Chapter 3
Of all the things Suzanne Kennerly did not need, it was discovering who the newest hand was on the ranch. It took her three days to find out that he was working there, and she almost wanted to die when she finally .ran into him.
The Farrel's had remarked on their newest, hand, how he was young and not toughened up as yet, and Mrs. Farrel commented that he must be rather shy, for ever since the guests arrived, he had taken to staying out of sight.
For Suzanne, this meant little, she did not even make. a connection with his first name when they mentioned it. But, she thought later, she should have known this would happen, when the third day on the ranch she went out for a ride on Whirlwind, her favorite horse and happened across him, fixing a broken water line. ' .
As she rode up to the bent figure, she thought he looked familiar, but it was not until she was directly behind him and he stood at hearing her approach, that she gasped in recognition.
"My God, Jeffrey Aust, what are you doing here?" she said, her voice breathless with shock, her eyes blinking in disbelief.
The young man smiled sheepishly and dusted his hands on his jeans. He was shirtless, his back and shoulders already sunburned, his body beginning to harden under the sun and back-breaking work he. was given.
"Just thought I'd see what the west was like," he replied amiably. "You're looking well, Suzy."
She glared down at him, shifting nervously in the saddle. "This isn't very nice of you, Jeffrey," she said coldly. "Nor is it very. mature."
"I believe I have the right to work anywhere I please, Suzy," he replied evenly, "You may be wealthy, but you aren't in charge of the world, you know."
The young woman stiffened at his remark and shook her pretty head in disgust. "I thought I had told you quite clearly, that I did not wish to see you anymore, Jeffrey," she said harshly. "This little trick will not change my mind."
"If you have noticed, Suzy, I haven't been around for you to see me," he replied, unable to disguise the hurt in his voice. "And, you won't have, to worry about me, I'm not going to be chasing after you like some eager puppy."
"Oh, Jeffrey, Jeffrey," Suzanne sighed in despair. "Don't you see, it could never work between us, we come from such different worlds."
Jeffrey Aust leaned against the now upright post he had been working on. His back was aching and he could not keep the look of pain off his face. He smiled grimly at the young woman looking down at him.
"There's only one world I know of, Suzy," he said, quietly. "And most people try their best to be happy in it, not make it something that it isn't."
"Exactly my point," Jeffrey," Suzanne answered curtly. "You and I come from two different backgrounds. You must stay in yours, and I in mine."
"You didn't feel that way a few months ago," he countered. "I remember a girl that didn't give a damn about money or social standing. She only cared about what her heart was telling her was right."
Suzanne smiled coldly. "Still the poet, hummm," she chuckled, her voice cruel and unkind. "When are you going to grow up, Jeffrey?"
The young man sighed and shook his head. "About the time you climb down off the phony perch you're sitting on, I suppose," he chuckled sourly. "Just between you and me, Suzy, do you have to keep playing this rich bitch role?"
"I don't have to listen to that," she growled, yanking on. the reins to her horse. "I'm not in the mood for insults."
The young man moved swiftly across the dry, hard-packed ground and tore the reins from her hands. He yanked the horse around and steadied it, while Suzanne held to her saddle horn to keep from falling off the jerking animal.
"Are you crazy?" she hissed savagely. "Stop this idiocy at once, Jeffrey!"
"You stop it," he snarled back at her. His eyes were blazing as he stared up into her Own, pretty green orbs. "You can play that game with anybody you want, Suzy Kennerly, but not me!"
"I don't have to listen to this," she growled, grabbing at the reins again.
He held them just out of reach, his face set in a taut, grim mask. "I remember you as a wonderful girl, a sweet, kind and tender person. What happened to you?" he growled. "What turned you into such a phony cunt?"
"I grew up, damn you," she snarled, leaning over her saddle, trying to reach the reins. "Something you ought to think about doing, you little fool!"
