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PB-193 The Coed's Wild Ass by Paul Gable


Chapter 1


Lydia Merrick hurried along the uneven dirt path winding through the 
dense grove of elms. A warm breeze made the bright orange and red 
leaves rustle above the young blonde's head as she walked quickly 
toward the covered bridge. A good number of people still were 
wandering through Sturbridge Village even though it was only thirty 
minutes before closing time.

Shading her eyes with her hand, Lydia stopped some twenty feet from the 
bridge and scanned the moving throng of people for her friend Tina. 
She was so absorbed in the problem of finding her friend that Lydia was 
unaware of the lustful glances she was getting from many passing men.

"How'd you like to slip something hot into her?" one tall, fat dark-
haired man said softly to his buddy as the two of them stood in front 
of the Mill Pond.

"Spread them legs apart, peel back them labes and start fuckin'," the 
other man said obscenely.

Lydia jerked with a start having heard the last few words. Only now 
was she aware of the two men standing close by. The young blonde 
dropped her hand and started walking toward the bridge. She couldn't 
deny that her silky flaxen hair tumbling over her slender shoulders, 
her soft blue eyes, her full pouting and sensuous lips and unblemished 
pink complexion were distractions for most males. But what was she to 
do? Splash acid on her face and eat Twinkies until she was stretch 
mark queen? Most men made their advances less crudely. But 
occasionally Lydia found herself contending with a Neanderthal as she 
was this time. The best defense, she had learned, from experience, was 
simply to ignore the comment and pass on by.

"Mmmm, hot pussy," the first man said sucking in his fat lower lip and 
biting down hard in frustration. His small black eyes glittered and 
danced like those of a hungry rat as Lydia brushed past the men and 
stepped onto the wood floor of the large covered bridge. She felt her 
skin crawl when she heard the first man moan. The blonde knew well 
what was on his mind.

I shouldn't have worn this sweater, Lydia thought to herself as she 
moved toward the middle of the darkened bridge. For the first time she 
was conscious of her full figure revealingly displayed by her outfit. 
The blonde's full, high-riding titties jiggled teasingly back and forth 
with every step she took. The hard, dark red nipples poked against the 
soft white cotton material, inviting stares from the curious and the 
lustful. Unconsciously Lydia knew she was displaying her womanhood, 
telling other women to beware of her alluring femininity, while 
advertising to all men her desperate physical needs and availability. 
Consciously, however, the story was something different.

Having recently turned twenty, Lydia Merrick was a junior at Amherst 
College in north central Massachusetts. Serious about her study of 
French medieval art, Lydia had little time for boys--or so she thought. 
She rarely went on dates, and even more rarely did she ever allow a boy 
to score a home run in her pussy. Although a child born in the sexual 
revolution, Lydia had managed her sexual experiences down.

"Hey baby, lemme suck your cunt!"

Lydia felt her face flush hot with shame and indignation. Her slender 
fingers clenched the blonde stopped and wheeled around, her eyes 
flashing with outrage. But the two men had fled after shouting out the 
obscene insult. The few people around her either sniggered or looked 
the other way as Lydia continued standing in middle of the bridge.

"Lydia, Lydia," the blonde heard a voice calling out faintly from the 
other side of the Mill Pond.

"Tina!" Lydia shouted back, sighing with relief and breaking into a 
run. Finally she'd be able to leave and get back to her dorm room. It 
was getting late and she had several hours of studying left to do yet.

"Isn't this fascinating?" Tina asked, lifting her chin and looking 
around at the thick forest of elms and maples surrounding them. 
Already long shadows, stretched across the path, announced the end of 
the day.

"Let's go," Lydia said. The more she thought of those two men and the 
more she considered her opened books sitting on the table in her room 
the more Lydia wanted to leave Sturbridge quickly.

"Just think! All this shows us how people lived back in 1720 or so," 
Tina bubbled out, turning and running behind her friend.

"I've had a good time, Tina, but I want to go back."

Lydia and Tina had decided to visit Sturbridge Village, a recreated New 
England town of the early eighteenth century. It was two days before 
the beginning of the fall semester and their last fling before settling 
down to their studies. Tina didn't notice Lydia's gloomy attitude as 
she strolled behind her friend and peered up at the tall, arching elms 
on either side of the path.

Nestled in the woods were restoration school houses, elegant town 
homes, taverns, copper smiths, general stores, and even a complete New 
England farm stretching out to a winding brook at the far end of the 
compound.

"Oh, let's stop here," Tina said, reaching forward and grabbing hold of 
Lydia's arm. They were in front of the shoemaker's shop. A young man 
in his early twenties squatted on an uneven wooden stool and carved a 
pattern on a sheet of leather.

"Tina ..." Lydia was about to protest. But her dark-haired friend had 
already disappeared into the small shop and was chatting busily with 
the artisan. Lydia sighed, then turned around and found herself 
staring across a neatly manicured square. Across the tiny well-kept 
gardens and paths the blonde spotted a small home next to the church.

Checking behind her once more and seeing Tina was going to be tied up 
with the shoemaker for a while, Lydia brushed her hair back and quickly 
crossed the square to the home. Might as well do something until she's 
through Lydia thought, glancing down at her wristwatch and seeing Tina 
had only twenty more minutes before the compound closed.

"Hello?" Lydia called out as she stepped into the small building. 
Immediately the stale odor that always hung in the air in these 
buildings assaulted her nostrils. No one was in sight as she stepped 
cautiously into the dark interior.

The low ceiling, large wall fireplace in the living room, hard wood 
creaking floors, austere high-backed chairs surrounding a plain oaken 
table suggested this home was once owned by a middle class merchant 
hundreds of years ago. Lydia walked slowly through the living room, 
trailing her fingertips softly across the blue flower wallpaper barely 
visible in the growing darkness. Passing round one corner of the 
fireplace, the blonde reached a narrow winding stairway leading, she 
supposed, to the upstairs bedroom. Suddenly finding herself enjoying 
this excursion, Lydia mounted the stairs, holding on to a creaking 
railing with one hand.

She reached the top and turned to the right, poking her head into what 
she guessed was the master bedroom. A small fireplace seemed carved 
into the wall nearest her with a bed warmer leaning against one side. 
Two Bentwood rockers stood at either end of the room, while in the 
middle a canopied bed occupied most of the space. But what Lydia found 
startling was some shape sprawled across the puffy mattress.

"Oh!" she cried out involuntarily, realizing only now it was a man. 
Her little cry woke the young man from his dozing. Her jerked up, 
rubbed his eyes and stared blankly at the blonde.

"I'm sorry," Lydia giggled nervously. She felt she should turn around 
and leave the house. Yet there was something in her that told her to 
stand still and wait for ... for what she wondered.

"No, I should be apologizing," the young man said, throwing his legs 
over the right side of the bed. He was dressed in the blue knickers 
and high white socks most of the attendants of the official exhibits 
wore. He had taken off his white powdered wig, revealing a full head 
of black curly hair. His drawstring white cotton shirt was fully 
opened to the waist, allowing Lydia to view his muscular hairy chest. 
"I thought nobody else would be coming in. It's almost closing time 
isn't it?"

"Yes," Lydia said, feeling her skin crawl with strange excitement as 
the young man started walking over to her. She glanced down at her 
watch, realized she couldn't see the hands in the dim light, then moved 
forward a little toward a small window to the right for more light.

At the same time the guide walked in the same direction. The result 
was a collision that nearly knocked Lydia to the floor.

"I'm sorry," he said, reaching out quickly and grabbing Lydia tightly 
around the waist to prevent her from falling.

"That's all right," she panted, surprised at the sudden low tone of her 
voice. She was shaking all over, beads of perspiration breaking out on 
her forehead. Her cunny was tingling, puckering and trembling. A 
strange, delightful itch began centering around her stretching clitty 
while her nipples stiffened and poked teasingly against the soft white 
cotton material of her tight sweater. And all this happening because 
someone had just prevented her from crashing to the floor.

Lydia raised her right hand and rubbed her fingers across her forehead. 
She had to get a grip on herself. Tina was probably out in the square 
looking for her. "I'd better go," Lydia found herself whispering like 
a conspirator as she broke gently away from the guide's grip and backed 
toward the stairway. Her breathing became shallow and labored as she 
kept her eyes fastened on his. Lydia thanked God it was dark in the 
room and he couldn't fully see the effect his touch had on her.

"While you're here I can show you around the house," he said, his voice 
catching at the end of the sentence. Lydia felt her heart pounding so 
hard she thought it could rip through her rib cage. She could tell he 
was as excited as she. The air between them grew thick and hot. She 
would never forget the young man's appearance as he stood in front of 
her. He was the most handsome and masculine young man she had ever 
seen. Dressed in eighteenth century costume with a worn brown leather 
belt and jackboots he was severely good-looking.

"I-I have a friend," Lydia stammered. She wanted to stay, to close the 
door behind her and stay with this man. The confused girl couldn't 
avoid the strange thought of giving herself completely to him--a 
strange thought considering the number of men and boys she had fought 
off in the back seats of many cars.

"She can wait," he said, stretching his powerful arm over her left 
shoulder and shutting the door softly. Lydia felt her throat constrict 
and her mouth grow dry as cotton. She could still turn around and 
leave. Nothing had happened yet. He had barely touched her. There 
would be no hurt feelings on either side. Yet one look at his 
incredibly handsome face told her leaving now was impossible.

"Come here," he said in a thick voice, sliding his hand down her 
shoulder to her elbow. That strange, throbbing tingle came again as 
his calloused hands scraped over her flesh. It was insistent, that 
feeling. It began along the insides of her thighs like a tiny electric 
shock, building until her cunt-lips, asscheeks and belly felt heavy and 
flushed. She moved past the window as if in a trance, her legs seeming 
to belong to someone else.

Her cunt felt hot and very wet. As her hips moved from walking the 
velvet inner pussy surfaces rubbed together and hot juice seeped out to 
dampen the crotch panel of her panties. This was the worst she had 
been ever. She was suffering from an attack of horniness, something 
she had never experienced before.

"But what if someone ..." Lydia said, snapping partly out of her red 
sensual fog and wondering about a stray tourist wandering into the 
bedroom as she did.

"I locked the door. Besides it's late. And by the way, my name's Tom 
McLaughlin," he said, smiling broadly and revealing two rows of strong 
white teeth that flashed brilliantly even in the dark.

"Lydia Merrick," the blonde panted, feeling strange new, highly 
pleasurable sensations rippling across her tightening cunny. She felt 
his hand slide down from her elbow to her waist, turning her toward 
him. Tom leaned forward as she tilted her face, opened her lips 
slightly and received his kiss. "Ummmmmm," she murmured through the 
kiss as she curved her body against his chest and belly. Her pussy 
grew hotter as she felt Tom rub his groin back and forth across her 
crotch.

What he was doing was obscene, filthy. She would have never let anyone 
do that to her before. Lydia tried to protest, but found Tom's tongue 
spearing between her lips, pushing down into her throat, fighting with 
her own oral organ. Slowly the young girl gave in to the guide's 
insistence, drawing her hands up to his back and pulling him tightly 
against her.

She felt her nipples crushing against her sweater as his hands roamed 
freely around her waist, down to her fleshy rounded ass-mounds and 
pressing in as that bulging crotch rubbed back and forth. That groin 
pressure against the slick material of her slacks was making her outer 
labes rub back and forth against one another. They teased her clitty 
into full erection.

"Lydia," Tom whispered nestling his mouth in the soft hollows of her 
neck. The blonde tilted back her head, her mouth open and letting out 
tight, drowning gasps of passion as the guide kissed her throat. At 
the same time Tom curled his fingers around the bottom of her tight-
fitting sweater, pulling it out from inside her slacks and scraping the 
soft material along her hot belly flesh. Lydia pulled away for an 
instant, raising her arms high above her head and letting Tom pull the 
garment over her head and toss it to the floor. As the soft cotton 
tickled its way over her sensitive nipples and titty flesh Lydia gasped 
out with delight. As the sweater was pulled over her jugs, they were 
lifted by the steady tug until she moaned with pleasure.

"That's better," the guide said. Lydia silently agreed, feeling the 
heavy weight of her full tits flow down her body. "Jesus!" Tom said, 
peering through the darkness at the panting blonde's hanging boobs. He 
pushed his fingers deep into their soft, silky flesh. "Beautiful tits, 
nipples as hard as my cock," he said, catching the ends between his 
thumb and right forefinger and starting to squeeze.

"Ohhhh," Lydia moaned, throwing her head further back and arching her 
body against Tom's grinding thighs. Her titties lifted up high, 
settling into his hands, begging to be rubbed and felt. Never before 
had she so lewdly given herself to anyone.

All she could think of now was the pulsing itch throbbing through her 
cunny, intensified by Tom's manipulations of her boobs. Even his 
increasingly crude language excited her. As Tom increased the pressure 
on her nipples, squeezing them almost cruelly, Lydia swayed drunkenly 
back and forth. She could feel the hard pulsating ends being crushed 
like nuts until the soft flow of pain started to vibrate through her 
flesh. Lydia sank lower onto his body as she felt his hands caressing 
her naked back. Her cheek came to rest on the hairy, hard muscles of 
his belly.

"Let's get to the bed," Tom said, pulling her toward the large canopied 
bed behind them. He let her go, reaching down and pulling his shirt 
over his head, fully revealing his broad, masculine chest. A thick 
coat of animal-like fur covered his rippling chest, tapering down to a 
thin line of hair that covered his sunken navel and continued past the 
beltline of his knickers to his crotch.

Tom sat down on the far edge of the bed, crossing his legs and quickly 
slipping off his shoes and high white socks. Standing up, he started 
to open his trousers, then broke into a thin smile. "You take 'em 
off."

Lydia gasped at this suggestion. To undress a man, and in this place! 
Yet that command given to her in here, excited her to no end. Driven 
by some dark strange force rearing its head for the first time in her 
mind, Lydia reached out and obediently worked on his belt buckle. 
Lydia pulled his trousers down over his hairy ass. She worked quickly, 
pulling the knickers all the way down past his jutting hipbones until 
she saw a large, thick long sausage-shaped object spring free and brush 
her hand. Her fingers ran over the thick curly mat of hair covering 
his legs until they found their way to his hot balls.

Lydia was no complete stranger to sex and had one or two enjoyable 
times when in bed with a few men. But now she felt completely 
uninhibited, released from all social ties and taboos. And here in 
God-fearing New England of all places!

"Now for you," Tom said, raising Lydia completely up. The blonde 
gasped as she felt Tom's fingers reach down and unzip her slacks. As 
the pants fell and revealed her pink silken panties, the blonde sucked 
in a ragged breath and waited for what she was sure was to be the 
experience of her life.



Chapter 2


Tom was touching her ass, gently kneading each plump cheek. Even 
through the covering of the silken panty material the touch of his 
hands felt incredibly good. Lydia rocked her hips, feeling his cock 
ram into the softness of her belly. Her slacks were still wrapped 
around her ankles, keeping her knees and thighs together in a tight 
bind. The guide moved one of his hands slowly around her hip and 
dragged his fingers down her flat belly until he curled them around her 
panty-covered cunny mound. Lydia cried out in a choked whisper, 
standing on her tiptoes as Tom rubbed the wet material up between her 
swollen cunt-lips. Lydia rocked forward, then back, then forward 
again, bucking her hips so he would rub against her clitty shaft.

Oh God, that pulsing itch was growing into a throbbing ache. She felt 
every nerve-ending in her body stand on end and sing with excitement as 
Tom grew hotter and bolder in his caresses.

"Unnnngh!" she gasped. He pushed her backward in the darkened bedroom 
until she fell against the edge of the bed. Lydia sat down slowly 
watching Tom like a hawk as he squatted down and removed her slacks 
from her ankles. She riveted her eyes on that long, horse-like prong 
sticking out like a spear from his flat, muscular belly while his 
hanging nuts tightened up against the fat dickroot with sexual tension. 
Finished with stripping the willing blonde, Tom moved up on the bed. 
He was all over her in an instant, pushing her shoulders down, licking 
her large stiff nipples with his broad tongue. He was a little awkward 
and hurried in his love-making at first. But that just seemed to add 
to the excitement raking her mind.

"Lydia," he moaned. His hipbones bumped hers. He was plowing the 
shaft of his cock up against her belly. She could feel the brush of 
his balls and the different way the dome of his cock was shaped as it 
slid into the tight groove between her legs and thigh. Pushing her 
hands between their grinding bodies, Lydia reached down until she was 
where she guessed his cock was. She wanted to touch it, to hold and 
caress it between her fingers. Lydia curled her fingers around his 
prong, listening to Tom moan and feeling his body jerk from her gentle 
touch.

His dick was as hard as steel, and yet the skin moved easily over that 
hardness. The meaty head flared out and was spongy to her pressure. 
When she pushed her thumbnail gently into it Tom grunted and squirmed 
his hips. Then there was the hot, greasy sensation of pre-cum 
dribbling out from the piss-slit and coating her fingers. How she 
wanted that cock in her.

But she hadn't taken her pill this morning. She hadn't thought much 
about that sort of thing, having been sexually inactive for almost a 
year now. Oh God, what if she became pregnant? Abortion? Child 
birth? No, she couldn't let him fuck her no matter how badly she 
wanted to feel that cock forcing her outer labes back, crushing her 
clit-shaft, tunneling into her pussy.

