It is hard to conceive in this day and age, especially in our Western society, that individual human beings could be, and are now. being treated like mere chattels and worse.
Yet there are examples to be found all around us. Migrant workers labor for a pittance, and are beaten or thrown out of their jobs if they protest against their meager wages. Sharecroppers are forced to turn over as much as fifty percent of their produce to large landowners to pay off an ever-increasing debt, the termination of which they will never live to see. Illegal aliens must work for cruelly low wages or face exposure and deportation.
And then there is Patty Williams, a sensitive young girl who never would have dreamed that a simple walk by the beach would lead her into a nightmare world of rape, degradation and violence.
TIED AND TORTURED VIRGIN-the story of a girl who finds out what it is like to be treated like an object rather than a person. A reminder that our society is still a long way from Utopia.
-The Publisher
CHAPTER ONE
"Stop it!" The blonde teenager shrank back, crossing her arms over her bare midriff while her fingers grabbed frantically at her torn halter. Strands of hair fell over her face as she slowly backed away from the approaching men.
"Come on, baby, come on," the tallest one said, his lips twisted into a crooked smile. There were at least four of them-big, dirty, obscene, approaching her there on Venice Beach. It was well after sunset, a time Patty Williams knew she shouldn't have been in that neighborhood. There had been so many assaults on both men and women in the past two months. Police seemed unable to control it. But the sunset had promised to be so beautiful. And her friends were such a drag, wanting to get home. Surely nothing would happen in an hour.
"Get away or I'll call the police," she stammered. Desperately she looked around. She was too close to the surf line to be heard some six hundred yards away by residents of Ocean Front Walk. No one could see her at this low end of the beach, and the usual joggers were nowhere to be found.
"Sure you will," a second gang member said, moving around the first. He was the tallest-thin, blond with the beginnings of a beer belly. They all looked as if they'd just escaped from prison.
"Yeah, all the cops gonna come running a third man said. He was the ugliest, a living skeleton. His head was shaved and glossy. He stared at her with those pale eyes and high cheekbones, features making him look like a living skull. He smiled, and Patty shrank back farther from his thin lips and discolored teeth.
"Man, I'd love to stick my cock into somethin' that young 'n tight," a fourth heavy-set man said thickly.
Patty began to realize the horror of her situation. She thought of running into the ocean. But she was such a poor swimmer and the surf was high.
"Please, I don't wanna . . . please ..."
Her voice trailed off while her lower lip quivered with terror. Patty felt her legs giving way under her as her chest tightened and her mouth grew incredibly dry. Were they going to rape her, hurt her in some way? The young woman remembered all those terrible stories her mother told about young girls getting picked up hitchhiking and then getting raped or worse! They came back in a jumble now, making the blonde teen shiver with horror.
"Yeah, that's what you all say," the first man said, wiping his lips with the back of one hand. "Then you get a hunk of cock in you and you can't stop your fuckin' ass from dancin' all over the place," he said, laughing at his own crude humor. The others joined in as Patty continued backing up toward the surf. If only someone would come along!
"No, please ..."
With that the first man lurched forward, stretching out one hand and grabbing hold of Patty by the wrist. At first in shock, the girl fought back in a second, her heels sinking into the grainy beach sand. Behind her the surf pounded, shaking the ground and sending curtains of fine sea spray over them all.
"Help me!" she cried.
"Shut your fuckin' mouth!" he growled, now holding onto both wrists.
Patty twisted violently, her hair splashing over her face, her body writhing around while she panted for air. During the struggle her torn halter gave way, floating to the sand. The gang leader stopped, his eyes popping out as he took in her big, hard-tipped tits.
"Man, get a load of them tits!" he said, whistling high.
The blonde flushed beet red, squeezing her upper arms toward her chest, trying to turn her body away from the gawking men. She'd never exposed any part of her body like this to men before. Patty nearly died of shame as she stood there helplessly, her tits exposed while the gang leader tightened his grip on her wrists.
His concentration had been momentarily broken when the bottoms of her summer outfit started opening at the front. The popping of those buttons, Patty thought, was the best thing to happen to her. Feeling his grip now loosen, the girl jerked her body down, freeing herself for an instant.
"Help me!" she screamed again, curling her fingers and raking her sharp nails across his face. The gang leader stumbled backward, one hand jerking up to his injured cheek. A trickle of blood oozed between his fingers as Patty started bolting up the beach toward Ocean Front Walk. She heard the men shouting angrily behind her, heard the sounds of their boots crunching into the shifting sand as they chased after her. "Help! Help! Help!"
Someone caught her by the hair, yanking back so hard Patty thought he was tearing it from her scalp. She let out a yelp of pain and fear, her arms flailing in front of her while her knees gave way. With a groan of defeat the young woman collapsed to the ground, her knees scraping over the sand.
"Drag her back," the leader snorted.
"Hey, baby, you don't fuck around with Mike Bradley," the tall death's-head gang member growled as he dragged her kicking and screaming back to the surf line. The wind had increased, raising goose flesh on her skin. Cindy cried, tears oozing out from under her long blonde lashes. She'd seen the row of bright lights illuminating Ocean Front Walk, saw lights in the windows of the expensive apartments and condos on the beach. She'd been so close to getting help!
He dragged her back, then let the young woman fall to the sand.
"Oh, don't, don't!"
Terror caught at her throat, nearly choking off her breathing. She wriggled away from the grotesque men. Mike, the leader, advanced slowly, his boots crushing the sand as she scooted backward. He was reaching down, unbuckling his belt, slip ping it from his pants. He made a gesture with one hand that told the others to keep away. Patty stopped, her hands behind her digging into the sand. She thought if she could just wait for the right minute, she'd throw sand in his eyes and take her chances with the high surf. Surely anything was better-even drowning-than getting gang-banged by these men.
"Hey, Mike, come on, we wanna see 'er dance," the tall skinny one yelled. "Yeah, and she's gonna move that little ass around for me," he said, smacking his lips.
As long as she kept out of his reach she was relatively safe, Patty told herself. He had doubled the strap, snapping it like a weapon. She knew he wanted to beat her. No, she couldn't think about it. She wouldn't consider the damage that terrible thing would do.
"Come on, baby, come here," he crooned. His cock strained in his pants while his hand trembled.
Terror knifed through the young woman. This was no wild dream or television show where the heroine always gets away. Patty could guess at his brutality. She knew he'd take her on first, then toss her over to the others to beat and fuck. What was left might be thrown to the dogs to finish. The thought made her sick.
"No . . . no," she whimpered, her cries growing louder as he came close.
"You're gonna dig this. Most chicks do. They say they can't take it, then they want more," he said, scratching his cock with one hand while lightly tapping the doubled belt against his leg with the other.
The men behind him laughed in approval. Patty let out another terrified cry, her scream blending with the roaring surf behind her. She knew what her chances were.
"Please . . .oh, please," she sobbed. "Don't do this. Oh, God, please ..."
Nothing in her past had prepared her for this. To be used as a whore, as a whipping post for these depraved men was something she'd never thought of. Her rational mind couldn't grasp the twisted paths of criminal brains.
She slid backward, her terror-stricken eyes wide and focused on that swinging belt. He gained on her, obviously growing tired of the foreplay. Patty screamed, grabbing two fistfuls of sand and flinging them at Mike's face. He stopped, startled for the moment by her defiance. But a strong gust of wind took the sand well past his face. He laughed, wiping his lips again with the back of his free hand and advancing on her.
Moaning with fear she turned and, like an animal, ran on all fours out of his reach. Twice she tried running to the side, avoiding his grabbing fingers while trying to get away. But the other gang members blocked her way, laughing, at times even slapping her on the butt or face to drive her back to the surf line. Her tits hung down, the peaks brushing the sand. The cold damp sand bit her nipples and thighs. The wind blew up against her jiggling ass and mussed her cunt hair. She tried to crawl around faster and slipped, falling face down in the sand. A wave splashed down near her, fanning out and catching her by the ankles. She screamed, digging her fingers into the damp sand. What was worse-drowning or facing whatever these madmen had to offer?
Somehow Patty managed to evade both the sea and Mike and got back up on all fours. Mike took shorter steps, obviously enjoying the game once more and not wanting to end it too quickly. He toyed with her the way a lion plays with its food before eating it. The girl breathed faster, her lungs feeling as if they were going to burst. The wind whipped her blonde hair from her shoulders, some strands washing across her face.
"Ohhh!"
Patty slipped again on the wet sand, falling on her ass. Mike moved in for the kill.
"The game's over now, bitch," he growled, snapping the belt. "Now it's time for me."
Patty covered her face with both arms. At that point the gang leader unfurled the belt, snapped it twice and brought it down hard. The pointed leather tip bit the flesh along her ribs, just below her left tit.
"OOOWWWW!" Patty shrieked, her body snapping from the force of the blow. The girl twisted around and rolled on the wet sand, dirt clinging to her flesh. She sobbed, beat the sand with her clenched fists and tried crawling away from the pain. Her knees slid futilely against the eroding sand and she slipped once again to Mike's feet.
"That's it, baby. You're always gonna come back to old Mike."
"No, no!"
Patty screamed in a mindless torrent of sound, scooting on, only to be stopped by the surf. Oh, God, it seemed to be getting worse! There was no way she could escape them by diving into the ocean. Surely she'd drown. Now the girl realized that whatever Mike and the others did to her, there was always the chance of survival. With the ocean she had none. And, at this moment, the blonde teenager realized she was a survivor.
"That's right, chick. You ain't gonna get away in the Pacific. Man, it'd pound the shit outta you right on them rocks," Mike said, indicating a long rocky point stretching into Santa Monica Bay.
"Agh!" she squealed.
Mike swung the weapon over his head. The tip came down almost in slow motion, or so it seemed to Patty. The belt chewed the flesh along her hips. Still screaming mindlessly, Patty ran back and forth, looking like a confused mouse trapped in an electrified maze. "No, ughhhh, no!"
He was going to peel the skin from her. When the belt came down a third time, she screamed at the top of her lungs, rolling away and, in doing that, exposing her right asscheek. The belt sliced into that white round globe. But this time, instead of pain, the girl felt an odd warm glow spreading over her ass. It quickly radiated up around her thigh to her pussy. She screwed her eyes up, wrinkling her forehead, unsure of what this strange sensation was.
"Yaggghhh!"
The belt swung in the air above her head. Patty edged away, covering her face again while trying to crawl toward the beach. Her breathing had become labored while her body felt strangely heavy. What was going on inside her? That question was interrupted by the sound of Mike's belt slicing through the air and this time catching the rounded bottoms of both asscheeks.
The girl jerked back like a broken spring, her legs and arms kicking directionlessly. And again the needle-sharp heat shot through her pussy. When it reached her rising clit, the pain turned completely to pleasure. Patty found herself drawing her legs together and rubbing them against one another. The subtle friction created by that movement generated more heat. A slick clicking sound reached her ears as her puffy cuntlips began to be covered with hot fuck oil.
Suddenly there was a shout. At first Patty thought it came from one of the gang members. , Then she saw two pairs of bright headlights bouncing over the sand.
"Cops!" Mike said under his breath, folding the belt in half and spinning around. "Come on, split up!"
Sand flew in the air as the men ran from the approaching vehicles. Patty stretched out one arm toward the cars, moaning softly, unsure of what she'd felt toward the end when Mike was beating her close to her pussy.
"You all right, miss?" she heard someone ask. Both cars had stopped on either side of her.
"Yes, I think so. They didn't touch me," she said meaningfully, struggling to her feet. Oh, she felt so dizzy! Someone was holding tightly onto one arm, guiding her into the back of a patrol car while another was calling in the incident. The radio crackled in the dark as Patty slid into the rear seat. Only then did she realize she was half-naked. Crossing her arms modestly over her thunderous tits, she also noticed one of the policemen had been staring rather strangely at her.
"Good. It's those fuckin' Satan's Angels again," the tall cop muttered, clicking off the radio and staring into the distance. "They disappear out here before we can get a lead on 'em. Why don't you go back to the Pavilion with Jack here, miss, and he'll take your story. Fred and I are gonna try to find 'em for you."
Patty mumbled something, feeling the cold of the approaching night more now. Somewhere on the sand lay her halter. How could she go home half-naked like this without causing a real row with her parents? They wouldn't let her out for days!
These and similar thoughts assailed the young girl as Jack slammed the door shut and put the patrol car in gear. Patty wondered what time it was. Surely it had to be way past seven, the time she told her parents she'd be back. The teenager knew she should call them. But the thought of telling them what happened made her shiver and her face turn red with embarrassment.
"We're here. Hey, here's something to cover yourself with," Jack said, pulling a small green blanket out from under the front seat.
Patty thanked him for it, sliding the scratchy woolen material over her slender shoulders, then climbing out of the car. The Pavilion was brightly lit, although apparently no one was inside. A few skaters drifted by, stereo headsets looking like mouse ears on their heads.
She stepped into the large damp building, noticing the patrolman had locked the door behind them after flipping on the overhead lights. Strictly security, Patty told herself, realizing she'd certainly be jumpy after the sort of experience she'd had.
"Now just sit down there, miss, and I'll take your story," Jack said, pulling out a folding chair and placing it near his. Patty thought he'd touched her shoulders a little too familiarly when he helped her down. She adjusted the blanket over her body, holding it tightly over her big tits and keeping her-legs crossed together.
She examined the patrolman as he assembled the tape recorder and readied it for her story. He was tall, broad-shouldered, ruggedly handsome with a thick moustache that matched his thick black hair in color. He was muscular, not having a beer belly like so many of the policemen she'd seen around the area.
"Okay, go," he said, shoving a mike in front of her.
Patty cleared her throat and began, trying not to look at the officer who continued to stare at her. When she finished, she put the receiver down, wondering when she could call her parents to have them come and pick her up. What happened next was something not totally unexpected, but still shocking. The officer clicked off the recorder, then stretched one hand over the table and began pulling the coverlet off her shoulders.
"What . . . what are you doing?" Patty gasped, clutching the woolen blanket.
"Honey, I can smell you from here. Man, I can't help it. You want it too, don't you?" he said in a shaky voice, tearing the blanket from her body. Patty screamed, scooting back in her chair. Oh, God, he was no better than those awful gang members!
CHAPTER TWO
"Please, leave me alone. Oh, you're a police officer! How can you be doing this?" she said, ducking behind the table as he pursued her. Patty's heart was beating wildly. Where were his partners? Wouldn't they be coming in at any second rescuing her?
"Baby, you all want it from us," Jack said, unbuttoning his shirt after having slipped off his heavy gunbelt and placed it on the back table. "There ain't no one gonna come here for a while.
The others are chasing around after those pukes. You and I can have ourselves one hell of a time before they get back," Jack said, his eyes glittering with excitement.
Patty couldn't believe she was living through this nightmare. Nothing seemed sacred! Wanting only to see a sunset, she wound up being nearly raped by a gang, and now pursued by an officer of the law!
"No!" she shouted, sliding the chair at the cop as he rounded the corner of the table and bolted toward her.
The folding chair collapsed, clattering to the floor and sliding hard against Jack's feet. He stumbled, nearly crashing to the floor as Patty ran madly for the locked doors.
"Oh, why don't they open?" she cried, beating on the glass. Looking at the reflection, she saw Jack getting his balance again and making a dash for her. It was too late!
"Feisty little slut, aren't you?" he muttered, clenching his teeth while gripping her tightly around the wrists.
"People'll see us. Your partners ..." she gasped, struggling desperately. Her arms hurt from her encounter with the gang. And oddly enough the beating had not only weakened her will to fight back, but had also aroused her sexually, enough to make Jack's proposition of fucking more exciting than repulsive. Still she had her reputation to think of. No boy had so much as touched her pussy, let alone raped it. Her mother had told her the most precious thing a girl could offer her husband was her cherry. What would she tell the man she eventually married when he stuck his cock in her and found himself sinking all the way in?
"I'll take that chance. Besides, we cover for each other," Jack said, dragging her away from the door.
Patty felt her feet scraping over the tiled floor. Her sandals slipped off. Struggling more violently than before, she hooked one bare leg around his and tried to trip him.
But Jack was used to this kind of fighting and easily calmed her down. Before she knew it, the girl was in a smaller room. He'll pulled his gun belt in, then slammed the door and locked it. A small table with manila folders was on one side. Shoved against the wall on the other was a cot like bed. Patty quickly realized what he was planning when the officer slipped his blue shirt off, crossed his arms and tugged the white cotton t-shirt off.
"You can't . . . you can't ..." She was breathing heavily, shaking her head from side to side, her face registering the disbelief and horror coursing through her. She backed away, her ass pressing against one wall. There was no room to run anywhere. The door was locked. Jack's thickly muscled body seemed to fill the room. He was unhooking his trousers now. Her eyes racing down, the girl could see a telltale bulge between his legs. A shock of high-powered sexuality raced to her pussy, making her cunt muscles cramp with excitement. How could she be feeling such wonderful sensations in this terrible situation? Patty shook her head in confusion, holding one side of it while moaning softly to herself.
"Don't worry, baby. You're gonna like this as much as I do," he said, walking up to her.
Patty kept her eyes lowered. No, she wouldn't help him in this. If he was going to rape her, so be it! But she wasn't going to be involved in it. He'd take her by force alone.
"Yeah, you're gonna be one hell of a hot fuck," Jack breathed, sliding his arms around her small waist. Patty shuddered, sucking in a deep breath. She felt her ear growing hot and ticklish as his breath blew against the side of her face. No, these weren't the sensations she'd been counting on. She had to fight him, fight the growing hot, tight feeling throbbing between her legs. It was wrong, oh, so wrong!
And yet her body was alive to the lightest touch. Patty shook when she felt his iron-hard cock brushing against her virgin cunt. What would it be like to feel that hard, fat thing spreading her pussy apart? Some of her girlfriends had been to bed with men, had told her that fucking was the most beautiful thing in the world.
But it had sounded so messy, and then there was the chance of the boy spreading stories all over school about what you did. Patty had heard those stories many times. One or two girls actually had to transfer because the rumors were so bad.
"No, no!"
