in the desert there was really no need
for that; perspiration evaporated as fast as it beaded up on your skin
in this zero humidity heat. All morning long she had carefully gone
down the long, finely-printed columns, x-ing them off one by one,
narrowing her hopes for any escape from this perpetual furnace she was
trapped in as surely as a sinner is trapped in purgatory. One by one,
each tiny inked-in "X" snuffing a little more of the flicker of hope
that ached in her breast, Sarah Marie Olsen had eliminated her methods
of escape and her chances for another life outside this hell hole that
only a money-maddened wildcatter with a cooked brain could call a town.
And now there was just one chance left. There could be no turning back
if she managed to make it this once, Jamie was no man to be trifled
with! She knew only too well that he would beat her until she wouldn't
be able to run away again if he caught her or if she had to turn back.
Mr. Parker was taking his life in his hands in agreeing to drive her
into town, but maybe he figured at his age there wasn't really much to
live for anyway. Sarah looked, eyes squinting in the blazing California
desert sun, to see if the office shack was empty. It was! In that
little clapboard hut was the camp's only telephone, her one link with
the outside world ... that magic place with flowers and cool showers
and running water and people who could laugh and not talk only of
elusive oil strikes that would never come and towns and cars and sounds
and smells. Out there was everything that she had left behind when she
somehow fell in love with Jamie Olsen, everything she had thrown away
when she stupidly agreed to come with him on this fool's mission on the
backside of nowhere.
She glanced down the rutted dirt street that connected all the
crumbling shacks, the ones in use and the ones too far gone for even
the likes of these people to live in. The men had piled onto the
flatbed and gone back to the drilling site; and the women, the few that
were still here, were all resting or napping inside out of the mind-
numbing heat. This was it, now or never! Sarah got up and moved slowly
toward the open door of the office shack, angling toward the tin-roofed
food storage building first in case someone spotted her.
She rechecked the number she had scribbled on the inside of an empty
cigarette package and waited for the operator to answer somewhere south
toward the highway and the cities of the real world. This was the
moment she had dreamed of, walked the floor over, for weeks on end. If
the voice on the end of that line held out the slightest hope for her,
she would be out of this hell on earth within twenty four hours ... and
she would never look back!
Chapter 2
It wasn't so long ago really, but all that seemed to have been in
another world to Sarah now, another life somewhere that she had lived
through and was now ended, no more a part of her life now than night
was a part of day, or one day a part of the one before. That was over,
gone, past, and nothing counted any longer save the present. And each
day that she lived now was one more to make up for the miserable ones
that came before.
Sarah was truly happy now, she was finally doing something wild and
exciting, just like all her girlish daydreams when she was in high
school back in Utah, dreaming of a life somewhere filled with reckless
deeds and adventure, instead of endless piles of dirty dishes and a
smelly man's socks draped over the shower curtain. Ever since her first
trip to the zoo as a kid, she had always had a special spot in her
heart for animals, all kinds of animals, so when she spotted that ad in
the classified section that blistering hot afternoon a month ago, it
was only natural that she give it a try at least. Mr. Hawkins her boss
now, said that it was her girlish enthusiasm and sincerity that landed
it for her, but whatever it was, she was grateful. It had called for,
simply, an "attractive young girl who loves animals for assistant's job
with traveling zoo and animal show. See the American and Canadian west
and get paid for it!" And now the job was hers, special assistant to
Mr. Henry Hawkins at a hundred and fifty a week, all expenses paid. It
was like a dream come true; Sarah was fearful of waking up and finding
herself back in Blackjack with all those coarse, uninteresting people,
listening to them talk of bits and derricks and barrels of oil until
she died of old age, penniless and still stuck in that God-forsaken
hole in the Mojave Desert.
But it was indeed all real, not something she had fantasized out of
sheer desperation. She had gone to see Mr. Hawkins, riding into town
with Mr. Parker when he went to get the mail and supplies, and she
never went back, not even to get her clothes. Mr. Hawkins hired her on
the spot, and she swore old Mr. Parker to secrecy, as no one had seen
them leave together. Her new boss seemed quite concerned about her
marriage difficulties, and he even offered her an advance on her first
week's salary so that she could buy a few new clothes and not have to
spend another second with that coarse slug of a husband back in
Blackjack.
She did take the time to write her husband a letter, though, which was
probably more than he deserved. Mr. Hawkins mailed it for her in Las
Vegas when he had to drive up there on business. She could just imagine
Jamie, red-faced and blustering, clad most likely in work jeans and
steel-toed boots, storming into Las Vegas and demanding of someone,
probably the first policeman he spotted, that they return his wife
before he got really mad and wrecked the whole place. Jamie was like
that, though he certainly had contained it well enough when he was
courting her; he thought a wife was just another piece of property,
like a monkey-wrench or an old comfortable pair of shoes, so he treated
her accordingly. As near as he could figure it, being the wife of Jamie
Olsen was a distinct privilege, something to be thankful for, and that
should be enough to satisfy any woman. Nice clothes? Tenderness? A good
life? Hell, that was for dudes and rich folks, not for Jamie. Hard
dirty work and chasing the rainbow was all he knew, all his father and
his father before him ever knew ... and Sarah hoped he would be happy
with it now that he had it all to himself.
* * *
They were on the road now, somewhere north of the Canadian-U.S. border
and rolling further toward the oil field and construction camps of the
Northwest Territories. It was ironic, in a way, that Sarah had escaped
from one oilworkers' town and was heading for another, but it wasn't
the same this time. She was on the move; the show's schedule called for
not more than two days in any location, so she would see lots and lots
of scenery between stops. And besides, there would be dozens of
interesting people to meet along their full season's schedule that
brought them back, by the coming on of winter, to California, not just
the few boring souls back in Blackjack who were always the same--dull
and uninteresting--day in and day out.
Sarah rode in the pickup with Mr. Hawkins and one of the animal
trainers, a young kid named Sammy who was working his first season also
with the show. There was a large camper body attached to the truck,
with a tiny crawlway between the cab and the camper, so she could
squirm through and get cokes or beer for them whenever the guys asked
for it or sneak a few winks on the double bed that stretched over the
roof of the pickup cab and gave her a panoramic view of the majestic
Canadian Rockies as they passed on her right. Behind them, but not
traveling in convoy because it was too dangerous in the event of an
accident, were two other employees, Hawkins' right hand man, Al Badger,
and the other woman who worked with the show, someone Sarah knew only
as Gloria. They rode in an old station wagon that towed the trailer
they seemed to share.
And behind them, further still scattered back along their route, were
the trucks, three of them, that carried the animals from the show. They
had left the wintering site pretty soon after Sarah took the job, so
she really hadn't spent much time with any of them, but they all
appeared to be quite healthy and well-cared for and she was glad of
that. She had had it in the back of her mind that some of these
traveling menagerie shows did not take care of their caged animals, and
Sarah wanted no part of any kind of abuse like that. She could not bear
the thought of anyone mistreating a captive animal, or a wild one, for
that matter. To her, that was as alien as beating an infant or whipping
a child with a heavy leather belt. Maybe it was because of the way she
had been so badly treated by her mother's second husband before she
finally ran away and got married to the first jerk who offered a time-
payment ring and had enough for the marriage license. Of course, she
had not seen it in quite that light then, but it was becoming clearer
now all the time as she sat quietly while Sammy and Mr. Hawkins took
turns with the pickup, coming into focus like a television tube warming
up. And it wasn't a picture she liked ... nor one she ever wanted to
relive. This was all so exciting, a whole new world out there, and
Sarah planned to see every inch of it.
Chapter 3
Hawkins had made arrangements ahead to have space available at a
privately-owned campground outside Soda Creek, British Columbia for the
show's vehicles, as the drive necessitated a stop halfway from the
Canadian border to the first show stop across the territorial line into
the Yukon. This would be their only overnight rest before the show
arrived, as from here on, they would simply stop individually to change
drivers, sleeping in their vehicles until they reached Line Creek,
where they would set up for the resident families and transient workers
engaged there in building a highway through to the coast.
Hawkins was driving when they arrived, and after stopping for a back-
slapping welcome from the campground's manager, a one-legged retired
lumberjack named "Stump" Moran, he personally guided the vehicles into
place for the night as they arrived. Sleeping arrangements were
something her new employer had failed to really explain to Sarah, but
she wasn't actually concerned, for Mr. Hawkins was obviously a harmless
enough old eccentric, all wound up in his animals, busying himself like
a leathery white-haired elf as he scurried from trailer to trailer and
bedded everyone down for the night. Sarah offered her help, but Hawkins
insisted that she remain in the camper. "Plenty of weak minds and
strong backs for this kind of work," he had explained. When she
suggested mat this might indeed be a perfect time for getting to know
some of the others, Gloria particularly, as she was the only other
woman along, Hawkins rebuffed her icily. It was strangely out of
character for him, and Sarah was somewhat hurt when he "suggested"
quite firmly that she find something to keep her occupied inside the
trailer.
Sarah was surprised at this sudden chill, but she took it calmly
enough; after all, this had been a long tiring day and anyone, even
nice old Henry Hawkins, was entitled to be a bit frayed around the
edges. She was there in the pickup camper alone when he returned over
an hour later. Only by finding a distant American radio station on the
camper's receiver had she managed to stave off the worrying
restlessness of boredom, but she was quite relaxed and contented now
when he came back, and the warm smile on the middle-aged man's face put
her even more at ease.
"Sorry to have to leave you so long like this, Miss Olsen ... oh,
excuse me, Mrs. Olsen, I forget you're still really married,"
apologized the middle-aged graying man quite sheepishly. Sarah found
herself embarrassed by his shyness, his self-effacing manner.
"Oh, don't give it another thought. I was quite happy, really. It's
nice to be able to relax and enjoy the quiet of this beautiful
countryside. And you ought to call me Sarah, then there wouldn't be any
problem remembering that silly ol' Miss or Mrs.," said Sarah smiling in
relief at being back in his good graces again. Hawkins smiled at her
suggestion and nodded, then opened the camper's refrigerator and pulled
out a cold beer.
"Want one?" he asked. "Nothing better'n beer to cut the dirt from a
hard day's driving."
Sarah shook her head. "I know it sounds silly in this day and age, but
I don't drink. Guess it was 'cause my pappa ... stepfather, actually
... drank so much and I grew up seeing the ugly side of liquor. Never
really cared for it since I can remember."
The wrinkle-faced, sun-toughened old man grinned. "Yep, you're probably
wise. Liquor never did anybody any real good, even the weak stuff like
beer and wine. Still though, I guess I'm too old to change my evil ways
now." Sarah's lips eased into a smile at the thought of nice ol' Mr.
Hawkins being evil. Christ, after some of the people she had known--or
the one she'd married--he was like a man of the cloth. "You don't mind
if I have this beer, do ya'?" he asked.
"Of course not! I didn't mean for you to think I was some kind of do-
gooder or something," she explained hurriedly, not wanting to risk
offending her new boss. "I haven't got anything against drinking. I
just don't like it for myself, that's all. Don't go getting any notions
that I'm that kind of person!"
Hawkins slowly turned his head from side to side, his eyes never
leaving her for a second. "That's good, Sarah. 'Cause life gets a
little bit tarnished sometimes traveling around the country like this.
You don't have to become hardened to it, though, just be able to bend
enough when the times comes, and you'll do nicely ... really nicely."
Sarah felt an unexpected chill run through her veins ... that
quickening that tells you something isn't quite the way it should be.
But that was outrageous, everything was better than it had been for her
in years! She quickly shrugged it off and made herself another cup of
coffee and sat down opposite Hawkins at the fold-down dining table
opposite the galley-style kitchen. He reached up and turned on the gas
mantle of the built-in lamp that hung on the wall beside them and held
a paper match to the mantle until it burst into flame and settled into
a white-hot glow that illuminated the cabin like an electric light
bulb.
They sat there in silence for an uncomfortably long time, Sarah curious
and restless from the excitement of this new life unfolding for her so
quickly, Hawkins quiet and pensive, his mind somewhere else as he gazed
out the curtained window through the trees to the opposite clearing
where his crew was busily making preparations for settling down for the
night. There were voices carrying through the fifty yards or so that
separated them from the others, mixed with the muffled sounds of
stirring animals caged in their trailers as the trainer and Sammy moved
from cage to cage, dispensing the night's ration of food and water,
plus an occasional dose of vitamins or veterinary prescription to one
or the other mildly ailing beasts.
"Uh, I guess you're sort of used to all this traveling by now ... I
mean, you've been to all these places before so many times probably,"
she said, feebly making some kind of conversation.
Hawkins looked as if he had been very far away. "What? Oh, yes, you're
absolutely right. But I never get tired of it all. This is the kind of
life I was born for, and I don't ever aim to change. I guess I'll die
one day up here on the road somewhere. Won't be nobody around to mourn
over me 'cept Lobo."
"Lobo? That means wolf, doesn't it?"
"Not only means it, he is a wolf."
"You've got a wolf? I didn't see him with the other animals." Hawkins
shook his head. "No, I don't keep him down in California. He stays up
here with "Stump" during the winter, and I just take him with me when I
come through. He's out by those trees there. Take a look, I think you
can probably still see him."
Sarah peered out the fogged-over window, first wiping a spot clear with
her fist. "Oh, you weren't teasing! There he is ... and he's not tied
or anything!"
"Tied! Lobo? He wouldn't stand for it. 'Sides I've raised him ever
since he was a pup. One of our trucks accidentally killed his mother
and I took him in. Had to feed him just like a natural baby for months.
He and I are pretty good pals now, like I was his real pappa or
something."
Sarah started to giggle at the thought of Mr. Hawkins fathering a
timber wolf, but the look of misty-eyed seriousness on the old man's
face cut her short. By God, he was serious, all right! That mean-
looking animal out there running around loose was like a son to him!
Well, anybody his age was due a few eccentricities, she supposed. If
that was all she had to contend with, it wouldn't be hard at all. "When
do I start work, Mr. Hawkins? I mean, when do I really start to do
something? It's nice and all just sitting around, but I get sort of
bored. You know what I mean?" she asked, her soft blue eyes twinkling.
A slowly spreading grin worked its way through the sun-parched wrinkles
around Hawkins' face. "Don't worry, honey. We'll have plenty for you to
do soon enough. Hey, you sure you don't want a drink? I know one
special I bet you'd like."
"Well, maybe just one. But I can't drink anything real strong. You'll
have to make it kinda' weak for me or I'll get sick."
Henry Hawkins guffawed, reminding Sarah of some grizzled miner she'd
once seen in an old Bogart movie, but she couldn't remember the name.
"You break me up, girl! You're kinda' refreshing, like a breath of
spring air around this bunch of drunks and dee-gen-erates. Don't worry,
I'll fix you a special ..."
Chapter 4
Sarah knew even before that first mouthful had started a gentle glow in
her belly that taking a drink at all was a terrible mistake. Jamie had
told her once when they were going to a party that she should be doubly
careful since she wasn't used to drinking and, unlike the more
experienced, could not tell when she had had enough until it was too
late.
This stuff tasted good enough--a "Cuba Libre" he called it, whatever
that meant--in fact, it was hard to taste anything other than the coke
he made it with. She didn't know what else was in it, except for the
slice of lemon she could see floating on top, because he had gone over
to Gloria's trailer. "Don't have the mixin's here," he had explained.
"Well, how do you like it?" he asked, her, his head cocked sort of
apprehensively.
"Okay ... it's sort of like a Coca-Cola with something warm in it, but
the Coke's all I can really taste."
"Well, just take your time with it. You'll get used to it soon enough.
Not that I'm trying to turn you into some sort of lush or something,
mind you. But you'll probably need a drink once in a while when we
really get rolling. It's pretty hectic around this show sometimes."
Sarah nodded. She wanted to ask him once again just exactly what her
duties would be, but she thought better of it. He did not seem to be
disposed to tell her very much right now, and Sarah figured it best to
just let things ride as they were. After all, she was getting paid good
money for doing nothing, so far, so who was she to complain?
They talked for a while longer, Sarah mindful of the fact that her
words were beginning to slur a bit around the edges and that some of
her thoughts seemed to ramble a bit more than usual. But she wasn't
drunk, she was certain of that. Maybe she was no experienced drinker,
but she surely knew enough to know when to stop. Hawkins fixed her
another and she reluctantly accepted it, and she thought for a moment
it was a bit strange that he seemed to have everything he needed right
here in the camper this time. But why worry? The night was cool and
quiet, save for an occasional growl from one of the big cats or a roar
from the show's big star, Jomo, the African gorilla, safely locked
behind the double steel bars of his cage where she'd seen him--just
once--before they left California.
Hawkins rambled on a bit, relating how he had picked up the traveling
show for a song from a Mexican couple who needed the money. He
conveniently left out the rest of the story--how they were desperate
for money for their son's much-needed operation and he loaned it to
them, taking the show as collateral. Hawkins was in the used furniture
business then, as he called it, though his real trade was in taking
over delinquent furniture store accounts and foreclosing for the goods
and reselling it to Chicanos in Los Angeles. It had been a quite
lucrative business, sometimes bringing the same goods back two or three
times before he mistakenly sold them to someone who could actually hope
to make the payments.
That was a part of his life he didn't talk much about, particularly
with new employees. People sometimes got the wrong idea. Just like when
they called him heartless for taking the old couple's livelihood just
because their only son died on the operating table, and they lacked the
money to make their note payment on time. Hell, business is business,
he always said, and if you can't take it, you shouldn't be in it. At
least that was the way Henry Hawkins saw things--he never believed in
giving any quarter, just as he expected none if the chips happened to
be on the opposite side.
