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Trapped in a Tower

Anyway, this is my first story on the site. I got the idea while on Kong one day from 1shawn1, who is writing a story. I said it needed a shitload of sex because it had a lot of potential, but he said he didn’t want to. So, I’m writing it!

Fantasm

Paula

Paula and her boyfriend had a nice con going until they tried it on the same man twice

Fantasm

Club Fatale

Club Fatale
Chapter One – The Trip
I woke on the morning of my trip with an excitement that I had not felt since the days of my youth. It was the kind of joy that a boy feels on Christmas morning, just before he rushes downstairs to see if Santa Clause left presents for him. And he knows instinctively that great and wondrous things were waiting for him.
Today was that day.
All my forty years of life had led me to this. High school. College. Business school. Six-figure salary. My first million. And on and on. But all of that paled in comparison to thrill that I was feeling today. As I packed my bags, I struggled desperately to restrain the excitement that was threatening to tear me apart.
“You’re really leaving, aren’t you, daddy?”
I turned to the sweet brunette that stood in the doorway to my bedroom. Sixteen and slender, with long legs and a trim waist, she made quite the picture.
But no, I wasn’t thinking of my daughter, Jacqueline, in that way. Not at all.
“Sweetie, I have a very important business trip,” I said. “I don’t want to leave you, but you know my responsibilities.”
“Of course, daddy,” she said. “Have a nice trip.”
She kissed me and left.
I gathered my things and was about to call for Kelly, my driver. Just then, I remembered the case in my safe. I couldn’t leave without that. It would be necessary when I reached my final destination.
All the way to the airport, I could think of nothing but my destination. Even the normally arousing thoughts of Kelly’s legs, lips and tits couldn’t hold my attention.
When I arrived at the airport, I saw the private jet that had been sent for me. Two very attractive blondes met me as I boarded. Jana and Karina. I learned that they were both Swedish, both sisters and that both had been sent specifically for me.
We took off for the Island.
“We expect a flight time of three hours and twenty minutes, Mr. Anderson,” Jana said. Or was it Karina? They weren’t twins, but it was still hard to tell them apart. It was Jana, I decided. She smiled at me. “Would you like some refreshing champagne to wet your whistle? Or a refreshing pair of lips?”
“The lips sound better,” I said.
Jana went down on me right there. Her luscious lips slurped me inside and pleasured me with a sweet vacuum. As she did, Karina came up behind me and caressed my shoulders. I held off for almost ten minutes before filling Jana’s mouth with come. She pulled off and smiled up at me, her lips flecked with white.
“I can’t believe that just happened,” I said.
“We were told to take care of you in every way possible,” Karina said.
“And,” Jana continued. “Our masters demand obedience from us. We aspire to be very good slut slaves.”
“Does that mean that you are obedient to me?” I asked.
“Most definitely, Master,” Jana said while caressing my cock. “Give either of us a command and we will obey.”
“Then I want Karina on her knees and sucking my cock like you just did. And I want you on your back, licking your sister’s pussy.”
Smiling, the sisters performed for me. I tried many different positions. In fact, I was fucking Karina’s pussy and bouncing her up and down on my cock as we arrived and landed on the island.
Chapter Two – The Forbidden Island
“Mr. Anderson? Mr. Evan Anderson, it is so good to finally meet you, sir!”
The man who greeted me was a few years older than me and heavier, with prematurely white hair and piercing blue eyes. He was English, as evidenced by his accent.
We shook hands.
“Jana and Karina treated you well, I take it?”
“Ah, yes,” I said. “Most agreeably.”
“Good, good,” the man said. “I would so dislike having to punish them, at least before it is their time. After all, punishment should be enjoyed by all!”
“And your name is, sir?” I asked.
“Oh, so sorry, my dear chap,” he said. “You can call me Mr. Lloyd, sir. Former Royal Navy Commander.”
“And you are a client, here?” I asked.
“We call them owners,” Lloyd said, “for the clients do indeed own the Club and the Island. And no, I am not an owner, merely the administrator of this facility. Jana! Karina! Take Mr. Anderson’s bags to his bungalow.”
The two girls each took a bag and headed off happily, their shapely calves flashing in the evening light of the tropical paradise.
We both watched them go.
“You do have the payment, Mr. Anderson?” Lloyd prompted.
“Right here, Mr. Lloyd,” I said.
“Oh, it’s just Lloyd, sir,” he said. “And thank you, very much!” He opened the briefcase and surveyed the money. “Everything seems to be in order. Quite a tidy sum, isn’t it?”
“Ten million dollars,” I said. “I do hope your facilities are worth it.”
“Oh, I wouldn’t worry, sir,” Lloyd assured me. “You’ll find them quite stimulating. And Jana and Karina will be at your disposal, quite literally, during your stay here.”
“Tell me about the island, Mr. Lloyd.” I said.
“What do you wish to know?”
“Everything,” I said. “From the beginning.”
“From the beginning?” he asked. “Very well, then. This little island, which the Commodore has somewhat dramatically named ‘the Forbidden Island’ is the home to Club Fatale: the world’s one and only snuff resort. Absolutely any woman that you dream of can be found here, or procured for you. And she will be yours, absolutely, to do with as you wish. Fuck her, beat her, enslave her or snuff her, it’s all up to you: you are truly limited only by your desires and your whim. Even our staff is available for the pleasure of the owners.”
“And I could carry this out however I wish, Mr. Lloyd?” I asked. “And to whomever I wish? Say, to her, for example.”
I pointed to a young lady walking towards us. She had fiery red hair and a tennis racket in one hand. She wore a short white skirt and a cotton blouse. A tight black collar was wound about her neck. She looked as if she were on her way for some practice. As she got closer, I could read her nametag: Patricia.
The girl stopped when I pointed. Her face fell at my look and she put her hands behind her back and hung her head in a sort of submissive pose.
“Of course you would be allowed to, sir,” Lloyd said. “We aim to please. But I must caution you. It will take some time to learn the finer points of snuffing, sir. There are classes to be taken and tests to be passed, after which time you will be granted full membership and accorded status in the Club. And, of course, you must respect the property of others. Any girl wearing a black collar is the property of the Club and is, therefore, free for use. Excessive snuffing of the staff will bring cautions and eventually warnings from myself or the Commodore. But you can safely expect that a girl per week is well within limitations, with unrestricted sexual use. Any girl wearing a colored collar is off limits unless express permission is given by her owner. Which I don’t think will be a problem with most owners, sir. Most are free with their girls’ attentions. Just don’t ask to snuff them; it’s an insult unless invited. White-collars, of course, are the most important to look out for.”
“What does the white mean?” I asked.
“It signifies that the girl is one of the Commodore’s personal concubines. Under no circumstances are you to dally with a white-collar unless the Commodore himself allows and wishes you to. Which would be a rare treat, indeed.”
“I see,” I said. I put my fingers to the chin of the redheaded girl. “It would be a thrill to snuff her, right here and now…”
The girl looked at me, her eyes filled with dread. Still, her body pose was submissive.
“But, I suppose that you are right, Mr. Lloyd,” I said, finally. “I shouldn’t jump in head first.”
“As you say, sir,” Lloyd responded. He nodded and the girl continued on her way, an extra spring in her step.
As we kept walking, I was treated to many exotic sights. Beautiful girls from all over the world were present, lounging in the pools, playing indoor and outdoor games with several patrons of the Club.
One and all, the girls were beautiful.
“And where do you get such fine ladies, Mr. Lloyd?”
“Our source of Femmes — that’s what we call them, for obvious reasons — is a world-wide system of criminal enterprises. Brothels, of course, are a prime source. Sex traffickers also provide many fine Femmes. But we do a large amount of recruiting from colleges and universities all around the world. The Femmes never know that they are being recruited as snuff-puppets, of course. The tennis player we met, Trisha, she was a medical student at Dartmouth. She believed that she was being recruited for medical missionary work in South Africa. We appropriated her. On paper, she had a run in with the soldiers of a local dictator and was unfortunately killed.”
I was silent as we walked down to the beach. Several large bonfires were already being prepared. I asked Lloyd what for and he told me that there was a party tonight: BBQ, drinking and girls. Lots of girls.
We stopped at the bar for an early drink and were served by a black-collar with midnight hair and tanned skin that spoke of her Caribbean ancestry.
“I think I’ll take a blowjob with my drink…” I said, struggling to read her nametag.
“Sophia.”
Quickly, the dark-haired woman knelt and embraced me with her lips.
“She’s a fine specimen, sir,” Lloyd said. “One of our best when it comes to oral stimulation. I snuffed her sister myself, just last week. Tossed her right into the fire, just over there, hands and feet bound after the best blowjob of my life. She screamed like the very devil, while Sophia there cleaned my cock with her lips.”
I thought about the deliciousness of seeing something like that as I came in the brunette’s mouth. She choked on my come.
“Back to work, lass,” Lloyd said. “I need another tequila.”
Sophia hurried to prepare a drink for the man who had murdered her sister.
Just then, two men passed by with three women in tow. The younger man stopped and spoke.
“Lloyd!” he said. “Long time, no see, mate. How’s it going?”
“Just great, sir!” Lloyd said. “Jacob, I want you to meet Mr. Evan Anderson. Mr. Anderson, this is Mr. Jacob Nelson. His distinguished companion is Mr. Dan Gates.”
