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Subject: {ASSM} "The Junkyard Bitch" (M+F, rape, best)
Date: Sat, 12 Oct 2002 07:10:02 -0400
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If you don't like sex stories, don't read it.
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it.
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don't read it.
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Copyright (C) 2002 Norm DePloom.  ALL Rights Reserved
This story may not be reproduced in any form for profit
without the written permission of the author.  This
story may be freely distributed with this notice
attached.  The author may be contacted at 'MyStores at
normdeploom dot com'

All the characters and events in this story are
fictional; any resemblance to real people or events is
entirely coincidental.



Junk Yard Bitch

By
Norm DePloom

Damn, he better appreciate this, Rosie thought as she
pulled up to the dilapidated shack with the weathered
'office' sign hanging precariously over the door.
After turning off the engine Rosie stepped out of her
car then walked reluctantly toward the building.  As
she stepped through the door Rosie found herself
hoping that the building would remain standing long
enough for her to get back outside.

"Hello?"  Rosie inquired, her voice barely above a
whisper as she stepped up to the dirty counter.

"Hello?  Anyone here?"  Rosie spoke a little louder.
Rosie did her best to avoid touching any of the filthy
surfaces around her while she waited for someone to
notice her.

"Can I help you little lady?"  Rosie jumped when she
heard the booming base voice right behind her then
spun around prepared to explain to the speaker that
she did not appreciate being called 'little lady' in
that condescending manner.  Her words of protest died
un-uttered as Rosie found herself face to chest with a
giant of a man wearing oil and grease covered
coveralls with, as far as she could tell, nothing
underneath them.

"I called," Rosie began to explain, breathing
shallowly trying not to smell the combination of oil,
grease, dirt and sweat that seemed to be about to
suffocate her, "about the part?"  Rosie looked up at
the giant's face.  He looks harmless, she thought.
"The part for my boyfriend's car?"  She continued when
it became obvious that the man had no idea what she
was talking about.

"Yes," the corners of the man's mouth turned up into a
smile that made Rosie just a tad uneasy, "the part for
your boyfriend's car."  The man raised his massive arm
and pointed out the door with one finger of his beefy
hand extended.  "Just follow that path to the right."
He instructed Rosie, stepping back out the door and
pointing at some indeterminate place seemingly beyond
the horizon.  "The wreck is about halfway through the
yard.  Did ya bring any tools?"

"What?"  Was all Rosie could manage in response.

"This is a you-pull-it place."  The man said,
obviously expecting that to explain everything to
Rosie.  "If'n you want a part," the man explained when
he realized that Rosie had no idea what he was talking
about, speaking in an exaggerated, slow voice like he
was explaining the obvious to an idiot, "you've got to
pull it out'a the wreck yourself."

"Oh."  Rosie responded when she finally realized what
the man was telling her.  Rosie held her hand up to
shade her eyes from the sun and looked up at the face
of the man in front of her.  "I'd be glad to pay you
extra if you would pull it for me."  Rosie blushed and
became acutely aware of how the wind was blowing her
blouse against her body, accentuating her breasts, as
the man looked her body up and down.

"O.K. little lady," he continued after apparently
deciding that she was good enough looking to do a
favor for, "follow me."  Rosie very aware of her blush
hurried to keep up with the man as he walked into the
junkyard with long unhurried strides.

"I don't like being called that."  Rosie called after
the man as she worked to keep up with him.

"Don't like ta'be called what, mam?" He asked Rosie
without slowing down his pace.

"Little lady."  Rosie almost shouted, then came to a
quick stop to avoid running into the man who had
suddenly stopped walking.

"Why not?"  He asked turning to look down at Rosie.
"You say'n you're not little? Or you say'n you're not
a lady?"  Rosie was extremely aware of her petite
size, especially when confronted by a giant like this
man and she always strove to act like a lady.  She
doubted he would even understand what she was talking
about if she used the word 'condescending'.

"It's not that..." Rosie's voice faded as she spoke.

"I never could understand why any woman would object
to being called 'little' or 'lady'."  He continued.
"'Specially when they're a cute little bundle like
you."  With that the man turned and continued to walk,
leaving Rosie debating whether she should continue
following him or turn around and head back towards the
safety of her car.  I've come this far, she thought as
she hurried after the junkyard owner, Steve god damn
well better appreciate this.