But it wasn't good to dwell too much on thoughts like that now ...
there was something much more important at hand. Yes, this cute little
thing was in for a real surprise. Just about another hour oughta' do
it, he though. He nearly chuckled out loud as he thought of the look on
Gloria's face as he dumped the powdery Spanish Fly into Sarah's syrupy
rum and coke. There was always plenty of it in the veterinary cupboard
for when they breeded the animals ... and for other little surprises
like this one. Gloria had been the first, and she was getting close to
the end of her prime now, though God knows she certainly didn't need
any drugs to help her out now. Christ, she could fuck the balls off a
dozen men before she got her second wind. But this one ... this one was
sweet and still innocent. Marriage may have cost her her cherry, but
she was just as pure as the day she turned sixteen, and that was just
what the show needed. Oh yeah, little lady, you're in for a big
surprise ... you'll probably wet those sweet white panties when you
find out what's really in store for you, but you'll come around, they
all do. And I'm gonna' have some real fun with you while you're making
up your mind. Yes sir, some real fun!
Chapter 5
Gloria was waiting impatiently at the door of her silver-colored
trailer when Hawkins returned from his camper. She was wearing a man's
shirt tied to make a kind of halter and a pair of ragged jeans and
boots, her usual around-camp wear. "Well, how'd it go, Henry? Hurry up,
tell me!" she urged eagerly. Nearly an hour had passed since he came
over here through the wooded thicket to dump that powerful aphrodisiac
into the new blonde's drink, and she was beside herself with expectant
curiosity.
"She took it like mother's milk," he grinned in the macabre yellow
glare of the trailer's outside bulb. "Shouldn't be long now."
"Ooo, I can hardly wait," the mid-thirtyish woman squealed. "Al, hey
Al, Henry's back!" she yelled in that sort of hoarse whisper-shout of
someone wishing to yell without being heard too far away. A pot-bellied
slight balding man in his mid-forties shuffled groggily into view from
the battered trailer's tiny bedroom. He was holding an open half-quart
can of beer and an unlit cigarette was dangling from his lower lip. It
stayed there as he spoke, held in place by the wetness of the beer he'd
obviously just finished. "Went like clockwork, huh, Henry?" he
inquired, dropping the emptied beer can into a plastic trash can lined
with newspaper that was positioned by the bedroom door. "When you think
she'll be ready? I wouldn't mind a piece o' her ass myself. Did you see
those legs? And tits! Man, she's got a pair like one o' them fold-out
girlies."
Gloria glared at him half seriously. "You just shut your mouth, Al
Badger. You can't even satisfy the woman you've got, much less go
spreading it around."
Henry laughed out loud and his employee's face momentarily flushed.
"Shit, Gloria," said the heavier one with the tee-shirt that failed to
cover his protruding belly. "It'd take half the men in Canada to
satisfy you and you know it."
"Goddamn right, if they all had cocks like that scrawny one of yours!"
she taunted.
"Scrawny! You can go to hell, you ol' whore, I ain't never had any
complaints before!"
"Now, now, you two, save all that energy for later. And anyway, Gloria,
you're gonna' be gettin' all the cock you can handle when we give that
first show."
Gloria felt a shiver of anticipation run up her spine at just the
thought. She'd done some pretty far-out things since signing up with
Henry Hawkins, at least since he found out there wasn't any money in
menagerie shows for kiddies and bored grownups. That was when he
decided to add something new, something special just for the men-folks
and an occasional thrill-seeking woman or two. That was where she came
in--the special show, the one that cost five dollars a head and was
well worth it. She put one on, all right, left them with their tongues
hanging out when she'd polished off that wolf of Henry's ... and
sometimes a donkey if the crowd was right and she felt up to it. Not to
mention the one or two she always took out of the audience, just to
give the locals something to talk about after they'd pulled up and
left. But sometime on this tour, they would try something new and
different ... and even Gloria was nervous about how it would work out.
"Gimme' a beer, Al, and I'll go back and see how our new little girl is
doing with the something special I gave her. She oughta' be about to
come in her pants about right now."
"How about it, Henry? You gonna' share this one now, or have I got to
stand in line?"
"Oh no, not tonight, it's too soon for that. But I tell you what--you
two come on over in a little while and take a look-see through that
window over the sink. Maybe you'll get a little show, who knows!"
* * *
Sarah had already slipped out of her clothes and into a pale green
nightie before Henry Hawkins walked the distance over to Al and
Gloria's trailer. She was tired and sleepy and the couple of drinks her
new boss fixed her made it even worse, so all she wanted was to get
under those covers and close her eyes.
But then it happened ... not all at once, but in little short spurts,
brief quivering spasms of intense feeling and stimulation that coursed
through her scantily-clad young body in surge after surge of
frightening strangeness. It didn't worry her much at first; after all,
it could have been anything--the onset of some virus from all the
travel and excitement, or maybe just her insides knotting up from the
newness of all this or ... but there was soon no way of kidding
herself. Something, indeed, had happened to her, just as surely as if a
hidden switch inside her brain had been triggered open. First the
feeling of blood rushing heatedly to her belly, then the tingling
spreading upward through her thighs, then to her lushly quivering
breasts where they reddened slightly and began to swell with an
excitement all their own. And then her tiny young nipples began to
throb as if in wicked perverse accompaniment to the unknown song of
quickening desire that was somehow welling inside her at this very
moment.
Her mind reeled for a moment and then her confused thoughts, blurred by
the effects of the unaccustomed liquor, began to come together in one
frightening melange of apprehension and suspicious fear. What is
happening to me? Something's wrong ... maybe I've been poisoned. Yes,
that's it, poisoned! No, that can't be right, who would poison me?
Maybe it's the liquor, maybe I'm allergic to something in those drinks.
"You sick or somethin', Sarah?" She jumped half a foot off the camper
floor at the sudden intrusion; turning, startled, she saw that Mr.
Hawkins had let himself in through the unlocked door and was standing
there in the doorway only a few feet away. Only she couldn't see him,
at least not clearly. He was more a smeared, shapeless mass to her
blurry eyes than the man she remembered from just a short while ago.
"You scared me. I didn't know you were coming back," she said slowly
and deliberately, wondering if the words sounded the same on the other
side of her lips as they did to her. She was shaking her head from side
to side, as if that might clear the murkiness from her mind and enable
her to think clearly once again ...
"Sorry, honey," he smiled. "I guess I should have knocked. Didn't know
you were getting ready for bed." He glanced down along the scarcely
concealed smooth curves of her voluptuous young body, her high jutting
breasts and long shapely legs clearly visible to his obviously
appraising stare. She crossed her arms over her firmly ripened breasts
and stirred uncomfortably, uneasy under the suddenly coldness of his
gaze.
"I ... I guess I must have a bit of an upset stomach. Maybe it's the
change in scenery. I've heard it can do that to you, huh?"
"That's right, Sarah, just a little virus or something," he said
warmly, and she quickly felt reassured, though no less uncomfortable
standing here like this. He might have been old enough to be her
father, but that was no fatherly look in his eyes when he first came
in. "Better let me take a look. I'm no doctor, but traveling around
like I do in the back country, I've had to pick up a bit of medicine
just to keep all my folk in one piece. Not to mention all the
vet'rinary learning I've managed to accumulate."
"Oh, I'm all right. It's n-nothing," she stammered nervously as he
stepped toward her. She was afraid of him--she didn't like this new
chilling hardness in his eyes. It was incredible--even when he talked
so sweetly, it was still there. It couldn't have been there before ...
or maybe she just didn't see it then. "P-please, really, it's just a
cold or something. I'll go on to bed and I'll be as fit as can be in
the morning, honest!"
A menacing, yellow-toothed grin opened his face like it had been hacked
with a cleaver. "Just the same, I better take a look. Can't be too
careful, you know."
The rough-skinned man stepped toward her, and the terrified young
blonde backed hastily toward the rear of the camper, as if some sort of
security were offered by the wall at her back, though there was no way
out except through the door behind Hawkins or through the tiny crawlway
into the truck cab which was out of the question. She stopped moving
backwards only when her back touched the back wall, her neck just below
the edge of the bed that was above the truck cab. There was nowhere
else to go. Suddenly, with no warning, he reached out to her and, with
a coarse sneering laugh, gripped the flimsy gauze-like sheerness of her
nightie in one calloused hand and, with a quick twist, yanked the thin
garment from her smooth shoulders, ripping it in half like it was a
strip of toweling. She stood all but naked before his eagerly probing
eyes, as much confused and astonished as frightened, only the soft
protruding mound of her drug-inflamed vagina still hidden from his cold
appraising stare by her thin panties.
"Please, please," she begged, and her melon-firm breasts heaved with
every agonizing plea. "You can't mean this, Mr. Hawkins! This isn't
right, you just can't! Please!" Tears streamed from the corner of her
eyes as she hoarsely begged for mercy, but there was not a hint of
hesitation in the older man's eyes ... he knew what he wanted, and he
would get it. It was just a matter of time.
"Why, Missy, I reckon' I just don't know what you're talking about," he
drawled, affecting his finest Georgia-cracker tone and looking not-at-
all dumb and innocent of any wrong-doing. He grinned wider as his hand
seemed to absent-mindedly roam along the inside of his pants leg.
Sarah's eyes widened in genuine fright when she spotted the rapidly-
swelling bulge that grew right before her eyes along the inside of his
thigh.
"You oughta' be gettin' about right," he leered. "Notice anything
different the last half-hour or so?"
Sarah's thoughts whirled dizzily ... I haven't been poisoned, I've been
drugged! That's why I feel so strange! I can see it now ... he put
something in my drink!
His open palm touched her nakedly quivering breast, his fingers
brushing lightly against her upturned, quivering nipple. A shiver of
terror and revulsion rippled through her chest and tied knots in her
trembling belly. Maybe if she had been less frightened, less caught-
unaware, she would have noticed better the still-growing, festering
something that had plagued her senses earlier. But Sarah could not
fully grasp it, could not begin to comprehend the depth of her
ensnarement now ... she was trapped, tied, and bound as surely as if by
a dozen fetters--and fast on her way to the deepest, vilest depths of
human depravity ... and there was no way on earth to stop it!
"No ... please, n-no, Mr. Hawkins," she trembled. "You've had too much
to drink or something. You-you're not yourself ... please, just leave
me alone and we'll forget this ever happened, please!"
Sarah knew her plight was not totally hopeless; there was still a hope
left for her. Maybe he would leave her alone after all. Maybe if she
could just grit her teeth and let him touch her, just hold back the
nausea and revulsion long enough to let his dirty fingers course over
her warm, naked flesh, maybe that would satisfy him and the nice Mr.
Hawkins she knew before would take his rightful place again. She knew
even to think such things was wrong, but what choice was there? She
could scream for help ... but everyone within earshot was an employee
of this man, dependent on him for bread and their very survival. How
could they be expected to aid her, a total stranger, at the expense of
their own livelihoods? Of course, maybe he would leave her alone and
just go away if she screamed, but that would be the end of her job.
That would mean being dumped up here, penniless, in the wilds of
northern Canada or worse still, having to go back to Jamie in
Blackjack, head-hung, and begging for forgiveness. No, I won't go back
there, no matter what, I can't go back to Jamie. That's over and done,
and I've got to make this new life work or there's nowhere left for me
to go. I've got to ... got to!
Perhaps a more experienced woman, craftier in the ways of the world and
of desiring men, would have seen the futility in those thoughts, seen
the hopelessness of such a choice and have taken off on a new tack,
leaving all this and her past, too, behind. Maybe even Sarah Olsen
herself could have made a clearer-headed decision that night if she
hadn't been doped on enough Spanish Fly to drive a dozen women insane
with animal lust ... but the decision was made, the die was cast, and
Sarah Olsen took the one last step that catapulted her into a shadowy
world she didn't know existed, one that might be the only one she would
ever know.
Chapter 6
Henry Hawkins was out of his pants and undershorts before Sarah
realized what was happening. It was all like some kind of scene from a
bad movie, all a quick dizzying blur as she watched the man disrobe
through eyes glazed and heavy with the drug and with the strong liquor.
He was naked now from the waist to his ankles, still wearing his black
socks that fell down around the tops of his shoes in a tired heap. He
made a truly ludicrous spectacle standing there, looking for all the
world like a character in an ancient stag movie, only minus the mask
and hair-line mustache. But Sarah was in no position to laugh ... she
was trapped through her own carelessness and stupidity and, short of
running home like a scared little girl to Jamie, there was nothing to
do but face up to him, do as he asked and hope that she could live with
herself when it was over.
The whole front of his lower body looked to be covered with hair, a
thick woolly fur that thickened and curled around his thighs and loins.
His hand fondly rubbed his long dangling penis hanging from the coarse
thicket and, as if he had given some secret inner command, it really
began to swell and grow, leaping in spasmodic jerks into full,
threatening rigidity. That same evil grin, only now more of a growingly
triumphant sneer, spread lewdly across his face as his lust-hardened
shaft grew even larger and thicker. "Not bad for an old man, huh,
miss?" he chuckled. "Bet that ol' man you left behind in California
couldn't match it inch for inch in a million years, right?" There was
no reply from the frightened blonde. "Answer me, bitch! It's quite a
cock, huh?"
Sarah gulped down her fear and nodded. "Y-Yes, yes, it is," she
murmured hoarsely.
"Come on over here and feel it, baby. You needn't be afraid."
Almost as if she didn't have a mind of her own Sarah obediently moved
closer, reluctantly, both hands over her breasts still, as they rose
and fell anxiously in her fright and apprehension.
"Go on, touch it!" He grabbed one of her arms and pulled it down close
to his massively throbbing cock, and she opened her fingers just as his
own tightened painfully around her delicate wrist. Her fingertips
brushed along its hot, awesome length and the menacing monster seemed
to grow even thicker, though that would have seemed impossible.
Sarah felt the proper revulsion, as she knew she ought to, but there
was something deep inside her insides she couldn't quite define as yet,
something that seemed like a candle lit far down in the dark sanctuary
of her belly, only a tiny warm glow, but somehow bearing the threat of
bursting into a raging inferno at any minute. That was the only way to
describe it ... she marked it up as fear and nausea, but in the back of
her mind she knew there must be another explanation.
"Get down on your knees!" came the unexpected barked command, and the
frightened young blonde only looked back at her superior with
disbelieving eyes. She thought she had prepared herself for the worst,
that maybe she would have to sacrifice all her decency and let this man
touch her to satisfy his filthy lust, but this ... this was beyond all
humanity! He couldn't mean what she thought, he couldn't! Even with
Jamie she had never done such a thing. It was vile and degenerate, the
kind of thing whores do for money, not decent people. She wouldn't ...
she couldn't!
Nothing, no countless hours of fear and worry, could have prepared the
terrified young girl for what the lecherous Hawkins did next. His hand
darted forward, his face still snarled in the contemptuous knot of hate
and lust mixed obscenely, and Sarah reacted instinctively, fully
expecting to catch the brunt of an awful, punishing blow for her
disobedience to his wanton will. But it wasn't a cruel fist or stinging
palm that crossed her flesh ... instead he only closed his fingers
around the full, ripe mound of her breast and then skillfully
manipulated the nakedly sensitive flesh, bringing out the desire effect
in her like a musician tuning up his instrument. Her arm shot up to
push his hand away, but she caught herself in mid-stride. That certain
something strange inside her again had grown suddenly more powerful and
commanding, and whatever it was told her forcefully to leave his
fingers where they were.
Feeling the weird sensations in her abdomen growing more and more
intense, spreading inside her like fire spreads in a tree, from one
limb to another until the whole organism is aflame with a raging
holocaust of intensity, Sarah was amazed to find herself unable to
resist his command. Obediently, instinctively somehow, she sank to her
knees as if her legs had become boneless, and found herself at his
feet, naked save for her little white panties, and totally vulnerable
now at this depraved man's merciless whim. She tried not to look at his
nakedness, to shut her eyes and keep away the nauseating reality of the
presence of his long hard penis. She could feel its heatedly throbbing
tip brushing against her forehead, nuzzling through the fine spray of
her blonde bangs. It was fully erect now, and the lust-swollen head was
completely out of its elastic sheath and poised ... ready for what she
knew now was inevitable. Yet strangely, she could scarcely sense her
fear at all ... it was as if all her emotions had been blocked out by
some powerful drug. All, that is, except one ... and that one was
making itself unbearably apparent inside her belly as a sudden itching
sensitiveness spread over her hidden private parts like an epidemic
pox. It was more and more obvious what this strangeness inside her was,
or what it was becoming, but she refused to give in to it, refused to
acknowledge its strength and her own surrender.
"What the hell are you waiting for, you silly bitch? Haven't you ever
sucked a cock before? You suck this one just like you suck one of them
scrawny little ones you're used to."
Sarah turned her flaming face away from the massively pulsating shaft
that was level now with her face. Her eyes were closed, partly from
fear and partly from shame.
"Hurry it up, cunt! Get those sweet lips around it or I'll stick it all
the way down to your belly and choke you on it. Now move!" He had not
really planned to get so rough with her, usually with the Spanish Fly,
it wasn't necessary ... Goddamn it, why doesn't that shit work!
He grabbed the side of her head, his fingers twisted in her hair and
positioned her right in front of his lust-hardened cock. Still her
wetly trembling lips were closed and his fingers wound viciously in her
silken blonde hair until she cried out from the sudden, searing pain
that shot across her scalp. It felt as if all her hair were being
yanked out by the roots.