“Call me Jake,” the younger man said.
“Dan,” the white-haired man said.
“Evan,” I responded, and shook hands with both.
Behind Jake was a sumptuous blonde woman in a yellow dress. I noticed that she was wearing a blue collar. She had devastating good looks and sultry eyes and I wagered that she was a handful in bed.
Dan Gates had a pair of brunettes that bore red collars about their necks. They were petite, but had beautiful faces just right for fucking. They wore red blouses, short skirts and black fuck-me heels.
“Mr. Nelson has been abroad for several weeks,” Lloyd informed me. “Somewhere in the middle east, I believe. Somewhere that there are no women to speak of.”
“I made it back just in time,” Jacob said. “It’s Bonfire Night, tonight.”
“What is Bonfire Night?” I asked.
“Best night of the week, sir,” Lloyd said.
Jacob winked at me. “I don’t know if you’d believe me, Evan. You’ll just have to see for yourself. But Lloyd’s right, it’s a great time!”
I chatted with Lloyd, Dan and Jacob until Bonfire Night began. I discovered that Jake had been a member in the Club for only a couple of years. He was one of the newest, while Dan Gates was one of the original ten members of the club. The blonde’s name was Kelly. The brunettes were Teri and Tori.
Before I knew it, Bonfire Night started.
As the fires were lit, a young brunette girl was brought out. Her clothes were quickly torn away from her and she was passed from man to man. She made a pretty sight, as she rode each patron’s cock for a minute or two.
“Are you going to participate, Evan?” Jacob asked.
“I thought I’d just watch the first time,” I responded. I didn’t really know how it worked here.
“Then could you do me a favor?”
“Sure,” I said.
“Watch Kelly for me,” he said. “She likes to run away if I leave her unattended, and I just have to join in. Feel free to use her how you like.”
Jacob quickly joined the horde of men enjoying themselves by abusing the girl. They crowded around her, fucking her holes and rubbing her tits and body. She was bent over and her face was fucked mercilessly.
More patrons gathered around her, rubbing the girl’s face and lips with cocks and fucking her throat until she cried out and nearly suffocated. Finally they knelt her in the sand and bukkaked her face in groups of twos and threes. There were nearly thirty men there, all of them with raging hard-ons.
“Last call!” one man yelled out.
He pulled her head back and held her for the others, as they dumped loads of semen onto her until her mouth filled up and overflowed.
The girl struggled, but with one man holding her face up and another pinching her nose, it was clear that she was doomed. She sputtered and spit, but more semen was ejaculated on her face every few seconds, and each time a man turned away, spent, another took his place with a hard, semen-filled cock.
Finally, the convulsing brown-haired girl was still. She had drowned in the horde’s jizm, her knees in the sand. The men cheered her sacrifice and a pointed steel spit was brought out. In no time, the girl was impaled upon it and stretched out over the fire to roast. She was declared the queen of the night, the feast of honor.
It was all utterly fascinating to me.
As I watched, I fucked Kelly. The buxom girl bounced up and down on my cock, then knelt to finish me with a blowjob. She sucked the come from my shaft just as the brunette girl breathed her last.
Dan finished with his load in Teri’s waiting mouth and Lloyd ejected his come into the borrowed Tori’s pussy.
Jacob returned, covered in sweat.
I was still staring at the girl, unable to take my eyes off of her. “Who was she?” I asked Jacob when he returned.
“Beverly, I think,” Jacob said. “She had a way with her mouth, let me tell you!”
“Poor cousin Beverly,” Kelly said with a tear in her eye.
I looked at Kelly and my cock grew hard again. Had I really come in the mouth of this beautiful blonde as her brunette cousin was snuffed? I shook my head at the surreal nature of this wondrous place.
I watched Kelly’s lithe cousin as she roasted on the spit, rotated by two female chefs who continually prodded her body to make sure she would be evenly done.
Into the night, I drank and ate Beverly stakes.
Jacob declared them the best he had had in his life and offered some to Kelly, who merely shook her head and cried. In the end, Jacob face-fucked Kelly and came on her lips as he ate the last of her cousin’s meat.
We all chatted and Dan passed his girls around. I got to fuck Teri and Tori that night and Kelly, again. I luxuriated in her tears as I ejaculated into her pussy.
More girls were brought out to be face-fucked and raped. Several were snuffed.
Finally, I returned to my bungalow and fucked Jana and Karina deep into the night, high on the depravities that I had witnessed on the wonderful Forbidden Island.

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Fantasm

Dog Slut In Isle Twelve

I work as a baker in a Baker’s Delight store. For those that don’t know, that’s one of those “churn-em-out-like-sausages” coffee and cake franchises. Make’s ok money for the owner. But I’m not the owner. So. The money is shit but at least it’s a local job. The shop is a popular spot in amongst a line of so, so, retail outlets in a fairly busy little suburban shopping center near where I rent a cheap little dump of a house.
My work roster calls for me to start early, like 4am and finish about 10am, six days per week.
Anyway, a few weeks ago, Saturday morning, I finished my shift and decided to grab some stuff I needed for my flat, you know, coffee, Windex, shit like that.
So I went into the little BiLo Supermarket next door to shop. I was browsing one of the isles when I saw this absolutely beautiful, sexy, young body out of the corner of my eye. I mean fuck man. Every guy in the supermarket must have noticed this chick. The easiest way to describe her is to say she had a gorgeous eighteen-year-old’s body only with a fifteen year olds head on her shoulders.
So imagine, long well shaped tan legs. Skinny little waist and nice curvy ass. Her tits, they were exquisite. They were not just bountiful, they were high lifted and yet still in proportion to the rest of her. She was wearing some kind of red boob tube top thing. It looked overly-sexy for a young girl. That’s probably the main reason she caught my eye in the first place. It really hugged her round young melons perfectly. It was mid-drifted to. You could see her lovely, flat belly and her cute little belly button. Her hips were much fuller than I thought normal for her age to. She was, in my opinion, showing them off in a really obvious way to attract male attention. She had a mini skirt on, it didn’t cover very far down her full ,shapely thighs either. The skirt was camouflage patterned. Ok, in the jungle, that might make a shape less visible, but in a suburban super market, it seamed to scream, Hey guys, do you like my ass? What about these legs eh? Nice pins yeah? Well, at least that’s what my mind was screaming to me as I ogled her.
I have to say, right here and now, I don’t usually look twice at girls under twenty-three any more. I’m forty-years-old for God’s sake. But this pretty young thing was one of those rare gifts of God that you just can’t help but wanna fuck at any age. You know, a fantastic eighteen-year-old “cheerleader” type body, fully sexually loaded, being driven around like an RV by a fifteen year old mind.
The other thing that occurred to me was I sort of knew this girl. At least, I remembered her coming into my work. She would come in every now and then to the shop to buy fresh bread,  pastries or what-have-you. Her mom was a looker to I recalled. Like mother like daughter I guess. I recalled a few times I’d noticed this young girl behind her mom in the line at the cash register. Like Bambi I mused. I’d even said hello to the pair a couple of times from memory.
Anyway, fuck my own shopping. I must admit I was kind of spell bound. I pretended to shop still. But, as often as I could, I was checking out the young girls luscious body. She was in the candy isle. Damn. I felt like an old pervert. I wondered if the store security guys manning the stores camera surveillance system were ogling at the hot looking blond at that very moment. I wondered if they could see down her top from their rooftop camera angle. Lucky bastards! I wondered if they could see me checking her out. Ooops. Damn. I’m no idiot. I didn’t know how old the girl really was, but I knew she wasn’t legal age to fuck that’s for damn sure.
Her face gave her away. The fantastic cheerleader body ended at her neck. Her face was very pretty. But any fool could tell it was the face of a girl of no more than fifteen years. Honestly, maybe she was even younger. It was a pretty face. Bright blue eyes and a cute nose. She had blond hair to her strong feminine shoulders. But she exuded youth and inexperience from her face, almost stopping you wanting to fuck her curvy, fuck-ready body
Anyway, I guess I was kind of memorized. I don’t really know why I didn’t just check her out a bit and then get the fuck out of there, go home, wank-off and be done with it. Still, like I said, I couldn’t stop watching her. She was so damn cute. She was twirling a strand of her hair like a really young girl would do as she picked through various candies on a shelf. It was so damn sexy to see her do that, like watching a sexy porn star pretend to be a little girl for the camera. It dawned on me then, maybe there was indeed more to the girls actions.
Like I said, guys of all ages were making their way through the isle’s shopping. I noticed her body language as guys past her. She’d puff out, or up, would describe it better, her very ample bosom, nonchalantly, but I could tell it was deliberate. Oh baby. I knew at that moment that she knew she had an effect on the men and boys around her and was enjoying the attention they were giving her out of the corner of their eyes.
I even felt a little tinge of jealousy. I felt like shouting out, Hey piss off ! I’m perving at this chick, go get your own little bitch.
Anyway, it was about then that I got bold. It struck me. Here were all these other guys. Not just teens mind you, but guys even older than me. I saw them see her and visa versa. She’d wiggle her hips, puff out her curvy boobs and they’d sneak peaks and keep on moving down the shopping isle.
Could I possibly do any better? What would happen if I took her up on her body’s non-verbal invitation to start up a dialogue?
