At the first gray light of dawn the planes and helicopters pressed into the search by Big Daddy climbed into the sky and headed for their assigned area. By the time the sun was fully shining, they were already beginning their systematic search.
And when the sun rose, Suzie woke from her troubled sleep. She found herself lying in a large comfortable bed, in a small spotlessly clean room. At first she was confused, but in seconds recalled her circumstances. She sat up and wondered that she felt rested at all.
The morning sunlight came through a skylight in the ceiling. Obviously she was on the top floor. She glanced about curiously, taking in everything with cool analytic eyes. There was nothing there except her large bed and a chair on which lay her white robe. She was naked in the bed.
Cautiously she got up and stretched her body. The horrors of the evening before had used none of her stamina or taken anything from her physically. A set of drapes by the bed hid a window, shuttered and bared. She used her strength to test them and found they were strong and secure. The only door was, of course, locked.
Silently she sat on the edge of the bed and tried to organize her thoughts clearly, but her meditations were soon interrupted by the clacking sounds of a helicopter overhead. She looked up and stared through the skylight. Though the panes were dirty she could see the markings on the copter when it flew over. "State Patrol," she thought, and intuitively knew they were looking for her. "Either Cindy or Liddy got through to Daddy."
This realization comforted her, but only minimally. She knew that a systematic search without clues could take days. She had no idea how much her father knew and guessed it was probably very little. Unless of course, Cindy had followed her, was all right, and was the one who sounded the alarm.
Quietly Suzie sat down again and resumed her thoughts. But in moments she was again interrupted. There was a sharp knock on the door, a key rattled and in stepped the woman whom Suzie had already identified as the Librarian. Behind were two other women. They wore their red robes again, open at the front. Critically Suzie evaluated their figures. Not one of the three was beautiful, but all had figures good enough to be fuckable in most men's eyes.
"Well I see you're up already. That's good Suzie. How do you feel?" the librarian asked pleasantly, like any hostess to a guest.
"I feel all right, thank you," the girl answered mechanically. "And you?"
"Why very fine, thank you Suzie," the blonde said, smiling sweetly, "in fact I feel extra good this morning. We're looking forward to today. And now we've come to take you to your bath so that you'll be nice and fresh for today's fun. Please come with us."
Suzie obeyed and in a few moments she was lying in sunken tub while the three ladies meticulously bathed her. They were taking obvious pleasure in her smooth young body, Somehow she was able to ignore them and find comfort in the hot water. The warm tub seemed to help her nervousness and anxiety.
Nate walked in and placed himself on a small stool without ceremony. He looked at the young beauty before him and smiled. "You'll be happy to know Suzie that your sister's all right. A bad cut on the head but nothing serious."
"What's happened to her?" Suzie asked angrily, a worried expression on her face. The abductor laughed mildly.
"Just as we both thought last night, but didn't tell each other. She wrecked the car where the washed out bridge was. You didn't really think I'd believe you came without her protection? I knew your father wouldn't have allowed it, hut I also knew the reputation you girls have around town. So it would have had to be Cindy who was behind us. When I heard the noise I knew we had her."
"When we arrived, I had two of the fellows go back and fetch her. She was unconscious and caused no trouble. They covered up the car too so that it can't be seen from the air or the ground without knowing where to look. You've heard the helicopters out searching for you, haven't you? I didn't figure it'd be long before they came around."
Quietly the young teenager closed her eyes and sighed. The news wasn't good but at least now she knew where she stood, Liddy would have been the one to alert Daddy, but she would have little idea where to search for her two pals.
"What are you going to do with Cindy?" asked the girl finally.
"Don't know. She's of no use to us today, but we can probably have some fun with her for a couple of nights before we have to get rid of her. Of course she can't live, But at least it'll be nice to have her here with you this evening when we kill you."
The young brunette could think of nothing else to say. Nate stood up smartly and headed for the door. "We'll be waiting for her downstairs as soon as you ladies finish," he called over his shoulder to the three women.
"She's ready now," one replied, "just a second."
Suzie was escorted downstairs by the women. The rest had all assembled in the main room. Asked to take off her robe and lie down on the altar, she did so without protest. She knew it was John's turn first. This would be no more than just fucking. She had psychologically prepared herself already to meet this first humiliation. It would be one of the easiest ordeals to face.
In a moment the fatherly looking man had climbed over her, beginning to stroke her breasts and pussy lightly. Lovingly he kissed her mouth and cheeks while the girl lay passively underneath his weight.