"You'd better open up, baby! Right now!"
Without thinking, her ripe young lips parted and he rammed his thick
pole of hardened flesh home, slamming it forward with a quick snap of
his loins. The hotly throbbing penis slid over her tongue and rammed
against the back of her throat, poking painfully against the tender
untried flesh of her virginal throat passage. She gagged on its immense
thickness and choked for air, but he wasn't satisfied yet.
"Relax those throat muscles and behave yourself, girl ... relax 'em, or
I'll ram it out your asshole!"
Sarah gasped an unintelligible plea, unable to breathe as the long hot
hardness filled her mouth and throat completely, leaving no room at all
for air to enter her lungs. Seeing no other way but total obedience to
his perverted demands, she managed to relax her throat a bit, and to
her amazement, the heatedly throbbing cock now squirmed easily down her
open throat channel. She could feel it far down in her, filling her
completely, impaling her through her tightly ovalled lips as she
stretched her mouth to accommodate his massive hardness. She was lower
now than the lowest, she had sunk to the very bottom depths of this pit
of wanton wickedness she had made for herself. She had become, in a
matter of minutes, less than human ... nothing more than a receptacle
for this depraved animal's seething lust. She felt the tears on her
cheeks, but she could not stop them now. There seemed nothing else to
do but get it over with as soon as possible. She knew that to delay was
sheer folly ... God only knew what might happen to her if she crossed
him now. Oh, please let this be a dream!
Hawkins watched her carefully, noting every movement, every naked
precious inch of her tender young body. His hands slid to her bare
shoulders; they were soft, warm, like rare velvet. He could feel the
shame-hardened tips of her erect little nipples, crowning fleshy peaks
of her firmly ripened breasts that jutted out and rubbed sensuously
against his bare legs. He grabbed her head again and worked her wetly
ovalled lips back and forth faster on his immense choking cock. She
took the cue quickly, not wanting to rile his savage lust any higher,
ready to do anything to end this horrible vile act and free her to try
to find an excuse to live another minute.
"Mmmmmmmm, that's real nice, a whole lot better, baby. Now suck it real
hard ... harder 'n hell, real hard!"
Sarah gagged every time the long hard cock tunneled down her throat
passage, brushing the sides of her gullet, filling the narrow channel
with its huge, blood-engorged head. She could feel the muscles of her
throat involuntarily milking the hot, vicious shaft with every downward
thrust, and she could see what an effect it was having on this madman.
She could feel his heatedly pulsating penis grow even harder, even
thicker as swirling, lust-heated blood filled the turgid organ and a
seething pool grew more and more inflamed in his heavy, leathery balls.
"C'mon, baby, I'm almost there!"
Those words stopped her heart, froze her still with the agonizing
disgust of a helpless, ravished gutter slut. God, almighty, he was
going to do it! He was going to shoot his heated, lustful sperm deep
down into her helpless throat. Oh my God, what can I do? What can I do?
Though Sarah was not aware of it, she and the lustful old man had an
audience just a few scant feet away. Through the window above the
camper's galley kitchen, through the couple of inches of glass that
wasn't covered with opaque curtain, Gloria and Al stood on tiptoe,
heads one above the other, vying for the best view of the incredibly
lascivious show going on like some porno movie inside this tiny screen.
Jesus, they both thought, is that broad ever beautiful. Those tits and
those legs! Man, what a body! Gloria was every bit as excited by this
wickedly exciting performance as her sometime-boyfriend, Al. Damn, she
thought in her hidden inner passions, I'd like to give that honey a
ride myself. And maybe tonight's my chance. I've kept my little secret
desires to myself too long!
She felt Al's bare hand slip up under her mini dress as she tiptoed up
to see into the camper. As usual, she wasn't wearing panties, and she
only squirmed a bit and let out a muffled giggle as his outstretched
middle finger found her already-moist slit. She opened her thighs to
give him better leverage and breathed deeply to hold back her gasp of
surprise, for he was suddenly far up inside her, probing hungrily
inside her wet, hotly excited cuntal sheath. She looked into his eyes
for a moment, taking her gaze away for only a second from the
wonderfully salacious spectacle of this young blonde chick with a body
like a Vegas showgirl down on her knees like some two-dollar skid-row
whore, her boss's thick, wetly glistening penis shoved so far down her
throat that his pubic hairs brushed her nose and cheeks with every
thrusting shove. "Don't get me too horny, baby," she whispered softly
into his ear, her cheek against his unshaven bristle. "This might be a
long, long night!"
Chapter 7
Hawkins felt the flood coming like a Bay of Bengal tidal wave ... he
made no attempt to hold it back; he'd waited long enough for this
moment. He hoped it would come in quarts--buckets full--he hoped his
lust-swollen balls would disgorge great sticky gobs of sperm, a hot,
sticky river to flood her belly and break the young bitch in right. Yes
sir, this little blonde had better get in step quick, 'cause she's got
a hell of a career coming right up. He'd give her something to keep in
mind, something she'd long remember as his load sloshed in her belly.
His hands squeezed her head vice more, holding her pinned tight up
against his pumping loins, her face crushed in his sweaty pubic hair.
He pushed far, far down her throat, straining as if to bury the aching
head of his wildly jerking cock in her very belly. Here it comes ... he
could feel it starting its long, deliciously-painful run down the long
turgid shaft of his penis. He stopped dead as it reached the swollen,
hard-throbbing knob at the end, paused for an eternity, then exploded
against the sides of her working throat and swirled down into her belly
in thick, gulping waves.
"Now, honey, now! Suck it like it was your mama's tit, baby! Every last
drop! Suck, damn you, suck!"
Sarah swallowed again and again and again, every choking gulp oozing
down her throat like a thick creamy soup. Her mind was spinning like a
child's top; and she was lost for the moment in her own despair and
self-debasement when ' it happened ... that gnawing hot flame that had
been bothering her like a fly around her head was now raging out of
control. In her shame and humiliation, her utter subjugation, she had
failed to be aware of its sudden all-consuming intensification. Oh God,
yes, it's burning inside me ... I feel strange, so strange ... and ...
and ... oh dear God, I want it! What's happened to me! I want this
sperm, this vile seething torrent, I want every previous drop inside
me! And I want his cock ... oh merciful God, I want any cock! Please, I
need one in me so bad! It's burning me up inside!
The flames of drug-induced desire had spread from the junction of her
nakedly trembling thighs up the plane of her belly and into the very
throbbing pink tips of her erect little nipples. She fondled them
frantically with her fingers, then, lost completely now in her wild
and' sudden frantic passion, felt her own hand slide down inside her
panties and begin to tenderly stroke the folds of warm, wet flesh
around the achingly-tender clitoris. She felt her hotly quivering
vaginal lips open of their own accord and a flood of her own passion
juices seeping down the insides of her sleek upper thighs as she sucked
hard, incredibly hard. She was sucking now because she wanted to. she
wanted all of his hot viscous discharge to spurt down her throat, as if
it somehow might quench the flames of animal wantonness that were
raging so fiercely now in her belly. She swallowed in gushing, sloshing
waves of savage hot fluid. Her arms were suddenly behind his thighs,
holding his naked loins to her lips, then her fingers stroked his
sinewy asscheeks, caressed his anus. An instant later, darting
furtively, they were on his rapidly emptying testicles, caressing them,
squeezing them delicately, until every last drop was drained into her
throat. "You're finally there, you whore! Suck it like the slut you
are, suck it!"
* * *
When Sarah finally managed to get her eyes opened and focused again,
Hawkins had put his pants back on and was zipping up his pants.
Suddenly she realized that her hand was still inside her own panties,
that she was openly and wantonly fondling herself, but she couldn't
stop. God, it feels so good! I'm so hot inside ... so hot. I need a man
inside me there, any man!
"P-Please ..." Her lips were parched dry and the word came out like a
dying gasp of someone lost on the desert in the burning sun. "Don't l-
leave me like ... like this," she begged, but he only laughed at her,
sneering down at her as she writhed helplessly on the shag-carpeted
floor.
"You've had all you're gonna' get for now, honey," he grinned evilly.
"But I'll be back." And with that he opened the camper door and was
gone.
Sarah felt the tears return to her eyes, but she didn't care any
longer. Hurrying, frantic with all the frenetic passion of a teenager
about to be made love to for the first time, she lifted her smoothly
rounded buttocks from the floor and pulled her panties down her firm
young thighs, over her supple calves, and tossed them aside. Gone now
was that shred of decency she had retained ... gone was any fragment of
modesty or shame. Nothing mattered now but this burning agony up inside
her that ached--screamed--for fulfillment. Her fingers spread the
fleshy moist ridges of her cunt and found the quivering, nerve-packed
bud of her clitoris. Her whole body snapped like the end of a bullwhip
when she made that first electric contact. "Yes ... oh dear God, yes!"
And through the half-covered kitchen window, three eagerly attentive
faces watched with undisguised excitement as this ravenously beautiful
young blonde brought herself up and over that delicious pinnacle of
self-fulfillment. They watched, eyes wide with glee, as she arched off
the floor, escaping her half-parted lips as one hand frantically rubbed
through the moistness of her ravenous cleft and over the bud of her
gleaming little clitoris; the fingers of her other hand were sunk
deeply and satisfyingly up inside her hot, hungrily clasping vagina.
For a moment, no one even breathed outside the camper window. Then,
Henry Hawkins finally spoke. "Don't worry ... that little bit o'
foolin' around won't hardly be enough. No sir, she's gonna' need a lot
more tonight. A lot more!"
Chapter 8
"I say we get on with it, dammit! We've waited long enough, Henry.
Shit, she might have gotten over that dose of Spanish Fly you gave her
and gone to sleep by now!" Al Badger was pacing the floor of his
trailer like one of the caged animals, waving his arms, gesturing,
walking back and forth until he had both his companions as nervous and
high-strung as he.
"Oh, all right, Al," said Hawkins finally, getting out of his well-worn
chair. "I can't take much more of your pacing anyhow. She oughta' be
'bout right by now. I guess I was a mite too soon before. It hadn't
really took."
Gloria hah-hahed a questioning laugh. "She looked pretty much into it
to me. From where we stood she seemed about to suck your guts out
through that prick of yours. Or didn't you notice?"
"Oh, stop being a wise-ass, Gloria," snapped Hawkins. "You're just
jealous 'cause she's better looking than you, that's all. It just
sticks in your craw that Al and me are so damn fired up about fuckin'
that sweet littl' thing, don't it? You'd rather we stayed here and put
the meat to your ol' wornout ass, ain't that right?" he teased her
viciously.
"No, not really," retorted the older blonde haughtily, "But maybe I'll
get a bit of the action myself. There are other ways, you know. Haven't
you guys heard of women's lib? We girls don't need you any more."
Henry and Al just looked at each other, dumb-founded. They'd seen
Gloria do just about anything you could think of with a man or an
animal, but they'd never seen her go at it with another woman. Now this
might be something really interesting, they were both thinking.
"Just one thing, Gloria," began Henry.
"Yeah, what's that?"
"Don't come on too strong, you know what I mean? Like maybe it would be
better if you sort of pretend you're being forced into it, understand?"
The toothy blonde grinned and her eyes sparkled. "I get you! So she'll
think we're in it together, right?"
"Right. That way she's got a friend to lean on sort of. You never know
with this Spanish Fly. It affects broads in the strangest ways. I've
seen 'em go stark raving bananas, so we can't be too careful. Remember,
we want her for the sex circus, and she's no good to us if she flips
her lid, okay?" Al and Gloria both nodded solemnly--he was right,
they'd been looking a long time for just the right girl, one with that
look of innocence the men in the audience always go for and one with no
ties or family waiting somewhere for the chance to go to the police
after the first postcard from their dear child. Yes, this one was
perfect, all right, and it wouldn't do to blow the whole operation at
this late date. Hawkins' face suddenly lighted. "Should we take Lobo?
Think she's ready for it?" His friends' answer showed in their eyes ...
Ready or not, she was in for a big surprise!
* * *
Sarah was lying fitfully on the convertible bed when the three people
and, the great yellow-eyed wolf entered the camper; she was squirming
from side to side like some poor soul with an attack of appendicitis.
Only the three of them knew it wasn't her appendix that was inflamed
and about to burst ... it was her tight little pussy!
"P-Please ... leave me alone ... just leave me, please," she whimpered
feebly, her words barely coming from her throat as her whole body
filled with husky yearnings of her incredible, unrequited passion.
"Now you don't really mean that, honey," grinned Hawkins down at her as
she lay there writhing like a bug stuck with a pin. "We all came over
for a ... a little party. Ain't that right, Gloria?"
"Yeah, if you say so, Henry. Only I don't like the looks of this.
Something's wrong with this girl, Henry. You didn't say nothing about
this," she said very seriously, playing her part as skillfully as a
professional.
"Aw, c'mon, Gloria, we just want some fun, that's all. Maybe you'd like
to be first with our little friend here. She seems to be in need of
some help right now."
"No, Henry, I won't have any part of it," she spat convincingly at her
employer.
"Oh, but you will ... now get your clothes off!"
"Henry, no, I can't!"
Henry took a step forward and raised his fist as if to strike her
across the face. Beside him, the vicious looking wolf growled
menacingly while the naked young blonde, mindless of her nakedness,
mindless of everything save this agonizing burning inside her belly,
watched curiously. After a moment's standoff, the older blonde woman
seemed to relent and began, reluctantly and hesitantly, to take off her
clothes. Even in her mindless stupor, Sarah was conscious enough to be
surprised at the older woman's nicely-formed, fully-developed body. It
was the body of a sensually mature woman, that much was certain ... as
different from her own as an Italian sex symbol's figure might be from
a ripening young model. Both of them were beautiful in their own
rightful womanly voluptuousness and ripened, opposite pert young
womanhood.
Henry pointed to Gloria, "You ... lie down there on that bed ... on
your back so's I can see all your sweets." Gloria didn't argue; she
climbed onto the yard-high bed that was longer than she was, stretched
out, and lay perfectly still, not voicing any objections. He grabbed
both her ankles, and she closed her eyes tightly, looking for all the
world to be as frightened as the younger girl at her side. Henry seemed
to have something else in mind for them, and he started by spreading
her legs apart with his hands, opening up the pink, hair-lined slit of
her pussy so that he and his pal could see her wetly pouting cuntal
lips.
"You ..." He meant Sarah. "... get up there with her, kinda' kneeling
like, with your head other way. I wanna' see some sixty-nining, you
know what I mean?" The words seemed hard for him to speak, and he
hesitated at the very mention of this act he obviously deemed something
special, a rare and treasured moment for him to witness. Sarah obeyed,
also without any hesitation; that look on his face was worth a dozen
threats. She placed her knees at Gloria's sides and kneeled on all
fours as she was ordered, then waited for his next perverted
instruction. Her full ripe breasts dangled freely beneath her as she
knelt and as Gloria breathed in and out, they lightly touched the older
woman's naked belly; the pink nipples tingled and quivered, but this
time not with excitement, but with revulsion and dread. She'd never
really thought about doing anything like this; she knew it went on, but
she never thought she'd be part of it. It was an unthinkable act to
Sarah, something she couldn't remember even fantasizing about, even in
her wildest schoolgirl daydreams. The very thought of it turned her
stomach ... but she knew what he wanted her to do. She knew what lewd
despicable act he wanted the two of them to perform, spread out here
naked on this platform like two performers in a stag club. She tried
not to think about it, to resign herself to getting it over with as
quickly as he would allow, to keeping her mind off it ... but it was
harder and harder to face as the seconds ticked by.
"Well, what're you waitin' for? Get on with it!" growled Hawkins, now
only a couple of feet away with his vicious four-legged companion at
his side. The wolf obviously hated her perhaps only because she was a
woman, but Hawkins was holding him securely by his heavy collar to keep
him back, without that restraint he looked fierce enough to tear them
both apart without much effort.
Sarah tried to speak, but the words hung in her dry throat; she managed
finally to cough them out. "Please, I can't ... I've never done
anything like this before. I wouldn't even know how!" Her pleas
obviously were falling on deaf ears, but Gloria saved her the trouble
of another futile try.
"Don't worry, I'll show you what they want us to do," she offered,
stretched flat on her back beneath her friend. "Just do what I do and
you won't get hurt ..." She looked to the men questioningly. "Right?"
Hawkins grinned a gleaming, gold-splashed grin that answered her
question, and Gloria proceeded to carry out the orders these man had
given her.
She could see all of Sarah's naked young body kneeling over hers, see
the full, womanly breasts that teasingly brushed her abdomen if she
breathed hard enough to bring it that high; the slim, creamy thighs
that blended so smoothly with the bottom-crease of her ass were just a
few inches from her face now. And the warmly perfumed pussy slit
nestled so invitingly there above her in the fleecy down of Sarah's
soft pubic mound. Yes, Gloria told herself, this scene has something
going for it, something nice, real nice ...
She reached up and locked her hands around the delicate curve of the
young blonde's back and pulled her naked pelvis toward her hungrily
parted lips. Sarah hesitated at first, Gloria could feel her tense and
pull away. But a reassuring sound was all the girl needed, and she
relaxed, allowing her loins to be lowered to Gloria's face. A visible
shiver raced through Sarah's body as Gloria's slightly puckered lips
touched the damp furrow of her heatedly throbbing pussy; Gloria felt a
tickling sensation as the softly curling pubic fluff brushed her nose.
