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WARNING:
This story is fiction, and should be treated as such.
The following story is for the entertainment of ADULTS ONLY,
and contains descriptions of explicit sex. If you are not an
adult, or reading sex stories upset you, do not read any further.
I am NOT the author. I don't have the talent to write these
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The Coed's Wild Ass
By Paul Gable
Chapter 1
Lydia Merrick hurried along the uneven dirt path winding
through the dense grove of elms. A warm breeze made the bright
orange and red leaves rustle above the young blonde's head as she
walked quickly toward the covered bridge. A good number of people
still were wandering through Sturbridge Village even though it was
only thirty minutes before closing time.
Shading her eyes with her hand, Lydia stopped some twenty
feet from the bridge and scanned the moving throng of people for
her friend Tina. She was so absorbed in the problem of finding
her friend that Lydia was unaware of the lustful glances she was
getting from many passing men.
"How'd you like to slip something hot into her?" one tall,
fat dark-haired man said softly to his buddy as the two of them
stood in front of the Mill Pond.
"Spread them legs apart, peel back them labes and start
fuckin'," the other man said obscenely.
Lydia jerked with a start having heard the last few words.
Only now was she aware of the two men standing close by. The
young blonde dropped her hand and started walking toward the
bridge. She couldn't deny that her silky flaxen hair tumbling
over her slender shoulders, her soft blue eyes, her full pouting
and sensuous lips and unblemished pink complexion were
distractions for most males. But what was she to do? Splash acid
on her face and eat Twinkies until she was stretch mark queen?
Most men made their advances less crudely. But occasionally Lydia
found herself contending with a Neanderthal as she was this time.
The best defense, she had learned, from experience, was simply to
ignore the comment and pass on by.
"Mmmm, hot pussy," the first man said sucking in his fat
lower lip and biting down hard in frustration. His small black
eyes glittered and danced like those of a hungry rat as Lydia
brushed past the men and stepped onto the wood floor of the large
covered bridge. She felt her skin crawl when she heard the first
man moan. The blonde knew well what was on his mind.
I shouldn't have worn this sweater, Lydia thought to herself
as she moved toward the middle of the darkened bridge. For the
first time she was conscious of her full figure revealingly
displayed by her outfit. The blonde's full, high-riding titties
jiggled teasingly back and forth with every step she took. The
hard, dark red nipples poked against the soft white cotton
material, inviting stares from the curious and the lustful.
Unconsciously Lydia knew she was displaying her womanhood, telling
other women to beware of her alluring femininity, while
advertising to all men her desperate physical needs and
availability. Consciously, however, the story was something
different.
Having recently turned twenty, Lydia Merrick was a junior at
Amherst College in north central Massachusetts. Serious about her
study of French medieval art, Lydia had little time for boys--or
so she thought. She rarely went on dates, and even more rarely
did she ever allow a boy to score a home run in her pussy.
Although a child born in the sexual revolution, Lydia had managed
her sexual experiences down.
"Hey baby, lemme suck your cunt!"
Lydia felt her face flush hot with shame and indignation.
Her slender fingers clenched the blonde stopped and wheeled
around, her eyes flashing with outrage. But the two men had fled
after shouting out the obscene insult. The few people around her
either sniggered or looked the other way as Lydia continued
standing in middle of the bridge.
"Lydia, Lydia," the blonde heard a voice calling out faintly
from the other side of the Mill Pond.
"Tina!" Lydia shouted back, sighing with relief and breaking
into a run. Finally she'd be able to leave and get back to her
dorm room. It was getting late and she had several hours of
studying left to do yet.
"Isn't this fascinating?" Tina asked, lifting her chin and
looking around at the thick forest of elms and maples surrounding
them. Already long shadows, stretched across the path, announced
the end of the day.
"Let's go," Lydia said. The more she thought of those two
men and the more she considered her opened books sitting on the
table in her room the more Lydia wanted to leave Sturbridge
quickly.
"Just think! All this shows us how people lived back in 1720
or so," Tina bubbled out, turning and running behind her friend.
"I've had a good time, Tina, but I want to go back."
Lydia and Tina had decided to visit Sturbridge Village, a
recreated New England town of the early eighteenth century. It
was two days before the beginning of the fall semester and their
last fling before settling down to their studies. Tina didn't
notice Lydia's gloomy attitude as she strolled behind her friend
and peered up at the tall, arching elms on either side of the
path.
Nestled in the woods were restoration school houses, elegant
town homes, taverns, copper smiths, general stores, and even a
complete New England farm stretching out to a winding brook at the
far end of the compound.
"Oh, let's stop here," Tina said, reaching forward and
grabbing hold of Lydia's arm. They were in front of the
shoemaker's shop. A young man in his early twenties squatted on
an uneven wooden stool and carved a pattern on a sheet of leather.
"Tina ..." Lydia was about to protest. But her dark-haired
friend had already disappeared into the small shop and was
chatting busily with the artisan. Lydia sighed, then turned
around and found herself staring across a neatly manicured square.
Across the tiny well-kept gardens and paths the blonde spotted a
small home next to the church.
Checking behind her once more and seeing Tina was going to be
tied up with the shoemaker for a while, Lydia brushed her hair
back and quickly crossed the square to the home. Might as well do
something until she's through Lydia thought, glancing down at her
wristwatch and seeing Tina had only twenty more minutes before the
compound closed.
"Hello?" Lydia called out as she stepped into the small
building. Immediately the stale odor that always hung in the air
in these buildings assaulted her nostrils. No one was in sight as
she stepped cautiously into the dark interior.
The low ceiling, large wall fireplace in the living room,
hard wood creaking floors, austere high-backed chairs surrounding
a plain oaken table suggested this home was once owned by a middle
class merchant hundreds of years ago. Lydia walked slowly through
the living room, trailing her fingertips softly across the blue
flower wallpaper barely visible in the growing darkness. Passing
round one corner of the fireplace, the blonde reached a narrow
winding stairway leading, she supposed, to the upstairs bedroom.
Suddenly finding herself enjoying this excursion, Lydia mounted
the stairs, holding on to a creaking railing with one hand.
She reached the top and turned to the right, poking her head
into what she guessed was the master bedroom. A small fireplace
seemed carved into the wall nearest her with a bed warmer leaning
against one side. Two Bentwood rockers stood at either end of the
room, while in the middle a canopied bed occupied most of the
space. But what Lydia found startling was some shape sprawled
across the puffy mattress.
"Oh!" she cried out involuntarily, realizing only now it was
a man. Her little cry woke the young man from his dozing. Her
jerked up, rubbed his eyes and stared blankly at the blonde.
"I'm sorry," Lydia giggled nervously. She felt she should
turn around and leave the house. Yet there was something in her
that told her to stand still and wait for ... for what she
wondered.
"No, I should be apologizing," the young man said, throwing
his legs over the right side of the bed. He was dressed in the
blue knickers and high white socks most of the attendants of the
official exhibits wore. He had taken off his white powdered wig,
revealing a full head of black curly hair. His drawstring white
cotton shirt was fully opened to the waist, allowing Lydia to view
his muscular hairy chest. "I thought nobody else would be coming
in. It's almost closing time isn't it?"
"Yes," Lydia said, feeling her skin crawl with strange
excitement as the young man started walking over to her. She
glanced down at her watch, realized she couldn't see the hands in
the dim light, then moved forward a little toward a small window
to the right for more light.
At the same time the guide walked in the same direction. The
result was a collision that nearly knocked Lydia to the floor.
"I'm sorry," he said, reaching out quickly and grabbing Lydia
tightly around the waist to prevent her from falling.
"That's all right," she panted, surprised at the sudden low
tone of her voice. She was shaking all over, beads of
perspiration breaking out on her forehead. Her cunny was
tingling, puckering and trembling. A strange, delightful itch
began centering around her stretching clitty while her nipples
stiffened and poked teasingly against the soft white cotton
material of her tight sweater. And all this happening because
someone had just prevented her from crashing to the floor.
Lydia raised her right hand and rubbed her fingers across her
forehead. She had to get a grip on herself. Tina was probably
out in the square looking for her. "I'd better go," Lydia found
herself whispering like a conspirator as she broke gently away
from the guide's grip and backed toward the stairway. Her
breathing became shallow and labored as she kept her eyes fastened
on his. Lydia thanked God it was dark in the room and he couldn't
fully see the effect his touch had on her.
"While you're here I can show you around the house," he said,
his voice catching at the end of the sentence. Lydia felt her
heart pounding so hard she thought it could rip through her rib
cage. She could tell he was as excited as she. The air between
them grew thick and hot. She would never forget the young man's
appearance as he stood in front of her. He was the most handsome
and masculine young man she had ever seen. Dressed in eighteenth
century costume with a worn brown leather belt and jackboots he
was severely good-looking.
"I-I have a friend," Lydia stammered. She wanted to stay, to
close the door behind her and stay with this man. The confused
girl couldn't avoid the strange thought of giving herself
completely to him--a strange thought considering the number of men
and boys she had fought off in the back seats of many cars.
"She can wait," he said, stretching his powerful arm over her
left shoulder and shutting the door softly. Lydia felt her throat
constrict and her mouth grow dry as cotton. She could still turn
around and leave. Nothing had happened yet. He had barely
touched her. There would be no hurt feelings on either side. Yet
one look at his incredibly handsome face told her leaving now was
impossible.
"Come here," he said in a thick voice, sliding his hand down
her shoulder to her elbow. That strange, throbbing tingle came
again as his calloused hands scraped over her flesh. It was
insistent, that feeling. It began along the insides of her thighs
like a tiny electric shock, building until her cunt-lips,
asscheeks and belly felt heavy and flushed. She moved past the
window as if in a trance, her legs seeming to belong to someone
else.
Her cunt felt hot and very wet. As her hips moved from
walking the velvet inner pussy surfaces rubbed together and hot
juice seeped out to dampen the crotch panel of her panties. This
was the worst she had been ever. She was suffering from an attack
of horniness, something she had never experienced before.
"But what if someone ..." Lydia said, snapping partly out of
her red sensual fog and wondering about a stray tourist wandering
into the bedroom as she did.
"I locked the door. Besides it's late. And by the way, my
name's Tom McLaughlin," he said, smiling broadly and revealing two
rows of strong white teeth that flashed brilliantly even in the
dark.
"Lydia Merrick," the blonde panted, feeling strange new,
highly pleasurable sensations rippling across her tightening
cunny. She felt his hand slide down from her elbow to her waist,
turning her toward him. Tom leaned forward as she tilted her
face, opened her lips slightly and received his kiss. "Ummmmmm,"
she murmured through the kiss as she curved her body against his
chest and belly. Her pussy grew hotter as she felt Tom rub his
groin back and forth across her crotch.
What he was doing was obscene, filthy. She would have never
let anyone do that to her before. Lydia tried to protest, but
found Tom's tongue spearing between her lips, pushing down into
her throat, fighting with her own oral organ. Slowly the young
girl gave in to the guide's insistence, drawing her hands up to
his back and pulling him tightly against her.
She felt her nipples crushing against her sweater as his
hands roamed freely around her waist, down to her fleshy rounded
ass-mounds and pressing in as that bulging crotch rubbed back and
forth. That groin pressure against the slick material of her
slacks was making her outer labes rub back and forth against one
another. They teased her clitty into full erection.
"Lydia," Tom whispered nestling his mouth in the soft hollows
of her neck. The blonde tilted back her head, her mouth open and
letting out tight, drowning gasps of passion as the guide kissed
her throat. At the same time Tom curled his fingers around the
bottom of her tight-fitting sweater, pulling it out from inside
her slacks and scraping the soft material along her hot belly
flesh. Lydia pulled away for an instant, raising her arms high
above her head and letting Tom pull the garment over her head and
toss it to the floor. As the soft cotton tickled its way over her
sensitive nipples and titty flesh Lydia gasped out with delight.
As the sweater was pulled over her jugs, they were lifted by the
steady tug until she moaned with pleasure.
"That's better," the guide said. Lydia silently agreed,
feeling the heavy weight of her full tits flow down her body.
"Jesus!" Tom said, peering through the darkness at the panting
blonde's hanging boobs. He pushed his fingers deep into their
soft, silky flesh. "Beautiful tits, nipples as hard as my cock,"
he said, catching the ends between his thumb and right forefinger
and starting to squeeze.
"Ohhhh," Lydia moaned, throwing her head further back and
arching her body against Tom's grinding thighs. Her titties
lifted up high, settling into his hands, begging to be rubbed and
felt. Never before had she so lewdly given herself to anyone.
All she could think of now was the pulsing itch throbbing
through her cunny, intensified by Tom's manipulations of her
boobs. Even his increasingly crude language excited her. As Tom
increased the pressure on her nipples, squeezing them almost
cruelly, Lydia swayed drunkenly back and forth. She could feel
the hard pulsating ends being crushed like nuts until the soft
flow of pain started to vibrate through her flesh. Lydia sank
lower onto his body as she felt his hands caressing her naked
back. Her cheek came to rest on the hairy, hard muscles of his
belly.
"Let's get to the bed," Tom said, pulling her toward the
large canopied bed behind them. He let her go, reaching down and
pulling his shirt over his head, fully revealing his broad,
masculine chest. A thick coat of animal-like fur covered his
rippling chest, tapering down to a thin line of hair that covered
his sunken navel and continued past the beltline of his knickers
to his crotch.
Tom sat down on the far edge of the bed, crossing his legs
and quickly slipping off his shoes and high white socks. Standing
up, he started to open his trousers, then broke into a thin smile.
"You take 'em off."
Lydia gasped at this suggestion. To undress a man, and in
this place! Yet that command given to her in here, excited her to
no end. Driven by some dark strange force rearing its head for
the first time in her mind, Lydia reached out and obediently
worked on his belt buckle. Lydia pulled his trousers down over
his hairy ass. She worked quickly, pulling the knickers all the
way down past his jutting hipbones until she saw a large, thick
long sausage-shaped object spring free and brush her hand. Her
fingers ran over the thick curly mat of hair covering his legs
until they found their way to his hot balls.
Lydia was no complete stranger to sex and had one or two
enjoyable times when in bed with a few men. But now she felt
completely uninhibited, released from all social ties and taboos.
And here in God-fearing New England of all places!
"Now for you," Tom said, raising Lydia completely up. The
blonde gasped as she felt Tom's fingers reach down and unzip her
slacks. As the pants fell and revealed her pink silken panties,
the blonde sucked in a ragged breath and waited for what she was
sure was to be the experience of her life.
Chapter 2
Tom was touching her ass, gently kneading each plump cheek.
Even through the covering of the silken panty material the touch
of his hands felt incredibly good. Lydia rocked her hips, feeling
his cock ram into the softness of her belly. Her slacks were
still wrapped around her ankles, keeping her knees and thighs
together in a tight bind. The guide moved one of his hands slowly
around her hip and dragged his fingers down her flat belly until
he curled them around her panty-covered cunny mound. Lydia cried
out in a choked whisper, standing on her tiptoes as Tom rubbed the
wet material up between her swollen cunt-lips. Lydia rocked
forward, then back, then forward again, bucking her hips so he
would rub against her clitty shaft.
Oh God, that pulsing itch was growing into a throbbing ache.
She felt every nerve-ending in her body stand on end and sing with
excitement as Tom grew hotter and bolder in his caresses.
"Unnnngh!" she gasped. He pushed her backward in the
darkened bedroom until she fell against the edge of the bed.
Lydia sat down slowly watching Tom like a hawk as he squatted down
and removed her slacks from her ankles. She riveted her eyes on
that long, horse-like prong sticking out like a spear from his
flat, muscular belly while his hanging nuts tightened up against
the fat dickroot with sexual tension. Finished with stripping the
willing blonde, Tom moved up on the bed. He was all over her in
an instant, pushing her shoulders down, licking her large stiff
nipples with his broad tongue. He was a little awkward and
hurried in his love-making at first. But that just seemed to add
to the excitement raking her mind.
"Lydia," he moaned. His hipbones bumped hers. He was
plowing the shaft of his cock up against her belly. She could
feel the brush of his balls and the different way the dome of his
cock was shaped as it slid into the tight groove between her legs
and thigh. Pushing her hands between their grinding bodies, Lydia
reached down until she was where she guessed his cock was. She
wanted to touch it, to hold and caress it between her fingers.
Lydia curled her fingers around his prong, listening to Tom moan
and feeling his body jerk from her gentle touch.
His dick was as hard as steel, and yet the skin moved easily
over that hardness. The meaty head flared out and was spongy to
her pressure. When she pushed her thumbnail gently into it Tom
grunted and squirmed his hips. Then there was the hot, greasy
sensation of pre-cum dribbling out from the piss-slit and coating
her fingers. How she wanted that cock in her.