But in spite of her silent resolve Lydia found herself fondling Tom's 
fat balls, feeling the shape of them through the leathery skin of his 
scrotum. She gently squeezed them, rolling them against one another. 
Tom's breathing grew shallow as he began kissing her neck, sliding his 
tongue down her shoulders, and still hunching his cockshaft up and down 
in her hip-groove. He started kissing her big titties again, laving 
them with coats of hot spittle. Lydia squeezed her asscheeks together, 
rocking her hips back and forth to create a subtle friction in her 
pussy against her clitty. Oh, how good Tom's lips, tongue and teeth 
felt against her throbbing nipples. Her body shuddered with 
excitement. Her boobs jiggled and rolled against one another. Lydia's 
breathing became more and more labored, her head rolling back and forth 
over the pillow under her as she raked her fingernails over Tom's 
humping back. Her mind was whirling around. Should she let him get 
under the material of her panties. She could feel his fingers sliding 
under the elastic leg band of her briefs. If she let him get too far, 
she'd be caught up in the act, swallowing his dick up her twat and 
risking the chance of pregnancy. No, she couldn't.

"Don't!" Lydia cried as Tom's fingers clutched at the underside of her 
cuntal mound. He divided the bare crack and pushed deep. Lydia 
dragged in a choked breath, digging her chin into Tom's shoulder. He 
was pressing her down, forcing her deeper and deeper into that soft 
bed. She could hear the rope springs groaning under their combined 
weight as they rolled slowly in their increasingly frenzied fucking 
dance. She knew he wanted to get her panties off and then slide that 
meaty, rounded cockdome past her peeled back outer labes and into her 
pussy.

"Baby, baby," Tom whispered in her ear, flicking the tip of his tongue 
in and out of the hearing channel while he smoothed his hands down her 
body. His cock had slipped lower now until it was nearly under her 
cuntal mound. Lydia had soaked her panty crotch with hot juice. As 
Tom pumped his cock against the cloth-covered crack, she could tell 
where the dome of his dickhead was. It was shoving the silky material 
up between her cunt-lips. That new sensation was amazingly delicious. 
Lydia closed her eyes, sucked her top lip under her teeth and rolled 
her ass up to increase the friction of her wet cunt-lips against Tom's 
cock. Her puffy membranes were soaking Tom with slickness too.

She could guess the young guide was as excited as she. Droplets of 
perspiration splashed from his forehead down her face and upper chest. 
Even in the increasing darkness Lydia could see Tom's eyes dance 
mischievously and excitedly in his handsome head while the veins stuck 
out in his powerful neck. There was a desperate kind of urgency in his 
movements against her body. The way he had settled quickly between her 
thighs, forcing them open with his knees, then pinning down her 
slender, sleek legs that suggested to the blonde he hadn't had sex in 
some time.

"Oh Goddd!" Lydia shuddered. The pulsing itch between her thighs was 
especially intense and good when the dickhead barely grazed her 
stiffened clit. It all felt so hot, wet and tight between her legs. 
Involuntarily she pulled her knees up slightly, gasping as she felt her 
fat outer labes unstick and open up under her wet panties. The velvety 
rub of Tom's thick cockhead was driving her crazy. She dug her 
fingernails deeper into his back, scraping the tough skin until she 
heard him cry out for her to stop it.

"S-sorry," she stammered, rocking her hips and slipping her hand down 
again until she touched guide's thickly veined cock-shaft and balls. 
She found the steamy drenched place where cunt-lips had been mashed to 
the side. "Oh, no!" she cried. Her panty crotch had been twisted 
aside, stretched into the groove between her thigh and one cunt-lip. 
Tom's dickhead was touching her pussy, his slick tip gliding up and 
down groove of her cunt.

Lydia shuddered as she thought of her resolve. Should she take a 
chance and let him fuck her in the pussy? Frantically the young blonde 
tried to pull the narrow band of silk back over her naked twat, but the 
soaked material slipped from her grip. Tom's cock gouged at her. He 
twisted her small body up against him, trapping her wrist between their 
sweaty bellies.

"Lydia," he said, keeping her from making any moves. His mouth was wet 
and hungry at her throat. Wet, hot and cold flashes of excitement 
rippled through her cunny and belly. Lydia felt herself burning up 
inside as Tom caught her head with both hands and smothered her 
protests with a long, tongue-filled wet kiss. She cried into his 
mouth, her nostrils flaring like a mare in rut while the young guide 
fucked his hips against the resisting twat.

"Stop! Don't!" the blonde protested, tearing her mouth from his and 
twisting her head to one side. She felt the soft cotton material of 
the pillow nearly smothering her and she tried to push him away. But 
her strength had been sapped away from her by her increasing sexuality. 
He had her pinned to the bed helpless. A sob choked her. She should 
scream. But that steady sleek friction against her cunt-lips was 
consuming all her energy. She was terribly close to orgasm, something 
that against her will, had swept dangerously close to her.

"Lydia," Tom repeated. Whenever he tried to push against the soft 
mouth of her cunt, Lydia tilted her mound, making his dick slide up 
along her cuntal slit again. It slid over the pulsing clitty shaft 
sticking out from the top of her puffy, wet labes like a tiny finger. 
The room spun around her, growing blurry as her eyes glazed over and 
rolled back in her head. Tom bucked his hips forward with a raspy moan 
coming from his dry throat. She could tell he was close to cumming. 
He was crushing her, brutalizing her with his fingers, clutching at her 
sweaty flesh with anxious fingers. Their bellies and legs slid easily 
over one another on a thick layer of mutual sweat. Lydia tilted her 
hips again and the swollen lobes at the underside his cockhead slid 
against her clit.

Oh God, she could feel the throbbing dickhead pulse against her clitty. 
Tom let it lay there for a second, the two sex organs throbbing and 
pulsing against one another, each dangerously close to sparking off 
into a mind-blasting cum.

"Don't fuck me. Please." Lydia gasped out. If he wanted to he could 
force himself into her and she could do little about it.

"All right, baby," he said after several seconds of thought. Before 
she had a chance to thank him she felt his hands slide down her sides 
until the fingers met under her back. He rolled her over quickly, 
forcing her legs further apart with his knees while his fingers curled 
along the backside of her elastic waistband. "I'm going to get into 
something. Damned if I'm going to waste myself on your belly!"

"No, don't! I've never done it that way before," Lydia cried, real 
fear growing in her now as she felt her panties peel down over her 
rounded ass-globes, scrape over her legs, then finally stop around 
knees. She felt Tom raise his body up. He was poised over her like a 
triumphant lion over his downed deer. She tried to get up but was 
pushed down by the guide.

Sobbing helplessly the blonde pushed her hands into the pillow and 
buried her face in the soft, downy material. In a second he was 
pushing the mauve-colored crown of his swollen cock against her small 
bunghole. "Please, you'll hurt me!" Lydia cried, squirming with 
discomfort as Tom held her down securely. She felt his strong fingers 
tighten on her hips, pulling her up toward him. Another choked sob 
escaped her parted lips as Lydia felt Tom reach under her and force her 
into a semi-crouched bitch-dog fucking position. Her titties hung 
down, pulling at her chest. Lydia felt her face flush with pain and 
shame as Tom pushed forward and down harder. A dull aching gave way to 
sharp pain as her sphincter reluctantly gave way to the guide's 
insistence. The pain radiated from her violated asshole up her belly 
to her chest. She suddenly had the urge to piss as the crown of Tom's 
cock disappeared into her bowls.

Crying out again, the blonde shook her head violently and clawed at the 
pillow until she realized she had torn the material with her 
fingernails. Her toes curled as an odd tingling sensation rippled over 
her flesh. Then when Tom plunged the first three inches of his ten 
inch prong into her ass Lydia shrieked, not caring who heard her. 
There was a second of agonizing, searing pain. Then her sphincter 
locked securely over the fat knob. A steady pulsing hurt radiated more 
strongly from her stretched shitter.

"Please, please," Lydia moaned into the pillow. She shook all over as 
if in a fever. Desperately her body tensed to resist the hot prong. 
Her ass jerked back and up involuntarily, screwing the jizz-packed cock 
in tightly. She felt her bowels full of that hot worm as Tom pushed 
another two inches into her ass. Scalding tears welled up in her eyes 
as she sucked in a lung full of air.

"You're tearing me apart," Lydia said in a choked voice.

"It's almost all the way in," Tom said huskily, ignoring her cries and 
pleas. "Now feel this." With a final lunge he plunged his swollen 
prong in up to his balls. Lydia stiffened breathlessly for a moment, a 
white fog of agony bleaching her mind of all thought and sensation. 
Her knees dug deep into the mattress and slipped on the sweat-stained 
spread. Helplessly she tried to fall away.

Then suddenly Tom slid his thick dong back to the tip of his cockhead. 
Lydia lunged forward, letting out her breath in a loud rush as she felt 
a sudden hot flash rip across her asshole. Strangely that flash 
tingled up to her clitty, reviving its former sexuality.

"Oh God! Oh God!" she gasped as she felt her belly being filled and 
emptied over and over again while Tom increased the speed of his 
fucking. She was sick and breathless from the relentless pain in her 
bowels. To her shame and surprise Lydia also realized that the desire 
to piss earlier had become a reality. She was urinating freely down 
her legs from the excitement.

And yet Tom continued ramming her ass, plowing her rectal furrow with 
his cunt-splitter faster and faster.

"Uh, uh, uh," she grunted through parted lips as she felt Tom's hot 
pipe shove relentlessly into her body. She could hear the loud 
slapping of his fat balls against her bare ass. "God! God! God!" she 
cried.

Yet in spite of the pain and agony and shame, the heat from the fucking 
dick started to spread throughout her body. It radiated to her cunny, 
making it itch and tighten up as it had before. As if he realized what 
was happening, Tom slid his hand around her hip until the palm pressed 
down on the bottom junction of her snatch-lips. Lydia moaned, rolling 
her head from side to side as she felt him unstick her fattening labes 
with his fingers, then slide them up until they bumped against her 
unsheathed clitty. He was stroking that tiny sex organ with his 
forefinger, pushing it down, brushing it to one side, rubbing it 
against her furry cunt-lip until the primitive lust that had threatened 
to take her over completely had returned.

The pain in her ass blended into a strange pleasure. Lydia started 
squirming, rocking and waving her full asscheeks back and forth as Tom 
drove his steely dick home over and over again. He was sliding his 
hips from side to side, driving his cock from the left, then from the 
right, then up, then down, reaming out her shithole while his balls 
tightened and screwed up hard against his cockroot. He pushed his 
thumbnail into the head of her clit-shaft, making the young woman 
shriek with unspeakable ecstasy.

Pain blended with pleasure here. A long thin string of drool leaked 
from the right corner of her mouth as the blonde bucked against Tom's 
loving, stroking, caressing hand. Her knees stretched further apart. 
The warm piss against her legs cooled, providing a strange contrast to 
the furnace-like heat in her shitter and cunny. Lydia's body began to 
jerk wildly like a berserk puppet. She felt her cunt cumming. And 
then there was the steaming hot flood of jizz suddenly filling her 
rudely stretched asshole. She felt scaled and burned by that tide of 
cum. Frantically she urged her ass up and down the shooting pole, 
forcing more jizz into her.

As Tom finished dumping his spunk into her shitter and collapsed onto 
her back, forcing her on the bed once more, Lydia felt a slow, powerful 
rolling orgasm sweep over her pussy. She clenched her thighs hard 
together, rubbing the velvety membranes back and forth against the 
guide's still-stroking finger as another and then another wave of 
orgasm swept over her aching pussy.

Again and again the orgasmic shocks tore at her, forcing the blonde to 
gasp, cry out and shriek with an ecstasy she had never before 
experienced. The bed groaned as the two of them finished their mutual 
orgasm. The strength she had barely felt before had completely left 
her. Lydia lay motionless in bed, twisting her head further to one 
side for air as the final pulsing throbs of her climax died away, 
leaving only a delicious, all enveloping glow covering her flesh.

Tom buried his face in the folds of her hair, planting occasional 
kisses against her ear while he rubbed his hairy groin against her 
round asscheeks.

"Oh baby, for the first time you were great," he finally whispered.

"Please," Lydia said, wanting him to stop talking. Anything spoken 
would destroy the beautiful sexual glow she was feeling now.



Chapter 3


"What time is it?" Lydia asked sleepily, rolling over on her side and 
staring into Tom's eyes. He had been running his fingers lightly over 
her shoulder, tracing the curving outlines of her upper torso while 
fingering her cunny with his other hand. "Looks like around six," Tom 
said, reaching over her head and twisting her wrist around to glance at 
her watch. The information made the young blonde jerk.

"My God! Tina's out there and I've got the car!"

"Hey, where're you going?" Tom asked as Lydia pulled away from his grip 
and rolled off the bed. The wood floor felt cold against the soles of 
her feet as she shuffled silently in the darkness and groped for her 
clothes. The young guide sat up in bed and scratched his head, 
wondering what was going on.

"My friend's out there, Tom. I've got to be going," Lydia said, 
leaning against the edge of the bed as she found her panties and lifted 
one foot to slip them on. Her titties swayed back and forth as she 
fished for her sweater, found it, and slid it over her head. Shaking 
her long mane of blonde hair free of the high collar, the young woman 
started pulling on her slacks.

"So, you gonna come back?" the guide asked after Lydia slipped her 
slacks over her thighs and zipped up.

"Oh Tom, I don't know. I've never done these kind of things before. 
You make me feel ... different," Lydia said uneasily, backing away from 
the bed toward the doorway. She felt she needed more time to think. 
The blonde felt strange new sensations rising in her mind and body and 
needed more time to sort them out.

"Just be careful out there. We don't really have a security force. 
We're so far out of town the owners think we don't need one. The local 
cops come by occasionally but that's it," Tom warned, pushing back the 
covers and swinging his legs over the edge of the bed to start getting 
dressed himself.

"Don't worry," Lydia reassured him, turning to go.

"Hey wait. Just in case you change your mind," Tom said, groping in 
the darkness for his shirt. Finding it, he reached inside and grabbed 
a ball-point pen. "Here's my phone number," he said, scribbling as 
best he could in the dark on a small piece of paper and handing it to 
Lydia.

"I--thank you," she stammered, touched at his directness and concern.

"That's all? Just thanks?" Tom asked, dropping the pen and moving 
forward quickly. Lydia gasped as she felt his strong arms around her 
waist once more. Through her slacks she could feel his cock begin to 
stir, rise up and push against her crotch. His hard, masculine 
nakedness rubbing against her body made the young student forget her 
friend for a second.

"No, I can't. Not now," Lydia said, pushing herself free, turning and 
carefully walking down the stairs.

"Don't forget. You've got my number," Tom called from the top of the 
stairs. Lydia didn't answer, threading her way carefully through the 
kitchen, living room, then out the front door into the dimming 
twilight. The town square was deserted. The few lights illuminating 
the broad area were just beginning to come on. There was a deserted 
feeling hovering in the air as Lydia stepped from the front stoop of 
the small house, walked past the garden and opened the yard gate.

"Tina?" she called out, stopping and turning her head from side to 
side. There was no answer. "Tina?" she called louder, cupping her 
hands around her mouth and shouting as loudly as she could. Still she 
could hear no answer. Damn! Lydia said to herself, wondering if the 
girl had given up on her friend and decided to take a bus back to the 
university dorm. But what if she were wandering around the compound 
looking for her? "Damn damn damn!" Lydia said again, slapping her hand 
angrily against her thigh as she took off in the direction of the farm 
at the end of the path. Tina had told her how much she loved the 
animals there--especially since she'd always lived in New York City and 
never even had a cat as a pet. Lydia guessed her friend might return 
there to watch the dogs, horses, and God-only-knows-what-else until she 
came to fetch her.

"Tina!" Lydia cried out again, quickening her pace as she realized the 
sun had almost completely set. Already the whirring sounds of 
thousands of crickets filled the air. The thick, humid, musky odor of 
the damp earth and dewy grass was drifting through the cooling 
atmosphere while shadows in the forest grew darker.

Lydia felt her skin crawl with a kind of primitive terror as she moved 
along the narrow dirt path, past the Quaker Meeting House and 
Presbyterian Church, the copper shop and leather shop and an area 
surrounded only by thick woods. At the end of this section was the 
covered bridge where Lydia had encountered the two lewd men earlier.

"God," she shuddered out loud, raising her hands and rubbing her upper 
arms as the dark mouth of the old bridge yawned before her. Her head 
moved from side to side as she stepped into the dark structure, the 
sounds of her heels clattering in the covered bridge. Sounds as if 
someone were following her made Lydia break into a quick run through to 
the other side.

"Tina!" she cried angrily, hating herself for acting so strangely. 
Just beyond the next hill could see the top of the farmhouse rising 
above a small clump of tall bushes. In a few minutes the young blonde 
had reached the top of the hill and found herself peering down on the 
farm below. It had been recreated by the founders of this compound. 
The main path came out from the thick woods below and wound around in a 
broad arc to the front of the one story brown wood farmhouse. Attached 
to the home was a large garden filled with cabbages, some corn, beets, 
carrots, onions and lettuce that sloped steeply up the hill almost to 
where Lydia stood now. The path she was on lead past two three-walled 
enclosures filled with hay and smelling as if they were stalls for 
horses or cows.