Closing her eyes, she pressed her parted wet lips hard against the
ragged, rose-colored lips of the girl's vagina. She felt her tense
again, her thigh muscles grow hard and sinewy. After a moment though,
Sarah followed her lead and lowered her own lips until her head was
cradled against the flat plane of Gloria's abdomen and touching the
soft, hair-covered pubic mound.
Sarah tentatively, cautiously, kissed the fragrant cleft up between
Gloria's legs, fully aware of the shivers that her gentle touch sent
through the older woman's belly. It wasn't as bad as she'd expected,
though she was still fighting to hold back the choking nausea in her
throat. She mimicked her friend's actions perfectly, and as Gloria
began to nibble tenderly on the soft flanges of her pussy, she returned
with the same delivered to the woman's naked loins. She tried not to
think, to force her mind to remain a blank, to somehow keep her sanity
in an insane nightmare by forcing it out of her thoughts. But it was
hopeless ... she couldn't escape the truth of what she was doing. She
couldn't escape the lustful stares these two men were raking her naked
young body with ... she could not hide from the shame and utter
humiliation of this wanton, salacious act she was being forced to be a
part of. It was all so incredibly unreal, so unbelievably crazy that
she wondered if it were real, she wondered if she'd lost her mind hours
ago, that this insane day in her life might be some psychotic fantasy.
This can't be really happening, I have to wake up from all this and
find that it never happened! But she didn't wake up ... and it was
very, very real.
Gloria's hungry mouthing between her widespread thighs grew more and
more frenetic, more intense, and though she wondered at the woman's
sudden eagerness, she reciprocated without hesitation, and like Gloria,
burrowed her tongue between the hotly moistened slit hidden between the
soft outer cuntal lips. Gloria's tongue snaked rapidly in and out of
Sarah's pussy-cleft and though she tried to suppress it, the girl found
her whole body beginning to writhe and squirm from the wickedly
lascivious tonguing her fevered young slit was receiving. Gloria's
wetly quivering tongue fucked in and out of her narrow pink passage,
prodding the sensitive walls of her pussy with lizard-like, darting
movements that caused the drugged girl to shiver each time the hotly
licking tongue scraped across her sensitive flesh. She eased her own
licking pace, only to be prodded by the single poke from Hawkins to her
ribs. She burrowed back between her girlfriend's warmly pulsating
pussy-lips, nibbling the pinkish flanges of her cunt with renewed vigor
and feigned enthusiasm, only ... this time there was something
different, some weak, signaling sensation she couldn't yet pinpoint,
yet she knew it was there. Oh, no. It can't be! That feeling in my
belly! I can't be enjoying this, it's wrong, it's evil and filthy! I
can't let myself feel this way, I can't!
She tried to fight it off, to suppress the unnatural, wantonness she
was sensing as it stirred in her loins, but the drug wouldn't let her.
It was hardly noticeable at first, but it seemed that the harder she
fought it, the stronger it became. Gloria sensed the girl's sudden
awakening and wasted not a second taking advantage of this new
opportunity; she didn't care about the men watching, those bastards
could get their kicks any way they wanted them. She was getting all the
satisfaction she needed from feeling Sarah squirm as she held her arms
locked around the small of her back, forcing her writhing young crotch
down against her probing, sucking, nibbling lips. Lips that searched
every pore, every yielding crevice of the blonde's softly clasping
pussy, warmed their wet way into the warmly clasping tunnel and flicked
playfully at the tiny throbbing bud of her clitoris.
Sarah wasn't the only one feeling the effects of the prolonged oral
fucking session; Gloria could feel the delicious heat welling in her
own pelvis, and she knew it wouldn't take much more of the young
blonde's suddenly voracious pussy-nibbling to drive her up the wall.
She gripped Sarah's naked hips tighter and ground her whole face into
the wantonly writhing girl's hot, damp pussy, ramming her long wet
tongue far up into the hotly clasping cuntal sheath. Gloria was nearing
the brink, she found it more and more difficult to concentrate on her
relished task, so great were the waves of lascivious pleasure that were
coursing through her own naked body. She suddenly, and without warning,
locked her long legs around Sarah's neck, forcing the young blonde's
sucking wet lips tighter in against her burning, hungry orifice.
"Goddamn, look at 'em go to it!" exclaimed Al, a look on his face like
a big, stupid grizzly. "I ain't ever seen nothin' like that! Goddamn,
go to it! Go to it!" His face and that of his companion were only
inches from the girls' nakedly squirming bodies, their sweat-covered
flesh glistening in the harsh glow of the overhead bulb.
Henry's savage animal, Lobo, was sitting on the command at his side, a
permanent vicious snarl on his lips that seemed to grow louder as the
girls locked together in a wanton, forbidden embrace, their arms and
legs intertwined and their moistly working lips bringing each other
wave after delicious wave of profane, salacious pleasure.
Sarah tried to lose her thoughts, her anguished emotions, in the task
at hand, and energetically sucked and kissed and licked just as Gloria
was doing to her own pussy. Soon the two women were ground together as
one, a sobbing, moaning tangle of naked female flesh, forced into this
despicable act by the brutality of these men, but ... finding a depth
of feeling, a pinnacle of passion they'd never known before; neither
was fighting it now, and it looked almost as if the moaning young girl
had taken the initiative. She was lost in the wickedness, the
prohibited pleasure, and all thought of her captors were gone from her
mind. Suddenly, Gloria let loose a startling, silence-shattering cry
straight from her anguished loins, "OOOOOOHHHHHHHHHH! I'm cumming,
don't stop, please! I'm cumming!" and her nakedly voluptuous body
heaved and thrashed wildly beneath Sarah's weight. Gloria's nail
gripped the smooth curves of the younger blonde's hips and held her
loins tight against her wetly nibbling lips. She sucked hard and fast,
chewing like a starved beast on the fleshy red lips and the erectly
quivering bud of her clitoris ... she could feel the girl was teetering
on the brink of cumming, she knew a few more seconds would push her
over, she sucked and kissed and licked the hotly pulsating pussy until
...
"Aaaaggh? Ah ... ah ... aaaahhh ... I'm cumming." Sarah was shrieking
as the hurricane of passion demented her young body and mind.
"Aaaaaagggghhhhh! Yes! Yes!" Gloria cried out as she completed the
enjoyable task of bringing the blonde to total, blissful fulfillment.
Their nakedly quivering bodies were as one, they locked and fused
together along the length of their smooth, unbroken curves, drawn to
this absolute subjugation, this act of debasement before two hungrily
watching men, their lushly ripened bodies wriggling and squirming
together in the abandoned, passionate desperation of mutual raging
girl-lust. Finally, their orgasms spent and emptied, they fell, Sarah
collapsing across the length of Gloria's nakedness. She wanted to cry
from the awful shame of it, but she couldn't, the tears weren't any
longer ... crying would no longer offer her sanctuary.
* * *
Henry and Al sat down on a couple of chairs, spent and exhausted from
what they'd just lived through. This was better than they'd expected,
and they knew it was going to be better before the night was over.
Henry had his eyes already on the young blonde one, that little blow
job was just an appetizer and an hors d'oeuvre. He was going to put his
thick aching rod in that gorgeous creature's pussy, going to feel the
blood-throbbing knob of his cock far up in her tight little cunt, going
to skewer her like a barbecue bird and fuck her until she begged for
more. He'd have her pleading for another few seconds on the end of his
prick, she'd be at his feet begging ... he'd show her, girls like them
had taunted him all his life, always just out of reach with their
tight-fitting sweaters and their perfumed hair; always there, but never
for him ... but not this time, this time was going to be different.
This one was his, and she never would leave this room until he'd had
his fill of her taunting, prissy ass! Innocent? Hell! He'd show her!
Sarah felt someone's cold fingers touch the underside of her thigh as
she lay heaving, struggling to regain her breath. She jerked away but
the cool prodding was insistent; only when she heard Henry's rasping
laugh did she turn her head to see whose hand had touched her still-
quivering flesh. What she saw had her sitting up and retreating to the
far edge of the bed, huddled with her arms around her knees,
unconcerned that the whole naked expanse of her moistened cuntal
crevice was open to their eyes. It was the wolf, Lobo, and Sarah was
petrified at the very sight of the huge, snarling animal. Gloria was
sitting, head down and breasts rising and falling rapidly from her
short, hard breathing on the edge of the bed opposite the wolf, but the
ferocious animal seemed to ignore her; he seemed interested only in
Sarah, and he padded forward on four enormous paws until his cold nose
again touched the smooth, unblemished curve of her buttocks as she
crouched in abject terror. "Get him away," she tried to whisper loudly
so as not to rile him, "Please make him go away, I'm frightened!"
She looked into Henry's eyes; a fierceness burned there, born out of
his intense passion for the young girl. He frightened her horribly--one
look into those cruel gray eyes of his could convince anyone that this
man was capable of anything. Sarah knew her life was in danger if she
crossed him even once. Suddenly he smiled ... but it wasn't a smile of
warmth or affection; far from it, it was the outward signal that
another act was to begin. An act that was the absolute peak of
humiliation, something that would leave its mark like a scorched brand
on this young bitch's brain. Yes, sir, she'll never forget this night,
never!
"Looks like Lobo's got his eye on you, cunt," he sneered, "Maybe you'd
better make him happy before you take me and Al on. Ain't that right,
Al? We wouldn't want to take our turn before good ol' Lobo gets his,
now would we?" Al was a little slow, but a wet, toothy grin spread
across his cheeks when he remembered what his boss had planned. Christ,
he could hardly wait!
"I ... I don't know what you mean," whispered Sarah meekly, a faint
germ-like notion of what these men were planning starting to grow in
the back of her mind; it was too horrid, too fantastic to believe, even
from these two savages. "What are you talking about? Haven't you done
enough? Let me alone, please! You can't just do things like this, it's
... it's awful and you know it!" But she was alone with these men and
that animal and Gloria ... and she was nothing more than a slave to
them all until they had seated their lustful thirsts, until they'd
drunk their fill of her ripe young nakedness. Sarah felt her stomach
sink, the darkest, slimiest hell-hole on the Eastern Mediterranean
couldn't have offered a more despicable prison for her. If she were
stripped naked and paraded before a smoky roomful of Turkish sailors,
she wouldn't have felt cheaper, filthier, or more shamed than at this
moment. She thought of Jamie, thought of the life she'd abandoned and
of having to return and tell him of this, and she sickened at the very
prospect. How could she ever again be a wife to any man ... how could
she ever again share anyone's bed after this night! How could she even
hope to live with this degradation etched in her memory!
"I want to see you take good care of Lobo there, bitch!" barked her
master, pointing in the animal's direction, "He's a better man than
anything you've had so far, so you shouldn't mind a bit." He laughed
and his hired man followed his example; Al seemed still a little unsure
of just what would happen next, but like a curious dog standing on its
haunches, he was interested enough not to miss a second. Sarah was
kneeling on her shins, her arms across her nakedly rising and falling
breasts. Henry stepped forward and urged her toward the wolf. She knew
without a doubt that she could not refuse his slightest wish; she
looked to Gloria, but the cold impersonal eyes of the older woman told
her she could offer no relief, no consolation. There was nothing to do
but obey.
"You didn't have any trouble eating pussy .. let's see how you do with
some better meat. Watching you broads go down on each other musta' made
Lobo a bit horny ... let's see you do somethin' about it ... now!"
Sarah looked at the huge beast, lying on his back now just in front of
her, his long red tongue hanging wetly from between his sharp, menacing
teeth. There was little hair on his underside, and when she reached out
cautiously to touch his belly with his fingertips, the long, tapered
shaft of his pink animal-prick slid wetly from its furry tube-like
sheath. "No ... no! I can't do it! I just can't! You can't mean it,
please say you're only joking! Please say you're just kidding me,
please!" But Henry wasn't laughing; he was less than a foot from her,
and the mask of savagery on his face told her this was no joke.
"Just give him a good blow job and nothing'll happen to you!"
Sarah stared at the lewdly glistening pink taper, now several inches
beyond the fur-covered sheath of flesh that covered it. At the base of
his long animal penis, his huge dark testicles lay against his belly
like two bristly golf balls. She saw it all, but her mind refused to
record it, it seemed impossible that Hawkins could demand this awful,
despicable act of her ... but his intentions were real enough indeed.
And Henry was growing impatient. "Make up your fuckin' mind, cunt! It's
your choice ... suck my wolf, or I'll take his leash and let him really
go at you. Make up your mind!"
Trembling with fear and revulsion, Sarah slowly reached to the wolf's
heaving belly and took the moist red length of his long warm penis
gingerly between her fingers. The huge animal squirmed eagerly at her
soft touch.
Henry stepped in for a closer look, "Keep your head turned this way
when you do it. I wanna' see that cock o' his going into those pretty
painted-up lips. I want a good view of those animal-cock-sucking lips,
baby, a real good view ... now suck it!" He knew he had to degrade her
if this was to work, and he did it with pleasure.
She knew there was no chance, but she tried futilely to close her
thoughts to what she was doing, to focus her mind on something else, on
some place far away from this horrible unreal dream, anything to keep
down the spasms of reeling nausea that were tearing her stomach apart.
With every muscle in her shuddering young body fighting her, she placed
her face on the animal's warm underside, her fingers around the
lengthening shaft of his tapered red penis. Slowly, as Henry and Al
excitedly egged her on, she stroked the fur-covered spear, while the
two men and Gloria watched in lewd hunger. It snaked from its
protective sheath ... it was almost fully out now ... its pointed,
pinkly gleaming--almost translucent--tip had oozed from its tight
sheath, slowly moving forward until it was less than an inch from her
lips. The terrified young blonde was heaving with deep gasping breaths
as she fought down the choking ball of nausea in her throat.
"What're you stalling for? Suck the damn thing! Suck it!"
She did as she was told ... pushing away every confused thought from
her mind, she opened her wetly glistening lips slightly and let the
tapered tip slide into her soft warm mouth. She felt the hot spongy
shaft snake far back over her tongue, its smooth hardness gliding
easily over her moistened lips. The taste surprised her ... it was
almost sweet, sort of tangy, with the fragrance of sweaty flesh after a
bout of lovemaking. The big animal responded immediately, his back legs
curled against his belly as he eagerly hunched forward and sank his
warmly pulsing cock into the warm depths of her throat. She brought her
tongue into play as Henry lowered his head to follow her actions;
sickened beyond belief, she twirled the wolf's tapered pink penis
around in her mouth as it began to throb and wriggle from its furry
base. Henry was ecstatic, but he wanted more, he needed just a little
more to complete the lurid tableau, "Rub his balls with your fingers
... I'll bet he'd like that."
Sarah didn't protest this time, but moved her hand to his furry
testicles and caressed them lightly with the nails of her fingers,
brushing them over the two sperm-filled mounds as a long, low animal
whine came from Lobo's throat. Somehow it was becoming less repulsive
than at first; she wondered if the drug she'd had earlier was still
numbing her a little to what she was doing. The young blonde saw Henry
disappear from her limited line of vision, but he wasn't far. She could
still hear his grunting encouragements behind her as he stood somewhere
in the room while she knelt on the bed and sucked this savage animal's
cock into her throat, drawing between her tightly ovalled lips.
Her mind was so attuned to the degrading act she was performing that
she forgot about the rest of her nakedly kneeling body; her ass was
high in the air, her still-moist pussy lips open and unguarded from
behind as her ripe young buttocks wiggled and squirmed an unintentional
invitation to Henry. She couldn't see him as he quickly and quietly
unzipped his trousers and placed his jacket on the bed near her
widespread ankles. He climbed onto the platform-like bed, his massively
throbbing cock jutting out from the opening in his pants and fully
erect. He pulled back his uncircumcised, loose yielding foreskin back
as if to let the purplish knob see what a treat it had coming. As
though it had a mind of its own, his long thick penis leaped forward
and snaked between the softly rounded globes of her naked buttocks.
Sarah recoiled in horror at the realization of what he was about to do,
but she knew that he wasn't alone behind her ... he had friends with
him. His impatiently heated cock pressed forward again as he crawled up
tight against her trembling white buttocks, and he dragged it slowly
and tauntingly along the moistly warm furrow of her pussy, spreading
the quivering pink cuntal lips with the throbbing head of his organ as
her own juices unexpectedly wetted the shaft of his sex. He pulled it
back through her moistened, hair-lined slit once more, then touched the
swollen, lust-inflated head to the tightly-puckered opening to her
vagina, his cruel hands digging into the curve of her naked hips. "Put
it in you, bitch ... put it in real nice-like!"
Completely obedient to her master's command, Sarah's hand reached
behind the ripely curving cheeks of her buttocks and gripped the heated
knob of Henry's hardened penis, then, with a quick motion, she slipped
it between the tautly elastic flanges of her hotly quivering pussy. His
long hard shaft raced easily into her wet sheath, worming far up
between the wantonly dancing globes of her young ass, and with a final
thrust, sank his lust-hardened thickness deep inside her belly.