But she hadn't taken her pill this morning. She hadn't
thought much about that sort of thing, having been sexually
inactive for almost a year now. Oh God, what if she became
pregnant? Abortion? Child birth? No, she couldn't let him fuck
her no matter how badly she wanted to feel that cock forcing her
outer labes back, crushing her clit-shaft, tunneling into her
pussy.
But in spite of her silent resolve Lydia found herself
fondling Tom's fat balls, feeling the shape of them through the
leathery skin of his scrotum. She gently squeezed them, rolling
them against one another. Tom's breathing grew shallow as he
began kissing her neck, sliding his tongue down her shoulders, and
still hunching his cockshaft up and down in her hip-groove. He
started kissing her big titties again, laving them with coats of
hot spittle. Lydia squeezed her asscheeks together, rocking her
hips back and forth to create a subtle friction in her pussy
against her clitty. Oh, how good Tom's lips, tongue and teeth
felt against her throbbing nipples. Her body shuddered with
excitement. Her boobs jiggled and rolled against one another.
Lydia's breathing became more and more labored, her head rolling
back and forth over the pillow under her as she raked her
fingernails over Tom's humping back. Her mind was whirling
around. Should she let him get under the material of her panties.
She could feel his fingers sliding under the elastic leg band of
her briefs. If she let him get too far, she'd be caught up in the
act, swallowing his dick up her twat and risking the chance of
pregnancy. No, she couldn't.
"Don't!" Lydia cried as Tom's fingers clutched at the
underside of her cuntal mound. He divided the bare crack and
pushed deep. Lydia dragged in a choked breath, digging her chin
into Tom's shoulder. He was pressing her down, forcing her deeper
and deeper into that soft bed. She could hear the rope springs
groaning under their combined weight as they rolled slowly in
their increasingly frenzied fucking dance. She knew he wanted to
get her panties off and then slide that meaty, rounded cockdome
past her peeled back outer labes and into her pussy.
"Baby, baby," Tom whispered in her ear, flicking the tip of
his tongue in and out of the hearing channel while he smoothed his
hands down her body. His cock had slipped lower now until it was
nearly under her cuntal mound. Lydia had soaked her panty crotch
with hot juice. As Tom pumped his cock against the cloth-covered
crack, she could tell where the dome of his dickhead was. It was
shoving the silky material up between her cunt-lips. That new
sensation was amazingly delicious. Lydia closed her eyes, sucked
her top lip under her teeth and rolled her ass up to increase the
friction of her wet cunt-lips against Tom's cock. Her puffy
membranes were soaking Tom with slickness too.
She could guess the young guide was as excited as she.
Droplets of perspiration splashed from his forehead down her face
and upper chest. Even in the increasing darkness Lydia could see
Tom's eyes dance mischievously and excitedly in his handsome head
while the veins stuck out in his powerful neck. There was a
desperate kind of urgency in his movements against her body. The
way he had settled quickly between her thighs, forcing them open
with his knees, then pinning down her slender, sleek legs that
suggested to the blonde he hadn't had sex in some time.
"Oh Goddd!" Lydia shuddered. The pulsing itch between her
thighs was especially intense and good when the dickhead barely
grazed her stiffened clit. It all felt so hot, wet and tight
between her legs. Involuntarily she pulled her knees up slightly,
gasping as she felt her fat outer labes unstick and open up under
her wet panties. The velvety rub of Tom's thick cockhead was
driving her crazy. She dug her fingernails deeper into his back,
scraping the tough skin until she heard him cry out for her to
stop it.
"S-sorry," she stammered, rocking her hips and slipping her
hand down again until she touched guide's thickly veined cock-
shaft and balls. She found the steamy drenched place where cunt-
lips had been mashed to the side. "Oh, no!" she cried. Her panty
crotch had been twisted aside, stretched into the groove between
her thigh and one cunt-lip. Tom's dickhead was touching her
pussy, his slick tip gliding up and down groove of her cunt.
Lydia shuddered as she thought of her resolve. Should she
take a chance and let him fuck her in the pussy? Frantically the
young blonde tried to pull the narrow band of silk back over her
naked twat, but the soaked material slipped from her grip. Tom's
cock gouged at her. He twisted her small body up against him,
trapping her wrist between their sweaty bellies.
"Lydia," he said, keeping her from making any moves. His
mouth was wet and hungry at her throat. Wet, hot and cold flashes
of excitement rippled through her cunny and belly. Lydia felt
herself burning up inside as Tom caught her head with both hands
and smothered her protests with a long, tongue-filled wet kiss.
She cried into his mouth, her nostrils flaring like a mare in rut
while the young guide fucked his hips against the resisting twat.
"Stop! Don't!" the blonde protested, tearing her mouth from
his and twisting her head to one side. She felt the soft cotton
material of the pillow nearly smothering her and she tried to push
him away. But her strength had been sapped away from her by her
increasing sexuality. He had her pinned to the bed helpless. A
sob choked her. She should scream. But that steady sleek
friction against her cunt-lips was consuming all her energy. She
was terribly close to orgasm, something that against her will, had
swept dangerously close to her.
"Lydia," Tom repeated. Whenever he tried to push against the
soft mouth of her cunt, Lydia tilted her mound, making his dick
slide up along her cuntal slit again. It slid over the pulsing
clitty shaft sticking out from the top of her puffy, wet labes
like a tiny finger. The room spun around her, growing blurry as
her eyes glazed over and rolled back in her head. Tom bucked his
hips forward with a raspy moan coming from his dry throat. She
could tell he was close to cumming. He was crushing her,
brutalizing her with his fingers, clutching at her sweaty flesh
with anxious fingers. Their bellies and legs slid easily over one
another on a thick layer of mutual sweat. Lydia tilted her hips
again and the swollen lobes at the underside his cockhead slid
against her clit.
Oh God, she could feel the throbbing dickhead pulse against
her clitty. Tom let it lay there for a second, the two sex organs
throbbing and pulsing against one another, each dangerously close
to sparking off into a mind-blasting cum.
"Don't fuck me. Please." Lydia gasped out. If he wanted to
he could force himself into her and she could do little about it.
"All right, baby," he said after several seconds of thought.
Before she had a chance to thank him she felt his hands slide down
her sides until the fingers met under her back. He rolled her
over quickly, forcing her legs further apart with his knees while
his fingers curled along the backside of her elastic waistband.
"I'm going to get into something. Damned if I'm going to waste
myself on your belly!"
"No, don't! I've never done it that way before," Lydia
cried, real fear growing in her now as she felt her panties peel
down over her rounded ass-globes, scrape over her legs, then
finally stop around knees. She felt Tom raise his body up. He
was poised over her like a triumphant lion over his downed deer.
She tried to get up but was pushed down by the guide.
Sobbing helplessly the blonde pushed her hands into the
pillow and buried her face in the soft, downy material. In a
second he was pushing the mauve-colored crown of his swollen cock
against her small bunghole. "Please, you'll hurt me!" Lydia
cried, squirming with discomfort as Tom held her down securely.
She felt his strong fingers tighten on her hips, pulling her up
toward him. Another choked sob escaped her parted lips as Lydia
felt Tom reach under her and force her into a semi-crouched bitch-
dog fucking position. Her titties hung down, pulling at her
chest. Lydia felt her face flush with pain and shame as Tom
pushed forward and down harder. A dull aching gave way to sharp
pain as her sphincter reluctantly gave way to the guide's
insistence. The pain radiated from her violated asshole up her
belly to her chest. She suddenly had the urge to piss as the
crown of Tom's cock disappeared into her bowls.
Crying out again, the blonde shook her head violently and
clawed at the pillow until she realized she had torn the material
with her fingernails. Her toes curled as an odd tingling
sensation rippled over her flesh. Then when Tom plunged the first
three inches of his ten inch prong into her ass Lydia shrieked,
not caring who heard her. There was a second of agonizing,
searing pain. Then her sphincter locked securely over the fat
knob. A steady pulsing hurt radiated more strongly from her
stretched shitter.
"Please, please," Lydia moaned into the pillow. She shook
all over as if in a fever. Desperately her body tensed to resist
the hot prong. Her ass jerked back and up involuntarily, screwing
the jizz-packed cock in tightly. She felt her bowels full of that
hot worm as Tom pushed another two inches into her ass. Scalding
tears welled up in her eyes as she sucked in a lung full of air.
"You're tearing me apart," Lydia said in a choked voice.
"It's almost all the way in," Tom said huskily, ignoring her
cries and pleas. "Now feel this." With a final lunge he plunged
his swollen prong in up to his balls. Lydia stiffened
breathlessly for a moment, a white fog of agony bleaching her mind
of all thought and sensation. Her knees dug deep into the
mattress and slipped on the sweat-stained spread. Helplessly she
tried to fall away.
Then suddenly Tom slid his thick dong back to the tip of his
cockhead. Lydia lunged forward, letting out her breath in a loud
rush as she felt a sudden hot flash rip across her asshole.
Strangely that flash tingled up to her clitty, reviving its former
sexuality.
"Oh God! Oh God!" she gasped as she felt her belly being
filled and emptied over and over again while Tom increased the
speed of his fucking. She was sick and breathless from the
relentless pain in her bowels. To her shame and surprise Lydia
also realized that the desire to piss earlier had become a
reality. She was urinating freely down her legs from the
excitement.
And yet Tom continued ramming her ass, plowing her rectal
furrow with his cunt-splitter faster and faster.
"Uh, uh, uh," she grunted through parted lips as she felt
Tom's hot pipe shove relentlessly into her body. She could hear
the loud slapping of his fat balls against her bare ass. "God!
God! God!" she cried.
Yet in spite of the pain and agony and shame, the heat from
the fucking dick started to spread throughout her body. It
radiated to her cunny, making it itch and tighten up as it had
before. As if he realized what was happening, Tom slid his hand
around her hip until the palm pressed down on the bottom junction
of her snatch-lips. Lydia moaned, rolling her head from side to
side as she felt him unstick her fattening labes with his fingers,
then slide them up until they bumped against her unsheathed
clitty. He was stroking that tiny sex organ with his forefinger,
pushing it down, brushing it to one side, rubbing it against her
furry cunt-lip until the primitive lust that had threatened to
take her over completely had returned.
The pain in her ass blended into a strange pleasure. Lydia
started squirming, rocking and waving her full asscheeks back and
forth as Tom drove his steely dick home over and over again. He
was sliding his hips from side to side, driving his cock from the
left, then from the right, then up, then down, reaming out her
shithole while his balls tightened and screwed up hard against his
cockroot. He pushed his thumbnail into the head of her clit-
shaft, making the young woman shriek with unspeakable ecstasy.
Pain blended with pleasure here. A long thin string of drool
leaked from the right corner of her mouth as the blonde bucked
against Tom's loving, stroking, caressing hand. Her knees
stretched further apart. The warm piss against her legs cooled,
providing a strange contrast to the furnace-like heat in her
shitter and cunny. Lydia's body began to jerk wildly like a
berserk puppet. She felt her cunt cumming. And then there was
the steaming hot flood of jizz suddenly filling her rudely
stretched asshole. She felt scaled and burned by that tide of
cum. Frantically she urged her ass up and down the shooting pole,
forcing more jizz into her.
As Tom finished dumping his spunk into her shitter and
collapsed onto her back, forcing her on the bed once more, Lydia
felt a slow, powerful rolling orgasm sweep over her pussy. She
clenched her thighs hard together, rubbing the velvety membranes
back and forth against the guide's still-stroking finger as
another and then another wave of orgasm swept over her aching
pussy.
Again and again the orgasmic shocks tore at her, forcing the
blonde to gasp, cry out and shriek with an ecstasy she had never
before experienced. The bed groaned as the two of them finished
their mutual orgasm. The strength she had barely felt before had
completely left her. Lydia lay motionless in bed, twisting her
head further to one side for air as the final pulsing throbs of
her climax died away, leaving only a delicious, all enveloping
glow covering her flesh.
Tom buried his face in the folds of her hair, planting
occasional kisses against her ear while he rubbed his hairy groin
against her round asscheeks.
"Oh baby, for the first time you were great," he finally
whispered.
"Please," Lydia said, wanting him to stop talking. Anything
spoken would destroy the beautiful sexual glow she was feeling
now.
Chapter 3
"What time is it?" Lydia asked sleepily, rolling over on her
side and staring into Tom's eyes. He had been running his fingers
lightly over her shoulder, tracing the curving outlines of her
upper torso while fingering her cunny with his other hand. "Looks
like around six," Tom said, reaching over her head and twisting
her wrist around to glance at her watch. The information made the
young blonde jerk.
"My God! Tina's out there and I've got the car!"
"Hey, where're you going?" Tom asked as Lydia pulled away
from his grip and rolled off the bed. The wood floor felt cold
against the soles of her feet as she shuffled silently in the
darkness and groped for her clothes. The young guide sat up in
bed and scratched his head, wondering what was going on.
"My friend's out there, Tom. I've got to be going," Lydia
said, leaning against the edge of the bed as she found her panties
and lifted one foot to slip them on. Her titties swayed back and
forth as she fished for her sweater, found it, and slid it over
her head. Shaking her long mane of blonde hair free of the high
collar, the young woman started pulling on her slacks.
"So, you gonna come back?" the guide asked after Lydia
slipped her slacks over her thighs and zipped up.
"Oh Tom, I don't know. I've never done these kind of things
before. You make me feel ... different," Lydia said uneasily,
backing away from the bed toward the doorway. She felt she needed
more time to think. The blonde felt strange new sensations rising
in her mind and body and needed more time to sort them out.
"Just be careful out there. We don't really have a security
force. We're so far out of town the owners think we don't need
one. The local cops come by occasionally but that's it," Tom
warned, pushing back the covers and swinging his legs over the
edge of the bed to start getting dressed himself.
"Don't worry," Lydia reassured him, turning to go.
"Hey wait. Just in case you change your mind," Tom said,
groping in the darkness for his shirt. Finding it, he reached
inside and grabbed a ball-point pen. "Here's my phone number," he
said, scribbling as best he could in the dark on a small piece of
paper and handing it to Lydia.
"I--thank you," she stammered, touched at his directness and
concern.
"That's all? Just thanks?" Tom asked, dropping the pen and
moving forward quickly. Lydia gasped as she felt his strong arms
around her waist once more. Through her slacks she could feel his
cock begin to stir, rise up and push against her crotch. His
hard, masculine nakedness rubbing against her body made the young
student forget her friend for a second.
"No, I can't. Not now," Lydia said, pushing herself free,
turning and carefully walking down the stairs.
"Don't forget. You've got my number," Tom called from the
top of the stairs. Lydia didn't answer, threading her way
carefully through the kitchen, living room, then out the front
door into the dimming twilight. The town square was deserted.
The few lights illuminating the broad area were just beginning to
come on. There was a deserted feeling hovering in the air as
Lydia stepped from the front stoop of the small house, walked past
the garden and opened the yard gate.
"Tina?" she called out, stopping and turning her head from
side to side. There was no answer. "Tina?" she called louder,
cupping her hands around her mouth and shouting as loudly as she
could. Still she could hear no answer. Damn! Lydia said to
herself, wondering if the girl had given up on her friend and
decided to take a bus back to the university dorm. But what if
she were wandering around the compound looking for her? "Damn
damn damn!" Lydia said again, slapping her hand angrily against
her thigh as she took off in the direction of the farm at the end
of the path. Tina had told her how much she loved the animals
there--especially since she'd always lived in New York City and
never even had a cat as a pet. Lydia guessed her friend might
return there to watch the dogs, horses, and God-only-knows-what-
else until she came to fetch her.
"Tina!" Lydia cried out again, quickening her pace as she
realized the sun had almost completely set. Already the whirring
sounds of thousands of crickets filled the air. The thick, humid,
musky odor of the damp earth and dewy grass was drifting through
the cooling atmosphere while shadows in the forest grew darker.
Lydia felt her skin crawl with a kind of primitive terror as
she moved along the narrow dirt path, past the Quaker Meeting
House and Presbyterian Church, the copper shop and leather shop
and an area surrounded only by thick woods. At the end of this
section was the covered bridge where Lydia had encountered the two
lewd men earlier.
"God," she shuddered out loud, raising her hands and rubbing
her upper arms as the dark mouth of the old bridge yawned before
her. Her head moved from side to side as she stepped into the
dark structure, the sounds of her heels clattering in the covered
bridge. Sounds as if someone were following her made Lydia break
into a quick run through to the other side.
"Tina!" she cried angrily, hating herself for acting so
strangely. Just beyond the next hill could see the top of the
farmhouse rising above a small clump of tall bushes. In a few
minutes the young blonde had reached the top of the hill and found
herself peering down on the farm below. It had been recreated by
the founders of this compound. The main path came out from the
thick woods below and wound around in a broad arc to the front of
the one story brown wood farmhouse. Attached to the home was a
large garden filled with cabbages, some corn, beets, carrots,
onions and lettuce that sloped steeply up the hill almost to where
Lydia stood now. The path she was on lead past two three-walled
enclosures filled with hay and smelling as if they were stalls for
horses or cows.