But the refusal was more for herself than the patrolman. His arms tightened around her waist while his body rubbed maddeningly against hers. The wiry hairs on his chest scratched her stiffening nipples. Slowly Jack dropped his head, catching the girl's lips with his own.
"Noommffff!"
Patty struggled against the hot, slippery tongue working into her mouth. But his strength was far too great for her to resist. Slowly Patty opened her mouth, finding to her surprise she was responding by flicking her tongue against his. She rubbed her half-naked body across his, feeling his heat warm her belly. Ohhh, how hard and itchy her nipples were!
"Noooooo!" she moaned as she tore away from his sucking mouth. Spittle oozed down her chin. The patrolman smiled, wiping the saliva from her cheeks.
"Told you you'd like it," Jack said, moving his hands under her ass. He worked his fingers across the girl's flesh at the edge of her shorts. Every time he pulled, the valley running between her legs pulled open, forcing her puffy cuntlips to unstick. The sensation was maddening. Patty let her head roll back. She could feel her long blonde hair brushing the tops of her asscheeks. Everything was spinning around in front of her eyes. "Unnghhhh!"
She felt his fingers wiggling under the legband of her shorts. Before she could pull away, two fingers slid under. Patty moaned into Jack's mouth as she felt his callused fingertips rubbing over the sensitive flesh between her asshole and cunt. Sweet hot juice seeped from her hairy pussy until her panties were wet with it!
"Oh, God, stop it! I can't go through with it!" she cried, trying again to pull away.
But Jack held on tightly, laughing at her attempts to squirm free. He knew she was fighting a losing battle both against him and herself. He could tell when there was a cherry ripe enough to suck and pluck. The young man had been walking the Venice beat long enough to spot a cunt so ripe it was swollen to the bursting point. He caught that certain look in Patty's walk, in the way she looked at men when they passed close by. It had been pure blind luck to have her thrown in his path now, and he wasn't about to let her go.
"Sure you want it . . . you want it real bad!" Jack breathed, kissing her again.
As their spit-filled mouths sucked and gurgled together, Patty could feel ten inches of hot cock pressing against the soft, slippery lips of her cunt. She wondered again how it would feel to have it shoving aside her itchy pussy walls. Thinking about that, wondering about how it would feel to have that cop's cock fucking her mindless, made her want it. Through the red-hot haze settling over her brain, she remembered a threat from her mother. She'd warned Patty about men and what they wanted from a girl. She'd be thrown out into the streets if she were ever caught!
"Stop it, stop, stop it, please!" she cried, pulling away from him. "My mother . . . oh, God, my mother'll throw me out!" she said, feeling panic rising in her throat.
"Hey, baby, don't fight it. Your old lady's not gonna say much when a cop brings her daughter home, now is she?" he asked, flashing Patty a brilliant smile.
The teenager thought this over and felt her resolve to escape evaporate once again. Surely she could make up some story, maybe not even tell her mother about the gang accosting her. Oh, it seemed to confuse her! Patty felt his tongue sliding back down her throat and gave up all attempts of fighting him off. They were backing away from the door. She felt her legs hitting the edge of the cot as his mouth ate into hers again. It was all so beautiful! And when his fingers started working their way back under the hem of her shorts, she started pumping her ass back and forth to increase the slick friction tickling her clit.
"Oh, fuck, fuck," she murmured, surprised she'd use a word so forbidden in her home.
Jack smiled at her quick conversion, gently lowering her to the cot and settling on top of her body. The makeshift bed groaned with their double weight. Patty felt him shoving her deep into the cot, pinning her so she couldn't move.
"Yes, yes, ohhh, it feels so funny down there," Patty groaned as Jack smoothed his hands over her cunt. It actually moved when he touched her.
"That's your pussy, babe, a nice, hot juicy pussy," Jack said, hardly able to control his voice and movements. He felt the heat radiating through her panties, felt the dampness of the material of her shorts that told him just how hot the girl was. From her actions he was sure she was a virgin to boot! This kind of opportunity didn't come around too often. The cop wanted to drag it out as long as he could. Damn the whole department if one of his partners were to come in and fuck it all up!
"Pussy," she whispered back, rocking her ass from side to side. "Gonna get a better feel of that pussy," he said thickly, fumbling with the buttons of her shorts. Patty did the best she could to help him, raising her ass from the cot, arching her back so he could slip his hands around to her ass. She felt his fingers gathering the material in his paw-like hands and sliding it down. Slowly she was being stripped. In seconds Patty was naked, her pussy exposed to the young panting cop.
"Ohhhhh!" she moaned low and thick.
"Nice hot cunt," he repeated, cupping her sensitive pussy tightly.
"Ohhhhh, hot . . . hot!" Patty repeated, wallowing her shoulders against the cot while rubbing her legs against his. The wool material of his uniform trousers excited her even more!
"Nice . . .oh, shit, yeah, nice and hot and wet!" Jack moaned. His fingers worked greedily over her plump sensitive wet pussylips.
Patty couldn't talk now. He was milking the lips against one another, rubbing their slippery edges together. Creamy hot foam started dripping from between them, wetting his moving fingers. She was hunching back, trying to impale her cunt on his hand.
"Yeah, good, hot cunt," Jack repeated.
Patty felt her ass shove up to the beautiful squeezing sensation between her legs. She was spread wide open, moaning under her breath. She felt as if her pussy were on fire, overrunning with hot lava. She felt it bursting with juice.
"Pussy," he repeated, rubbing her pussylips faster. As the delicate membranes were rubbed and heated, she started kissing Jack passionately. Her hands flew around his neck, pulling his mouth tighter onto hers. Their tongues fought one another as spittle bubbled from their mouths and ran down her chin.
"Man, you're gonna feel real hot and wet when I get in your cunt," Jack moaned, pulling away from her mouth and rolling back. He slipped off the cot quickly, fumbling madly with his zipper, finally pulling the tab and opening his pants.
Patty almost passed out when she saw the fat, throbbing bulge pushing out the piss-flap of his cotton jockeys. The young cop only smiled, stepping out of his trousers and throwing them carelessly on the floor. Hooking his thumbs around the elastic waistband, he pulled down.
"Ohhhh!"
Something like that belonged between the legs of a prize stallion! He was big-at least nine inches, maybe ten. And the girl bet she couldn't fit her fingers around the circumference of that cock! And he was going to shove that prick inside her tight virgin pussy? No way!
"What's the matter, honey, scared of this thing?"
He was having fun with her, reaching down and playing with his cock. She watched the loose outer skin move sexily over the steely inner core while droplets of cum oozed from the slit. His dark blue veins throbbed wildly against the cockflesh, while the spongy, satiny dome was turning a darker red with each passing second.
Patty propped herself up on the cot and scooted backward, her head now touching the rear wall. She stared wide-eyed at that cunt-splitting monster as Jack swaggered back to the cot.
"No, I . . . uhhhhh!"
Jack didn't give her enough time to think. He was on top of her, dry-fucking her, working that fat prick back and forth over the groove separating her legs from her torso. She felt his hairy, high-riding balls slipping over the bottom junction of her cuntlips. Oh, it was maddening, wild! And when his weight came to crush against her clit, Patty thought she was going to die!
"Unnghhhh!"
"Nice tits, big, hard-tipped tits," he moaned.
Before Patty could say anything back she felt his lips engulfing one nipple, his tongue washing over and over that itchy, hurting tip. It was wonderful! She found herself moving her ass from side to side, smoothing her fingers over his back while hunching her chest up to him.
Jack was going crazy, sucking hard while gently biting the surrounding sensitive nipple flesh. He was moving the fingers of his other hand over her pussy, at times tickling her clit lightly until Patty thought she was going to piss from excitement!
"Man, you're more than ready," Jack said, pulling his hand out from between her legs and sniffing at his fingertips.
Patty said nothing, knowing full well what she wanted now. She felt his knees pushed up against her ass crack while his cockhead was moving down until it pressed against her swollen cuntlips.
"Yess, ohhhh, yes, yes!" she cried, her head rolling from side to side.
Jack pushed down a little harder, his thick cockhead working inside. Her pussylips parted, admitting the strange invader, then slipped back together. The cop's long, dark pink shaft was trapped outside, bending a little as the teenager's cunt muscles cramped from the rising heat and excitement.
"Man, you're too tight!" he gasped, his eyes widening. "Gotta relax, baby, gotta relax or it's gonna hurt."
"I . . . can't!" Patty moaned.
She bit her lower lip until she could taste blood. Relax, relax! she told herself over and over again. She felt Jack twisting his body around, stirring his cockhead about like a giant spoon, making sure she could feel his cock working. Slowly her muscles relaxed and the spongy head shoved in a little deeper. His cockshaft slurped and gurgled into her waiting tight little cunt, disappearing inch by thick inch. . "Ohhhhhhh!" Patty cried. She'd never felt anything like this before! Hot chilly flashes of sexuality shot through her pussy, radiating out to her asshole and her tits. Her sweaty flesh puckered up into goosepimples while her legs kicked out, then hooked around the young patrolman's back. "Cock . . . dick . . . fuck," she moaned half-incoherently, wanting more of that wonderful throbbing cock splitting her in two.
"Fucking, baby, good tight hot fucking," Jack said.
Patty felt the pressure in her cunt become more and more intense until she felt him running into something firm. Her cherry! Oh, God, the fear of pain and bleeding and loss of innocence came back to her. Suddenly all the fun disappeared. Clenching her fingers into two little fists, Patty beat the young patrolman savagely on his chest, demanding that he take his cock out of her and let her go.
"No way, baby. I'm gonna go for broke," he said, pulling out a little. Patty shivered, feeling the elastic walls of her pussy shrinking back together behind the withdrawing cockhead.
But his pulling out was only to get better leverage. With a grunt, Jack shoved his hairy ass down, his cock ripping through Patty's cherry with one blow. The girl shrieked, her eyelids fluttering while her back arched and her legs shot out. Then the room darkened for her, spinning around and around as the cop's prick sank all the way in.
CHAPTER THREE
"What've you done to me?" she sobbed, coming back to consciousness. Jack was hovering over her, brushing back strands of blonde hair from her eyes. The pain between her legs was subsiding. Oh, he was still inside her pussy! She could feel the hot, throbbing warmth of his cock pressing against her cunt walls. Every time he moved that stirring prick made her pussy flutter and her cunt muscles convulse. It was a strange, delicious feeling that somehow felt wicked and delightful at the same time.
"Fucked you, baby. Rammed the shit outta your cherry and fucked you good. Man," Jack said, shaking his head from side to side. "I wouldn't have guessed you were cherry. Didn't think there were too many of them left on the beach anymore."
Patty blushed. Well, there was one less now. And she had had her cherry popped by a patrolman, someone who was supposed to protect young women from this sort of thing!
"Please, don't hurt me anymore," she begged in a tiny voice.
"Don't worry," he said, smoothing his fingers over her face. "It's gonna be downhill all the way from now on."
With that Jack started fucking her in earnest. He tightened his butt muscles, drawing his cock back up again. Patty let out a shivery moan, feeling as if all her insides were being pulled out with that retreating cockhead. She moved her ass around in a tight little circle, the stretched tissues of her pussy caressing his moving cock. The heat and friction were growing, the pain combining strangely with pleasure producing a sensation that was maddening.
"Uh! Ugh! Ughhh!" the girl groaned with each pounding downward stroke. His cock rammed into her now like a pistoning machine, driving back and forth full length. His heavy, sweating balls slapped against the girl's ass, making her pussy clench in spasms. Patty felt impaled, a kind of martyr to this young cop.
"Oh yeah, yeah, yeah ..."
Jack sealed his mouth against Patty's again. The blonde teen writhed her tongue against his like a snake, battling to communicate her needs. Her modesty was thrown to the winds now. She'd lost her cherry. In one way she was no better now than some common street whore in Hollywood. Well then, she'd act like one! Strange desires were being born now, demanding to be satisfied. Patty wasn't sure what they were, but she moved her body frantically under Jack's, silently telling him she needed more hard, hot cock to keep her satisfied!
Patty forgot about her mother, her friends, her schooling. When she arched her back, the cop pulled his cock out until the ridge around the knob tugged at her cunt muscles. Each time the girl curled her spine and tried to gobble up more cock, he shoved his prick forward until their hipbones ground together. It was a delicious move, one they repeated again and again. That was all that mattered to the girl. Fucking! Wonderful, wild, uninhibited fucking!
"Unnghhh!" she cried into his mouth. She felt wild, swiveling her ass around. It was wonderful having that long steely bar of cock reaching deeper and deeper, shoving all her organs to one side. "Fuckin' close, baby, close ..." Every bump of his cock against her clit sent her sexual fever higher. She heard herself sobbing. The roar of the ocean outside mixed with the swelling tension in her belly. She ground her clit against him, loving the sensation of stretching in her cunt. The steady beat of his cockhead nudging the walls of her convulsing pussy drove her wild with despair and ecstasy.
"Unngh!" Patty cried. She felt herself stretching thin, drawn out like a fine silver wire. She was vibrating like a taut bowstring, every touch of his cock sending her into spasms of delight. She dripped with sweat, the salty taste of perspiration seeping into her mouth adding to the excitement.
"FUCK!" Jack cried, holding his ass high in the air. He was fighting down the tight, hot feeling in his cockhead. He was close, so close to popping off. He felt his balls rising high in their sac as cum packed hot and thick in his prick.
Patty couldn't understand why the big cop stopped. She moved her ass around in circles, feeling his cock stir her pussy like a big pole again. The mass of tension in her belly swelled up like a balloon. Patty dug her fingernails into his shoulders, dragging her nipples across his chest. She pushed down, her burning asshole pushing outward. Her ass flexed, then softened into relaxation.
"You're hotter 'n hell, baby," Jack said, shaking his head violently to throw off the sweat burning his eyes. The insides of Patty's thighs alternately chilled and burned as her cunt juice seeped out, squishing from her hole and dripping from his balls. Patty felt her entire body melting into a rubbery mass. The whirling ball of sexual hunger grew larger.
"No, no, unnghhh, nooo!" the girl cried, beating the balls of her feet against his kidneys.
The pounding of the surf outside seemed to match her racing pulse. Patty tossed her hips with the beat of the ocean. The juggling, rocking motion of her body nearly knocked Jack from the cot several times. But the cop held on, pinning her as best he could to the tiny bed while he trenched out her sucking, wet cunthole.
"Now, now!"
It was going to be her first big orgasm! Everything in her body seemed to be falling apart. She was moaning low under her breath, clawing Jack's humping back, sliding the backs of her calves over his pumping butt. She felt the simmering heat in her cunt climb toward her brain. It rose evenly, like the red fluid in a thermometer. As it drove up to her brain, Patty started holding her breath.
"Unnghhhh!"
A deep, sobbing breath made her cunt feel even fuller when his pistoning cock rammed in. Her pussy hurt from the intense wet friction. The loss of perspiration and her thirst made her cunt juice start to dry. A wild fire started at the mouth of her pussyhole. Patty's belly seemed to bulge with cock. She grunted like a stuck pig, ramming her pussy down onto the steel-hard prick.
"Oh, God, I'm . . . gonna . . . gonna . . . come!" she cried, tearing at his flesh while whipping her ass up from the cot in a frenzy. Her eyes glazed over and rolled back into her head while her body tossed and pitched Hke a boat in a hurricane. The cot groaned, squeaking across the tiled floor while Jack did his best to hold the wild blonde teen down.
"Fuck it out, baby, that's it, make it, come with me, you goddamned little slutty whore!" he growled in her ear.
"FFFUUUCK!" Patty screamed, her mind blasting into millions of pieces. The hard, heavy jolt of Jack's spunk as it splashed against her cunt-walls drove her insane. She wept and struggled, her fists striking the big cop. Catastrophic waves ripped from her cunt and made every muscle in her body spasm. She kicked and bit and clawed at the big man.
"Shit! Shit!" Jack shouted twice. Massive spurts of jizz filled her sucking, greedy cunthole. Patty cried out again and again, feeling her cunt walls gripping down on his cock at least two times for every wad that shot out of his knob.
"Mmmmmmm!" Patty groaned, tossing her thighs from side to side.
The girl felt like she was all cunt-wet, hot, clenching cunt, grabbing desperately at his shooting prick. Patty milked at his bucking cock, bouncing up and down on the cot like a berserk puppet. She lost the noise of the pounding surf outside the Pavilion. The only thing she knew about was the wonderful jerking of Jack's hard cock and his callused hands grabbing her ass. Her head shot back while her tits jiggled like pudding with the furious blasts of her convulsing cunt.
"Man, oh, man!" Jack groaned, feeling his spasms begin to taper off.
But even as the thrusts of the tall cop's prick faded, Patty's orgasm seemed to go on and on and on. The last thing she remembered at that point was that her body had felt the biggest, hardest cock in the world. It had to be!
Several minutes ticked by before Jack roused himself from the drowsy warmth washing over his body. Patty was half-asleep, staring heavy-lidded at him when he told her they had to go.
"Come on, baby, my partners are gonna be back," he said, pulling his cock out of her slackening cunt.
Patty shivered, regretting he had to pull his prick out. It had felt so good, making her feel somehow strangely complete.
"Oh, can't we fuck again?" she asked, feeling delightfully wicked for saying that word again, for even suggesting they make love a second time. She had to fight down a coy smile as Jack shook his head from side to side.
"Man, I wanna do that now, baby," he said, slipping off the cot.
Patty knew he was telling the truth. Even as he stepped into his cotton jockeys and slipped them over his balls, she could see his cock start to stiffen again. It wouldn't take much to get that cunt-spreader fat and long.
"Then why not?"
"Hey, come on. You're just a kid. I could . . . never mind," he said, regretting he'd implied she might be jail bait. He'd learned long ago never to plant ideas in the minds of others. "Come on. Your folks are gonna be worried about you."
Her parents! The outside world suddenly crashed in on her. She'd lost her cherry, had gone to bed with a policeman! Patty jerked upright on the cot, covering her face with both hands. Ohhh, how her cheeks reddened, burning with shame! How could she have done such an awful thing, acted like some common street slut with this complete stranger?