"You grew up, all right." he muttered savagely. "You went away to some rich, bitch of a college and chickened out! You turned into another one of those plastic women you used to hate!"
Finally she got hold of the reins and she pulled on them wildly. "Leave me alone, damn you," she hissed. "I don't have to answer to you, Jeffrey Aust!" He felt her pulling on the reins and he let them go at last. He shook his head, sighing heavily. "No, you only have to answer to your heart, Suzy," he said at length. "That's all you have to do, answer to your own heart!"
She sat up again, straightening her clothing.
"As I tried to explain to you once before, Jeffrey, it could not work out between us. that is why I put an end to our involvement," she said, formally. "I did not want either of us being hurt!"
Jeffrey Aust laughed slowly shaking his head from left to right in bitter amusement. "Now, Suzy, you put an end to us because of something .else," he told her simply. "If it had been a lack of love, I would have accepted that, but this I can not buy!"
Suzanne Kennerly was feeling distinctly uncomfortable, now. She gazed out over the range, somehow not wanting to look the young man in the eyes, now. "I don't care how you view it, Jeffrey. That's no concern of mine," she said cruelly. "But in the future, you shall treat me as a guest on this ranch, while you are an employee! Remember that for your own good!"
Jeffrey Aust snorted savagely. "Well sure thing, Miss Kennerly," he hissed at the young woman's back. "But. I'm Mister Aust to you, lady, until you decide that you're tired of being alone up there on your royal mountain."
"That will suit me just fine," she said, snapping her head back with a snarl. "Good afternoon, Mister Aust!"
She turned her horse then, and galloped off, the young man watching her as she rode, in a swirl of dust, away from him. "Bitch," he muttered softly under his' breath. But in his mind, he called her Suzy, as he remembered her with a painful sense of loss.
So now, Suzanne had the painful presence of ah old lover to deal with. The worst of it was, Jeffrey hadn't even been a lover. She had never had sex with him, which made it all the more annoying to her.
She did not feel she owed the young man anything, and his following her to the ranch angered her greatly. What right did he have to disturb her life in such a manner, she wondered. What right on earth did the young man have to bother her this way. She was grim as she rode back toward the ranch, her afternoon spoiled completely, by this time.
She hopped off the horse, handing the reins to a groom and stormed over to her cabin, burning with rage. She paced back and forth inside of the tiny chamber for a least ten minutes, almost to the point of screaming.
She did not need this, she knew. She did not need a simpy, silly young boy following her clear across the United States, out of some foolish affection for her. She had half a mind to got to the Farrel's and demand he be fired.
She smiled thinly at that. For she knew she could have it done, if she wanted to. She and her mother, or rather their money, was much more important to the Farrel's she was certain, than any young hand that did not even know the work.
Yes, they would dump him in a moment, if she demanded it, but she knew, secretly, that she did not dare do that. If the rest of the guests heard she had done something like that, they would shun her. and social disgrace was something she did not wish to have happen to her.
So, she would have to maintain her anger, and keep her proud bearing about her. After all, . Jeffrey could not step over certain boundries, those between the guests and employees, so she was safe from him, she knew.
Perhaps, it would be good to let him suffer a bit, she thought. Let him watch her from afar. It might curb his affections for her after awhile, might even hurt him so badly that he would leave of his own choosing.
She thought about that, then sat down on her bed, groaning softly. In her heart, she didn't really want to hurt poor Jeffrey. She still cared for him, still saw him as a kind and decent person. She had no real desire to put him through any pain, but what else could she do?
She lay back on her bed, trembling as her mind whirled with fear and a sense of hopelessness. The harsh words he had spoken to her could not be easily forgotten. He had said things she had tried desperately to deny, and she did not wish to have them screaming at her from the blackness of her mind, as they were, now.
She had a role to play, she thought grimly. Her mother's wealth was largely on paper and maintaining their image was not an easy task. Her mother was getting no younger, and soon Suzanne realized, she would be on her own.
