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A Young Farm Girl Mad for Sex - Part 4
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WARNING! WARNING! WARNING! WARNING! WARNING! WARNING! WARNING! WARNING!
SEXUALLY EXPLICIT MATERIAL: RAPE/BONDAGE/S&M/INCEST/BEASTIALITY/LESBIANISM
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Copyright 1990 All rights reserved
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If there's any nasty thing a girl can do it's in this story. Our heroine
is a young farm girl mad for sex. She gets it, and is punished for it
by a variety of people including mom and dad. This may be the only
story ever to appear on a.s.s. in which a girl is gang raped by a pack
of dogs...and loves it.
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Part Four
My head hung down, my sweaty hair hanging damply across my
sweating face in a tangled mass. I looked down at my rounded
breasts protruding from my thin ribcage. Sweat beaded out on them
now, and all down the smooth white flatness of my belly and across
my hips. I could feel drops sliding down into my light pussy hair.
The crop whistled through the air again and again. Now it
brought only a shallow grunt from my lips. My senses were so
overwhelmed by agony, my back already so afire, that the renewed
lashes brought only short stabs of pain.
The sheriff seemed to realize this. He didn't like my just
hanging there not responding properly to the blows. He stopped and
moved around me. His hand gripped my sweat damp hair, yanking my
head up. Angrily he pulled my head way back between my arms,
thrusting my chest outward.
I whimpered at this new abuse, at the pain coming from my hair
at his brutal pulling. My throat tightened and hurt from the
pressure of being forced so far back. Then the crop cracked down
across my right breast.
The thin leather landed with stunning force on the soft fleshy
orb, the force of his blow mashed the whip deep into the center of
my breast, parting the meat in two halves, and smashing against my
ribs.
I shuddered in renewed agony from this outrageous attack. My
head jerking against his grip on my hair. He slammed the whip down
again, this time against both breasts, slashing down right across
the pink nipples.
My legs kicked feebly against him and my mouth wailed its
terror as he slashed and beat at my breasts with the crop until
they were criss crossed by swollen red welts. He whipped them like
a madman, striking first one, then the other, then both together,
as my legs and hips twisted and flailed helplessly. Tears poured
from my bleary eyes as the burning, shattering pain of my breasts
mounted.
He let go of my hair and my head jerked upward and then
forward, hanging down over my burning tit meat. I looked up dazedly
and cold see drool and spit flying from his mouth as his bulging
eyes stared down at my nakedness. He lowered his attack and slashed
down at my belly again and again, seemingly intent to leave not a
square inch of unmarked flesh on my body.
He stopped. I could hear his gasping breaths even over my own.
I was hardly aware of what was happening any more. I saw without
noting it, the Sheriff hanging a wide horizontal bar from the same
hook as my arms.
I groaned as he lifted my leg up high, folding it up and back
against my chest. I felt something slide around my ankle and hold
it there. Then the same thing happened with my other leg, until I
was hanging from both ankles and wrists, folded in two.
My ankles were then moved apart, and hooked to the ends of the
bar, so they were wide open. I noted this, sort of, through a
thick daze. I could see him as I looked out from between my legs,
leering at me.
Then the crop came down in a terrible ark that seemed to move
in slow motion. It tore through the damp cool air and landed smack
in the middle of my gaping crotch, right along my slit!
My throat was raw with screaming already, but this blow
brought a terrible wail of agony which I didn't even recognize as
my own. It was a howling scream of animal pain and suffering. The
crop raised high, again as if in slow motion, then slashed down
once more, in nearly the same place...
The sheriff seemed to take satisfaction from landing blows
right against my slit, my clit, and my asshole. The pain was
indescribably, agony in its purest, rawest, most terrible form.
My pussy and asshole felt like the skin was being ripped away
and my insides were about to spew out any minute. I envisioned my
intestines and cuntwalls dripping forth from bloody gashes.
The whip slashed down over and over, filling the room with a
terrible meaty thwack each time. When he stopped it was only
because I was unconscious, and even his smelling salts couldn't
bring me to.
I don't know how long I was out, it wasn't long enough. When
I woke, I was still hanging from the chain, but my legs had been
let down again. The pain was a terrible background wall that
obscured and misted all other senses.
I was awake for several minutes before my slit eyes focused
and delivered to my brain the sight of the Sheriff standing
transfixed before me, holding the crop by the thin end as he worked
the long thick handle up and into my cunt. He thrust it in and out,
over and over, spellbound by the sight.