"Hey, come on, honey," Jack said more tenderly, slipping his woolen short-sleeved blue shirt over his massive shoulders and adjusting his black leather gunbelt. He picked up her shorts and panties, handing them to her. "We'll put that blanket around you and take you home. Then maybe I'll see you around the beach, eh?"
Patty felt cheap. She couldn't keep her eyes on him for more than an instant. Quickly she slid her juice-dampened panties over her legs. Then her shorts followed. Her fingers trembled as she buttoned the briefs, taking the long blanket from Jack and sliding it protectively over her shoulders and tits. She wanted to call her parents now. But the thought of spending more time here at the Pavilion with Jack drove her to a higher state of nervousness. Once at home in the privacy of her bedroom, thoughts would come easier to her.
"Come on. Maybe tomorrow you'll come down to the station and think of more you can tell us about that gang."
His voice sounded so cold, so official now as they stepped into the bright white light of the main reception area of the Pavilion. Patty followed Jack as he opened the door, then locked it as they left. The ride home was uneventful. She'd lost everything, her expensive beach towel, her purse with all her money and identification. But the thing that really mattered to her now was her lost cherry and the apparent indifference of the man who'd popped it. She didn't know what she should have expected from Jack. But this cold nonchalance certainly wasn't the reaction she wanted.
"Down here," Patty said, pointing at a tree-lined street leading to the right.
They stopped and she opened the door before he could say a word. Rushing toward the two-story wood-frame house, the teenager ignored the parting words of the cop behind her.
"Mom?" she cried, throwing the door open. The lights burned brightly in the living room and kitchen. And Pal, that awful German shepherd her mother had bought for protection, was lying peacefully in the doorway to the main hall. His ears pricked forward at her arrival.
"Mom?" Patty shouted again, closing the door behind her.
No one was home. The blonde teen searched through the house, finally finding a note pinned to the cork bulletin board in the kitchen.
"Out shopping, then a movie," the girl repeated out loud, reading the brief letter in disbelief. After all that had happened to her, her mother hadn't even been home to worry!
Patty couldn't go on reading farther. She turned and marched up the stairs to her bedroom, feeling a mixture of relief and frustration. She didn't want her mother to find out what had happened, and this situation was, of course, perfect.
But somehow the girl wanted drama. If the sky didn't fall in when the gang attacked her and when Jack fucked her, at least her mother could have been home worrying about why her daughter had been late.
"Ohhhh!" she cried in frustration, flinging herself onto the bed and staring at the ceiling. The loose woolen blanket the patrolman had given her was on the floor. Patty lay half-naked on the bed, her legs dangling over either side of the sagging mattress. The house was so quiet the girl thought she could hear mice running through the walls. "What've I done?" she thought to herself, forgetting about the motorcycle gang and remembering Jack's firm body as it pressed her into that cot. Oh, how his cock felt so good and hot and hard, spreading her itchy, slick pussy walls apart, sending out gouts of sticky warm pussy oil as it slurped its way into her hole.
Patty shivered, crossing her arms over her naked tits and hugging her body. If only he could be here holding her, rubbing his thumbs over her nipples again until she thought they'd explode! Oh, yes, then she'd be all right! It would have served her mother right to have come home and found a man in her daughter's bed!
"What?"
Her thoughts were interrupted by a scratching sound in the hall. Raising her head and peering over her stiff nipples, Patty saw it was Pal. He stood in the doorway, his head cocked to one side while his bushy tail was raised in the air. Patty felt a shiver of discomfort shoot through her body. There was something about that dog, something about the wild, untamed look in his eyes that unsettled her.
Instinctively the girl closed her legs, drawing her hands over her tits. It was silly, thinking an animal could be aroused by the sight of a naked human body. But something in the way he was standing threatened her. Patty wished she could clap her hands together, shout, or do anything to get him to move. But from experience the girl knew nothing could discipline that animal except her mother.
"Oh, no, get out, out!" Patty shouted anyway when Pal started moving into her bedroom. She scooted up the bed, drawing a pillow over her tits. Her eyes were wide with fright while her heart began beating hard. His head was low, his tail dropped between his hindquarters while a low, steady growl came from his throat. What on earth did he want in here? Patty started to tremble.
The German shepherd stopped at the foot of the bed, lying down and resting his head on his forepaws. Patty looked down, wondering why the animal had suddenly shown this kind of protective affection. At times she thought he resented her presence in the big house.
When she was relatively sure Pal wasn't going to try anything weird, Patty lay back down on the bed. Her mind quickly drifted back to the Venice Pavilion and Jack. Slowly she passed her hand down her body, tickling her flesh, warming the large blonde thatch of her cunthair. That touch gave her a wild thrill. With her other hand she started thumbing her nipple until it grew thick and pushed up out of the soft surrounding aureole. The effect was electric, making the girl moan low and softly under her breath. Images of Jack and his cock flashed through her mind. She sensed the tension building in her body.
The tickle of her nipple started slick juices flowing from between her cuntlips. Patty drew her hand out from under her shorts, opening them, then shoving them with her panties over her legs and onto the floor. How wickedly good it was to be naked like this, naked with this panting animal only inches away from her. She rocked her hips, making the buttery heat spread. Juice leaked out to dot the blonde curls with pussy oil. Even after this evening, Patty found herself burning for more. One fuck, and she was ready to take on a whole football team.
Her breathing had grown shallow and labored. She licked her lips, tossing her head against the pillow. The hand resting on her belly trembled. Was she going to finger herself off?
"Uhh . . . noooo!" Patty moaned, moving her fingers through her cunt thicket until the wiry hairs tickled her fingertips. She felt her pussy moving when she touched it, felt the slick juices wetting down her palm. Biting her lower lip hard, Patty ran her fingernails lightly over the smooth surface of her cuntlips. Her knees snapped together while her butt danced up and down. That kind of light touch was maddening!
"I should get up," she said, raising herself from the bed.
Just then the girl realized Pal was up, staring hotly at her. The old fear came back, making her edge back against the headboard. With a loud bark he was on the bed, his belly heaving up and down, the angry red tip of his cock sliding out of his furry sheath.
CHAPTER FOUR
"Get down, get down, damn you!" Patty cried, slapping at the animal.
But Pal only stood there, his ears pinned back while his black rubbery lips trembled. At times Patty could see the double criss-crossed row of white fangs slick with spittle. He was growling louder now, not a mean growl, but one of excitement. Patty struggled backward on the bed, her heels digging into the mattress as she squirmed away from the animal.
"No, no ... " Patty wasn't sure what he had in mind. But dimly she began to realize he might be sexually interested in her. The thought was revolting! To think she would actually let an animal touch her was unbelievable! "This won't happen ... I won't let it!"
But there was nowhere to run. The dog moved quickly when Patty started to edge toward one end of the bed, snapping at her hands and feet when she tried to escape. Real panic started gripping her heart and throat now. She was trapped, trapped in her own bed. Beads of sweat broke out on her wrinkled forehead.
"Don't do this!"
But the dog had had enough of the foreplay. He jumped, his paws hitting her thighs. Patty screamed, feeling the velvety wetness of her cunt exposed. She kicked at the big animal, feeling the inner surfaces of her cunt working together as she wormed higher on the bed.
Pal was undeterred. He jumped again, his nose this time plunging under her hot cunt mound. His tongue started wetting her. He was whining, wiggling his body back and forth as he stood above her on the bed. Patty felt petrified. The first touch of his tongue had made her belly buck with an unnamed fear.
But then if she were so horrified or fearful, why wasn't she striking the animal, screaming down the walls, calling out for help?
"Oh, no . . . oh, my God!"
She was opening her pussy to him! She had fallen back on the bed, pressing her cheek against the pillow and slowly letting her knees sag apart. Pal was going wild. His tongue slopped over the tender inner flesh of her thigh. Each lick was bringing floods of juice from her cunt. It was a wonderful, wet, wild friction. Her knees fell apart more. She heard her cuntlips unsticking. Pal lapped at them. He had quieted suddenly, the growling becoming an occasional whimper.
"Uhhhhhghhh . . . huhhhrrr!"
Pal nuzzled his black nose between her cuntlips tenderly. Patty realized he was tasting and smelling her, licking up her juices while shoving his paws against her prancing ass. The bed was groaning and squeaking as Patty thrashed around, her arms flailing at her sides. What was happening to her? How on earth could she be letting something as sick and foul as this to happen in her own bedroom?
"No, no, get away!"
But her voice didn't sound convincing even to herself. Instead, she shuddered with a fever Pal was giving her. He rested on his belly now between her spread thighs, lapping noisily at her. Patty could feel his hot breath tickling her pussy curls as he drenched her cunt over and over again.
"Pal ... Pal ... "
Patty was going wild. She didn't dare think of what was happening to her. She closed her eyes and tried to imagine that big fat-cocked cop fucking her, holding her down by the shoulders and fucking the daylights out of her while sucking on her nipples.
"Yes . . . fuck . . . fuck!" she breathed low.
But still in the back of her mind, Patty realized it was the German shepherd thrilling her this way. The hunger of her body seemed to take over everything. Her hands reached down to her belly, finding the animal's pointed black snout. She felt the squishy, swampy mess between her legs.
"Ummmmm, ohhh, my God!"
The girl beat the mattress with her flailing legs as another series of pre-orgasmic spasms swept through her pussy like a tidal wave. She felt the animal's tongue licking at her whitened knuckles while her fingers caressed her fluttering cuntlips.
"Yess!" she hissed.
Patty moved her ass up, giving Pal more of her cunt to gobble up. The animal sensed her growing excitement, whimpered through his nose and ate more frenziedly. Now he was lapping the bottoms of her asscheeks and back into her ass crack. Patty felt so wet, so uninhibited by what was going on. She pushed her body up, bracing herself with her soles pressed hard against the mattress. Her tits jiggled with the wild, violent movements of her body. "Fuck . . . fuck!"
Was this for the animal? Was she actually begging this German shepherd to fuck her? Even though she was spinning somewhat out of control, Patty held enough sanity to know she wasn't ready for a doggie fuck yet. No, she had too much pride, too much to overcome to be brought down to that level. But this was different. Somehow the girl managed to accept this animal oral sex, thinking it was only one sloppy surface rubbing against another. The thought that a growling German shepherd was attached to one of those surfaces didn't phase her.
"Yes ... oh, God, yessss!"
The pink tongue drove up and down her cunt crack faster and faster. It was so shamelessly good. Her clit burned like a flaming jewel from the steady friction. The places between her fingers and toes tingled strangely. Patty fanned her fingers along the animal's sides and held him firmly in place. It was good, so good to have that tongue licking sloppily up and down. She moved her butt in a counter motion, increasing the friction twofold. Her ass was prancing wildly while the girl breathed with whistling noises through her flared nostrils.
Slowly, panting harder than ever, Patty inched her knees back until they were almost against her tits. Then she let them fall apart even farther. It was grotesque, she knew. She was letting herself become completely opened to him in that obscene bedroom posture. But she couldn't help it. She'd gone this far. And now Patty wanted to feel the animal all over her, lapping her into a frenzy. All the holds were taken away. Now all she cared about was the massive climax she could feel building in the pit of her belly. "Unggh!"
She gasped and babbled to the animal as he lapped her. Drool oozed from the corners of her mouth while she rocked and rolled on the bed. She moved her ass up, let it fall back, then stroked it up again. Up and back, up and back, until sweat made her flesh glisten from the movements. She twisted to one side so Pal's teeth brushed against one cuntlip, then arched her back so the dog could touch her clit again.
"Unnghhhhh!"
Patty didn't care if the whole neighborhood could hear her moaning like a wild bitch. She didn't care if her mother came in and found her like this with their pet. She could die doing this and she wouldn't care. It was the best thing that had happened to her . . . that is, second after Jack. It was driving her crazy to have this mutt licking her off.
"Ohhhhhhh!"
Patty worked her ass around in frantic circles now, crying excitedly through her nose. Her nostrils burned with the air she sucked in to feed her writhing body. Pal's licking seemed to be everywhere at once. The more she moved, the more pleasure he brought to her. If only she could have that wonderful sensation of having something in her cunt, something shoving aside her pussy walls and making her feel so complete! "Oh, God, I can't!"
Patty felt herself rocketing up to climax. She desperately tried to hold back. But the animal couldn't understand her desires. All he knew was that more and more frothy fuck juice was seeping from her velvety cunt. He lapped at it thirstily, growling, at times shoving his furry nose into her hole and lapping wildly as if he wanted more.
The German shepherd's tongue was petting her clit regularly now. She could feel her pussy muscles spasming, trying to grab onto the dog's black nose. She was quivering on the edge of climax. The big muscles in her ass cramped. Kicking her legs up high she fanned her toes out. Pal slowed his rubbing friction, pulling his head out and tilting it to one side. He stared curiously at her.
"Pal, hurry!"
The dog let out a little help, nuzzling again between her wet pussylips. She felt her tender cunt membranes filling with blood. If Jack's cock were in her now, she would be milking it. The thought hurried her into the storm of her climax. The girl pitched on the bed, bucking her ass against Pal's mouth. His teeth were cutting her slightly, but she didn't care. That sensation added to all the other ones. She raked his fur with her fingers, pulling him harder against her drooling pussyhole. Scissoring her legs tightly around his furry thick neck, Patty bucked like a wild bronco. She didn't want to frighten him away. But her orgasm was so achingly slow and powerful, she couldn't control her body movements any longer!
"Come!" she cried, her head thrown back while her long hair swept across her shoulder blades.
Patty tossed her head, her thighs filled with that crazy itching, tantalizing fire that she loved. The girl quivered and bucked and throbbed all over. She jerked her body so wildly, she was frightened Pal might jump away.
But the dog stayed, licking and nuzzling and panting, his hot breath blowing over her convulsing cunt. Hot juice flooded out onto the bed, wetting the dog's nose until the smacking wet sounds were louder than ever. Her orgasm was on her now, making her pant, gasp and cry out while her legs and arms flailed the bed. She jerked like a speared animal while her fingers clawed at the big dog. Finally she shoved her fingers in her cunt, whimpering while pulling the slit wider and letting the dog's tongue fuck her as if it were a tiny cock.
When she opened her eyes again, Pal lay beside her. She'd been hugging his strong furry body against her. A swirl of thoughts assailed her. How could this horrible thing have happened? Never before had she even considered this sort of sex. But now . . . ?
Oh, she had to get away from him, had to get away and think. Pal sighed, looking sleepily up at her, then closed his eyes and breathed regularly. In a way the girl envied him. He had no conscience, no thoughts to torture him after sex. He just lapped his cock and went to sleep!
At that point, Patty stiffened, sure she'd heard movement in the hall. Glancing down, she saw Pal jerk his head up and twist it around. Someone was in the hall. Oh, God, was it her mother? Could her mother have been standing there in the doorway, watching this terrible scene? And now was she trying to think of a way to approach her daughter? The thought sickened Patty.
"Shh!" Patty said to the big dog as he started to growl.
Then in a flash the girl realized it wasn't her mother in the hall at all. Pal would have been jumping all over the place, barking happily and wagging his tail. No, a thief perhaps, but not her mother.
"Who's t-there?" she stammered, holding onto Pal's collar. The dog would surely defend her. She could feel his body trembling with anger. There were more footsteps. Then a tall, muscular figure in Levi's and black leather jacket stepped out into the doorway. It was that Mike Bradley, the leader of the gang that had tried to rape her earlier.
"Left somethin' on the beach, chick," he said, tossing her opened purse onto the bedroom floor. The contents scattered noisily about. They'd found her address from her wallet and come here to wreak some kind of revenge on her!
"Get 'em!" Patty shouted to the dog, releasing him.
"Fuckin' dog," Mike growled as Pal leaped from the bed and sprang at the big man. Patty watched helplessly as the biker pulled out a small black tubular object from his jacket pocket and aimed it at the animal. There was a hissing sound. Pal yelped, seeming to change direction in mid-air. The animal crashed against the wall, tumbled to the floor, then scampered out into the corridor, yelping and whining.
"What did you do?" the girl almost shouted, feeling her flesh crawl. There wasn't the smell of mace in the room.
"It's the same kinda shit mailmen use," Mike said, stuffing it back in his pocket. "You dig dogs, eh?"
"Get out of here!" the girl wailed, her face flushing red with shame and humiliation. To think that something this low could have witnessed her sexual play with a dog! "He was a lot better 'n you probably are," Patty added, immediately sorry she'd said something like that. Mike's face darkened.
"We'll see, bitch! The boys are downstairs waitin' for us. We thought we'd take your old lady along too. Too bad she ain't around for the fun," Mike said, walking toward the bed.
Patty rolled on one side, covering her face with one hand while trying to reach the lamp with the other. If only she could slow him down, she'd be able to crawl out the window and slip to the ground via the porch roof. The others downstairs would find her missing by the time she reached safety. If only she could get her fingers around the base of that heavy lamp and heave it against his head.
But Mike was fast, knocking the lamp to the floor with one swipe of his hand. Patty screamed, flinching to the other side of the bed. The old terror that had gripped her at the beach returned. Only this time she knew no one could help her. If her mother returned home early, she'd face the same fate as Patty.
"Get up, sweet tits," Mike said, holding his hand out.
Patty took it, then felt herself being yanked hard from the bed. Something popped in her shoulder as she tumbled forward, hair falling in her face, legs twisting together. Mike was holding her tightly, pinching her ass with his callused fingers while biting her neck passionately.
"Unghhh!" Patty cried, feeling something sour bubbling up from her stomach. She was sick, sick with terror and anger and humiliation. He was all over her, his fingers moving up her butt crack until she felt his forefinger playing with the wrinkled flesh of her asshole. She stiffened, a strangled cry escaping her lips as he drove that finger in up to the second joint.
"Nooo!" she wailed, humping against him. Patty's legs trembled, then bent as he scraped the slick walls of her shitter. He was grunting, his thick lips curled into a smile of triumph.
"Gonna suck me off, baby. I ain't gonna stick my cock into your cunt after that mutt got through eatin' you out. But you can still give head, can'tcha?" he said.