She needed to cultivate an attractive and dignified appearance, if she ever hoped to catch the kind of husband she needed to snare. One day, there would be no money, no safe cushion to fall back on. One day, she would have to take care of her mother, and she dreaded the thought that it would be in the kind of middle-class poverty she knew existed in the world she lived in.
Too many of the girls were just like her. Putting up fronts, coming from less background than they claimed. They were all on the hunt for the rich young man that would save them from their dreary backgrounds.
The competition was stiff, and she was not as ruthless at the game as she pretended. She had to develop a hard, tough shell, had to learn all the rules and play them better than anyone else.
"I just can't do it, Jeffrey," she moaned aloud, fighting back the tears that wanted to well up in her eyes. "Don't you see, I can't afford to take the chance!"
She lay on the bed, sobbing quietly for several moments, then she rose with a sigh, and shook off her despair. What she needed was some relaxation. She needed to calm down. Being tense did nothing for her looks or bearing, she thought, grimly.
She quickly removed her clothes and put on her new bikini. It was a daringly meager affair, that barely covered her breasts and buttocks at all. She stared at herself in the mirror, giggling softly at the slim, erotic figure she cut in the skimpy outfit. There were a couple of potential suitors vacationing at the ranch, this might attract them, she thought.
When she got to the pond, two of the men watched her progress with leering eyes. From behind her sunglasses, she could see the eagerness on their faces, but they were both middle-aged, and not the kind of men she was looking for.
They would be merely looking for a fast, exciting roll in the hay, she knew, something to tell the 'hoys at the country club back home. She had no intention giving them that kind of thrill, and she ignored them completely, as she laid down in one of the lounge chairs.
She closed her eyes, allowing the sun to bake her gently under the tanning lotion she had put on. After several moments, she sensed a presence beside her and opened her eyes to see Sam Farrel gazing down at her.
"How do. Miss Kennerly?" he said, his smile crooked and obviously a leer.
"I'm Fine, Mister Farrel," she replied curtly. "Would you mind moving a bit, you are blocking the sun."
She turned over on her belly and felt the man's eyes roaming over her body hungrily as he moved out of the way. She turned her head after several more moments, and gazed up at him coldly.
"Did you want something?" she said, her voice cold and demanding.
Sam Farrel chuckled and leaned over suddenly, to whisper in her ear. "No, but I know you do," he cackled softly. "You come around to the bam, tonight, and I'll give you just what you want!"
Before she could react, he had turned abruptly on his heel and stalked away, leaving her to sputter in anger. The remarks had been loud enough for the other men to hear and her ears reddened as she heard them snickering in amusement.
She rose from the lounge chair and hurried back to her cabin, shutting the door with a vicious slam behind her. She stared at the wall, her eyes cold and angered, now, her pretty head nodding slowly.
She would indeed keep that appointment, she was thinking then. She would go to the barn this evening, and have it out with Sam Farrel then and there. And then she would put the bastard in his place, once and for all.
For Sam Farrel, dinner was yet another achingly frustrating affair. The Kennerly bitch was dressed even less formal than the night before, wearing a pair of tight shorts and a halter top that hardly covered even her small boobs.
But she kept giving him glances through the meal, and once it was finished, brushed past him--long enough to whisper that she would meet him after ten, in the barn, as he had suggested. , As luck would have it, Lydia was taking the women guests to a movie in town, and that meant they would not be back until well after midnight. Suzanne's mother did not appear to want to go at first, but when her daughter complained of a headache, and Sam announced he vvas turning in early, she seemed resigned to leaving.
Sam drank for the better part of the "evening, knocking off nearly a half quart of rye until it was nearly ten, and he pulled himself up out of the chair in his bedroom and made his way to the barn.