Above her and to the right a sloping pasture contained
several of those animals who grazed lazily, occasionally raising
their heads and staring curiously at her. Completing the farm was
a two-acre cornfield that began across the main path opposite the
house and sloped down to a small brook.
Lydia took this all in, looking carefully over everything for
some sign of her friend. She called the girl's name out several
times but received no answer. As Lydia picked her way along the
path toward the garden she wished she had asked Tom to come with
her. She began to feel uneasy walking alone in the fast-growing
darkness looking for someone in this deserted area.
"Oh!" she cried out, her right foot sliding across a half-
buried rock in the path. A sharp pain cut across her ankle. The
blonde staggered forward, falling to her knees as she struggled
for breath. "Damn! I've twisted it," she muttered, reaching back
and rubbing the sore area. Silently she vowed to pinch Tina when
she found her as she struggled back up and limped along the path
toward large, weather-beaten barn standing at the end of this
auxiliary path.
Lydia was about to walk past the structure and move down
through the garden to the main house when she heard a strange
sound come from inside. There was something or someone inside,
thrashing in the hay and moaning. Lydia stopped and pricked up
her ears, moving toward the door as best she could with the hurt
ankle.
Ohhhh, she heard. For some unknown reason Lydia felt her
hair stand on end as she reached out and pushed open the large
wooden door. The pungent odors usually hanging around in a barn
assailed her nostrils as she stepped into the dark structure and
peered through the thick air. At first she saw nothing and began
to wonder if the sounds were only the product of her overworked
imagination.
Then they came again, this time louder than before. Lydia
stepped further in, shuffling through the loose hay laying over
the compact dirt floor. Several stalls lined both sides of the
barn while a small loft opened up overhead. Chains and pulleys
dangled from other chains, supposedly used to haul up hay and
other farm products during the harvest time. It was where one
pulley hung at the far end of the barn where the sounds were the
loudest. Lydia picked her way carefully forward, squinting her
eyes and seeing something laying bound up in the corner of one
stall.
For some reason she called out her friend's name.
"Tina?"
"Oh God, Lydia."
"My ..." Lydia started to say, then felt horror creep over
her like a disease as she leaned forward and strained her eyes.
It was Tina, but how changed! Her face was flushed and swollen
and both her eyes had been blackened. Her long brown hair had
been cut ragged and short, while red marks and welts spotted and
slashed across her nude body. Thick rough hemp was tied crudely
around her wrists and ankles while a gag that had slipped off by
now hung loosely around her scarred throat.
"What they did to me. Oh God, what they did!" Tina moaned as
Lydia shook off her shock and dropped to her knees. Still feeling
the pain in her ankle the young blonde quickly untied her friend,
rubbing the girl's wrists and ankles briskly as she looked around
for something to cover her up with. Now she really wished Tom
were with her. "We'll get you out of here fast," Lydia said,
getting up carefully and walking to the middle of the barn.
"There's got to be something to throw over you."
"Lydia. Lydia, they're still here. You've got to get out of
here," Tina said weakly from the stall.
"Who's here?" the blonde asked, turning toward her friend.
Before the young brunette could answer, Lydia felt the breeze that
had been blowing in steadily from behind stop. Her flesh crawled
as she heard footsteps shuffle quickly into the barn. "Us,"
someone said. Lydia heard Tina cry out as she turned around and
saw three men moving into the barn. In an instant the blonde
recognized all of them. The first two were the ones who had stood
by the covered bridge earlier that afternoon and insulted her.
The third was the shoemaker Tina had been talking to when Lydia
had left her to examine the small house at the other end of the
square.
"What ...? Who are you?" Lydia asked angrily, feeling terror
slip over her like a coverlet. If only she could keep up this
bravado she might outbluff them and escape. Already the feeling
of the need for escape crept over her.
"Come on, hot tits. You know who we are," the heavy-set
dark-haired man said, as he stepped forward. Lydia automatically
stepped back, protectively covering her boobs. Behind her she
could hear Tina whimpering. "I'm Rick, my friend Doug," he nodded
to the tall, muscular man standing next to him and glowering at
her; "and Jack the shoemaker." He grinned sickly at Lydia, then
lunged forward, striking at her like a cobra. Lydia cried out,
feeling his hand grip her wrist and twist it painfully. She
staggered back then fell to her knees, her face becoming red and
pinched with agony. The shooting pain in her ankle; the pain her
wrist; she thought she was going to faint. "Ain't so stuck up
now, is she?" Doug said, putting his big hands on his thighs and
sneering down at her. Rick had let go of her wrist and now stood
spread-legged in front of her.
"Let's she if the high princess sucks a good cock," Rick said
suddenly, his face brightening as he reached down and pulled down
the tab of his zipper.
"No, no," Lydia cried. She'd never done anything like that--
even with Tom that thought had never crossed her mind. That was
sick, perverted.
"Come on baby," Rick said, fishing inside his trousers with
one hand while he reached forward and twisted his fingers in her
long blonde hair with the other. Lydia's eyes widened as she
watched him pull out a six-inch whanger, stroke it several times,
peel back the loose foreskin and reveal a shiny slick meaty
cockhead. It pulsed inches from her quivering, sweating face.
Her heart raced, thudding wildly against her rib cage as the man
laughed at her terror.
"Take it shit-babe," Rick snorted, pulling up on the young
student's hair until Lydia shrieked out for him to stop and that
she would do anything. "Then suck it," he snarled. Fighting back
her desire to cry or retch Lydia formed her lips in a large circle
and pushed her face forward. Quickly she put the hard cock into
her mouth. Lydia groaned and shuddered as she felt the hot prod
slide deeper into her. As she neared the fat root of his prong
the blonde student could smell the sour pungent odor of an
unwashed crotch wafting up from his opened trousers. Lydia
groaned again and pushed forward, the sticky heat of that
sickening sausage melting in her mouth. She could feel the
throbbing veins rub against her wet lips as the mushroom-shaped
head pushed over her tongue, past her nostrils and finally bumped
against the back of her throat. Against her chin she could feel
his small leathery balls rub up and down. God, what was to become
of them all?
Chapter 4
"Oh yeah, get that tongue around it, yeah, yeah," Rick said,
pumping his fat thighs back and forth, jamming his fat dickroot
into Lydia's stretched mouth. The young blonde student felt her
stomach turning over as spittle frothed over her lips and leaked
from the corners of her mouth. The stray cockhairs peeking from
around the silver teeth of Rick's zipper tickled Lydia's nostrils
as she sank forward, then backed away until the groove just behind
his dick-meaty cock-crown was held between her lips.
Both hands were clasped behind her head now, and his
fingertips digging into her skull as the big man pushed his cock
farther down Lydia's throat. Hot tears welled up in her eyes as
she gagged, coughed and gasped for air. She could taste the sour,
slightly bleachy flavor of his jizz that slowly leaked from his
piss-slit.
"Hey, you don't wanna blow your wad in her fuckin' mouth, do
you?" Doug asked, stepping forward and laying one hand on his
buddy's shoulder.
"Naw. We've got special plans for this cunny of yours," the
big fat man said, giving a few more quick jabs into her mouth
before yanking his dick out. Lydia closed her lips and leaned
forward, her arms wrapped tightly around her belly as she coughed
and fought back the desire to vomit in front of them. She could
hear them laughing and sniggering as she sucked in large breaths
of air, fighting for mental balance as they made lewd remarks
about her pussy and what they had planned for it.
"Oh!" she cried suddenly as Rick bent down, grabbed her hands
and pulled them roughly from her belly. He pushed forward at the
same time, sending her sprawling backward on her ass. The big man
quickly straddled Lydia, sinking on his knees and trapping her
down on the floor while he reached up and tore open her slacks.
The young blonde screamed in protest, tearing at his face with her
long fingernails.
But the big man was ready for her, pulling his face away from
her in time, then swinging his right paw in a broad arc in front
of him. The closed fist struck Lydia hard across the chin,
knocking her semi-unconscious for several seconds. Her head
snapped back from the force of the blow then crashed down hard on
the dirt floor as Rick and Doug finished their job of disrobing
her. The girl moaned, feeling the soft material of her slacks
peel down over her slender thighs, past her knees and finally over
her ankles.
A few rough fingers slid up over her thighs to her pussy,
digging into her cuntal membranes before moving up to her cotton
sweater. Quickly that garment was pulled up over her big titties,
over her face and head until it too was laying in a crumpled heap
next to her.
"Got a cigarette Doug?" Rick asked after gazing several
silent minutes at Lydia's motionless body.
"Sure," the other man said, wrinkling up his forehead in
confusion as he fished out a pack of cigarettes from his right
shirt pocket and handed it to Rick. The big fat man kept his eyes
riveted to Lydia's peaceful face, tapping out one cigarette and
putting it in his mouth. The big man inhaled the first puff of
smoke deeply, blowing it out again into the girl's face.
Lydia coughed slightly, but still remained dazed and silent.
"This ought to wake her up," he said to Doug, taking the
cigarette from his mouth and holding it only inches away from her
belly. Lydia was aware of a not too pleasant warmth suddenly over
her stomach that quickly grew to an intense heat. Her eyelids
fluttered open just when the glowing tip of the cigarette touched
her flesh. Lydia's body jerked heavily, futilely trying struggle
away from the fierce, sharp agony. Her slender young body arched
and heaved against dirt floor. She could feel particles of loose
dirt working into her tight asscrack as she struggled against the
biting agony of that burning cigarette against her flesh. Her
nose was filled with the sharp, acrid odor of burning flesh as the
ash grew across the reddening belly flesh. Her head arched back,
digging into the floor as the cords stuck out in her throat. A
strange gurgling, gagging shriek was ripped from her throat as she
pleaded with them to stop this insane torture.
From the corner of her tear-blurred eyes she could see Rick
laughing, then turning around to see the reactions of Doug and
Jack. The other men were just as intrigued and amused with
Lydia's predicament as he was.
"AIYEEEEEE!" she cried. She felt the muscles in her limbs
stretch and contract painfully as her belly cramped and twisted.
Lydia prayed for unconsciousness. And then as if in answer to her
prayers Rick took the half-burned cigarette away from her belly,
taking another drag on it before tossing it carelessly away.
"That's just a sample," he said, pushing his fat body up off
Lydia's slender one and tucking his rigid prong back into his
trousers. The blonde raised her hand and rubbed it across her
lips. Her heart beat wildly as she moved her eyes from man to
man, watching them stare at her like a piece of meat. Then she
thought of Tina; of the way she'd found her, beaten, bruised, tied
and tossed away in that foul way. Instinctively she moved her
hand down to the burned place on her belly and rubbed it over the
sore area.
"Let's give her a taste of what her friend got," Rick said,
turning around and winking at Doug. Then turning back he reached
down and slid both hands under Lydia's arms, jerking her up.
"Ohhh!" she cried, the pain in her ankle almost making her
faint as the big man gripped her arm and pulled her roughly behind
him toward the opened door.
"And tie that other one up. We can have fun with her later,"
Rick called back to Jack. Lydia heard Tina cry out, followed by
the sounds several slaps and moans of submission as she was
dragged stumbling and whimpering out into the open. The sky was a
dull purple now. A low, fading light illuminated the area, barely
outlining the various buildings and animals. The stars and moon
were becoming more visible and bright as Lydia was hauled out,
dragged to the garden, and finally let go. Reaching out, the
young blonde gripped the top wooden bar of the fence.
She heard Doug call out from somewhere below. Turning her
head she saw him walking from the main house back up to where she
and Rick were standing. Next to him trotted a full-grown male
Irish Setter, its long, hairy tail wagging slowly back and forth
high in the air while its tongue hung limply out the side of its
mouth. Rick said nothing but turned toward Lydia and smiled
knowingly. His yellowed teeth made her want to vomit. But then
another thought assailed her mind, making her forget about the
physical repulsiveness of the big man next to her.
That dog! The suggestions made to her by them all! No, they
weren't doing that to her! Impossible! That idea was just the
product of her terrified imagination. Rape, maybe. Even torture,
but this?
"She's so damned high and mighty about who she passes her
pussy out to. Let's see what she thinks of dog dick."
Lydia cried out, her body stiffening as the last words came
out. She turned and backed against the fence, the splinters
digging into her naked flesh. The big dog trotted on ahead of
Doug, sprinting up to Rick, then curling around his fat legs while
wagging his tail ferociously and jumping up while barking
excitedly.
"Your girlfriend didn't mind his cock after a while. You
broads are all alike; pretending to be the reluctant virgin, then
suckin' up all the cock that you can get," Rick said, spittle
flecking his lips as he grew angrier.
"No, I'm not that kind, honest. Please let us go," Lydia
pleaded, her eyes bugging out as she watched the big Setter prance
around Rick's feet.
"Too bad. Then you won't enjoy him," Rick said
sarcastically, bending down and stroking the sides of the handsome
dog. Lydia felt her flesh crawl with horror and revulsion as she
stared wide-eyed at the big-dicked animal.
"Okay, babe, turn around," Rick said after stroking the
Setter's hindquarters sensuously with his hand.
"N-no," Lydia pleaded more than protested, raising her hands
to her mouth and biting her fingertips. She pleaded again, her
voice getting high and whining like that of a child's.
"I said down!" Rick said threateningly. At the same time
Doug moved around behind her, put his hands on her shoulders and
shoved down. Lydia was defeated and sinking helplessly to her
knees while the big Setter barked at her excitedly. Even in the
dim light she could see something long round and hard poking out
from between his hind legs. She thought of the beautiful
experience she had just had with Tom, and now of the horror she
was going to be forced to submit to. The contrast made her cry
out in anguish and shudder.
"Come on," Doug cried impatiently, pushing her back hard
against the fence. Lydia sprawled out on the ground, her head
striking the bottom wooden brace of the fence. Her ass rested
squarely on the dirt while her back rose at an angle from the
ground. Her legs were spread widely apart in front of her,
exposing her snatch completely. The big Setter whined, his body
shaking as he spotted the fat crack partially hidden by Lydia's
thick forest of cuntal curls.
"Go get her, you cunt-licker," Rick whispered in the Irish
Setter's ear. The dog seemed to understand what the fat man was
talking about and took off for the semiconscious girl's snatch.
Lydia felt and knew nothing up to this point. Her mind was a
black blank until she felt something slide between her thighs and
bump the underside of her cuntal mound. Fluttering her eyes open
she moved her head down and realized the muscular dog was settling
down between her widely splayed legs, his cold nose pushed against
the bottom of her twat.
"No ..." she cried, jerking awake and slapping her hand down.
The big dog ducked, twisting his head around, then pushing it
forward again until he was nudging her pussy-lips once more with
his cold snout. Lydia felt a shudder of revulsion crawl up her
spine. She was helpless. The men were standing over her, waiting
for her to bolt so they could hit her, throw her to the ground and
let the dog have her anyway. "Ohhh," Lydia cried as she felt his
hot wet breath on the tender inner surfaces of her thighs.
Strangely enough she felt giddy and a little weakened. What was
it in her that made her react in that unspeakable way to the
animal's touch? She had heard of women who had done things with
animals. But people spoke about that in hushed voices. She'd
often wondered how women could do such things.
And now here she was, sprawled naked in front of two savage
men and a frenzied Irish Setter bent on doing God-knows-what to
her cunny. And yet in spite of the terror and shrinking revulsion
racing through her veins there was also a black excitement making
her heart beat crazily.
The dog's nose pushed hotly against her cuntal mound again.
She felt the soft cool surface of nostrils press the outer labes,
forcing them apart. For an instant she felt the dog's furry snout
rub against the sensitive membrane between her inner and outer
labes before the Setter pulled back and turned his face up to hers
for approval.
"He likes you," Rick said, laughing dirtily while Doug joined
him.
"Oh," Lydia answered, closing her eyes and letting the tears
flow freely from under her lids now. A soft warm wind blew
lightly across her face, making several strands of her golden hair
flutter against her cheeks and forehead. "No, don't," she said as
the animal began lapping at her crotch.
She felt the warm, damp sensation of his tongue slathering
down her fine cuntal hairs, matting them together with doggie
spittle as his right paw moved up and rested heavily on her inner
thigh. She could feel the short ticklish fur around his black
rubbery paws against her flesh while his claws left small red
marks on the skin. His tongue moved up from the bottom cleft of
her pussy-lips, forcing the hairs to mat together in a slicked-
down upward pattern while rivulets of his thick animal saliva
seeped into the tight crack between her pussy-lips. Lydia rolled
the back of her head from side to side against the rough wooden
fence, a low throaty moan of despair and horror escaping from her
tightly compressed lips.