Patty was too horrified with the suggestion to answer. He moved both hands to her shoulders, forcing her down to the floor. The girl protested, fighting him by twisting as much as she could. But Mike shut her up by slapping her hard across the face, then backhanding her even harder. Stars popped in front of her eyes. She heard him say that if she tried anything funny like biting him or squeezing his balls, he'd cut her throat. To emphasize his point, the young man unsnapped a small leather holster attached to his riding belt and pulled out a large four-inch carving knife. Patty's eyes widened as the tempered steel reflected the bright bedroom light on the walls. She felt the floor brushing against her knees, felt her stomach turn over and her chest tighten. There was only one thing to do-do as he said and wait for a chance to get away.
"Okay, baby, gimme some head," he said, reaching down and opening his trousers. A wave of warm, humid air hit her cheeks, followed by the sour odor of his crotch. Mike reached in, unfastening the top button of his Levi's first, and pulled his semi-rigid cock out from his jeans.
Patty's head snapped back. If Jack was big, Mike was oversized! Already her jawbones ached as she stared at the juicy piss-slit the biker forced open by squeezing the shaft.
"Man, this is gonna taste real good goin' down your throat," he said, his voice trembling and betraying his growing excitement.
Patty sucked in a deep breath, closed her eyes and let her head fall toward his rigid prick. She shuddered, feeling the slick crown touching her chin. The girl raised her head a bit and opened her mouth, peeling back her lips as if she were getting ready for a kiss. A salty taste on her tongue told her his cockhead was sliding in, oozing plenty of pre-cum for her to choke on.
CHAPTER FIVE
Patty struggled against the hot slippery cock pushing against the back of her mouth. The strong bleachy flavor of his cum made her swallow and her throat constrict. Twice she gagged, her face turning bright red while she pushed her hands up against his groin and tried to edge away.
But Mike held tightly onto the sides of her head, his fingers caressing her ears and forehead while he squeezed his butt and drove his cockhead hard against her throat.
"Mmmmmfff!" Patty cried, tears oozing out from under her lashes and spit seeping from between her lips. Her knees scraped painfully over the floor as she tried to adjust her uncomfortable position. Strands of her blonde hair fell across her face. Her jaw hurt so! At times the girl thought it was going to break as Mike hammered his groin against her face. His wiry cock hairs tickled her nostrils.
"Oh, baby, yeah, whip that skull on me," he sighed, letting his head roll from side to side. He stared heavy-lidded down at the kneeling girl, running his fingers through her fine golden hair. He hadn't had something young and relatively innocent as this for a long time. The rest of the gang downstairs had been against coming to her home. But something about the girl made the biker throw some caution to the wind and break in. Not finding anyone home except the girl and her dog was a stroke of luck. Excited beyond sanity now the biker was determined to let this thing play through all the way.
"Ahhhhh!" Patty sighed, her breath tickling against Mike's cockshaft.
"Man, put your hands up around that prick and milk it. Touch my balls. But you try anything funny and I'll knock the shit outta you," he warned.
Patty did as she was told. His cock felt so funny as she brushed her fingertips over the spit-slicked outer flesh. The girl could feel those rope-like blue veins throb more maddeningly as she touched his cock. Her lips puckered outward as she moved her head back, trailing her fingertips behind her retreating mouth.
Mike groaned, stiffening and spreading his legs farther apart. He had his eyes closed while he worked his fingers in tiny circles around the girl's ears. He was pumping his hips faster and faster. Patty groaned happily, forgetting temporarily she was his prisoner. Her pussy began to warm from this strange act of sucking. Slowly her cunt muscles stirred, buckling from the sexual heat building in the pit of her belly.
"Ahhhh, yeah, gimme that head!" he moaned, twisting his hips back and forth, making his cock revolve around in her mouth.
Staring down at the girl again, Mike saw his cock pushing against her cheeks, making them puff out as if she were a squirrel with a mouthful of nuts. Nuts! Yeah, he wanted to have his balls sucked.
"Oh, baby, lick them balls. Come on, I wanna feel your tongue movin' around my nuts," he groaned, pulling his prick from her mouth with a squishy pop.
Patty reached up and wiped the spit off her lips, then lowered her head, twisting it to one side while flicking her tongue up and down the wrinkled surface of Mike's hairy balls.
The result was electrifying. The big macho biker whimpered like a baby, drawing his legs together and dipping down. He shivered, his hands pressing harder against the sides of her head. Patty groaned, feeling his hairy thighs caressing her face. His cock slid against her eyes and forehead, throbbing wildly while his balls shoved in past her teeth and into her mouth. The girl could almost feel his cum churning in his sac as she tongued and sucked and licked.
"Fuck, baby, you're gonna make me come real soon," he panted, drawing back and holding tightly onto his jerking cock.
"Please, don't do that in my mouth," the girl pleaded. Sucking was one thing. But the thought of all that white-hot jizz spattering down her throat was another. She couldn't imagine herself swallowing that awful stuff! It was almost the same thing as drinking piss or eating shit.
Mike said nothing, pushing her head back again and aiming his fat long cock at the center of her opened mouth. Patty didn't resist this time, didn't bother pleading with the big man. She knelt passively, letting him do what he pleased with her.
"Yeah, lick it, tongue it, get it down your fuckin' throat," he instructed as he slowly pulled her head back down onto his prick.
Both of them were going crazy. Patty felt the fleshy head shoving back over her tongue, going deeper and deeper toward the back of her mouth. She took a deep breath and let Mike push his cock into her throat. Oh, it was as if she were choking. The man's hairy groin scratched her face pleasantly. Patty suddenly discovered she loved the smell of a man, the odor of his unwashed groin. It triggered more juice to flow from her cunt, wetting down her already-slick inner thighs.
"Ohhh, yeah, suck me off!" he groaned as he rotated his hips back so his cock would twist in her throat. His hands held her tightly against his crotch as he hunched his prick into her.
Patty had completely turned around and embraced this sex scene. Now she wanted to keep his cock in her mouth. She loved the sensation of the long fat-headed cock in her mouth. She found herself wrapping one hand around his hips and pulling herself tightly against him while the other still fluttered around his swinging balls. She felt his strong leg muscles catch her. The two of them rocked back and forth until she started gagging for breath. Slowly Mike let her go. Patty let her head slide up until the bulge of his prick disappeared from her throat. Oh, this was the first time she'd ever done this sort of thing and she was acting like a pro!
"Yeah, yeah, chick, you're one hot little fuckin' bitch," Mike commented wryly.
"Like you didn't know why you fucked around with the mutt, right? Baby, there are chicks in the world who can't keep from fuckin'. And you're one of 'em," Mike said, rubbing his cock against her cheek.
No, no that wasn't true! She was a good girl. Her mother had always told her that. Up to this point she'd never gone out with a boy her mother disapproved of, never done anything to cause scandal in her family. This was just a fluke, some warp in her character she'd manage to sort out at a later date. Right now, things were beyond her control. Lots of girls would do what she was doing now if they were in her place.
But then came the question of the dog. Why . . . ?
"Suck it, babe, suck it hard!"
Patty sucked in air through her nose, impaling her mouth once more on his cock. Her tongue lashed over it, licking and coiling around his pounding prick. His balls slapped against her chin. Mike reached down with both hands and started playing with her tits. Patty groaned when he touched her nipples, rolling them between his thumb and forefinger, pinching them so hard she thought she was going to scream in pain.
"Oh, man, feel them tits," Mike whispered as he cupped them in his hands and pushed his fingers deep into the soft flesh. He had to bend down to squeeze her tits, pulling his cock almost all the way out of her mouth. Patty protested, squeezing her lips shut while flicking her tongue over the tight scar just under his cockhead. Mike moaned, feeling his cum packing down hard in his cum-tube. He stood back up, holding onto her face once again while fucking her mouth faster and faster. He was close to shooting, close to dumping his load in the girl's mouth.
"Mmmmmfff!" Patty cried, spit frothing out from the corners of her mouth. His cock sawed faster and faster while his breathing became shallow and irregular. Patty knew he was close, close to shooting a big load down her throat!
"Now, now!"
The warning came just in time. The young woman mentally prepared herself, closing her eyes and waiting for the first splash. It came with a vengeance, spattering against the back of her throat, then oozing down toward her belly. Another and then another wad of jizz came out, hitting her throat so hard it nearly knocked the girl to the floor.
Soon her mouth was filled with the stuff, her cheeks bulging out with it. Mike groaned and shivered, nearly falling backward as his balls rose high and pumped spurt after spurt of the milky cum into the girl's sucking mouth.
Patty tried swallowing as much of the stuff as she could. But Mike's cock was throwing out too much. She felt the warm spunk dribbling down her chin, oozing to the floor in long opaque strings from her fucked mouth.
When he was through, the biker staggered back, working only the tip of his softening cock back and forth over her pouting lower lip. He smiled dreamily, fighting for balance while smearing cum all over the girl's face with his cockhead.
"Yeah, good head, fuckin' good head. Bet you could take on all the guys downstairs, eh?" Mike said, wiping his cock with a dirty white handkerchief, then flipping it back into his pants.
Patty wanted to ask him what he was going to do with her now. But the words choked in her throat. No, she didn't want to know, didn't want him to torture her mentally as well as physically. She had an idea her ordeal had only begun.
"Get somethin' on, baby. We're gonna go for a nice, long ride," he said, zipping up.
Patty stood up shakily, reaching over and grabbing her torn shorts and panties. She wiped her lips and cheeks, still tasting the strange bleachy flavor of Mike's jizz in her mouth. The biker stood in the doorway, his thick-muscled arms crossed over his chest, watching her closely as she opened the closet door and took out a fresh halter and pair of Levi's.
"Come on, bitch, hurry up," he said, glancing down at his wristwatch. "We got some surprises for you. And you don't wanna be late, eh?"
Patty shivered at the thought of surprises from that gang of deviates. She shivered both in fear and in excitement. For try as she might, the blonde teenager couldn't fight down the feeling of expectancy and excitement tightening her chest and making her belly flutter with curiosity.
After she finished dressing, Mike took her by one arm and pulled her down the corridor. At the head of the stairs, Patty looked down and saw the familiar faces of those men who'd attacked her earlier on the beach. Backing into Mike's chest, the girl thought twice about her sense of curiosity and delight. Now she wished Jack would come, kicking the front door down, saving her as he'd saved her earlier.
"Hey, look who's here . . . little Pollyanna," the tall man with the death's-head features said.
"She ain't so goody-two-shoes," Mike growled, giving the girl a rough push forward.
Patty nearly toppled down on the stairway, shooting out one hand to support herself on the rail. She moved quickly, afraid the big man would enjoy bouncing her off the wall.
"We wait for the old lady?" the tall blond asked as Patty reached the bottom.
"Naw. Too dangerous. Don't like bein' here for too long. By the way, this here's Al," Mike said, nodding toward the blond. "Then we got Butch there, and finally Mitch," Mike said, indicating the fat, pot-bellied oldest gang member.
"Can I write something to my mother?" Patty asked in a small voice.
The men laughed. Mike pinched her butt, then knocked her hard against the wall.
"Stop!" she screamed, reaching out for support, then sliding to the floor. The room spun dizzyingly around her as Mike bent down, hooked one arm around her waist and dragged Patty from the room like an old sack. She felt her feet striking each stair, smelled the big man's sweaty body as they neared the kitchen door.
"Butch, grab the van and bring it around back. Make sure the neighbors don't see nothin'," Mike said, holding onto the girl.
What happened next was a blur to the girl and would remain so for the rest of her life. The men were talking about fucking her, about beating her, about showing her a little action she'd remember for a long time.
She groaned several times, still reeling from the blow. Once she tried to fight the big man holding her. But Mike only laughed at her futile escape attempts, striking her again and knocking her unconscious.
When she awakened, the girl knew a good deal of time had passed. She wasn't home any more. The room she was tied up in was low-ceilinged and stifling! At first the girl thought she was underground. But in the distance she could hear a dog barking. The smells assailing her nose reminded the girl of an old barn she used to play in at her aunt's.
Rustling sounds all around her made the girl's flesh crawl. Rats! Mice and rats and God-only-knows-what crawling around her! She wanted to scream but bit her lips instead. No, she didn't want to call attention to herself any earlier than possible.
Trying to keep thoughts about what was creeping around her feet away, Patty started examining her condition. She'd been stripped, her arms stretched out and slightly up from her body and tied with half-inch line to two large iron spikes driven into the wooden wall behind her. The rope chafed her wrists badly, drawing a little blood each time she tried to move.
Her legs had been likewise tied, loops of rope secured fast to both ankles and her legs spread apart, making a forty-five degree angle. A light breeze brought some relief to the sweating girl, ruffling the wiry hairs of her pussy. She gasped for relief, feeling sweat trickling uncomfortably out from under her arms and down her chest, belly and thighs.
The minutes dragged by. Patty began to wonder whether or not the gang had left her here. Perhaps they had already done something terrible to her, something she couldn't feel or see yet. God only knows, there was little enough light in this tiny room. Dim illumination came through several slats, making Patty think there had to be a streetlight nearby.
What had or would happen to her would become clear in a short time. Patty could hear footsteps crunching over gravel outside. They grew louder, stopping suddenly as the door squeaked open. It was Mike-bare-chested, his hand holding a crinkled can of beer, his trousers half-unbuttoned. She could see he was drunk as he staggered forward, spilling some of the foamy beer on his belly.
"Like it?" he asked, waving his arm at the ropes holding her wrists to the wall. Patty remained quiet. "Thought you would," he murmured, tilting the can against his mouth and glugging down more beer. "Me and the boys thought it up. We bring lotsa girls down here, and man, they dig it," he whispered tightly, leaning forward and leering at the bound, helpless teenager.
Patty winced, turning her face away from the young biker.
"Baby, I'm talkin' to you. And when I talk, you listen," he growled, reaching up with his free hand and curling his fingers around several strands of her hair. He yanked and tugged, pulling so hard the girl thought her scalp would rip loose from her skull. She screamed, her body snapping against the wall.
"Better," he muttered, letting her go and taking another drink of beer. He finished with the can, stepping back and flinging it hard at the girl. Patty screamed again, jerking her head to one side. The can smashed into the wall like a bullet, then fell to the ground at her feet.
Mike wiped his mouth, then staggered to one side and searched the floor for something.
"This used to be the carriage house or some goddamned thing like that," he muttered. Patty watched as he bent down and picked something up. It looked like an old riding crop!
"What are you going to do with that?" she asked in a tiny voice. Of course the girl knew well what Mike had in mind. She could tell that from the way he looked at her the minute he stumbled in.
"Gonna teach a brat about what she shouldn't do with doggies," he said in a sing-song voice, smiling cruelly at Patty.
The girl tensed, sweat pouring from under her arms, itching where it trickled across the sides of her tits. Mike drew closer, tapping the crop against his thighs. Then suddenly he jerked his hand up, slashing the crop across the girl's cheekbone.
The force of the blow snapped her head to one side. Patty choked down a scream. Watching the big man reeling in front of her, the teenager knew she'd survive this. No matter what they did to her, she'd survive.
CHAPTER SIX
Patty trembled, watching Mike studying her. The crop in his hand trembled.
"I dig this," he confessed, his eyes widening.
The girl could see his thick cock pressing against the front of his Levi's. Her jaw hurt as she thought of that prick sawing in and out of her mouth.
"I like doin' this kinda shit. And you dig it too, right, bitch?"
The blonde shook her head violently from side to side, fighting back the tears. How could he ask her this kind of question?
He laughed, then slashed the crop across one nipple.
Patty screamed, the slicing pain in her injured tit shooting through her like an electrical current. After her screams died down, the pain seemed to go on forever. Mike brought the crop down on her belly, then changed direction and hit her inner thighs with the hard instrument. She ground her teeth, hating the biker bitterly. How she wished she could hit him, tear out his eyes! Patty screwed her face into a mask of control, slowly regaining control of her feelings. Mike stopped, wiping the sweat from his forehead.
"The guys are out in the yard," Mike said, jerking his head toward the doorway. "We got plenty in store for you. But I wanted this time alone. They know and they understand," Mike said. He looked at her, licking his lips like a greedy cat in front of a trapped mouse. The twisting, sobbing girl in front of him aroused him as no one had before.
"You scum!" she growled, spitting into his eyes as he approached her.
Mike reeled back, surprised by her defiance. He wiped the spit from his face, chuckling strangely.
"Didn't think you had the guts to do that. It's good . . . real good," Mike said, throwing the riding crop away.
The biker walked back up to her, doubled his fists and send them pummeling into her belly. Patty thought his knuckles had bruised her spine. Her cheeks puffed out while her face reddened from the force of the blow. All the air in her lungs seemed to blow out. Her body jerked while her head snapped back, then fell limply forward to her chest.
"Arghhhhhhh!" the teenager screamed. She pulled at her bonds. The ropes cut deeply into her flesh, making Patty cry out and whimper. Slowly she regained her breath. Peering through the curtain of hair hiding her eyes, the young woman muttered obscenities at the biker. How she wished she had a knife at this point!
Sensing her hatred, Mike grabbed at Patty's cunt. He twisted the hairs and her cuntlips in his fist. The pulling, tearing feelings shot through the girl like a knife. Screaming, howling like a ghost, Patty thought she was going to pass out from the agony. Patty jerked her knee up as far as it would go, feeling the ropes cutting into her ankles.
"Stupid bitch! Gonna spit in my face, will ya?" Mike growled, pulling out a fistful of wiry pussy hairs, then going back and yanking out a second batch.
Patty shrieked, snapping her head back and banging it hard against the wooden wall. She could hear laughter outside. The men were enjoying themselves immensely at her expense!
"Stupid cunt! Little slut!" Mike shouted, striking her open-handed across the face, then backhanding the young woman. Stars popped in front of her face while her hair splashed over her cheeks and eyes. Patty kept trying to pull her hands and legs free of the ropes. But it was useless. The line cut deeper into her flesh. She screamed at him, dragging out curses she couldn't remember having learned even in the high school bathrooms.
"Don't do this to me!" she cried out, tears welling up and falling down her cheeks.
But of course Mike enjoyed her cries. He loved it when she swore at him, dissolving into cries and pleas for mercy.