"I didn't mean to insult you."  Rosie said as she
caught up with him.

"Here we are."  Was his only response as he stopped
beside a wrecked car setting amongst the other wrecked
cars with its hood up; looking like a patient waiting
for the doctor to examine its throat.

"I think this is what you're really looking for."  The
man said as he pulled Rosie over to the car and,
putting his hand on the back of her neck, bent her
over the cars fender.

"Oh god no."  Rosie shrieked as her face was smashed
against the cold steel of the oil and dirt covered
engine.  Rosie tried to fight back but her attempts to
kick backwards only seemed to help her attacker work
her slacks and panties down her legs to her ankles.
After striping her lower body the man, while still
holding her head against the engine, pulled first her
right then her left hand behind her back where he held
her crossed wrists securely in his powerful grip.

"Please mister," Rosie began to beg lifting her head
from the cold steel and turning as much as her
attacker would allow, to look at him with tears
streaming down her cheeks.

"You don't have'ta beg little lady," the man said
leaning over Rosie as he forced his hand between her
legs, "I'm going to give you exactly what you want."
Using his knee to push Rosie's legs further apart the
large man easily opened her and pushed his hand
against her exposed cunt.

"Please don't hurt me."  Rosie begged softly as she,
realizing that struggle was futile, relaxed as much as
possible against the car resolved to endure the attack
with as much dignity as she could muster.  He may have
been a dirty, sweaty, inbred, redneck, hillbilly but
Rosie quickly realized that this man knew his way
around the female anatomy.

Held bent over the front fender of a wrecked car, her
cheek resting against the cold engine, Rosie quickly
realized that she was getting wet.  She felt her face
burning as the man's finger slipped inside her.  Rosie
felt the finger probe deeply inside her body before it
was removed.  Again she lifted and turned her head to
see the man unhook the straps and let his coveralls
fall to the ground around his ankles.  Continuing to
hold her crossed wrists in his left hand the man
leaned forward until his cockhead pressed against her
cunt lips.

"Oh god."  Rosie said quietly as she felt her pussy
lips parting and stretching to accommodate her
attackers hard cock.  As the rock hard dick pushed
relentlessly into her, stopping the assault only
occasionally to pull part way out then resume its
inevitable forward movement, Rosie calculated how many
days it had been since her last period.  She groaned
softly with the realization that this redneck rapist
could very easily make her pregnant.  The forced
penetration of Rosie's body continued until she felt
the man's kinky pubic hair mashed against the smooth
skin of her butt.  Rosie had expected the assault to
be quick and rabbit-like, several fast hard strokes
then, after drenching her insides with potentially
pregnancy causing hillbilly cum, to be released to go
about her business.

Rosie closed her eyes and tried to pretend that she
wasn't being fucked by a smelly redneck in the middle
of a filthy junkyard.  The man settled into a steady
rhythm, pumping his large hard cock in and out of
Rosie's now thoroughly wet pussy at an angle which
caused it to press and drag firmly against Rosie's 'G'
spot with each stroke.  Rosie quickly found herself in
the middle of a completely humiliating series of
orgasms, which followed one upon the other in rapid
order, each one surpassing the last in intensity.  No
matter how hard she tried, Rosie could not stop her
wet cunt from clamping down on her rapist's cock and
milking it with rhythmic contractions.

"My new little bitch likes fucking."  The redneck
rapist observed as he reached around and began
stroking and pinching Rosie's clitoris.

"No," Rosie panted as her body convulsed with another
unasked for orgasm, "please, no."  The redneck behind
her held him self buried deep in Rosie's pussy and
moaned loudly while his cock jerked and twitched,
filling her with potentially baby making sperm.  He
continued to hold himself inside Rosie's twitching and
spasming cunt while his cock softened, finally
slipping out allowing a stream of his cum to run down
Rosie's thigh.  Rosie wanted nothing more than for her
rapist to release her so she could go home, take a
shower and try to forget that this assault had ever
happened.