He was only a dog; a filthy, primal lusting animal. She
hated him. She couldn't help herself from hating him. And yet
what was he doing to her? What feelings was he dredging from the
dark corners of her mind that sickened as well as fascinated her?
Gasping from the unbelievable tickle as the animal's hot wet
tongue grazed her thickening clit-shaft, Lydia thrust her hands
down to cover the exposed membranes. The dog licked her fingers,
nuzzled at them with hot eagerness as he tried to gently push them
away to get back to her twat.
"Oh God, god, nooooo!" Lydia cried, raising her hands and
weakly trying to push the animal away. But he stayed, pushing
forward harder until he managed to get back to the object of his
battle. The sudden, scalding pressure of his powerful tongue as
it peeled her cunt-lips apart and wormed a few inches into the
velvety depths of her pussy made Lydia jerk her knees up
involuntarily. That subtle move pulled her snatch-lips further
apart, exposing more of the soft folds of her inner twat to the
growling animal.
One wet lick rubbed over her clit again. Lydia sucked in her
bottom lip and drew blood. What was happening to her mind? A dog
... a goddamned dog was doing this to her? She could feel her
nipples stiffening, tweaking with excitement as the dog's growls
grew louder and more fierce. As his bushy tail swished back and
forth, brushing against her knees, Lydia rocked her ass slightly
from side to side, rubbing the inner surfaces of her twat
together. It was friction against friction that made her go wild.
The rub of one velvet surface over another. She couldn't be
expect to stay unmoved while a mouth was pushed against her cunt.
Even if it was a dog's mouth.
"No, no!" she protested again. The dog growled again, then
moved back. "Oh please don't ... ohhhhh." The dog's tongue was
back again, exploring higher until it was caressing the nub of her
rising clitty shaft.
Oh, it felt so good to have that wonderful wet surface
sloshing over her throbbing sex spindle. She opened her legs
again, the pressure curling back her fat furry outer labes and
exposing the full surface of her pulsing cunt to the Irish Setter.
The animal whimpered and moved the long tip of his nose from side
to side. Lydia sucked in a ragged breath as the dog opened his
mouth wide and pressed his front white fangs into the flesh of her
right inner thigh just above the jutting tendon. The hot flush of
her skin, and her nerves being raked at so sensitive a spot on her
body made Lydia's head pound crazily.
"Just like her friend," Rick commented wryly as he and Doug
watched the young blonde student's ultimate degradation.
Chapter 5
Lydia sobbed, rolled to her right side and kicked out one leg
as she felt a powerful spasm through the length of her pulsing
clit-shaft.
That dog; that damned, wonderful dog was doing this to her.
He seemed maddened and aroused more than ever as he gouged his
claws against her thighs and stuck his long nose up and down the
flooded slick inner folds of her twat. Lydia pulled herself up
against the wooden fence and opened her eyes. Looking down at the
Setter she could see that his furry mouth was wet with her own hot
juice. His black, flared nostrils glistened with it. His pink
tongue lolled sloppily over her twat, parted the fleshy fat lips,
then slithered up the widened crack up to her clitoris and bathed
it again and again.
Lydia squeezed her asscheeks together, feeling her asshole
pucker up as she lifted her throbbing crotch up to the licking
animal. Digging her trembling fingertips into the loose dirt
under her, the young blonde shifted her thighs from side to side,
raising and lowering her right leg, rubbing the slick inner bumps
and hollows of her pussy against one another as that wonderful,
rough pink tongue snaked its way up her love cave.
It felt wonderful, hot and wet. And yet Lydia wished she
could have something more inside her. She felt highly aroused,
and yet empty. Her cunny needed cockmeat, prickmeat, inches and
inches of throbbing dong to stretch her taut pussy lining, to
force it into a wide, high tunnel. For an instant Lydia wondered
what it would feel like to have the Setter's pointed knobby prong
peeling back her outer labes and drilling into her snatch. She
drove the thought out of her mind in an instant, wondering how she
could think of something so sick and unnatural.
"Uhhhh," the blonde grunted, snapping her knees together and
trapping the big animal between her thighs. He growled in
frustration, twisting his red, hairy handsome head to the left
while opening his mouth. A light nip on the tendon protruding
from Lydia's left thigh warned the girl to be more careful in her
sexual acrobatics.
Lydia started rocking her body more furiously now. The
killing tickle was becoming worse between her legs. She was
building steadily toward a climax. Her mind whirled madly like an
out-of-control merry-go-round while the dog's mouth worked over
her pussy. She put a shaky hand down to her cuntal mound, felt
how soaked with animal spittle she was, then felt the Setter's
tongue lap her fingers and the sensitive places between them.
Groaning again, Lydia dragged her fingers up her heaving
belly and felt the wet streaks they were making against her hot
flesh. She closed her eyes and rolled her head back and forth
against the wooden railing, her breathing becoming shallow and
raspy. It was lovely. She could feel her body running out of
control now. There was nothing she had to do except lean back and
let her nerves take over. The pulsing grew harder and more
throbbing in her cunny. The big Setter growled, his tongue
lapping and slathering more furiously as he sensed Lydia's growing
urgency. The blonde could smell her own cunt juice as more and
more seeped from her slicked down cunny. Her groaning turned to
short, rapid grunts, then to a kind of gurgling hysterical sob as
the veins stood out in her neck. She shook her head violently
back and forth, the strands of long blonde hair whipping across
her cheeks while sweat trickled down from her forehead and burned
into her eyes and nostrils. She could feel loose particles of
dirt digging in between her nails and fingers as she scraped the
ground with her hands. The entire world blurred into a white fog
of unspeakable delight. Her pussy-lips were red and hot, and her
clit-shaft seemed to burn like a tiny red hot poker. "Cumming,
cumming," she said out loud, not realizing the dog wouldn't
understand the significance of her announcement. But it wasn't
lost on the men who stood around her and jeered at her orgasm.
"Cumming!" Doug mimicked Lydia, throwing back his head and
howling like a wolf at the moon. The others laughed, then
followed suit, soon filling the still night air with baying and
barking sounds.
But neither the Setter nor Lydia seemed to pay much attention
to them. The big animal squatting on its haunches, occasionally
readjusting its position and revealing a long, bony-hard cock
leaking a steady stream of bleachy doggie jizz. His big body
trembled with excitement, his sides sinking in, then billowing out
faster and faster as his lapping concentrated on Lydia's exploding
clitty.
"Ohhh, it's soooo good," the blonde groaned, reaching out and
locking her hands around animal's handsome head. She pushed it
down and forward, burying the Setter's snout into her cumming
pussy. She could feel his razor sharp teeth scraping against her
slick walls, threatening to tear the tender pussy lining in an
instant. Yet the thought of that possibility excited Lydia even
more.
She wanted to be completely possessed by this animal,
annihilated by him. Her cries matched those of the dog as she
jerked her knees up completely, raising them almost to her
swollen, jiggling titties then pulling them into her to keep the
Setter in place. She felt her pussy open up completely to the
animal. She dragged him forward, grunting and moaning when she
felt what she guessed was the dog's cock against her right
buttock.
"Cum, cum, cum," she moaned again and again. She wriggled
her ass back and forth, the weight of her buttocks adding to the
sensations driven to a wild plain of excitement by the Setter's
continued licking. She felt a hot dampness under each nipple and
over the tops of her feet. The slick clicking of the folds of her
squishy, dark pigmented pussy-flesh rubbing against one another
and against the Setter's tongue filled her ears like thunder.
Then the throes of orgasm cut through her like a bolt of
lightning.
"Fuck! Oh noooo!" she gasped, digging her fingernails into
the Setter's skull. Thrilling spasms of lust rocked her body.
She rolled on her side, taking the barking, growling dog with her
as she gripped him like a human lover. The fire stormed through
her pussy, up her thighs and into her belly as she bucked and
thrashed her way through her climax.
Finally her knees gave way and she sank slowly onto the dirt,
her chest heaving up and down as she gasped in lungfuls of air.
Her hands slipped off the dog's head and fell limply onto the dirt
beside her. She felt drained, humiliated, degraded. To think she
had allowed herself to be carried away in this humiliating way
before these men--and with what?
A dog, a goddamned dog, something she would never have even
thought of in her most perverted of fantasies. Stripped naked and
forced to perform this way in front of these bestial perverts!
Where would it end?
"Miss High Class didn't seem to mind a little pussy lickin'
from the dog here, did she?" Rick jeered, compressing his lips
tightly together in a nasty smile of contempt as he looked down at
her. The others laughed softly. Doug and Jack were at his side,
making the comment that the Setter still had a hard-on.
"She'll take care of that later. Looks like she needs a
little more stimulation," Rick said, reaching down and gripping a
handful of Lydia's golden hair. The young history student was
still floating in a world of her own, feeling the comforting glow
of sexual satisfaction settle over every square inch of her lithe
body. She drove the thought from her mind that an animal had been
responsible for her sexual satisfaction. She thought as she did
before--it was a mouth, a lovely, wonderful, experienced mouth
that had brought her off so powerfully and so completely. She
felt her pussy slackening, relaxing from the tensions that had
screwed it up so tightly. And yet there was something missing in
her satisfaction. There was still a kind of emptiness Lydia felt
in her snatch. If only she had a cock. And then the idea that
she was actually thinking those thoughts shocked her. Why was she
concentrating on pricks, cocks, balls? At that moment Rick yanked
her head up, driving her quickly from the world of contemplation
back to reality.
"Ohhhh!" Lydia cried, jerking her hands up and flailing at
the rude hands pulling her hair from its roots. She tucked her
feet rapidly under her thighs and stood up, remembering her
injured ankle only at the last minute. She cried out more loudly
than before, startling the dog into scampering some ten feet away
and barking angrily at her.
Rick let her hair go, taking her by the wrist and leading her
down the steep descending path to the main farmhouse. The sharp
loose stones in the path cut into the tender naked soles of her
flesh as they moved quickly along. Behind the two of them
strolled Jack and Doug with the Setter scampering behind.
Lydia felt a strange kind of terror mixed with exhilaration
as they moved down the walk toward the large, one-story wooden
house. Her titties jiggled teasingly together, the nipples
growing alternately soft and hard depending on what the blonde was
thinking of at the moment. There was an odd feeling of dangerous
adventure exciting her as well as making her heart pound with
terror.
"Inside," Rick said, pulling Lydia up the two steps to the
small porch. He shoved her into the darkened interior. The
blonde stumbled forward then caught her balance as Doug and Jack
followed. Someone had turned on a small electric light that hung
from the ceiling.
She was a little surprised at this modern convenience in an
otherwise authentic old building. The furniture was simple--low-
backed wooden chairs surrounding a rough-hewn table in the middle
of the room, a few cabinets, and a large stone fireplace in the
far corner. They were in what she guessed was a combination
dining room and kitchen.
Not saying a word Lydia moved behind the table and watched
Rick and the others like a hunted cat. She could tell the big fat
man was like a predatory animal with the scent of blood in its
nostrils, seeking out the kill. While she was at his mercy, Lydia
realized she would never know how far he would go for his
particular kind of satisfaction.
"On the table," Rick said, nodding at the rough surface in
front of her. Knowing by now not disobey him, the blonde
obediently draped her body across the table.
"Hold her down," Rick said to Doug and Jack. Lydia couldn't
understand what was going happen. Was he going to fuck her in the
ass? Force her to give him a blow job? As Jack gripped her
ankles tightly and painfully and Doug her wrists, Lydia felt her
big jugs press hard against the splintered surface of the
tabletop.
The scratchy sensation was exciting her, as well as her
obvious helpless condition. She could feel a small draft blowing
lightly over her rounded, upturned buttocks. The breeze was
tickling her exposed crack, blowing softly against a few stray
blonde cunt-hairs growing backward from her pussy. Imagining how
she must look gave an additional thrill to her.
Lydia heard the sound of something rubbing across cloth. It
almost sounded as if someone were undressing behind her. Then
there came a rushing, whistling sound.
In a second something cracked sharply across her buttocks. A
flash of white-hot heat seared her ass-flesh, making her body jerk
like a speared fish. At the same time Lydia felt her pussy stir
in response. It wasn't unlike the ass-fucking she had received
earlier from Tom. The painful heat was actually a stimulus to her
frazzled pussy, revitalizing it to throbbing action.
Again and again Rick's open-holed leather belt cut across
Lydia's firm, rounded asscheeks. She cried out again and again,
her face once more becoming pinched and red, her mouth pulled
tightly across her face like a scar. Her shoulders worked against
the table, tensing for the next series of blows as Rick stopped
for a moment then resumed his senseless beating.
"Uhh, uhh, uhhh, arrrrhh!" the blonde shrieked, her legs
pulling hard against Jack's hands. She couldn't even feel the
pain raking her injured ankle as she tried to jerk free of the
tight hold and escape the blinding pain in her ass. Her body
convulsed as the punishing blows rained down on her reddening ass.
"Stop, please, p-p-please!" she stammered.
Tears blurred Lydia's vision as her shrieks finally died down
to anguished moans in her dry throat. The belt continued
streaking and welting her buttocks. Lydia felt the agonizing heat
glowing over her buttocks, spreading across her belly, flushing
down to her pussy. She slid across the table top, feeling her
stiffened nipples digging into the uneven, rough wood while her
fleshy, swollen outer cunt-lips peeled open from the friction and
pressure against the tabletop, exposing the sensitive inner folds
and hollows of her pussy.
The blonde lost count of the number of blows. She felt she
was on the brink of losing her mind. The agony was driving her
mad; the sense of helplessness frustrating her; and the killing,
pulsing sensation in her pussy confusing her. Lydia felt the heat
of this savage beating penetrating the walls of her cunt. She
didn't think this torture could affect her this way. This beating
had awakened a new kind of desire in her. Her cunny began to
sweat. Lydia could feel her clitty once more rising from the
fleshy folds of her snatch. How could she so easily be aroused so
soon after her last cumming? It was the blows, the sharp pain in
her buttocks that was stirring forbidden fires in her pussy. She
felt like she was ready to be fucked. She wanted to cry out for a
fuck. She wanted to beg for a cock suddenly. Visions of stiff,
long, meaty dicks danced in front of her glazed eyes as Rick wound
into his final round of beating with the belt.
The long, holed leather instrument sliced over and over into
her ass, turning the bouncing red mounds into two glowing
cherries. Lydia's groans took on a deep, husky tone that
announced to the men what she was actually feeling. They all
smiled at one another knowingly, satisfied that they had
accomplished what they'd set out to do. "She's primed again,"
Rick said, sweating heavily as he pulled the belt off the girl's
ass and pushed it through the loops of his trousers once more.
"The bitch wants to get fucked?" Doug asked, looking up from
the floor where he was kneeling, holding her wrists. Lydia wanted
to spit in his face but could only turn her head away and moan.
He knew what she wanted, and she was shamed and humiliated
thinking there was no way she could hide it.
"Pull her off the table," Rick ordered gruffly. Doug and
Jack released the groaning young blonde, pushing her to her feet.
Lydia said nothing, gritting her teeth together and waiting for
the next horror.
Chapter 6
They had finally left her alone for a few minutes. Lydia lay
against a wooden wall in a small shed attached to the main house.
After beating her ass with the belt, Rick had had her taken from
the house and stuffed in the shed.
It was during this time she learned he was one of the local
police sergeants of the small town attached to the compound, and
one who was assigned the duty of occasionally patrolling the area
as Tom told her they did. The shoemaker, it seems, had often
scouted out young prey for them before, while the third man also
belonged to the Sturbridge Village police.
This she learned from the casual conversation held behind her
back. Rick and his buddy had to call in to the main station and
report, while the shoemaker was left behind to mind the store--
that is she and Tina.
As she lay on her back in the cold, damp darkness, Lydia
wondered why the other victims--if there were other victims--
didn't report what had happened to them to the legitimate
authorities. Surely most would be too ashamed to say anything for
fear of public ridicule and shame. But surely there must have
been one or two who were outraged enough to have risked exposure
to bring justice down on these men's heads. These and similar
thoughts drifted through the young blonde's head as she leaned on
an elbow and looked at a tiny beam of moonlight streaming in from
the outside. Her belly felt warm as she passed her hand down her
right side to her belly and kneaded the soft flesh between her
fingers. Her ass still burned and stung from the beating Rick had
given it. She thought of how she'd been draped over that table,
her long legs spread widely apart and held down firmly while her
ankles were restrained in the same way. She'd been pinned down to
the top of the table like a biological specimen, her high-riding
asscheeks completely exposed to Rick's brutal attack. And yet how
exciting it had been. She couldn't deny the heat that had burned
in her pussy with each killing blow of the belt against her
jiggling buttocks. Even now she could feel her pussy thrilling to
that strange heat radiating up from her ass. Lydia smiled to
herself, cupping a hand under her large and firm titties.