"You're gonna love it," he repeated, now moving both hands gently up and down her asscheeks. He'd changed tactics, caressing her injured flesh. Patty stared wonderingly at him. He was humming some tune while smoothing those callused fingers over her flesh. Slowly, steadily, the young woman was aware of a change in her reaction to this man. The fear was dissolving, the revulsion was going away. In its place, perhaps even aroused by all the abuse, was a gruesome kind of excitement rising in her pussy. By the time his hands had slid up to her pussylips, Patty felt her fuck oil start to boil up and run out her slit.
"You animal!" she moaned, turning her face away from him. No, she couldn't look at Mike; How could she look at her tormentor when she knew he was arousing her with his filthy tactics? She hated him, hated herself for feeling this.
"Think I'm gonna get a taste of that pussy. But first ..."
Mike backed up, turning around and picking up the beer can he'd tossed over his shoulder before. Shaking it he smiled, glad there was still some of the liquid in it.
"Gotta clean you up. You still got dog spit in ya," he said, moving up to the girl while covering both holes in the top of the can. He shook it violently, then shoved it fast under her hot drooling hole and removed his thumb. A spray of white foam shot out of the can and ran up her pussy.
"Ahhhhhh!"
Patty stiffened, her fingers fanning out against the splintery wooden wall behind her while her legs twitched. The sudden splash of cold beer against her hot, slick cunt flesh was a shock. She let out a long hissing cry, closing her eyes and shivering with revulsion and disgust.
Mike stood to the side, grinning sheepishly as the misture of beer and cunt juice oozed out of her cunt and trickled down her thighs. Patty relaxed in her bonds, her shoulder joints starting to hurt from the grotesque bound position she'd been in for some time.
"Okay," he said, crumpling the can and throwing it on the floor.
Patty watched as the young man ran his hands over her hips and belly, then knelt down until his nose was brushing her cunt hairs. She could feel his breath against her inner thighs. It was sexy, arousing, making her pussy clench at thin air! Involuntarily Patty found herself moving her ass back and forth against the wall, wishing he'd touch her pussy again, maybe even play with her clit.
Suddenly he pushed himself down between her legs. When she felt his hot rough tongue licking her fleshy cuntlips, the woman thought she'd pass out from delight. In spite of the paces he was putting her through, Patty couldn't deny the sensations tearing through her cunt. It was wonderful having him lick his tongue up between her puffy cuntlips. She found herself shoving out at him as best she could.
"Yeah, good hot meaty cunt," he breathed, looking up at the writhing, helpless teenager, then burying his face back in her cunt hair.
Patty groaned, wishing she could wrap her long legs around his back and hunch crazily into his mouth. Mike shoved his tongue between the tight line separating her pussylips, right up into her slippery cunthole. Patty blew apart as he shoved up higher and higher until his tongue was pushing against her clit.
"No, nooooo!" she cried, shaking violently from pre-orgasmic explosions in her body. How could she feel this, feel such powerful sexual sensations when she loathed the man causing them? Her mother had indicated sex was either something vile and terrible, or lovely between a married man and woman. Mike certainly wasn't married to her, nor would he ever be! But, oh ... !
His tongue scraped around her tender hot cunthole, licking up her pussy juice. He was licking her raw, sucking at her slit so hard his cheeks caved in. As he worked her over, the biker pulled her legs farther apart. His fingers held her cuntlips apart while he lapped his tongue more freely around her hole.
Patty gasped and moaned, twisting under him as he shoved one finger up her asshole. The resulting hot jolt of pleasure made her cunt wink shut, trapping his tongue temporarily.
"Like that, eh?" he said, wiggling his finger around in her shitter until the girl found herself hunching back onto it. She was being fucked at both ends! Patty loved the sensation of being rammed both in the cunt and the ass by Mike! Her inhibitions were melting away! Her moans matched his growling while he moved his head around, licking and snarling as he ate hungrily at her. When she started hunching regularly, the biker pulled away.
"You're hot enough," he mumbled, picking several strands of cunt hair from between his front teeth.
"What?" the girl asked, looking heavy-lidded at him.
"Never mind," he said, rubbing his bulging crotch. Mike fought down his lust, reaching up and untying the rope fastening her wrists to the wall spikes. Patty nearly fell over when the ropes slackened. Mike pushed her against the wall with one hand while stretching down and untying the line binding her ankles. "Come on," he said, helping her from the small room out into the open.
"Oh!"
The fresh air against her tortured body seemed to refresh her at once. Patty stopped, holding onto Mike's shoulder while sucking in the fresh, cool evening air. It felt so good after that stale oxygen in the shed.
Looking around, the girl saw she was somewhere in the desert mountains, probably close to Los Angeles. It was still evening. Her mother, undoubtedly, had by this time called for the police. Patty almost laughed. It would take an army to find them. The surrounding tall mountains, the thick growth of pines hiding this small clearing, everything was to the bikers' advantage.
Dropping her gaze, the girl saw the other men standing in a semi-circle some twenty feet away from her and Mike. Behind them was a small cabin, the roof of which looked half-collapsed. To the right, a beat-up van was parked under a tall elm. All around was a sense of peace and harmony. What a lie that was!
"She's ready, man. We're gonna have us a real show, right?" Mike said, sliding away from the girl, then shoving her forward.
Patty grunted, stumbling as she pitched forward, then catching herself in time. She stood unsteadily in front of them, covering her tits and cunt modestly while drawing her legs together in knock-kneed fashion. She crouched down slightly, breathing through her mouth and wondering what new terrors they had planned for her. A gentle breeze ruffled her hair.
"Hey, come on, boy," Butch said, bending down. She heard Mike laughing softly next to her. Squinting her eyes, the girl peered through the darkness and saw a shape next to the men she'd missed before. It was a dog! Oh, God, a dog, another German shepherd just like Pal! Her heart stopped while her throat tightened. Immediately the young woman knew what they were going to do to her! Mike had seen her do that awful thing with Pal. And now he was going to give his buddies a free show!
"Come on, baby, come on and show the guys what you dig," Mike said, throwing back his head and laughing as the teenager sobbed.
Patty stepped back, shrinking away from the approaching dog. He was so like Pal . . . large, pointed ears, but a darker gray, she thought. Of course in the moonlight it was hard to tell.
"Come on. Bend down and let of Fellah take care of that hot juicy pussy," Mike taunted.
Patty held her head with one hand, shaking it violently, trying to drive out her thoughts. No, no, she hadn't enjoyed what had gone on in her bedroom. And even if she did, she was sorry for it. Nothing could make her go through with something that sick and vile and perverted again!
"He's gone through a whole bunch of cunts before," Butch said, grinning widely.
"Yeah," Al answered, running his fingers through his stubby crew-cut blond hair. "Even got a couple of 'em to like it."
"Don't worry about her. She digs it," Mike said.
"No, not true, not true!" she cried, clenching her fingers into two fists. Who was she trying to convince?
The animal studied her, twisting his head to one side and blinking curiously at the woman. Patty turned her attention to the approaching animal and felt her flesh crawling with fear. Her throat tightened even more as a tiny scream escaped from between her lips. It was going to happen again! Dear God, it was going to happen all over again and there was nothing she could do to stop it!
Desperately the teen wheeled around and bolted in the direction of the shed. Mike was there and caught her, shoving her roughly back by both shoulders. Patty stumbled, her legs crossing over one another. She pitched backward, her arms flailing out as she crashed down hard on the ground on her ass.
The dog went into action quickly. He was on her in a flash. His strong legs bumped the insides of her thighs. She crawled backwards, trying to get up. Fellah pursued, nuzzling his maw against her pussy. His tongue divided her swollen cuntlips, reminding her of the working over Mike had given her in the shed when she was still bound to the wall. Ohhh, how good that seemed now as she lay naked on the ground, covered with this animal!
"Go for it, baby, give 'em head, do what he wants!" Mike shouted. The others joined him, standing with their hands on their hips drinking beer while their cocks swelled up against their flys.
"Ohhhhhh!"
He was nosing around, nosing around the way Pal had earlier. Images of what had happened back in her bedroom flashed through her mind, actually exciting her while this dog slurped into her cunt. Oh, God, a dog was eating out her cunt. And what made it worse was that with each passing second his sloppy mouth was bringing back that exciting heat she'd felt earlier with Mike. He was so hot, so smooth, Patty wished he would be more forceful, slide his tongue up against her clit and . . . "Noooo!"
Somehow Patty shoved Fellah back. She had turned around and now was on her hands and knees, crawling away while whimpering through her nose. Shapes moved on either side of her. The bikers were laughing, kicking dirt in her face, commenting on how her tits dangled down from her chest and nearly touched the ground.
"Oh no, no, gotta get away, gotta ..." Patty mumbled constantly, looking back around her ass at the pursuing German shepherd. The animal darted forward again. She screamed and tried to jerk to one side. But again the animal had anticipated her move. She felt the strong legs on her back. The hairy underside of his body started pumping against her ass. Something hot and slick and sharp gouged at her cunt. The horror of what had almost happened to her brought Patty to her feet. She was in a dog-fucking position, something Fellah had obviously noted and was going to make good on if he could.
"No, get away!" she panted, staggering forward toward the cabin. Al stepped in front of her, taking her by the shoulders and shoving her back toward the shed. Patty cried out, wheeling around and nearly tripping over the large animal. Thick gouts of cunt juice oozed from her slit, wetting down her thighs. In the moonlight the men could see the slick glittering of her juice-slicked legs as she stumbled around, trying to avoid their hands and the dog's tongue. "Ohhhh, God!"
Patty had made it to the elm sheltering the van. She hooked her arms around it, scraping her feet against the big trunk. Fellah swarmed excitedly under her legs, licking her rope-burned ankles. Patty tried kicking at him and missed. His muzzle slipped up the inside of one high and went deep into her cunt. He growled and tossed his head. That sudden insertion brought a fiery shiver that spread over her flesh. Digging her fingertips into the hard bark, the blonde teen tried to climb higher on the tree. But she slipped and fell heavily to the ground.
"Nooooo!"
Patty choked, trying to get air back in her lungs. The dog was making strange sounds as he plowed her cuntlips open and ate the hot juices flowing out. It was so crazy, so wonderfully crazy! This was supposed to be torture. But the girl was almost babbling with delight as the dog licked her dry!
"Mmmmmmmm!''
She touched his pointed ears. His long muzzle and open mouth moved deeper into her slit. The white-fanged intensity of his oral fuck brought out another shivery groan from her throat. She was finally getting her breath back. But her back hurt where she'd fallen. And she felt so damned weak! "No, no, don't ..."
But her voice was only a hoarse whisper. The dog kept on lapping at her slick pussy. Once again the girl tried to discourage the animal by drawing her thighs together. But Fellah growled, clawing at her so painfully that the girl finally reopened them. Ohhh, she was a bitch in heat, a slut as Mike said, deserving whatever torture they threw at her!
CHAPTER SEVEN
"Oh, what are you doing?"
Patty cried out as the dog opened his jaws and moved up her thigh. She shivered with delight and pain, feeling dizzy. He was almost forcing her to do what he wanted. He was using his weapons, those horrible fangs, to make her open herself up to him again.
"Oh, leave me alone!" Patty cried. But no one believed her, least of all the animal.
When the pain became too sharp, the teenager opened her body to him again. Fellah let out a small yelp and wiggled his nose deep into her cunt. The rough wetness of the fur surrounding his snout excited her clit. The animal just couldn't know what that tiny lump of flesh was. He couldn't! And yet look at the way he went after it. The men even commented on the animal's ability to concentrate his licking on her clit.
Patty was growing wild, bracing her body up on her hands and rocking it back and forth like a suspended hammock. His tongue was driving around the squiggle of her small clit, making her cry out in tiny little whimpers. She was encouraging the animal, egging him on with her hot pussy and her rocking body. Patty lost even the will to try to tuck her ass under and away from him. She now lay on the ground, her arms spread out as if she were getting ready to be crucified. Her legs were spread wide apart as the animal calmly ate out her pussy.
"Nnnnghhhh!" Patty cried out, spasms knifing through her. She lifted her knees slightly, feeling almost like a dog herself. Of course, that's what frightened her! She was going to turn into a bitch, the human equivalent of it anyway! She'd be on the streets, her cunt on fire, her ass jiggling up and down, back and forth as she looked for some good stiff cock to have stuck up her cunt. The shame, the horror of that happening terrified the girl.
"No, no!"
But of course the animal kept on lapping. Thoughts floated in her confused mind. She thought of dogs fucking in two's, packs, groups of ten or more. She saw animals mounted on one another, the usually calm air over a country field filled with the squishy sound of animals and people fucking.
"Oh, fuck, fuck ..."
Patty forgot the men surrounding her, forgot the shame she was bringing on herself. She couldn't speak any more. She only moaned and panted. The sounds of Fellah's mouth stroking across her steamy cunt was more than enough to hear. Patty realized she was clawing the ground. The animal was growing more wild by the second. Without any warning, he started licking at her belly, moving up, bracing his forepaws on her lower belly and licking at her tits. The sensation of his tongue touching her nipples was mind-boggling. She couldn't believe this dog! He was almost human, just like the men torturing her.
"Oh, noooo!"
What made her stay on her back and let the animal do this? Why couldn't she bring herself to jump up and run at the men, fists clenching, howling like a demon? They'd keep pushing her back. But sooner or later they'd grow tired of the game and either beat her senseless or let her go. In either case the shame of being serviced by a German shepherd would be off her shoulders.
But Patty couldn't bring herself to do it. She lifted her head and watched the dog lap her wet little pussy. He moved back up to her tits, laving her stiff, dark-red nipples with doggie spit.
She wasn't aware that her hips were moving until several pieces of gravel rolled between her asscheeks and tickled her shitter. The dog was at her feet now, lapping at her toes and ankles. It was the strong odor of her pussy juice that made him like this. She looked heavy-eyed at the big dog, then let her head fall back on the grass again.
"Oh, no, noo!"
He was devouring her pussy again, laving his tongue up and down, stroking it until the young woman thought she was going to go crazy on the spot. Patty shoved herself up to him, opening her legs until she felt the muscles in her ass cramp with the tension. She was freely giving him all of her cunt-every hidden slick fold and hollow. There could be no denying it now. She wasn't being forced to do this. Mike and the others weren't holding a knife to her throat or threatening her with their fists. No, she was willingly opening her body up to this animal, begging him to lick her more strongly as the seconds ticked by.
Patty came, came with a maddening fury that paled all her other orgasms. The sharp edge of joy cut through her like a spear. She felt her pussy convulsing. Snapping her knees together, she rolled on the ground, bucking and jerking in a frenzy that frightened as well as excited the big German shepherd. He bobbed his head around, trying to keep his tongue on her cunt while the girl snapped around under him. "Aiyeeeeee!"
The girl drew her hands to her mouth and bit down hard on her fingers, trying to choke down the strangled cries of delight. The dog, meanwhile, gouged and lapped and drove his nose into her cunt. Patty curled into a fetal position while Fellah wedged between her thighs. She cried, dropping one hand and wedging his head between her thighs. She scratched him hard, digging her fingernails into his coat. Fellah wriggled his ass, setting his paws on the ground as he tried to keep her cuntlips open to him.
Patty bucked backward, rolling and squirming on the grass as her spasms tortured her with pleasure almost too intense to take. At first the girl didn't know what the hot flecks were that struck her thighs.
"Oh, God, ohhhhh!"
Patty jerked away, her hands shaking to her sides as she realized Fellah was coming, rubbing the furry sheath of his cock against her calf and knee. He was humping forward with fast movements. Each time he did, his knobby red prick sprayed doggie cum.
The girl screamed out again and staggered to her feet. She leaned against the tree, gathering her strength, wiping her body against the smooth bark. The animal meanwhile whimpered and curled up, licking himself where his hot jizz had shot out from his cock. She glared at him, wishing she could find a gun and shoot that dog!
"God in heaven!" Patty gasped. It was too dreamlike, too far out for her to completely understand. Two dogs . . . oh, God, she'd been licked by two animals in such a short time! Holding her head, Patty let out another moan, wishing she could crawl into a small hole and die.
"Ain't no God gonna help you here," Mike said.
Patty didn't hear the big man's comment. She tried to smile, tried to see something in what had happened besides the horrible gloomy guilt threatening her. He was only a horny dog, and she'd been dragged to this mountain hide-out against her will. It was simple. She could explain away Fellah's attack, but she couldn't find a good excuse for her reactions. She had to get away, had to sleep, had to be by herself to think this out. At this point the girl realized the men had drawn closer to her.
"No, get away!" Patty hissed, limping slightly from her fall against the tree. She made her way backward, her eyes darting from one man to the other. The wind made the places where the doggie jizz hit chilly. Crossing her arms over her bare tits, the young woman felt herself growing faint. All the strength she had before was draining away. It just was too much for her to handle-the kidnapping, the oral rape, the beating, and now the animal. She felt like a basket case as her feet sank into some warmer, wetter soil.
Patty shivered. The wind was blowing colder from the north, stirring the tops of the fir trees surrounding the cabin. She drew her knees together, feeling her pussy chill. The blast of wind whipped her pussy hair, raising gooseflesh underneath.
Mike gripped her shoulders and gave her a push forward. With a yelp, Patty staggered toward Butch. She looked up at the tall biker and cried out in terror. That terrible grin, those cold eyes made her draw back. Butch slipped a hand around her waist and moved his fingers to her supple ass. Patty tried to squirm away, smelling the foul odor of stale beer and tobacco on his breath. He was pinching her, moving his fingers up to her shitter and trying to sneak two of them into that tight little hole. Patty kept prancing her ass around, moving her asshole away from his probing fingers just at the right moment.
"Bitch!" he growled, pushing her roughly away.
Patty stumbled, got her balance and stopped. She felt confused and terribly vulnerable in front of these men. She managed to keep out of ATs grip by flinching backward. They were laughing at her now, swearing at the girl, telling her all the foul things they were going to do to her when they caught her.
"Unghh!"