Above her and to the right a sloping pasture contained several of those 
animals who grazed lazily, occasionally raising their heads and staring 
curiously at her. Completing the farm was a two-acre cornfield that 
began across the main path opposite the house and sloped down to a 
small brook.

Lydia took this all in, looking carefully over everything for some sign 
of her friend. She called the girl's name out several times but 
received no answer. As Lydia picked her way along the path toward the 
garden she wished she had asked Tom to come with her. She began to 
feel uneasy walking alone in the fast-growing darkness looking for 
someone in this deserted area.

"Oh!" she cried out, her right foot sliding across a half-buried rock 
in the path. A sharp pain cut across her ankle. The blonde staggered 
forward, falling to her knees as she struggled for breath. "Damn! 
I've twisted it," she muttered, reaching back and rubbing the sore 
area. Silently she vowed to pinch Tina when she found her as she 
struggled back up and limped along the path toward large, weather-
beaten barn standing at the end of this auxiliary path.

Lydia was about to walk past the structure and move down through the 
garden to the main house when she heard a strange sound come from 
inside. There was something or someone inside, thrashing in the hay 
and moaning. Lydia stopped and pricked up her ears, moving toward the 
door as best she could with the hurt ankle.

Ohhhh, she heard. For some unknown reason Lydia felt her hair stand on 
end as she reached out and pushed open the large wooden door. The 
pungent odors usually hanging around in a barn assailed her nostrils as 
she stepped into the dark structure and peered through the thick air. 
At first she saw nothing and began to wonder if the sounds were only 
the product of her overworked imagination.

Then they came again, this time louder than before. Lydia stepped 
further in, shuffling through the loose hay laying over the compact 
dirt floor. Several stalls lined both sides of the barn while a small 
loft opened up overhead. Chains and pulleys dangled from other chains, 
supposedly used to haul up hay and other farm products during the 
harvest time. It was where one pulley hung at the far end of the barn 
where the sounds were the loudest. Lydia picked her way carefully 
forward, squinting her eyes and seeing something laying bound up in the 
corner of one stall.

For some reason she called out her friend's name.

"Tina?"

"Oh God, Lydia."

"My ..." Lydia started to say, then felt horror creep over her like a 
disease as she leaned forward and strained her eyes. It was Tina, but 
how changed! Her face was flushed and swollen and both her eyes had 
been blackened. Her long brown hair had been cut ragged and short, 
while red marks and welts spotted and slashed across her nude body. 
Thick rough hemp was tied crudely around her wrists and ankles while a 
gag that had slipped off by now hung loosely around her scarred throat.

"What they did to me. Oh God, what they did!" Tina moaned as Lydia 
shook off her shock and dropped to her knees. Still feeling the pain 
in her ankle the young blonde quickly untied her friend, rubbing the 
girl's wrists and ankles briskly as she looked around for something to 
cover her up with. Now she really wished Tom were with her. "We'll 
get you out of here fast," Lydia said, getting up carefully and walking 
to the middle of the barn. "There's got to be something to throw over 
you."

"Lydia. Lydia, they're still here. You've got to get out of here," 
Tina said weakly from the stall.

"Who's here?" the blonde asked, turning toward her friend. Before the 
young brunette could answer, Lydia felt the breeze that had been 
blowing in steadily from behind stop. Her flesh crawled as she heard 
footsteps shuffle quickly into the barn. "Us," someone said. Lydia 
heard Tina cry out as she turned around and saw three men moving into 
the barn. In an instant the blonde recognized all of them. The first 
two were the ones who had stood by the covered bridge earlier that 
afternoon and insulted her. The third was the shoemaker Tina had been 
talking to when Lydia had left her to examine the small house at the 
other end of the square.

"What ...? Who are you?" Lydia asked angrily, feeling terror slip over 
her like a coverlet. If only she could keep up this bravado she might 
outbluff them and escape. Already the feeling of the need for escape 
crept over her.

"Come on, hot tits. You know who we are," the heavy-set dark-haired 
man said, as he stepped forward. Lydia automatically stepped back, 
protectively covering her boobs. Behind her she could hear Tina 
whimpering. "I'm Rick, my friend Doug," he nodded to the tall, 
muscular man standing next to him and glowering at her; "and Jack the 
shoemaker." He grinned sickly at Lydia, then lunged forward, striking 
at her like a cobra. Lydia cried out, feeling his hand grip her wrist 
and twist it painfully. She staggered back then fell to her knees, her 
face becoming red and pinched with agony. The shooting pain in her 
ankle; the pain her wrist; she thought she was going to faint. "Ain't 
so stuck up now, is she?" Doug said, putting his big hands on his 
thighs and sneering down at her. Rick had let go of her wrist and now 
stood spread-legged in front of her.

"Let's she if the high princess sucks a good cock," Rick said suddenly, 
his face brightening as he reached down and pulled down the tab of his 
zipper.

"No, no," Lydia cried. She'd never done anything like that--even with 
Tom that thought had never crossed her mind. That was sick, perverted.

"Come on baby," Rick said, fishing inside his trousers with one hand 
while he reached forward and twisted his fingers in her long blonde 
hair with the other. Lydia's eyes widened as she watched him pull out 
a six-inch whanger, stroke it several times, peel back the loose 
foreskin and reveal a shiny slick meaty cockhead. It pulsed inches 
from her quivering, sweating face. Her heart raced, thudding wildly 
against her rib cage as the man laughed at her terror.

"Take it shit-babe," Rick snorted, pulling up on the young student's 
hair until Lydia shrieked out for him to stop and that she would do 
anything. "Then suck it," he snarled. Fighting back her desire to cry 
or retch Lydia formed her lips in a large circle and pushed her face 
forward. Quickly she put the hard cock into her mouth. Lydia groaned 
and shuddered as she felt the hot prod slide deeper into her. As she 
neared the fat root of his prong the blonde student could smell the 
sour pungent odor of an unwashed crotch wafting up from his opened 
trousers. Lydia groaned again and pushed forward, the sticky heat of 
that sickening sausage melting in her mouth. She could feel the 
throbbing veins rub against her wet lips as the mushroom-shaped head 
pushed over her tongue, past her nostrils and finally bumped against 
the back of her throat. Against her chin she could feel his small 
leathery balls rub up and down. God, what was to become of them all?



Chapter 4


"Oh yeah, get that tongue around it, yeah, yeah," Rick said, pumping 
his fat thighs back and forth, jamming his fat dickroot into Lydia's 
stretched mouth. The young blonde student felt her stomach turning 
over as spittle frothed over her lips and leaked from the corners of 
her mouth. The stray cockhairs peeking from around the silver teeth of 
Rick's zipper tickled Lydia's nostrils as she sank forward, then backed 
away until the groove just behind his dick-meaty cock-crown was held 
between her lips.

Both hands were clasped behind her head now, and his fingertips digging 
into her skull as the big man pushed his cock farther down Lydia's 
throat. Hot tears welled up in her eyes as she gagged, coughed and 
gasped for air. She could taste the sour, slightly bleachy flavor of 
his jizz that slowly leaked from his piss-slit.

"Hey, you don't wanna blow your wad in her fuckin' mouth, do you?" Doug 
asked, stepping forward and laying one hand on his buddy's shoulder.

"Naw. We've got special plans for this cunny of yours," the big fat 
man said, giving a few more quick jabs into her mouth before yanking 
his dick out. Lydia closed her lips and leaned forward, her arms 
wrapped tightly around her belly as she coughed and fought back the 
desire to vomit in front of them. She could hear them laughing and 
sniggering as she sucked in large breaths of air, fighting for mental 
balance as they made lewd remarks about her pussy and what they had 
planned for it.

"Oh!" she cried suddenly as Rick bent down, grabbed her hands and 
pulled them roughly from her belly. He pushed forward at the same 
time, sending her sprawling backward on her ass. The big man quickly 
straddled Lydia, sinking on his knees and trapping her down on the 
floor while he reached up and tore open her slacks. The young blonde 
screamed in protest, tearing at his face with her long fingernails.

But the big man was ready for her, pulling his face away from her in 
time, then swinging his right paw in a broad arc in front of him. The 
closed fist struck Lydia hard across the chin, knocking her semi-
unconscious for several seconds. Her head snapped back from the force 
of the blow then crashed down hard on the dirt floor as Rick and Doug 
finished their job of disrobing her. The girl moaned, feeling the soft 
material of her slacks peel down over her slender thighs, past her 
knees and finally over her ankles.

A few rough fingers slid up over her thighs to her pussy, digging into 
her cuntal membranes before moving up to her cotton sweater. Quickly 
that garment was pulled up over her big titties, over her face and head 
until it too was laying in a crumpled heap next to her.

"Got a cigarette Doug?" Rick asked after gazing several silent minutes 
at Lydia's motionless body.

"Sure," the other man said, wrinkling up his forehead in confusion as 
he fished out a pack of cigarettes from his right shirt pocket and 
handed it to Rick. The big fat man kept his eyes riveted to Lydia's 
peaceful face, tapping out one cigarette and putting it in his mouth. 
The big man inhaled the first puff of smoke deeply, blowing it out 
again into the girl's face.

Lydia coughed slightly, but still remained dazed and silent.

"This ought to wake her up," he said to Doug, taking the cigarette from 
his mouth and holding it only inches away from her belly. Lydia was 
aware of a not too pleasant warmth suddenly over her stomach that 
quickly grew to an intense heat. Her eyelids fluttered open just when 
the glowing tip of the cigarette touched her flesh. Lydia's body 
jerked heavily, futilely trying struggle away from the fierce, sharp 
agony. Her slender young body arched and heaved against dirt floor. 
She could feel particles of loose dirt working into her tight asscrack 
as she struggled against the biting agony of that burning cigarette 
against her flesh. Her nose was filled with the sharp, acrid odor of 
burning flesh as the ash grew across the reddening belly flesh. Her 
head arched back, digging into the floor as the cords stuck out in her 
throat. A strange gurgling, gagging shriek was ripped from her throat 
as she pleaded with them to stop this insane torture.

From the corner of her tear-blurred eyes she could see Rick laughing, 
then turning around to see the reactions of Doug and Jack. The other 
men were just as intrigued and amused with Lydia's predicament as he 
was.

"AIYEEEEEE!" she cried. She felt the muscles in her limbs stretch and 
contract painfully as her belly cramped and twisted. Lydia prayed for 
unconsciousness. And then as if in answer to her prayers Rick took the 
half-burned cigarette away from her belly, taking another drag on it 
before tossing it carelessly away.

"That's just a sample," he said, pushing his fat body up off Lydia's 
slender one and tucking his rigid prong back into his trousers. The 
blonde raised her hand and rubbed it across her lips. Her heart beat 
wildly as she moved her eyes from man to man, watching them stare at 
her like a piece of meat. Then she thought of Tina; of the way she'd 
found her, beaten, bruised, tied and tossed away in that foul way. 
Instinctively she moved her hand down to the burned place on her belly 
and rubbed it over the sore area.

"Let's give her a taste of what her friend got," Rick said, turning 
around and winking at Doug. Then turning back he reached down and slid 
both hands under Lydia's arms, jerking her up.

"Ohhh!" she cried, the pain in her ankle almost making her faint as the 
big man gripped her arm and pulled her roughly behind him toward the 
opened door.

"And tie that other one up. We can have fun with her later," Rick 
called back to Jack. Lydia heard Tina cry out, followed by the sounds 
several slaps and moans of submission as she was dragged stumbling and 
whimpering out into the open. The sky was a dull purple now. A low, 
fading light illuminated the area, barely outlining the various 
buildings and animals. The stars and moon were becoming more visible 
and bright as Lydia was hauled out, dragged to the garden, and finally 
let go. Reaching out, the young blonde gripped the top wooden bar of 
the fence.

She heard Doug call out from somewhere below. Turning her head she saw 
him walking from the main house back up to where she and Rick were 
standing. Next to him trotted a full-grown male Irish Setter, its 
long, hairy tail wagging slowly back and forth high in the air while 
its tongue hung limply out the side of its mouth. Rick said nothing 
but turned toward Lydia and smiled knowingly. His yellowed teeth made 
her want to vomit. But then another thought assailed her mind, making 
her forget about the physical repulsiveness of the big man next to her.

That dog! The suggestions made to her by them all! No, they weren't 
doing that to her! Impossible! That idea was just the product of her 
terrified imagination. Rape, maybe. Even torture, but this?

"She's so damned high and mighty about who she passes her pussy out to. 
Let's see what she thinks of dog dick."

Lydia cried out, her body stiffening as the last words came out. She 
turned and backed against the fence, the splinters digging into her 
naked flesh. The big dog trotted on ahead of Doug, sprinting up to 
Rick, then curling around his fat legs while wagging his tail 
ferociously and jumping up while barking excitedly.

"Your girlfriend didn't mind his cock after a while. You broads are 
all alike; pretending to be the reluctant virgin, then suckin' up all 
the cock that you can get," Rick said, spittle flecking his lips as he 
grew angrier.

"No, I'm not that kind, honest. Please let us go," Lydia pleaded, her 
eyes bugging out as she watched the big Setter prance around Rick's 
feet.

"Too bad. Then you won't enjoy him," Rick said sarcastically, bending 
down and stroking the sides of the handsome dog. Lydia felt her flesh 
crawl with horror and revulsion as she stared wide-eyed at the big-
dicked animal.

"Okay, babe, turn around," Rick said after stroking the Setter's 
hindquarters sensuously with his hand.

"N-no," Lydia pleaded more than protested, raising her hands to her 
mouth and biting her fingertips. She pleaded again, her voice getting 
high and whining like that of a child's.

"I said down!" Rick said threateningly. At the same time Doug moved 
around behind her, put his hands on her shoulders and shoved down. 
Lydia was defeated and sinking helplessly to her knees while the big 
Setter barked at her excitedly. Even in the dim light she could see 
something long round and hard poking out from between his hind legs. 
She thought of the beautiful experience she had just had with Tom, and 
now of the horror she was going to be forced to submit to. The 
contrast made her cry out in anguish and shudder.

"Come on," Doug cried impatiently, pushing her back hard against the 
fence. Lydia sprawled out on the ground, her head striking the bottom 
wooden brace of the fence. Her ass rested squarely on the dirt while 
her back rose at an angle from the ground. Her legs were spread widely 
apart in front of her, exposing her snatch completely. The big Setter 
whined, his body shaking as he spotted the fat crack partially hidden 
by Lydia's thick forest of cuntal curls.

"Go get her, you cunt-licker," Rick whispered in the Irish Setter's 
ear. The dog seemed to understand what the fat man was talking about 
and took off for the semiconscious girl's snatch. Lydia felt and knew 
nothing up to this point. Her mind was a black blank until she felt 
something slide between her thighs and bump the underside of her cuntal 
mound. Fluttering her eyes open she moved her head down and realized 
the muscular dog was settling down between her widely splayed legs, his 
cold nose pushed against the bottom of her twat.

"No ..." she cried, jerking awake and slapping her hand down. The big 
dog ducked, twisting his head around, then pushing it forward again 
until he was nudging her pussy-lips once more with his cold snout. 
Lydia felt a shudder of revulsion crawl up her spine. She was 
helpless. The men were standing over her, waiting for her to bolt so 
they could hit her, throw her to the ground and let the dog have her 
anyway. "Ohhh," Lydia cried as she felt his hot wet breath on the 
tender inner surfaces of her thighs. Strangely enough she felt giddy 
and a little weakened. What was it in her that made her react in that 
unspeakable way to the animal's touch? She had heard of women who had 
done things with animals. But people spoke about that in hushed 
voices. She'd often wondered how women could do such things.

And now here she was, sprawled naked in front of two savage men and a 
frenzied Irish Setter bent on doing God-knows-what to her cunny. And 
yet in spite of the terror and shrinking revulsion racing through her 
veins there was also a black excitement making her heart beat crazily.

The dog's nose pushed hotly against her cuntal mound again. She felt 
the soft cool surface of nostrils press the outer labes, forcing them 
apart. For an instant she felt the dog's furry snout rub against the 
sensitive membrane between her inner and outer labes before the Setter 
pulled back and turned his face up to hers for approval.

"He likes you," Rick said, laughing dirtily while Doug joined him.

"Oh," Lydia answered, closing her eyes and letting the tears flow 
freely from under her lids now. A soft warm wind blew lightly across 
her face, making several strands of her golden hair flutter against her 
cheeks and forehead. "No, don't," she said as the animal began lapping 
at her crotch.

She felt the warm, damp sensation of his tongue slathering down her 
fine cuntal hairs, matting them together with doggie spittle as his 
right paw moved up and rested heavily on her inner thigh. She could 
feel the short ticklish fur around his black rubbery paws against her 
flesh while his claws left small red marks on the skin. His tongue 
moved up from the bottom cleft of her pussy-lips, forcing the hairs to 
mat together in a slicked-down upward pattern while rivulets of his 
thick animal saliva seeped into the tight crack between her pussy-lips. 
Lydia rolled the back of her head from side to side against the rough 
wooden fence, a low throaty moan of despair and horror escaping from 
her tightly compressed lips.