He waited for several moments in the darkness, until Suzanne Kennerly appeared in the shadow of the moonlight coming through the open door. He quickly crossed the space between them and pulled her inside. "I knew you couldn't do without me, baby," he laughed, pulling the young woman tightly to his chest. "Well, you won't have to, much longer!"
Savagely, Suzanne allowed him-to kiss her, then she bit down hard on his lip and racked her nails across his cheek. He yelped in pain, spinning away from her and gasping as he touched his torn face.
"Once and for all, Farrel," she snarled at him. "You and I have nothing to talk about! You can just forget. all about any fun you might have with me, and get busy thinking about how you're going to explain those scratches to your wife!"
Sam Farrel stared at the girl, his whole body shuddering with rage. It was one. thing to take shit from her, but to have her mark him was too much. Nobody put their hands on Sam Farrel, nobody. , "You little cunt," he hissed, lashing out with his arm and cracking the young girl hard across the face with the back of his hand. "I'll show you who to claw, bitch!"
The force of the blow was so powerful, that it knocked Suzanne off her feet and onto the floor, stunning her into a whirling dizziness. She landed on her buttocks with a jarring bounce and moaned, her head dropping to one side of her chest.
Sam reached down, hooking his fingers in the front of her halter top, and pulled her rudely to her feet. "You've been asking for this, bitch," he snarled savagely. "By God, you want to play rough, I will!"
Viciously, he began to slap her back and forth across the cheeks, driving her wildly into the barn wall behind her. She moaned as she felt the open palmed blows smashing into her, each one perfectly timed to inflict much pain but little damage.
Sam had learned a long time ago, how to beat up a woman without leaving marks, and he put his knowledge to use, now, smashing his hands into her again and again, until she slipped to the floor, nearly unconscious, moaning with pain.
"Okay, cunt, you want it like an animal, that's the way you're gonna get it," he hissed cruelly. "I got just the thing for a bitch like you! When I'm done, you won't act so high and mighty, I promise you!"
Suzanne was barely aware of what was happening as Sam reached down and quickly . undid the three buttons to her halter top. The big man gasped with aching greed as he slipped the garment from her shoulders and gazed, hungrily, at her now revealed breasts. The two, pert globes trembled with her labored breathing and he rubbed his palm anxiously against her nipples, while his cock began to grow thick in his jeans.
Suzanne moaned once more, lashing out at him weakly with her tiny fists, but he ignored her efforts to drive him away, and quickly unzipped her tight, brief shorts. He slithered them down over her thighs and legs, then followed them with her panties.
In moments, the young girl was lying, naked, on the hay covered floor, groaning and quivering as her senses began to return to her. She sat up, and with a gasp, finally discovered her nudity.
"Yeah, baby, our time has come," chuckled Sam Farrel, tossing her panties aside. "You and me got some serious business, here. I got a few tricks to teach you, before we leave this barn, bitch!"
Suzanne screamed wildly and tried to get to her feet. Savagely, Sam slammed his huge, doubled fist into her belly, knocking the wind out of her, and sending her back down into a sitting position again.
He stood over the groaning young woman, sneering now, with contempt. "You think you're some bitch, don't you.?" he laughed. He reached up and pulled a whip down from a rack hanging on the upright beam beside them. He dangled the long, wicked-looking strand in front of her, now.
"Well, you're in my territory, now, cunt, you'll play by my rules, understand?" His voice was harsh and vicious now, calm and controlled in its passion. "You're gonna do as I want you to, or I'm taking a bit of that bitchy hide off you, cunt!"
Fear overwhelmed Suzanne, now. She had no idea if he was drunk, or mad, or what, but she could tell from his voice, that he was completely serious. She gazed at the whip and shuddered, having no doubt, by this time, that he would do just exactly as he said.
"On your knees, cunt," he snarled at her coldly. "You been acting like a bitch to me, sit up and beg like one!"
She moaned, slipping forward and kneeling in front of him now. She could see the bulge at the front of his trousers, actually growing thicker with every second that passed, and she groaned in terror at what he might have in mind for her, then.