As soon as her wrists were released by her attacker
Rosie tried to run but only made one step before she
was tripped by her slacks around her ankles and fell
face first into the oil drenched, hard packed dirt.
Deciding that it was easier to take her pants off
completely, than to try to pull them up, Rosie rolled
over and removed her feet from the pant's legs before
standing up and running back the way she had come.
The redneck slowly pulled his overalls back up and
fastened the bib with the shoulder straps, while he
watched his victim, naked from the waist down running
along the path away from him.  His clothes back in
position, the huge man picked up Rosie's slacks,
underwear and purse then walked slowly back towards
the office.

Rosie was beyond reasonable thought her only goal was
to get to her car and escape the maniac who had just
raped her.  That her car keys were in her purse, which
was in the possession of her attacker, did not occur
to Rosie.  After running what Rosie estimated to be
about three quarters of the way back to her car, Rosie
came to a sudden halt when she rounded one of the
ubiquitous wrecked cars and found herself facing two
snarling vicious looking dogs.

The dogs did not attack, but backed Rosie up against
the derelict car and snapped at her crotch and thighs
every time she tried to move.  As Rosie looked around
trying to find a way around the dogs her attacker came
around the bend in the path.

"Good boy Stud, good boy Prince."  The two dogs sat,
blocking Rosie's escape path and panted with their
tongues hanging out the sides of their mouths waiting
for orders from their owner.

"They don't take to strangers," the man informed
Rosie, "so I think it'd be best if you'd get to know
them."  Rosie held out her hand to be sniffed only to
receive a threatening growl from the dogs.  "They can
only get to know you if you're naked," the man
announced with a grin, "so I think you better take off
your blouse and bra."  Rosie shook her head 'no'.
With a casual wave of his hand Rosie's attacker turned
the dogs into two snarling, snapping beasts.  Rosie
quickly unbuttoned her blouse and pulled it off, then
unhooked her bra and let it slip down her trembling
arms before she held her hands up to cover her
nipples.  Rosie's face was red, and her whole body
trembled with fear, rage and humiliation.

"Back."  The dogs took a few steps back, easing
Rosie's fear only slightly.  "Now," the man said
turning to Rosie, "get down on your hands and knees."
Rosie looked around hoping to see somebody, anybody
who could help her.  The dogs began to snarl again so
Rosie did as the man ordered.

"Now," the man said as he squatted beside her, "Spread
your legs, then lower your shoulders until your tits
are on the ground and stretch your arms out over your
head."  Rosie did as the man ordered, turning her head
and resting her cheek on the ground.

"Prince, Stud," the man addressed the dogs, "don't let
her move."  The man stood up and walked away from
Rosie, leaving her lying exposed and naked with two
drooling dogs ready to tear her apart.  Rosie closed
her eyes and tried not to think about how she looked
with her cunt and ass sticking up, available to anyone
who might come along.  She groaned loudly a few
minutes later when she heard male voices approaching.

"There she is boys," Rosie heard the familiar voice of
the man who had raped her, "our new bitch."

"You fuck her yet?"  One of the other voices asked.

"Yep, and the slut started cuming as soon as I shoved
my cock into her.  Her cunt milked me dry, she didn't
stop cuming until I filled her with my spunk and
pulled my cock out of her."  Rosie felt hands touching
her upturned butt and thighs, almost like they were
testing the muscle tone of an animal they were
considering buying.  Then fingers pulled her cunt even
further open and pushed inside her.  Rosie's tears
soaked into the ground, but she didn't dare move.

"I just thought you two would like to see Stud and
Prince fuck her before we take her back to the shed."

"Oh god, please no." Rosie begged softly when she
heard the redneck rapist talk about his dogs fucking
her.

"Shit ya, dad."  The other two voices answered.  The
two sons climbed up and sat on the wrecked car while
the father leaned over and spoke to the woman he had
raped earlier.

"I suggest that you remain perfectly still," he paused
to spit on the ground near Rosie's head, "if you move,
or try to get away these two dogs will rip you to
shreds."  The father joined his two sons on the car.

"Prince," he ordered, "mount."  Rosie squeezed her
eyes shut and tried once again to pretend nothing was
happening as tears leaked from her tightly closed eyes
onto the ground.  She jumped when she felt Prince's
cold nose pressed into her wet oozing pussy.  The cold
nose was replaced with a tongue as the dog lapped its
master's cum from Rosie's cunt and thighs.  The
licking stopped and Rosie heard Stud yapping and
prancing around in excitement as her hips were grasped
by the claws of the dog that was mounting her.
Prince's claws dug painfully into Rosie's skin as she
felt the dog making repeated thrust at her pussy.
Once he hit her cunt dead on the dog moved closer to
Rosie as he pulled at her hips with his sharp claws
and fucked his doggie cock more deeply into her.