Suddenly, a girl of probably a similar age came into the sweet isle and started talking to my little Bambi doll. This kid was a typical little thirteen-year-old girl. I wasn’t at all interested in her in anyway. However, I was already trying to figure out how a reasonably good looking forty-year-old guy could strike up an “innocent” conversation with an obviously, immature, legally underage girl with a body-to-die-for, without everyone in the store deciding they should call the police. The arrival of Bambi’s little friend just made it even more difficult for me.
I observed them both closely. By this time Bambi had already noticed me checking her out. I had decided I needed to be forward with the girl. If I was timid, just like all these other guys, I would never get to talk to her, or anything else, I told myself. I was quickly hatching a kind of a plan. Not much of one, mind you, because what I was even thinking was pretty crazy. Still. I had already decided to be as bold as I could without doing anything that would get the girl to run down the isles screaming “Help, rape!”
Bambi was discussing what candy to buy with her shorter, scruffy blond friend. Bambi doll looked so cute. It seemed to be a huge decision she needed to make about the candy bars. It reminded me of when I was a kid with no money. She had a kit-kat bar in one hand and seemed to be debating the pros and cons of buying that or something else with her girlfriend. The isle was pretty empty for a moment, I took a deep breath as I moved in.
“That’s so sweet!” I said from up-close beside Bambi. Both girls acknowledged my presence by shooting a startled look in my direction. Bambi looked particularly startled. Her beautiful blue eyes flashed at me almost indignantly. I guess she got a fair share of guys hitting on her.
Anyway, I was deliberately looking her up and down like I wanted to eat her raw. I got a good eyeful of the valley between her pert young boobs, then I gazed admiringly down her torso, all the way down her gorgeous, tan legs and back again. I really let her know I was shamelessly checking out her body.
“I beg your pardon?” Bambi demanded, perhaps a tad intimidated by my obvious remark about her generous female physique.
I pointed to the chocolate bar in her hand.
“That’s so sweet!’, I repeated nonchalantly, “I mean, you’ve got a terrific figure. Here’s what I think you should choose.” I kept eye contact with her as I crouched down to scoop up a candy bar from the bottom shelf. I could sense the other young girl already had me labeled as creepy old bastard numero-uno, but I couldn’t help that. Bambi, on the other hand, had actually giggled at the almost bawdy complement I’d given her so I felt a little relieved and encouraged by that.
I feigned interest in a candy bar I’d picked out for a moment. As the girls looked quizzically back and forward, between each other and back down at me. Still crouching low beside Bambi’s curvaceous, tawny legs, I swiveled my head up, as if to look her in the eye again.
However, instead of looking her in the eye, I just gazed penetratingly, as far up her short mini-skirt hem as I could see. At the level I was at, my face was almost parallel with her sweet young crotch. I could see it all. She had a lovely plump pubic mound and hips, stretched over by the sheer white fabric of her flimsy little panties. I could make out the camel-toe of her horny young cunt at the fork between her lovely, full-swept thighs. It was a delicious sight. I wanted to burry my head between her luscious legs and suck her hot young cunt into my greedy mouth right then and there. I could feel my old-fella start to stiffen in my undies at the stimulating thought.
Meanwhile, I was keeping a part of my mind concentrated on timing. I waited, staring at her privates as long as I could, I had to know there was no doubt Bambi knew I was burning holes in her panties with my lusty gaze, but the moment I sensed her start to withdrawal I acted;
“Hmmm. This is really good!” I tried to make my voice sound sexy. I kept my eyes glued on her panty covered cunt as I jiggled a caramel filled chocolate bar in my hand.
“I bet its all sticky and gooey inside!” I stated matter-of-factly. I only waited a split second for what I’d said to resonate, then I stood quickly and offered Bambi the alternate chocolate bar.
“Oh, no thanks.” She giggled, she probably decided she must have misunderstood my intensions. Still. I took it as a very good sign. She hadn’t run off. I’d been pretty damn forward as far as she could see and yet I hadn’t made other shoppers notice my obvious flirting.
The other young girl tugged at Bambi’s elbow and suggested the girls had to both go and get something else from another isle.
“Well, you go then!” Bambi told her young friend,
“I’m still making up my mind here!”
The young scrawny blond girl gave me a filthy look and skulked off to some other shopping-lane.
“Your the baker aren’t you?” Bambi asked, “You work just next door here don’t you?” She had a lovely sweet young voice. It made me smile like the devil to think how she would sound whispering dirty words in my ear as I fucked her sweet young pussy good and hard for her. I shook off the thought and answered;
“Yep, That’s me. I’m Mike. Mike Parker. I remember you to. What’s your name?” I reached out and took her hand, she hadn’t offered it, but she didn’t pull it away as I shook her hand.
“Brianna, Brianna Banks.” She giggled.
“I’ve seen you and your mom in the bakery.” I told her, “She’s lovely your mom is. How’s she going? ” I asked. My mind was racing. I virtually never even spoke to girls of Brianna’s age. I strained to think of what I could say. I didn’t even know where any of this would lead, or even IF it would lead anywhere. But hell. I was talking to this beautiful, sexy, hot little thing and remembering the luscious scene beneath her mini-skirt just then.  So I would be damned if I was going to walk away, unless I could tell she wanted me to. To be honest. I was cunt-struck in lust with the young girl at that moment.
“Yeah, Mom’s ok.” Brianna replied. The way she sort of sighed and shifted her weight from one curvy hip to the other and started twirling her hair again, spoke volumes to me. I instantly imagined Brianna’s poor parents worried sick about their buxom daughter. Probably, they worried every minute of the day about where she was. Who she was with. Probably they laid down the law to her pretty regularly. You keep away from dirty old men! I could hear them berating her in my guilty imagination.
“Cool! I said, “I remember she’s a very beautiful woman” I exaggerated my consideration. “I think your prettier though from memory”
I noticed her eyes kind of twinkle a little as I shamelessly looked her up and down again, like I wanted to fuck her brains out. All green lights still, I decided.
“I see you pretty often, you live close by here? ” I asked, desperate to keep the momentum of the conversation going.
“Yeah, I can walk. Or I ride my bike sometimes, Its only like, ten minutes, to my place from here.” She explained.
Then, just as we were about to experience an awkward pause due to my running out of conversation. Brianna’s young blond girlfriend returned. She looked pissed-off to see a dirty old bastard was still chatting her underage girlfriend up in public.
“Who’s your friend?” I asked, smiling and nodding at the other girl as she scowled at me suspiciously.
“Oh, this is Caitlin, she’s my best friend!” Brianna gestured candidly toward the scrawny waif.
“Cool. Do you both go to school around here?” I asked, hoping I could gage their general ages, at least roughly, by their answer.
“We’re both in year eight!” Caitlin interjected quickly. I got the feeling she wanted to make it very clear I was to old to be chatting up her sexy young friend. I also felt a giddy rush of guilt. Year Eight! Brianna couldn’t be older than fourteen. I saw newspaper headlines flash in my imagination, Police Seek Old Pervert!
‘We gotta go now Bri. C’mon. Lets go!” Caitlin was pulling at her friends elbow again. I sensed a reluctance to leave in Brianna’s curvy body language, but she seemed resigned to go anyway.
“Ok. Well, I better go now. Nice to meet you Mr. Parker.”
“Mike!” I reminded her. “And your Bri right?”
“Yep, see ya!” The girls turned and walked of towards an express lane. I followed immediately. I noticed a little tension in Brianna’s posture when she realized I was still walking along with her, and perhaps a little hostility towards me from her meddling little friend.
Still. I managed to engage Bri in conversation again. I tried to make chitchat with her, asking and answering any questions as best I could to sound interesting to such a young girl as we waited in the queue to checkout.
Yes. I lived close by to. No. I’m not married. Just haven’t met the right girl I guess. I lied. I’d been married before but didn’t want to seem any more of a has-been than I already must, to such a pretty, vibrant young woman.
All this time, I was acutely aware of the other people around us, waiting for a free checkout, as we spoke. I glimpse stone-like faces of men my own age in the cue. Not to mention the women’s knowing looks. Their displeasure was palpable. More newspaper headlines flashed. “I saw child rapist in supermarket!” Says local redneck. I was in turmoil inside. I didn’t know if I could make it happen, but I knew I wanted to fuck Brianna. Now. I’m not crazy. This was fucking dangerous territory for a guy in this position. DNA. Statutory rape claims. Fuck knows. I was crazy. Crazy. But I just kept thinking: Ok. She’ll let me know when she wants me to piss-off.
So, all I could do in the mean time was keep up the breezy conversation and act as nonchalant as I could. Old friend of the family here folks. Nothing to get steamed up about. At least that’s what I was hoping my fellow shoppers might be thinking.
At some point, I asked Brianna what music she liked. Justin Timberlake was apparently the absolute love of her life. She beamed as she gushed on about this wonderful young male performer. I had never even heard of the guy before. Still. I was desperate for some kind of basis for our conversation. I defiantly wanted Bri to see me as a friend.
“Sure I loved JT’s music,” I told the girls, “I have a lot of his songs I’ve downloaded off the internet.” I lied. Yes. Of course I had JT’s Future Sex/Love Sounds Album.
“Would you like me to make you up a CD Brianna?”
Brianna was obviously excited by my offer. She didn’t have the internet at home and DVD’s where expensive on her budget, she told me with a little wiggle which was insanely cute coming from such an adult looking woman.