He chuckled, patting her on the head in a rough fashion. "Yeah, that's a good bitch, a good she-dog," he chuckled. "A good she-dog needs a mate, don't she?"
He growled at her to stay where she was, then walked to the far end of the barn and opened the door. In a moment, he returned, leading his big German shepherd, Max, by a thick, steel chain.
He commanded the fierce-looking dog to sit and it did as it was told.-He turned then, to the young, trembling girl again and smiled thinly as he dropped his hand to her head and lifted her up by the chin.
"I got lots of things in mind for you, cunt," he whispered cruelly. "You're gonna try out some stuff you never even thought of before!"
"Please, I, ohh, please, Farrel," she moaned, shivering as he moved his hand down to her quivering, breasts and pinched one nipple rudely. "Ohh, God, please, not this Way, not here!"
The sensation of his rough, calloused fingers so obscenely fondling her now, was enough to fill her belly with a churning sense of shame. She "felt the hand roaming back and forth between her precious globes, pinching and kneading them as if she were a piece of meat he was inspecting.
"Shut up, bitch," he hissed savagely. "From now on, you do what I say. You keep your mouth shut until I tell you to open it, understand?"
He squeezed one soft, warm mound cruelly in his fingers to make his point, and the girl groaned thickly, shuddering at the fierce, aching pain that shot through her sphere from his savage caress.
He slowly unzipped his trousers, then, and pulled his semi-erect shaft from within them. She moaned as she saw the expanding weapon, growing thicker now as he lifted it to her eyes.
"See this cock, I want you to play with it," he told her gruffly. "I know a bitch like you has done it before, so get to work, cunt!"
With trembling fingers, Suzanne reached up and took hold of the expanding prong, gasping at the throbbing of the blood that was raging through it, now. She could feel the shaft expanding rapidly against, her fingers and she sobbed as she held the tool lightly in her hands.
Sam snapped his fingers at the dog beside him, and the animal stood up on all four legs, shuddering a bit at the female scent it smelled in the air. Sam laughed softly, the dull ache growing in his flesh as he felt the girl's fingers moving over his long, thick spear.
"Don't seem right to leave Max out of this, now does it?" he chuckled softly. "Why don't you just work on his prick with your other hand, baby! He could use a little attention, too, you know!"
Suzanne's, head shot up and she stared at him in horror. The very idea of touching a dog's penis was appalling to her, and she could not believe he was serious. He glared at her coldly, however, and pinched one of her nipples, viciously between his thick thumb and forefinger.
"I said get hold of his cock, bitch," he snarled, twisting her trapped pebble ruthlessly once more. "I'll tear this little nub off your tit if thave to, cunt!"
Moaning with pain, feeling as if she were living in a nightmare, now, Suzanne reached out and fumbled Jor the dog's cock beneath his big, quaking belly. The only thought on her mind was to release her breast from the cruel torture that Sam was inflicting on the precious globe, and she gasped as she tried to find the dog's shaft through his furry coat.
She felt the huge, thick prong throbbing between his hind legs and she sobbed as she wrapped her fingers around the growing spear. Sam released her nipple then, and she moaned in relief, then sobbed as he pulled on her hair once again.
"Okay, bitch, you can-start working on my cock again," he growled at her coldly. "You just keep getting old Max hard, there, while you start kissing and licking my prick. You're gonna take care of both of us, tonight. Miss Rich Bitch!"
Suzanne felt as if she wanted to die as the man pulled her adorable head to his groin. She could smell the dank, musky odor of his lust, mingled with the scent of sweat, and his prick was hot and thick as it quivered against her chin.
"Kiss it, bitch," he snarled, rocking her head from left to right. "Start jerking Max off, and kiss my cock, you cunt!"