He was only a dog; a filthy, primal lusting animal. She hated him. 
She couldn't help herself from hating him. And yet what was he doing 
to her? What feelings was he dredging from the dark corners of her 
mind that sickened as well as fascinated her? Gasping from the 
unbelievable tickle as the animal's hot wet tongue grazed her 
thickening clit-shaft, Lydia thrust her hands down to cover the exposed 
membranes. The dog licked her fingers, nuzzled at them with hot 
eagerness as he tried to gently push them away to get back to her twat.

"Oh God, god, nooooo!" Lydia cried, raising her hands and weakly trying 
to push the animal away. But he stayed, pushing forward harder until 
he managed to get back to the object of his battle. The sudden, 
scalding pressure of his powerful tongue as it peeled her cunt-lips 
apart and wormed a few inches into the velvety depths of her pussy made 
Lydia jerk her knees up involuntarily. That subtle move pulled her 
snatch-lips further apart, exposing more of the soft folds of her inner 
twat to the growling animal.

One wet lick rubbed over her clit again. Lydia sucked in her bottom 
lip and drew blood. What was happening to her mind? A dog ... a 
goddamned dog was doing this to her? She could feel her nipples 
stiffening, tweaking with excitement as the dog's growls grew louder 
and more fierce. As his bushy tail swished back and forth, brushing 
against her knees, Lydia rocked her ass slightly from side to side, 
rubbing the inner surfaces of her twat together. It was friction 
against friction that made her go wild. The rub of one velvet surface 
over another. She couldn't be expect to stay unmoved while a mouth was 
pushed against her cunt. Even if it was a dog's mouth.

"No, no!" she protested again. The dog growled again, then moved back. 
"Oh please don't ... ohhhhh." The dog's tongue was back again, 
exploring higher until it was caressing the nub of her rising clitty 
shaft.

Oh, it felt so good to have that wonderful wet surface sloshing over 
her throbbing sex spindle. She opened her legs again, the pressure 
curling back her fat furry outer labes and exposing the full surface of 
her pulsing cunt to the Irish Setter. The animal whimpered and moved 
the long tip of his nose from side to side. Lydia sucked in a ragged 
breath as the dog opened his mouth wide and pressed his front white 
fangs into the flesh of her right inner thigh just above the jutting 
tendon. The hot flush of her skin, and her nerves being raked at so 
sensitive a spot on her body made Lydia's head pound crazily.

"Just like her friend," Rick commented wryly as he and Doug watched the 
young blonde student's ultimate degradation.



Chapter 5


Lydia sobbed, rolled to her right side and kicked out one leg as she 
felt a powerful spasm through the length of her pulsing clit-shaft.

That dog; that damned, wonderful dog was doing this to her. He seemed 
maddened and aroused more than ever as he gouged his claws against her 
thighs and stuck his long nose up and down the flooded slick inner 
folds of her twat. Lydia pulled herself up against the wooden fence 
and opened her eyes. Looking down at the Setter she could see that his 
furry mouth was wet with her own hot juice. His black, flared nostrils 
glistened with it. His pink tongue lolled sloppily over her twat, 
parted the fleshy fat lips, then slithered up the widened crack up to 
her clitoris and bathed it again and again.

Lydia squeezed her asscheeks together, feeling her asshole pucker up as 
she lifted her throbbing crotch up to the licking animal. Digging her 
trembling fingertips into the loose dirt under her, the young blonde 
shifted her thighs from side to side, raising and lowering her right 
leg, rubbing the slick inner bumps and hollows of her pussy against one 
another as that wonderful, rough pink tongue snaked its way up her love 
cave.

It felt wonderful, hot and wet. And yet Lydia wished she could have 
something more inside her. She felt highly aroused, and yet empty. 
Her cunny needed cockmeat, prickmeat, inches and inches of throbbing 
dong to stretch her taut pussy lining, to force it into a wide, high 
tunnel. For an instant Lydia wondered what it would feel like to have 
the Setter's pointed knobby prong peeling back her outer labes and 
drilling into her snatch. She drove the thought out of her mind in an 
instant, wondering how she could think of something so sick and 
unnatural.

"Uhhhh," the blonde grunted, snapping her knees together and trapping 
the big animal between her thighs. He growled in frustration, twisting 
his red, hairy handsome head to the left while opening his mouth. A 
light nip on the tendon protruding from Lydia's left thigh warned the 
girl to be more careful in her sexual acrobatics.

Lydia started rocking her body more furiously now. The killing tickle 
was becoming worse between her legs. She was building steadily toward 
a climax. Her mind whirled madly like an out-of-control merry-go-round 
while the dog's mouth worked over her pussy. She put a shaky hand down 
to her cuntal mound, felt how soaked with animal spittle she was, then 
felt the Setter's tongue lap her fingers and the sensitive places 
between them.

Groaning again, Lydia dragged her fingers up her heaving belly and felt 
the wet streaks they were making against her hot flesh. She closed her 
eyes and rolled her head back and forth against the wooden railing, her 
breathing becoming shallow and raspy. It was lovely. She could feel 
her body running out of control now. There was nothing she had to do 
except lean back and let her nerves take over. The pulsing grew harder 
and more throbbing in her cunny. The big Setter growled, his tongue 
lapping and slathering more furiously as he sensed Lydia's growing 
urgency. The blonde could smell her own cunt juice as more and more 
seeped from her slicked down cunny. Her groaning turned to short, 
rapid grunts, then to a kind of gurgling hysterical sob as the veins 
stood out in her neck. She shook her head violently back and forth, 
the strands of long blonde hair whipping across her cheeks while sweat 
trickled down from her forehead and burned into her eyes and nostrils. 
She could feel loose particles of dirt digging in between her nails and 
fingers as she scraped the ground with her hands. The entire world 
blurred into a white fog of unspeakable delight. Her pussy-lips were 
red and hot, and her clit-shaft seemed to burn like a tiny red hot 
poker. "Cumming, cumming," she said out loud, not realizing the dog 
wouldn't understand the significance of her announcement. But it 
wasn't lost on the men who stood around her and jeered at her orgasm.

"Cumming!" Doug mimicked Lydia, throwing back his head and howling like 
a wolf at the moon. The others laughed, then followed suit, soon 
filling the still night air with baying and barking sounds.

But neither the Setter nor Lydia seemed to pay much attention to them. 
The big animal squatting on its haunches, occasionally readjusting its 
position and revealing a long, bony-hard cock leaking a steady stream 
of bleachy doggie jizz. His big body trembled with excitement, his 
sides sinking in, then billowing out faster and faster as his lapping 
concentrated on Lydia's exploding clitty.

"Ohhh, it's soooo good," the blonde groaned, reaching out and locking 
her hands around animal's handsome head. She pushed it down and 
forward, burying the Setter's snout into her cumming pussy. She could 
feel his razor sharp teeth scraping against her slick walls, 
threatening to tear the tender pussy lining in an instant. Yet the 
thought of that possibility excited Lydia even more.

She wanted to be completely possessed by this animal, annihilated by 
him. Her cries matched those of the dog as she jerked her knees up 
completely, raising them almost to her swollen, jiggling titties then 
pulling them into her to keep the Setter in place. She felt her pussy 
open up completely to the animal. She dragged him forward, grunting 
and moaning when she felt what she guessed was the dog's cock against 
her right buttock.

"Cum, cum, cum," she moaned again and again. She wriggled her ass back 
and forth, the weight of her buttocks adding to the sensations driven 
to a wild plain of excitement by the Setter's continued licking. She 
felt a hot dampness under each nipple and over the tops of her feet. 
The slick clicking of the folds of her squishy, dark pigmented pussy-
flesh rubbing against one another and against the Setter's tongue 
filled her ears like thunder. Then the throes of orgasm cut through 
her like a bolt of lightning.

"Fuck! Oh noooo!" she gasped, digging her fingernails into the 
Setter's skull. Thrilling spasms of lust rocked her body. She rolled 
on her side, taking the barking, growling dog with her as she gripped 
him like a human lover. The fire stormed through her pussy, up her 
thighs and into her belly as she bucked and thrashed her way through 
her climax.

Finally her knees gave way and she sank slowly onto the dirt, her chest 
heaving up and down as she gasped in lungfuls of air. Her hands 
slipped off the dog's head and fell limply onto the dirt beside her. 
She felt drained, humiliated, degraded. To think she had allowed 
herself to be carried away in this humiliating way before these men--
and with what?

A dog, a goddamned dog, something she would never have even thought of 
in her most perverted of fantasies. Stripped naked and forced to 
perform this way in front of these bestial perverts! Where would it 
end?

"Miss High Class didn't seem to mind a little pussy lickin' from the 
dog here, did she?" Rick jeered, compressing his lips tightly together 
in a nasty smile of contempt as he looked down at her. The others 
laughed softly. Doug and Jack were at his side, making the comment 
that the Setter still had a hard-on.

"She'll take care of that later. Looks like she needs a little more 
stimulation," Rick said, reaching down and gripping a handful of 
Lydia's golden hair. The young history student was still floating in a 
world of her own, feeling the comforting glow of sexual satisfaction 
settle over every square inch of her lithe body. She drove the thought 
from her mind that an animal had been responsible for her sexual 
satisfaction. She thought as she did before--it was a mouth, a lovely, 
wonderful, experienced mouth that had brought her off so powerfully and 
so completely. She felt her pussy slackening, relaxing from the 
tensions that had screwed it up so tightly. And yet there was 
something missing in her satisfaction. There was still a kind of 
emptiness Lydia felt in her snatch. If only she had a cock. And then 
the idea that she was actually thinking those thoughts shocked her. 
Why was she concentrating on pricks, cocks, balls? At that moment Rick 
yanked her head up, driving her quickly from the world of contemplation 
back to reality.

"Ohhhh!" Lydia cried, jerking her hands up and flailing at the rude 
hands pulling her hair from its roots. She tucked her feet rapidly 
under her thighs and stood up, remembering her injured ankle only at 
the last minute. She cried out more loudly than before, startling the 
dog into scampering some ten feet away and barking angrily at her.

Rick let her hair go, taking her by the wrist and leading her down the 
steep descending path to the main farmhouse. The sharp loose stones in 
the path cut into the tender naked soles of her flesh as they moved 
quickly along. Behind the two of them strolled Jack and Doug with the 
Setter scampering behind.

Lydia felt a strange kind of terror mixed with exhilaration as they 
moved down the walk toward the large, one-story wooden house. Her 
titties jiggled teasingly together, the nipples growing alternately 
soft and hard depending on what the blonde was thinking of at the 
moment. There was an odd feeling of dangerous adventure exciting her 
as well as making her heart pound with terror.

"Inside," Rick said, pulling Lydia up the two steps to the small porch. 
He shoved her into the darkened interior. The blonde stumbled forward 
then caught her balance as Doug and Jack followed. Someone had turned 
on a small electric light that hung from the ceiling.

She was a little surprised at this modern convenience in an otherwise 
authentic old building. The furniture was simple--low-backed wooden 
chairs surrounding a rough-hewn table in the middle of the room, a few 
cabinets, and a large stone fireplace in the far corner. They were in 
what she guessed was a combination dining room and kitchen.

Not saying a word Lydia moved behind the table and watched Rick and the 
others like a hunted cat. She could tell the big fat man was like a 
predatory animal with the scent of blood in its nostrils, seeking out 
the kill. While she was at his mercy, Lydia realized she would never 
know how far he would go for his particular kind of satisfaction.

"On the table," Rick said, nodding at the rough surface in front of 
her. Knowing by now not disobey him, the blonde obediently draped her 
body across the table.

"Hold her down," Rick said to Doug and Jack. Lydia couldn't understand 
what was going happen. Was he going to fuck her in the ass? Force her 
to give him a blow job? As Jack gripped her ankles tightly and 
painfully and Doug her wrists, Lydia felt her big jugs press hard 
against the splintered surface of the tabletop.

The scratchy sensation was exciting her, as well as her obvious 
helpless condition. She could feel a small draft blowing lightly over 
her rounded, upturned buttocks. The breeze was tickling her exposed 
crack, blowing softly against a few stray blonde cunt-hairs growing 
backward from her pussy. Imagining how she must look gave an 
additional thrill to her.

Lydia heard the sound of something rubbing across cloth. It almost 
sounded as if someone were undressing behind her. Then there came a 
rushing, whistling sound.

In a second something cracked sharply across her buttocks. A flash of 
white-hot heat seared her ass-flesh, making her body jerk like a 
speared fish. At the same time Lydia felt her pussy stir in response. 
It wasn't unlike the ass-fucking she had received earlier from Tom. 
The painful heat was actually a stimulus to her frazzled pussy, 
revitalizing it to throbbing action.

Again and again Rick's open-holed leather belt cut across Lydia's firm, 
rounded asscheeks. She cried out again and again, her face once more 
becoming pinched and red, her mouth pulled tightly across her face like 
a scar. Her shoulders worked against the table, tensing for the next 
series of blows as Rick stopped for a moment then resumed his senseless 
beating.

"Uhh, uhh, uhhh, arrrrhh!" the blonde shrieked, her legs pulling hard 
against Jack's hands. She couldn't even feel the pain raking her 
injured ankle as she tried to jerk free of the tight hold and escape 
the blinding pain in her ass. Her body convulsed as the punishing 
blows rained down on her reddening ass.

"Stop, please, p-p-please!" she stammered.

Tears blurred Lydia's vision as her shrieks finally died down to 
anguished moans in her dry throat. The belt continued streaking and 
welting her buttocks. Lydia felt the agonizing heat glowing over her 
buttocks, spreading across her belly, flushing down to her pussy. She 
slid across the table top, feeling her stiffened nipples digging into 
the uneven, rough wood while her fleshy, swollen outer cunt-lips peeled 
open from the friction and pressure against the tabletop, exposing the 
sensitive inner folds and hollows of her pussy.

The blonde lost count of the number of blows. She felt she was on the 
brink of losing her mind. The agony was driving her mad; the sense of 
helplessness frustrating her; and the killing, pulsing sensation in her 
pussy confusing her. Lydia felt the heat of this savage beating 
penetrating the walls of her cunt. She didn't think this torture could 
affect her this way. This beating had awakened a new kind of desire in 
her. Her cunny began to sweat. Lydia could feel her clitty once more 
rising from the fleshy folds of her snatch. How could she so easily be 
aroused so soon after her last cumming? It was the blows, the sharp 
pain in her buttocks that was stirring forbidden fires in her pussy. 
She felt like she was ready to be fucked. She wanted to cry out for a 
fuck. She wanted to beg for a cock suddenly. Visions of stiff, long, 
meaty dicks danced in front of her glazed eyes as Rick wound into his 
final round of beating with the belt.

The long, holed leather instrument sliced over and over into her ass, 
turning the bouncing red mounds into two glowing cherries. Lydia's 
groans took on a deep, husky tone that announced to the men what she 
was actually feeling. They all smiled at one another knowingly, 
satisfied that they had accomplished what they'd set out to do. "She's 
primed again," Rick said, sweating heavily as he pulled the belt off 
the girl's ass and pushed it through the loops of his trousers once 
more.

"The bitch wants to get fucked?" Doug asked, looking up from the floor 
where he was kneeling, holding her wrists. Lydia wanted to spit in his 
face but could only turn her head away and moan. He knew what she 
wanted, and she was shamed and humiliated thinking there was no way she 
could hide it.

"Pull her off the table," Rick ordered gruffly. Doug and Jack released 
the groaning young blonde, pushing her to her feet. Lydia said 
nothing, gritting her teeth together and waiting for the next horror.



Chapter 6


They had finally left her alone for a few minutes. Lydia lay against a 
wooden wall in a small shed attached to the main house. After beating 
her ass with the belt, Rick had had her taken from the house and 
stuffed in the shed.

It was during this time she learned he was one of the local police 
sergeants of the small town attached to the compound, and one who was 
assigned the duty of occasionally patrolling the area as Tom told her 
they did. The shoemaker, it seems, had often scouted out young prey 
for them before, while the third man also belonged to the Sturbridge 
Village police.

This she learned from the casual conversation held behind her back. 
Rick and his buddy had to call in to the main station and report, while 
the shoemaker was left behind to mind the store--that is she and Tina.

As she lay on her back in the cold, damp darkness, Lydia wondered why 
the other victims--if there were other victims--didn't report what had 
happened to them to the legitimate authorities. Surely most would be 
too ashamed to say anything for fear of public ridicule and shame. But 
surely there must have been one or two who were outraged enough to have 
risked exposure to bring justice down on these men's heads. These and 
similar thoughts drifted through the young blonde's head as she leaned 
on an elbow and looked at a tiny beam of moonlight streaming in from 
the outside. Her belly felt warm as she passed her hand down her right 
side to her belly and kneaded the soft flesh between her fingers. Her 
ass still burned and stung from the beating Rick had given it. She 
thought of how she'd been draped over that table, her long legs spread 
widely apart and held down firmly while her ankles were restrained in 
the same way. She'd been pinned down to the top of the table like a 
biological specimen, her high-riding asscheeks completely exposed to 
Rick's brutal attack. And yet how exciting it had been. She couldn't 
deny the heat that had burned in her pussy with each killing blow of 
the belt against her jiggling buttocks. Even now she could feel her 
pussy thrilling to that strange heat radiating up from her ass. Lydia 
smiled to herself, cupping a hand under her large and firm titties.