"So you're not even going to protest me, Suzie," he said, a touch of anger in his voice, "you really are a slut." Then without warning he jabbed the full length of his prick into the small girl's dry quim, trying to cause a maximum of pain. He succeeded. Unprepared by any lubrication the fourteen-year-old gave out a startled cry. Her cunt hole was being stretched and chafed.
Roughly he humped into her, increasing her distress. But quickly the experienced teenager regained control of herself and consciously relaxed her cunt muscles. The friction was still uncomfortable against her pussy lips, but it was bearable.
But what soon caused Suzie more alarm was a growing feeling of warmth in her cunt and at the tips of her breasts where he pinched and scraped. One thing she couldn't do was allow him to give her sexual pleasure at his rape. But her own body was frightening. Suddenly she realized he was sliding in and out much more easily. In spite of herself she had creamed some of her cunt honey, making his entrance easier,
"That's it, you little whore, get your slit good and wet for me," he grunted in her ears, but loudly enough for all to hear, "We'll come together."
"No," she whispered, determination in her voice. But in an irrational effort to justify herself she added, "I didn't mean to let it get wet." There was laughter from the onlookers and Suzie immediately regretted what she had said. What they all wanted more than anything else was to humiliate and degrade her. They all took pleasure in her contrition.
"Keep it up, John." cried one of the men.
"Right, make her come," contributed a woman's voice. "She'll be the first one who's had an orgasm."
Resolutely the fourteen-year-old determined not to come, not to be the first one they'd made climax. But she was in trouble. As the heavy tool pistoned rhythmically into her quim her breasts and love hole became hot and tingly. Her nipples jutted out, swollen hard as rocks, responding to his rough fingers. She could feel her legs and hips start to arch and respond automatically with each long thrust. Desperately she held her body stiff, trying to make her muscles keep from twitching and instead do what she wanted.
Finally she felt his rod hardening and growing for the last thrust before he came. She was going to make it after all. Grimly she tensed her legs for his last crude humping, determined to keep control. But the last expected strokes didn't come. She opened her eyes and looked at him with surprise.
"Sorry, baby," he said sarcastically, "had to let it cool off. I almost came without you."
The bastard, she thought to herself and relaxed for a moment. But that was a mistake. Unexpectedly his hand grabbed her pussy, shooting three rough fingers deep into her now sopping love grotto. He thumbed her stiff swollen snatch mercilessly.
"Oh, oh, ohhhh," she moaned with spontaneous pleasure and her hips and legs jerked up to meet his hand. With eyes tightly shut she grit her teeth and tried to ignore the tingling excitement between her legs. But his fingers churned and fluttered inside her, urging her to orgasm. Her swelling clit throbbed and ached under his thumb. In her ears still rang the laughter of the crowd at what had happened.
"Still trying to resist, my little girl?" her persecutor said warmly. "Don't wear yourself out now. Save your strength for the others. I'm just the first and the least demanding."
Suzie ignored his words but she was panting in response to his twisting demanding fingers. His stiff pole once more penetrated her now steaming quim. This time he worked more methodically and carefully. She felt the huge tip massage and excite the inside of her eager box as it pushed in. But still she struggled to keep her poise as his pace gradually increased. Then suddenly there was a sharp burning pain in her breast. He was biting her furiously and breaking the tender flesh. Suzie screamed, twisted, moaned and then lost all control.
Her ass arched ecstatically up to meet his next thrust and her legs curled expectantly behind his heaving buttocks, locking him in place. Her body was quivering with obvious delight.
"No," she still cried and moaned, "don't make me. Please no," she pleaded as her small arms spontaneously encircled him and drew herself close to his body. "I don't want to come, no, I mustn't," she continued with every thrust. But though her words protested the passion in her voice and the obvious willingness of her body betrayed her.
"Oh no, no, no," she gasped as the thick sausage plowed even more heavily into her dripping cunt, "oh, ah… oh, no. Don't make me come."
Their bodies were jerking madly, their stomachs slapping noisily together in a quick ecstatic rhythm. His organ had swollen to tremendous size inside her. She worked her body vigorously up and down the hard cock, desperate to feel every inch. Suddenly she felt him stiffen, grow greater. But shockingly he again withdrew himself right on the verge of orgasm.
"Oh no," she cried, "don't take it out. Fuck me. Put it back in."