Moaning in horror and humiliation now, the young girl pressed her soft, pink lips to the head of Sam's throbbing weapon. She could feel the flesh quaking under her succulent petals arid she moaned, shuddering as she began to move her hand back and forth along the dog's growing tool.
That this nightmare was real was unbelievable to her, but she could not deny the pounding of Sam's prick against her lips, nor the throbbing of the dog's cock in her tiny Tist as she attended to both of them.
Slowly she moved her mouth along the length of Sam's quaking prong. She bit into the fevered flesh and heard him sigh with pleasure, and she squeezed the dog's prick tightly in her hand, listening to his gleeful bark of delight.
"That's it, bitch, up and down, work your hand up and down on his cock." Sam muttered, his voice thick with pleasure. "Come on, cunt, take my balls in your mouth and suck them! Squeeze that dog prick, bitch, squeeze it good!"
Shutting her eyes against the sight of his quaking groin, Suzanne opened her mouth and allowed him to shove his hot, hairy bag inside. She gasped as she felt the huge stones throbbing in their fleshy container, rumbling violently against her tongue and moist, warm cheeks.
In her hand, Max's prick pulsated with growing force and violence, and she could feel it getting bigger and bigger as she moved her delicate fingers up and down the length of his pounding meat.
Sam jerked and bucked against her and she ran her tongue over his balls, then, licking and stabbing at them, while he kneaded her tits with his big, thick hands. She sobbed as she felt him squeezing and caressing her tender globes, cruelly rubbing his palms against her nipples until they were damp and tight with unwanted excitement.
The big man laughed as he watched the girl's tiny hand moving up and down along his dog's cock. The sweet, slender fingers gripped and squeezed the animal's prick, and Max yelped his pleasure at the frantic caress.
From the way the cock was throbbing so powerfully, now, she could tell that the creature was growing nearer and nearer to some savage release. She hated to think of it spurting its fluid over her fingers, but she was resigned to the fact, for she knew that Farrel was determined to abuse her if she resisted his commands.
She pumped her hand back and forth on the dog's cock now, and as he ordered, rolled his balls back and forth in her mouth. The dog jumped and barked wildly, and Sam rocked from side to side in delight as she sucked on his throbbing stones.
She snapped her tongue violently at his balls, and blew warm currents of air against the flesh of his captured bag. The man moaned and shuddered with delight, rocking her head from left to right as he held it between his two, big hands.
"Ahh, you sweet cunt, you little bitch," Sam moaned, shuddering as a violent spasm of desire raced through his loins. "Yeah, you're doing fine, bitch, just fine!"
He was laughing, and his bellowing chuckles burned in her ears, telling her of the cruelty of his delight in her, shame. She sobbed as she sucked hard on his throbbing balls, rolling her tongue over them in bitter despair..
The dog's cock was pounding savagely in her fist, now, a hard, long shaft that felt as if it were on fire. She could feel the hot, snorting breath of the excited animal on her shoulder and she shut her eyes even tighter, against the orgasm she expected to come from him at any moment.
Suddenly, Sam was pushing her away from him, laughing wildly with glee. "Yeah, we're both just about ready, bitch, just about ready indeed," he cackled. He took a length of clothes line from his hip pocket and quickly bound her wrists together tightly.
She moaned as she felt the cord cutting into her wrists, then gasped in pain as he tugged on it, pulling her around and down to the floor. He slipped the end of the line through a ring embedded in the .floor and secured her to it in moments.
She sobbed as she gazed up at the man, who was moving around behind, her, now. He was holding the dog by the neck, rubbing its belly as he stared at the trapped, trembling young girl, now.
"Old Max needs some pussy, don't you Max," he laughed, pushing the shuddering animal toward her. now. "He needs a good bitch, just as much as I do!"
Suzanne screamed in horror then, as she realized that he meant to have the dog mount her. She struggled violently with the rope that was wound around her wrists, sobbing as it twisted painfully against her flesh.