The touch gave her a chill. At first she thought about removing her 
hand. Why should she drive herself on sexually while these men were 
providing all the ammunition for perversion. And yet no one could see 
her. What harm did it do. She moved her hand up, thumbing her nipple 
until it grew stiff and pushed up out of the soft dark red aureole. 
The effect was hot and electric. She sensed the tension in her body 
building once again. The tickle of her nipple had started those slick 
juices flowing between her cunt-lips. She thought of that belt, of the 
sensations she'd felt when that Setter licked her off earlier that 
evening, of Tom and his fat cock ramming up her asshole while his 
finger strummed her clitty mercilessly.

All the images blurred together in Lydia's confused, tortured mind. 
When she started rocking her hips, the buttery heat spread and leaked 
out to dot her blonde cuntal curls with dew. Even after the assault 
she'd received, the blonde was theirs for more sex. Her breathing had 
grown shallow. She licked her dry lips, tossed her head against wooden 
wall behind her and spread her legs further apart as she let her right 
forefinger droop over her cuntal mound and brush against her stiffening 
clit.

"Ahhhh," Lydia sighed, closing her eyes and slackening her jaw. She 
moved her finger back and forth, spreading the outer lips apart gently, 
milking the fleshy lobes together with the palms of her hands while 
stroking the clit-shaft more purposefully.

Lydia felt her knees trembling. She was fingering herself to cum. Oh, 
to be left alone where she could fantasize all she wanted.

But then the sounds of footsteps approaching the shed made the blonde 
pull her hands away from her crack. The door squeaked open, and in the 
bright moonlight Lydia could distinguish the all too familiar faces of 
Rick, Doug and Jack.

"Mmmmm, I smell pussy juice in here," Rick taunted.

"Good fresh and hot," Doug took up, raising his face and taking in a 
deep breath.

"I think the lady's ready for another round," Jack joined the other 
two, all three of them peering down at Lydia. The blonde shrank 
against the wall, pulling up her knees protectively against her chest 
and pushing her back hard to the wood behind her.

"She likes to fuck outside. Let's take her to the garden," Rick said 
to the other two men.

They all moved quickly, dragging the protesting blonde from the shed, 
down the path and back to the garden where the Setter had so rudely 
licked her pussy to climax.

When they got down to the garden Lydia saw the big Setter was down 
there waiting for them. His bushy tail wagged back and forth while his 
thick head was tilted and facing her.

"This can't be happening," Lydia said out loud as Jack and Rick held 
her on either side, guiding her down to the approximate spot where 
she'd lain before. And yet the sight of the dog excited her as it 
sickened her.

Lydia felt her stomach turn over as she realized what was happening 
inside her. Tossing her head from side to side she let out a scream, 
tearing at the two men as best she could in a last attempt to free 
herself.

"Damn it!" Doug said, nearly falling on his face because of the 
blonde's violent struggling. Both men looked at one another while Rick 
moved down to the dog, squatting and stroking its head. On a mutual 
signal Doug and Rick let Lydia go, throwing her forward and thus 
pitching her down on the ground.

"Ohhhhhfffff!" Lydia cried, throwing her hands protectively out in 
front of her. The woman jerked forward, hitting her chin against the 
hard dirt while her injured ankle twisted more and ripped an anguished 
cry from her throat.

"Get her!" Rick said to the dog. The same command was used before, and 
the big Setter recognized it. Barking twice, the dog jerked from his 
resting position and lunged for the prostrate Lydia.

The blonde saw the big animal prancing toward her and groaned, covering 
her face protectively with her hands while rolling over on her belly. 
Rick and Doug weren't to be disappointed. Reaching down they rolled 
Lydia on her back just when the Setter reached her shoulders. The 
confused woman kicked her legs free of their hands and the animal 
settled down between her legs and prodded her hungrily between her 
thighs.

"Oh no, don't!" Lydia cried, shuddering as she felt that familiar 
tongue slosh back up her slick, fat crack. It was terrible, that same 
forbidden feeling of earlier tearing at her snatch. The big dog was 
growling excitedly. Lydia struggled backward on the ground, propping 
her torso up on her elbows and scooting her violated asscheeks over the 
ground. But where could she go? The fence was behind her, and the men 
all around her.

As she moved backward she could feel the velvet wetness of her pussy 
exposed. She sensed the inner surfaces of her pussy rubbing together 
as she wormed further away from the creeping, growling animal.

"No!" she begged.

"No!" all three men shouted back, breaking into mocking laughter as 
they all watched the dog jump, his front big hairy paws hitting her 
thighs. His nose plunged immediately under her hot cuntal mound, his 
tongue wetting her. The animal wasn't fooled by Lydia's reluctance on 
the surface. He was whining, wiggling his strong body back and forth 
as he towered above her. Lydia felt petrified.

The first touch of the tongue had made her belly muscles contract with 
fear. And yet she wasn't hitting him or screaming out.

"Ohhh, my God!" Unbelievably she was opening her cunt to him, letting 
him touch her in the most secret places. She had fallen back on the 
ground, pressing her right cheek against the dirt and slowly letting 
her knees fall apart. The dog was going wild. His tongue slopped over 
the tender inner skin of her thigh. Each lick brought floods of juice 
from her cunt. It was the lovely, wonderful friction she had felt 
earlier. Her knees fell further apart. There was familiar clicking 
sound and pulling, itching sensation as her cunt-lips unstuck. The big 
dog lapped at them. He had been licking her asscheeks, his tongue 
getting dangerously close to her bunghole. Lydia had scooted up 
further to protect her shitter. But the animal had returned to her 
cunt. He was nuzzling his black nose between her blooming pussy-lips.

Lydia realized the dog was tasting her. Smell and taste, the most 
developed of an animal's senses, were being fully stimulated by her 
juicing snatch. Gently he let his long pink tongue caress and pet her 
clitty. Lydia shuddered with the consuming sexual fever she had felt 
earlier when the big animal licked her. Oh to feel that rolling, 
throbbing climax in her cunny again!

It was so uninhibited to be like this with the dog. He was resting on 
his belly now between her parted thighs. She could feel his hot breath 
tickle her pussy hairs as he drenched her twat over and over again with 
his thick animal spittle.

"Oh, oh, ohhhh," Lydia moaned over and over while her head rolled on 
the ground. The hunger in her body seemed to force out every last 
ounce of decency and shame from her mind and body. All she could think 
about was the growing tense ball of sexual tension growing deep in her 
belly, pushing down on her cunny and demanding quick satisfaction.

Her hands reached down her belly, finding the animal's pointed nose and 
his black, hot, wet rubbery lips. She felt at the steamy mess between 
her thighs as she had done before and felt a thrill of lustful, 
shameless excitement ripple over her crawling flesh.

"Jesus!" Lydia gasped. She moved her ass up, ignoring the growing 
cramp in her ass-muscle. The dog sensed her growing excitement and 
whimpered through his nose. Now he was bathing the very bottom of her 
ass once more with hot spit, lapping back into the slit of her 
asscheeks and threatening her bunghole again. Lydia felt so wet down 
there. The insides of her thighs, her ass, her cunt were all slicked 
down with the Setter's spittle. When Lydia managed to push herself 
back up to a sitting position again, the shock of what was happening to 
her hit her full force.

"Oh noooo!" the blonde cried, fighting up through the lust settling 
over her mind. She tried to push the dog away, but her arms trembled, 
then failed her. Her fingers instead curled behind his furry ears. 
She humped her back, pressing her swollen, pulsing cunt up against his 
pointed muzzle. The pink tongue drove up and down her crack.

Her clit burned from the steady lapping friction and the places between 
her toes tickled strangely. She fanned her fingers out along the 
animal's neck, the long hairs tickling the undersides of her hands. 
Slowly Lydia inched her knees back until they were against her tits. 
Then parted them further, letting every hollow of her pussy peel back. 
The animal whined, nuzzling and licking and pressing his nose against 
her soaked cunt.

Lydia gasped and babbled to him as he lapped her to a mindless state of 
sexual ecstasy. The stiff tickle of his coat against her knees and 
upper legs made her throw her head to the side and cry out. She moved 
her ass up, let it fall back again, then moved it up one more time. Up 
and back, up and back, faster and faster, twisting to one side and then 
the other so the animal's teeth brushed one cunt-lip at a time. Lydia 
remembered the thrilling sensation the dog's fangs gave her as they 
raked the silky, slick linings of her pussy before.

She wanted that feeling again. She wanted to be taunted with the 
possibility of being torn to pieces by this sheer brute.

"Uhhh, ohhhh!" the blonde didn't care about anything anymore. She 
could die doing this and it wouldn't matter. Those men could do to her 
what they wanted. All she wanted to do was cum, then die. Her 
nostrils flared, burning with the air she sucked in to feed her 
writhing, bucking body. The dog's licking seemed to be everywhere in 
her pussy at once. If only she could have that sensation of being 
filled.

That was the only thing she missed. If only she could have a cock 
shoved up in her cunny. Anything up there would do.

Then something happened Lydia did not expect. The big dog moved 
higher, squatting down at the same time when Lydia had moved her pussy 
down. Before she knew it, his paws were down on her shoulders, pinning 
her upper torso down against the ground while his hind legs were 
brushing up against her ass. Real fear now brought her back to reality 
in a flash.

Yes, she wanted a cock up her twat--but a human one. To think a dog's 
bony knobber would be shoved into her pussy, slicing open her fat 
labes, knifing into her belly. Licking was one thing--but fucking?

"Off! No! Bad dog!" Lydia cried, beating the animal's back with the 
balls of her feet as she weakly tried to push the furry belly off her 
flattened titties. But the animal was too determined and she too weak 
by her intense sexuality to do anything. She felt a hot string of 
drool splatter across her face, having fallen from the animal's 
slackened mouth. The claws scratched her shoulders painfully as the 
big Setter settled down between her widely splayed knees.

She felt something hot and wet and pointed bounce across her upturned 
asscheeks. Her cuntal walls spasmed. To her horror Lydia realized her 
hot, juicy pussy was trying to clasp the dog's prong.

"No, no!" Lydia screeched, dropping her legs and thus preventing the 
animal's cock from making its entry into her pussy.

"No you don't baby," Rick said, lurching forward and grabbing her 
injured ankle. Lydia felt a pang of agony and screamed out, the last 
ounce of strength draining from her body. She let him and Doug push 
her legs back up, spreading her thighs apart and letting the anxious 
Setter settle in her cuntal saddle.

"Oh, oh, oh!" Lydia cried as she felt the long, knobby cock drag across 
her buttocks toward her cuntal cleft. She pitched on the ground, 
bucking her ass against the dirt. The blonde raked the dog's long red 
hairs with her fingers, pulling him harder against her.

All right, if she was going to get fucked by a dog, then let it be a 
good hard fuck. These and other crazy thoughts bolted through her mind 
as Lydia tilted her throbbing cuntal mound up and readied herself for 
the Irish Setter's spear-shaped dong.



Chapter 7


Her sex-knob glowed and throbbed like a festering wound as the forepaws 
of the big Setter dug painfully into her shoulders. Lydia felt the 
cooling air blow softly against her lifted buttocks. In contrast to 
that sensation was the hot wet breath of the big animal touching her 
flushed cheeks. How her snatch ached, pulsed, winked shut from the 
sexual heat, then slowly relaxed and opened once more, waiting for the 
first sign of cock entry.

"Fuck! Fuck!" Lydia cried, closing her eyes tightly and sucking in 
another ragged breath. Her skin was covered with a fine film of sweat 
that glowed silver in the soft moonlight. Her belly was one tight 
knot, growing larger and larger as she waited for the dog's big, red 
slippery prong to slice through her snatch.

Oh God, the teasing sensation of that thick cock jerking up regularly 
now, banging against her furry labes, then pulling away as he nervously 
moved his hindquarters around her ass for a better position. Clear 
drops of pre-cum oozed from the tiny pointed tip of the Setter's big 
dork.

Lydia pulled her head up and saw them hanging one by one like diamonds 
from that jerking dick before falling in a translucent string to the 
dirt below. To be fucked by that dog! The realization of what was 
about to take place drove her mad with desire. She wet her cracked dry 
lips, then opened her mouth and let out a choked cry of lust. Her 
belly jerked and tightened as she was racked with a series of dry 
heaves of excitement.

"Please, please," she begged the dog, her breathing becoming more rapid 
and shallow as she felt that pointed, slick weapon brush against her 
puffy cunt-lip, then move slightly to the left to the slick, leaking 
crack zigzagging between her labes. Tears of excitement welled then 
fell down her cheeks as Lydia felt that wonderful hot cock push into 
the crack, spreading the thick fleshy labes apart, then pushing them 
inward from the force of the fucking prick.

"Ahhh, ahhh, ahhhh," Lydia sighed, her head rolling from side to side 
as her lower jaw dropped. The veins stood out in her neck. Her 
shoulders shook from the lustful excitement tearing through her 
writhing body. Her toes fanned out. A killing tingle assailed the 
areas between them. Her knees snapped together, then fell apart as she 
ground her buttocks back and forth, thus rubbing the wet velvety, inner 
cuntal surfaces together and against the invading doggie prong. She 
could feel the dribbling warm streams of cum oozing out of the dog's 
cock, flooding into her cunny, mixing with her own juices. Then it was 
dribbling out of her upturned snatch and oozing down the tight crack 
separating her buttocks.

Only the first slick inch was buried inside her. But Lydia was already 
shrieking as if the dog had been fucking her for minutes. She felt 
those slippery bumps and knobs on his cock slip past her pussy-lips, 
stretching them apart, as they forced her fuckhole into a large, round 
tunnel.

The big animal was growling with increased lust. His head tilted 
slightly to one side while his long pink cunt-lapping tongue hung 
limply from the side of his snout. Long, stringy rivulets of drool 
fell from the tip of his tongue and down Lydia's titties. But the 
blonde didn't care. She ignored everything except that wonderful tight 
sensation in her snatch. The young student wriggled her ass excitedly, 
bouncing her fleshy ass-globes over the hard packed dirt surrounding 
the garden. Her fingers raked through the Setter's long, red silky 
hair while her knees and inner thighs moved up and down, caressing the 
panting sides of the fucking dog. Sweat ran down Lydia's thrashing 
body. Dirt clung to the back of her neck, shoulders and arms as she 
thrashed in the dirt like a screwing pig.

"Oh God! God!" Lydia cried over and over again, her mind whirling 
about in a wild, obscene dance of sexual confusion and desire. Both 
Lydia and the big Setter started growling with lust and desire.

Then the big dog hunched back his hindquarters, his powerful back 
arching up like that of a cat about to attack and rolled forward as he 
slid more of his prick into the grunting woman. Lydia's eyelids 
fluttered open. Her eyes rolled up into her head and glazed over as 
more of his thick cockroot rammed into the slick folds of her snatch. 
Gritting her teeth, Lydia grunted as she felt the big knob just in 
front of the dog's thick dickroot bang against her outer labes. He 
hunched back, his back curving again, then slid forward, pushing that 
blue veined cock-bump against her cunthole. Lydia cried out, twisting 
her body like a snake, working her asscheeks desperately against the 
dirt, trying to take in his cock. The animal growled and whimpered. 
His forepaws scratching up and down her shoulders, moving to her 
throat, clawing her titties as he struggled to work his knob into her 
twat.

"Yes, yes, yes!" Lydia sighed, as his prick kept sliding into her 
clitty. Oh God, how wonderful it felt to sense his hot body, that 
long, tickling thick Irish Setter hair rubbing against her belly, 
against her legs, against her titties! Oh! Her titties! How good 
they felt rolling, bouncing, and slapping together under the animal's 
attack. More saliva rolled out of the Setter's mouth, oozing past his 
sharp teeth, seeping over his quivering black rubbery lips and then 
falling down on her jiggling titties. Lydia moved her hand down from 
the screwing dog to her boobs. She squeezed the nipples of her jugs 
hard with her fingers and felt her cunt contract with every tight 
pinch.

"Hey, I think he's gonna make that knobber of his squeeze into her 
snatch," Rick said, watching the animal carefully. The other two men 
raised their eyebrows and watched in a strange kind of admiration as 
the big dog grunted, shook and trembled with the effort. Lydia's 
grunts became more hysterical and high-pitched. Her toes stretched out 
like sticks from her feet while her head rolled wildly from side to 
side. Long strands of blonde hair clung to her wet forehead as she 
waited for the big knob to slide in.

"UHHHHHHGHHHH!" the blonde shrieked. Her body stiffened and trembled. 
The Setter drove that big knot into her snatch with a loud, squishing 
sound. Both dog and woman stopped their writhing and screwing for 
several seconds, each drinking in the sensation of the moment. The dog 
had finally pushed in his last knob, stretching her cunt the ultimate.

Lydia felt completely filled. She was stuffed with as much cockmeat as 
she could ever take in her pussy. She felt the tip of his cock 
screwing down into the deepest depths of her pussy, almost touching her 
womb. It was a dog and not a man who had explored the secret passages 
of her snatch!

Lydia groaned and sobbed, but not from fear or shame. She was pushed 
to the ultimate. Digging her head into the soil as the dog's big, 
hairy balls slapped against her ass, Lydia felt her belly turning over 
faster and faster with the growing excitement of her pussy.

"Fuck, fuck, fuck," Lydia moaned softly, turning her head to the side 
and choking out her pleas for satisfaction. Between her upturned legs 
she could feel the dog trembling. It was a sign that he was as close 
to cumming as she was. To have her quim filled with doggie cum. To 
feel the flood of sticky jizz filling her snatch to the full, flooding 
over her clit, soothing down the exploding sex spindle like some salve 
for a burning wound. Oh God! To feel it now!