Anyway, we’d reached the head of the line. The girls got to one express check-out and I took another. As luck would have it, I easily caught them up, yet again, as we were all going out the automatic glass doors into the markets car park.
“Wow. Its hot out here!” I commented, “You sure have the right outfit on today Bri!”
Bri giggled again as I noticed her heading for a big blond-gray Weimaraner dog tied loosely by a leather lead to one of the barricades outside the supermarket. My heart leapt to my throat! My mind spun. The gorgeous young blond unleashed the dog and lead him back towards us.
Why did I get so excited when I realized Brianna had a dog? Well. I have always been a fan of bestiality. I can’t quite explain it. But I get particularly turned on by the idea of dogs fucking beautiful women. So believe me. Seeing this obviously fully intact, sexually mature male dog brushing up against this sexy woman child’s smooth, finely shaped legs gave me an instant erection. I had been about ready to get in my car and leave. But suddenly, I was more desperate then ever to stick along side Brianna.
“Nice pooch. What’s his name?” I asked, imagining the dog fucking into his curvy little mistress. God. That wild thought planted a seed. I was afraid to touch Brianna. But what if I could get HER to do stuff for me?
“This is Harley. Your a good boy aren’t you!” She cooed whilst patting the big lug on the skull. He looked up at Bri with a big, stupid grin on his head.
“I bet he really loves you Bri.” I remarked, “You be good to him and he’ll be good to you.”
‘Yeah. He’s a good guard dog too. He keeps creepy old men away, don’t you Harley.” Caitlin chimed in while fixing me with a knowing, defiant glare. Damn. I had to ditch that little bitch, get Bri by herself, if I was to have any kind of sexual interlude with the girl. I didn’t know anything else. I knew there was a million miles between talking to this fresh young girl here in the wide open public. But to even get a chance to feel up her sexy little ass. Well. That would require a LOT of fast thinking and maneuvering. I had to act quick. The girls where already saying their farewells.
“Hey girls. Its bloody hot out here! How about I drive you home? I got my car just here.” I suggested in friendly tones, trying not to seem pushy.
Caitlin said no-thanks straight away. However, Brianna said it was a nice offer, but she had Harley with her so she’d need to walk him home.
I waived that off. It was no problem. I explained I had a station wagon with plenty of room for the dog in the back. I reminded the pair I lived close by and even joked that we all knew each other after all, they knew where I worked etc. I could see Brianna was defiantly tossing it over carefully.
“We could listen to Justin Timberlake’s latest album on the way. I have it in my car,” I lied again.
That sold the idea to Brianna. She started urging Caitlin to get with the program. I was thrilled. Caitlin gave in begrudgingly after a few seconds of her dominant friends persuasions and soon we all made our way through the lot to my car.
Brianna helped me get the big mutt, “Harley” into the back of my Mitsubishi wagon and I made sure I let Caitlin in the back seat so that I had her sexy friend right beside me in the front passenger seat as I revved up and exited the car park. Caitlin lived a little further away from the shopping center than Brianna. However, I was determined she was getting dropped off first.
Brianna was disappointed when I told her I’d just remembered I taken JT’s CD inside my place yesterday and forgot, sorry. But I didn’t give a fuck. The rouse had worked well so far. I scored more points talking about the latest music and the wonders of being able to download music off the net while I drove the relatively short distance to Caitlin’s house.
“Well. Lovely meeting you! Caitlin. See you again real soon I hope. Come by the bakery and say hello ok? ” I said as I dropped the little pest on the curb outside the house she’d indicated as hers.
“Why don’t you get out here with me Brianna?” She asked Bri, shooting a suspicious look at me as she did.
“Your mom wouldn’t like you driving around with strangers!” The little pill lisped.
“Geez Caitlin,” I interjected, “Bri’s got her guard-dog right here in the car for Gods sake. You know where I work, right? I’m not a psycho-killer or something.” Brianna lives close-by my place. I’ll have her home in no time flat ok?”
Caitlin was unconvinced, fortunately Brianna seemed to be reassured and told Caitlin not to worry, she’d call her on the phone later or see her at school on Monday. We waved and we drove off down the road.
I was really excited now. It was like a dream. I now had this delightful young child with her fully grow woman’s body all alone. I could feel a little apprehension from her. I was assuming so far that she must like me in some sort of way. Otherwise, for sure, she’d never have gotten in my car in the first place. And she hadn’t taken the opportunity to get out at her pesky friends place when she got the chance. All good signs I decided.
“Hey. I’m going to give you that Album Bri!” I announced.
“Oh. No. I can’t let you do that. I hardly know you.” She blushed beside me, my cock twitched in my pants again as I looked into the valley between her smooth thighs.
“Hey you know me plenty! I replied, “It doesn’t cost me anything to burn you a copy, and, it will only take a few minutes, so, no problem” I reassured the fidgety young thing.
I brushed aside her feeble protests in a friendly off handed way, and soon, I pulled up in the driveway of my small rented house.
“C’mon in” I beckoned nonchalantly as I sprang out of the car door.
I could feel her hesitation. I knew this was a big step for her. She was young but she wasn’t all that stupid. She knew going into a single man’s home alone could obviously spell trouble.
“I’m going to bring Harley in and give him a drink.” I said, going to the rear of the car.
She popped out of the passengers side and joined me at the tailgate in a flash. To late. I had already popped the hatch and grabbed the dog by the collar.
“Oh. He’s fine! Maybe I should just take him home now? I could come by the Bakery and get that album from you later Mike!” She part mumbled.
It was easy to rationalize over such a young girls objections. We were right here, now! It wouldn’t take long. She had her dog with her. Why not? In any case, I had already hauled Harley from the back and was part dragging him up the garden path with his sexy young owner following along behind.
Soon we were inside my house. I told Brianna to take a seat on the lounge in my small living room. Harley trotted after her, while I fixed a bowl of water for the thirsty hound and a glass of coke for her.
Meanwhile, I was making friendly, relaxed sounding small talk, but inside, my mind was weaving furiously to get a plan of sexual approach. I quickly decide on a general idea and knew I could afford to be pretty bold. I knew I would have to be really scary if the young girl was to jump off the couch and leave on her own. So, I was pretty confident I had a little margin for coercion over Brianna.
Brianna had been asking more personal questions just now. I was happy to assume that showed her growing interest in me personally. I was happy also, to be able to become more personal with her, in turn. So I answered her questions. No. I lived here by myself. In fact I was a lonely, girlfriendless guy. It wasn’t easy being alone. I confided, hoping to gain some sympathy points as I fixed our refreshments. Brianna told me she’d had “a few” boyfriends at school. But there was no-one special at the moment. I liked that.
I joined her and the dog in the lounge room. I placed the bowl of water right in front of us, on the carpeted floor of the lounge room, for Harley. I booted up my computer in a nearby corner, ostensibly to get ready to get Brianna’s music disc prepared. Then, I took a seat right up close beside Brianna on the settee. Her short skirt had ridden way up her smooth thighs when she’d sat on the couch. She had to keep the hem pinched down in her slender fingers to keep her juicy snatch covered I observed. An inch higher and I would’ve been able to see the poochy lips of her cunt. Damn. I was getting horny as I settled in beside her.
“Cheers” I toasted as she took a sip of her drink and we both watched Harley lapping away merrily at his water, spilling a good deal of it on my carpet as he went.
I steered the conversation around to Harley. Brianna told me he was four years old. She’d had him since he was a pup. She took him walking pretty often, to parks and shops, sometimes he’d almost pull her off her feet, she confessed, but he was a very sweet old doggy she assured me.
“And what do you do to show him that you love him?” I asked, appearing as laid back as I could.
“Oh. I give him a dog snack or maybe a bone sometimes, stuff like that”
“Do you ever let him lick you?’ I asked leaning in ever so slightly, cheerfully.
“Oh. He licks my face all the time!” Brianna laughed. I laughed along with her.
“I know some girls let their dog lick them, well, you know, between their legs. Have to ever heard of girls doing that before?” I asked, very mater-of-factly.
Brianna giggled nervously and fidgeted a little in her seat as she replied.
“I heard something about a girl at school putting mince-meat on her pussy and making her dog lick it off one time. But I’ve never done it!” She assured me, blushing a little.
“Yes. Mince meat is a bit messy though, I’d recommend you try jelly. Its sweet and sticky and you can put it inside a bit to be sure the dog has to work harder to lick it out.” I continued casually.
” Er.. I don’t know really any girls who would do that.” Brianna told me.
“Oh. Lots of girls do it.” I countered. “Gee. I’ve had plenty of girlfriends that do it all the time. Dog’s love to lick a girls pussy. Did you know that?”
Brianna looked a bit swamped. “Er. No..” She shook her head in the negative as she looked at Harley lapping away at his nearly empty bowl.
I’ve got her thinking, I hoped as I went for a bolder push in the conversation.
Come here, I want to show you something!” I said. Grabbing her smooth soft little girl’s hand I led her to my computer. I flopped in my leather chair and tapped at the keyboard. Luckily, I keep all my most favorite bestiality porno videos in one folder for easy viewing when I need a good old wank. I quickly opened up one I consider to be very good, right before Brianna’s wide blue eyes.
This one showed a beautiful, naked teen girl beckoning a large breed of dog between her wide-flung thighs, the dog instantly started lapping away at the actresses spit drenched pussy, making loud lip-smacking sounds as he did.