Sarah wanted desperately to cry out from the sudden added invasion, but
she didn't ... there was a wild hungering desire fanning in her ravaged
loins once more; the lascivious sensation of this long animal penis
sliding between her tightly pursed lips was doing strange and exciting
things to her, things she couldn't understand, things that didn't seem
right, but nevertheless were happening to her. She hated herself for
the licking flames of passion that lapped at her cock-hungry vagina,
she despised her very soul for allowing herself to become the servant
of her own lustful desires. The yellow-eyed wolf's cock was starting to
taste sweeter to her, and she swirled it around in her mouth with the
rough surface of her tongue, bringing mewls of animal-pleasure to the
huge, quivering beast. This night had already seemed an eternity long,
but she didn't care just now; nothing was of importance except this
salacious moment of pure, undiluted savage lust and desire. Suddenly
she wanted this animal's hotly throbbing penis ... she wanted his long,
tapered cock fucking her in her wildly salivating mouth ... she wanted
his animal-prick thrusting wildly into her throat, she wanted to feel,
to taste his seething sperm in her mouth ... she couldn't help herself,
the sheer wicked wantonness of this moment was driving her insane! She
wanted his animal cum, she wanted it!
She sucked and licked the long pink shaft ravenously, and Henry stepped
up the pace of his plundering ravishment of her defenseless young pussy
from behind. She shivered at every deep, thrusting instroke of his
heatedly pulsating shaft that poked and prodded far up inside her. She
could feel the lust-crazed man's long hardness ramming deep in her
belly, and she sucked the animal's cock even more hungrily, slurping,
tonguing, gulping the tapered shaft as the huge beast writhed in a
feral ecstasy. Al and Gloria watched in silent amazement. Already
Gloria was beginning to hate this beautiful young girl, to feel those
first pangs of envious jealousy.
Henry was panting and grunting with maddened excitement at the feel of
her tight little pussy contracting wetly around his thickness while he
watched eagerly as the wolf's long scarlet taper slid wet and gleaming
between Sarah's hungrily ovalled lips. The animal's furry haunches
quivered spasmodically with sheer delight as she massaged the dark
balls at the base of his moistly glistening shaft with her fingers.
Goddamn it, he was sure he couldn't hold back a second longer ... it
was just too much, this lascivious savagery of watching this naked
young blonde, hardly more than a teenager, sucking like the lowest
whore on this animal-prick. Christ, she was obviously enjoying it,
eating and sucking away like a kid working on a candy bar. He could
scarcely believe his eyes; it was more than he'd hoped for! He'd never
have hesitated to do this if he'd known it was going to be like this.
He rammed his loins forward until his long aching cock was hidden in
the wet pinkness of her unprotected, wide-open little pussy. His hotly
gleaming eyes were locked on the salacious sight of his seven-inch
penis disappearing with a slow, slurping sound between the ravaged,
wetly distended lips of her tight young pussy, disappearing inch by wet
inch in the moist, tightly-clasping furrow until his sperm-bloated
balls slung forward and slapped between her smooth, sweat-streaked
thighs. He was delirious with wanton pleasure as he pulled his hairy
pelvis back and withdrew, watching eagerly as the soft, frail pink
flanges of her pussy were pulled out along with the swollen, throbbing
head of his burning organ; then, he rocked forward again and eased his
burning hunger in the warm, soothing depths of her cunt. His breathing
was heavy and fast, and he knew it wouldn't be long before he'd have
reached the ultimate humiliation on this young bitch ... it would only
be seconds before she was carrying his sperm-laden load, before she'd
be filled with his churning white cum. He closed his eyes and pumped
hard and deep into her tortured young belly and waited ... just a
little more, just a little more and she's yours, Henry, all yours.
Sarah couldn't control herself, she was wild with a wracking, alien
passion she'd never felt before. It didn't matter that others were
watching as she debased herself beyond belief, sucking and licking
ravenously on the male animal's throbbing organ. It didn't matter that
she'd never be able to live down this moment, it didn't matter ...
nothing mattered save the insanely burning desire ravishing her
twisted, flaming belly. Where she should have felt shame and horror and
revulsion, there was only lust and an uncontrollable desire for more
... she wanted more! She ground back hard against Henry's powerful
thrusts, feeling her own pussy-walls milking hungrily at his long
shaft, sucking hard to pull every inch of his throbbing thickness far
up inside her, to pull his scalding-hot load from his testicles and
into her belly to quench the scorching flames that raged there. She was
nearly there! Oh, God, just a little more, just a little more!
Her cheeks were hollowed as she sucked faster and faster on the wolf's
long scarlet spear and chewed tenderly on the pungent male animal
organ, swirling her tongue around its pointed tip. Lobo's strong,
sinewy body began to shake and quiver uncontrollably, and suddenly,
without any warning, he growled a low moaning howl of pleasure and
emptied his hotly jetting animal sperm into her eagerly sucking throat.
Her mouth was filled with the great release of thick viscous liquid
that gagged her as it oozed down the back of her throat in a torrent of
warmth. Ravenously, without shame, she sucked and sucked and swallowed
until ...
"Here's some more for you, Sarah baby ... now! Now!" Henry slammed his
pelvis against her upturned ass cheeks and ceased to hold back the
flood of white sperm that spurted into her belly from behind. She was
out of her mind with insane masochistic wantonness! She could barely
manage the sounds as she swallowed the last of the great animal's
squirting load and tried to scream. "Aaaaaawwwwwww ... yes, yes, yes,
... YES! I'M CUMMING! I'M CUMMING!" A kaleidoscope of a million
flashing pin-points of color exploded in front of her eyes; she threw
her head back as Lobo, his animal lust sated, rolled from under her.
She'd never known such fulfillment possible ... she was standing on the
highest, soaring pinnacle of bliss ... her whole naked young body
shivered and answered her wild, uncontrollable desire.
The room reeled around her, and Gloria naked body whirled past ... the
light overhead flared into a searing-hot torch of brightness ... she
was gone! Delicious chills of wicked pleasure rippled like a million
volts of electricity through her nakedly writhing body; her pussy-lips
milked every precious drop of this man's manhood into her belly, and
she could feel--even above her vaginal spasms of release--his hotly
jerking cock emptying itself. She felt his last gasping thrust, felt
his thickened hardness gradually grow limp and lifeless as the colors
gradually faded and the room slowed to a dead-stop. Her still-tight
pussy-tunnel was reluctant to release its love-captive, but he pulled
his rapidly deflating penis from her wet grip with a loud sucking noise
that seemed to fill the room.
Chapter 9
Sarah opened her eyes into another world ... she was beyond all hope
now for certain. Depraved, utterly wallowing in the deepest, darkest
depths of human filth and vileness, and there was nothing she could do
to stop herself. Her mind refused to believe what her senses had told
her ... she couldn't have done that! With an animal, and with these
people watching her like she was no better than an animal herself! She
had actually done it, gone at it like a bitch in heat, taking on the
neighborhood stud in the middle of some park, oblivious to people
around, to curious eyes. I can't believe it, I just can't!
She managed a quick glance at the other man, Al, standing nearly over
her now and stark naked like herself and Gloria. His huge erect prick
was fully hardened and stiff, clutched between his fingers like a
favorite toy. He was wide-eyed from what he had just seen, and like
Sarah, he almost didn't believe it himself. Goddamn ... Gloria may be
one hell of a fuck, but I've got to have me some of this stuff! She's
unbelievable, just unbelievable!
He moved toward her as she eyed him dazedly, not really knowing what he
intended until it was too late. She lay there in near paralysis as he
knelt in front of her, Gloria and Hawkins both watching excitedly as
the third act of their little sex spectacular got into high gear. Al's
eyes mirrored the lustful urge he had no intention of suppressing. His
teeth gleamed through the wicked-mocking grin. Grabbing both ankles, he
spun her onto her back, shoving her legs back tight against her
shoulders, smashing her tender young breasts beneath her upturned
thighs. Her ravaged cunt, still moist and sensitive, was opened to him
like a dinner plate before a starving man.
"No, no, please! Haven't you all done enough to me? I can't stand any
more! Oh God, I can't!" But even as she spoke, she knew the fires the
evil drug had spawned in her belly were still burning strongly. She
held up one arm in protest, but there was no stopping the hulking man
now. Without any hesitation, he probed savagely at her defenseless
upturned vaginal slit with the blunt head of his lust-engorged penis.
He found the pink puckered flanges of her pussy and slipped his
impatiently pulsating cock in a couple of inches. But suddenly,
grinning lewdly ... he pulled the swollen bulbous head from her already
sperm moistened tunnel and lowered his aim, shoving her legs back hard
so that now she was nearly standing on her head, doubled in half from
the pressure of his arm against the back of her firm, trembling thighs.
A cold, frightening chill suddenly raced along her spine, for the
pressure of his hardened penis was pressing against her tightly
puckered anus. The horrible truth about what the huge man was about to
do was relayed to Sarah's numbed brain. It shattered into her head like
a rifle shot.
"Oh my God, no! NO! NO! PLEASE!" Her eyes were wide and white with
fear, "Henry! Somebody! Don't let him do it! Don't ...
AAAAGGGHHHHHHHHH!"
She tried to pull away, but it was too late. Like a pile-driver, the
sex-crazed man sank his massively hardened cock into the helpless young
girl's anus, splitting apart the tight muscular bands and ramming deep
up in her frantically cringing rectum. She screamed loudly again and
again. It felt as if she was being split in half as he drove
mercilessly into the agonized depths of her smooth rubbery tunnel. She
could feel his mammoth hardness burrowing far up into her intestines,
spreading the delicate walls of her virginal little rectum wide apart
as he plowed into her.
Through tear-flooded eyes she saw the outline of another woman, naked
as herself, and felt the woman shoving a lumpy pillow beneath her
defenselessly upturned ass, forcing her anal crevice even higher toward
the man's humping, sweat-matted pelvis.
Al looked down at her with a sneering leer on his lips, beads of
perspiration rolling down his swarthy cheeks. Her beautiful young face
twisted horribly with each painful job Al made into her tightly
clasping depths, her teeth clenched as her pain-contorted lips parted
in a half-cry of soul-rending anguish. She tried to lift her arms, to
fight back, anything to force this devastating assault on her anus to
stop. But it was hopeless. Her feeble blows only glanced off the man's
thick neck, making him laugh in sadistic pleasure. She was impaled
helplessly beneath him; and he wasn't about to pull his hotly throbbing
shaft out of her tight little rectum ... not when he was savoring every
exciting second of his ravishment of this naked young beauty.
Sarah tried to tighten her sphincter muscles, hoping and praying that
she could force the painful intruder from her forbidden orifice but her
on-and-off clenching only seemed to add fuel to the raging savage lust
the naked man was feeling. As the hot muscular walls of her anal
passage squeezed against the impaling length of his lustfully-pulsating
cock, he slammed into her with renewed excitement, burying himself
deeper and deeper in the wretched young blonde's anus. The taut bands
of muscle around the normally tiny opening were stretched almost beyond
endurance to accommodate the log-like pole of his cock, clasping like
over-stretched elastic the hard thick shaft of his manhood, tightly
massaging every long hard inch of its throbbing length.
Her nostrils unconsciously flared at the salacious scent of their
sweating bodies grinding together in the hot stuffy room, the sweat of
her own nakedly ravished body running freely with the musky wetness of
this man. A whiff of pungent sharpness caught her attention--the smell
of her own vaginal secretions was mingling with the tangy, acid scent
of the man's wildly pistoning cock. This incredibly lurid scene ... the
overpowering numbness from the drugs ... the indescribable
salaciousness of being raped and sodomized like this, being used and
manhandled by a stranger, right before the eyes of two others: these
things all coupled together, slowly brought on a change deep in her
ripe young body. Almost indiscernible at first, it was nearly
impossible to feel anything except the constant intense pain. But
something was happening to her, something was changing ...
"She's starting to dig it now, Al boy! Let her have it good! Really
throw it to her!" screamed Gloria, nakedly up on the bed on her knees
now, her eyes glistening hypnotically just a foot from the painfully
stretched nether ring of Sarah's ravaged anal hole, her eyes wide and
glazed as she watched this fantastic performance right in front of her
face.
Sarah felt an involuntary movement beginning that was not of her own
doing; her hips began to arch upward toward the man. The bruised,
battered walls of her rectal passage began to contract involuntarily as
the sheer perverted wickedness of what she was doing began to rattle
through her drugged mind. Her naked torso was coming back to life,
rolling and squirming wantonly from side to side, starting a slow
deliberate rhythm as she slowly ground back up against his loins.
Slowly, undetectably at first, the pain of this brutal, vicious attack
was gradually subsiding. And in its place ... familiar waves of a wild
hungering pleasure began to fan out from her battered rectum, rippling
upward throughout her belly, coming to rest in the bulging peaks of her
straining young breasts, smashed beneath her upturned legs. Her toes
curled tightly against the bottoms of her feet, opening and closing in
perfect harmony with his long, slow thrusts that went so far up into
her belly that they seemed to be coming out her mouth. His thickly
erect cock slipped easily in and out of her tight, constrictive tunnel
now, lubricated with the oozing vaginal flow and the semen impatiently
dribbling from the enormous, throbbing head of his savage rod of steel-
hard flesh.
"Oooooohhh ... Aaaawwwww! Oh God! OH GOD!" Her hands were on his
mammoth shoulders, her nails raking his tough flesh and leaving long
wakes of red as she dug in viciously through his skin.
A whirling melange of thought-pictures raced across the screen of her
mind, jumbled and confusing images of familiar faces in slow-motion,
like a movie running on the wrong speed, slowed by the stupifying
powers of the drugs she had consumed. She thought of her far-away
husband, Jamie ... and of what it would be like to be with him now,
away from this frightening nightmare. Oh, how much she wanted him to
come and save her from this horrible degradation. It was a stupid
thought and she instantly regretted it.
But other thoughts, other feelings, other sensations were bouncing
around in her head too. She recalled the many long empty nights with
Jamie, those endless, agonizing nights when only a few moments of
unbridled passion would have fulfilled the gnawing pain in her loins.
Those nights, those countless nights, when she'd cried herself to
sleep, clutching her belly to keep from screaming in anguish. Holding
her stomach to quench the insistent pain in her loins, the recurring,
all-consuming pain that Jamie could have eliminated so easily ... but
didn't because he was too drunk or too tired.
Suddenly, something snapped deep inside her. The pain was gone,
completely kicked aside by the growing, savage animal passion that had
stealthily slipped from her loins and taken control of her naked body.
"Oh God ... it's so good! It's so good! Oh shit, fuck me! Fuck my ass
so hard! Oh! Oh ... Oh God, I'M CUMMING!"
A long deep moan growled from her lips, her nakedly writhing body
arched hard up against his pelvis as his long thick cock rammed deep
inside her. She screamed again, wordless, gasping cries as a torrent of
her own orgasming juices flooded from her wildly twitching vagina and
drained down the narrow furrows of her buttocks, streaming in a white
warm wave over the huge lust-bloated shaft embedded deep in her rectum.
Spurred on by the sight of her orgasm, Al pumped into her anew,
spreading the cheeks of her naked, unprotected buttocks with his
fingers to allow his thick massiveness even deeper entry to her
frantically puckering orifice. He pulled the immense shaft all the way
out, leaving just the distended, pulsing tip to keep the tiny hole
open, then rammed straight down, sinking deeper and deeper until his
curly-haired pelvis smashed against her naked upturned ass. He could
feel the young girl struggling to open her legs wider, to suck his huge
invading cudgel deeper up into her forbidden orifice in an effort to
swallow him up in the immense raging inferno of her belly.
Sarah was now aware of nothing around her; the room could have been
filled with all her friends, all her relatives, and it wouldn't have
mattered now! Suddenly she was lost in the animal raptures of pure,
undiluted savage passion. She was as nakedly unashamed of her unbridled
lust as Hawkins' wolf had been of his, nothing more than an animal
answering the basest of her baser needs. Every muscle, every nerve in
her trembling body was attuned to his rhythmic, plundering thrusts that
seemed deeper and deeper with every powerful, punishing lunge. She had
become just an extension of his naked manly loins, just another
instrument of the burning savage lust just now about to explode from
his sperm-swollen balls. He reached between the fleshy cheeks of her
buttocks and the cushioning pillow, lifting her even higher, tilting
her up painfully so that his rapidly ramming thrusts were straight down
into the heatedly clenching depths of her rectum.
Sarah was insane with salacious desires! She had not one speck of
control over her body ... it was responding on its own, humping and
writhing as the wildly fucking man bored mercilessly down into the
tight hairless tunnel of her rectum.
And then his long hard cock jerked once and began to spurt ... the
heated, lava-like flow of cum shooting like liquid flames deep up into
her bowels, blasting up into her belly, ripping through her wantonly
squirming body in never-ending spurts. Over and over again the white
flow erupted from the throbbing, blood-swollen head of the huge shaft,
filling the cavernous hollow of her insides and draining over the
tightly sucking muscular ring of her anus. The silver river of cum
streamed in a warm flood down both sides of her creviced bottom,
trickling in twin streams down her upturned back. For the moment, at
least, the flesh of her inflamed passages, had been soothed with an
oozing warm balm.
When every precious drop of cum had been milked from his thick pumping
penis, when every hot spurt had been sucked deep up into her belly, Al
gave one gasping lunge and pulled his now soft, pliable cock from her
still tightly clenching anal grip. He groaned, then collapsed exhausted
beside her on the floor.
Sarah knew this would have to always be the lowest moment of her life.
No matter what came after this, she could never sink so wantonly low
again. She knew that tears should be flooding her cheeks from the vile
and degrading subjugation and humiliation she had just been forced to
endure. But it wasn't that way at all ..
She felt nothing except the warm glowing fullness of her sperm-sloshing
belly, the tingle of satisfaction, at least for now, and she couldn't
pretend otherwise--she liked it. God help her, she liked it!