The touch gave her a chill. At first she thought about
removing her hand. Why should she drive herself on sexually while
these men were providing all the ammunition for perversion. And
yet no one could see her. What harm did it do. She moved her
hand up, thumbing her nipple until it grew stiff and pushed up out
of the soft dark red aureole. The effect was hot and electric.
She sensed the tension in her body building once again. The
tickle of her nipple had started those slick juices flowing
between her cunt-lips. She thought of that belt, of the
sensations she'd felt when that Setter licked her off earlier that
evening, of Tom and his fat cock ramming up her asshole while his
finger strummed her clitty mercilessly.
All the images blurred together in Lydia's confused, tortured
mind. When she started rocking her hips, the buttery heat spread
and leaked out to dot her blonde cuntal curls with dew. Even
after the assault she'd received, the blonde was theirs for more
sex. Her breathing had grown shallow. She licked her dry lips,
tossed her head against wooden wall behind her and spread her legs
further apart as she let her right forefinger droop over her
cuntal mound and brush against her stiffening clit.
"Ahhhh," Lydia sighed, closing her eyes and slackening her
jaw. She moved her finger back and forth, spreading the outer
lips apart gently, milking the fleshy lobes together with the
palms of her hands while stroking the clit-shaft more
purposefully.
Lydia felt her knees trembling. She was fingering herself to
cum. Oh, to be left alone where she could fantasize all she
wanted.
But then the sounds of footsteps approaching the shed made
the blonde pull her hands away from her crack. The door squeaked
open, and in the bright moonlight Lydia could distinguish the all
too familiar faces of Rick, Doug and Jack.
"Mmmmm, I smell pussy juice in here," Rick taunted.
"Good fresh and hot," Doug took up, raising his face and
taking in a deep breath.
"I think the lady's ready for another round," Jack joined the
other two, all three of them peering down at Lydia. The blonde
shrank against the wall, pulling up her knees protectively against
her chest and pushing her back hard to the wood behind her.
"She likes to fuck outside. Let's take her to the garden,"
Rick said to the other two men.
They all moved quickly, dragging the protesting blonde from
the shed, down the path and back to the garden where the Setter
had so rudely licked her pussy to climax.
When they got down to the garden Lydia saw the big Setter was
down there waiting for them. His bushy tail wagged back and forth
while his thick head was tilted and facing her.
"This can't be happening," Lydia said out loud as Jack and
Rick held her on either side, guiding her down to the approximate
spot where she'd lain before. And yet the sight of the dog
excited her as it sickened her.
Lydia felt her stomach turn over as she realized what was
happening inside her. Tossing her head from side to side she let
out a scream, tearing at the two men as best she could in a last
attempt to free herself.
"Damn it!" Doug said, nearly falling on his face because of
the blonde's violent struggling. Both men looked at one another
while Rick moved down to the dog, squatting and stroking its head.
On a mutual signal Doug and Rick let Lydia go, throwing her
forward and thus pitching her down on the ground.
"Ohhhhhfffff!" Lydia cried, throwing her hands protectively
out in front of her. The woman jerked forward, hitting her chin
against the hard dirt while her injured ankle twisted more and
ripped an anguished cry from her throat.
"Get her!" Rick said to the dog. The same command was used
before, and the big Setter recognized it. Barking twice, the dog
jerked from his resting position and lunged for the prostrate
Lydia.
The blonde saw the big animal prancing toward her and
groaned, covering her face protectively with her hands while
rolling over on her belly. Rick and Doug weren't to be
disappointed. Reaching down they rolled Lydia on her back just
when the Setter reached her shoulders. The confused woman kicked
her legs free of their hands and the animal settled down between
her legs and prodded her hungrily between her thighs.
"Oh no, don't!" Lydia cried, shuddering as she felt that
familiar tongue slosh back up her slick, fat crack. It was
terrible, that same forbidden feeling of earlier tearing at her
snatch. The big dog was growling excitedly. Lydia struggled
backward on the ground, propping her torso up on her elbows and
scooting her violated asscheeks over the ground. But where could
she go? The fence was behind her, and the men all around her.
As she moved backward she could feel the velvet wetness of
her pussy exposed. She sensed the inner surfaces of her pussy
rubbing together as she wormed further away from the creeping,
growling animal.
"No!" she begged.
"No!" all three men shouted back, breaking into mocking
laughter as they all watched the dog jump, his front big hairy
paws hitting her thighs. His nose plunged immediately under her
hot cuntal mound, his tongue wetting her. The animal wasn't
fooled by Lydia's reluctance on the surface. He was whining,
wiggling his strong body back and forth as he towered above her.
Lydia felt petrified.
The first touch of the tongue had made her belly muscles
contract with fear. And yet she wasn't hitting him or screaming
out.
"Ohhh, my God!" Unbelievably she was opening her cunt to
him, letting him touch her in the most secret places. She had
fallen back on the ground, pressing her right cheek against the
dirt and slowly letting her knees fall apart. The dog was going
wild. His tongue slopped over the tender inner skin of her thigh.
Each lick brought floods of juice from her cunt. It was the
lovely, wonderful friction she had felt earlier. Her knees fell
further apart. There was familiar clicking sound and pulling,
itching sensation as her cunt-lips unstuck. The big dog lapped at
them. He had been licking her asscheeks, his tongue getting
dangerously close to her bunghole. Lydia had scooted up further
to protect her shitter. But the animal had returned to her cunt.
He was nuzzling his black nose between her blooming pussy-lips.
Lydia realized the dog was tasting her. Smell and taste, the
most developed of an animal's senses, were being fully stimulated
by her juicing snatch. Gently he let his long pink tongue caress
and pet her clitty. Lydia shuddered with the consuming sexual
fever she had felt earlier when the big animal licked her. Oh to
feel that rolling, throbbing climax in her cunny again!
It was so uninhibited to be like this with the dog. He was
resting on his belly now between her parted thighs. She could
feel his hot breath tickle her pussy hairs as he drenched her twat
over and over again with his thick animal spittle.
"Oh, oh, ohhhh," Lydia moaned over and over while her head
rolled on the ground. The hunger in her body seemed to force out
every last ounce of decency and shame from her mind and body. All
she could think about was the growing tense ball of sexual tension
growing deep in her belly, pushing down on her cunny and demanding
quick satisfaction.
Her hands reached down her belly, finding the animal's
pointed nose and his black, hot, wet rubbery lips. She felt at
the steamy mess between her thighs as she had done before and felt
a thrill of lustful, shameless excitement ripple over her crawling
flesh.
"Jesus!" Lydia gasped. She moved her ass up, ignoring the
growing cramp in her ass-muscle. The dog sensed her growing
excitement and whimpered through his nose. Now he was bathing the
very bottom of her ass once more with hot spit, lapping back into
the slit of her asscheeks and threatening her bunghole again.
Lydia felt so wet down there. The insides of her thighs, her ass,
her cunt were all slicked down with the Setter's spittle. When
Lydia managed to push herself back up to a sitting position again,
the shock of what was happening to her hit her full force.
"Oh noooo!" the blonde cried, fighting up through the lust
settling over her mind. She tried to push the dog away, but her
arms trembled, then failed her. Her fingers instead curled behind
his furry ears. She humped her back, pressing her swollen,
pulsing cunt up against his pointed muzzle. The pink tongue drove
up and down her crack.
Her clit burned from the steady lapping friction and the
places between her toes tickled strangely. She fanned her fingers
out along the animal's neck, the long hairs tickling the
undersides of her hands. Slowly Lydia inched her knees back until
they were against her tits. Then parted them further, letting
every hollow of her pussy peel back. The animal whined, nuzzling
and licking and pressing his nose against her soaked cunt.
Lydia gasped and babbled to him as he lapped her to a
mindless state of sexual ecstasy. The stiff tickle of his coat
against her knees and upper legs made her throw her head to the
side and cry out. She moved her ass up, let it fall back again,
then moved it up one more time. Up and back, up and back, faster
and faster, twisting to one side and then the other so the
animal's teeth brushed one cunt-lip at a time. Lydia remembered
the thrilling sensation the dog's fangs gave her as they raked the
silky, slick linings of her pussy before.
She wanted that feeling again. She wanted to be taunted with
the possibility of being torn to pieces by this sheer brute.
"Uhhh, ohhhh!" the blonde didn't care about anything anymore.
She could die doing this and it wouldn't matter. Those men could
do to her what they wanted. All she wanted to do was cum, then
die. Her nostrils flared, burning with the air she sucked in to
feed her writhing, bucking body. The dog's licking seemed to be
everywhere in her pussy at once. If only she could have that
sensation of being filled.
That was the only thing she missed. If only she could have a
cock shoved up in her cunny. Anything up there would do.
Then something happened Lydia did not expect. The big dog
moved higher, squatting down at the same time when Lydia had moved
her pussy down. Before she knew it, his paws were down on her
shoulders, pinning her upper torso down against the ground while
his hind legs were brushing up against her ass. Real fear now
brought her back to reality in a flash.
Yes, she wanted a cock up her twat--but a human one. To
think a dog's bony knobber would be shoved into her pussy, slicing
open her fat labes, knifing into her belly. Licking was one
thing--but fucking?
"Off! No! Bad dog!" Lydia cried, beating the animal's back
with the balls of her feet as she weakly tried to push the furry
belly off her flattened titties. But the animal was too
determined and she too weak by her intense sexuality to do
anything. She felt a hot string of drool splatter across her
face, having fallen from the animal's slackened mouth. The claws
scratched her shoulders painfully as the big Setter settled down
between her widely splayed knees.
She felt something hot and wet and pointed bounce across her
upturned asscheeks. Her cuntal walls spasmed. To her horror
Lydia realized her hot, juicy pussy was trying to clasp the dog's
prong.
"No, no!" Lydia screeched, dropping her legs and thus
preventing the animal's cock from making its entry into her pussy.
"No you don't baby," Rick said, lurching forward and grabbing
her injured ankle. Lydia felt a pang of agony and screamed out,
the last ounce of strength draining from her body. She let him
and Doug push her legs back up, spreading her thighs apart and
letting the anxious Setter settle in her cuntal saddle.
"Oh, oh, oh!" Lydia cried as she felt the long, knobby cock
drag across her buttocks toward her cuntal cleft. She pitched on
the ground, bucking her ass against the dirt. The blonde raked
the dog's long red hairs with her fingers, pulling him harder
against her.
All right, if she was going to get fucked by a dog, then let
it be a good hard fuck. These and other crazy thoughts bolted
through her mind as Lydia tilted her throbbing cuntal mound up and
readied herself for the Irish Setter's spear-shaped dong.
Chapter 7
Her sex-knob glowed and throbbed like a festering wound as
the forepaws of the big Setter dug painfully into her shoulders.
Lydia felt the cooling air blow softly against her lifted
buttocks. In contrast to that sensation was the hot wet breath of
the big animal touching her flushed cheeks. How her snatch ached,
pulsed, winked shut from the sexual heat, then slowly relaxed and
opened once more, waiting for the first sign of cock entry.
"Fuck! Fuck!" Lydia cried, closing her eyes tightly and
sucking in another ragged breath. Her skin was covered with a
fine film of sweat that glowed silver in the soft moonlight. Her
belly was one tight knot, growing larger and larger as she waited
for the dog's big, red slippery prong to slice through her snatch.
Oh God, the teasing sensation of that thick cock jerking up
regularly now, banging against her furry labes, then pulling away
as he nervously moved his hindquarters around her ass for a better
position. Clear drops of pre-cum oozed from the tiny pointed tip
of the Setter's big dork.
Lydia pulled her head up and saw them hanging one by one like
diamonds from that jerking dick before falling in a translucent
string to the dirt below. To be fucked by that dog! The
realization of what was about to take place drove her mad with
desire. She wet her cracked dry lips, then opened her mouth and
let out a choked cry of lust. Her belly jerked and tightened as
she was racked with a series of dry heaves of excitement.
"Please, please," she begged the dog, her breathing becoming
more rapid and shallow as she felt that pointed, slick weapon
brush against her puffy cunt-lip, then move slightly to the left
to the slick, leaking crack zigzagging between her labes. Tears
of excitement welled then fell down her cheeks as Lydia felt that
wonderful hot cock push into the crack, spreading the thick fleshy
labes apart, then pushing them inward from the force of the
fucking prick.
"Ahhh, ahhh, ahhhh," Lydia sighed, her head rolling from side
to side as her lower jaw dropped. The veins stood out in her
neck. Her shoulders shook from the lustful excitement tearing
through her writhing body. Her toes fanned out. A killing tingle
assailed the areas between them. Her knees snapped together, then
fell apart as she ground her buttocks back and forth, thus rubbing
the wet velvety, inner cuntal surfaces together and against the
invading doggie prong. She could feel the dribbling warm streams
of cum oozing out of the dog's cock, flooding into her cunny,
mixing with her own juices. Then it was dribbling out of her
upturned snatch and oozing down the tight crack separating her
buttocks.
Only the first slick inch was buried inside her. But Lydia
was already shrieking as if the dog had been fucking her for
minutes. She felt those slippery bumps and knobs on his cock slip
past her pussy-lips, stretching them apart, as they forced her
fuckhole into a large, round tunnel.
The big animal was growling with increased lust. His head
tilted slightly to one side while his long pink cunt-lapping
tongue hung limply from the side of his snout. Long, stringy
rivulets of drool fell from the tip of his tongue and down Lydia's
titties. But the blonde didn't care. She ignored everything
except that wonderful tight sensation in her snatch. The young
student wriggled her ass excitedly, bouncing her fleshy ass-globes
over the hard packed dirt surrounding the garden. Her fingers
raked through the Setter's long, red silky hair while her knees
and inner thighs moved up and down, caressing the panting sides of
the fucking dog. Sweat ran down Lydia's thrashing body. Dirt
clung to the back of her neck, shoulders and arms as she thrashed
in the dirt like a screwing pig.
"Oh God! God!" Lydia cried over and over again, her mind
whirling about in a wild, obscene dance of sexual confusion and
desire. Both Lydia and the big Setter started growling with lust
and desire.
Then the big dog hunched back his hindquarters, his powerful
back arching up like that of a cat about to attack and rolled
forward as he slid more of his prick into the grunting woman.
Lydia's eyelids fluttered open. Her eyes rolled up into her head
and glazed over as more of his thick cockroot rammed into the
slick folds of her snatch. Gritting her teeth, Lydia grunted as
she felt the big knob just in front of the dog's thick dickroot
bang against her outer labes. He hunched back, his back curving
again, then slid forward, pushing that blue veined cock-bump
against her cunthole. Lydia cried out, twisting her body like a
snake, working her asscheeks desperately against the dirt, trying
to take in his cock. The animal growled and whimpered. His
forepaws scratching up and down her shoulders, moving to her
throat, clawing her titties as he struggled to work his knob into
her twat.
"Yes, yes, yes!" Lydia sighed, as his prick kept sliding into
her clitty. Oh God, how wonderful it felt to sense his hot body,
that long, tickling thick Irish Setter hair rubbing against her
belly, against her legs, against her titties! Oh! Her titties!
How good they felt rolling, bouncing, and slapping together under
the animal's attack. More saliva rolled out of the Setter's
mouth, oozing past his sharp teeth, seeping over his quivering
black rubbery lips and then falling down on her jiggling titties.
Lydia moved her hand down from the screwing dog to her boobs. She
squeezed the nipples of her jugs hard with her fingers and felt
her cunt contract with every tight pinch.
"Hey, I think he's gonna make that knobber of his squeeze
into her snatch," Rick said, watching the animal carefully. The
other two men raised their eyebrows and watched in a strange kind
of admiration as the big dog grunted, shook and trembled with the
effort. Lydia's grunts became more hysterical and high-pitched.
Her toes stretched out like sticks from her feet while her head
rolled wildly from side to side. Long strands of blonde hair
clung to her wet forehead as she waited for the big knob to slide
in.
"UHHHHHHGHHHH!" the blonde shrieked. Her body stiffened and
trembled. The Setter drove that big knot into her snatch with a
loud, squishing sound. Both dog and woman stopped their writhing
and screwing for several seconds, each drinking in the sensation
of the moment. The dog had finally pushed in his last knob,
stretching her cunt the ultimate.
Lydia felt completely filled. She was stuffed with as much
cockmeat as she could ever take in her pussy. She felt the tip of
his cock screwing down into the deepest depths of her pussy,
almost touching her womb. It was a dog and not a man who had
explored the secret passages of her snatch!
Lydia groaned and sobbed, but not from fear or shame. She
was pushed to the ultimate. Digging her head into the soil as the
dog's big, hairy balls slapped against her ass, Lydia felt her
belly turning over faster and faster with the growing excitement
of her pussy.