"You really want me to fuck you, Suzie'" he asked, a malicious grin on his face.
"Oh yes, yes," she begged, her twat arching and twisting in the air, seeking the huge dripping cock, "fuck me, please fuck me. I've got to have it."
Expertly his pecker slipped back into the yearning quim and rapidly he again approached climax. Suzie gasped with pleasure as she felt the first shot of hot lave jet deep into her cunt.
"Oh God, it's good, it's good," she began to scream, "oh God, how good, ah good, good. More, more," she pleaded, her heels digging into his butt and forcing him deep inside. "Don't stop coming. Oh, oh, oh, ohhh, ohhh, ohhh, God, don't stop. I'm coming too." And even when he was spent, she kept humping, massaging his shrinking pecker with her fat engorged cunt lips. Finally she relaxed and opened her eyes.
"Oh," she moaned sorrowfully, "I didn't mean to do it, I couldn't stop myself."
A strange hand caressed her shoulder and she looked up to see a woman above her. "That was very good, Suzie," she crooned mockingly. "That was a first. None of our Queens ever came before. And you obviously enjoyed it so much."
"Yes," seconded another woman, stepping up to feel the teenager's small firm breasts and the still erect nipples, "you certainly gave us all a very good show. Even John enjoyed it though you weren't a virgin. Didn't you John?"
"Still," replied John unappreciatively, "a girl her age shouldn't be this good. The little whore's had a lot of cock in her bloody box." At that he let himself slip out of her and got off.
"Oh, John, don't be such a perfectionist," said the first woman continuing to stroke the still trembling fourteen-year-olds body. Suzie closed her eyes again and breathed deeply. Gradually she regained control. But her mind was still full of self-recriminations. They'd succeeded in making her come, enjoy being fucked, even though she knew they were going to torture and kill her. They'd broken her will, humiliated her. She'd lost the first round.
Yet this was not the only round the tortured girl lost that morning. In an orgy guided successfully by a lovely young lesbian, a debased narcissist and finally the hermaphrodite, she was further humiliated and often brought time after time to violent climax. Her passionate young body could not resist their expert seductions.
While the orgy continued Liddy slept restlessly, exhausted. Late in the morning the pretty young blonde finally awoke and sluggishly got to her feet in Big Daddy's temporary command post. In the front room she found Big Daddy and three of his deputies. They were sullen and quiet. The girls sensed an air of gloom and dejection.
The search parties were out and doing their job effectively. But there was lots of ground to cover and very little time. Big Daddy was staring glumly at a map. His patrol cars had covered the roads in the vicinity, but found no leads.
Early, one had gotten to the abandoned bridge, but the clues of Cindy's wreck had been well covered. From the road they could not see the large house that held the two girls. Pressed for time, they had returned to the main body of the search.
Liddy poured herself a cup of bitter black coffee. Unobtrusively she sat by the window and gazed blankly out into a beautiful clear warm day. "Lovely day for a picnic," she mused irreverently, escaping for a moment the feelings of fear and guilt that taxed her mind,
Restless she stepped out into the warm sunshine. In spite of a chill wind she felt comfortable. She breathed fresh air deeply. Unable to face the horror that surrounded her she absentmindedly began to daydream. She dreamed of just such a lovely day years before when she had gone on a picnic with a very special guy. It had been a very special day too, for near an old deserted farmhouse she had given him her virginity and experienced for the first time the joys of her sex.
But suddenly something began to tug at the young blonde's thoughts and bring her out of her revelry. It had not been just a farmhouse, but a large deserted mansion. And it had been so very isolated that even as bashful as she had felt at that early age she had not hesitated to romp naked with her boy friend in the deserted field. And it had been somewhere near here. It would be a perfect place for a group of perverts to hide her friends.
Liddy felt exhilarated for a moment, but quickly again fell into a depression. There were undoubtedly many places just as good in the area and Big Daddy's men were doing a systematic job of finding and investigating them. Eventually they'd find the same old house if it still stood. But eventually of course might be too late.
The teenager felt in her jacket pocket for her car keys. It was a ridiculously small chance that her friends had been taken to just that same place. And she was not in the least certain she could find it again. But she could do nothing here but get in the way and she would have felt guilty if she did not at least try.