"Rock it, baby. He's gonna shoot. He's gonna dump that spunk into 
you," Rick taunted. But Lydia didn't care what anyone said or saw. 
She cried and shrieked and begged for the big animal to cum. Her 
breath grew shorter. Her skin burned with lust. How much longer could 
she take this? Her ass was moving of its own free will--bouncing, 
jiggling, grinding back and forth, making her rubbery, fat pussy-lips 
chew along the full length of the Irish Setter's pumping prick. The 
long, red, bumpy surface of that screwing prick was slick with the 
mixture of Lydia's flowing cunt juice and leaking pre-cum.

"Cum! CUM!" Lydia cried squeezing him desperately. She wanted to 
stuff him inside her, to destroy him with her own omnipotent sexuality 
as she felt the first powerful spasm of orgasm make her pussy wink shut 
with heat. She threw back her head, hitting it hard against the hard 
ground behind her. Her neck strained. The veins in her forehead stood 
out and throbbed while her legs kicked up and out from the power of her 
cuntal explosion.

The screaming woman's reaction was enough to drive the big Setter off 
the edge. While Lydia broke out into a series of hoarse, choked cries, 
the big dog's body trembled. Then he became strangely still. His tail 
stood up and shook slightly as his cock began trembling and shooting in 
a long, powerful stream of bleachy doggie spunk. The blonde whimpered, 
turning her head away as the animal's big ass shook from the power of 
his climax. He squatted down again and again. Long choking gasps 
escaped from his own mouth as he screwed and drilled his prong into her 
waiting cunt.

"Ohhhh! Oh!" Lydia cried, her mind shattering as she felt the animal's 
thick cum oozing down her tight little asscrack and seeping into her 
bunghole. The big Setter kept hammering his dick in and out until the 
final spasm rolled along the full length of his dick. Satisfied, he 
pulled his cock from Lydia's trembling pussy with a loud, wet sucking 
sound, trotted shakily over to the far corner of the garden and sat 
down. Lydia's legs fell limply to the ground, her pussy still glowing 
red hot after the savage pounding it had received. She covered her 
face with her hands, feeling the shame and degradation she had just 
been subjected to. To have performed disgracefully like this, with a 
dog, and in front of these savage men! Would there ever be a time when 
she would be able to look at herself in the mirror? Now the woman 
realized why no one would testify before a court as to what had 
happened to them in the compound. Who would be willing to stand in 
front of a group of straight-faced jurors and confess this sort of 
humiliation? Who would believe them?

And if they did believe the incident, who would believe they were 
unwilling participants? No, she could never turn in these monsters, no 
matter how she felt about them.

"Feel good, baby?" Doug asked with a sneer. He was standing with his 
thumbs hooked around his front belt loops.

"That doggie jizz packed down there good?" Rick asked leeringly.

"Hey, is that other girl tied up good in the barn?" Doug asked, turning 
to Jack who seemed be drifting in a world of his own.

"I'll check. I tied her like a pig," the shoemaker said, laughing with 
the others as he turned to go. Lydia meanwhile was shaking herself 
free of the spell that had gripped her so long. She felt a throbbing, 
pulsing ache in her cunny. It had been kept at such a high state of 
tension and excitement for so long it ached now that it was slackening 
and relaxing. Now she realized once more the awful situation.

She and Tina were prisoners in this compound at least until morning. 
It was still only early evening. God only knows what these men could 
do to them before then.

Keeping an eye on the two men as they were discussing Tina's fate, 
Lydia sat up. So far so good. No one noticed her. Slowly she moved 
her legs inward, trying to ignore the wet feeling between them. With 
every movement she made, more doggie jizz leaked out of her snatch and 
wet her inner thighs.

Carefully Lydia tucked her feet under her naked dirt-smeared thighs, 
leaning forward and putting her arms forward for balance. She looked 
around her. The men were still talking with their backs to her. The 
dog was curled up in the corner, licking his soft cock with his long 
pink tongue lazily. If she could make it to the main path, it was a 
short hop into the cornfield across the road.

Once in the cornfield Lydia knew she would have a chance of escaping, 
to get help or maybe get Tom. Get someone to get them out of this 
terrible nightmare. Looking around her for the last time Lydia sucked 
in a deep breath. Then she sprang up, ignoring the sharp pain in her 
injured ankle as she bolted around the garden and started running down 
the sloping path, past the house toward the main road. She had nearly 
reached the road when the men realized what had happened.

They stared blankly at the fleeing figure for several seconds, 
disbelieving what had happened in front of their eyes. The blonde's 
long hair streamed out behind her, glowing in the silver moonlight. 
Her thunderous titties bounced, jiggled and slapped against one another 
while Lydia ran for her life.

"Oh!" Lydia cried out as the injured ankle threatened to fail under 
her. It couldn't. She knew she had the advantage now. Peering 
briefly over her shoulder she could see the three men standing in a 
little group near the far edge of the steeply sloping garden next to 
the main house. She was almost to the path now, and the cornfield lay 
only a few feet in front of her. The tall, thick stalks promised a 
respite from her terrors.

"Get her!" she heard Rick shout from behind her. Lydia jerked her head 
around and ran with a burst of speed, ignoring the sharp stones cutting 
into the bare soles of her feet. Her fleshy buttocks trembled and 
bounced. Her nostrils flared like a hunted animal's as she reached the 
far end of the cornfield and plunged blindly into the thick growth. 
The sharp leaves of the corn plants cut into her flesh she brushed them 
aside. If only she could lose herself in this field!

"Ohhhfff!" Lydia cried, her right foot hooking around the thick base of 
a corn plant and sending her pitching forward into the dirt. She 
scrambled quickly to her feet, running deeper into the field. The wet, 
warm smell of damp earth assailed her nose as the night sounds drummed 
into her ears. There was a stream at the other end of the field. Then 
a clear area leading to the woods separating the compound from the 
highway. If only she reach it! Behind her the shouts of the men let 
the blonde know they had reached the far edge of field.

"Oh God!" Lydia cried as she plunged deeper into the corn.



Chapter 8


"Try over that way and Doug, you take the left flank and I'll go in 
through the center," Rick ordered, knocking the plants roughly to the 
side as they plunged helter-skelter into the cornfield.

At the other end Lydia was reaching the stream. She could hear the 
peaceful babbling of the small brook that ringed the Sturbridge Village 
compound. The brook ran through the make-shift sawmill near the 
parking lot and finally into the surrounding rolling hills. The air 
grew damp and pungent-smelling. If only ...

"There she is!" Rick shouted.

"Oh God!" Lydia cried, shrinking back toward the stream. They'd 
spotted her. Her heart skipped a beat as she turned and ran toward the 
stream. Behind her she could hear the sounds of corn plants being 
ripped aside and trampled.

"Don't let her get near the stream!" someone shouted loudly.

Lydia managed to reach the end of the cornfield. To the right was a 
small, wooden, plank bridge leading across the tiny brook in front of 
her. At that point Lydia saw Doug crossing the bridge stopping in the 
middle of it and looking around. Lydia backed quickly into the 
darkness of the field, dropping to her knees and biting her fingers to 
keep from screaming in excitement and terror.

"Too bad, baby," she heard from behind. Before she could stand the 
blonde woman felt a rough hand on her shoulders. Another hand slipped 
under her arms and jerked her up. "That was a dumb move. You and your 
friend aren't going to get away from here 'til we let you," Rick said, 
turning her around and gripping her tightly by the shoulders. He shook 
her back and forth violently.

Her head snapped so hard she thought he was going to break her neck.

"S-stop!" Lydia begged, tears of frustration and defeat welling up in 
her eyes.

"Fuckin' bitch," Rick mumbled, stopping his brutal thrashing and 
grabbing her tightly by the wrist. "More trouble than you're probably 
worth," he mumbled, dragging her back to the main house.

"I've got her! Let's get back and teach this one a lesson!" he said 
loudly.

Lydia followed meekly behind, her head bent down between her sagging 
shoulders. Her long dirty blonde hair hung around her face. What they 
planned for her, Lydia could only imagine.

When they reached the main path once more they all joined and moved 
silently back to house. But instead of going into the structure the 
men dragged Lydia up the path to the barn. Shoving her through the 
doorway they followed, telling her to join her friend.

When she reached the far stall Lydia peered around the high wooden 
divider and saw the tiny brunette still bound and gagged, laying 
motionless in the corner of the stall. She had been sleeping but woke 
up when the small group walked in.

"Take off the gag," Rick said, turning to Doug. Now the brunette could 
talk after spitting out several threads of cotton that had worked their 
way into her mouth.

"Lydia, did they ...?" Tina asked, not finishing her question when she 
looked down at her friend's snatch and saw the telltale scratch marks 
along her inner thighs and on her shoulders. "Oh God, what've they 
done to us?" the small girl asked.

"Just wait," Rick said, bending down and untying the remainder of the 
brunette's bonds. Tina pulled her hands from behind her and rubbed her 
wrists, trying to get rid of the pain caused by the rope burns.

"I get turned on by watching lesbos go at," Rick said as Lydia reached 
over and stroked Tina's tangled brown hair.

"You think them two are Lesbos?"

"Naw, but you never know anymore," he said, his hands on his powerful 
haunches while his fingers rested on his bulging fly. He had been 
watching Lydia's ass. It was white, fleshy, yet not too broad and 
flabby. He'd been wanting to stick his cock up her shitter ever since 
he'd seen her earlier in the afternoon.

"Hey, you two start in on each other for a while," Rick said, raising 
his right foot and kicking Lydia lightly on the left shoulder. The 
blonde jerked her stiff body, turning around and peering upward at him 
with hatred flashing in her eyes.

"What?" Lydia asked.

"You heard me. Suck her cunt!"

Lydia's eyes opened wide. She had never had even an inkling of desire 
to do something so perverted. To touch another woman in that way ... 
and yet what choice did either of them have. Tina looked at her in 
bewilderment.

"God," Lydia muttered under her breath as she felt Mike's boot kick her 
shoulder again. Moving around and kneeling between Tina's small, 
girlish legs, Lydia opened her mouth and stuck out her tongue, sanding 
it over the brunette's right nipple. Tina cried out in surprise that 
her friend would do such a thing. But Lydia said nothing, feeling her 
face burning with shame and humiliation.

Reaching forward she pulled Tina up slightly, then forced her torso 
down on the loose hay. Gradually both women began to warm to the task. 
Tina rolled her head to the right as she felt her friend's tongue dig 
into her ear and probe her canal. Tina arched her back, pushing her 
warming pussy against Lydia's as she felt her friend toying with her 
swelling labes.

The blonde felt a tightening sensation growing deep in her cunny. It 
wasn't the same urgent, hot wetness felt earlier with Tom or even the 
dog. But Lydia realized she was becoming aroused by this act of 
perversion. She slid her body up and down, back and forth against her 
friend's cunt. Groaning, she felt Tina's cunt-lips working over hers, 
peeling them open and rubbing against the sensitive membranes between 
the inner and outer labes. Lydia felt the heavy weight of her jugs 
pulling at her chest as she towered over the brunette and continued 
lapping like a thirsty animal over her friend's throat and shoulders.

"Yes, yes," Tina hissed between her tightly clenched teeth while Lydia 
milked her cunt-lips together. With her slender fingers she rubbed 
their slippery edges together as her forefinger inched slowly up toward 
Tina's unsheathed clitty shaft. "Ohhhhh!" the brunette gasped again as 
Lydia grabbed her stiff clit between her thumb and forefinger and 
squeezed it gently. Lydia licked her dry lower lip as she pinched 
again and watched her friend's ass squirm excitedly over the loose hay 
on the floor. Tina's belly trembled and swelled out as if she were 
pregnant. Then her stomach caved in as her body twisted and writhed on 
the floor. Stroking the clit up and down, then changing strokes from 
side to side produced the same uninhibited affect. When Lydia slid her 
tongue down Tina's throat, past the jiggling small titties toward her 
navel, Tina dragged her ass across the floor. Tina ignored the sharp, 
pinching sensation of the loose straw and hay working into the tight 
crack between her tiny buttocks.

Lydia grunted like a sow as she moved her tongue around Tina's navel, 
then went back up to her friend's titties. She drew in one nipple 
between her teeth, running her tongue quickly over the hard rubbery red 
flesh as she dug her fingers into Tina's inner thighs. Then she let it 
go as she went over to the other nipple and did the same thing. The 
result was electrifying. Tina cried out, snapping her knees together 
and rolling on one side, her ass jerking up and down as she milked her 
cunny against Lydia's stroking fingers. She was cumming, reaching an 
orgasm with her friend's finger! Lydia's mind spun around as she 
thought of what had just happened.

"Fuck this!" Jack said. The handsome dark-haired shoemaker had watched 
too long not to do anything. Gripping the tab of his zipper, he pulled 
open his fly, pulling out a thick eight-inch cunt-splitter and stroking 
it to full hardness and thickness. Moving quickly, unbuttoning his 
Levi's and pushing them down to his knees, Jack walked around to the 
rear of both women, his fat sausage throbbing and pulsing with blood 
and jizz. His egg-shaped leathery nuts spilled out from the bottom of 
his opened fly.

He stood between Lydia's widely spread legs, his eyes fastened on the 
narrow crack spread open now because of the blonde's crouching 
position. Her tight shitchute tilted slightly upward, puckering shut 
like a pair of pursed lips. Jack gave his thick prong a few tugs, 
sliding his fingers over the rounded tip of his jerking dong and lubing 
up the full length of his dick.

"Ahhh!" Tina cried as Lydia ran the pointed tip of her tongue along the 
twitching inner ridge of her friend's furry outer labes. She reached 
up, placing her fingers just on either side of the big labes and pulled 
away, peeling back those thick pussy-lips and concentrating on the 
girl's juicy cuntal walls. Tina grunted, pulling her knees up to give 
her friend more pussy.

Not seeing Jack standing behind her Lydia pulled her head from Tina's 
crotch and slid off her friend's body. Soon the two women's cunts were 
pressed tightly together. Their swollen labes slid against one 
another, the subtle friction peeling back each other's outer labes as 
their wet membranes touched.

"Uhhhhh!" Lydia cried as she lowered herself completely on her friend. 
She could feel her titties mashing down against Tina's, crushing in 
those tight little nipples with hers. The smoothness of the body under 
hers; that great feeling of cunt-lip against cunt-lip, clitty crossing 
against clitty, tit against tit was driving her mad with lust. Just as 
Lydia began to trace the tip of her tongue along Tina's lips, Jack bent 
down and stuck his forefinger directly into the blonde's tight little 
asshole. Lydia jerked, a sharp groan tearing from her throat. Jack 
slammed his finger up to the second digit, wriggling it around and 
around in the woman's tiny asshole like a reaming worm.

The young blonde student knew now what was happening.

But what she was feeling grow hot between her legs prevented her from 
protesting. She squeezed her big ass muscles together, trapping Jack's 
finger in the musky depths of her shitter while she shifted her cunt 
back and forth against Tina's juicy pussy. To have that friction 
rubbing over her snatch and to have the sharp pain and heat radiating 
out from her shitter was driving her mad.

"Oh! Oh! Oh!" Lydia moaned in her friend's hair, digging her 
fingertips into Tina's fleshy boobs as she humped down and slid her 
furry labes along the brunette's tight little pussycrack. Jack backed 
away, pushing his Levi's down to his ankles, then moving forward again, 
still keeping his finger buried in the young woman's bowels. He shoved 
it in to his knuckle, slowly feeling Lydia's sphincter relax and accept 
the invader.

Better prime her first, Jack muttered to himself, spitting in the palm 
of his hand. Then he slicked down his cock with the thick salvia. 
Moving forward while still kneeling, Jack wrapped his arms around 
Lydia's shaking shoulders, slowly lowering himself down on the woman's 
concave back until he was sandwiching her between Tina and himself. 
The brunette cried out. She was being crushed. But neither Jack nor 
Lydia seemed to notice.

The blonde felt her clitty sparking with pre-orgasmic spasms. 
Stretching and pulling taut as it rubbed against the short brown cuntal 
curls surrounding Tina's snatch. At the same time she could feel 
Jack's fat balls dragging across the rounded fleshy bottoms of her full 
buttcheeks. Chills of excited expectation raced through her mind as 
the tip of the big man's fully extended cock pressed against the brown 
wrinkled skin surrounding her shitter.

"UHHHHH! AAAAHHH!" Lydia gasped out, feeling the air leave her lungs 
as Jack rolled forward, hiking his muscular hips up. Then lowered them 
back to Lydia's ass while driving his prick into the blonde's waiting 
asshole.

"Jesus! Almost like fucking a watermelon!" Jack panted, much to the 
amusement of the other two men.

Lydia wanted to tell them she'd been ass-fucked by Tom, a man whose 
cock was almost twice the size of the one being shoved in her now. But 
she didn't want to give them any ammunition. She was better off if 
they knew nothing about Tom now. Maybe later their ignorance would 
come in handy.

"Ohhhh!" the blonde cried as she felt her ass being drilled deeper and 
deeper by Jack's sinking, reaming cock. She could feel his egg-like 
fuck sacs resting on her buttocks, then flatten out as his groin rested 
fully on her thighs. His fat dickroot was pressing against the 
stretched wrinkled lips of her shitchute. She could feel his hot cock 
twitching and jerking inside her bowels.