From the corner of her eye, she saw Henry and Gloria, both excited anew
from this fresh spectacle of sadism and wickedly titillating passion.
Gloria kneeled at his feet and took the whole of his long thick cock,
still marked and glistening wetly with the stains of his violent
assault on the young naked blonde. His eyes closed and a low, quiet
moan came from his lips as she began to suck ... and no matter how hard
she tried to deny it, to fight it ... Sarah could only feel a bit of
envy for the kneeling woman with that big beautiful cock rammed
deliciously down her throat!
Chapter 10
Sarah slept through nearly all of the next day, or the same day really,
as it was getting close to dawn when Hawkins and his friends, including
the four-legged one, left the camper. They had finally been satisfied
and had resumed to the silver-colored trailer for a few hours sleep
before pulling up stakes and hitting the road for Line Creek, their
first scheduled performance.
When Sarah awoke, though she had nearly managed to pull herself out of
her drugged hangover a few times while they were moving along the
gravel highway north, they were already in the tiny mining community of
Line Creek. She opened the door of the camper and stood there for a
long few minutes, just watching numbly as the workers hustled around,
aided by a few temporary helpers Hawkins' advance truck had hustled
together from the locals. The workers were opening up the sides of the
trucks, dropping the panels that covered the wheels and gave the show a
really polished look of professionalism that amazed her after last
night. This looked like an honest-to-God animal show, just like she'd
believed so sincerely before things changed so drastically here in this
camper just so many hours ago ... Christ, was that all some kind of
dream? Is Hawkins' show on the level, or wasn't that real last night?
But Sarah had little time to grasp for such wispy fragments of hope,
for she quickly was spotted by Henry Hawkins. Dropping his work, he
came to her side hurriedly, his face at first blank and expressionless,
then smeared with that same wicked grin she remembered now so clearly
from last night.
"Feelin' all right?" he asked when he was close enough to talk without
being heard by the others.
"Yes," she answered simply, nodding her head.
"There's a little somethin' for you in the camper refrigerator, already
mixed with coke."
Sarah's eyes widened with fear, "No, I won't! You can't make me do that
again! I won't take it!"
His face tightened into a scowl, and he spoke with deliberate slowness,
choosing his words carefully. "You'll take it all right. You only have
to remember last night--all of it--and you'll take it. You'll do it,
Sarah, 'cause you're that kind of woman. I knew it when I first laid
eyes on you. Now think! Think very carefully about last night ... and
then you do as you're told. You've got some work to do tonight, work
that'll make you a lot of money. More than you've ever seen, probably.
So remember, Sarah ... and do as I tell you." And with that he walked
away, leaving her as confused and as frightened as when she first woke
up alone there in the camper. It was like a hellish nightmare ... here
she was practically surrounded by people, most of them probably decent
people, people who would help her out of this Dante's inferno of
wantonness if she only asked ... but it was as if she had been
paralyzed somehow, crippled and unable to move, except to move back
into the camper, to the refrigerator ...
Chapter 11
Like before, Sarah didn't hear anyone enter. Only this time, it wasn't
Henry Hawkins at all, but his hired boy, young Sammy. Sammy wasn't a
day over sixteen, but Sarah could not have failed to notice the way
he'd looked at her whenever they were together in the truck cab. She
could almost feel the intensity of his eagerness, his brash adolescent
desire for her, but she had merely shrugged it off. But that was before
... and nothing was the same now.
She could only assume that she must have fallen unconscious this time,
for she was flat on her back when he entered unannounced, he said with
a message from Hawkins, but his eyes told her something else ... and
now, as last night, Sarah Olsen could not deny the wanton things her
young pertly developed body craved. But more than that now, she didn't
want to deny them ... it wasn't just her body, but her soul that cried
out now ... and there could be no stopping, not now, not ever.
* * *
Sarah was lying on her back on the floor, cushioned from the hardwood
by a thick, shag rug that tickled her naked flesh as she moved against
it. Sammy was somewhere at her feet, only a hazy smear through her
drug-blurred eyes, but kneeling between her opened legs. She watched
and waited, half realizing what was happening, half wanting to stop it
... but unable to control this inferno of passion the strong drugs had
worked up inside her.
She tried to think rationally, to clear her head. But it was
impossible--the harder she concentrated, the brighter the whirling
colored flashes became. She felt a pair of strong young hands grab her
soft pliant thighs just above her knees and push her legs back and up,
until they doubled back against her chest, smashing her sensitive
nipples beneath them.
Sammy dropped his head to her wetly throbbing pussy, first spreading
the soft fluffy down of her sparse young pubic hair with his index
fingers, and then flicking his tongue lizard like into the moist
warmth, wiggling the tip deep between the excitedly pulsating cuntal
folds. Sarah jerked her naked young buttocks down into the rug as an
electrifying lightning bolt charged along her spine and raced through
her body like a crackling wire had been touched to her loins. Her
thighs were held firmly, preventing her from closing her legs and
leaving her pink, voraciously hungry cunt unprotected and vulnerable to
his touch, his to caress and to use. She managed to focus on his form
and saw him wide-eyed and hungry, a teenage sex maniac crouching
between her thighs as she gazed smoky-eyed down over the plane of her
tautly rounded belly. She was helpless, powerless to stop this
perverted ravishment of her femininity.
Sammy was smiling, delighted at the prospect of eating this blonde
girl's succulent pussy; he had always wanted to do something like this,
and with a girl older than he, it was perfect! He hungrily licked his
lips in anticipation.
His eyes met hers and they locked there for an eternity, fathoming the
deep, churning confusion and fear inside her mind; she was petrified
with fright and the rising misgivings at what she was doing ... but
there was another feeling she couldn't deny even to herself. That now-
familiar burning in the pit of her belly, that hot glow that was
throbbing in her loins, that tingling hunger that was quivering in her
widespread pussy. Sammy's lips parted the moist, pink vaginal flanges
to expose the hardened bud of her little clitoris, an erect pink nipple
that seemed to cry out for his touch. He eyed the little tip first,
then, without warning, quickly buried his lips in the damply heated
furrow, his long tongue worming its way deep in between her warmly
clasping pussy walls.
Sarah jerked away again, punctuated this time with a straight-from-the-
gut cry of animal desire as she fought to control the anguished pangs
of drug-induced passion deep inside her.
"Don't ... please don't," she managed, her voice not much above a
whisper. She knew her plea was hollow, meaningless, merely an echo of
what she thought was morally right, not what her body wanted and
needed. Her eyes watched in eagerness as his young head bobbed up and
down between her wide-spread thighs, his tongue hungrily probing her
nakedly exposed vaginal tunnel and licking the sides hotly. He teased
the quivering tip into every warm, wet crevice, into every little
fleshy ridge of her pussy.
Sarah sensed it happening before she could really feel it ... that
certain sixth-sense warning that was triggered just before something
explosive went off in her body. It was there all right ... not fear,
but hunger; a consuming, devouring voraciousness that seemed to emanate
upward from her ravished loins. Her wildly trembling thighs felt as if
someone were tickling her with a huge feather, her naked young body was
aflame with torturing lust, every square inch quivering from a billion
needle pricks of forbidden desire. She couldn't stay motionless; her
legs and arms moved with minds of their own, and her pelvis ground
wantonly up against the youngster's face as she threw her pussy-lips
hungrily against his beautifully licking tongue.
She tried to hold it back at first, tried until her voluptuously
straining body ached from the valiant effort. She tried to keep the
raging lust from engulfing her. But it was useless ... her hot, wildly
excited pussy ached for a man's long hard cock, and there would be
nothing else in her world until that need was answered.
"MMMMMMmmmmm ... it's ... it's nice, so nice ..."
Her body surrendered back to the warm, glowing sensation, her voice now
only a purring mewl as she squirmed harder against Sammy's wetly
nibbling lips, pushing her cock-starved cunt up to meet his long
probing tongue. She moaned loudly as he rolled the sensitive bud of her
clitoris around with his tongue, swirling around the pink, throbbing
knob until she begged him to stop. Wave after wave of insufferable
desire coursed over her tautly rippling belly and her firm young breast
jutted proudly, her nipples achingly hard and pulsing. Slowly at first,
then with breath-taking speed, these assaulting, tides of animal desire
smashed away her fears, her humiliation at losing her dignity like
this, giving herself so vulgarly to this mere teenager. All she could
feel, all she could think of, was his touch, his wet quivering tongue
against her clitoris, his lips hungrily kissing and nibbling at the wet
warm folds of sensitive flesh up between her wide-spread thighs.
As he continued to suck voraciously on the sensitive little bud of her
clitoris, Sarah arched high off the floor, only her shoulders resting
on the rug, her wet, hair-lined cuntal slit grinding frantically
against his face. Her entire naked body jerked spasmodically as his hot
tongue probed deep in the clasping sheath of her vagina; the soft
pulsing cuntal walls tried desperately to squeeze his tongue tight
enough to contain it, to keep the slender, wetly probing tip buried in
her hungry chasm.
Sarah was a seething fireball of desire now. Her eagerly rippling
vagina seemed to grow, seemed big enough to swallow his whole head, to
suck him ravenously into her belly and quench the lewd, insatiable lust
that his touch was fanning inside her. She grabbed at the side of his
face, clutching at his long hair, and pulled him tightly against her
hot, hungrily writhing crotch, burying his face in the moist pungent
furrow of her pussy, pushing his tongue even deeper in her voracious
channel.
But the need was too great; there was only one way to quench the blood-
swirling passion raging in her loins.
"Please ... fuck me! Fuck me, please!" she begged, her eyes wide with
an animal fury. "Fuck me ... Fuck me! FUCK ME!"
Sammy stopped his teasing play, pulled his tongue from her wetly
clasping vagina. "Sure, baby ... I think you're about ready for me!" he
said in adolescent toughness.
She thought of someone seeing her like this, but it didn't matter.
Nothing mattered but that long hard pole of flesh she glimpsed as Sammy
pulled his head from between her legs and kneeled just inches away from
her upturned, frantically grinding loins.
But the young boy was taking his time, savoring every golden second of
this, enjoying the thrill and excitement of making this beautiful
blonde squirm with anticipation ... he wanted her just right, begging
for his cock, pleading with him to answer the overpowering need in her
belly. Just another few seconds, he thought, just another few seconds
and she'll be perfect!
He pushed her legs harder against her softly flattened breasts and
positioned himself. Hesitating a second he yanked a cushion from the
bed and slid it under the smooth rounded globes of her ass, lifting her
easily with one hand. Yes, that's perfect ... just the right angle.
I'll be ramming right up her throat from here! Christ, has she ever got
a sweet little cunt on her! Look at that thing, just quivering and
sucking ... man, she'll pull my balls off with that tight little pussy!
Goddamn, what a piece of tail!
Sarah looked at Sammy and for an instant he reminded her of the surfers
from California she'd seen in magazines, the tall blonde muscle-boys
with wet hair. He was incredibly well built, and that long hard cock of
his wouldn't have shamed a grown man twice his size. She closed her
eyes again and the picture vanished ...
The thin, hair-fringed crevice of her naked vagina was quivering with
the maddening desire that had taken control of her body and mind. Her
eyes were tightly clenched, it didn't matter whose hotly throbbing
penis was teasing the warm soft lips of her pussy. It could have been
her own lost husband ... it could have been a thousand others. At this
moment, nothing mattered but feeling that rock-hard shaft buried deep
inside her, to feel the walls of her hungry slit close tightly around
the bucking and rearing pole and suck it frantically up into her womb.
She ground her crotch desperately up to reach the elusive rod.
"Oh, no ... now please!"
She was going stark-raving mad without a man inside her; she'd lose her
mind without relief.
"Fuck me, honey! Stick it up in me! Stick it up in me hard! Split me
open with your big cock!"
She reached for it clumsily, her reflexes still slowed by the drugs,
but her fingers found the thick fleshy shaft. She stroked its heated
length almost deliriously with her fingertips, pulling it toward her
warmly clasping vagina, feeling his manhood grow even harder and longer
at her touch. She could feel the swollen knob on the end of it fill
with hot swirling blood as the heatedly pulsating shaft brushed her
vaginal lips ever so lightly.
Sammy could hold back his charge no longer, and without warning snapped
his loins forward ... "AAAAAAwwwwww ..." Sarah cried out in sharp pain
as the long hard pole slipped wetly inside and rammed its way to the
hilt far up inside her drug-crazed cunt. She was forced back brutally
to the floor as he jammed into her with all the fury of his virile
young body behind his first thrust. The soft pliant walls of her
vagina-rippled aside in warm pink waves as his hotly pulsing cock drove
up against the sensitive tip of her cervix.
She gasped an unintelligible cry, then, "Oh God, it's killing me ...
it's so deep! It's so deep inside me!" It was longer than she had
expected, and it hurt.
Sammy hesitated not an instant, but pulled his lust-hardened shaft out
of her until just an inch remained between her wet moistly sucking
pussy lips, then rammed it home again, once more sinking into her
tightly clasping sheath until his -pubic hair matted with her and his
balls slapped loudly and obscenely in the upturned defenseless furrow
of her ass. The powerful youth didn't ease his relentless rhythm for an
instant; he knew he had her off balance and teetering on the brink of
insanity from the wild fucking he was giving her. Sarah's eyes were
open, but she saw nothing, just an endless array of bright flashing
colors, a psychedelic merry-go-round of reds and yellows and purples
that whirred by her eyes.
"Getting to you, right. Don't tell me you've never had it so far down
before ... feels nice, right sweetheart?" His voice had the phony
arrogance of a teenage street fighter.
He was taunting her, adding to the humiliation she knew she should have
felt. But there was no embarrassed anguish, no abject degradation ...
nothing but the insatiable hunger in her belly for his seething hot
load of male sperm.
Lunge after pistoning lunge disappeared in her warm juicy tunnel, every
virile thrust sending another fresh wave of ecstasy through her nakedly
writhing body. Her rippling pussy walls tightly gripped the long hard
intruder, only letting go reluctantly as the glistening wet shaft
slithered out, then back in, sinking each delicious time to the very
base of his rigid young cock.
Sarah couldn't see anyone now, just the blurry outline of the naked boy
who was fucking her like she'd never been fucked before, and she was
responding with every cell, every fiber of her very being. Sammy pumped
his hotly throbbing flesh into her again and again, her nibbling
vaginal lips clinging to the thick white shaft as it slid wetly from
her clasping grasp.
"Oh God ... oh God," she moaned like a broken record endlessly
repeating itself.
She knew she couldn't stop what was happening ... and she knew she
wouldn't, even if she could. She was soaring on rocketing pinnacles of
sexual wantonness, sexual abandonment she'd never have guessed
possible. She was feeling a newly released sexuality, a newly freed
lasciviousness that was beyond her wildest fantasies. This young boy, a
stranger until this moment, was doing incredible, unbelievable things
to her ... he was taking her places she'd never dreamed existed. And
she could not stop him ... she wouldn't!
Sammy could see she was truly all his now--his living love-slave, his
to use any way he desired. She was ready and eager to take anything he
could dish out ... He smiled as he looked at her voluptuously naked
form doubled beneath his thrusts, her long blonde hair spilling around
her head like a halo. He slowed the relentless, deep jabs to a steady
pumping rhythm, fucking in and out of her with smooth, easy strokes.
And then she felt the first incredible waves of ecstasy moving outward
from the pit of her belly to the tightly clasping pink lips of her
pussy which still tautly gripped the hard thick shaft of his penis.
"Oh Goddamn," she screamed. "That's it, lover! Fuck me, fuck me ...
FUCK ME!"
Chapter 12
Sarah scarcely remembered being helped from the camper and led along
the dirt path that led to one of the show's biggest transfer vans, a
huge blue one emblazoned with Henry Hawkins' advertising along its full
length. It was dark, late it seemed as she walked gingerly, barefoot,
along the trail. Someone was leading her. Was it Sammy? Sweet young
Sammy? Or was it Henry? Or was it someone else she'd never seen before?
Henry's advance men had done their work well, and the wives and kiddies
that had viewed the show's menagerie that afternoon before sunset were
all safely home out of sight. Only the single men and those married
ones sly enough or bold enough to manage a night out alone were packed
six abreast into the smoky, almost airless truck when she was helped
into the wide rear doors. She couldn't see their faces, just a swirling
sea of bodies and eyes and teeth and legs ... and cocks, she could only
hope, God how she hoped there were lots of them! Henry's magic had
worked again, though she could not remember taking another dose of the
passion-swelling potion after Sammy arrived. But she must have ... why
else this raging hot burning again up between her legs, this rutting
agony of desire that could only be quenched one way. And tonight she
knew the way ... there would be no need for encouragement, no reason
for subterfuge of deceit. Tonight the beautiful young blonde, clad now
only in her brassiere and panties as she was paraded in before these
men who had paid ten dollars for the show she was about to give them,
was eager enough on her own ... eager for anything as long as it would
give her the lascivious excitement she cried out for with every pore,
every cell, of her half-naked young body.
Numbly, feeling nothing but the fire in her naked belly, she was led
like a slave girl to the front of the enclosed van where a tattered,
uncovered mattress lay on the bare floor, marked off from the rest of
the area by a tautly-stretched rope that the men from the mining camp
were pressed against as thick as flies. She didn't feel it at all as
her wrists were strapped with nylon clothesline to two rings in the
floor that were used for restraining the heavy steel cages when they
were on the move. She did not offer any opposition because she was
aware of nothing to oppose ... nothing existed in the universe except
the red-hot moist flesh of her drug-crazed vagina and this wonderful
crowd of men.