Inside the building the Sheriff heard the car start and saw Liddy wheel it about and head back toward Hazelville. His first impulse was to go after her and bring her back to safety. But he hesitated. He sensed how badly the girl felt and realized her need to try to help-no matter how futile. And there were plenty of patrols out that she could reach in case of trouble. She had already proven once she knew how to use the police radio the two sisters had mounted in her car. Dismissing her from his mind, Big Daddy again turned his attention dutifully to the map in front of him.
About noon two of the men fetched Cindy from her room and brought her to the main hall. She gasped when she saw her sister. Some depraved expert in bondage had made a centerpiece of the fourteen-year-old. The captors sat at a large table with Suzie in the center, enjoying a heavy lunch.
The child stood precariously in a crouched position. She had been bound severely so that she could not move and additional lengths of rough rope had been stretched tightly across her breasts and tender cunt, cutting deeply into her flesh. And to both breasts and her pussy had been attacked lit candles. Molten wax now covered her burning genitals.
The fourteen-year-old was obviously in great discomfort but she made no effort to move. Alt of her energies were exerted in just keeping her precarious balance.
Cindy reacted automatically. With surprising speed she turned and kicked one of her captors firmly in the balls. As he doubled over in pain she eluded the grasp of her other escort and ran quickly to the table. But her efforts were futile. Two others grabbed her white another quickly joined them and helped wrestle her to a chair at the edge of the room. Roughly they stripped off her clothes and in a matter of moments her hands and feet were securely bound so that she too could not move.
In desperation she sobbed and begged them to have pity for her sister. But it did not take long for her to realize that this only increased their sadistic pleasure. Finally she fell silent. As her sister had done earlier, Cindy realized their only hope was to try and endure until Big Daddy would find them.
When their noon meal was finished Suzie was finally released. Two of the women helped her walk around the room until some of the numbness left her limbs. Then, once again revived, the orgy continued.
Suzie was led to where Cindy was bound and allowed to sit in her lap. At the insistence of her captors she related her story of pain and degradation to the older girl. "And they made me come, Cindy," she concluded in tears of disgrace, "I had an orgasm with every damned one of them. I couldn't keep from it no matter how bard I tried." Her sobs continued to break the stillness of the room.
"I'm sorry, sis," said Cindy sympathetically, turning to kiss her wet cheek, "it's all right. Just hold on. It won't last forever."
"It'll last until you come at least once more with Bruno," broke in the pale blonde librarian, leading in a huge mixed breed dog. Suzie broke into louder tears as she looked at the huge animal in front of her. "Ever fucked a dog before, Suzie?" asked the librarian solicitously.
"No and I won't," replied the shaking teenager angrily. She was disgusted at the thought of copulating with the animal in front of them and afraid if she did she'd once more climax in spite of herself.
"Yes you will and you'll come too," promised the librarian simply. "But first I'll show you how." With that she crouched beside the dog and gave him a firm hug. Bruno responded with a warm lap on her face. They had obviously been together often. The two sisters watched with revulsion as the blonde put her mouth to the dog's, washing her tongue slowly between his jaws, licking his teeth and tongue affectionately. For several minutes, they French kissed and it was obvious the hound was well trained in his role. The blonde left off her kiss at last and looked up at the two girls, a broad smile on her face.
"Then, Suzie, when you've French-kissed Bruno you reach over and suck his dick. Watch me." Expertly she felt back and found his cock, stroking it gently until its pink tip emerged from its sheath. In a moment her lips covered it, her tongue slowly working the rough hard flesh.
"And finally," she smiled again, "you do this. Quietly she lay back on the floor and spread her thighs. Instantly Bruno straddled her, his paws on her breasts. The dog worked his rear down, hind legs moving nervously, trying for penetration.
"No, not yet, Bruno," called the slender blonde, "the first one's for Suzie's treat. I'll throw you a good fuck later, big boy." Affectionately she patted him on the sides, but had to work to get him off her. The hound was hot and ready to go. He didn't understand this postponement of his pleasure. Nut finally the librarian stood up and beamed at the girls.
"Your turn now, Suzie. French kiss, suck, then fuck. That's your orders."
"I won't," whispered the fourteen-year-old. "You can't make me. I won't do it."
"Oh Charlie, our resident sadist, can make you do anything, Suzie. There's nothing you won't do if he persuades you," replied the pale blonde softly, full of confidence. "But you'll really like Bruno. If you came for Harry and the others, you'll climax your brains out with my dog. And it's a lot more fun than being whipped and tortured."