It was like having a hot enema spurting in her body, reaming and 
digging at her sensitive gut. Beneath her Tina cried out, gasping for 
air, trying vainly to push Lydia and her companion off.

But it was useless. The young blonde student was frantically rubbing 
her pussy back and forth. Sliding her clit-stalk over and over the top 
furry junction of Tina's fleshy outer labes she strained her neck and 
cried she was cumming. At the same time she raised her thighs and 
squeezed her asscheeks together, rotating them in tiny circles and 
milking at Jack's helpless cock.

The young shoemaker closed his eyelids tightly and sucked in a ragged 
breath. For a second Lydia felt a flash of power. Her tormentor was 
now in her power if only for a few seconds. She now realized what they 
were experiencing when they had her pinned helpless to some floor or 
wall, torturing her and laughing. She was torturing Jack in a way, 
bringing him up to climax, then relaxing, soothing him down only to 
fire him up faster than before.

He cried out, hanging his head limply between his muscular shoulders 
while sweat streaked his forehead and cheeks. He held her firm thighs 
tightly, riding her like a bronc-buster, jerking his powerful hips 
forward and down and driving his cock in and out of the screaming 
woman.

In an instant his head was tossed back and a grunting yelp came from 
his mouth. While Lydia was cumming on Tina, Jack was firing his jizz 
into the writhing blonde's dancing ass.



Chapter 9


Jack has just finished dumping his spunk to Lydia's aching shitter. 
Rotating his thighs around a few times he milked out the last few drops 
of hot cum before squeezing his hairy asscheeks and cock out of the 
woman's bung.

"Ohhhh!" Lydia shuddered, her shoulders and chest shaking violently 
from the hot flashes radiating from her rectum. Tina lay quietly 
underneath her. Occasional sobs of shame and frustration escaped her 
shallow breathing.

"The blonde's all primed up for that fuckin' dog, where is he?" Rick 
asked, putting his hands on his thighs and looking around the barn 
disgustedly. Jack stepped back and slipped his limp prick back into 
his Levi's and zipped up.

"He's your dog," Doug said, moving to the door to go look for the 
animal. "Some guard dog," Rick mumbled. "All he does is fuck women."

"And whose fault's that?" Doug said. All three men burst out laughing. 
They made a few insulting remarks to Lydia before walking from the 
barn.

As the three of them shouted for the animal, Lydia talked quickly and 
softly to Tina. "I almost made it to the river. Once you get there 
it's just a short run to the forest and the highway. Can you run?" she 
asked breathlessly.

"I-I think so," Tina said, moving a little painfully as Lydia pushed 
herself off the small brunette's body. "They didn't beat me too 
badly."

"They're coming back in! We'll have to wait for another chance. But 
that's the only way we'll get out of here in one piece," Lydia 
whispered. She rolled off her friend completely and rested on her ass 
as the three men and the Irish Setter walked into the barn. The big 
animal recognized both women immediately. His bushy tail started to 
wag furiously as he dropped his jaw and panted.

"He wants one of you again. But this time we'll make it a little 
different," Rick said. His friends stared hotly at the two naked, 
cringing women.

"Get on your hands and knees," Jack said to Lydia and Tina. Both women 
had no choice. They reluctantly obeyed, trying to ignore the obscene 
remarks from the men as they pushed their bodies into a crouching 
position with their fleshy asses facing the men.

Lydia's skin crawled with fear. Goosebumps appeared on her belly, ass 
and arms as she waited for some new humiliation and sexual brutality. 
She heard the men talking softly behind them.

Turning to Tina she saw her friend's face reflecting the same horrified 
thoughts going through her own mind. The straw bit into her knees and 
palms while her big titties nearly touched the dirty floor beneath her. 
Tina's small boobs hung like tiny pendants from her chest while her 
rich brown hair covered her agonized face.

"Wonder if his boner would fit in here?" Rick blurted out, reaching 
forward and jamming his right index finger into Tina's asshole up to 
the second digit. The brunette's eyes bulged out in painful surprise. 
Her lower jaw dropped while her nostrils flared like a startled 
horse's. A gurgling groan ripped from her throat as her body 
shuddered. With a wail she staggered forward, catching herself with a 
sob when Rick warned her to stay still.

"Go on, boy," Doug urged the prancing Setter.

"No! Not again!" Tina cried, jerking her head to one side and flashing 
a look of helpless despair at Lydia. The blonde wished she could do 
something to help her friend. But her position was just as rough as 
that of the brunette.

The big dog ran across the barn, stopping only for a second to sniff at 
Tina's trembling ass. Then he leapt up and wrapped his hairy forepaws 
tightly around the groaning woman's belly.

Lydia watched in horror as the dog flattened his head against Tina's 
hunching back while his bushy tail wagged back and forth, brushing the 
girl's trembling asscheeks. Lydia moved slightly around to get a 
better look. The dog's familiar prong was quickly slipping out of its 
tight-fitting sheath. Soon its small jouncing balls and that huge knot 
at the far end of the boner were visible. All the tiny and large 
knobs, all the thick blue veins standing out from the dark red slick 
surface of the funnel-shaped prong burned themselves into Lydia's 
spinning mind as she watched her friend.

"I can't! I can't!" Tina sobbed out in a tight, choked voice.

"You've got to," Lydia whispered encouragingly, feeling a strange 
feeling of mixed horror and desire. To actually wish to see her friend 
fuck this way was something the woman couldn't admit openly even to 
herself. Yet nonetheless she could feel her quim getting warm and wet 
all over once more. She watched Tina's face grow red and tight with 
painful expectation. She watched the Irish Setter's body tremble with 
excitement while his prong jabbed and slid against the smaller woman's 
buttocks in search of that velvety snatch. Lydia felt her twat heat up 
like a stoked blast furnace.

"Lydia! Oh my God! He's aiming for my ass!" Tina cried, jerking her 
head toward her friend once more as she felt the animal's stiff knotty 
dork slip up her asscrack past her cunny toward her shitter.

"Stop it!" Lydia cried. But the men had no intention. While Jack and 
Doug watched Tina cringe and cry under the animal's brutal assault Rick 
walked up behind Lydia, unzipping his trousers and pulling out his 
cock.

"You're so worried about her, maybe you ought to think about yourself," 
he said, moving around to the side while wrapping his fingers in her 
tangled blonde hair. "You started to blow me a couple hours ago. 
Let's finish the job."

"Oh God!" Tina cried, her teeth chattering from the pain as the animal 
poised his pointed knob at the opening of her tight little shitter. 
The claws of his forepaws scratched her little titties while he moved 
his head up, opening his powerful jaws, nipping her playfully just 
behind the right ear. Tina, however, didn't enjoy his little love play 
and cried out in fear and pain. The big dog wagged his tail, thinking 
he had properly excited her as he'd done so many other times with bitch 
dogs. Moving his trembling hindquarters rapidly behind her ass, the 
Setter hunched back his powerful thighs, then rammed forward.

Whether or not he realized he was fucking the wrong hole Tina and the 
others couldn't figure out. He speared her bunghole mightily with his 
powerful dork, forcing the sphincter to give way under his vicious 
assault. Tina's belly sagged, then contracted as tears welled up in 
her eyes and spilled onto her cheeks. Short, raspy breaths tore from 
her mouth as her arms shuddered from the pain behind her.

Lydia was faring little better. Rick had his cock fully out, his 
Levi's wrapped tightly around his spread legs while his balls hung 
freely just under his thick dong. The blonde was still on all fours, 
her head turned up to watch what Rick was going to do next. Rick 
looked down menacingly, stroking his cock while fingering his balls 
lightly with the other hand.

Without saying a word he stepped forward, holding his red-tipped dong 
in front of Lydia's parted lips. The blonde knew what he wanted. For 
a second she thought of closing her full lips over the head, then 
biting down as hard as she could with her sharp front teeth. That 
would fix him! It would also provide a distraction long enough for the 
two of them ... maybe ... to get free of these animals.

But Tina, she was trapped by that big animal, that huge Irish Setter 
covering her like a thick hairy blanket. He was driving his prong into 
her shitter. Tina couldn't move quickly enough to take care of a 
split-second advantage. No, Lydia thought, she would have to wait for 
another opportunity.

Reluctantly she opened her mouth fully, leaning forward while squatting 
more on her hindquarters. She could see the salty, bleachy jizz 
starting to leak out of the long slit at the end of the dome-shaped 
dickhead. Lydia stuck out her tongue, letting some of it drop on her 
tongue. She thought if she could just get used to the idea of sucking 
this filthy man's cock it would make the disgusting act more easy for 
her. "Hey, whatcha waitin' for?"

Lydia sighed, then started sucking up the cum as Rick rocked back and 
forth, closing his eyes and moaning deep guttural sounds in his throat. 
That dick jabbed against the back of her throat as it kept on swelling 
with every lip-motion Lydia made. Rick started to hunch faster, 
fucking his cock faster and harder in and out of the blonde's mouth. 
The force of his cock blows made her titties jiggle back and forth 
while her cheeks puffed out, then sank in when the dick was withdrawn. 
From Rick's heavy breathing Lydia could see he was close to cumming. 
She sighed almost with relief, thanking God he was about to pop off. 
That would be one less horror she would have to put up with.

"Ohhh, you're good, baby," Rick said, leaning forward while stopping 
his mouth-fucking for a few seconds. He was gasping for breath, 
squeezing his eyelids shut and fighting for control. Lydia kept her 
tongue flicking around the base of his thick cock, trying desperately 
to bring him off. She even raised both hands, cupping his balls in her 
palms and rolling the hot, hairy nuts gently back and forth. Yet he 
didn't cum. He was restraining himself from the temptation.

While Rick's cock rested inside Lydia's hot, wet mouth the Irish 
Setter's cock was making progress into Tina's reluctant ass. The girl 
sucked in a breath of air, held it, then blew it out in a choking gasp 
only to draw in another gulp of air while sobbing and choking with pain 
and despair. Tears flowed freely from her bulging eyes. Sweat 
trickled from her forehead and down from her shaking arms. Her 
pinched, red face showed the agony and horror the young woman felt as 
the big animal drove more doggie inches into her shitter. Her cunny 
throbbed violently--not so much from pleasure as from genuine pain in 
her buttcheeks.

The claws of the dog's large forepaws were raking her titties and upper 
chest with long, red scratch marks. Knob after knob slid into her ass 
while the animal's powerful, furry body rose a fell against Tina's 
arched back. She cried out for God to help her. Gradually her 
sphincter relaxed, accommodating more and more of that animal cock.

"Oh no, no, no," Tina groaned over and over, shaking her head back and 
forth slowly between her sagging shoulders. Her legs trembled and 
threatened to give way more than once as another big cock-lump plopped 
past her shithole lips and drove down deep into her bowels.

The brunette managed to keep control until she felt the big knob brush 
up against her shitter. When the Setter was trying to work that knot 
into her ass the young woman cried out with pain. The burning, tearing 
sensation in her bowels was too much. She thrashed as much as she 
could, lurching forward and falling on her face.

The Setter growled viciously, holding onto her chest tightly with his 
paws while he moved quickly with the stumbling, staggering woman. He 
gave up trying to drive his big knot into her ass. The hole was too 
tight and small for entry. Instead he began his regular fucking 
motions, pulling his spear-shaped prong in and out of her little 
shitchute.

Tina turned her head to one side, closing her eyes tightly and letting 
out short, raspy gasps. She felt a fire building up quickly in her 
ass. She squeezed and relaxed her buttocks. Alternately rocking them 
back and forth as the dog's screwing began to change her horror into a 
mild kind of delight. Her right cheek scraped back and forth across 
the dirty ground as the dog's fucking rocked her body backward and 
forward. Vainly Tina tried to push her body up, but her strength had 
been sapped by the struggle with the animal. She simply let the dog 
fuck her ass faster and harder.

Lydia meanwhile was having trouble bringing Rick off. She wanted that 
man out of her mouth and realized the only way she could do it was to 
make him cum.

But the guard refused to be brought off so easily. Stopping several 
times when he was close to the brink, he would tear at the roots of her 
hair whenever she sucked hard and tried to stroke his cock into 
shooting with her flicking tongue. While Tina was being ravaged 
brutally by the big Irish Setter next to her, Lydia could do nothing. 
Except wait for the next signal from Rick when she could start sucking 
him and hopefully end this horrible sex-play as soon as possible.

"Now, baby, now. Oh yeah, that mouth of yours is unreal," Rick said in 
a choked whisper as he started running his spit-slicked cock in and out 
her mouth.

Lydia groaned, gagging and choking as rivulets of spittle bubbled from 
around the corners of her stretched lips and trickled down her chin and 
throat. She swirled her tongue around the underside of the dickhead 
until the shaft started bouncing against the insides of her puffed-out 
cheeks. The blonde moved her head back and forth more furiously, 
flicking her tongue faster and faster. She could taste more jizz 
spilling out of his jerking rod.

Lydia milked Rick's balls more rhythmically now, squeezing the fat, 
leathery nuts gently between her fingers and feeling them tighten 
against his fat dickroot. She prayed to God they would cut loose with 
their load so she could get her mouth off that sickening prong.

"UHHHHHHH!" Rick suddenly cried out, feeling his jizz shooting down the 
full length of his prick and packing down in his cockhead before 
jetting out in the first long spurt of his cum. He gripped the 
blonde's head tightly with both hands, holding her face hard against 
his smelly, sweaty, hairy groin as he began firing his cum into her 
mouth.

Lydia coughed and gagged, spitting out a mixture of her spittle and his 
bleachy jizz from around the corners of her mouth as she felt the 
sticky cum spurt against the back of her throat.

It was revolting. She wanted to reach up and scratch his face off. 
She wanted to clamp down her teeth onto that prick and bite it off, 
spitting it in his startled and pained face. Yet all she did was kneel 
there, smell his horrible crotch, and spit out his shooting jizz. At 
least this blow-job was over.



Chapter 10


For Lydia the ordeal was over for a while. She rocked back on her 
heels, sitting on her legs and turning her face away from the 
triumphant Rick. She held her belly tightly and spat out the remainder 
of his jizz on to the floor. She felt her face flushing, while the big 
man flicked his cock free of the last drop of jizz, then slipped it 
back into his tight-fitting trousers.

"Not bad head, but I've had better," he commented as he turned to watch 
Tina's final throes of agony. The brunette was humping back against 
the big dog now. He was pile-driving his cock into her asshole. His 
rubbery red prong was slick with its own juices as it pulled the 
shitter out then moved it back in. In and out, in and out, faster and 
faster the Setter's prong fucked the brunette's ass. Lydia turned 
around and watched in growing fascination as Tina's fingers clawed the 
loose dirt and hay of the barn floor. A thin film of perspiration 
coated her belly, legs and arms. Her head shook violently as she felt 
her clitty shaft stiffening under the animal's brutal attack. She 
wasn't about to cum. But just to feel her cunny heating up again was a 
pleasure.

"Ohhh!" Tina cried, smiling a weak smile at Lydia. Then one look at 
the blonde's startled face brought her back to reality. Fucked in the 
ass and by a dog! She dragged her hands to her face, covering her eyes 
in shame as the Setter howled, reached forward and nipped the back of 
her neck.

Shrieking with pain and fear Tina lurched forward once more to try to 
escape the prong. But it was too late. She felt the animal's dick 
jerk violently several times, then balloon out. In an instant she felt 
his long, wet spurts shooting into her ass. It was like getting an 
enema of hot, thick syrup. She cried out. Her shrieks becoming low 
throaty moans of horror as the Setter growled and fired over and over 
again the hot load in his big hot nuts.

"God! God! God!" Tina cried as she felt the shots of cum die down. 
The big Setter pulled out of her ass quickly. Moving alongside Lydia 
and curling up next to her thigh he began licking his shrinking cock.

"Okay blondie, you're next," Rick said to Lydia as Tina fell onto her 
belly, then rolled on her side. She curled up in a fetal position, 
hugging her knees against her small child-like titties and sobbed 
softly to herself.

"What? What now? What in God's name can you do to me?" Lydia asked 
defiantly. She had been so violated, humiliated and degraded the blond 
felt there was little else they could do to humiliate her more.

"Come on. Jack, you stay with the little brunette. You like her 
anyway," Rick said, jerking his head up in a gesture for Lydia to 
follow him.

She had been so conditioned by his domination of her spirit that she 
followed him obediently from the barn with Doug.

"We'll let you go after this. It's the last thing," Rick said. Lydia 
felt her heart leap up with joy. She and Tina didn't have to worry 
about escaping. They'd let them go. She wanted to get away. To hide 
her face in shame from the rest of the world forever. They could go on 
doing what they were doing in this compound for as long as they liked. 
All she wanted was to get away in one piece with her friend.

"Right there," Rick said, stopping in front of a far stall. They had 
walked some time in silence out into the cold night air. Lydia was 
still naked and felt her flesh puckering from contact with the brisk 
temperature. She had been hugging her titties and rubbing her upper 
arms to generate heat. Her ankle still bothered her and the stones cut 
into her feet. They had walked past the garden, along the path she had 
come up earlier from the town square. Several stalls stood on the left 
side of the path. Most were empty. A few had chickens, a rooster and 
an occasional goat or two sitting peacefully on the hay.