Mitch slapped her hard on her jiggling asscheeks, then reached up and grabbed hold of her blonde hair. Patty screamed in pain, her head jerking back while her eyelids fluttered. He pulled her against him, moving his fingers down to her still-wet pussy and rubbing them quickly up and down over her cuntlips. There was nothing exciting about this. His nails hurt her sensitive pussy membranes as they cut and bit into her flesh. When his palms greased over a slick spot of dog jizz, the potbellied biker growled with disgust, wiping the smear on her face and shoving her away.
Patty's tits bobbed, her ass and thighs jiggling as she moved away from Mitch and regained her balance. She had to stay on her feet, had to stay awake. God only knows what they'd do to her if she fell down or passed out. The young girl sobbed, brushing stray strands of hair away from her face. She couldn't stop running. They wouldn't let her. As she got closer to the shed, Mike stepped in front of her, slapping her across the face. She reeled back, shaking her head violently while rubbing the injured cheek. Some of the bikers were throwing gravel at her. She spun around, not sure which way she should go. She was running around like a terrified, cornered animal waiting to be slaughtered. The chilling wind, the shouting, the men all waving their hands wildly in the air, terrified and confused her.
"How about all of us fuckin' her?" Mitch suggested, dropping his hands to his pants and unbuttoning them.
Patty gasped, watching as Mitch, Butch and Al unzipped their Levi's and pulled out their stiff cocks. Only Mike kept out of this melee, preferring to step back and watch the girl handle this.
"No!" she screamed, jumping to one side as Al stretched out his hands and lunged toward her. He stumbled, falling on his knees, cursing his bad luck.
Mitch moved more quickly, snatching a handful of her hair and pulling to slow her down. He swore at her, holding her tightly, pulling her blonde hair until her head was jerked back as far as it would go. Her arms stretched out in front of her while her knees threatened to give way. The girl felt something warm and wet trickling down her thighs. She was pissing, pissing on herself! Mike laughed, pointing out this awful phenomenon to the men.
"Man, she's so hot, she can't keep it in!" Mike chortled.
The others joined in the joke as Mitch moved one hand around and rammed two fingers into her pussy. Her belly and cunt muscles cramped, her thighs clenching against the invading digits. She yelped . . . from fear and from a strange pleasure that was once again rearing its ugly head. The yelling, the chasing, the fear had all produced an odd kind of masochistic pleasure making her pussy grow hot and tight all over again. Patty found herself grinding her thighs hungrily against his hand and spearing fingers. While the bikers gloated, she threw herself against him.
"Yeah, man, you'd dig anything rammed into that tight little cunt, right, bitch?" Mitch growled. Then the young man cursed, feeling more piss spurt onto his hand. Patty was so excited, so confused she couldn't control herself any longer.
"Oh!"
Swearing a blue streak, the fat biker jerked his hand away, then tried to shove the piss-slick fingers into her mouth. Patty moaned, jerking her head away and closing her eyes in disgust.
Mitch squeezed her ass, shoving a knee into her belly. Patty groaned, her mouth opening in pain. He shoved his fingers into her mouth, laughing as she licked them, then choked on the taste and smell. He laughed, pleased at the way it had turned out.
Patty staggered back to the towering elm, holding onto the bark for dear life. She was sobbing, crying for her home, for her little bed, for the warm covers and her mother's comforting words. She'd have given anything to have them now. Instead all she got was abuse and sexual torture. She dug her fingernails into the bark, clawing at the tree while Mike came up behind her.
"Ahhhhhh!"
He struck her, slapping her ass hard with his opened hand. The girl stiffened, falling against the tree and holding onto it more tightly than before. It seemed as if her life would end if she were to let go. He hit her harder. Hot needles of pain raidated out from her ass and speared her cunt. She whimpered, her knees buckling. Patty threw her head back, her blonde hair sweeping across her shoulders and back. He kept on hitting her. With each blow she became weaker, what will she had left falling to pieces. Slowly the girl sank to the ground, her hands still wrapped around the base of the elm.
"You smell," Mike said, curling up his nose and drawing back.
Patty felt as if she had to be the lowest form of life on the planet. She heard him giving orders to Al and Mitch. There were sounds of scrambling around. Then the big leader told her to stand up and turn around.
As she steadied herself, Patty slowly moved around to face the shed. A blast of cold water smashed into her ribcage, sending her staggering back against the elm. She opened her mouth in surprise. They were hosing her down, hosing her down as if she were a pig being readied for the market! Instinctively, the girl put both hands in front of her, deflecting the hard spray against her face. She closed her eyes tightly and turned her face to the side as her hair quickly became plastered down to her skull. She felt her feet slipping on the mud quickly created under her.
Patty struggled to stay upright from the initial blow. She skated on that slick mud. At times Mitch and Al played the water around her feet, purposely sending up clots of mud against her body. She glared at the men, summoning enough energy to spit in their direction. This was too much! Twice she struggled against the concentrated spray of cold water, her feet sliding and slipping while her lips were twisted in grim determination. But Al and Mitch played the hosing water against her ankles, nearly upending the girl. Patty shot out both arms for balance, retreating back finally, feeling the elm brushing her ass.
"Noooo!"
The men moved the icy spray up to her belly, making her pitch forward both from the cold and the force of the spray. Then, as she struggled to the right, they moved the spray quickly to her ankles. The result was Patty falling forward into the mud. "Unnghhhhh!"
She lay sprawled on the wet ground, her arms, legs and belly wallowing in filth! The girl managed to keep her face and hair out of the mud, arching them up as more water splashed over her asscheeks. Twice the girl tried to struggle to her feet. But the men directed the stream at her legs, keeping her down.
Finally Patty managed to swing around and struggle to a sitting position. Al and Mitch played the water over her belly, washing away most of the filth. When the girl managed to struggle upward, they moved the spray onto her cunt. The water hit like a hammer on the sensitive flesh, opening her cuntlips and sending a wild flash of fire on her clit. The cold of the spray combined oddly with the heat in her pussy, making her cunt muscles cramp and spasm while her clit sputtered.
"No, I won't let this happen ... not this," she muttered to herself, dropping one hand over her cunt and rolling onto her belly again, trying to get her cunt away from the moving stream. Her long hair tangled around her neck, catching under her shoulders. She fought to get free from those coils.
The men shot the water straight up between her long thighs. In spite of the cold, Patty hunched back at it involuntarily. The blast of cold water against her ass and tense pussy was like a huge tongue, driving into both holes at once. The cum and mud was quickly washed away.
Patty gasped, her slick body moving on the mud. She didn't dare turn to face the stream. Mitch and Al moved around, directing the spray against every part of her body. The girl tried to keep her face and tits away. But there was no chance against these maniacs. The two bikers directed the water to her tits, forcing them up away from her chest toward her face. The cold made her nipples stiff and dark red. Raging with shame, Patty put her hands over her face. Another well-directed spray on her cunt brought her to her knees once more. With a wail the girl collapsed, her defiance fading. She lay on her back sobbing as the men played the hose from her tits to her cunt, then back again. In a way this was worse, far worse than the dog! When, when would it stop?
CHAPTER EIGHT
The heavy rush of cold water on her clit and cunt made Patty's hips rise and fall. She yelled out with a mixture of pain, shame and lust, letting her raised knees actually fall open. When she realized what had happened, the blonde teen snapped them shut again, turning away from the stream.
"She's clean enough!" Mike shouted above the roar of water.
"Man, we're havin' some fun," Al and Mitch complained together as Mike signaled for them to stop.
"Yeah, well, man, she ain't gonna be nothin' but raw meat if you keep that up. Come on, let's give 'er some rest."
Patty murmured thanks as the water stopped and she lay back in the dirt, feeling numb from the attack. Hands moved her, picked her up and carried her back to the shed. At this point the girl didn't care what the men did to her. She was their plaything for the night, something to amuse themselves with until they kidnapped another young innocent victim and tortured her.
Newspaper stores flashed through her mind now as Mike tied her back up, slipping figure-eights around her wrists and ankles. She remembered hearing about young girls who were found naked and sexually abused, some actually tortured, in the woods around vacation areas near Los Angeles. Would she be another of those victims? Stories like those had never affected her particularly. She just assumed nothing like that would ever happen to her. Either that, or the news media just made it up for flash.
But now reality crashed into that fantasy world of hers like a cannon ball. Men existed who enjoyed torturing young women just for the fun of it. Mike, Mitch, Al and Butch didn't care about morals or pity. She could cry and beg for mercy until her throat was raw. But they'd do whatever they pleased with her until they were bored. And then . . . ? The conclusion made her shiver with terror.
"Al, you keep watch on the slut. Me and the boys are gonna look around town for a little more action," Mike said, finishing with the rope.
Patty was left hanging on the wall, this time her cunt and tits pressed against the splintered wood. She couldn't even lie down! Sagging from the upper spikes toward the floor, the blonde teen moaned. She was drifting in and out of consciousness, feeling the terrible tension in her shoulder blades. Even in this uncomfortable position Patty felt she could sleep for hours. She heard the men leaving the shed, talking briefly with Al for a second outside, then moving toward the van. There was the sound of the powerful engine turning on, then of the van crunching over the graveled side road, moving toward the highway.
Patty sighed, closed her eyes and passed out. How long she'd lost consciousness, she didn't know. But suddenly she jerked away, aware of something pressing hard against her shitter. From the hot breath against the back of her neck and the hands gripping her hipbones, Patty knew Al was trying to fuck her in the ass.
"Noooooo!" she shrieked, immediately awake. Her fatigue evaporated under the terror suddenly gripping her. Her fingers clawed at the wall while her legs jerked as much as they could. Al was crouched down, his knees jammed against the backs of her legs. When she knew she was awake, he started searing at her.
"Take my big cock, you fuckin' bitch! Take it up your ass!"
She could picture that skull-like face, see those cold blue eyes dancing in his head as the blunt head of his prick pressed against her virgin asshole. She cried out for help, knowing there was no one around to aid her. Tears oozed out from under her long lashes as her mouth pulled into a tight scar and a low, steady groan came from her throat.
Patty screamed louder. The tight ring of her sphincter muscles was being driven up into her butt. She felt the tearing, stretching pain all around the outside of her asshole. She felt as if she were being stretched by a blunt chisel.
"No, no, oh, please don't do this to me!" she pleaded.
"Man, this is what I dig, baby," he breathed, biting her hard on the shoulder. "I dig fuckin' sluts in the ass. Ain't a lotta guys who like it. But fuck, ain't nothin' tighter 'n a woman's ass. Yeah, good, hot tight butt-fuckin'."
Patty shivered. Then suddenly the pressure against her asshole eased up for a second. Patty relaxed. It was what Al had been waiting for. Gripping her hipbones hard again, the young biker jammed forward. It was like a huge lump of shit trying to re-enter her asshole. Before Patty could think of tightening her shitter, half his cockhead was already shoved into her. Her sphincter muscles felt as if they were being ripped to pieces!
"ARGHHHH!" the young teenager shrieked. Her eyes were bugged out while constant screams ripped from her throat. Her face drained white while her body jerked and bounced against the wall. It was the worst feeling she'd had in a long time. Dull pain alternated with sharp jolts, making her mind reel with agony.
"Ohhh, yeah, good and tight. I'll bet I'm the first one to fuck you in the butt, right?" Al groaned, smoothing his fingers down to her pussy.
Patty felt him toying with her pussylips, smoothing his fingers over her frazzled cunt hairs, then sliding them up to her clit. She tried relaxing, tried letting him ease all his cock in without fighting back. The sooner he got off, the sooner she'd be left alone to relax and get some rest.
Al let go of her hips. She felt his hands moving up to her tits. She squirmed, moving her ass back toward the big man. The slippery flesh around his steely cock massaged the sensitive nerves of her ass. Patty tried to jerk away, but to her surprise, found herself moving sensuously back and forth. Oh, how she was enjoying this-in spite of herself, she was enjoying it!
"No, OH GOD, NO!"
Patty was completely torn. She felt her tits scraping against the wall in front of her. Her round, firm asscheeks flexed against his belly, actually looking for more cock to have shoved into her.
"Yeah, yeah, man, you're hungry for some prick up the ass, ain'tcha?"
Al slid his hand back to her cunt. She could feel him working his fingers over her pussylips, greedily rubbing the fleshy lips against one another, then moving up, massaging her clit. The girl cried out in shame and excitement, feeling more juice trickle out of her hole and wet down her ankles.
"Yeah, baby, you're one hell of a slut! You take on dogs, men, anything!" Al gasped, splitting her ass wide open.
Patty screamed higher than before, feeling more and more of his nine-inch cock slip in. Her ass nerves were going wild. She imaged the thick bar of cock in her ass growing until it was the size of a football. The big biker's prick felt like a barber pole impaling her.
"Ohhhh!"
She relaxed again. The steady pressure eased a bit. Patty felt his hairy belly resting on her ass. Surely that was all. He has to be all the way in. The young woman let out a long sigh of relief.
Al started pulling out. The girl thought all her bowels were being dragged out with his bulbous cockhead. She clawed frantically at the wood again, her nails cracking and breaking. The nerves in her asshole protested all the way.
Then it started all over again. Al shoved forward. Patty shoved her ass back against him, arching her back to increase the tingling sensation this was creating. The strange fullness inside her gut was starting to excite her more and more. It wasn't quite like the heat that rose in her cunt when the dog was lapping at her or when someone was drilling her pussy with a fat cock. It had a sensation all its own. There was also the thought that what she was doing was considered perverted by society, and that, along with making it with dogs, added spice to this sex.
"Ahhhhh . . . unnghh, in, in ... "
Al's cock was going deeper, passing where the last stroke had stopped it. Patty sucked in a ragged breath, her moans growing louder and deeper. The head of his cock went up and up, filling her until she felt it was buried in her belly. Surely she was going to be injured by this drilling prick.
"Shit, baby, take it all! Take that fuckin' cock! Can you taste the cum in your mouth yet, slut? Man, when I shoot, you're gonna be spittin' out jizz!" Al growled, pinching her cuntlips, pulling at her pussy hair until several strands clung to his fingertips. The girl beat her knees against the wall with a steady rhythm, the ropes chafing her ankles and wrists again.
"Oh, no, no, you're killing me!"
But in spite of all her protests, Patty warmed quickly to this new sex scene. She wished it was really a bigger cock fucking her, spreading her asscheeks apart, sending more intense vibrations rocketing through her pussy. Ohhh, it was too wild to describe! Al was finger-fucking her, rubbing her cunt up to explosive heat while his cock drilled deeper and harder and faster in her shitter.
"Yeah, yeah, killin' you! Sure, bitch, you dig it! Man, you're so fuckin' hot down there, you're practically burnin' my fingers off," he growled, pinching her cuntlips again and bringing out a deeper moan.
The tempo of the biker's ass-ripping cock grew more frenzied. Patty squeezed her ass tight around him, trying to drag out more sensuous tingles across her over-stimulated nerve endings. The blonde teen didn't care how much it hurt her now. There was no hurt. It was something far more intense than pain, far more mind splitting than sexual pleasure. Patty was letting out strangled grunts with each downward thrust, her body snapping like a tautly drawn rubber band.
"Jesus, fuck, baby, God!"
"I'm . . . coming!"
Patty was going wild, backing into the fucking biker, clawing at the wall like a crazy woman, screaming at the top of her lungs as her cunt walls buckled from the intense heat and excitement. Her tits jiggled back and forth while sweat made her body glisten. Their bodies slapped and slid against one another, the sounds of wet skin against wet skin mixing with their groans and shrieks of wild delight.
"Ahhhhhhhh!" Patty shrieked like an animal. The hot friction in her dry ass was like exploding ether in an open wound. As the ramming length of the strokes grew, she felt the drag of her cunt milk more juice from her hole. Spasm after spasm shot through her. Heat slicked into the sides of her sputtering clit.
"OHHHH, GOD!" Patty screamed. She couldn't believe it! She was having a multiple orgasm, a climax that was tearing her cunt to pieces while that pile-driving cock was pounding her asshole.
Patty panted, her mind going blank. She couldn't believe the intensity of this fuck. She couldn't believe the way her cunt and ass were reacting. But there it was for her to experience, all the vulgar, obscene thrills building in her body. Patty wanted it all to happen at once-the pain in her ass, the sliding of her cuntlips, the piercing, reaming, circling fucking thrusts of the big biker behind her. Her eyes glazed over and rolled up in her head as another series of orgasmic spasms swept over her pussy. no HI Al grunted behind her. His cock pulled almost all the way out again, sucking her guts out. Only the head of his cock stayed in her asshole this time, then revolved rapidly around before shoving back in. Patty screamed, suddenly feeling a torrent of fire burst in her ass. He was coming. The thick, spurting rope of jizz scalded her asshole lining. Patty's cunt snapped shut on his probing fingers, milking those digits as if they were a cock. Her body pounded the wall more savagely. Patty didn't care if she was hurting herself with this climax. The world didn't matter to her. All that was important were those blinding jolts tearing through her. Patty's mind centered on her pierced ass and her milking cunthole. Al's fingers fluttered up and down her slit, making the girl groan and twist in obscene pleasure.
"No!"
Patty cried out again and again, wanting that prick to stay in her ass until she had collapsed with her orgasm. Al stopped pulling his cock out and grunted, moving his hips from side to side. Ohhh, how delicious it was, feeling his cock reaming her ass out like that! She moved her butt in a counter motion, increasing the wild friction.
"Ohhhhhh!"
Patty wept. Her overloaded brain was shattering as another series of orgasmic contractions rippled through her cunt. When Al finally pulled his widely flared cockhead out, the blonde teen ground her teeth, quietly cursing the big biker. Her asshole still contracted as she jerked and twitched, pounding her bound body against the wall.
Slowly those wild sensations faded. The girl sagged in her bonds. She had never felt so empty, so drained before in her life. A bubble of air escaped from her pussy while Al's cum oozed from her stretched asshole. Patty closed her eyes in defeat.
"Yeah, man, when we get through with you, you ain't gonna have one hole we ain't fucked," he muttered, zipping up.