"I'd rather do anything than screw your mangy hound," the little brunette spat out angrily. "Beat me and I still won't do it." At this the woman frowned, incensed by the girl's insult of her pet.
"Wait," broke in Nate Tower unexpectedly, "I've got an idea. You say you'd rather do anything than fuck Bruno? Well, we'll offer you an alternative. But you won't like it any better than this."
"What is it?" she asked hopefully.
"I won't tell you until you've decided to take it. Then it'll be too late to change your mind."
Silently the little girl looked at her captor and then over to the huge hairy animal panting expectantly. "I'll take the alternative. I won't screw the dog," she murmured at last. "Whatever it is, I'll take it." Desperately Suzie hoped to win one battle against humiliation with her captors. And she was afraid the pale blonde had been right. If she had come with the others she might well climax with the dog too, to her shame and the delight of her persecutors.
"Good," grinned Nate broadly, winking at the frowning librarian, "then we'll let Cindy fuck him in your place." This announcement was greeted with delighted laughter throughout the room except for Suzie's flushed anger.
"No," she broke in loudly. "Leave my sister out of this. She's not part of your games. You can't make her take my place."
"You're the one who elected the alternative," he broke in sternly, "because of your cowardice you're causing your sister the same degradation you couldn't face. If you'd had the courage to face him you'd have saved Cindy from humiliation."
"You can't make her," challenged Suzie hotly. "She won't do it either."
"We won't have to make her. If she loves you, she'll volunteer to save you from more suffering." Expectantly Nate looked at Cindy. She was pale, an expression of revulsion on her-pretty face. The thought of throwing the ugly animal a fuck was as sickening to her as it was to Suzie. But she was less wearied than her young sister; better able to summon her courage. With trembling lips she finally answered.
"Yes, I'll do it. I'll luck Bruno."
"But, sis, you can't. I can't let you. It's my place. Ohhh," she cried, breaking into loud sobs, "what have I done?" Passionately she threw her arms around the seventeen-year-olds body and cried against her naked breast. "You can't, Cindy, you can't," she whimpered. "Don't you see. Not only will they humiliate you, but it'll shame me too because I made you do it."
"I know, Suzie," returned Cindy, determination in her soft voice, "but it'll save your strength for later. You've got to hold on, but you need rest."
For a few minutes they let the fourteen-year-old cry softly in her sister's antis. Then pulling her off, they unshackled the pretty older sister and let her stand. With fixed determination she walked over to the dog, Suzie still weeping behind her. She hoped to keep her back to the girl so that she couldn't see, but Nate quickly moved her. It wouldn't do for Suzie not to see every detail.
Without a word she knelt and faced the panting animal. Quickly it lapped her on the face and breasts. Trying to shut out the thought of what she was doing, Cindy parted her lips and leaned forward. The crowd watched with silent pleasure. She choked visibly when she smelt his over-heated breath. She felt his runny cold nose press against hers and their lips met. Eyes closed, she slid her pointed tongue slowly into his mouth, tasting the abundance of hot, thick slobber.
Gently her tongue found his began to lick it firmly but tenderly. It was huge and soft and squirming, much rougher than a man's. Methodically she licked. She'd give the captors a long drawn out show, postponing her sister's ordeal. Hopefully long enough to be rescued.
Carefully she sucked Bruno's huge tongue, caressing it sensuously with her own. It filled her completely. The dog gave a moan of pleasure as she French kissed his ugly tongue. He had been well trained to sit patiently and enjoy such ecstasy.
"Open your eyes," commanded Nate from behind her and Cindy obeyed. She looked at the large, dumb brown eyes full of animal lust. Then suddenly the realization of what she was doing seized her, her stomach churned. Turning her face away she let the copious vomit spew from her mouth and nose, splattering the floor.
"Kiss him some more," whispered the librarian close by. And once again the brunette slipped her tongue into his mouth, sucked his tongue into hers and kissed it lovingly. Every effort of her body concentrated on not throwing up again.
"Now his cock," hissed the pale blonde, "suck his cock."
Mechanically, Cindy left his mouth and moved her hand between his hind legs. She searched through the matted clump of long hair until she found his tool. Gently she stroked it with her finger tips and immediately it began to expand and shoot forward like a rocket. The pink head emerged, thick and elongated until it rested hard in the palm of her hand. How unlike a man's it looked thick, knotted and ugly. For a moment she studied it carefully before again putting her lips to work.