When he noticed I was awake he jumped and started to yank it
out, then thought better of ti. Instead he thrust it up into me
brutally, bringing a fresh stab of pain from my body.
Thats what you live for isn't it you little Whooooooore, isn't
it!!?" he gasped. "You need it don't you!?"
He continued to work the smooth, sweat stained handle up and
down in my cunt. He leaned forward slowly and ran his tongue out
and across one bulging, sweating, scarred nipple. Ever so slowly he
licked at the small tortured bud, hardened by outrageous buffeting.
His lips fastened around it and he sucked softly.
Minutes went by as I hung there moaning with the pain. The
sheriff continued to bend over me, licking and suckling on my
breasts as he worked the handle of the crop in my cunt. His hands
fumbled with his pants and then dropped them to the floor. His
fully erect penis sprung up, pointing at me eagerly.
"Lord forgive this weak man for succumbing to temptation!!" he
sobbed.
He grasped my body tightly against him, forcing his mouth down
on mine. His hands raced over my body, squeezing, fondling,
stroking. His tongue flicked over my teeth, and both his hands came
down to my buttocks, squeezing and kneading the wounded flesh.
He pulled my legs apart and quickly thrust his cock up into my
slit. His hands on my ass and inner thighs kept my legs up and
spread as he fucked me like a maniac. His penis thrust furiously in
and out of my gash. My damaged pussy mouth ached with the pain
caused by his swollen meat rubbing over them.
I was a raw oozing ball of flesh, mindless, thoughtless. My
body throbbed and pulsed with pain. My shoulders and wrists cried
out in renewed agony as his brutal fucking jerked me back and
froth.
My mind was virtually gone, but my body, its senses utterly
confused and overwhelmed by the enormous tide of high intensity
sensations, began responding to his raping cock.
I grunted, small steady little grunts that coincided with his
cocks deepest penetration, and the mashing of his pubic bone
against my scarred clitty. My eyes were closed and my head hung
backward as he gripped my ankles tightly and rutted into me.
Dimly, I felt his intruding fuck tool slashing back and forth
inside me, cramming and bashing its way through my girlish cunt
tunnel and up against my tender cervix.
I came. I know I did. My body shuddered and cunt juice poured
through my fuck box just in time to meet his spraying jism as he
screamed and clutched me tightly against him. He spilled his Godly
seed inside my belly and then groaned and fell away.
As soon as he was finished he ran crying from the room. I hung
there for a while before i fell unconscious again.
When I next woke I was back in My cell. I stayed there for
almost two days, naked, my hands still cuffed, drinking only water
and eating only bread, before they came and got me again. The
deputy leered at me and slid his hands over my body. He cursed when
I tried to pull away. He pulled a key out and unlocked my
handcuffs, then pulled my hands behind me and relocked them.
He sat beside me on the little bunk, his hands moving over my
belly and down between my legs, stroking and squeezing. His mouth
sucked on my breasts, chewed on my nipples, while I whimpered
helplessly. Then he sighed, and looked at his watch.
He got up, dragging me to my feet and pulling me out of the
cell. He played with my titties and ass while we walked toward the
office.
I was brought into the room again, and then left. The sheriff
was all dressed up in his finest suit as I was led naked into the
room. He looked at me with fury.
"You are evil incarnate woman!" he hissed.
"You are shameless... a WHORE!"
He went to his desk and sat down.
"Come over here girl." he ordered.
"Do you need another whipping or are you gonna obey me?"
I moved to the desk, where he motioned me around to his side.
Once there he pulled me down to my knees, and unzipped his pants.
His cock came out and he motioned to me with a smile. Wearily I
bent forward and took the flaccid penis between my lips. I sucked
and nibbled on it carefully, like I had learned at the Spinozzos.
His prong began hardening quickly. Soon he was moaning in
pleasure as my head bobbed up and down on his pole. It filled my
mouth completely, barely leaving room for my tongue to rub up and
down on it. I concentrated my tonguing against the round, sensitive
head, running it around the cock and dipping my tongue into the
tiny pee hole.
My cheeks sucked in as I applied suction to his fat rod. His
hands came down on my head, pushing my face tighter into his
crotch, forcing the cock deeper into my mouth. Then the fat head
passed the little gag thingy at the back of my mouth and pushed
into my throat.
It was a strange feeling inside there. It filled my windpipe
and gave off strange sensations as he started to fuck his cock up
and into me with force. I guess to his cock, my throat was just
another tight tunnel for it to use.