Minutes turned into what seemed like hours, and still the others hadn't returned. The biker had left several times to stagger up to the house for beer. Patty begged him to let her slide down the wall. It was almost impossible for her to get any rest, and the ropes around her wrists were slicing cruelly into her flesh.
Al finally tired of her complaints and did as she asked.
"Thank you, thank you," she murmured, closing her eyes and sighing with relief. She rubbed her injured wrists against her thighs after sitting down on a rough green woolen blanket thrown down for her. Although the biker had untied the ropes binding her ankles to the spikes in the wall, he kept the rope around her wrists, binding her hands together after having released her arms from that grotesque crucifixion position against the wood.
More time passed. Patty moved around, dragging part of the blanket over her body to warm herself. Al was drowsing, his breathing becoming more regular and deep at times. Secretly the girl hoped he'd fall asleep. Even with her hands tied, the teen figured she could get out of here and run for help.
"Man, this is the shits!" he grunted, rolling over and standing up. He glanced at the girl and snickered, then moved out of the shed. Patty sat breathlessly in the shed, leaning forward, waiting for his return.
But no one came back. Maybe he fell asleep, she thought to herself, tucking her legs under her butt and trying to stand up. If only she could get her balance. The girl rocked forward, using her bound hands as best she could while pushing up with her legs. Just at that point, there was rustling outside. Halfway up, the blonde teen sat down with a thud, terrified of what Al would do to her if he suspected she wanted to escape.
"Oh, it's you," she murmured with relief. It was Fellah, prancing through the half-opened doorway with his tongue hanging out and his ears pricked forward. She watched him circle her slowly, his eyes focused on her damp crotch.
Immediately Patty knew what was on his mind and closed her thighs to him.
"Oh, no you don't," she said, jerking one leg out at him. "This isn't like the last time." Patty told herself she wasn't going to fall into that trap again. There was no one around here to make her do those awful things again. That damned dog! Still, Patty couldn't stop thinking what he'd done to her with that terrible tongue.
"Get away," Patty muttered through her clenched teeth. Her hatred for that animal matched her hatred for the men torturing her. "Go!"
But Fellah stayed, sniffing at her arms, then moving behind and dropping his snout. He was smelling her ass! She could feel the short bristly fur surrounding his maw tickling her ass. Jerking forward and feeling her flesh tighten into a mat of goosepimples, Patty shouted at the big animal again, hoping her voice would discourage him.
But the German shepherd was persistent. He nosed around her butt, smelling Al's cum that still leaked from her raped asshole. Patty flushed red, not knowing exactly why. What did she have to explain to the dog?
And yet in spite of herself, the girl felt her pussy warming up again. Oh, what on earth was wrong with her? Wasn't she ever satisfied? Did every new depraved thing that came along have to be tried by her? She shook her head violently from side to side, closing her eyes and trying to fight off that tight itchy feeling gripping her convulsing cunt.
That ass-fucking had been enough to last her for days, she thought. Maybe even for years. And here she was, sitting cross-legged and doing nothing while that animal nosed around!
"Oh, not again, not again!" Patty moaned through her tears. Yes, it was happening again. The effect of that animal sniffing around was electric! There was nothing she could do to stop this oncoming horror. And she didn't want to.
CHAPTER NINE
Patty rocked her hips, buttery sexual heat spreading through her pussy. She closed her eyes and bit her lower lip, thinking of the way Al's fingers worked over her pussylip. She let out a low moan, straightening her back and jutting out her shoulder blades. How delicious it was to think of his obscene sexplay, to think of the things he called her while drilling her asshole with his cock and fingering her pussy!
"Ohhhh!"
And behind her was that dog, nosing, snuffing, growing more excited as she did. Patty's breathing had become more shallow and irregular. She licked her dry lips, tossing her head around and feeling the strangely erotic sensation of her long hair brushing over her tits. "Unghhh . . ."
Patty was dizzy with lust again. She was so close to letting that animal have her again. Could she? Would she? Where was Al? Where were the others? She could imagine the show she was about to put on. They loved to be her audience. Where were they now?
"No, no, that's sick!" Patty moaned out loud, shaking the tears from her cheeks. She was starting to think like them. She had to keep her sanity, fight back with everything she had.
"Ah!"
Fellah was tonguing her, lapping against her sides. Patty shivered, her head shaking violently while she dug her sharp fingernails into the palms of her hands. No, no, I can't go through with it!
But there she was, opening her legs to the animal. She felt the scratchy wool teasing her ass and pussy as she moved her butt slightly back and forth. The dog was growling with excitement. He could smell her flowing juices now.
"Oh, I don't know! I just don't . . . know!"
Patty was fighting with herself. The animal saw her weakness and moved in, sticking his nose under her steamy cunt mound.
The girl cried out, her eyes fluttering open while her thighs spread farther apart. He was whining, wiggling his narrow doggie hips back and forth while his bushy tail dipped between his hindquarters. Patty felt petrified. With her hands tied together, the girl could do nothing to move him away now. She'd made a decision and now was stuck with it.
"OH, MY GOD!"
There was no sense in fighting him off. Throwing away her last shred of pride, the girl slowly opened herself to him completely. She wiggled back, the woolen blanket gathering under her sliding butt. Fellah followed, his forepaws on her thighs now while his snout plowed between her slick, swollen cuntlips.
Looking down, Patty watched the tendons in her thighs bulging out from the tension. Her cunt muscles cramped and buckled around the dog's plunging snout. He watched her dark-red cuntlips pucker against Fellah's nose, trapping it for a second. The dog whined, pushing his forepaws against her thighs and pulling his nose out with a wet pop. His dark-brown eyes rolled up and stared at her. Patty felt a flash of excitement. He was studying her, analyzing her reactions the way a human lover might.
Then he went back to her cunt, going wild as he lapped and gouged her convulsing pussy with his tongue. His claws scraped deliciously and painfully over her legs and inner thighs, whining and growling as he tried to slop up more and more of her juices.
"OHHHHHH, GOD!" Patty cried, throwing her head back. The cords in her neck stood out while her shoulders shook with lust. Her tits jiggled, rolled together, then separated as she swayed and jerked with the dog's incredible cunt-licking. She was falling, falling into that dark, warm pit of sensuality she loved so much. Her flesh glistened with sweat. The small shed suddenly became quite warm and nearly impossible to breathe in as the heavy smells of the dog's excitement and Patty's evaporating cunt juice filled the air. The sounds of the animal's tongue lapping over her slick pussy mixed with Patty's groan of unholy delight. fuck ... fuck .. . FUCK!"
Patty didn't dare think of what she was doing with this animal. Yes, she knew, knew she was encouraging the dog to lap her, maybe to even do more to her. She didn't care at this point. Sexual hunger took over every thought, every motion of the young teenager. She stopped being Patty, the innocent, a long time ago and turned into a wild woman.
She hunched back at the lapping animal. The young girl slid her hands down her belly into her crotch, feeling the wet hairs brush against her injured wrists. Her cunt hairs were wet with doggie spit, wet with her flowing pussy juices. Moving her legs up and down, Patty could hear the slick clicking of her cuntlips moving against the dog's mouth. She let out another shivery moan, writhing her back against the woolen blanket.
"Yes, oh, Christ in heaven, yessssss!"
Patty moved her ass up, giving the dog more of her cunt to eat. He sensed her growing excitement and whimpered excitedly through his black cold nose. The blonde rubbed her legs and thighs against his furry coat, loving the scratchy sensation of that short hair over her sensitive flesh. Yes, she didn't care about Mike, Al and the others. Right now, all that mattered was her hot, itchy cunt and what could be done to satisfy it!
"Love it! Oh, Jesus, I love it!" Patty cried in a tight whisper. Drool oozed from the corner of her mouth. The girl moved her ass back up, let it fall, then moved it back up once more. She twisted to one side, letting the animal's fangs brush first against one pussylip, then the other. The smells of the field outside filled her flared nostrils as she arched her back, giving him her clit again.
"Unnghhh! OHHHHH!"
Patty didn't care about anything anymore. She sucked in air through her nose in whistling pants. Her nostrils and lungs burned as if someone had set them on fire. The animal's licking seemed to be all over her body at the same time. The more she moved, the more pleasure he brought to her. Patty hated herself for thinking this, but if only she could have the sensation of being filled, of having a cock stretching out her pussy, making her feel like like a woman! Then the girl knew she'd feel the ultimate in pleasure. "OHHH!"
He was petting the stretched, pulsing ring of her cuntlips with his tongue now. The German Shepherd was whimpering, growing as excited as she was. Patty could feel his claws scratching her thighs. He was going to tear her flesh off. But the teenager didn't care about anything like that at this point. Her cunt muscles were spasming, convulsing around the animal's probing snout. The girl threw her head from side, dragged the dog's body hard against hers and pumped like a sex maniac as she teetered on the brink of a massive orgasm. The big muscles in her ass cramped. Kicking her feet high and fanning her toes, she felt the dog slowing his rubbing friction, pulling back and looking curiously at her.
"Oh, no, hurry . . . hurry!" she panted.
The dog let out a quick yip, then went back between her slick cuntlips. Patty felt the membranes fill with blood, If a man's cock were in her now, she would be milking it. Closing her eyes, the teen pictured the big gang members circled around her, thought about their cocks, thought about the cruel way they stared at her while they forced her to commit twisted sexual acts. "OHHHH!"
Slut, whore, bitch! She was all three and more! The words burned her brain, making her pant and gasp more frenziedly. There was nothing good in her any longer, nothing her mother and friends could respond to. She was making love to an animal after having actually enjoyed several acts of unspeakable perversion.
"NOW, OH, GOD, NOW!"
Patty jerked on the floor, bucking her ass against the dog's jaws. His teeth cut her. The resulting ticklish sensation brought babbling groans of pleasure from her opened mouth. Every muscle in her body strained while she raked her fingers over his fur. Scissoring her legs tightly around his neck, the girl went wild. Her body tossed and pitched on the ground, her pussy filled with an itching, teasing fire. The flames licked up her thighs and belly. Patty quivered, bucking her body so wildly she thought the dog would jump away.
But Fellah stayed, smacking his tongue against her pussy, licking up the flooding gouts of cunt juice trickling down her thighs. Oh, how slow her climax was! As much as she tried, the girl just couldn't get enough friction to make it the speed she wanted, the intensity she needed! "OHHHHHH, GOD!"
Patty jerked like a speared fish. She even pretended someone had actually driven a spike through her body and twisted it! She finally thrust her fingers into her swampy cunt. The dog whimpered in sympathy, hunching his prick against her thigh while licking her white, shaking knuckles.
When she opened her eyes again, Fellah was still trying to get off against her body. Mustering what strength she could, the girl pushed him away, afraid of the spurts of doggie jizz that would inevitably shoot from his hard, knobby cock. Fellah whimpered, trotted up to her and started moving his cock against one leg again.
"No, I said, no!" she cried, slapping him hard on the nose.
"Hey, what's the matter, chick?"
It was Al again, swaying in the doorway more drunk than before.
"Nothing. The dog was trying to . . . oh, it was trying to ... "
Al squinted down at Fellah, finally noticing his long prick jerking against his belly. He smiled, taking a noisy slurp from his beer can.
"He don't usually do this unless you encourage him. Whatcha do, baby, jerk him off, then stop when you heard me comin'?" he asked, leering at her.
"No!" she cried indignantly, wondering how he knew just how close she'd been to doing that. I was horny, she thought to herself. Even now the animal eyed her with lust. She wondered why she'd suddenly changed her attitude.
"Don't matter. The guys should've been back by now," Al muttered, drawing back and staring into the face of his wristwatch.
Patty watched, wondering if she could make a break for freedom now. He was drunk, half-conscious of what was going on. The animal was so excited sexually he might try to follow her. He probably wouldn't do anything to harm her as long as she kept up the possibility of him having another go at her. Of course, nothing would happen . . .
"Hey, take it easy, bitch," Al said, shaking himself into action as he noticed her tensing and leaning forward, The biker had held enough hostages to know when one was going to make a break for freedom.
"I wasn't doing anything," Patty whimpered, feeling defeat wash over her again. She sank back on her ass. Fellah saw his chance and moved in, shoving his black snout into her swampy cunt. Patty stiffened, drawing one hand back and slapping the German shepherd hard on the back. The animal growled but kept his maw buried in her cunt. Patty slapped and slapped again, drawing back, digging her heels into the soft dirt and crying out.
"Fellah don't act like that unless you been fuckin' with him," Al said, sneering more broadly at the girl. "Why don'tcha let him fuck you, bitch?"
Patty cried out, twisting around, tucking her ass under, trying to keep her pussy away from the dog's probing snout.
"Let him have it, bitch!" Al snarled.
"No, no, you can't make me!" Patty cried out, stretching her hand back and pulling her body away from the animal.
But Fellah was persistent, following her, sniffing at her hot little cunt, making her cry out with fear. She wasn't hot now, wasn't ready to do anything to satisfy her aching, hot little pussy. No, the only thing Patty wanted was to get away from this mad dog and his trainer.
"You gonna do what I want, baby," he said, unzipping his pants and pulling his cock out.
Patty groaned inwardly. Was he going to fuck her again? Was he going to drill his prick into her mouth, making her swallow more of the bleachy-tasting jizz?
Al spread his legs widely apart while holding onto his cock with one hand. He kicked Fellah sharply in the ribs, sending the yelping dog hurtling into one corner of the tiny shed.
Patty looked up, seeing a drop of piss oozing from his piss-slit. In a flash the girl knew what he was going to do. She shrieked, covering her face with one hand just as the first spurt of piss shot from his flaccid cock.
"No, don't!"
But her words ended in a choked gag as the foul, hot yellowish stream splashed over her belly. The piss spilled over her belly, filled her navel, then trickled into her cunt. It slicked her pussy hairs, tickling her pussylips and wetting down her hips. Patty squatted there in shock before moving back, wiping her cunt and thighs as best she could.
"Don't move an inch, or I'll kick the side of your head in," Al threatened.
She saw him raise one booted foot and stopped moving. Shutting her eyes, the girl bit her lips to keep from screaming with frustration and disgust. The thin, hot spray stung her nipples, slicked down the deep valley between her jiggling tits. She felt the rancid piss on her chin. Raising one hand, Patty clasped the palm over her mouth to muffle the gagging. Something very hot and sour was rising in her throat.
"I told you not to move. Don'tcha wanna go around with your head in one piece?"
"Yes," she said, her words sounding like a wail. Slowly her hand came down. Her face was calm except for a slight tremor along her cheeks. Thank God, the stream had finally stopped. Patty relaxed, breathing a sigh of relief. Al looked down and flicked off a droplet. Patty blinked, staring up at the young man.
"Wait a sec," he said, reaching back and picking up his can of beer. She watched with horror as he downed the foul liquor, crushing the can with one hand and flipping it over his shoulder. The dog curled up into one corner, his eyes fixed on the girl, only occasionally moving up to Al.
Already the stink of stale piss rose from between her legs. Patty felt like some pavement sewer! This was something she wasn't prepared for. But then what had she been prepared for this week? No one had told her men like this existed.
After some time had passed, Al walked back to the waiting teenager. Patty trembled, wiping more piss from her cheeks. He was positioned, his legs apart and placed on either side of her belly. Al stared down at her thunderous tits resting on her chest. His balls were centered.
"Okay, baby, open your fuckin' mouth," he said, his eyes narrowing while a thin smile crossed over his mouth.
"Oh, God, no, no!"
Before she could back away, Al had bent slightly, drawing one hand back, then jerking it forward. He slapped her hard, knocking the girl nearly off balance. Patty caught herself, her hair splashing across her face while the sting of his open-handed slap made her cry out. Tears oozed from under her lashes and trickled into her mouth.
"Now shut up and open your mouth!"
There was no choice. Choking down the sobs of rage, Patty closed her eyes and took a series of deep breaths. It's only going to last for a few minutes, she told herself as Al started breathing more irregularly above her. With each breath, her tits rose and slapped together. They were so sore. And, to her surprise, Patty felt her clit starting to twinge! Could it be that she was turning onto this, actually growing excited by this humiliation. In a flash the girl realized that the more these men tortured her, vilified her, the more she enjoyed it.
Just then the piss started again. He directed the main part of the stream along her lips. He smiled broadly, rocking back and forth on his heels as the piss spurted on her tongue, chin, then moved up to her eyes.
"Ughhhh!"
The stink spread. The terrible heat moved around, greasing her down. And as filthy as this act was, Patty felt the juices in her pussy starting to boil over. Oh, first the dog, then piss! She was nothing better than a moral sewage dump. No, she could never go back to her mother and society again. Her fate rested and remained with these men.
CHAPTER TEN
"That's it baby, take it all. If you want, I'll shit real hard on your face and make you eat it up."
He said all those foul things to her, watching the girl become excited as more and more piss covered her body. Patty could feel the dirt turning to a foul kind of stench-filled mud under her sliding ass. The piss didn't seem to quit. Hours seemed to have passed while more and more of that yellow liquid shot out of his cock and bathed her.
Slowly the girl moved closer to his prick. She had her mouth opened wide now. The cords in her throat stood out while a flame shot down her belly into her cunt. Her clit curled like charred paper in a fire with the rising heat of her perverted excitement. She was straining toward another climax. As incredible as it was, she was teetering on the brink of orgasm once again! First the dog, then this terrible kind of sex!
Just as Al went dry, the woman felt her pussy muscles cramp. Whipping her hips, Patty threw her head back. Her hair splashed along her shoulders while her eyes screwed into a tight squint. Her hands cupped her cunt while her thumbs moved rhythmically back and forth, peeling back the piss-slicked pussylips.
"Nice, nice. Nice usin' you as a toilet," he said, snickering foully as he tucked his cock back into his trousers and glanced at his watch again. Al seemed to have sobered up somewhat after having pissed all over her face. It was something Patty didn't want to happen. The drunker he was, the better her chances were of finding some weakness and escaping.
"Please, can I get some sleep?" she begged after sometime had passed.
Al's expression changed from one of disinterest to one of disgust.
"Baby, you keep talkin' like that and you'll bore the fuckin' shit outta me."