Tenderly her lips sucked at the very tip, her soft tongue flicking out to caress it. Gingerly she licked up and down its length, burying her face in stinking matted hair so that she could find its balls. In her mouth it was strange and hard, but not wholly unlike a human's. Careful not to close her eyes again she nevertheless pretended it was a man's. For the benefit of her audience she made loud slurping and sucking noises.
"Let him fuck you now," came a voice from the crowd.
"Yeah, let him frig it into you," called another.
Suzie watched in silent horror from the throne where she had again been bound. She saw Cindy lie back willingly and arch her twat upwards, waiting for penetration. She saw her suddenly squirm and wiggle with pain and discomfort when Bruno found the hot hole and thrust home. Filled with grief and remorse, Suzie silently watched as the huge mongrel, forepaws on Cindy's chest, began to paw the floor rapidly with its hind legs, thrusting deeper and deeper.
Cindy had been surprised it had been so hard to get the dog in. She had to struggle with the huge cock until it painfully passed into her dry cunt, stretching her uncomfortably. But once in the dog began to drive mindlessly, quickly shoving and pushing his cock to its greatest depth. The huge pecker filled her and still it grew as Bruno jerked and wiggled his body ecstatically. The hard knot grew bigger, locking the cock inside her. The girl knew that now she couldn't take it out if she had been allowed. They were permanently joined until Bruno came.
As the dog plowed her, Cindy squirmed in response, first with discomfort but then with growing pleasure. The huge dick pounded her insides mercilessly, pumping her cunt until it was dripping welcomed ooze. Lubricated, the engorged dog penis slid more easily into her slit, pressing and rubbing her tender clit violently.
"Oh, oh, oh," moaned Cindy as she felt her clit expand and harden, become hot and angry. She was the first to realize she was getting hot and horny, but she wasn't going to fight it. She was trying to buy time for Suzie, not proving a moral point.
"Mmm, mmm," she groaned loudly, so her captors could hear, "it's good. It's so big."
"He's just started," laughed the librarian wickedly. "Wait until he comes."
"Oh, oh, oh, ohhhh," cried the girl as his wildly gyrating body forced her hips to jerk crazily from side to side. Her clit seemed crushed by the hard root pistoning ceaselessly into her creaming cunt. Hot flashes of delightful pain racked her slender frame causing her to flinch with each relentless thrust.
"Ah, ah, ah, oh it's good," she moaned from pleasure, not just for her captors' sake, "oh, so big. Oh, it's good. He's so hard." Her body arched and thrashed as she screwed up to engulf his churning dick. How different from a man's it was, how painful, uncaring, untender and thrilling. She quaked with excitement at each anxious shove and then suddenly it grew even fuller and harder.
"Ohhhhh," she sighed in joyous pain, "ohhh, it's too big. It's too big. I can't… I can't take it. Oh, God, I'm going to come." Desperately she grabbed her arms around the animal and hugged herself to him. "Oh, oh, oh," she cried in tiny short breaths as her ass bounded crazily on the floor. Her body arched and twisted, contracted to feel him thrust full into her boiling quim.
"Oh, oh, it's going to come. I'm going to come. It's going to, it is. He is, he is, he's coming," she screamed recklessly. Cindy's ass fell back on the floor then shoved upward, her body supported only by her shoulders and heels. Her cunt reeled insanely in midair, fully penetrated by the dog's huge organ. Bruno rode the writhing girl expertly, stroking rapidly into the slippery pussy. He was groaning now also-low guttural growling sounds.
Huge thick streams of canine come shot endlessly into her welcoming cave. "It's so hot, oh, it's hot," she gasped deliriously, churning back and forth on the floor, "hotter than man's. Thicker. Oh, good. Oh, oh, oh, ahh, ahh, ah, ah, eeee. I'm coming, eeeh, ahh, ahh… " Cindy was screaming her joy at the top of her voice, obviously in ecstasy. She was oblivious to her audience. Her body twisted and jerked wildly out of control in complete, delirious orgasm. Her come mixed with the dog's as it squeezed out of her pussy lips and dribbled to the floor.
"Oh, oh, oh, ahhhh, ahhhh, ahhhh," she sighed finally, her lover spent and her own aching quim filled to overflowing with the dog's hot jism. For a moment she forgot her captors and was delightfully happy and content. "What a good fuck," she whispered, half-aloud. "What a good fucking."