“See I told you. Dogs love it. What do you think?” Brianna was a bit shaken. But she didn’t leave. I sensed her quiver almost imperceptibly as the scene in front of her changed. The girl in the movie suddenly lifted her bare butt off the couch and turned her willing rump toward the horny dog. He immediately grabbed her around her lovely wasp-like waist with his strong front paws, pulling her lovely white ass-globes and shaved pussy mouth back toward his strongly humping hips.
I could tell Brianna was almost hypnotized by the obscenity her young eyes were seeing for the very first time. I spoke gently to her as she watched the actress being skewered on the dogs long rigid tool . Could she imaging Harley doing stuff like that? He would if she let him, I assured. I bet her mother would never even know. Never even suspect her daughter was getting such fun from her old pet dog. I told her this stuff was all very common and although you wouldn’t go telling everyone about it. It made perfect sense for women to have sex with their dogs. All the while Brianna stared at the bestial fuck action.
I played another video of yet another gorgeous girl being fucked on all fours while a whole group of people, men and women, watched on, even encouraging the unholy union with heckles like . Yeah. Good dog. Fuck her good boy! And so on. I could sense the young girl’s arousal as she stood beside me, awestruck.
I imagined part of her mind was horrified, while another part wondered curiously.
“I bet you can’t wait to let Harley lick you after seeing this eh?” I giggled, while preying she didn’t run out of the house screaming for the cops.
Instead, Brianna seemed to shake herself free of the scene at that moment. She seemed to bite her lower lip a little, she definitely seemed shaken, she stammered;
“But, but, that’s just a movie. Movie animals are trained, Harley wouldn’t even want to do stuff like that.” I could feel her withdrawing. I had to get control quickly.
“Sure he would. Just watch!” I pulled her quickly but playfully onto my knee, her nice tight ass-cheeks pressed against my thigh bone as I swiveled my seat back round toward the big Weimaraner. He had heard the sounds of dogs and women fucking on the screen and seemed quite anxious to know what it was all about.
“C’mon here boy!’ I encouraged. He moved in quickly, his strong body alert towards his young mistress, perhaps ready to attack me if need be.
Before Brianna could protest I snaked an arm around her waist and lifted up her short skirt’s hem onto her belly before prying her thighs, gently apart with both hands. God your beautiful down there I told her as I got a good eyeful of her exposed, panty covered mound. The dog moved in between her legs quickly making it hard for her to get up even if she had tried. She didn’t, so I spread her legs a little further open to her pets inquisitive gaze.
I was both relieved and very excited to see the young girls panty’s were quite obviously wet along the crotch band. The girls breath caught in her throat, I could see embarrassment blushing her sweet cheeks as I beckoned her dog closer, telling Brianna to just relax and she’d see just how much Harley really loved her.
The dog was still weary of me. But, as he came closer, his keen sense of smell picked up Brianna’s lovely cunt’s female fragrance. He shivered fitfully as he crowded in for closer inspection.
“You see, You smell really good to him Bri. Can you see how much he likes the smell of your pussy?” I asked the quivery young thing on my knee.
“Yeah…” She mumbled, it seemed to me she was speaking through a sensual fog.  My cock was already rock hard, it pulsed with joy at her words. As the girls pet smelt her love fumes, I smelt victory.
I pulled her right leg closest to me, still wider in obvious invitation to the dog. Brianna didn’t resist as I encouraged her boldness by asking her questions like, How could she blame her pet from wanting to lick such a beautiful girl. Harley moved right in close now. His black, wet nose quaked across Brianna’s sticky crocthband. Liking what he smelt, he quickly pushed his nose in deeper, spreading her thighs even wider to allow him full access to her lovely loins. My cock was raging in my pants as I heard Bri responding very positively. I guess it was probably the horniest experience she’d ever had.
Her ass felt hot and wiggled against my leg. I noticed more wetness at her crotch as her sweet, hot juices seeped out to dampen the crotch panel of her panties even more. Harley was really interested in Brianna’s girly stink. I could feel the young girl growing hotter, more fidgety, as she felt Harley rub his snout back and forth across her crotch.
It was all I could do to stop myself blowing my load, the depravity of the whole scene, realizing Brianna was turning on. The eager animal, whimpering before her, as he stood between her knees, probing Brianna’s sweat young cunt, spread legged, her short skirt luridly raised in invitation.
The dog made big sweeping swiping splashes across her mound with his tongue. Rasping it over her spit soaked panties and snorting in the torrid fumes of her young moist pussy as she creamified her pure young fuck furrow. I felt her exhale shuddering, I took it as a sure sign of her surrender to the bizarre, forbidden sexual thrills I was introducing her to.
I steadied her gently as I pushed a hand in front of the dogs rutting nose, he retreated back a step, frustrated. He had a taste for Brianna now and wanted to find the source of her delicious young cunt-juices. I used my fingers swiftly, soothingly, pulling seductively to one side the thin narrow crotchband of her dampened, nylon panties, exposing her lightly hair-fringed, wet cunt before her dog and I. Damn. It was female perfection. Her pure young labia where hotly packed like pastrami in a small bread roll, dipped in warm tartar source.
I could sense she wanted the dog to lick her now. And, he did!
Harley’s long, thick animal-tongue, wetly snaked out, curling at its tip as it searingly splayed open the fervid, sensitive lips of her pouting blond pussy! It laved the very seeping, inflamed mouth of her vagina, separating the soft, hair-fringed folds, drawing with a shuddering pink stroke upward between them, ending and twisting at the delicate bud of her already hotly inflamed little clitoris! And he wasn’t about to stop there!
Again and again without the slightest urging on my part, the big brute repeated his lingual actions, raising little gasps of lurid joy from my willing little girlfriend. The young blonde fourteen-year-old sat there on my quivery knee with shapely, naked legs spread wide, her exposed loins thrust obscenely forward, my nasty hand holding the narrow wisp of her nylon panties to one side for Harley’s lustfully delicious tongue lashing. He power drove into her erotically steamy young cunt!
Harley was wiggling excitedly between the wide flung knees of his beautiful blonde mistress. His boney skull-like yellow grey  head bounced beneath her raised up skirt as he sunk his animal tongue deeply into her hot, wet young pussy lips. I could tell from vast experience, the animal must be feeling it’s racing blood pounding through its animal veins. The delicate scent of Brianna’s aroused, fluid heat, filled his keen sensitive nostrils as he ardently stroked his long, thick tongue through the moistened, pink flesh between her sensuously spread thighs. I could also smell her exciting feminine sexual odor, the room was charged with intense sexual fever. My head swam. The dogs desire was contagiously charging to Brianna and I.
Brianna swayed hypnotically on my knee. Her own slim right hand slid down over mine. Her fingers relieving mine as she started making little rutting movements against the dogs tongue and holding her panty crotch aside on her own volition.
I immediately, joyfully and thankfully, slid both hands up over the silky bumps of her lovely young rib cage, until I reached, cupped, caressed the plump, full womanly mounds of her quivering young boobs. My finger tips found her nipples. She sighed above the slurping, gurgling sounds of her own dog licking her hot wet cunt. The rigid little nubs I teased at the ends of her tits told me she was loving the little bestial party game I was teaching her. I rolled her nibs firmly between thumb and index finger, enjoying the pleasant little hiss that escaped her quaky red lips.
“Do you like it?’ I asked.
“Uh huh..” She slurred, trancelike.
The dog corkscrewed into her hot sloosh-hole as I told her how Harley and I both loved her lovely little hole. I told the gasping little girl how the dog would love to fuck his long pointed cock into her, that I would love to fuck her with mine to. She grunted appropriately as I told her the filthy things I could vividly imagine she and Harley doing in her bedroom at night when her mom and dad had gone to sleep from now on.
Suddenly, I felt her tense, as if listening to a far off sound as she sucked in a little breath and moaned. I was sure she’d just had a small orgasm.
That was it. I couldn’t take it any more. In one motion I stood, tearing her away from the frustrated hound, I stripped her sloppy panties from her as I carried her unresisting to the couch. I dropped her flat on her back. I pulled out my tortured cock from my pants before her wide blue eyes, dropping between her legs and grabbing her hips. I was blazing hot and oh so hard. I couldn’t remember being hornier. I drove my fat tormented cudgel to the hilt in her hotly clenching cunt as she gasped for air. I grabbed her plump young tit-flesh as I pummeled into her intensely tight snatch. But I was in no mood to fiddle fuck around.
I was pounding into her young body. My balls slapped against her fuck-mouth as she began to meet my thrusts. Suddenly it was just too much. I barely had enough control to pull my cock from her and blow my cum wad onto her taught young belly instead of deep inside her quivering girly guts.
I’m not sure how she felt as I busted my nut across her belly. I hoped she was really frustrated. I didn’t want her to baulk now.
During my brief fucking of the gorgeous little minx, Harley had been continuously whimpering and tossing about behind me.
As soon as I’d stripped my last squirt of cum from my grateful cock, onto my lovely young lover girl’s belly, I immediately moved aside, enough to allow Harley to push in beside me. He nearly bowled me over to get back to licking the young blonde fourteen-year-old’s soupy pussy and swab up the pearly threads of my thick white jiz from her tummy. I knew she could see her faithful pets pink cock slithering out from his furry sheath as he licked her obscenely.
