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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 20-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!
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. Derek 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 Terri. 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.
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, Terri 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 Derek 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.
Derek 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.
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 Terri'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 Derek 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 Terri'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 bred the animals... and for other
little surprises like this one. Terri 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!
Terri 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, Derek? 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, Derek'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, Derek? 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.
Terri 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.
Derek laughed out loud and his employee's face momentarily flushed. Shit,
Terri, 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, Terri,
you're gonna' be gettin' all the cock you can handle when we give that first
show.
Terri 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 Derek 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 Derek'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 Terri 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, Derek? 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 Derek Hawkins walked the distance over to Al and Terri'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 DD-cup 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 pussy 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.
Derek 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 hairline 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 9-inch 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, Terri 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! Terri 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!
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 clit. She felt her hotly quivering
pussylips 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 clit. 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 clit; the fingers of her
other hand were sunk deeply and satisfyingly up inside her hot, hungrily
clasping pussy.
For a moment, no one even breathed outside the camper window. Then, Derek
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!
I say we get on with it, dammit! We've waited long enough, Derek. 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.
Terri 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, Terri, 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.
Derek and Al just looked at each other, dumb-founded. They'd seen Terri 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, Terri, began Derek.
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
Terri 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, Terri?
Yeah, if you say so, Derek. Only I don't like the looks of this.
Something's wrong with this girl, Derek. You didn't say nothing about
this, she said very seriously, playing her part as skillfully as a
professional.
Aw, c'mon, Terri, 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, Derek, I won't have any part of it, she spat convincingly at her
employer.
Oh, but you will... now get your clothes off!
Derek, no, I can't!
Derek 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 very fit, 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.
Derek pointed to Terri, You... lie down there on that bed... on your back
so's I can see all your sweets. Terri 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. Derek seemed to have something else in mind for them, and he
started by spreading her legs apart with his hands, opening up the pink, hairy
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 Terri'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 Terri 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 Terri 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
Terri 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, Terri 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, Terri 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 Terri's face. A visible shiver raced through Sarah's body as Terri's slightly
puckered lips touched the damp furrow of her heatedly throbbing pussy; Terri
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 pussy. 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
Terri's abdomen and touching the soft, hairy pubic mound.
Sarah tentatively, cautiously, kissed the fragrant cleft up between Terri'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 Terri 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.
Terri'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 Terri, burrowed her tongue between
the hotly moistened slit hidden between the soft outer cuntlips. Terri'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. Terri'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. Terri 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 clit.
Sarah wasn't the only one feeling the effects of the prolonged oral fucking
session; Terri 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. Terri
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.
Derek'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 Terri 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, Terri 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. Terri'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 clit... 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! Terri 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 Terri'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.
Derek 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. Derek 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 Derek'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. Terri 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 Derek'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 Terri... 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. Derek stepped forward and
urged her toward the wolf. She knew without a doubt that she could not refuse
his slightest wish; she looked to Terri, 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 Derek 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 Derek 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.
Derek 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 Derek
and Al excitedly egged her on, she stroked the fur-covered spear, while the two
men and Terri 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 Derek 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. Derek 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 Derek 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 pussylips open and unguarded from behind as her ripe young buttocks
wiggled and squirmed an unintentional invitation to Derek. 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 cuntlips 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, hairy slit once more, then touched the
swollen, lust-inflated head to the tightly-puckered opening to her pussy, 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 Derek'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 pussy, 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 Derek 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 Terri watched in silent amazement. Already
Terri was beginning to hate this beautiful young girl, to feel those first pangs
of envious jealousy.
Derek 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 eight-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,
Derek, 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 Derek'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! Derek 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 Terri 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.
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 Terri. 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... Terri 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, Terri 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, Derek! Somebody! Don't let him do it! Don't... AAAAGGGHHHHHH!
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 overstretched 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 sweaty 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 Terri, 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 pussy 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 Derek and Terri, both excited anew from this
fresh spectacle of sadism and wickedly titillating passion. Terri 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!
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 Derek 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.
Like before, Sarah didn't hear anyone enter. Only this time, it wasn't Derek
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 clit, 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 clit 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 clit, 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 clit,
Sarah arched high off the floor, only her shoulders resting on the rug, her wet,
hairy 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
pussy; 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 pussy 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 pussy.
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, hairy crevice of her naked pussy 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 pussy,
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 pussylips 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 pussy-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 pussylips, 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 pussylips 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!
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 Derek 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 Derek? Or was it someone
else she'd never seen before?
Derek'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!
Derek'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 pussy 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, Derek 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 clit. 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 cockhead 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!
Derek'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. Derek 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, Derek, 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 hairy 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 cockhead 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! Derek, 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, Derek'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.
Derek 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 twelve inches long and
three inches thick, and the two great cum-swollen 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. Not only was it
simply TOO long, but it was so thick, she'd have to go into labor to accommodate
such a incredibly large penis! 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 hairy 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
pussylips with his fingers and then, with a maddening liquid suck of his lips,
drew the tiny pink bud of Sarah's throbbing clit 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 whirlpools 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 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 cockhead 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
pussylips.
Then with a flick of the hips, the grinning black forced the blood- filled tip
brutally just beyond the throbbing lips of her hairy 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 pussy'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 cuntlips 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 pushup 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 pussy 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
hairy pussylips 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 Derek 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, Derek 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.
Derek 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 hairy pussylips into the matted hair
of his belly. His massively discharging balls pressed tightly against her
exposed little clit, 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 Derek
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 pussy 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 Derek'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 twelve inches or more of the animal's
forearm-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 pussy. 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.
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 300-pound male gorilla. Ahead of Terri, ahead of
everyone... that wild jungle beast was going to be hers, all hers!
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