"Fuck, fuck, fuck," Lydia moaned softly, turning her head to
the side and choking out her pleas for satisfaction. Between her
upturned legs she could feel the dog trembling. It was a sign
that he was as close to cumming as she was. To have her quim
filled with doggie cum. To feel the flood of sticky jizz filling
her snatch to the full, flooding over her clit, soothing down the
exploding sex spindle like some salve for a burning wound. Oh
God! To feel it now!
"Rock it, baby. He's gonna shoot. He's gonna dump that
spunk into you," Rick taunted. But Lydia didn't care what anyone
said or saw. She cried and shrieked and begged for the big animal
to cum. Her breath grew shorter. Her skin burned with lust. How
much longer could she take this? Her ass was moving of its own
free will--bouncing, jiggling, grinding back and forth, making her
rubbery, fat pussy-lips chew along the full length of the Irish
Setter's pumping prick. The long, red, bumpy surface of that
screwing prick was slick with the mixture of Lydia's flowing cunt
juice and leaking pre-cum.
"Cum! CUM!" Lydia cried squeezing him desperately. She
wanted to stuff him inside her, to destroy him with her own
omnipotent sexuality as she felt the first powerful spasm of
orgasm make her pussy wink shut with heat. She threw back her
head, hitting it hard against the hard ground behind her. Her
neck strained. The veins in her forehead stood out and throbbed
while her legs kicked up and out from the power of her cuntal
explosion.
The screaming woman's reaction was enough to drive the big
Setter off the edge. While Lydia broke out into a series of
hoarse, choked cries, the big dog's body trembled. Then he became
strangely still. His tail stood up and shook slightly as his cock
began trembling and shooting in a long, powerful stream of bleachy
doggie spunk. The blonde whimpered, turning her head away as the
animal's big ass shook from the power of his climax. He squatted
down again and again. Long choking gasps escaped from his own
mouth as he screwed and drilled his prong into her waiting cunt.
"Ohhhh! Oh!" Lydia cried, her mind shattering as she felt
the animal's thick cum oozing down her tight little asscrack and
seeping into her bunghole. The big Setter kept hammering his dick
in and out until the final spasm rolled along the full length of
his dick. Satisfied, he pulled his cock from Lydia's trembling
pussy with a loud, wet sucking sound, trotted shakily over to the
far corner of the garden and sat down. Lydia's legs fell limply
to the ground, her pussy still glowing red hot after the savage
pounding it had received. She covered her face with her hands,
feeling the shame and degradation she had just been subjected to.
To have performed disgracefully like this, with a dog, and in
front of these savage men! Would there ever be a time when she
would be able to look at herself in the mirror? Now the woman
realized why no one would testify before a court as to what had
happened to them in the compound. Who would be willing to stand
in front of a group of straight-faced jurors and confess this sort
of humiliation? Who would believe them?
And if they did believe the incident, who would believe they
were unwilling participants? No, she could never turn in these
monsters, no matter how she felt about them.
"Feel good, baby?" Doug asked with a sneer. He was standing
with his thumbs hooked around his front belt loops.
"That doggie jizz packed down there good?" Rick asked
leeringly.
"Hey, is that other girl tied up good in the barn?" Doug
asked, turning to Jack who seemed be drifting in a world of his
own.
"I'll check. I tied her like a pig," the shoemaker said,
laughing with the others as he turned to go. Lydia meanwhile was
shaking herself free of the spell that had gripped her so long.
She felt a throbbing, pulsing ache in her cunny. It had been kept
at such a high state of tension and excitement for so long it
ached now that it was slackening and relaxing. Now she realized
once more the awful situation.
She and Tina were prisoners in this compound at least until
morning. It was still only early evening. God only knows what
these men could do to them before then.
Keeping an eye on the two men as they were discussing Tina's
fate, Lydia sat up. So far so good. No one noticed her. Slowly
she moved her legs inward, trying to ignore the wet feeling
between them. With every movement she made, more doggie jizz
leaked out of her snatch and wet her inner thighs.
Carefully Lydia tucked her feet under her naked dirt-smeared
thighs, leaning forward and putting her arms forward for balance.
She looked around her. The men were still talking with their
backs to her. The dog was curled up in the corner, licking his
soft cock with his long pink tongue lazily. If she could make it
to the main path, it was a short hop into the cornfield across the
road.
Once in the cornfield Lydia knew she would have a chance of
escaping, to get help or maybe get Tom. Get someone to get them
out of this terrible nightmare. Looking around her for the last
time Lydia sucked in a deep breath. Then she sprang up, ignoring
the sharp pain in her injured ankle as she bolted around the
garden and started running down the sloping path, past the house
toward the main road. She had nearly reached the road when the
men realized what had happened.
They stared blankly at the fleeing figure for several
seconds, disbelieving what had happened in front of their eyes.
The blonde's long hair streamed out behind her, glowing in the
silver moonlight. Her thunderous titties bounced, jiggled and
slapped against one another while Lydia ran for her life.
"Oh!" Lydia cried out as the injured ankle threatened to fail
under her. It couldn't. She knew she had the advantage now.
Peering briefly over her shoulder she could see the three men
standing in a little group near the far edge of the steeply
sloping garden next to the main house. She was almost to the path
now, and the cornfield lay only a few feet in front of her. The
tall, thick stalks promised a respite from her terrors.
"Get her!" she heard Rick shout from behind her. Lydia
jerked her head around and ran with a burst of speed, ignoring the
sharp stones cutting into the bare soles of her feet. Her fleshy
buttocks trembled and bounced. Her nostrils flared like a hunted
animal's as she reached the far end of the cornfield and plunged
blindly into the thick growth. The sharp leaves of the corn
plants cut into her flesh she brushed them aside. If only she
could lose herself in this field!
"Ohhhfff!" Lydia cried, her right foot hooking around the
thick base of a corn plant and sending her pitching forward into
the dirt. She scrambled quickly to her feet, running deeper into
the field. The wet, warm smell of damp earth assailed her nose as
the night sounds drummed into her ears. There was a stream at the
other end of the field. Then a clear area leading to the woods
separating the compound from the highway. If only she reach it!
Behind her the shouts of the men let the blonde know they had
reached the far edge of field.
"Oh God!" Lydia cried as she plunged deeper into the corn.
Chapter 8
"Try over that way and Doug, you take the left flank and I'll
go in through the center," Rick ordered, knocking the plants
roughly to the side as they plunged helter-skelter into the
cornfield.
At the other end Lydia was reaching the stream. She could
hear the peaceful babbling of the small brook that ringed the
Sturbridge Village compound. The brook ran through the make-shift
sawmill near the parking lot and finally into the surrounding
rolling hills. The air grew damp and pungent-smelling. If only
...
"There she is!" Rick shouted.
"Oh God!" Lydia cried, shrinking back toward the stream.
They'd spotted her. Her heart skipped a beat as she turned and
ran toward the stream. Behind her she could hear the sounds of
corn plants being ripped aside and trampled.
"Don't let her get near the stream!" someone shouted loudly.
Lydia managed to reach the end of the cornfield. To the
right was a small, wooden, plank bridge leading across the tiny
brook in front of her. At that point Lydia saw Doug crossing the
bridge stopping in the middle of it and looking around. Lydia
backed quickly into the darkness of the field, dropping to her
knees and biting her fingers to keep from screaming in excitement
and terror.
"Too bad, baby," she heard from behind. Before she could
stand the blonde woman felt a rough hand on her shoulders.
Another hand slipped under her arms and jerked her up. "That was
a dumb move. You and your friend aren't going to get away from
here 'til we let you," Rick said, turning her around and gripping
her tightly by the shoulders. He shook her back and forth
violently.
Her head snapped so hard she thought he was going to break
her neck.
"S-stop!" Lydia begged, tears of frustration and defeat
welling up in her eyes.
"Fuckin' bitch," Rick mumbled, stopping his brutal thrashing
and grabbing her tightly by the wrist. "More trouble than you're
probably worth," he mumbled, dragging her back to the main house.
"I've got her! Let's get back and teach this one a lesson!"
he said loudly.
Lydia followed meekly behind, her head bent down between her
sagging shoulders. Her long dirty blonde hair hung around her
face. What they planned for her, Lydia could only imagine.
When they reached the main path once more they all joined and
moved silently back to house. But instead of going into the
structure the men dragged Lydia up the path to the barn. Shoving
her through the doorway they followed, telling her to join her
friend.
When she reached the far stall Lydia peered around the high
wooden divider and saw the tiny brunette still bound and gagged,
laying motionless in the corner of the stall. She had been
sleeping but woke up when the small group walked in.
"Take off the gag," Rick said, turning to Doug. Now the
brunette could talk after spitting out several threads of cotton
that had worked their way into her mouth.
"Lydia, did they ...?" Tina asked, not finishing her question
when she looked down at her friend's snatch and saw the telltale
scratch marks along her inner thighs and on her shoulders. "Oh
God, what've they done to us?" the small girl asked.
"Just wait," Rick said, bending down and untying the
remainder of the brunette's bonds. Tina pulled her hands from
behind her and rubbed her wrists, trying to get rid of the pain
caused by the rope burns.
"I get turned on by watching lesbos go at," Rick said as
Lydia reached over and stroked Tina's tangled brown hair.
"You think them two are Lesbos?"
"Naw, but you never know anymore," he said, his hands on his
powerful haunches while his fingers rested on his bulging fly. He
had been watching Lydia's ass. It was white, fleshy, yet not too
broad and flabby. He'd been wanting to stick his cock up her
shitter ever since he'd seen her earlier in the afternoon.
"Hey, you two start in on each other for a while," Rick said,
raising his right foot and kicking Lydia lightly on the left
shoulder. The blonde jerked her stiff body, turning around and
peering upward at him with hatred flashing in her eyes.
"What?" Lydia asked.
"You heard me. Suck her cunt!"
Lydia's eyes opened wide. She had never had even an inkling
of desire to do something so perverted. To touch another woman in
that way ... and yet what choice did either of them have. Tina
looked at her in bewilderment.
"God," Lydia muttered under her breath as she felt Mike's
boot kick her shoulder again. Moving around and kneeling between
Tina's small, girlish legs, Lydia opened her mouth and stuck out
her tongue, sanding it over the brunette's right nipple. Tina
cried out in surprise that her friend would do such a thing. But
Lydia said nothing, feeling her face burning with shame and
humiliation.
Reaching forward she pulled Tina up slightly, then forced her
torso down on the loose hay. Gradually both women began to warm
to the task. Tina rolled her head to the right as she felt her
friend's tongue dig into her ear and probe her canal. Tina arched
her back, pushing her warming pussy against Lydia's as she felt
her friend toying with her swelling labes.
The blonde felt a tightening sensation growing deep in her
cunny. It wasn't the same urgent, hot wetness felt earlier with
Tom or even the dog. But Lydia realized she was becoming aroused
by this act of perversion. She slid her body up and down, back
and forth against her friend's cunt. Groaning, she felt Tina's
cunt-lips working over hers, peeling them open and rubbing against
the sensitive membranes between the inner and outer labes. Lydia
felt the heavy weight of her jugs pulling at her chest as she
towered over the brunette and continued lapping like a thirsty
animal over her friend's throat and shoulders.
"Yes, yes," Tina hissed between her tightly clenched teeth
while Lydia milked her cunt-lips together. With her slender
fingers she rubbed their slippery edges together as her forefinger
inched slowly up toward Tina's unsheathed clitty shaft. "Ohhhhh!"
the brunette gasped again as Lydia grabbed her stiff clit between
her thumb and forefinger and squeezed it gently. Lydia licked her
dry lower lip as she pinched again and watched her friend's ass
squirm excitedly over the loose hay on the floor. Tina's belly
trembled and swelled out as if she were pregnant. Then her
stomach caved in as her body twisted and writhed on the floor.
Stroking the clit up and down, then changing strokes from side to
side produced the same uninhibited affect. When Lydia slid her
tongue down Tina's throat, past the jiggling small titties toward
her navel, Tina dragged her ass across the floor. Tina ignored
the sharp, pinching sensation of the loose straw and hay working
into the tight crack between her tiny buttocks.
Lydia grunted like a sow as she moved her tongue around
Tina's navel, then went back up to her friend's titties. She drew
in one nipple between her teeth, running her tongue quickly over
the hard rubbery red flesh as she dug her fingers into Tina's
inner thighs. Then she let it go as she went over to the other
nipple and did the same thing. The result was electrifying. Tina
cried out, snapping her knees together and rolling on one side,
her ass jerking up and down as she milked her cunny against
Lydia's stroking fingers. She was cumming, reaching an orgasm
with her friend's finger! Lydia's mind spun around as she thought
of what had just happened.
"Fuck this!" Jack said. The handsome dark-haired shoemaker
had watched too long not to do anything. Gripping the tab of his
zipper, he pulled open his fly, pulling out a thick eight-inch
cunt-splitter and stroking it to full hardness and thickness.
Moving quickly, unbuttoning his Levi's and pushing them down to
his knees, Jack walked around to the rear of both women, his fat
sausage throbbing and pulsing with blood and jizz. His egg-shaped
leathery nuts spilled out from the bottom of his opened fly.
He stood between Lydia's widely spread legs, his eyes
fastened on the narrow crack spread open now because of the
blonde's crouching position. Her tight shitchute tilted slightly
upward, puckering shut like a pair of pursed lips. Jack gave his
thick prong a few tugs, sliding his fingers over the rounded tip
of his jerking dong and lubing up the full length of his dick.
"Ahhh!" Tina cried as Lydia ran the pointed tip of her tongue
along the twitching inner ridge of her friend's furry outer labes.
She reached up, placing her fingers just on either side of the big
labes and pulled away, peeling back those thick pussy-lips and
concentrating on the girl's juicy cuntal walls. Tina grunted,
pulling her knees up to give her friend more pussy.
Not seeing Jack standing behind her Lydia pulled her head
from Tina's crotch and slid off her friend's body. Soon the two
women's cunts were pressed tightly together. Their swollen labes
slid against one another, the subtle friction peeling back each
other's outer labes as their wet membranes touched.
"Uhhhhh!" Lydia cried as she lowered herself completely on
her friend. She could feel her titties mashing down against
Tina's, crushing in those tight little nipples with hers. The
smoothness of the body under hers; that great feeling of cunt-lip
against cunt-lip, clitty crossing against clitty, tit against tit
was driving her mad with lust. Just as Lydia began to trace the
tip of her tongue along Tina's lips, Jack bent down and stuck his
forefinger directly into the blonde's tight little asshole. Lydia
jerked, a sharp groan tearing from her throat. Jack slammed his
finger up to the second digit, wriggling it around and around in
the woman's tiny asshole like a reaming worm.
The young blonde student knew now what was happening.
But what she was feeling grow hot between her legs prevented
her from protesting. She squeezed her big ass muscles together,
trapping Jack's finger in the musky depths of her shitter while
she shifted her cunt back and forth against Tina's juicy pussy.
To have that friction rubbing over her snatch and to have the
sharp pain and heat radiating out from her shitter was driving her
mad.
"Oh! Oh! Oh!" Lydia moaned in her friend's hair, digging
her fingertips into Tina's fleshy boobs as she humped down and
slid her furry labes along the brunette's tight little pussycrack.
Jack backed away, pushing his Levi's down to his ankles, then
moving forward again, still keeping his finger buried in the young
woman's bowels. He shoved it in to his knuckle, slowly feeling
Lydia's sphincter relax and accept the invader.
Better prime her first, Jack muttered to himself, spitting in
the palm of his hand. Then he slicked down his cock with the
thick salvia. Moving forward while still kneeling, Jack wrapped
his arms around Lydia's shaking shoulders, slowly lowering himself
down on the woman's concave back until he was sandwiching her
between Tina and himself. The brunette cried out. She was being
crushed. But neither Jack nor Lydia seemed to notice.
The blonde felt her clitty sparking with pre-orgasmic spasms.
Stretching and pulling taut as it rubbed against the short brown
cuntal curls surrounding Tina's snatch. At the same time she
could feel Jack's fat balls dragging across the rounded fleshy
bottoms of her full buttcheeks. Chills of excited expectation
raced through her mind as the tip of the big man's fully extended
cock pressed against the brown wrinkled skin surrounding her
shitter.
"UHHHHH! AAAAHHH!" Lydia gasped out, feeling the air leave
her lungs as Jack rolled forward, hiking his muscular hips up.
Then lowered them back to Lydia's ass while driving his prick into
the blonde's waiting asshole.
"Jesus! Almost like fucking a watermelon!" Jack panted, much
to the amusement of the other two men.
Lydia wanted to tell them she'd been ass-fucked by Tom, a man
whose cock was almost twice the size of the one being shoved in
her now. But she didn't want to give them any ammunition. She
was better off if they knew nothing about Tom now. Maybe later
their ignorance would come in handy.
"Ohhhh!" the blonde cried as she felt her ass being drilled
deeper and deeper by Jack's sinking, reaming cock. She could feel
his egg-like fuck sacs resting on her buttocks, then flatten out
as his groin rested fully on her thighs. His fat dickroot was
pressing against the stretched wrinkled lips of her shitchute.