"Fuck the bitch, Prince, fuck the bitch."  The men
encouraged their dog to rape Rosie as she sobbed with
her face buried in the dirt.  The dog fucked
frantically for several minutes before he came inside
Rosie's violated body and was replaced by the other
dog, Stud.  The three men continued to cheer and
encourage there pets until the second dog made his
deposit then, curling up not far from Rosie began to
lick his cock.

"I'm next."  One of the sons announced jumping down
from the car.

"Go for it Billy Bob."  In spite of the fact that she
was about to be rapped for the fourth time in less
than an hour Rosie thought, how trite, I'm going to be
fucked by a redneck named Billy Bob.  Kneeling behind
their 'new bitch', Billy Bob pushed his cock into
Rosie's already well-fucked pussy.  With the
accumulated cum of his father and two dogs for
lubrication his dick sank into Rosie with one easy
stroke.  Holding her hips, Billy Bob slammed his cock
in and out of Rosie with wild abandon, whooping and
yelling while he fucked, until he added his spunk to
that of his father and the dogs.

"Your turn Bubba."  Billy Bob announced as he pulled
his dripping dick from Rosie's pussy and moved out
from behind her.  Rosie had no more tears to cry at
that point, she lay on the ground, her butt high in
the air as she stoically waited for these men to
finish abusing her body.  Bubba was bigger than Billy
Bob, and had more of his father's way of fucking,
moving his cock in and out of her with long slow
strokes that stimulated her G spot.  She was cuming
again before he finished with her.

"Watch how a real man does it."  Rosie recognized the
father's voice as he replaced his sons and dogs to use
her cunt once more.  The father pushed his dick into
Rosie and fucked in and out a few times then pulled it
out again.  Grasping Rosie's butt cheeks with two
large hands, the father pulled her further open and
pushed the head of his hard cock against Rosie's
virgin asshole.

"Oh god, no," Rosie begged, beginning to sob again,
"please no."  Ignoring the whimpering and begging of
his 'new bitch', the father pushed his cock further
and further into Rosie's ass.

"God, look at that hole stretch," one of the sons said
with obvious admiration.

"By the time Dad's done with her ass it's going to be
as stretched out and loose as her cunt."  The other
one added.  Rosie felt like she was being ripped
apart, it seemed like his cock was even larger than it
had been when he raped her pussy.  Once he was buried
completely in Rosie's virgin ass the father held his
cock inside her while he reached down and fingered her
wet, dripping pussy and gently tugged on her clitoris.
Rapist or not, the uncouth, dirty, smelly redneck knew
how to stimulate Rosie's body.  After several minutes
of concentrating his attention on her cunt and
clitoris Rosie was moaning and beginning to move her
hips, gently fucking her ass on the rapist's large
hard cock.

"Look at that," one of the sons said in awe, "dad
always brings out the slut in our bitches."  As if
responding to his son's praise, the father began to
fuck Rosie's ass with ever longer and more powerful
thrusts until he slammed his cock into her and held it
there while he drenched her insides with his hot cum.

Rosie remained in the position she had been placed in,
despite the pain and cramping muscles, while the
father pulled up and fastened his coveralls.  Finding
a length of dirty rope the man tied a small loop in
the end of it then, lifting Rosie's head by her hair,
ran the rope around her neck and fed the end through
the loop forming a makeshift choker leash.

"Stand up, bitch."  He ordered pulling on the rope,
tightening the loop around her neck.  Rosie struggled
to her feet then stumbled after the man as he tugged
on the leash, leading her not towards her car but in
the other direction, deeper into the junkyard.  As
Rosie, naked and bruised, her cunt swollen and sore,
the collected cum of three men and two dogs running
down her thighs, followed the man who owned the
junkyard she desperately tried to remember if she had
told anyone where she was going that day.


--
Norm DePloom
Send email to: MyStories at normdeploom dot com
Read my stories at: http://www.asstr-mirror.org/files/Authors/normdeploom/
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