He started to mumble something under his breath as his moans
increased. I was beginning to panic. Though he was fucking the cock
in and out of my throat, it seldom got high enough to clear my
windpipe for me to get some air. I had never experienced anything
like this before. Even through my nose was clear, and I could
breath through my mouth around his cock, my throat itself was
simply blocked up, allowing no air to pass by the fat meaty plug.
My only previous experience with deep throating had been in
the midst of an orgasm, and had been much less short lived than
this. I tried desperately to drag myself away from him but his
hands on my head were too powerful, and my hands were still tightly
bound behind my back.
Luckily in a few more seconds he pulled out, holding his cock
inches from me as it spurted and sprayed white cum juice into my
face.
I took great gasping breaths of sweet cool air, and my body
shuddered in relief.
After a few minutes for him to recuperate, he pushed me down
again,. My lips slid down over his cock and I began sucking on the
organ once more. In minutes he was hard again. He pulled me up by
the hair and bent me forward across his desk. I felt his hard cock
probing against my crotch, and seconds later he entered me.
He fucked into me for several minutes with furious rutting
strokes, his wet rod siding in and out of my channel energetically.
His hands came around under my chest and began squeezing and
milking my tits. His hips crashed against my spread open groin as
he thundered to another orgasm.
He let me go after a couple of days in the cell for the marks
to disappear. My parents were furious with me. All they knew was
that I had been arrested at a drug sweep in some pushers home. I
didn't tell them anything about what had happened to me because I
was afraid of what the Sheriff would do if I did.
I told them that I had just gone to a classmates home for the
afternoon and just happened to be there when the cops came.
My mom was sympathetic. She never seemed to get mad at anyone,
being a very timid, shy kind of person. My Dad didn't believe me
though. He yelled and lectured at me all the way home.
When we got there I was banished to my room. That was OK
though, I was glad to finally be back in my room and safe from the
Sheriff. My room seemed like heaven after that dank, dirty cell.
The first thing I did was take a shower.
I let the hot water stream down around me for long minutes,
soaping up and washing off several times to clean off all the
accumulated sweat and grime.
To my surprise, none of the marks the crop had made were still
really visible. There were a couple of very thin lines that you
could see if you looked for them, but even they were fading and
would soon be completely gone.
I lay on my bed leafing through some of my homework my teacher
had sent over, and wondering idly, what I would do for cockmeat now
that the Spinozzos were gone. I didn't really want to go back to
the dogs. I had found that man cock was much much better.
Later that night, my Dad came through the door. He glared down
at me and I braced for more lecturing. He lit into me, accusing me
of using drugs, then of selling them. He wouldn't believe my story.
Finally he jerked his open hand across his chest in the
gesture he used to let everyone know. `thats it'
He grabbed my arm and yanked me to my feet, then started
pulling his belt out of the pant loops.
My eyes widened in shock and dismay. After that horrible
beating by the Sheriff, the last thing I'd thought of was that I'd
get another one at home.
"Raise your skirt." he ordered, just like he used to do.
I was angry and frustrated. I didn't deserve a whipping for what I
did!
Well actually I did, but the sheriff had more than taken care
of that. Besides my whippings, spankings really, were always
through my pants, or at least panties if I was wearing a skirt. I
was only wearing my little t-shirt nightie, with nothing
underneath.
"I'm not wearing anything underneath!" I protested.
He eyed me nastily.
"I'm your father girl!" he shouted "You think you got
something I ain't seen before!? Get down across the bed and raise
it before I lose my temper with you!"
"But Daddeeee!" I wailed.
He reached down and grabbed the hem of my nightie and yanked
it upward. In one quick motion he jerked it up all the way to my
armpits and then over my head, then he turned me around and shoved
me down across the bed.
I was face down over the bottom corner of my mattress, my ass
was right on the corner and each of my spread legs hung over the
mattress on one side of the corner. I pushed my face deep into the
covers, mortified that my Dad was looking at my naked ass and
pussy.
Swish... CRACK!
I gasped as the belt smacked down against my upturned as
cheeks. It didn't hurt anything like the riding crop, but it still
hurt like hell.
Swish... CRACK!
My buttocks tingled in shock and pain.
Swish... CRACK!
Swish... CRACK!
Swish... CRACK!
The pain exploded across my ass cheeks over and over as my
father brought the belt down against the tender flesh. I was
determined not to cry out, but soon I was sobbing and shining as
the belt slammed my crotch down against the bed repeatedly. My
fists were clenched tightly in the covers. I was sobbing
uncontrollably and crying out with each new blow.