He was nervous, nervous for his buddies who were way overdue. Hope leaped into Patty's mind. Maybe the police had picked them up on some charge and were holding them. It was enough to throw the big man into a panic. Maybe he'd take the dog and try to escape. Surely he wouldn't take her along. Already Patty was conjuring images of her stealing from his hide-out, creeping naked along the darkened forest paths toward some cabin. Surely the people there would understand, would phone the police, and she'd be home again, safe from this animals!
"Whew! You stink bad, baby!" Al said, wrinkling up his nose.
Right away Patty thought he was going to turn the hose on her again, making her crawl and hump against a stream of water.
"Hey, Fellah, you dig piss. Come on, lap her clean!" Al said, clapping his hands together and pointing at the defeated young woman.
"Oh, no, not again!"
The dog needed little encouragement. Barking excitedly, he rose and trotted over to the young woman. He sniffed at her, nosed under her armpits, then started licking her arms.
"Get away! No!"
This was the final straw! Al was torturing her, driving her to the brink with all this madness. She scooted back, but the animal pursued as before.
"Go on, baby, flip it over. Take that ass and stick it high in the air for the mutt," Al said. To emphasize his point, the biker raised on foot and placed it against her thigh. He kicked forward, sending Patty spinning around on the ground.
Clots of piss-soaked mud clung to her elbows and legs as she rose on her hands and knees. Her tits hung from her chest, the pulling sensation making the excitement grow between her shivering legs. The girl could feel Fellah's cold black snout pushing against her pussy hairs. He was smelling her again, unsure about the mixed odors of her cunt juice and Al's piss.
Then he started lapping her ass, first one cheek, then the other. Up and down, up and down until Patty found herself moving her ass in a counter movement to his tongue. He was making her hot again, making her breathe through her flared nostrils, making her forget about the man towering over her who had pissed in her face.
"That's it baby, get on it, make him wanna fuck you good and hard!"
"Oh, no, no, I can't!"
Patty flinched. It was odd how getting licked by that dog made her feel so wildly excited. Without saying anything, she was already feeling the animal's cock rubbing back and forth over her cunt walls. She dug her fingernails against her palms, opened her mouth and sucked in a deep breath.
Oh, how that tickle between her shivering legs was excruciating! Now she had her knees spread apart just as far as they could go. She wanted to give the dog all of her pussy to eat out, to fuck.
"Get it on, let him fuck you!"
Oh, God, yes, it would be wonderful to have something, anything working inside her pussy, stretching apart her slick, itchy cunt walls. How wonderful it would be to have that knobby prick rubbing deep inside her cunt. How wonderful to have it fucking in and out of her!
Patty tried to keep the image of what was really happening to her out of her thoughts. It was only the touch, only that wonderful, wet wild touch against her slit that excited her. Of course! How could she possibly accept the fact that an animal was exciting her, turning her on as if he were a human lover?
"OHHHH, NOOOO!"
It was happening. Really happening! She could feel his paws scratching at her asscheeks, digging into her soft, white butt flesh. Patty wiggled her ass, dipping it up and down invitingly for the panting animal. Pussy oil trickled out of her furry hot slit, making her thighs glisten under the bright light. She was grunting like a pig, drool oozing from her mouth. Her hair splashed over her white knuckles. Oh, God, she needed something dredging out her slit!
She had her back bowed down, her ass shoved out to make a sharp angle. What was she doing? The dog was tucking his ass under, jerking it sharply in the instinctive movements of fucking. A wild thrill filled her, making her chest tighten and her throat go dry. She felt the weight of her large tits pulling at her upper chest, the nipples nearly touching the dirt. Her tight ass moved, dipped, and circled frantically around. Something brushed her ass crack. Then something very hot and slick snaked through the tangled thicket of her cunt hairs. Patty groaned, closed her eyes and wiggled her butt back and forth again.
"Uhghhhhh!"
The teenager felt herself disintegrating into a buttery mass of sexuality. Nothing existed for her except the dog.
"FUCK! FUCK!"
She was babbling, throwing her ass around to urge the animal on. She felt her muscles tensing, her pussy walls trembling with wild anticipation. In a bit the girl could feel the red-hot tip of the German shepherd's cock touching the hair fringed cuntlips. Her pussy muscles spasmed, making her cunt snap shut. Patty thought she could hear the sound of air rushing into her overheated hole.
"Unnghhhhh!"
A flash of excitement and fear shot through her. Could she actually go through with this? Could she?
"Come on, baby, take it all the way," Al said encouragingly.
Then it happened. She sucked in a deep breath, tilting her ass a little higher. There was some movement behind her, then the sensation of a furry weight sliding over her bowed back. Fellah was on top of her now! He had mounted her, mounted her like some sort of street bitch! She felt his forepaws circling her waist, holding on tightly while his hindquarters brushed against the backs of her legs.
"OHHHHHH!"
The girl jerked her head from side to side, her eyes opening and registering the confusion and thrill going through her mind and body. Suddenly she felt her pussy being split apart, halved by Fellah's pointed cockhead.
At first the girl felt revulsion. Her belly tightened, then jerked while a series of dry heaves assailed her throat. Patty could taste something sour rising in her throat again. She sucked in another breath and held it, knowing there was no way she could back the dog off. He was going to fuck her no matter what she did. This resignation eased what few guilt feelings she might have had.
"UGHHHHH!"
Patty felt his hot prick slice deeper into her cunt, unsticking her pussylips, peeling them back into a wide smiling grin. It drove deep like some foul spike into her waiting body.
"Feel good, baby? That doggie cock feel good splittin' you open?" Al taunted.
Patty was beyond listening to him. She was snapping her head from side to side, her hair whipping across her face. Her mouth was a tight scar while her eyes glazed over with sexual arousal. Grunts escaped from between her parted lips as she backed into the dog. Her knees left gouged tracks in the soft dirty floor.
"UGHHHH!"
That long knobby prick was reaming out her cunt, splitting her in two. All the knobs on that shaft seemed to find corresponding nerve endings in her cunt, making her pussy convulse. Fellah whined on top of her, shifting his position constantly, trying to get used to the unusal act of fucking a woman. She felt herself surrounded by dogs, maybe even smelling like a dog. The girl wanted to scream. But at the same time she felt excited, wild, doing something she knew damned few women ever thought of in their lives, let alone tried! The depths she'd fallen to didn't matter any longer. Backing into the German shepherd again, groaning as she felt dribbling warm streams of doggie cum ooze from Fellah's cock, the girl could only think of her spasming cunt and what it would take to relieve the pressure building in it.
"FUCK! FUCK!" she cried as if the dog were a human lover.
Al laughed, working his dirty thick fingers over his bulging crotch. The animal hunched up his powerful hindquarters and drew out his long cock, slamming it forward again. Fellah repeated this again and again. There seemed to be no technique to his fucking. All he wanted to do was simply mate with her and dump his spunk into her cunt.
Patty grunted, feeling his big knob banging against her cuntlips. Oh, Lord, was he in that far already? No, no, he couldn't work that fat cock in her. He'd kill her, tear something apart. She crawled forward, breathing with wheezing gasps through her mouth. Her elbows bent out and she finally collapsed. She lay partially flat on the ground, her cheek resting against the dirt. With a final cry, she tensed her cunt muscles, making it impossible for the dog to slip his prick into her. At least for once, she'd won.
CHAPTER ELEVEN
"Come on, you fuckin' cocksucker, strap that mutt on," Al muttered. His eyes sparkled with excitement while a stain grew on his fly. Patty felt her pussy walls buckling from the intense heat while Fellah's cock trenched out her sucking hole. She could feel his furry little balls slapping against the bottoms of her asscheeks while his legs danced nervously behind hers. He was holding her more tightly than before, his forepaws scratching her belly and sides.
Then suddenly the girl heard his growls change in pitch. He was whining, his body shaking mightily.
"He's makin' it, baby! Gonna dump his load in your cunt!" Al grunted.
Patty screwed her eyes up and let out a long sigh. Dog-fucked! She was being dog-fucked! Oh, God, how low she'd sunk! The young teenager curled her fingers into the soft dirt and waited for the inevitable rush of hot animal cum, "NOOOOO!"
The continual warm stream of doggie jizz suddenly turned into long spurts. She could feel the spunk washing against the sides of her pussy. Patty's eyes bugged out while she groaned as if she were in pain. Her body twitched, jerked and swayed as the animal hugged her tightly. A long, low moan came from his powerful throat as he sprayed more and more of his hot cum into her pussy.
Patty tried once or twice to crawl out from under the German shepherd. But Fellah was too strong for her, holding on tightly and even snapping at the back of her neck when she tried to get away. At times he moved his narrow doggie hips up and down, dragging out his cock and letting gouts of his cum spill out and trickle down her thighs. It was then Patty shuddered, feeling the warm jizz against her flesh.
"Oh, please, please ..."
The animal finally finished, releasing his furry grip and sliding off the girl. Even though she felt like collapsing on the floor in sobs, Patty managed to find the strength to crawl away, panting heavily, her tits nearly dragging on the dirt floor. She had to get away from that horrible animal even if it was only a few feet. Glancing nervously over one shoulder, she saw the dog moving around in circles at Al's feet, then curling up and licking at his shrinking cock. Patty shivered with revulsion.
"Good enough for you, bitch?"
The young teen wanted to rip his face off. She would have shot both the biker and his pet if she had a gun nearby. But all she could do was shake with shame, rage and desire. Yes, desire! In spite of all she felt, the young teen couldn't help feeling the sexual heat Fellah had aroused in her. An animal, a goddamned animal had turned her on by fucking, then left her high and dry! That warm trickle of her cunt juice and his cum ran down the inside of her thighs. It made her frustration and rage seem much worse.
At that point, a steady, roaring sound filled the air. It was the rest of the gang. Patty grimly thought of how they all would have enjoyed her latest humiliation if they'd been there.
Al straightened up, peering out of the half-opened doorway. He seemed a little disappointed that Mike and the others had returned. No doubt he had much more in store for Patty.
"She okay?" Mike asked, striding into the room. His black leather boots made the ground shake. Patty had forgotten just how big he was.
"Yeah, she was fuckin' around the place here with Fellah," Al said, gesturing toward the still-licking German shepherd.
Mike's eyes narrowed while his lips curled up into a smile.
"Sorry I missed it. But we gotta get the fuck outta here. The cops are thicker than fleas in town. Some sort of liquor store holdup or somethin'. But I don't want us around while they're out bustin' dudes," Mike said, scratching his chin and looking thoughtfully at Patty. She lay half-sprawled on the ground, her white flesh streaked with sweat and cum. Her long blonde hair hung in front of her face. She knew how unattractive she must appear right now. But even in her present condition, the girl thought she could spot some sparkle of lust in his eyes and was even hopeful the big biker would do something about it.
"Dump 'er?" Al asked, wrinkling up his forehead.
Dump? Patty rubbed her upper arms briskly with her fingers. Were they going to kill her, leaving her body in some farm ditch? Some girls had been found that way recently in Imperial County.
Could this gang be the cause of it?
"Take 'er back. We gotta go through the neighborhood anyways. Besides, she's had her lesson. We come around again and you're gonna be good like a nice little bitch should, right, baby?"
Mike strode over to her, standing with his legs wide apart. Patty licked her lips. She thought she could see a bulge growing between his legs, his cock snaking down one leg and pressing hard against the faded thin material of his Levi's. Oh, how she would have enjoyed having that cock sawing in and out of her cunt! A flash of sexual heat made her body shiver. Mike saw this and smiled. He had trained her well.
"Good, baby, good," he whispered, rubbing his fingers over her cheek. Patty turned her face and kissed them. Oh, God, she'd turned into an animal more obedient than Fellah!
"Come on, baby," Al said.
Patty rose, keeping her eyes focused down on the ground. She felt a growing shame as she left the shed. In there all the rules of society had been suspended. The only thing that mattered was survival and pleasure. But now Patty knew she was going back to her home, her family, her friends. Everything she'd done had to be examined now in the light, and the young woman trembled at the thought of doing it.
"Take the little bitch home. Dump 'er on the lawn, then get back here. We got some movin' to do," Mike said, shoving Patty at Mitch and the others.
It was finally over, Patty thought to herself as she climbed in to the vehicle. Over, she said mentally, hugging a blanket they'd thrown to her from the front seat. Even as they bounced along the rural road, then turned onto the main highway, Patty was expecting them to turn back, to make her go back to the animal and all their beatings.
But the van kept on moving down the highway, onto the freeway, back to civilization. Civilization! Patty covered her mouth to keep from vomiting. The full force of what she'd done was settling on her now. It would be a long, long time before she could look herself in the mirror again.
But time has more healing powers than most people think.
True, Patty remained in her room for nearly a week after having been let off in front of her home. The police had been called by her mother who, returning home and finding the living room in shambles, became hysterical. Jack was one of the officers answering the call and showed more than professional interest in the case. Patty's mother was more than overjoyed when her daughter came stumbling into the house. It was only days later when she dared question her daughter as to what had actually happened. Patty could only moan and turn her head away. Her mother wondered also about the girl's aversion to Pal. Many times the dog trotted up to Patty, trying to put his head in her lap. But the teen would suddenly jump up and shrink away from the animal, threatening to throw knives and plates at him if he made one more approach like that.
In the end her mother decided to let sleeping dogs lie. That her daughter had been brutally raped, she was certain. And the older woman wanted to call every police agency in the state and make them search for the men until they were found. But she also had Patty's welfare in mind. The girl got nearly hysterical when she mentioned calling the authorities. Patty screamed, drawing her nails over her cheeks and threatening to take her own life if the police investigated any further. In the end, her mother gave up, suggesting that perhaps Patty see a psychiatrist to help her get over the trauma.
Several weeks later, Patty found herself alone at home once more. She had made such progress in fighting off the nightmares that her mother had decided to go out to yet another church meeting.
"Now you have the number of the rectory," her mother said, stopping at the door. "And Mrs. Castillo next door said she'd keep a look-out. I'll be back by ten," her mother said, glancing down to check her wrist watch. "All right, Mother."
Patty was less than enthusiastic about being left alone. That was how the biker gang got her the last time. But any reference to them would have inevitably brought more curious questions about what happened up there in the mountains. Gradually Patty was coming to deal with her guilt and shame. She couldn't handle an inquisition right now.
Sighing, the young woman shifted her position on the large sofa, dreamily listening to the evening news. It was only when Pal stood in front of the set that she realized he'd been staring at her.
"Oh, no," she whispered to herself, drawing her knees slowly together. Patty felt her heart stop while her pulse raced terribly. No, no, he couldn't be thinking ... no, it was impossible! Her eyes widened while her breath caught. Could she be thinking the same thing too? A quick check on her cunt told the truth. Yes, yes, she was hot, frustrated at not having had anything to do with sex for weeks! Of course there was all that guilt to deal with. But now, alone with the animal, alone with her warped desires, alone with a lessening sense of guilt, Patty was finding her lust for the dog's tongue overpowering.
"No, I won't!"
She dug her fingernails into her palms and bit her lower lip. But she found her knees sagging apart, the dressing gown thrown loosely over her shoulders slipping open easily, revealing her glistening pussy slit to the hungry animal.
Pal's eyes danced mischievously as he approached the trembling young woman. Patty couldn't make a move. She was frozen between two worlds. All she could do was stare helplessly at the animal and feel her hairy fuck hole growing tense, itchy and hot! Patty thought of the dog's rough slick tongue and shivered. Her nipples were standing up on end, brushing over the silken material of her gown. Her cuntlips, clinging together, puffed up and peeled stickily back as she moved her legs lightly back and forth in a rubbing motion. The girl could feel the bottom of her gown grow wet with her flowing pussy juices. She smelled her sweat and her cunt oil as she sucked in a deep breath and rocked her ass back and forth.
Patty was breathing hard now, rubbing her palms on her naked hips. She could feel the animal's heavy breath blowing through her wiry cunt hairs. And then he was touching her, kissing her with his maw and tongue! Patty closed her eyes and let out a small shivery moan. Her back arched while her shoulders rubbed sensuously over the back of the sofa. She thought of Mike, Mitch, Al, even Jack, the policeman who'd fucked her first. Jack, yes, she'd have to give him a call later and tell him she was all right. Her mother had said he'd been over once or twice to check on her, but Patty had been too ashamed to see him. Ashamed? Why? As the dog licked her pussy up and down, the young teenager slid forward, straddling the animal and feeling any inhibitions and guilt evaporate. No, no shame now. She'd see Jack, surprise him maybe with her newly found sexual freedom. Two weeks of punishment had been enough.
"Oh, yes, yes," she murmured, rubbing her fingers over the dog's furry neck and head. Patty slid her thighs up and down over the dog. Her horniness was growing as she babbled with excitement. Peering down, the girl watched the animal lick her cunt. His tongue rubbed her flooding pussy. At times he petted her clit, then moved down and stuck his tongue like a cock into her hole. It was then the girl cried out, the cords sticking from her neck while her head snapped from side to side. Her legs kicked to the sides and she could have pissed on the carpet from excitement. Fucking, fucking, yes, that was all she wanted from life!
"FUCK!" she cried, bouncing her ass on the groaning dog. No guilt, no shame! And when the dog closed his sharp teeth down on her cunt and shook it gently from side to side, making Patty fall back and shove her pussy up, the young woman swore she'd never feel guilty again.
"FUCK!"
It was a new Patty, free from inhibitions. And as she whimpered for the dog to eat her harder, the woman whipped her legs against the sofa, hugging Pal's body with the insides of her knees. Oh, she couldn't stop moving! It was so good, so hot, so wonderful!
Patty floated away on an explosive cloud of orgasm. Hearing the slick sounds of her pussy against his maw, the young woman blew apart and collapsed. Yes, she didn't care what her mother or others thought now. That was their problem. Mike and his gang, as terrible as they were, had awakened her to new pleasures, pleasures she had to seek out fully for herself now. Patty was going to go home with Jack if he'd see her. And then if she was in the mood, she'd show him she was more than that innocent little bitch he'd fucked. The first part of her life was already fading away. And the next part was going to be something else!
"Yes, yes," she murmured, rubbing her hands over the dog's big head. It was going to be something else!