She could feel his hot cock twitching and jerking inside her
bowels.
It was like having a hot enema spurting in her body, reaming
and digging at her sensitive gut. Beneath her Tina cried out,
gasping for air, trying vainly to push Lydia and her companion
off.
But it was useless. The young blonde student was frantically
rubbing her pussy back and forth. Sliding her clit-stalk over and
over the top furry junction of Tina's fleshy outer labes she
strained her neck and cried she was cumming. At the same time she
raised her thighs and squeezed her asscheeks together, rotating
them in tiny circles and milking at Jack's helpless cock.
The young shoemaker closed his eyelids tightly and sucked in
a ragged breath. For a second Lydia felt a flash of power. Her
tormentor was now in her power if only for a few seconds. She now
realized what they were experiencing when they had her pinned
helpless to some floor or wall, torturing her and laughing. She
was torturing Jack in a way, bringing him up to climax, then
relaxing, soothing him down only to fire him up faster than
before.
He cried out, hanging his head limply between his muscular
shoulders while sweat streaked his forehead and cheeks. He held
her firm thighs tightly, riding her like a bronc-buster, jerking
his powerful hips forward and down and driving his cock in and out
of the screaming woman.
In an instant his head was tossed back and a grunting yelp
came from his mouth. While Lydia was cumming on Tina, Jack was
firing his jizz into the writhing blonde's dancing ass.
Chapter 9
Jack has just finished dumping his spunk to Lydia's aching
shitter. Rotating his thighs around a few times he milked out the
last few drops of hot cum before squeezing his hairy asscheeks and
cock out of the woman's bung.
"Ohhhh!" Lydia shuddered, her shoulders and chest shaking
violently from the hot flashes radiating from her rectum. Tina
lay quietly underneath her. Occasional sobs of shame and
frustration escaped her shallow breathing.
"The blonde's all primed up for that fuckin' dog, where is
he?" Rick asked, putting his hands on his thighs and looking
around the barn disgustedly. Jack stepped back and slipped his
limp prick back into his Levi's and zipped up.
"He's your dog," Doug said, moving to the door to go look for
the animal. "Some guard dog," Rick mumbled. "All he does is fuck
women."
"And whose fault's that?" Doug said. All three men burst out
laughing. They made a few insulting remarks to Lydia before
walking from the barn.
As the three of them shouted for the animal, Lydia talked
quickly and softly to Tina. "I almost made it to the river. Once
you get there it's just a short run to the forest and the highway.
Can you run?" she asked breathlessly.
"I-I think so," Tina said, moving a little painfully as Lydia
pushed herself off the small brunette's body. "They didn't beat
me too badly."
"They're coming back in! We'll have to wait for another
chance. But that's the only way we'll get out of here in one
piece," Lydia whispered. She rolled off her friend completely and
rested on her ass as the three men and the Irish Setter walked
into the barn. The big animal recognized both women immediately.
His bushy tail started to wag furiously as he dropped his jaw and
panted.
"He wants one of you again. But this time we'll make it a
little different," Rick said. His friends stared hotly at the two
naked, cringing women.
"Get on your hands and knees," Jack said to Lydia and Tina.
Both women had no choice. They reluctantly obeyed, trying to
ignore the obscene remarks from the men as they pushed their
bodies into a crouching position with their fleshy asses facing
the men.
Lydia's skin crawled with fear. Goosebumps appeared on her
belly, ass and arms as she waited for some new humiliation and
sexual brutality. She heard the men talking softly behind them.
Turning to Tina she saw her friend's face reflecting the same
horrified thoughts going through her own mind. The straw bit into
her knees and palms while her big titties nearly touched the dirty
floor beneath her. Tina's small boobs hung like tiny pendants
from her chest while her rich brown hair covered her agonized
face.
"Wonder if his boner would fit in here?" Rick blurted out,
reaching forward and jamming his right index finger into Tina's
asshole up to the second digit. The brunette's eyes bulged out in
painful surprise. Her lower jaw dropped while her nostrils flared
like a startled horse's. A gurgling groan ripped from her throat
as her body shuddered. With a wail she staggered forward,
catching herself with a sob when Rick warned her to stay still.
"Go on, boy," Doug urged the prancing Setter.
"No! Not again!" Tina cried, jerking her head to one side
and flashing a look of helpless despair at Lydia. The blonde
wished she could do something to help her friend. But her
position was just as rough as that of the brunette.
The big dog ran across the barn, stopping only for a second
to sniff at Tina's trembling ass. Then he leapt up and wrapped
his hairy forepaws tightly around the groaning woman's belly.
Lydia watched in horror as the dog flattened his head against
Tina's hunching back while his bushy tail wagged back and forth,
brushing the girl's trembling asscheeks. Lydia moved slightly
around to get a better look. The dog's familiar prong was quickly
slipping out of its tight-fitting sheath. Soon its small jouncing
balls and that huge knot at the far end of the boner were visible.
All the tiny and large knobs, all the thick blue veins standing
out from the dark red slick surface of the funnel-shaped prong
burned themselves into Lydia's spinning mind as she watched her
friend.
"I can't! I can't!" Tina sobbed out in a tight, choked
voice.
"You've got to," Lydia whispered encouragingly, feeling a
strange feeling of mixed horror and desire. To actually wish to
see her friend fuck this way was something the woman couldn't
admit openly even to herself. Yet nonetheless she could feel her
quim getting warm and wet all over once more. She watched Tina's
face grow red and tight with painful expectation. She watched the
Irish Setter's body tremble with excitement while his prong jabbed
and slid against the smaller woman's buttocks in search of that
velvety snatch. Lydia felt her twat heat up like a stoked blast
furnace.
"Lydia! Oh my God! He's aiming for my ass!" Tina cried,
jerking her head toward her friend once more as she felt the
animal's stiff knotty dork slip up her asscrack past her cunny
toward her shitter.
"Stop it!" Lydia cried. But the men had no intention. While
Jack and Doug watched Tina cringe and cry under the animal's
brutal assault Rick walked up behind Lydia, unzipping his trousers
and pulling out his cock.
"You're so worried about her, maybe you ought to think about
yourself," he said, moving around to the side while wrapping his
fingers in her tangled blonde hair. "You started to blow me a
couple hours ago. Let's finish the job."
"Oh God!" Tina cried, her teeth chattering from the pain as
the animal poised his pointed knob at the opening of her tight
little shitter. The claws of his forepaws scratched her little
titties while he moved his head up, opening his powerful jaws,
nipping her playfully just behind the right ear. Tina, however,
didn't enjoy his little love play and cried out in fear and pain.
The big dog wagged his tail, thinking he had properly excited her
as he'd done so many other times with bitch dogs. Moving his
trembling hindquarters rapidly behind her ass, the Setter hunched
back his powerful thighs, then rammed forward.
Whether or not he realized he was fucking the wrong hole Tina
and the others couldn't figure out. He speared her bunghole
mightily with his powerful dork, forcing the sphincter to give way
under his vicious assault. Tina's belly sagged, then contracted
as tears welled up in her eyes and spilled onto her cheeks.
Short, raspy breaths tore from her mouth as her arms shuddered
from the pain behind her.
Lydia was faring little better. Rick had his cock fully out,
his Levi's wrapped tightly around his spread legs while his balls
hung freely just under his thick dong. The blonde was still on
all fours, her head turned up to watch what Rick was going to do
next. Rick looked down menacingly, stroking his cock while
fingering his balls lightly with the other hand.
Without saying a word he stepped forward, holding his red-
tipped dong in front of Lydia's parted lips. The blonde knew what
he wanted. For a second she thought of closing her full lips over
the head, then biting down as hard as she could with her sharp
front teeth. That would fix him! It would also provide a
distraction long enough for the two of them ... maybe ... to get
free of these animals.
But Tina, she was trapped by that big animal, that huge Irish
Setter covering her like a thick hairy blanket. He was driving
his prong into her shitter. Tina couldn't move quickly enough to
take care of a split-second advantage. No, Lydia thought, she
would have to wait for another opportunity.
Reluctantly she opened her mouth fully, leaning forward while
squatting more on her hindquarters. She could see the salty,
bleachy jizz starting to leak out of the long slit at the end of
the dome-shaped dickhead. Lydia stuck out her tongue, letting
some of it drop on her tongue. She thought if she could just get
used to the idea of sucking this filthy man's cock it would make
the disgusting act more easy for her. "Hey, whatcha waitin' for?"
Lydia sighed, then started sucking up the cum as Rick rocked
back and forth, closing his eyes and moaning deep guttural sounds
in his throat. That dick jabbed against the back of her throat as
it kept on swelling with every lip-motion Lydia made. Rick
started to hunch faster, fucking his cock faster and harder in and
out of the blonde's mouth. The force of his cock blows made her
titties jiggle back and forth while her cheeks puffed out, then
sank in when the dick was withdrawn. From Rick's heavy breathing
Lydia could see he was close to cumming. She sighed almost with
relief, thanking God he was about to pop off. That would be one
less horror she would have to put up with.
"Ohhh, you're good, baby," Rick said, leaning forward while
stopping his mouth-fucking for a few seconds. He was gasping for
breath, squeezing his eyelids shut and fighting for control.
Lydia kept her tongue flicking around the base of his thick cock,
trying desperately to bring him off. She even raised both hands,
cupping his balls in her palms and rolling the hot, hairy nuts
gently back and forth. Yet he didn't cum. He was restraining
himself from the temptation.
While Rick's cock rested inside Lydia's hot, wet mouth the
Irish Setter's cock was making progress into Tina's reluctant ass.
The girl sucked in a breath of air, held it, then blew it out in a
choking gasp only to draw in another gulp of air while sobbing and
choking with pain and despair. Tears flowed freely from her
bulging eyes. Sweat trickled from her forehead and down from her
shaking arms. Her pinched, red face showed the agony and horror
the young woman felt as the big animal drove more doggie inches
into her shitter. Her cunny throbbed violently--not so much from
pleasure as from genuine pain in her buttcheeks.
The claws of the dog's large forepaws were raking her titties
and upper chest with long, red scratch marks. Knob after knob
slid into her ass while the animal's powerful, furry body rose a
fell against Tina's arched back. She cried out for God to help
her. Gradually her sphincter relaxed, accommodating more and more
of that animal cock.
"Oh no, no, no," Tina groaned over and over, shaking her head
back and forth slowly between her sagging shoulders. Her legs
trembled and threatened to give way more than once as another big
cock-lump plopped past her shithole lips and drove down deep into
her bowels.
The brunette managed to keep control until she felt the big
knob brush up against her shitter. When the Setter was trying to
work that knot into her ass the young woman cried out with pain.
The burning, tearing sensation in her bowels was too much. She
thrashed as much as she could, lurching forward and falling on her
face.
The Setter growled viciously, holding onto her chest tightly
with his paws while he moved quickly with the stumbling,
staggering woman. He gave up trying to drive his big knot into
her ass. The hole was too tight and small for entry. Instead he
began his regular fucking motions, pulling his spear-shaped prong
in and out of her little shitchute.
Tina turned her head to one side, closing her eyes tightly
and letting out short, raspy gasps. She felt a fire building up
quickly in her ass. She squeezed and relaxed her buttocks.
Alternately rocking them back and forth as the dog's screwing
began to change her horror into a mild kind of delight. Her right
cheek scraped back and forth across the dirty ground as the dog's
fucking rocked her body backward and forward. Vainly Tina tried
to push her body up, but her strength had been sapped by the
struggle with the animal. She simply let the dog fuck her ass
faster and harder.
Lydia meanwhile was having trouble bringing Rick off. She
wanted that man out of her mouth and realized the only way she
could do it was to make him cum.
But the guard refused to be brought off so easily. Stopping
several times when he was close to the brink, he would tear at the
roots of her hair whenever she sucked hard and tried to stroke his
cock into shooting with her flicking tongue. While Tina was being
ravaged brutally by the big Irish Setter next to her, Lydia could
do nothing. Except wait for the next signal from Rick when she
could start sucking him and hopefully end this horrible sex-play
as soon as possible.
"Now, baby, now. Oh yeah, that mouth of yours is unreal,"
Rick said in a choked whisper as he started running his spit-
slicked cock in and out her mouth.
Lydia groaned, gagging and choking as rivulets of spittle
bubbled from around the corners of her stretched lips and trickled
down her chin and throat. She swirled her tongue around the
underside of the dickhead until the shaft started bouncing against
the insides of her puffed-out cheeks. The blonde moved her head
back and forth more furiously, flicking her tongue faster and
faster. She could taste more jizz spilling out of his jerking
rod.
Lydia milked Rick's balls more rhythmically now, squeezing
the fat, leathery nuts gently between her fingers and feeling them
tighten against his fat dickroot. She prayed to God they would
cut loose with their load so she could get her mouth off that
sickening prong.
"UHHHHHHH!" Rick suddenly cried out, feeling his jizz
shooting down the full length of his prick and packing down in his
cockhead before jetting out in the first long spurt of his cum.
He gripped the blonde's head tightly with both hands, holding her
face hard against his smelly, sweaty, hairy groin as he began
firing his cum into her mouth.
Lydia coughed and gagged, spitting out a mixture of her
spittle and his bleachy jizz from around the corners of her mouth
as she felt the sticky cum spurt against the back of her throat.
It was revolting. She wanted to reach up and scratch his
face off. She wanted to clamp down her teeth onto that prick and
bite it off, spitting it in his startled and pained face. Yet all
she did was kneel there, smell his horrible crotch, and spit out
his shooting jizz. At least this blow-job was over.
Chapter 10
For Lydia the ordeal was over for a while. She rocked back
on her heels, sitting on her legs and turning her face away from
the triumphant Rick. She held her belly tightly and spat out the
remainder of his jizz on to the floor. She felt her face
flushing, while the big man flicked his cock free of the last drop
of jizz, then slipped it back into his tight-fitting trousers.
"Not bad head, but I've had better," he commented as he
turned to watch Tina's final throes of agony. The brunette was
humping back against the big dog now. He was pile-driving his
cock into her asshole. His rubbery red prong was slick with its
own juices as it pulled the shitter out then moved it back in. In
and out, in and out, faster and faster the Setter's prong fucked
the brunette's ass. Lydia turned around and watched in growing
fascination as Tina's fingers clawed the loose dirt and hay of the
barn floor. A thin film of perspiration coated her belly, legs
and arms. Her head shook violently as she felt her clitty shaft
stiffening under the animal's brutal attack. She wasn't about to
cum. But just to feel her cunny heating up again was a pleasure.
"Ohhh!" Tina cried, smiling a weak smile at Lydia. Then one
look at the blonde's startled face brought her back to reality.
Fucked in the ass and by a dog! She dragged her hands to her
face, covering her eyes in shame as the Setter howled, reached
forward and nipped the back of her neck.
Shrieking with pain and fear Tina lurched forward once more
to try to escape the prong. But it was too late. She felt the
animal's dick jerk violently several times, then balloon out. In
an instant she felt his long, wet spurts shooting into her ass.
It was like getting an enema of hot, thick syrup. She cried out.
Her shrieks becoming low throaty moans of horror as the Setter
growled and fired over and over again the hot load in his big hot
nuts.
"God! God! God!" Tina cried as she felt the shots of cum
die down. The big Setter pulled out of her ass quickly. Moving
alongside Lydia and curling up next to her thigh he began licking
his shrinking cock.
"Okay blondie, you're next," Rick said to Lydia as Tina fell
onto her belly, then rolled on her side. She curled up in a fetal
position, hugging her knees against her small child-like titties
and sobbed softly to herself.
"What? What now? What in God's name can you do to me?"
Lydia asked defiantly. She had been so violated, humiliated and
degraded the blond felt there was little else they could do to
humiliate her more.
"Come on. Jack, you stay with the little brunette. You like
her anyway," Rick said, jerking his head up in a gesture for Lydia
to follow him.
She had been so conditioned by his domination of her spirit
that she followed him obediently from the barn with Doug.
"We'll let you go after this. It's the last thing," Rick
said. Lydia felt her heart leap up with joy. She and Tina didn't
have to worry about escaping. They'd let them go. She wanted to
get away. To hide her face in shame from the rest of the world
forever. They could go on doing what they were doing in this
compound for as long as they liked. All she wanted was to get
away in one piece with her friend.
"Right there," Rick said, stopping in front of a far stall.
They had walked some time in silence out into the cold night air.
Lydia was still naked and felt her flesh puckering from contact
with the brisk temperature. She had been hugging her titties and
rubbing her upper arms to generate heat. Her ankle still bothered
her and the stones cut into her feet. They had walked past the
garden, along the path she had come up earlier from the town
square. Several stalls stood on the left side of the path. Most
were empty. A few had chickens, a rooster and an occasional goat
or two sitting peacefully on the hay.