When it stopped, I crawled my way up the bed as he stood
there at the foot breathing heavily.
"Maybe that'll teach you Becky." he gasped.
"I didn't do aaannyyythhiinnggg !!" I shrieked.
I was still face down.
He grabbed my hair in his fist and yanked me around so I was
on my back and partly upright. His face was inches away from mine.
"We searched your room after the sheriff told us about the
drugs girl!" he growled. "Want to know what we found?"
I gasped in shock and fear, trying to pull away from him. My
arms coming up belatedly to cover my naked breast and groin. He
twisted my head up and back by the hair. "What kind of girl are you
anyway!?"
I don't even know what that stuff was! I found it!" I cried.
He just looked at me.
I reddened and my voiced stuttered insensibly as I tried to
come up with a believable lie for what I was doing with all those
dildos and vibrators and stuff. What could I possibly say!?
I saw his eyes go off my face, sliding down to my breasts and
their small pink nipples.
"I bet you've screwed half the boys at school, haven't you?"
he whispered.
I shook my head frantically.
"You're a whore aren't you!?" he shouted.
"No! I haven't! I haven't!" I sobbed.
"You lying little slut!" he cursed. "The sheriff told us you
were half naked when his deputies went into that place!"
I was kneeling on the bed, my feet beneath my buttocks. He
jerked my head up and back, making my legs shoot out sideways
automatically as they sought to relieve the weight and pain on my
hair. His hand jammed into my crotch. His fingers dug into my slit,
shoving my cuntlips aside and forcing their way inside me.
He dug two long fingers up into my slithole as I jerked helplessly
in his grasp.
"Wheres your cherry!? Huh!? Where is it!?" he cursed.
He pulled his fingers out of me and rubbed them against my
face. "You sure ain't no God damned virgin, thats for sure!"
He pushed me so I fell on my back, and then he stood up. He was
eyeing my body and breathing heavily. "My sweet little girl." he
gritted.
"Sweet little miss innocent, fucking every boy she can find
and stuffing dildos up her hot little cunt when she can't find
them!"
I cringed back, trying to yank the covers over my naked body.
Then his hand whistled through the air and cracked against the side
of my face. "You WHORE!" he yelled.
He jumped down on top of me, his heavy body crushing me into
the mattress. His hands came down around my throat and tightened so
I couldn't breath.
"WHORE! WHORE! WHORE! WHORE! WHORE! WHORE!" He sobbed.
My hands were clawing at his fingers as they squeezed my
throat. My eyes felt like they were going to pop out and my brain
started to scream and blur. My eyes were starting to lose focus
when he loosened his hold on my throat.
I could dimly hear him sobbing and cursing me through the
roaring in my ears and brain. I was spread out under him, my arms
sprawling above my head. Then I felt his trembling hands reaching
down to my chest. His fingers rubbed hesitantly around my nipples.
He reached down and undid his pants, pulling his cock out.
I didn't see any of this. My eyes were still kind of blurred
and stared up at the ceiling. I was aware of what he was doing
though. I felt his pants slide down and then the warmth and
stickiness of his bare skin against my crotch. Something hard
pushed insistently against my cuntal opening and then poked itself
inside.
I heard my father grunt with pleasure as his cock sank down
inside me. My cunt protested the dry, forced entrance, and the pain
added to the dizziness I was feeling still. His mouth came down
against mine and his lips mashed against me.
I didn't even make any attempt to resist or protest. I just
lay there spreadeagled under him as he fucked in and out of me. The
bed creaked and jerked back and forth as his body jerked up and
down. His hands were all over me. They ran up and down my chest and
bell, squeezing and twisting my breasts and nipples.
He was so much bigger than me he blotted out my whole view of
the room. All I could see was his chest and shoulders rising and
falling a few inches above my face. His hands came down and cupped
my ass cheeks, jerking me up against him on each downstroke.
His chest hair rubbed against my face and my nose crinkled at
the smell from his armpits only inches away. He grunted with each
pump as his cock fucked up and down in my cunt slit.
Finally he gave a loud groan and squeezed my ass cheeks in his
hands with an iron grip as his penis spewed forth his sperm. It
gushed down into my belly, the same sperm that had made me, the
same sperm that had gone into my mothers cunt long ago. I hardly
realized it when he staggered to his feet and left.
I don't know what happened in my Dad's mind after that. He
seemed to think of me differently afterwards. It wasn't something
anybody else noticed, but I sure did. It was in the way he looked
at me whenever we were in the room together, the way he acted, the
suspicion when I went out.