Lydia couldn't understand what Rick was talking about until they 
reached the last stall. A small hurricane lamp hung from a wooden peg 
high on the rear wall. Enough light was thrown in the stall for the 
blonde to see a large jackass standing peacefully in the middle. In an 
instant Lydia could see it was a male. His large rounded cock was 
covered with pieces of straw and stubble while his long tail swished 
contentedly back and forth.

"What ...?" she began, then turned and looked at Rick and Doug smirking 
at her.

"Jack doesn't have the stomach for this. But there ain't nothing like 
seeing a woman strap on old Tim here," Rick said, reaching down and 
grabbing Lydia by the wrists at the same time. In a flash the blonde 
realized what they were going to do to her.

"Oh God! No!" she cried, staggering back as far as she could. She 
pulled away wildly. She thrashed her body back and forth, her hanging 
titties swaying back and forth from the violence of her struggle. 
Lydia cried out, sobbing and choking as she tried to twist her way free 
of Rick's hard grip. But he held on to her too tightly. Quickly he 
and Doug pushed her into the stall, stroking the big jackass' neck 
slowly while telling Lydia not make so much noise.

"It'll be easier if you don't fight. Tim here's a might scared of 
women who shake around. A couple have been hurt," Rick warned.

"You've done this before to others?" Lydia cried out in disbelieving 
horror, her eyes going from man to man, then finally resting on the 
soft, big brown eyes of the staring jackass.

His thick upper lip was peeled back, a revealing row of strong, 
yellowed teeth. It looked like an insane grin. She felt her skin 
crawl as she looked down and saw the animal's funnel-shaped cock begin 
to twitch. They had done nothing. But her naked appearance in the 
stall was enough to excite the beast.

"Tina ...?" she started to ask, looking searchingly at the men.

"Too small. But you're just right," Rick said pinning her arms tightly 
behind her and holding them against her back as he moved her to the 
animal's head. Lydia cringed back, turning her head as she felt the 
jackass' warm, moist breath blow against her titties. She felt her 
pussy wink shut with horror as the donkey brayed loudly twice, then 
stepped hesitatingly forward and opened his powerful mouth.

Was he going to take a bite out of her jugs? She would put nothing 
past him or these men behind her. Instead she watched as his bright 
pink tongue fell from his rubbery lips, then moved upward as it lapped 
her titties.

"UGGHHH!" Lydia cried, her spine crawling with sickening revulsion as 
she felt his hot spittle dribble across her belly and titties. The 
force of that sandy lick pushed her boobs almost up to her throat, then 
let them jiggle down to their original position.

The cool night breeze made the wet spittle coating her titties feel as 
if it were freezing to her goosefleshed skin. The mule backed away and 
stared at her, braying once more as he saw her eyes rolling wildly.

"Oh God! Don't make me do that with him! Please, don't!" Lydia 
pleaded. But her pleas met only with laughter.

The jackass moved forward again, sticking his tongue out once more and 
lapping at the woman's belly. Lydia shuddered as that incredibly 
thick, rough-feeling tongue slid across her navel, bathing her lower 
stomach in a thick layer of saliva. He lapped and lapped again, 
occasionally rubbing his thick rubbery lips against her flesh. The 
blonde could feel his thick, stone-like teeth against her skin.

"Okay honey, around to the back. Doug, you hold him until he gets used 
to her," Rick said as he pushed Lydia roughly to the mule's rounded 
asscheeks.

"You bastard!" she mumbled through her clenched teeth as she stumbled 
around, then fell on to her knees. Rick told her to stroke him hard. 
When she refused, he boxed her ears, then shoved her down roughly. 
Breathing heavily, feeling as if the sky were about to fall in on her, 
the blonde pushed herself back up from the ground. She brushed back 
her hair, then scooted closer to the animal's stomping hindquarters and 
reached up toward the mule's hanging cock and balls.

She almost retched at the stench of stale shit and piss wafting from 
under the moving jackass' big, black, ball-shaped sacs. His belly 
heaved and his sides drew in and out with excitement. Rick said 
nothing, occasionally looking at Doug up front and winking as Lydia 
moved the back of her fingers up and down over the leathery foreskin of 
the mule's prick.

While Rick told her to hurry up, Lydia moved her hands up and slid them 
under the mule's twitching balls. She felt the stiff hairs sticking 
from the undersides of his balls as she reached for the animal's semi-
rigid cock. As soon as her fingertips brushed against the monstrous 
stalk, the mule brayed again and shook with excitement.

Doug said something soothing in the jackass' pricked ears and stroked 
his powerful neck while Lydia kept moving her hands up and down the 
mule's prick.

"You're getting him going," Rick said mockingly. Lydia looked up. The 
animal's belly was heaving up and down more rhythmically while she 
could feel his prick start to grow hot and stiff under her 
manipulation. His previous stomping stopped. He stood quietly, his 
brown eyes glistening with excitement while he enjoyed the blonde's 
jacking off.

"Go on and lick on that stick," Rick said reaching down and pushing her 
head toward the stiff prong.

Lydia felt her belly turn over. But what could she do? Holding the 
big dark-brown rounded head with both hands and lowering her head down 
to its level, the gasping, gulping woman twisted around until her lips 
were opposite the foul-smelling dickhead.

It was almost the same size as a human male's although the stalk 
directly above it was much longer and certainly much rougher to the 
touch. Sucking in a deep breath Lydia opened her mouth, fighting down 
the desire to gag as she took the big, brown bulbous cockhead into her 
mouth.

"Yeah," Rick said in a long, low sigh as he reached between his legs 
and started massaging his stiffening prong.

To see a woman humiliated this way, to actually see a woman getting it 
on with an animal of this size was his biggest turn-on. He'd kill to 
see something like this. And God only knows how many times he had 
forced women to perform this degrading, insulting, horrifying act for 
him and his friends.

Lydia said nothing as she took just the first few hot inches of mule-
meat into her mouth. It was hot and tough-tasting, not at all like the 
feel and taste of Rick's prong. She let her front teeth scrape gently 
along on the jackass' dick as her hand rubbed across the hot hairy 
bottoms of Tim's sacs.

This time the mule balked, braying loudly once more while his body 
quivered with excitement. The mule seemed to be enjoying this new 
experience. His brown, thick dickstalk was fully extended, the 
foreskin fitting tightly around the steel-hard inner core. Almost 
every wrinkle had been pulled smooth by the stretching of his prick. 
"Let's go," Rick said, peering around the jackass' shoulders at Jack.

"Come on, babe," Doug said, laughing as he moved quickly around the 
mule's hanging head and grabbed at her right leg.

"Oh God," Lydia cried, resigned to her fate as she let the dickhead 
slip out from between her lips. She twisted her head around, rotating 
her ass as she threw out her hands and tried to scratch her assailants. 
No, she couldn't let herself be willingly fucked by that horrible 
animal.

"Come on," Rick repeated, raising his hand and holding it threateningly 
above her head. "You haven't fought off the rest of the shit we did to 
you. This is just a piece of cake for a bitch like you."

Lydia felt the blow of that remark. It was true. She'd come into 
Sturbridge Village as just another college coed, in fact more innocent 
than most. And in a few hours she had been changed into unchained 
nympho.

The shock of that realization made her relax, and that was all Rick and 
Doug needed. Twisting her around they knocked her once more to her 
knees, dazing the blonde while they rolled her to her hands and feet. 
While Rick held her down Doug walked to one corner of the stall and 
pulled out an overturned orange crate. Sliding it under the animal he 
forced Lydia's legs up on the splintered top surface. Both men had 
trouble keeping her steady until she regained full consciousness.

"You stay up there, baby," Rick said, keeping his head down under the 
mule's underbelly. Lydia felt the animal's stomach pressing down hard 
against her back. Her ass was tilted high up in the air and pressing 
against the inner thighs of the braying animal. She could feel his 
thick cock brushing against her right leg.

A thrill of horror rippled through her body. It was almost done. The 
final, ultimate, horrible fuck.

Lydia sobbed in horror as she felt the hot, tough skin of the mule's 
dick bounce against her pussy-lips.

"No, no, no!" she cried, wishing time would fly by so she could get 
through this incident quickly. Sucking in a deep breath, Lydia waited 
for the beginning of her ordeal.

"I was gonna tell you to relax, baby, but you've taken so much in your 
cunt you won't have any trouble," Rick jeered. Lydia shuddered again 
when she felt that slick, thick meaty dickhead press up against her 
pussy-lips. The men were pulling her closer toward the cock.

The big mule meanwhile was swaying back and forth, stomping his 
hindquarters as he was trying to get his cock into what he knew was a 
hot slit for him. Unlike a dog, the jackass couldn't maneuver so well. 
Lydia was crouching on the crate but the cock of that animal was longer 
than the Setter's and thus was harder to be pulled back into the 
blonde's snatch.

Yet somehow old Tim was making it. Lydia let out a low groan of 
despair as she felt that big knob press harder against her cunt-lips. 
She could feel those outer labes being pushed in, puckering down with 
the pressure from the jackass' dick.

Her belly heaved. Her lungs expanded until she thought they would blow 
apart. Every muscle in her body stretched painfully and tensed as the 
animal continued to push its dick against her reluctant twat.

"OHHHHHH!" Lydia cried, her body shaking mightily as she felt the 
bulbous tip slide easily into her box after the muscles ringing her 
pussy collapsed and surrendered to the pressure.

"Just like taking a regular cock," Rick sarcastically as he watched 
that near-black dickmeat slide slowly but steadily past her rosy cunt-
lips into her box. Lydia's legs trembled but remained on the crate as 
the mule's prick disappeared into the depths of her welcoming body.

Rick was excited as hell now. He pulled down his zipper once more and 
pulled out his prick. Even though he had just cum minutes ago he was 
jacking off once more. His eyes riveted onto the fucking scene inches 
in front of him. Doug too was fascinated, massaging his cock through 
his thick Levi's material while the blonde continued to swallow more 
mule-meat in her snatch.

The dick was sinking into her with audible squishy sounds. She felt as 
if some giant rod were being stuck into her, stuffing her while 
splitting her apart. She felt the breath go out of her as sweat 
slicked down every inch of her body.

"UHHHH!" Lydia cried as half the jackass' dick was finally buried in 
her. She held her breath, then let it out with a gasp as she fought to 
keep from screaming. Her ass hurt. Her titties throbbed as if she 
were being fucked by a man. The mule's cock slid further up her 
snatch.

"Stop it! Oh God! Please stop it!" Lydia cried. How much more 
dickmeat was there to go? Every inch driven into her made her brain 
burn with more and more terror. What would happen to her? Were they 
going to make him cum inside her? Wouldn't an animal's cockjuice 
infect her somehow? Wouldn't all that hot, milky cum spattering inside 
her violated twat do something to her as a woman? She tried to blot 
out the horrors that might await her in the future as the mule buried 
the final inches of his leathery dork in her snatch.

"Look at her. She can't get enough," Rick taunted.

Lydia indeed looked as if she were turning on to the beast. Her eyes 
were glazed over, rolling around in her head. Sweat streamed freely 
from her forehead and under her arms. She slid her tightly clenching 
pussy up and down the animal's stiff, throbbing rod.

"Uhhhhh!" Lydia cried again as her belly tightened with revulsion.

The mule started backing up, then moving forward. In and out, in and 
out, faster and faster the mule's jerking dork reamed out Lydia's 
tight-clenching snatch, stretching it to an unbelievable width as her 
shrieks turned to sobs of horror.

"Yeah, babe, yeah," Rick moaned, jerking his stiff cock to orgasm. He 
was turning on to her sick humiliation, to the bestiality he was 
forcing on her.

She tried to turn her head away from the man but found a sick 
fascination in his red, sweaty, excited face. They were all taking 
part in an unholy act of perversion, and there was a kind of ugly 
brotherhood in it.

"OHHHH!" Lydia groaned, her head hanging down now until her chin was 
touching her upper chest. She could feel the mule swaying drunkenly 
against her back and legs. She could feel his jerking prong, 
vibrating, swelling and throbbing inside her. It felt as if he were 
about to shoot his load in her. Then it came. A fat, sticky 
cannonball of mule-cum spurting out of his buried dickhead and 
spattering against her stretched, slick cuntal walls. Then another 
came and another until Lydia could feel her snatch being stuffed up 
with the animal cock-liquid.

AHHH!" she cried in horror as the mule brayed in triumph. His sleek 
body shook with passion. His sides heaved in and out faster and faster 
as the veins surrounding his dickroot expanded fully with lust. The 
cumming lasted several seconds. The animal's balls dumped their load 
into Lydia's pussy.

When he had finished, Rick and Doug quickly moved under the animal, 
dragging Lydia roughly away. Tim moved to the far end of the stall and 
leaned heavily against the side wall.

Rick's cock was still standing out stiff from the opening in his fly. 
With donkey jizz still leaking from between her flabby cunt-lips Rick 
threw the woman down on her knees, twisted her flush face up and shoved 
his dork into her mouth again. Without fully realizing it Lydia was 
swallowing the cum again.

Retching and spitting out Rick's cum, Lydia then found herself in 
Doug's tight grip. His hands roughly held her head while he unzipped 
his trousers. He yanked out his thin but very long prick and shoved in 
between her compressed lips. He only had to jab his cock in and out of 
her mouth twice before his jizz spurted down into her belly.

Both men zipped up, looking at one another and then at Lydia.

"Okay babes, you can get out of here," Rick said, bending down and 
picking her up. Lydia said nothing, still spitting out the pungent-
tasting jizz from her mouth. Cum still trickled down from her sore 
snatch-lips, down her inner thighs to her ankles.

"What makes you think we won't go to the authorities?" Lydia blurted 
out. She realized planting ideas like that wasn't the wisest thing to 
do. Yet after her disgusting humiliation she felt she had to get some 
kind of revenge over these men.

"You won't. Just what would you tell them? You think you could sit 
through a rape trial? Especially this kind of rape trial? Baby, we'd 
give every detail of what happened. You might get us convicted, but 
what'd they think about you and your friend getting it on with dogs and 
mules? You wouldn't be able to go nowhere with that hanging over your 
heads," Rick reasoned as they marched the blonde back to the barn.

Lydia thought over what he had said as she walked into the warm 
building and hurried over to her semi-conscious friend. Yes, the same 
thought had occurred to her earlier. But if no one said anything these 
men would continue trapping young women, doing whatever they wanted to 
them without worry of being exposed. Someone would have to testify. 
But who? Would she have the courage to sacrifice her life for justice?

Fortunately that question was almost answered for her in the next few 
seconds. While she was pulling Tina up from the straw and the three 
men stood by the half opened door there was the sound of running 
footsteps outside. Doug, Jack and Rick wheeled around just in time to 
see Tom and four other men from the compound run in. There was a brief 
scuffle ending in the subduing of all three tormentors.

"Tom, oh God, I ..." Lydia said, rising slowly to her feet and staring 
at the big man. Tina covered her face in shame, falling into a 
crumpled, defeated heap while her friend stared blankly at the men.

"Don't say anything," Tom cautioned her.

"How did you know? Why did you take so long?" Lydia said almost 
angrily. If they known about what was going on, which they obviously 
did now, why did they wait until now to break in? Every degrading 
thing possible had been done to her and her friend. She and Tina might 
as well go home without saying anything more. There was little they 
could do now.

"Sorry. I didn't know what was happening until the police department 
stopped by the main entrance a little while ago. Seems I fell asleep 
after we ..." Tom hesitated a bit, lowering his head and blushing.

Lydia giggled nervously. After what she and Tina had been through in 
the past few hours, that kind of bashfulness seemed out of place.

"After that, I fell asleep. Then when I got up, and started for the 
main entrance for my car I saw the cops coming in. Seems that one 
didn't radio in proper and the police were curious. They needed some 
help getting around the grounds and I offered to guide. We got up to 
the farm and saw you coming out of the stall with those guys. We 
figured something was up. Say, what were they doing with you in 
there?" Tom asked, tilting his head to one side and wrinkling up his 
forehead.

Lydia felt her head spin and her face flush as Rick, Doug and Jack 
laughed furiously. In the next few minutes the blonde and her friend 
were treated to the ultimate humiliation as the three men in tandem 
related what had happened and how the women had reacted.

Lydia watched the looks of horror creep over the men's faces as they 
turned their eyes from the men to the women, then back to the men 
again.

"Whew!" Tom said, shaking his head back and forth after they'd 
finished. "I don't know."

"We're willing to testify," Lydia suddenly blurted out.

"What?" everyone cried.

"It's no use, Tina. I'm not going to let these animals go on with 
this. I'll go to court."

"It'll be hell for you," Tom warned as the police led Rick, Doug and 
Jack out of the barn.

"I just can't let them go on like this," Lydia said, feeling shame at 
her nakedness now.

"Here," Tom said, looking around and finding several woolen blankets 
stacked up in a corner of the barn. He opened them and covered both 
Lydia and her friend.

"You think there'll be any kind of normal life for me after it's all 
over?" Lydia asked as Tom led her and Tina from the barn.

"I'll do what I can to make sure there will be one," Tom said 
consolingly, putting his arm around the trembling young blonde. As 
Lydia leaned her head against the big man's shoulder and followed him 
back to the main gate she was sure his words would come true.


The End