Lydia couldn't understand what Rick was talking about until
they reached the last stall. A small hurricane lamp hung from a
wooden peg high on the rear wall. Enough light was thrown in the
stall for the blonde to see a large jackass standing peacefully in
the middle. In an instant Lydia could see it was a male. His
large rounded cock was covered with pieces of straw and stubble
while his long tail swished contentedly back and forth.
"What ...?" she began, then turned and looked at Rick and
Doug smirking at her.
"Jack doesn't have the stomach for this. But there ain't
nothing like seeing a woman strap on old Tim here," Rick said,
reaching down and grabbing Lydia by the wrists at the same time.
In a flash the blonde realized what they were going to do to her.
"Oh God! No!" she cried, staggering back as far as she
could. She pulled away wildly. She thrashed her body back and
forth, her hanging titties swaying back and forth from the
violence of her struggle. Lydia cried out, sobbing and choking as
she tried to twist her way free of Rick's hard grip. But he held
on to her too tightly. Quickly he and Doug pushed her into the
stall, stroking the big jackass' neck slowly while telling Lydia
not make so much noise.
"It'll be easier if you don't fight. Tim here's a might
scared of women who shake around. A couple have been hurt," Rick
warned.
"You've done this before to others?" Lydia cried out in
disbelieving horror, her eyes going from man to man, then finally
resting on the soft, big brown eyes of the staring jackass.
His thick upper lip was peeled back, a revealing row of
strong, yellowed teeth. It looked like an insane grin. She felt
her skin crawl as she looked down and saw the animal's funnel-
shaped cock begin to twitch. They had done nothing. But her
naked appearance in the stall was enough to excite the beast.
"Tina ...?" she started to ask, looking searchingly at the
men.
"Too small. But you're just right," Rick said pinning her
arms tightly behind her and holding them against her back as he
moved her to the animal's head. Lydia cringed back, turning her
head as she felt the jackass' warm, moist breath blow against her
titties. She felt her pussy wink shut with horror as the donkey
brayed loudly twice, then stepped hesitatingly forward and opened
his powerful mouth.
Was he going to take a bite out of her jugs? She would put
nothing past him or these men behind her. Instead she watched as
his bright pink tongue fell from his rubbery lips, then moved
upward as it lapped her titties.
"UGGHHH!" Lydia cried, her spine crawling with sickening
revulsion as she felt his hot spittle dribble across her belly and
titties. The force of that sandy lick pushed her boobs almost up
to her throat, then let them jiggle down to their original
position.
The cool night breeze made the wet spittle coating her
titties feel as if it were freezing to her goosefleshed skin. The
mule backed away and stared at her, braying once more as he saw
her eyes rolling wildly.
"Oh God! Don't make me do that with him! Please, don't!"
Lydia pleaded. But her pleas met only with laughter.
The jackass moved forward again, sticking his tongue out once
more and lapping at the woman's belly. Lydia shuddered as that
incredibly thick, rough-feeling tongue slid across her navel,
bathing her lower stomach in a thick layer of saliva. He lapped
and lapped again, occasionally rubbing his thick rubbery lips
against her flesh. The blonde could feel his thick, stone-like
teeth against her skin.
"Okay honey, around to the back. Doug, you hold him until he
gets used to her," Rick said as he pushed Lydia roughly to the
mule's rounded asscheeks.
"You bastard!" she mumbled through her clenched teeth as she
stumbled around, then fell on to her knees. Rick told her to
stroke him hard. When she refused, he boxed her ears, then shoved
her down roughly. Breathing heavily, feeling as if the sky were
about to fall in on her, the blonde pushed herself back up from
the ground. She brushed back her hair, then scooted closer to the
animal's stomping hindquarters and reached up toward the mule's
hanging cock and balls.
She almost retched at the stench of stale shit and piss
wafting from under the moving jackass' big, black, ball-shaped
sacs. His belly heaved and his sides drew in and out with
excitement. Rick said nothing, occasionally looking at Doug up
front and winking as Lydia moved the back of her fingers up and
down over the leathery foreskin of the mule's prick.
While Rick told her to hurry up, Lydia moved her hands up and
slid them under the mule's twitching balls. She felt the stiff
hairs sticking from the undersides of his balls as she reached for
the animal's semi-rigid cock. As soon as her fingertips brushed
against the monstrous stalk, the mule brayed again and shook with
excitement.
Doug said something soothing in the jackass' pricked ears and
stroked his powerful neck while Lydia kept moving her hands up and
down the mule's prick.
"You're getting him going," Rick said mockingly. Lydia
looked up. The animal's belly was heaving up and down more
rhythmically while she could feel his prick start to grow hot and
stiff under her manipulation. His previous stomping stopped. He
stood quietly, his brown eyes glistening with excitement while he
enjoyed the blonde's jacking off.
"Go on and lick on that stick," Rick said reaching down and
pushing her head toward the stiff prong.
Lydia felt her belly turn over. But what could she do?
Holding the big dark-brown rounded head with both hands and
lowering her head down to its level, the gasping, gulping woman
twisted around until her lips were opposite the foul-smelling
dickhead.
It was almost the same size as a human male's although the
stalk directly above it was much longer and certainly much rougher
to the touch. Sucking in a deep breath Lydia opened her mouth,
fighting down the desire to gag as she took the big, brown bulbous
cockhead into her mouth.
"Yeah," Rick said in a long, low sigh as he reached between
his legs and started massaging his stiffening prong.
To see a woman humiliated this way, to actually see a woman
getting it on with an animal of this size was his biggest turn-on.
He'd kill to see something like this. And God only knows how many
times he had forced women to perform this degrading, insulting,
horrifying act for him and his friends.
Lydia said nothing as she took just the first few hot inches
of mule-meat into her mouth. It was hot and tough-tasting, not at
all like the feel and taste of Rick's prong. She let her front
teeth scrape gently along on the jackass' dick as her hand rubbed
across the hot hairy bottoms of Tim's sacs.
This time the mule balked, braying loudly once more while his
body quivered with excitement. The mule seemed to be enjoying
this new experience. His brown, thick dickstalk was fully
extended, the foreskin fitting tightly around the steel-hard inner
core. Almost every wrinkle had been pulled smooth by the
stretching of his prick. "Let's go," Rick said, peering around
the jackass' shoulders at Jack.
"Come on, babe," Doug said, laughing as he moved quickly
around the mule's hanging head and grabbed at her right leg.
"Oh God," Lydia cried, resigned to her fate as she let the
dickhead slip out from between her lips. She twisted her head
around, rotating her ass as she threw out her hands and tried to
scratch her assailants. No, she couldn't let herself be willingly
fucked by that horrible animal.
"Come on," Rick repeated, raising his hand and holding it
threateningly above her head. "You haven't fought off the rest of
the shit we did to you. This is just a piece of cake for a bitch
like you."
Lydia felt the blow of that remark. It was true. She'd come
into Sturbridge Village as just another college coed, in fact more
innocent than most. And in a few hours she had been changed into
unchained nympho.
The shock of that realization made her relax, and that was
all Rick and Doug needed. Twisting her around they knocked her
once more to her knees, dazing the blonde while they rolled her to
her hands and feet. While Rick held her down Doug walked to one
corner of the stall and pulled out an overturned orange crate.
Sliding it under the animal he forced Lydia's legs up on the
splintered top surface. Both men had trouble keeping her steady
until she regained full consciousness.
"You stay up there, baby," Rick said, keeping his head down
under the mule's underbelly. Lydia felt the animal's stomach
pressing down hard against her back. Her ass was tilted high up
in the air and pressing against the inner thighs of the braying
animal. She could feel his thick cock brushing against her right
leg.
A thrill of horror rippled through her body. It was almost
done. The final, ultimate, horrible fuck.
Lydia sobbed in horror as she felt the hot, tough skin of the
mule's dick bounce against her pussy-lips.
"No, no, no!" she cried, wishing time would fly by so she
could get through this incident quickly. Sucking in a deep
breath, Lydia waited for the beginning of her ordeal.
"I was gonna tell you to relax, baby, but you've taken so
much in your cunt you won't have any trouble," Rick jeered. Lydia
shuddered again when she felt that slick, thick meaty dickhead
press up against her pussy-lips. The men were pulling her closer
toward the cock.
The big mule meanwhile was swaying back and forth, stomping
his hindquarters as he was trying to get his cock into what he
knew was a hot slit for him. Unlike a dog, the jackass couldn't
maneuver so well. Lydia was crouching on the crate but the cock
of that animal was longer than the Setter's and thus was harder to
be pulled back into the blonde's snatch.
Yet somehow old Tim was making it. Lydia let out a low groan
of despair as she felt that big knob press harder against her
cunt-lips. She could feel those outer labes being pushed in,
puckering down with the pressure from the jackass' dick.
Her belly heaved. Her lungs expanded until she thought they
would blow apart. Every muscle in her body stretched painfully
and tensed as the animal continued to push its dick against her
reluctant twat.
"OHHHHHH!" Lydia cried, her body shaking mightily as she felt
the bulbous tip slide easily into her box after the muscles
ringing her pussy collapsed and surrendered to the pressure.
"Just like taking a regular cock," Rick sarcastically as he
watched that near-black dickmeat slide slowly but steadily past
her rosy cunt-lips into her box. Lydia's legs trembled but
remained on the crate as the mule's prick disappeared into the
depths of her welcoming body.
Rick was excited as hell now. He pulled down his zipper once
more and pulled out his prick. Even though he had just cum
minutes ago he was jacking off once more. His eyes riveted onto
the fucking scene inches in front of him. Doug too was
fascinated, massaging his cock through his thick Levi's material
while the blonde continued to swallow more mule-meat in her
snatch.
The dick was sinking into her with audible squishy sounds.
She felt as if some giant rod were being stuck into her, stuffing
her while splitting her apart. She felt the breath go out of her
as sweat slicked down every inch of her body.
"UHHHH!" Lydia cried as half the jackass' dick was finally
buried in her. She held her breath, then let it out with a gasp
as she fought to keep from screaming. Her ass hurt. Her titties
throbbed as if she were being fucked by a man. The mule's cock
slid further up her snatch.
"Stop it! Oh God! Please stop it!" Lydia cried. How much
more dickmeat was there to go? Every inch driven into her made
her brain burn with more and more terror. What would happen to
her? Were they going to make him cum inside her? Wouldn't an
animal's cockjuice infect her somehow? Wouldn't all that hot,
milky cum spattering inside her violated twat do something to her
as a woman? She tried to blot out the horrors that might await
her in the future as the mule buried the final inches of his
leathery dork in her snatch.
"Look at her. She can't get enough," Rick taunted.
Lydia indeed looked as if she were turning on to the beast.
Her eyes were glazed over, rolling around in her head. Sweat
streamed freely from her forehead and under her arms. She slid
her tightly clenching pussy up and down the animal's stiff,
throbbing rod.
"Uhhhhh!" Lydia cried again as her belly tightened with
revulsion.
The mule started backing up, then moving forward. In and
out, in and out, faster and faster the mule's jerking dork reamed
out Lydia's tight-clenching snatch, stretching it to an
unbelievable width as her shrieks turned to sobs of horror.
"Yeah, babe, yeah," Rick moaned, jerking his stiff cock to
orgasm. He was turning on to her sick humiliation, to the
bestiality he was forcing on her.
She tried to turn her head away from the man but found a sick
fascination in his red, sweaty, excited face. They were all
taking part in an unholy act of perversion, and there was a kind
of ugly brotherhood in it.
"OHHHH!" Lydia groaned, her head hanging down now until her
chin was touching her upper chest. She could feel the mule
swaying drunkenly against her back and legs. She could feel his
jerking prong, vibrating, swelling and throbbing inside her. It
felt as if he were about to shoot his load in her. Then it came.
A fat, sticky cannonball of mule-cum spurting out of his buried
dickhead and spattering against her stretched, slick cuntal walls.
Then another came and another until Lydia could feel her snatch
being stuffed up with the animal cock-liquid.
AHHH!" she cried in horror as the mule brayed in triumph.
His sleek body shook with passion. His sides heaved in and out
faster and faster as the veins surrounding his dickroot expanded
fully with lust. The cumming lasted several seconds. The
animal's balls dumped their load into Lydia's pussy.
When he had finished, Rick and Doug quickly moved under the
animal, dragging Lydia roughly away. Tim moved to the far end of
the stall and leaned heavily against the side wall.
Rick's cock was still standing out stiff from the opening in
his fly. With donkey jizz still leaking from between her flabby
cunt-lips Rick threw the woman down on her knees, twisted her
flush face up and shoved his dork into her mouth again. Without
fully realizing it Lydia was swallowing the cum again.
Retching and spitting out Rick's cum, Lydia then found
herself in Doug's tight grip. His hands roughly held her head
while he unzipped his trousers. He yanked out his thin but very
long prick and shoved in between her compressed lips. He only had
to jab his cock in and out of her mouth twice before his jizz
spurted down into her belly.
Both men zipped up, looking at one another and then at Lydia.
"Okay babes, you can get out of here," Rick said, bending
down and picking her up. Lydia said nothing, still spitting out
the pungent-tasting jizz from her mouth. Cum still trickled down
from her sore snatch-lips, down her inner thighs to her ankles.
"What makes you think we won't go to the authorities?" Lydia
blurted out. She realized planting ideas like that wasn't the
wisest thing to do. Yet after her disgusting humiliation she felt
she had to get some kind of revenge over these men.
"You won't. Just what would you tell them? You think you
could sit through a rape trial? Especially this kind of rape
trial? Baby, we'd give every detail of what happened. You might
get us convicted, but what'd they think about you and your friend
getting it on with dogs and mules? You wouldn't be able to go
nowhere with that hanging over your heads," Rick reasoned as they
marched the blonde back to the barn.
Lydia thought over what he had said as she walked into the
warm building and hurried over to her semi-conscious friend. Yes,
the same thought had occurred to her earlier. But if no one said
anything these men would continue trapping young women, doing
whatever they wanted to them without worry of being exposed.
Someone would have to testify. But who? Would she have the
courage to sacrifice her life for justice?
Fortunately that question was almost answered for her in the
next few seconds. While she was pulling Tina up from the straw
and the three men stood by the half opened door there was the
sound of running footsteps outside. Doug, Jack and Rick wheeled
around just in time to see Tom and four other men from the
compound run in. There was a brief scuffle ending in the subduing
of all three tormentors.
"Tom, oh God, I ..." Lydia said, rising slowly to her feet
and staring at the big man. Tina covered her face in shame,
falling into a crumpled, defeated heap while her friend stared
blankly at the men.
"Don't say anything," Tom cautioned her.
"How did you know? Why did you take so long?" Lydia said
almost angrily. If they known about what was going on, which they
obviously did now, why did they wait until now to break in? Every
degrading thing possible had been done to her and her friend. She
and Tina might as well go home without saying anything more.
There was little they could do now.
"Sorry. I didn't know what was happening until the police
department stopped by the main entrance a little while ago. Seems
I fell asleep after we ..." Tom hesitated a bit, lowering his head
and blushing.
Lydia giggled nervously. After what she and Tina had been
through in the past few hours, that kind of bashfulness seemed out
of place.
"After that, I fell asleep. Then when I got up, and started
for the main entrance for my car I saw the cops coming in. Seems
that one didn't radio in proper and the police were curious. They
needed some help getting around the grounds and I offered to
guide. We got up to the farm and saw you coming out of the stall
with those guys. We figured something was up. Say, what were
they doing with you in there?" Tom asked, tilting his head to one
side and wrinkling up his forehead.
Lydia felt her head spin and her face flush as Rick, Doug and
Jack laughed furiously. In the next few minutes the blonde and
her friend were treated to the ultimate humiliation as the three
men in tandem related what had happened and how the women had
reacted.
Lydia watched the looks of horror creep over the men's faces
as they turned their eyes from the men to the women, then back to
the men again.
"Whew!" Tom said, shaking his head back and forth after
they'd finished. "I don't know."
"We're willing to testify," Lydia suddenly blurted out.
"What?" everyone cried.
"It's no use, Tina. I'm not going to let these animals go on
with this. I'll go to court."
"It'll be hell for you," Tom warned as the police led Rick,
Doug and Jack out of the barn.
"I just can't let them go on like this," Lydia said, feeling
shame at her nakedness now.
"Here," Tom said, looking around and finding several woolen
blankets stacked up in a corner of the barn. He opened them and
covered both Lydia and her friend.
"You think there'll be any kind of normal life for me after
it's all over?" Lydia asked as Tom led her and Tina from the barn.
"I'll do what I can to make sure there will be one," Tom said
consolingly, putting his arm around the trembling young blonde.
As Lydia leaned her head against the big man's shoulder and
followed him back to the main gate she was sure his words would
come true.
The End
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