A short fat man, dressed in the sweat-soaked clothes of a worker,
entered and closed the doors behind him. His eyes flickered in
appreciation when he saw the delicious young feast spread defenselessly
on the mattress.
The worker removed his shirt, silently staring at her with undisguised
rapaciousness visible in his eyes. His huge barrel chest, covered with
ape-like hair, rose and fell in short puffing gasps as he dropped his
pants to the floor. His short fat cock jerked into view beneath an
overhanging roll of fat from his white belly.
Sarah's eyes bulged in terror. The drug! The drug! Why didn't it work!
She felt only fear, not the blind lust that she now craved like a
junkie craves heroin.
And, suddenly, it did, but not the way she had expected. The first
piercing warning came as the man leaned gleefully over the edge of the
mattress and began running his rough callused hands over her smooth,
cringing young flesh.
Her reaction was violent! A deep indescribable electrifying shock shot
through the frayed nerve-ends of her body like a thousand tiny sharp
needles. Laughing red devils danced wickedly along the inner softness
of her firmly quaking thighs. Her buttocks ground desperately into the
mattress to quench a searing hot flame suddenly licking hungrily at her
nakedness. It was futile, the fire roared headlong out of control. She
lay immobile for a moment, her mind struggling hopelessly against the
pinpricks of sensation following the path of the coarse fingers digging
so brutally into her flesh. God, Henry must have given me a double
dose!
The first man played with her, unaware of the hopeless battle raging
within the tortured young girl beneath his kneading hands. He placed
his thumbs on the fleshy lips of hair lining the outside of her cunt
and pulled slowly apart as though he were splitting tropical fruit.
Sarah lay holding her breath and fighting with all her moral strength.
It was not enough, for her resistance shattered almost immediately.
She groaned as the exquisite feeling of cool air rushed over the
fevered bud of her rising clitoris. It rippled up her now quivering
belly and out into the nipples of her ripely throbbing breasts,
drowning out the debasing humiliation of the strange hands roaming over
her nakedness. The straining muscles of her thighs began to relax as
did her white ivory breasts that rose and fell with each labored
breath.
The man's tongue licked nervously at his thick mouth, small beads of
sweat formed over his upper lips as he watched the gradual
transformation of the voluptuous young girl beneath his stroking
fingers. He did not understand and did not care, he would not question
a gift like this--only a fool would.
He could not wait. He pushed her unresisting firm thighs wide with the
rough palms of his hands and crawled eagerly between their lush
fullness. The devils danced faster around the rough pink edges of
Sarah's naked cunt as she felt the mattress sink from his weight. Her
hotly throbbing pussy felt like a painfully aching hollow pit in her
stomach and it had to be filled. Her eyes locked greedily on the thick
cock pulsating out from his kneeling body above her.
Suddenly forgotten were the fears of humiliation. She needed but one
thing now; she needed that long hard cock! More than anything else in
the world, she needed the relief that only a man's virile penis could
bring her.
Even as her mind fought the repulsive sight of the kneeling fat body
hovering between the slimness of her wide-stretched thighs, her long
tapered legs kicked out uncontrollably and her heels curled around his
hips in an animal-like eagerness. She jerked forward wildly, pulling
him, with a grunt, heavily down on top of her sensually writhing body.
He guided his thick blood-filled cock-head straight into her wetly
foaming cunt, his heavy weight smashing her far down into the mattress.
As she squealed in pain and ecstasy, he levered up, ramming his rock-
hard shaft as deep as it would go into her hungrily clasping pussy. His
heavy, sperm-laden balls smacked loudly against her upturned ass as his
long hard length bored hotly into the yielding softness of her rippling
young belly.
Sarah strained against the cords but they held, cruelly cutting into
her wrists, as she tried to get even closer to him, crying out in a
savage demand to go "deeper, fuck deeper!"
"Fuck harder, fuck deeper!" she screamed at him in desperation, causing
the bug-eyed spectators to edge even closer to the make-shift stage.
They watched as the man grasped her nakedly grinding ass cheeks in both
hands and drove his thick stubby cock to the hilt. A low murmur of
sympathy went up in the audience; it was obvious that his fleshy staff
was much too short to put out the fire raging in the young girl's cunt.
Sarah groaned in frustration, splaying her legs wide out over the bed
to give him greater access, but even that did not help.
As if in apology, the sweating fat man rammed his tongue deep into her
wide-open mouth, the saliva drooling down into her throat. She sucked
at it in a wild frenzy, her drug-crazed body caught up in a whirlpool
of raw lust that she had never known before. His wildly jerking cock
pistoned into her mercilessly as he sought to make up for his lack of
length, and his pile-driving thrusts brought gasps of pain from the
captive blonde as his pelvis smacked loudly against her crotch.
Sarah moaned again, this time in encouragement, for the man was
bringing her to the peak with the brutal pounding of his body alone.
Then--suddenly--as she bucked uncontrollably beneath him, she felt his
rapidly plunging cock stiffen without warning and begin spewing its
white-hot liquid far into the hidden recesses of her tortured womb.
Sarah groaned in frustration. It was too soon, too soon! She was almost
there, the climatic peak was but a second away. She strained crazily to
cum and get release, but the man's dead weight collapsed heavily across
her still driving body. The useless deflated penis hung spent and wetly
glistening between her churning thighs.
Frantically she buffeted her wetly steaming loins up against his
flaccid tube, tears of angry frustration running down her lust-
contorted face. She screamed in anguish as he rolled from her nakedly
buffeting body, breathing heavily in satiation ... he had gotten more
than his money's worth. He smiled happily and a bit sheepishly at the
spectators who were moving restlessly; their whispers sounded like the
first-zephyrs of an approaching storm.
The fire burned on in Sarah, even as the man left the roped area.
Impatiently, she waited for the next customer, grinding her buttocks
into the mattress in anticipation.
Oh God, she sobbed, the hunger coursing through her like a narcotic.
I'm going crazy, crazy. Send me someone! Send me someone!
Henry's head suddenly appeared at the door; a grin of satisfaction was
on his lips as he saw Sarah's drugged body frantically writhing out of
control on the bed. Henry had many clients waiting, and the potion
would last for hours. The girl was beyond objecting to anything now. In
fact, he thought happily, she would welcome it.
Sarah's eyes were glazed in an all-encompassing desire. Her earlier
prayers for blessed unconsciousness had faded, now she wanted only to
feel the deliciousness of a man fucking wildly into her. She wanted her
belly filled with great warm pools of cum and feel it sloshing around
wetly inside her.
Hurry, Henry, hurry, her mind droned drunkenly, bring me one. Bring me
a man or I'll die!
She did not have long to wait. An old man on crutches hobbled in, his
eyes shining in lust. He had only one leg and his clothes were filthy
and stained. They looked as though they had not left his body in
months. Sarah's passion was beyond caring now, he was a man! A man with
a nice hard cock that could slice into her fearfully burning pussy.
That was all that mattered.
Hurry, you bastard, hurry, raced through her mind desperately. She
opened her legs wide, pointed the dripping hair-lined slit of her cunt
directly at the lewdly grinning cripple, grinding her femaledom up with
her tightly clenched ass in an equally lewd invitation to spur him to
speed.
He lost no time in tearing his ragged clothes from his unwashed body.
He hadn't believed the news in the town street, nor the price ... three
dollars! All that would buy in the whorehouse of Dawson Creek was a fat
old hag who had been used up years before and who would lie drunkenly
under you thinking of the booze she could buy with the money from this
trick. But this was different! She was young, and her flesh was firm.
It had been many long years since he had fucked anything even
approaching this. Nowadays he could not afford the young ones in the
houses and even if he could they would turn him down because of his
nauseating appearance. He could not believe his luck with this one;
Christ, she was begging him for it with her obscene gestures and loud
groans. He would use his ten minutes well with this crazy-to-be-fucked
little bitch.
He hobbled to the bed and without ceremony, threw the stump of his
missing leg over Sarah's nakedly squirming young body. He straddled her
stomach awkwardly. The soft whiteness of tautened belly brushed
tantalizingly against the wrinkled sack of his heavily dangling balls
causing his ancient penis to jerk in anticipation. He moved forward
along her nakedly writhing torso and laid his still semi-soft penis in
the warm fleshy valley between her ripely quivering breasts. He cupped
a hand on either side of the feverishly straining mounds and pushed
them together, trapping his long, awakening cock between them. He had
always wanted to do this but none of the Dawson Creek whores would ever
let him. Now with this young bitch's hands tied over her head, she
could not object. Besides, Hawkins said anything went as long as he
didn't hurt her physically.
Sarah, beneath him, could feel the bones of his thin buttocks pressing
painfully into her ribs as he rocked forward. He had straddled her so
suddenly that she had been taken completely unaware. She needed him in
her--but not like this. She tried desperately to wriggle up the
mattress under him but he rode with her firm young body.
"No, no, please not that way, not that way," she cried in frustration
as she looked down her nose and watched the red bulbous cock-head
sliding back and forth between her tightly held breasts. She could feel
it begin to heatedly throb against the sensitive tissue of her skin,
sending further sheets of hot licking flame racing down to the
quivering slit of her palpitating cunt.
"Oh God no! Fuck me, please! Please!" she begged as he began a rocking
motion, sliding his blue veined cock faster and faster between her
warmly straining breasts. Spit dripped from his sun-cracked lips,
falling onto the narrow fleshy valley and lubricating the passage for
the hotly pulsating penis as it fucked the soft warmness between her
breasts.
The cripple continued his desperate thrusting--faster--faster--his
breath coming in quick labored gasps, until before her horror-stricken
eyes, the man groaned loudly and stiffened; his long-stored cum began
spurting in sticky hot streams over her naked breasts, spewing its vile
warmth up against her chin and face. It ran down her shoulders and
throat in wet white rivulets, soaking the mattress beneath.
"Get in me, get in me! Now! Now!" she raved, her head thrashing from
side to side in bitter defeat. "Why didn't you? Why didn't you?" she
shouted up at him through hate-filled eyes, her arms straining at the
binding cords like a mad woman. She cursed his impotency with all the
foul words that came to her lust deranged mind.
"Send me a man! Henry, you son of a bitch! Send me a man!" she screamed
at the top of her lungs. Her wildly pulsating cunt was a steaming
cauldron now that twitched like a nerve out of control. Her body was
going to explode into a million fiery particles if someone didn't stuff
a cock into her soon--she sobbed hysterically, crying out for
deliverance.
The cripple dressed and hobbled hurriedly from the van, fearful that
this lunatic might break loose from her bonds and do him bodily harm.
He ignored the jeering catcalls of the other spectators--he had gotten
what he wanted.
As Sarah watched him disappear through the doors, she suddenly gasped
and held her breath, for his bent-over form was replaced by the shadow
of the biggest man she had ever seen. He stooped as he entered to keep
from hitting his head against the frame.
He was jet black! Her pleading froze in her throat. Desire, suddenly
replaced by fear, withered in her body. He would kill her!
"I've brought you a man, honey," Henry's voice cooed from behind the
giant black. "I've given him a discount to let some of the others
watch. You must perform well," he chortled happily. "They are paying a
lot for a good exhibition, and we can't disappoint them, can we!"
"Ohh, please, no," Sarah whimpered, a battle raging between her mental
revulsion, and the drug-fed fire of lust raging inside her crazed young
body. "I can't, I can't ... he's too big. He'll kill me! Not with him,
please!"
Without speaking, Hawkins gave her a cold-steel stare that would have
curdled fresh milk. His glance was more fearful than what the black man
would do to her; she knew she was beaten again--she would have to do
whatever he wished of her.
She was dimly aware, through drug glazed eyes, of the leering faces
crowded into the small room. Would they ever stop coming? They were
lining the walls and hanging over the rail closest to her, packing the
small chamber until the air became hot and almost unbearable from their
sweating, grimy unwashed bodies. There seemed to be horribly grotesque
faces peering down at her. Some toothless and unshaven, some marred by
accident or design, but all wide-eyed and eager for the cruel
ravishment of the quivering young blonde before them to begin.
When the room was jammed with straining men, Hawkins motioned for Al to
lock the door, cutting off the last entrance for fresh cool air. The
odor was heavy and pressed down on Sarah like an invisible musty cape.
She struggled for breath, her lungs sucking in great gasps, fighting to
maintain consciousness.
Henry nodded his head at the panting black who began eagerly stripping
his clothes from his glistening, muscular body. His pants fell to the
floor, causing a murmur of fevered approval to ripple through the
excited crowd. His giant ebony cock reared out from his black muscular
stomach like a third arm with a huge tightly balled fist at the end. It
was at least ten inches long and two inches thick, and the two great
sperm inflated balls hanging at the base gave it the frightening
appearance of a cannon ready to fire.
Sarah jerked her tightly clenched eyes open at the ripple of noise
running through the room, her shocked gaze locking on the monstrous
shaft pointing directly at her. She gasped in terror, drawing her
thighs tightly together in anguished fear, her mouth dropping loosely
open in astonished belief.
It couldn't be true. He would split her right in half! Horrible visions
of her ripped torn body flickered wildly through her cringing mind.
They couldn't do it! They wouldn't!
The black stepped to the bed, the crowd closing behind him to get a
closer look at the unbelievable spectacle about to take place before
them. Helpful hands from the side of the mattress grasped harshly at
Sarah's tightly clenched ankles, pulling them brutally open. Her
delicate pink slit nestling in the soft pubic hair burst into full view
of the spectators at the end of the bed. The others strained closer
around the bedside to get their look at the wetly palpitating treasure
of the struggling girl. Over-anxious hands reached out to pinch quickly
at the white full breasts above, digging harshly for a stolen moment,
and then disappearing anonymously back into the crowd.
The black giant climbed up between her widespread frantically trembling
legs. The restraining hands on her ankles levered them up off the bed
and back over her head until the soles of her upside down feet were
touching the headboard in a great "V" about four feet apart. Sarah's
face contorted in anguish, every muscle in her body felt as though it
were stretched beyond all human endurance. The flat plane of her soft
hair-covered pussy was presented to the kneeling giant in defenseless
sacrifice. It was his, his to plunder at will.
He grinned down at it, his lips bared back over the white ivory of his
teeth in unbridled lust. He stroked his massively thick cock with both
hands in greedy preparation for the assault on the helpless, up-turned
cunt in front of him. His body swayed on his knees like a stalking
cobra, the glistening ebony skin shining in the dim light of the single
bulb hanging above. He shuffled forward slowly, his pelvis and great
bulging black cock shoved out and quivering like a savage limbo dancer
caught in the hypnotic throes of a primeval jungle ceremony.
Sarah, through wide-split thighs, watched in awed terror as the
writhing black torso advanced toward her helpless aperture. She could
not turn her eyes from the vile instrument that was, in a moment, to
cleave through her nakedly bound body in vicious rape. She was
mesmerized into abject stillness.
Suddenly, without warning, the swaying black jerked his pelvis back and
his head came forward and down in a dark blur, his gleaming ivory teeth
fastening into the soft warm flesh of her belly. A tiny nip at her
navel and his tongue began a slow tantalizing exploration of her
whiteness, following the path of light fuzz down to the flanges of her
fearfully cringing pussy. He spread her blushing pussy lips with his
fingers and then, with a maddening liquid suck of his lips, drew the
tiny pink bud of Sarah's throbbing clitoris into his hotly voracious
mouth. He nibbled at it with the sharp tips of his teeth, feeling the
nerve ending become erect and jerking back to life from the softness
that fear had brought.
Sarah clenched her eyes tightly shut against the whirl-pools of
sensation that were shooting out of control against her loins. She
fought with all her inner strength against the gross betrayal by her
drugged young body. Thoughts of Jamie and the life and children they
could have had filled her head. No, no, she must not let them win. She
mustn't! She mustn't! No matter what, I can't become just a toy for all
these men!
But suddenly, the huge black's tongue snaked forward, burrowing up her
hotly quivering cunt like a racing lizard. The shock rippled crazily up
her spine to the base of her skull where it shattered in a cascade of
rapidly growing wantonness which--like a warm flood-tide--inundated her
whole body. Her hungry young loins jerked involuntarily forward,
burying the man's flicking tongue to its roots. Erotic fire replaced
fear and all else.
She was nothing but a cunt, oh God, only a cunt! Her entire being was
suddenly a great open cavern that had to be filled, that had to be
gorged and stuffed with hot male flesh. Nothing else mattered now; not
principles, not humiliation, just the flicking reality of the probing
tongue that had now crawled out from between her hot steaming furrow
and was tracing tiny wet circles up her body.
"Ohh, ohh, yess, yesssss, suck my tits, yes, like that, like that! Bite
me! Aaaaaaggggggg!"
It moved up over her throat, licking at her nose and eyes and cheeks,
the thick warm saliva soaking her skin. She rotated her lust-contorted
face around searching with her open mouth for the wet fleshy tongue
that was bringing her so much pleasure. She found it and sucked it deep
into her throat with a low animal moan.
Now her pelvis was grinding frantically, searching with her gaping hot
pussy for that monstrous pole that was going to rip her belly asunder.
The lust-incited crowd around the mattress gasped as the great bulging
cock-head found the tiny pulsating opening to her pussy. It jostled for
a moment against the pink, ragged edges of flesh, then insinuated
itself gently between her wetly quivering vaginal lips.
Then with a flick of the hips, the grinning black forced the blood-
filled tip brutally just beyond the throbbing lips of her hair-lined
cunt, stretching the resisting rubbery flesh almost to the bursting
point.