Next moment, I was telling her much I’d loved fucking her cunt as I rolled her over, gently sliding her to her knees, rump raised back towards her amorous pet. She seemed very understanding when I told her Harley deserved to fuck her now also.
Brianna was resting on her elbows on the couch now, knees on the floor, her provocative bare ass and pink lipped twat thrust back toward the over-excited, drooling animal.
The girl seemed to be almost an animal herself to me as her slimy, dripping, pink cunt-mouth swayed tantalizingly before the hard breathing dog. I could see Brianna’s soft, rubbery folds open and close spasmodically as I called to the dog, begging him to mount her and fuck her. The dog came up behind the girl, then bounded up. His hairy front legs twisting and tightening around the girl’s slim, pliant middle, his rump was already making fucking actions as he sought to drive his long, thick cock into the fourteen-year-old’s slippery pink cunt.
My breath caught in my throat, my mouth watered when I saw the dog’s tremendous cock find and sink deep into that lathered pussy with one fierce lunge. It was a truly horny, depraved sight. The incredibly thick bright red dog-prick disappeared all the way into the girl with one thrust. The girl moaned and sobbed feverishly, her head rolling from side to side as the dog began to fuck her with quick strong in and out strokes of that great prick.
Brianna writhed and twisted on the couch, her cunt shoving down hard against Harleys rutting prodder. Watching the dog’s prick, I could almost feel that long, thick red shaft driving itself deep into her twat, feel her cunt being spread wide apart by that thickness of pleasure giving doggy-cock. As the fucking continued I felt a little jealous, I wanted more than anything, to feel my own cock buried to the balls in the little bitch again as I saw Brianna’s hips twist and grind against Harleys slapping K9 balls. He sought to get every last bit of his prick into her. I was sure the feeling of that hot throbbing dog-shaft inside her was sending shivers of ecstatic delight through Brianna’s trembling body.
The rutting dog’s panting and Brianna’s constant moaning kept my attention on the breath taking spectacle, I watched through lust blurred eyes as the dog continued to fuck the little fourteen-year-old dog slut at the same rapid pace, his long wet bright red cock driving in and out like a piston, the muscles of his rump rippling under hairy coat and back as he fucked and fucked in a way that had Brianna going wild. She was wriggling and squirming madly, shoving her ass back with hard, driving movements to meet those incessantly rapid motions.
I could look right in between the girl’s legs, as well as those of the dog’s. I reveled in the sight of the girl’s pink lipped flesh that glistened between the widely spread cunt lips, coated with beads of glistening white fluid. The sight of that big, bright red, dog cock, shiny with the girl’s come, driven relentlessly and powerfully in and out between those slick lips was intoxicating.
A wild, piercing wail bellowed out of the girl just then. She bucked and jerked, her back arching, her come lathered cunt shoving back, her ass twisting frantically as she began to come. Brianna went wild, her ass jerking up and down, back and forth, in tight little circles against the pounding hairy belly of the Weimaraner.
Her body drove hard back against the dog as she was pierced deeply by the driving sword of the dog’s prick. I could see pre-cum being splashed as it poured from her convulsing pussy.
It oozed out around the dog’s still reaming prick, running down the girl’s thighs, the smooth white flesh shining tackily with briny dog cum, the nasty fluid covering her legs.
Brianna cried out, her body stiffening and jerking. I placed a hand gently against her tummy to enjoy her hard quaking spasms as her orgasm began to build up inside her. With my other hand I pinched her swollen, hard nippled tits as she rose and fell, impaling herself frenetically on that immense prick that was buried to the hilt in her, that filled her cunt with terrific sensations here-to-fore unknown to her.
Suddenly, the muscles in her thighs, stomach and cunt stiffened. Her body jerked. I knew Harley’s cock had burst inside her like a bomb going off in her cunt.
The sharp, pounding, driving sensations ripped through her beneath my palm, bringing a long wailing scream as she came.
I was aghast with the pleasure I imagined for her. Her entire body was wracked with spasm after spasm of incredible pleasure that forced her to drive her pulsating pussy down over that thick cock, wanting to feel it buried as far up into her as she could get it. Her filled twat throbbed with a fierce rhythm as she came, her hot thin liquids flowing out of her snatch and down along Harley’s rigid pole that was jammed deep in her cunt.
The dog held his massive, tapered knob, almost in her womb. Brianna howled when she felt his cock jerk furiously a stream of hot, thick cream shot from his pulsating cock, sending a torrent into her cunt. His cock leapt inside her as spurt after spurt of boiling hot come was ejected into her clinging, tightening pussy tunnel.
I could feel Brianna’s tummy muscles clasp and squeeze and roll around that throbbing dog cock shaft, milking it with her instinctive, feminine, guts sucking motions.
Her cunt overflowed with his tremendous briny dog load. It dripped steadily from between the bruised, reddened mouth of her snatch. She was almost deliriously sagging, breasts against the couch, as I looked at her through lust glazed eyes.
Her arms and legs hanging limply as the dog jerked his long, still iron hard cock out of the girl’s battered pussy. The grayish-white juices poured out from between her puffy lips. It flowed from the girl’s twat, forming a thick pool of cum on the carpet beneath her still quivering ass.
Harley reclined on his haunches now, twisted around as his long tongue licked at his come covered cock, flecked with spots of Brianna’s white girly goo, as it slowly, slowly slithered back into his hairy cock-sheath.
I praised Brianna gently. Soothingly. I would have dearly loved to fuck her again myself but I knew she’d be very tender in the pussy right now. Instead, I helped her to the shower and gently washed he dog cum from her well fucked body.
After she dressed, she was pretty quiet. I was starting to get worried. I’d lost my head. Would Brianna tell her parents what I’d done with her? I told her I’d drive her and Harley home.
It wasn’t until we were nearly to her place that the subject of what we’d done came up. There was a little embarrassment on her part. But I told her I’d love to have her visit me again anytime she wanted. Like boyfriend and girlfriend even, if she liked? Suddenly Harley barked out loud as if he didn’t like the idea of sharing his new young lover and we both broke out laughing.
That was a few weeks ago. I’ve seen Brianna fuck Harley and fucked her good, long and hard myself, quite a few times since then.

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Kidnapped, tortured and raped (1)

His laughter rang throughout the dimly lit room in a menacing, villianous tone. He stood at the side of a bed, wearing nothing but a twisted smile on his face, belt in hand. The bed was filthy. Dried blood stains, cum stains, piss and dirt covered the linens. It had been well used, for purposes that most never even dreamed of. The sickest nightmares couldn’t compare to this man’s reality. “Wake up, little girl,” he cooed, nudging the sleeping figure on the bed with a large, calloused hand. She had long, black hair that went down to the small of her back and tanned skin. She was short for her age; being 18 and 5’2. As she began to awaken, the man slipped back into the shadows, waiting for his little victim to begin panicking. This was his favorite part.
The girl’s eyes fluttered open with a soft groan and almost immediately, she was aware of the dull ache in her skull. It felt as though someone had hit her with a bat. She opened her eyes wider and gasped, trying to process her surroundings. Her eyes ran across the room in a panic. She couldn’t make out much. The room was shrouded mostly in darkness. She attempted to sit up and realized her hands and feet were bound tightly with thick rope to the bed. Her legs were spread wide and to her horror, she was completely naked. “What the fuck? Where the hell am I? HELLO? Is there anybody there?!” she screamed. “HELP!” Little did she know, she was far from civilization and nobody was coming to her rescue. She was all alone, save for the man in the room. Her cries for help fell on deaf ears, succeeding only in hardening the cock of her capturer. He licked his lips, waiting for her tears. He loved it when his victims began crying. They looked so helpless. So beautifully helpless.
It wasn’t long until she began crying. “P-please, somebody, help me!” she yelled, twisting and thrashing in the ropes. All she managed to do was injure her wrists and ankles. The ropes held taught; she hadn’t even gotten them to loosen.
Her crying quieted down when she heard a thick, deep voice. “Hello, Alyssa,” the voice said. Immediately, the girl tensed. Her breath caught in her throat and she turned to the corner of the room where she thought the voice was coming from.
“Who’s there? How do you know my name?” she called out, focusing her eyes to try and see in the dark.
Slowly, footsteps inched toward her and the man revealed himself. “I’ve been watching you,” he said simply. The sight of his nakedness, the belt in his hand, and the scar that covered half his face made the small girl scream in terror. She began struggling in the ropes again, screaming over and over. He looked to be out of a horror movie. The left side of his face appeared melted. His left eye socket was also empty. The burnt flesh ended at the top of his mouth, allowing him to grin wolfishly, showing teeth. His face hinted at an age of 40 or older. As her eyes fell from his face to the belt, she also noticed the hard-on he was supporting. To say it was huge was an understatement.
“Now, now. Settle down, little girl… Or daddy will have to punish you,” the man said in a matter-of-fact tone. Alyssa was far too gone in her panic to listen. She continued her screaming, calling repeatedly for help. Irritated, the man lifted the belt to strike it down hard on the bed right beside her, shouting loudly.
“SHUT THE FUCK UP, BITCH!”