"Dear Jesus, no, you can't," she sobbed, shaking her head wildly. "For the love of God, don't, don't make me do it, please!"
Cruelly, now, Sam reached down and thrast his hand between her quivering thighs, shoving his fingers against her trembling cunt. She felt the horrible shame and shock of his rude invasion, and sobbed as he forced two fingers inside of her pit.
"You listen to me. bitch," he snarled, twisting and turning his fingers in her cunt, rubbing them briskly to get the lubricating juice flowing. "You're gonna service old Max, here, and do a good job of it. And while he's fucking you, I don't want you to try and get away, or I'll put the whip to you, understand!"
She screamed wildly, almost not hearing him now, the horrifying thought of the dog about to mount her obscuring all else in her mind. She screamed again as she felt Sam forcing her to rise up, pulling her up by his fingers in her now, damp pit.
He thrust his digits in and out of her pussy, savagely, then, twisting and turning them with a ruthless passion. She felt her cunt walls expanding under the cruel attack, and her the, lovely body quivering violently under the force of his plunging digits ramming into her.
The dog was barking wildly, now, trying to get around Sam in its frenzy to attack the female scent in his nostrils. The big man laughed, pumping his fingers ruthlessly in and out of her, twisting and turning her cunt in preparation.
"Get up, bitch, up on all fours," he growled. "Max is hard and ready for his mate, bitch! He wants to fuck you, now!" She sobbed and rose up, the pain of his attack now overwhelming her shame. She shuddered in fear, pleading with him to free her. "Ohh, God, I'll do anything, Farrel, anything," she begged. "Just don't do this to me. just don't, I beg you!"
The memory of her fantasy with Brandy came roaring back in her mind then, and she remembered it with horror and shock. She could almost picture the dream once again, and her lungs burned with the pain of breathing as she felt him adjusting the dog over her. now. She sobbed wildly as the animal began to buck back and forth against her thighs.
She could feel its thick, long pole slithering up and down against her flesh, its fevered, hot breath against her back, and its tongue lashing her flesh, wetly. She screamed, her mind refusing to clear of the image of her own pet mounting her, now.
She felt Sam guide the dog between her thighs, pulling his forelegs up over her back. She squirmed in panic then, trying to twist away, but it was too late. The yelping animal thrust forward, now. and drove its prick hard against her trembling moist pussy lips.
She felt the huge organ enter her and she wailed in horror and shame as the dog's big, thick prick slithered to the depths of her quivering, warm tunnel. Max yelped and barked wildly. His cock, throbbing so powerfully that it forced her cunt walls to expand and contract in time with it. pulsated savagely in her narrow, moist channel.
"Yeah, fuck her good. Max, fuck the little bitch good," laughed Sam Farrel. He held the dog tightly to the girl, then, leaving her no choice but to endure the thrusting animal's powerful assault. "Give it to her. Max, give the little bitch what she deserves, old boy!"
Suzanne's mind reeled with horror as she felt the dog thrusting in and out of her now. Its thick, long spear slid back and forth along her cunt passage, pounding with its animal lust as the beast drove toward its craving for relief.
The young girl was completely degraded by this attack. Never in her life had she dreamed her flesh would be so defiled. She felt the creature throbbing inside of her pussy, then. and her mind whirled as she saw the image of herself being taken by her pet back home..
She screamed in her mind against the thought that she was enjoying this, that she wanted this sick, perverted thing to take place. But to her horror and self-loathing her cunt was beginning to throb with excitement, the dog's prick clearly stimulating her hot, wet pit, now.
Faster and harder Max roared into her cunt, now. She moaned and quivered, the hard, pulsating shaft quivering deep in her pussy, making her cunt walls tremble with unmistakable pleasure. She screamed in horror and shame, aching to pull free of the beast, while at the same time knowing that she was beginning to enjoy the attack.