Sarah threw her head wildly to the side and screamed, "AAAAAggggg!
Don't ... Jesus, don't, you're hurting me-eeee-ee!"
The massively throbbing penis sank in another cruel inch, the
struggling girl trying desperately to kick her legs free and escape the
punishing impalement. Several pairs of eagerly restraining hands of the
spectators grabbed her legs and ankles again tightly back against the
bedstead. In her wild passion a moment ago she had overestimated her
hideously stretched vagina's capacity. This giant of a man's cock was
too big, she could never take it in a million years. It was splitting
her tight young cuntal lips terribly; the pain was unbearable as it
rocketed through her bound and captive body like tiny sharp probing
needles.
The giant black levered up on his hands in the push-up position and
flicked again--his grin widening--as his hotly throbbing relentless,
pole of flesh slid in another excruciating inch.
"Uunuunuuuungggggggggg!"
Another inch--
"AAAAAAAaaaagggggg!"
Hot stale breaths coursed over her nakedly sweating body as the men
crowded closer. Their faces hung over the bed within inches of her
straining young body, watching hypnotically this lush white beauty
being fucked and skewered like a medieval slave by the giant,
glistening, ebony-skinned man.
She was dimly aware of hands digging at her ripely sensitive breasts
from the leering crowd and fingers clawing over every part of her naked
flesh until it felt as though she were covered with tiny crawling
animals trying to enter every pore of her helpless young body. The room
had become a giant octopus with thousands of grasping tentacles
reaching out obscenely to crush her in her helplessness.
"Nooo ... Noooooooo!" she sobbed hysterically, tears gushing like hot,
salty fountains from her open but unseeing eyes.
Her sobbing, struggling protests and resistance brought a sudden
crushing thrust from the black that plowed the giant ebony cock deep
into her tightly resisting passage, pushing great ripples of soft pink
flesh in rolling waves before it. Sarah jerked convulsively as the
great hot shaft raced into her belly like a runaway freight train
smashing all resistance. It was an uncontrolled monster ramming in
between her widespread legs, filling her every crevice and pushing her
inner organs into tiny tight balls that could not breathe or move. It
felt as though it were a python coming out her throat, out her mouth to
curl around her shoulders and neck to crush her life away. It was
ripping her very soul from her body and devouring it in great gulps of
depraved sensuality.
Suddenly it stopped. With an earth-shattering jolt, the giant's pelvis
thudded heavily into her defenselessly upturned crotch. The monstrous
sperm-inflated balls smacked loudly into the frantically trembling
crevice of her ass. The huge ebony cock lay embedded to the hilt inside
Sarah's cringing young cunt like an ancient impaling torture device.
He held still above for a moment until the bereaved girl beneath him
adjusted to the presence of the huge member implanted in her soft white
belly. He watched her until her pain-contorted face began a slow
relaxation, the tightly gnashed teeth opening in surprised adjustment.
"A-Aaaaaah," her lips breathed in welcome relief as the pain subsided
to a point where she could feel his long hard cock throbbing hotly
inside her belly.
He flexed the giant head, bringing a deep groan from her lips, her
teeth reclenching. He flexed again--another groan. Again--a lesser
groan this time, as her hot narrow passage grew accustomed to the
increasing size. Then he began a slow revolving motion with his pelvis,
grinding his massively thick cock tightly into her tight little pussy,
expanding the still cringing walls of her wetly pulsating vagina until
it fit like a well-tailored glove.
The spectators' hot, unbelieving eyes peered lustfully within inches of
the huge buried penis, amazed that the tiny cuntal opening they had
seen moments before was capable of swallowing all of the fantastically
thick shaft. Hands from the crowd rubbed lewdly over the moon-shaped
cheeks of her nakedly quivering buttocks. From both sides of the
mattress, fingers pulled cruelly at her fleshy hair-covered pussy lips
and ripe young breasts. A fingertip probed under the heavily dangling
balls and found her tiny puckered anus, flicking teasingly at it like
another tongue. She winced as it suddenly popped through the tightly
clenched nether ring and dug deeply at the soft rubbery flesh inside.
It moved around, expanding the crinkled little hole until the palm of
the intruding hand lay flat against her ass cheeks, the whole finger
sunk safely inside the hotly throbbing tunnel.
Now the black began a painful sawing motion in and out of Sarah's
moistly stretched pussy, thrusting forward mercilessly from the apex of
his withdrawal and battering her cock-hungry young body hard against
the mattress. The finger embedded far up in her ass joined the slowly
pistoning cock in a rhythmic fucking duo that brought groans of pain
and gasps of lewd pleasure gushing from the lips of her moaning mouth
in time to their simultaneous tempo.
The pain was easing and a weird sensation of happiness tingled through
her nakedly helpless body. The outrageous debasement and subjugation
brought a strange masochistic pleasure flooding through her blood
stream. Her hips began unconsciously gyrating in an abandoned rhythm
with the increasing speed of the great, lust-thickened cock and finger
fucking her. It seemed as though a thousand helpful hands groped at her
from the leering faces surrounding them, all hands of men who would
help her achieve the release she needed.
"Ohhh yes, yesss, fuck me like this. Oh shit yes, fuck me like this,"
she crooned, squirming her body lewdly around among the myriad of hands
and fingers that crawled over the lushly voluptuous flesh.
She opened her eyes. Cocks were everywhere now. The men around the
mattress had pulled them out and were stroking them over her in time to
the black and white flesh smacking together before them. Long ones,
short ones, fat ones, she was in a great cock heaven, surrounded by
them--a prisoner of them--and all the time while the great black
glistening pole fucked madly into her, expanding with each stroke like
a giant balloon, the finger drubbing into her rectum like still another
cock. The young blonde was a prisoner, a helpless captive to the
delicious rape of her heatedly pulsating cunt and anus--trapped between
them like a helpless insect.
"Oh God, don't stop! Oh fuck, don't ever stop!" she grunted into the
thick stale air, frantically gyrating her upturned ass faster and
faster, trying to keep up with the wonderful poles of flesh and finger
that rammed into her belly like tireless fucking machines. She felt hot
fleshy objects dropped into her tightly bound hands on either side of
the mattress and other hands press her fingers around them. She could
tell by their warm pulsations that they were penises, and she began a
hard vicious stroking in time to the communal rhythm. But then, all too
soon, she felt the long hard shaft of flesh pummeling into her wetly
throbbing cunt expanding almost to the bursting point.
"No! No! Wait, wait!" she screamed in desperation, but it was too late.
The great black's eyes rolled around helplessly in his head as his huge
churning balls began pumping spurt after spurt of hot white cum deep
into her contracting belly. She ground her hungry wet pussy up tightly
against his pelvis to stop the flow for a moment, but her very
eagerness defeated her desperate purpose. The nibbling clasp of her
starving vaginal muscles milked it clean, the last drop of his hot load
sloshed around deep inside her lust-dilated womb.
The giant rolled useless and drained from her wildly squirming form,
helped by a dozen eager hands clawing to take his place. A thin string
of white sticky liquid trailed from his cock over her leg to the floor
where he collapsed in exhaustion.
"Ten dollars, my friends, ten dollars," she could hear dimly through
the muffled confusion of the noise, and caught a glimpse of Henry
desperately reaching over heads for the freely offered bills like an
excited circus barker.
Her hips jerked up automatically to receive the hurried thrust of a
short fat man who had replaced the black giant between her legs. He
rammed into her like a jack-hammer, needing no foreplay to incite him.
The spectacle had been enough. They raced wildly together for the
climax Sarah had been so cruelly deprived of when the giant had
deserted her.
It hit her suddenly, like a god's fist in the stomach. Great waves of
searing, indescribably joy coursed through her shamelessly aroused
young body with the power of a thousand lightning bolts, curling the
tips of her toes and fingers like burning twigs on a bonfire.
The fat man's wildly jerking cock spat uncontrollably into her at
almost the same moment that the palms of her bound hands were flooded
with the hot sticky fluid of the ejaculating penises enclosed in her
fists. Great pools of cum clung stickily to her as she saw still other
madly exploding cocks spurting at her body from the sides of the bed.
She wallowed lewdly around in it, punishing and debasing herself in
maniacal arousal, the odor rushing through her nostrils, as her own cum
gushed hotly from between her legs, soaking the mattress beneath her
wildly grinding buttocks.
The bodies came on and on, spurred by her screaming supplications for
further and further humiliation. Her hair was matted thickly with the
pungent fluid now, and her cum-glistening body was covered from head to
foot. She squirmed wetly on her back in it as she was buffeted up and
down the mattress by one rampaging man after another. It seemed it
would never stop.
Suddenly, Henry grinned to himself. It was going too slow. There was an
even better way to handle this volume of business. After all, the bitch
was screaming for it. He would make sure she got more.
He held back the next man in line and reaching the bed, cut her bonds.
"Turn over," he commanded.
Without hesitation, the young blonde girl rolled her battered body over
in the slippery pools of cum, resting heavily on her stomach.
"Now kneel," he ordered to the half conscious girl again. He grabbed
impatiently at her hips and helped her to her knees. She rested panting
for a moment on all fours, her nakedly gleaming buttocks high in the
air and her face pushed into the bed. Her eyes were glazed thickly from
the ravishment her body was enduring.
Henry directed the waiting traffic like an experienced policeman on a
busy intersection.
Sarah felt heavy hands on her hips from a nameless body suddenly
kneeling behind and between her open thighs. She eagerly waved the
stretched moons of her buttocks back at him, feeling the blunt end of
his hot throbbing cock pressing into the now dripping slit of her
crotch. With a grunt, he shoved cruelly forward, burying his
impatiently pulsating manhood deep up her crevice, causing her to jump
forward in surprise at the sudden lunge.
Her face ran head on into another waiting long rigid cock that rammed
without warning into her wetly gaping mouth. The man was kneeling on
the mattress in front of her grasping both sides of her head vice-like
between his strong callused hands and holding it firm. He sawed into
her face viciously, as though it were a softer--warmer--more delicious
cunt. Sarah gagged as he rammed it halfway down her throat, the full
length disappearing into her tightly ovalled lips almost to the hilt.
His sperm-bloated balls slapped harshly against her chin, the soft fuzz
covering them tickling like a light airy feather. She struggled to
breath, catching small gasps of air on the out-stroke.
"Oh, God," she groaned as they buffeted her back and forth like a rag
doll between them, using her nakedly helpless body as a great
receptacle into which they would pump their burning sperm. She was no
longer human but merely a great mass of flaccid flesh, unable to think
or feel.
But then, the very helplessness of her position flickered through her
mind. The mental picture of her body being fucked between two excited
men simply incited her. The hunger in her belly began raging out of
control again and she started undulating her buttocks in tiny circles,
squeezing with her revitalized cunt muscles at the fleshy staff boring
into her. She wanted to milk it dry, to fill her own belly again and
again until more of the hot sticky fluid ran down her already thickly
covered thighs. She wanted to wallow in it again.
She sucked voraciously at the warm thickness of the cock in her mouth,
her cheeks hollowing and filling with each cruel thrust. Her tongue
licked wildly at the blood-filled head, the tip probing hotly into the
gland on the end. She wanted it to shoot in her mouth. She wanted to
swallow it and feel it running down her throat until her stomach was as
filled as her cunt. She wanted it to run through every pore in her body
in great torrents of joy.
Her wish came true a moment later!
Simultaneously with the rising tide of her building orgasm, she felt
the hotly ramming cock fucking into her from behind inflate and begin
spewing its white hot load deep up into her tightly clasping cunt. His
churning sperm ricocheted wildly around inside and dripped from her
hair-covered pussy lips into the matted hair of his belly. His
massively discharging balls pressed tightly against her exposed little
clitoris, causing her kneeling body to jerk convulsively forward;
burying the rod in her madly sucking mouth to the hilt.
It, too, exploded, flooding her throat with the delicious pungent
liquid, her cheeks expanding like a balloon to keep from choking on the
great heated gushes that spurted without stopping, deep into her
throat. She swallowed in eager little gulps, fastening her lips like an
elastic ring tightly around the thick ejaculating rod, fearful of
losing even a drop of the precious fluid. Small droplets ran from the
corners of her mouth as he collapsed in front of her. As he fell, his
deflated penis flopped lifelessly from her still hungrily sucking mouth
and thin sticky strings of cum hung like cobwebs from her lips to the
deflated cock several inches away.
Sarah screwed her firm young buttocks back tightly against the still
squirting cock in her cunt, and with a scream from between clenched
teeth felt her own body explode in a delirious convulsion of pure
sensation as she came ... and came ... and came. Her strength was
suddenly gone, and she collapsed on the mattress as the rapidly
shrinking cock slipped limply from her drenched pussy and gushes of
cool air rushed refreshingly into the unplugged opening.
After that, time became meaningless and merged into a blur of strange
and different penises, fucking her as they would and where they would.
Sarah was beyond emotion. Her emotionally drained body still reacted
with orgasms to several of the more inventive males that bent her to
their will, but her strength was gone ... and she followed mechanically
the directions that Henry would scream at her when she lagged in her
duties to the clients.
"Get those legs up! Move that ass! Suck harder!"
She was nothing now but a robot at his command and weakly moved her
limbs to comply with his shouts.
* * *
Her final and absolute humiliation, her depthless pit of pits, was to
come much later, after the men had had their fill of her, after their
hip flasks of Canadian rye had filled their brains with hungers they
would never have dreamed of sober, back with their families and
friends. One of them hastily conferred with Hawkins, that much she
could see for herself, and a number of them left together out the huge
rear doors, opening them so that the great clouds of cigarette smoke
billowed out, mixed obscenely with the pungent smells and aromas of her
uncounted couplings, the sweet-sour fragrance of nakedness and
jettisoned desires that soaked her bruised and battered young thighs
and vagina like so many quarts of vile and untold liquid.
She could hear the commotion before she could see what was at its
center--the laughing and shouting of the men, the excited sound of some
animal. But by now there was no concern. Sarah didn't care what they
wanted of her; she would do it without thinking now, with or without
Henry's wonderful drug. For it wasn't the drug talking now ... it was
Sarah ... the real Sarah! Sarah the whore, forevermore!
* * *
For one last degrading thrill, one final humiliation, they had given
this old male burro some of Hawkins' Spanish Fly and led him, wheezing
and bleating, into the van. He balked at being forced into this
confined space and began to buck and kick, but the laughing crowd of
drunken, sex-mad men pushed and pulled him over to where the battered
young blonde girl lay immobile on the stained and torn mattress. She
was too far gone to resist--nothing mattered now. They positioned the
old burro over her ripe nakedness and his enormous animal cock hung
nearly to the floor of the van in his sex-drugged state. It was then
that Sarah, in this lowest of acts, lifted her legs voluntarily and
allowed them to position the wild-eyed beast over her as two of them
held her legs back tightly against her chest. She was still on the
mattress, or at least part of her was, so she was raised so high that
ten inches or more of the animal's wrist-sized cock slid wetly and
obscenely into her ravaged and bruised cuntal sheath, closing around it
like it was just another man, just another penis to empty itself in her
sloshing belly.
The ragged beast began to hump madly, blinded now to the sight of the
tightly-huddled men, answering only his immediate painful needs in this
handiest of ways. His long dark cock skewered into her like a pole
being driven into her very insides, and she moaned and writhed
piteously as almost a full foot of enormously thick, frenetically-
pumping animal cock was rammed repeatedly up into her belly.
With the animal's drug-heightened state, it didn't take long ... and
within a few minutes, there was a maddened, wheezing braying that
echoed around inside the van as the mangy beast discharged a last flood
tide of thick, viscous sperm that mixed lewdly with the rest already
filling her to overflowing, sloshing out of her pink ragged slit and
oozing onto the mattress where it added but another, if slightly
larger, stain to the dozens already there. It mattered not to Sarah ...
embarrassment was something beyond her ability to feel now. This most
degrading of acts only helped to answer her burning needs and she
smiled weakly as the huge, still-throbbing organ withdrew lewdly with a
long wet sucking noise from the tightly-clasping confines of her pink
moist vagina. She left her legs where they were, pressed back against
her chest so tightly that she was nearly doubled in half. It never
really occurred to her to bring them down ... after all, there might be
one man left, one man left to satisfy. And that single hope was
justification enough for the added discomfort.
Chapter 13
Over a week had passed since that fateful night in Line Creek, the
night Sarah Olsen weathered the turning point in her young life that
was irreversible. There would be--could be--no going back now; she was
committed. But where there should have been shame and revulsion,
suicidal despair and degradation, there was only a wild-fire of
excitement and happiness with the newly-found source of good money--
more than she'd ever hoped to make in her life--and the promise of
wicked, forbidden pleasures equally beyond her wildest dreams.
She'd thought once or twice of writing Jamie, maybe of sending him a
snapshot of her with Lobo or with three or four of the paying
customers, but she'd shelved the idea for now. Not because it was too
mean and spiteful, not because it was a cruel and inhuman thing to even
dream up ... but for another reason entirely, and one that made a lot
more sense to the new Sarah, one that would have horrified the old
Sarah she left behind in Blackjack to death ...
The snapshot would have to wait until tonight when the time would be
right. Tonight was to be her first night for Hawkins new treat for her.
She could feel her thighs tingle at the very thought. For she was going
to be the first with Jomo, with the show's three hundred pound male
gorilla. Ahead of Gloria, ahead of everyone ... that wild jungle beast
was going to be hers, all hers!
The End
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