That did the trick. Alyssa froze, peering large, shocked eyes up at him. She whimpered, unable to stop the tears from coming. “I’ll do anything, don’t kill me please. I’m only eighteen. I don’t want to die,” she begged, crying. Her terrified eyes met his cold, dead ones. There was nothing there to bargain with. His sanity had left him. He had no conscience. There was only the urge to dominate, to destroy, to kill. Some part of Alyssa acknowledged that, but hope led her to believe that she might be able to convince him somehow to let her go. As if she could be so lucky.
“I’m not going to hurt you,” he lied. “Just listen to me and do what I say, and I’ll let you go.”
Alyssa nodded feverishly, hysteria rising up in her throat. “Anything, I’ll do anything you say! Just please, please let me go. I won’t tell anyone, I promise.”
The man smiled, settling himself down on the bed beside her. She flinched, her heart beating a mile in her chest. “My name is Alex, but you’re going to call me Master,” he said, reaching out to grip her jaw in a crushing grip. “Understand?”
The frightened girl nodded, stuttering a timid reply. “I-I understand.”
“Open your mouth,” he said.
“Why?”
“JUST OPEN IT!” he bellowed, his temper flaring. He hated having to repeat himself.
Quickly, Alyssa complied, parting her lips wide. Alex quickly pushed three fingers into her mouth and down her throat. Gagging, Alyssa attempted to jerk her head away. “Stay still,” he commanded, using his other hand to grip her hair painfully tightly to keep her head in place.
“If you bite me, I’m going to rip out your teeth one by one. If you throw up on me, I will gut you alive,” he stated in a hard tone, pulling out the three fingers now coated in saliva only to push them back down her throat. He built a quick rhythm, pulling his fingers out only to delve them into her throat again. She choked and gagged, thankful her stomach was empty.
When Alex was satisfied, he grinned and pet his cock, circling his large fingers around his thick member to coat it in the girl’s saliva. “This is going down your throat next.” Staring down at his enormous cock in horror, she shook her head and cried in dismay. Alex scowled, backhanded her cheek hard enough to bruise.
“This is when you thank me for letting your slutty mouth pleasure my cock. Say it, bitch.” Alex slapped her again, the loud smacking sound filling the room along with Alyssa’s sobbing.
“Thank y-you,” she whispered, tears blurring her vision.
“Wrong, bitch. Whenever you speak to me, you address me as Master.” Looking down at her, Alex was getting so aroused. She looked so helpless and worn down, as if the world had turned its back on her. Her tears made his cock twitch. He wanted to fuck her into submission right there and then, but told himself that it would be sweeter with the wait.
Getting off the bed, he gripped the belt tightly in one hand, supporting another sick smile. “We’re going to play a game. Each time I hit you with this belt, you’re going to say ‘Thank you, Master.’ And if you fail to do so, that’s another scar that’s going to ruin your perfect skin.” He walked into the shadows and returned with a fairly large knife. It gleamed even in the dim light. “Get it?” he asked, leaning down to run the edge of the blade lightly against her cheek, cutting her just a little. A drop of blood welled up and trailed down her skin.
Eyes wide with fear, Alyssa cried and nodded. She was crying so much, she could barely reply. “Y-y-yes, Master.”
Alex straightened and curled the belt around his hand to get a good grip on it before lashing it down to meet the girl’s breasts, leaving a painful-looking red welt. She let out a loud scream, unable to get any words in between before he hit her again. “Two scars,” he said, lifting the belt to strike it down yet again.
“Thank you, Master!” she yelled out, which was met with another hit from his belt.
“Thank you, Master!” she said again, repeating those words until her torso was covered with angry, red welts. She was left sobbing and whimpering, squirming in pain as Alex sat down beside her.
“There, there,” he said, admiring his work. She was bleeding and bruised in various places.
“Now, for those scars…” Trailing off, he reached for his knife and pressed it just before her collar bone, cutting deep enough so that she was bleeding profusely. Lines of red dripped down her bare breasts. Alyssa cringed in pain, looking away from the knife in his hand. She had never handled gore very well. Unluckily for her, Alex moved the knife to her forehead, slicing through the skin just below her hairline. Head wounds bled a lot and soon, Alyssa had to close her eyelids not to let the blood from the cut get into her eyes. She wailed in pain, tugging on her hands and feet.
While Alyssa was trying to cope with the stinging pain of being cut so deep, Alex climbed onto the bed and stradled her chest. Sensing the movement and then the pressure of Alex’s body, Alyssa opened her eyes to find the man’s cock staring at her. Her eyes widened and she opened her mouth to scream, but the sound was muffled as Alex grabbed her head and shoved his cock into her mouth. He thrust in deep, shoving all of his meat down her throat. He felt her throat muscles convulse and contract in panic and moaned in pleasure. Looking down, he saw her eyes watering and her lips fitted around his fat cock like a vice. “Whore,” he said, slapping her cheek and pulling out.
Alyssa gasped for breath, coughing and sputtering. “D-don’t!” she managed to say just before Alex pried her jaw open and thrust in again.
“You think you’re in any position to tell me what to do, whore?!” he screamed down at her, pulling his cock out only to stuff it back into her mouth, giving her only a second to get a breath. He continued that fast, rough pace, fucking her throat as though it was her cunt. Alyssa’s chin dribbled with saliva and her face was covered in blood and tears. It hurt having her throat stretched so wide and Alyssa’s lungs burned, starving for air.
“You walk around, thinking all highly of yourself. I saw you turn that guy down yesterday. He was twice your size. Had he any brains, he would have cornered you in an alley and fucked your brains out while he slit your throat, whore. You think women have power? You think women can make any real choices? Well, you’re fucking wrong. Men let you think that. You inferior bunch of sluts are good for only one thing: sex. You agree, don’t you?” The way he spat those words while he throat-fucked Alyssa made it perfectly clear that Alex was misogynistic.
“Nod, bitch.” Pulling his cock out of Alyssa’s mouth, he took some of the saliva dripping from her chin and smeared it all over her face. She gasped for air and nodded obediently, grateful she could finally breath. The break didn’t last long before he stuffed his cock back into her mouth. Using her hair as a handle, he pushed her head forward and roughly pulled it back to repeat the process, bobbing her head on his cock. He continued doing this for another ten minutes before he sped up the pace, grinding her nose against him each time he pulled her head up to stuff her mouth with thick meat. His breath hitched and he pushed her head down and shoved himself all inside her, keeping himself there as he shuddered and pumped five loads of cum down her throat.
Alyssa began frantically struggling, her body jerking in the ropes as he came down her throat, blocking her airway and forcing her to swallow his sperm. He stayed there in her throat, choking her for a minute more. It wasn’t long before she passed out, the lack of oxygen causing her to fade into blackness. Her eyes rolled back into her head and she collapsed, suddenly limp. Alex only laughed, pulling his wet cock out of her mouth. He walked out of the room, grinning. He couldn’t wait until she woke up.
—
Half an hour later, Alyssa groaned and opened her eyes, thinking of the terrible dream she just had. As she took in her surroundings, she realized it was no dream. Alex was there in between her legs, his cock positioned to the entrance of her pussy. She opened her mouth to scream and noticed the aching pain in her throat. It hurt so much. That didn’t stop her from screaming however. Alex only laughed and slapped her hard, leaving a red mark. “Shut up, bitch.”
Before she could begin talking, Alex pushed himself against her, rock hard once more. The head of his thick, lengthy cock entered her tight pussy. She screamed in utter agony, feeling the hole of her cunt stretch wide to accomodate his girth. As a result of the brutality, it tore in two places, bleeding. He hadn’t used any lubricant and she was completely dry from being so terrified. He wasn’t thinking of her pleasure in the least. Alyssa clawed at the bed, gasping and screaming.
“OH MY FUCKING GOD, PLEASE STOP!” she screamed, fresh tears in her eyes.
Alex responded by pushing her legs completely apart and giving a hard shove forward, burying his fat cock in her completely, the tip bumping painfully against her cervix. The poor girl let out a howl of pain which was quickly drowned out as Alex bent down to kiss her hard, bruising her lips. When he pulled away and began thrusting in her painfully fast, her body heaved with sobs and she shook her head in denial. “No, no, no, nooo,” she cried, shaking.
Suddenly, Alex stopped moving inside her. He spoke in a soft tone, much different from how he had spoken to her before. “You’re letting yourself suffer,” he told her.
“Tell yourself you like it. You like what I’m doing to you. You were born to take cock. It’s your true purpose in life. You want to be stuffed with my cock. Say it. Believe it.” He reached forward with a hand and Alyssa cringed, though he only used the lightest of touches to caress her cheek; an odd gesture considering his cock was twitching deep inside her ravaged pussy.
“Say it,” he said again, his tone a little harsher.
Alyssa looked up at him, crying still and stuttered out the words between hiccups, “I-I want to be s-stuffed with your cock,” she repeated.
“Good girl,” he breathed out, beginning to move inside her again. She balled her hands into fists and clenched her teeth from the pain, trying her hardest to tell herself she was enjoying this. Anything to get the stinging pain to lessen.
Because he didn’t want his cock to chaf, he helped her arousal by rubbing two fingers in quick circles on her clit as he pumped in and out of her. After a few minutes, she began responding to the stimulation, wetting his cock with her juices. It was easier now for Alex to pump her pussy like a piston, moving so fast that he rocked the bed. Alyssa’s breasts also bounced with the force of his deep thrusts. He dipped his head low while he fucked her, taking one breast into his mouth to rasp his teeth on the flesh. His tongue flicked against her sensitive nipple, causing it to harden. Despite herself, Alyssa moaned softly, her eyes glazed over.