Nate's laugh brought her back to reality. "Glad you liked it Cindy. We certainly enjoyed the show."
Her smile changed to a frown as she looked about her and saw the twelve abductors circling her. Their eyes were bright with pleasure. She hated them instantly. Hated herself too for giving them such a good exhibition. A real circus act like those their mother was supposed to do. But she said nothing. Her purpose had been accomplished. She'd taken up time-lots of it-and given Suzie a chance to rest. Silently she spread her legs. Bruno was struggling to pull free now but it took a few minutes before he could. The swelling of his cock was still too large for him to exit. Suzie sat staring at her mutely, tears in her eyes.
Undoubtedly it would have been some comfort to both the young girls if they had known that a short time before Liddy had stood on top of a hill only yards away, looking down on the deserted mansion. Though the house had been made to still look empty the blonde knew instinctively it wasn't. There was no doubt in her mind that her two friends were being held captive inside. Without hesitation she turned and ran back to her car.
After the dog show came the sadist. It had been Suzie's turn again and she had stood the torments bravely. After them they let her rest again for awhile.
The shadows in the room were growing long and Cindy sensed that her sister's last ordeal was soon to come. Quietly she closed her eyes and prayed fervently for the quick arrival of their father.
After a brief respite the younger girl was again led to the altar by Nate Tower. It was his turn now, with his gigantic cock. Proudly he displayed his stiffening prick to the two young girls and placed himself between Suzie's spread legs. Her arms had been fastened to the table and vainly she squirmed in protest as his huge root began to probe her now raw cunt.
At first it was not too uncomfortable. Though her love hole was chafed, it was well lubricated by the come from the many times she had been fucked in the last few hours. But there came a moment when her pussy was filled with as much of the gigantic pole as she could take, and yet still half of Nate's huge piston remained outside her tiny gate.
Feeling the resistance Nate paused a moment, smiled, then drew back. In an instant he started shoving again, in a hard merciless series of strokes that gradually forced his unnatural hugeness deeper into the small girl's cunt. It drove at her insides like a battering ram and Suzie began to groan with pain.
Suddenly, with a sickening feeling, she felt something tear. Looking down, she saw blood flowing from her pussy and onto her tormentor's thick shaft. In pain and fear she screamed hysterically, begging for mercy. But there was at least another five inches of the huge dong yet to be absorbed.
Pausing a moment to enjoy the girl's anguish, Nate drew back. "Now if your little friend Sally took it all, surely you can, Suzie," he chuckled cruelly. "Of course we had to throw water on her to revive her a couple of times. Couldn't take the pain or the sight of blood." Deliberately he prepared to begin ramming his hard pecker in again, determined that the little fourteen-year-old would take the entire length of his shaft.
At that moment the front door swung open with a crash. It was Big Daddy and his men, guns drawn. Otto, the butcher was fondling a huge knife when the sheriff entered. Spontaneously he lifted it in defense and one of the deputies fired. The huge man fell backwards, a bullet through his heart. Everyone else in the room froze, including Nate Tower with his lewd organ still crammed halfway into Suzie's bleeding quim.
"Get your filthy cock out of my daughter's body," cried Bid Daddy hoarsely, his pistol leveled purposefully at Nate's cheat. Without protest the abductor stepped back and his cock slipped noisily out of the teenager's dripping pussy.
"Doctor!" called the sheriff again. Instantly a police doctor appeared in the door and hurried to the bleeding girl. Outside one of the deputies motioned with his hand for the ambulance to come forward.
Big Daddy looked menacingly at Nate Tower, his fury evident on his face. "Back there," he muttered to his captive, motioning to an adjoining room. Nate was trembling visibly but he didn't argue. Silently the two men left the room, out of the sight of the others.
There was a shot and in a moment Big Daddy returned. In his right hand was his smoking revolver, in his left dangled a long bloody hose of flesh that had once been Nate's penis. Casually he tossed it into a waste basket. Behind him they could hear Nate's screams of agony and horror.
"Fraid there's been another victim, Doc," the sheriff muttered gruffly. "Tried to escape. Had to shoot him. He's alive and conscious but bleeding to death. When you've finished with my two girls and have them safely in an ambulance, better take a look at him."
"He'll be beyond help by then," commented the doctor dryly, giving his full attention to Suzie's bleeding cunt.
"Tough shit," responded Big Daddy calmly. No one else said a word.