At first that was all it was. He seemed to be ashamed of what
he had done that night, and maybe was a little afraid of me telling
my mom. It was about a week before he did anything but look. Then
he started casually brushing by me when I was downstairs, his hands
brushing my behind or breasts accidentally.
He started kissing me goodnight on the lips instead of on the
forehead or cheek. When he kissed me, he put his arm around me and
sometimes his hand would slide down lightly over my behind.
Then about ten days after, I was doing the laundry in the
basement. My Dad had followed me downstairs. He wandered over with
a pair of overalls in his hands.
"Oh you doing your stuff now?" he queried. "I was gonna do
these."
"I'm finished. I'm just getting my stuff out of the washer
now." I answered without turning around.
Then I felt his hand at the small of my back. I started, but
didn't turn around. He rubbed my back lightly for a couple of
seconds, and then moved his hand downward, slowly sliding it down
over my buttocks and squeezing me. I pretended to ignore him,
scooping my stuff out of the washer hurriedly. His hand rubbed my
ass cheeks, then slid along to the crack between them and rubbed up
and down between my cheeks.
His hand slid down and between my legs to rub my pussy through
the jeans. I jerked around quickly, yanking his hand away.
"Daddy stop!" I demanded.
He just moved closer to me. He moved right up against me,
backing me against the washer. His chest was inches from my face
and he looked down at me with a yearning, hungry look on his face.
Then his mouth came down on mine and his hand moved around
behind my head to hold it in place for his ravishing lips. His kiss
was urgent, demanding. His right hand was roughly squeezing my
breast as I fought for footing. His tongue shot past my lips. I
could feel it rubbing insistently along my teeth and licking at my
tongue.
My nails dug into his hand on my breast, trying to force it
away. He jerked his hand away, then slapped me in the face.
"You little whore!" he shouted, examining the back of his
hand.
"You think you're too good for me now is that it!?"
He grabbed my arm and turned me around, shoving me hard
against the sink. His hand grabbed my neck and forced me to bend
down so my face was in the sink and my ass stuck out behind.
His hands tore open my jeans, almost ripping them off me. My
feet left the ground and the hard edge of the sink dug into my
belly as he tore them off my legs. Then I felt his crotch pressing
against mine as he undid his zipper. Seconds later I felt the head
of his hard cock poking into my ass cheeks.
"Stop it! Stop it!" I cried.
"Shut up you slut!" he cursed.
He shoved my face further down into the sink so my head was
under the soapy water the washer was pouring out.
I felt him spreading my legs with his other hand. His cock
poked at the entrance to my fuck box. He rammed his prong inside me
as I struggled to force my head up to breath. The pain was
terrible, but almost a distraction to me in my fight for air.
His prick was all the way into me before he let my head up
again. I choked and sputtered as I gulped in air. His hands ripped
my shirt open, then tore my bra in half. His fingers fastened
around my hanging breasts, squeezing them tightly.
"You keep your mouth shut you little twat or I'll fucking
drown you! You hear?" he hissed.
His cock pounded furiously into my tight cunt hole. His hands
opened and closed desperately around my meaty globes, squishing and
twisting them. His hips slammed forward faster and faster,
thrusting his cock in and out of me with powerful strokes.
My hips ground against the hard cement of the sink as he
slammed me forward on each thrust. His cock ripped in and out of my
slithole, rasping the soft skin like sandpaper. His mouth came down
against my neck and bit deeply, bringing an uncontrollable cry of
pain from my lips.
He shoved my head underwater again until I almost passed out
from lack of air. Then he ripped my hair up, jerking my whole upper
body up out of the sink and back against his chest. His fuck pole
continued to thrust and skewer my slit, slamming me against the
sink.
"Little whore!" he hissed. "Little sluthole. Probably fucking
every guy in town ain't you, fuck... fuck... fuck! Oh you're so
tight baby. You got a nice tight little twat here!"
He was mumbling, rambling, and for the first time I noticed the
booze on his breathe. "Unnngh... Unnggggggg... Yeahh... Yeahhhhh...
Sooo Goooooood! Oh Jeeesusss!!" he cried.
He slammed his hips forward, embedding his prick deep inside
my guts. He panted for breath, his hands coming down and squeezing
my breasts absently. Then he pulled back, stumbling a little. He
ran his hands back through his hair. I slid down to my knees,
hugging my chest tightly. He looked at me, and started to say
something, then turned and shambled away and up the stairs.
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