She bit her lip as the harsh, rolling pleasure surged in her cunt. Sam Farrel laughed in delight, not missing the pleasure she tried to keep from her lips and eyes:
"Yeah, I thought so, bitch, you love it," he cackled wildly. "Do it, baby, get into it. Come on, cunt, get off on old Max, get off on his prick, baby!"
She screamed in shame and self-disgust, but her cunt was pounding with delight, now and the surging orgasm could not be stopped as it tore through her. She wailed in a voice that was filled with shame and pleasure and shuddered as the climax roared in her aching pit.
Max was pumping faster arid faster now, barking and yelping his pleasure as the orgasm triggered in his balls. The hot, thick come spurted from the creatures shaft and she sobbed as she felt it filling her tender tunnel to overflowing.
The dog bucked back and forth inside of her for several more moments, and she shivered as it spent it's load in her pussy. At last it pulled out of her, and she fell face down on the floor, trembling with horror and shame at her response to the brutal attack.
As he leaped around the barn floor in satisfaction, Sam Farrel reached down and pulled her to her knees in front of him again. "You ain't done, yet, cunt," he hissed, yanking her head toward his groin as before. "Nothing fancy, this time, baby, just a good, quick suck!"
He thrust his prick at her lips and she could not fight him at all, now. She opened her mouth and gagged as she felt him slide his huge, hot prong into her soft, warm throat tunnel.
Sam groaned with pleasure as his prick slithered deep into the moist, silken passage. He groaned once more as he buried his tool to the hilt in her mouth, shuddering as she began to suck, obediently, on the root of his prong. . "That's it, bitch, get me off!" he moaned, thrusting back and forth, slithering his meat in and out of her mouth. "Just get me off good, that'll do for this time!"
Suzanne was hardly aware of what was happening to her now. She felt the man's prick riding in" an out of her velvet chamber, throbbing wildly against her taut, wet throat walls, but it did not seem to matter now As the man trembled and rocked on his heels, his prick driving back and forth over her sweet, sensual lips, he sighed contentedly with the onrush of his climax. His balls throbbed almost painfully now, thick, hard stones that quaked savagely in his. bag. His prick felt as if it were growing to twice its size in her mouth and he groaned as he pushed it further into her lovely canal.
"Ahh, that's it baby, I'm gonna come, gonna come in your mouth," he moaned in delight. "Ummm, you suck pretty good, honey, yeah, gonna feel nice!"
She choked as she felt the tool dancing wildly in her throat. The thick, creamy fluid began to spurt from the rod, filling her mouth with it's bitter tasting fire. She gagged and gulped, forced to swallow his juice as he moaned and shuddered in ecstasy, now.
He pulled her head tightly to his groin and trembled with a few more fierce, powerful shudders, then pushed her away, and she fell to the floor, groaning and sobbing, the come running out of her mouth and pussy, both, now.
She lay on the floor, shivering with utter humiliation then, and Sam Farrel gazed down at her with a superior contempt. He dug his toe into her belly and flipped her over onto her back, grinning at her cruelly.
"Now you know who's in charge around here, bitch," he laughed viciously. He reached down and quickly freed her wrists. "You and me are gonna get along just fine, I think. Just keep your mouth shut about what happened, that's all."
He walked to the door of the barn then turned back and smirked at her. "You tell anybody about this, and I promise you, you'll regret it, cunt," he warned her. "People around here know all about you perverted rich bitches. I can spread a real juicy story or two if I want to!"
He laughed coldly then, and slipped out the door, shutting it behind him. Suzanne lay on the floor, moaning, the throbbing pain of the dog's prick still quaking in her pussy, and the taste of the man still on her tongue.
She sobbed, drawing herself up to a sitting position once more. She wrapped her arms around her shoulders and shivered uncontrollably. She could not believe that this had just happened and she felt as if she wanted to die. She would never be the same, she knew, after this night, and she remained sitting there, moaning and sobbing, rocking from side to side as the horror of that knowledge overwhelmed her.