“Tell me who are you.”
“I-I’m Alyssa.”
“No, you’re my slave.”
“I’m your slave.”
“What are you?”
She didn’t need to be told what he thought she was. “I’m a whore, Master.”
Smiling, Alex thrust in extra deep to get a wince out of her. “Exactly.” He continued to fuck her tight, wet pussy, curling his hand around her neck hard enough to choke her. The walls of her tiny cunt clenched all around him, trying to push out the intrusion each time he thrust in. He only moaned, enjoying the constricting sensations.
His hand around her neck felt like a vice; it tightened slowly and once again, he stole her breath. She gasped for air and pulled on her wrists, burning them on the ropes. He continued to choke her as he used her, pulling out to the tip only to roughly pound himself back into her. She wanted to scream, but couldn’t. Feeling a familiar burning in her throat and lungs, she looked pleading eyes up at him. She felt herself losing consciousness again.
Alex paid no heed to the desperate look on her face and fucked her relentlessly, choking her while he did so. In and out, in and out, he fucked like he wanted to beat her cervix with his cock. Soon, his pace sped up even more and his hand around her throat tightened further. He placed his other hand on her right breast and squeezed tightly, digging his fingernails into the flesh. Meanwhile, she was gasping for breath and clawing in her restraints, suffering helplessly through the torture.
Gritting his teeth, Alex thrust in one last time with a loud groan, pumping her pussy full of cum. He dumped load after load inside her, just as he had done with her mouth. The last thing Alyssa was aware of was the warm cum spurting inside her before she passed out, lying limp beneath him. Alex collapsed on top of her unconscious form and breathed heavily. He laughed, getting on his elbows to look down at her. She was a mess of blood, welts and bruises. Her neck had his fingertips imprinted in purple and blue. “Fucking beautiful,” he commented, shifting to kiss her lips, delving his tongue into her unresponsive mouth. It was like making out with a corpse, but he could feel her beating heart underneath his body.
He planned to fuck her ass as well, but he would need to be patient. “Wait until you wake up,” he murmured, getting off of her and stalking out of the room.
—
When Alyssa woke for a third time, she was instantly aware of the pain in her neck and throat. It hurt to move her head and it hurt to breath. The rest of her body ached as well, especially her sore vagina. She looked around the dark room in despair, crying silently to herself. “I’m going to die here. He’s going to kill me,” she sobbed in a tiny voice, too tired to fight against the ropes.
“I’m not going to kill you unless you give me a reason to. Do what I want and I’ll let you live.” The voice came out of nowhere and jerked Alyssa to attention. Alex stepped into the room and smiled at her, still naked from head to toe. He was supporting another hard-on. Alyssa whimpered in fear, wanting to melt into the bed.
“Why are you doing this to me?! I’ve never done anything to you!” she screamed, crying. She was shaking in fear and the anxiety in her stomach kept rising as he stepped closer.
“Oh, the classic ‘why me’ response. You just happened to catch my interest while I was out in the city. No fault of your own, really. I just had to have you.” He sat at the side of the bed, looking down at her with one shockingly blue iris.
“What do you think I’m going to do after I’m done fucking you? Cut you up into little pieces and scatter you all over the forest?” He grinned after he asked her, the scars on the burnt half of his face scrunching up. She shook her head in horror, crying.
“No, please, I’ll do anything. Please don’t kill me! I’ll be your whore, I’ll do anything. Anything you want, I’ll do it!” Her voice rang in desperation, brightening her captor’s smile. It was exactly the response he wanted to hear.
“Really? Anything?”
“Yes, anything, I promise!”
“Good. Guess I won’t have to kill you now.” There was some humor in his voice.
Alex stood up then, going to the headboard of the bed to begin untying one of her wrists. She gaped up at him in disbelief. She wondered why in the world he was untying her. Grinning at her obvious expression, the man spoke. “I’m going to untie you now and if you try to run away, I’m going to take a bat and beat you to death with it. Do you doubt me?” he asked, turning to her as he freed her hand. Alyssa’s eyes widened and she shook her head ‘no.’ Alex moved to untie her other wrist. Soon, he had freed all her limbs. This allowed her to sit up on the bed. She looked down at her wrists and ankles. They were bloody and bruised from all the struggling she had put up. Unable to help herself, she looked around for an exit, her eyes darting around the dark room frantically. There were no windows. Just one door.
Noticing her wandering eyes, Alex spoke up. “I think you need a demonstration.” Reaching under the bed, he pulled out a wooden bat.
Alyssa backed away in fear, shaking her head. “Oh god no, please! I won’t run, I won’t run!” she screamed, pressing her back against the headboard. She curled up into a trembling ball, clutching her legs to her chest and pressing her face to her knees. She lost all hope. There was no way she could make it to that door. It was probably locked too, she thought.
Alex dropped the bat and kicked it back underneath the bed. He climbed onto the bed beside Alyssa. Upon hearing the bed shift, the tiny girl tensed in anticipation. “You’re going to kill me, aren’t you?” she asked, unable to look at him. She felt his hand touch her knee and whimpered.
“Look at me.”
Alyssa lifted her head, knowing full well not to disobey him. His face was so close, she shrieked and tried to back away, but there was no place to go. He stared at her with a lustful gaze, his eyes running over her blood-matted breasts. “If you continue to be a good little whore, I won’t have a reason to kill you. It’s only when you become useless that I’ll want to get rid of you.” He spoke softly, reaching out to pet her head. She wanted to get as far from him as possible, but used sheer will not to back away.
“Will you do everything I say?”
“Yes, Master.”
Alex lay down on his back beside her crumpled form on the bed. He easily pulled her to stradle his waist, making her sit on his erect cock. Her cunt was still slippery from his cum and rubbed against his cock as he settled her in position. “You’re going to take all of my cock up your ass. You’re going to ride me as fast as you can, no matter how much it hurts. Got that, bitch?”
Alyssa looked down at him in horror, but nodded eitherway. It was this or death. However, there was no way she would be able to take him dry. She wanted some sort of lubricant. Reaching inside her cunt which was still wet from his cum, she coated her fingers in the juices and rubbed them all over his cock and her own asshole. Reluctantly, she gripped the base of his length and positioned the tip in between her cheeks. Alex settled his hands on her hips, grinning devilishly up at her.
Slowly, Alyssa pushed herself down on his cock, feeling the head get past her sphincter muscles. “It’s so fucking big, oh my god..” It hurt so much and she tried to stifle her cries of pain while she impaled herself, forcing herself to take more of his cock into her ass. She clenched her teeth and began sobbing, shaking her head.
“I can’t do it, fuck fuck fuck.. It hurts so much!”
“Do it or I’ll kill you right now.”
Alyssa made a defeated, pained noise and pushed herself further down, taking more of his meat. Losing patience, Alex gripped her hips tightly and pushed her down all the way, forcing her to take his entire cock. She screamed out in agony, breathing hard.
“Ride it. Now.” His tone was angry. He was tired of waiting for her. He didn’t care what kind of pain she was in. All he cared about was his own pleasure.
Alyssa closed her eyes and began rocking herself on his cock, feeling as though her ass was on fire. His meat stretched her hole wide apart and her insides sprawled to allow each penetration as she took him in and out. The man groaned in pleasure and pushed his hips up to meet her ass, allowing for a deeper penetration. “You feel so good, baby,” he moaned, tightening his grip on her hips to bruise the skin. “But now, it’s my turn to take control.”
Alex pushed her off his cock and sat up quickly, grabbing her by her hair to push her on her hands and knees. “Arch your back,” he instructed as he got behind her. Spitting on his cock, he shoved it back into her asshole, paying no mind to her screams. He began fucking her asshole in a rough, fast pace, causing his balls to slap against her cunt each time. Once again, the bed creaked and rocked with their bodies and Alyssa’s hanging breasts moved to the rhythm of his thrusts.
Alex reached his arm around to play with Alyssa’s clit while he fucked her asshole. By now, she had stopped screaming. His fingers rubbed in quick circles around the sensitive nub, sending little waves of pleasure through her body. She focused on those sensations to get her through the pain. Soon, she was moaning wantonly, her eyes glazed over. She was utterly broken.
The man continued to push his cock in and out of her asshole, picking up the pace as he felt his orgasm approaching. Alyssa too was on the verge of a climax. He kept fucking her and rubbing her clit as he came inside her ass in a torrent of cum. She cried out, tensing and squirming as the waves of pleasure consumed her and she came undone, reaching orgasm by the hand of the very man who had repeatedly raped her. Alex pumped her ass a few more times before pulling out. She collapsed onto the bed in a panting mess and Alex lay down beside her, pulling an arm around her waist to pull her close.
“Will you let me go now? I did everything you wanted,” she whispered, turning to look up at him sheepishly through her lashes.
“Not a chance.” He locked his arms around her back and pushed her breasts to his chest, pressing on the bruises covering her body.
She sighed, wondering why she wasn’t feeling shocked, angry or frightened. Perhaps it was because she had given up hope. She accepted what was happening to her. She accepted that she was helpless. All she felt was fatigue and pain.
Resting her head against his chest, she closed her eyes and began to drift off into a deep sleep. Strangely, she thought she saw him gently kiss her forehead before sleep took her.

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