Chapter 3

It was nearly noon. The southeastern New Mexico sun shone down brutally on the unending carrot field where Felicia was working. She was teamed with another girl, about a year younger than she, the two of them moving along behind a couple of male harvesters. It was the girl's job to top the piled carrots the men left behind and put them into containers, which a truck crew was busy picking up. There was one truck working this field, with a dozen teams of harvesters to keep it shuttling back and forth to the washing and sorting shed where Merv Gaucin was working under the watchful eye of Hubert Scarboro's shed manager.

Amita Vigil chattered constantly, mostly about boys and sex. She'd been flirting all morning with the younger of the two men working ahead of them, and obviously had a bad case of the hots for the youth's dark, six-foot-two, muscles-on-muscles body.

"I just can't help it, Felicia," Amita said happily. "That Ernesto moves me like no guy ever has. He's really good-looking, don't you think? And so strong!"

Felicia hacked the top off a carrot, and glanced up the row toward Ernesto Armijo as she tossed the phallus-like vegetable into the basket. She recalled the shiver of excitement which had gone through her while riding out to the field in the back of the truck that morning. The handsome young man had put his arm around her to steady her and had gazed a fraction too long at her with his penetrating, dark brown eyes. "He's all right, I guess," Felicia finally responded. She wished Amita wouldn't talk about sex. It made her uneasy. And after last night, it also made her feel excited, guilty and ashamed, all at once.

"Ernesto, Ernesto!" Amita sighed, pausing to caress the larger end of a particularly big carrot as she gazed wistfully in the direction of the young man. "Do you know what it is you're doing to me, you beautiful man?"

How could he not know, with you flaunting yourself all morning? Felicia wanted to ask. But she said, "I think he knows, all right."

"Oh, I hope so, Felicia! I get the goosebumps all over me when I think about making out with that guy!"

Amita kept chattering away about how crazy she was over the young farm laborer, but Felicia tuned her out. They finished that pile of carrots and moved on to another. Felicia concentrated on her work, paying no attention to their field boss, who'd been prowling around her all morning like a jungle cat stalking its prey. She had no way of knowing it was Mr. Buckner. She failed to notice the way he kept ogling the sight of her well-packed rump straining against the material of her faded blue jeans when she bent over, and the way his tongue moved over his lips at the sight of her more than adequate bosom, which even her father's baggy old white shirt couldn't completely conceal.

However, Buck was keeping a vigilant eye on the girl he'd been ordered to rape. He was trying to figure out how to lure her away without anyone seeing them leave together, and with Felicia suspecting nothing until it was too late. The "no witnesses" part of his instructions was the only thing holding him back. Scarboro hadn't told him not to be seen carrying the Gaucin girl off, but Buck was sagacious enough to know that would never do. He was biding his time, neglecting his duties to keep watch over Felicia, waiting for the chance to pounce on her.

Lunch was trucked out to the field. Felicia was too polite to elbow her way through the other workers like Amita did, and she found herself standing at the end of the chow line. Almost. There was one person behind her, the tall, very dark, twenty-two-year-old Ernesto Armijo.

"Hot today, isn't it?" the handsome youth commented in his best English, using his shirttail to mop the sweat from his pleasant face.

"It's miserable," Felicia agreed, glancing over her shoulder.

"See those trees over there?" he asked, pointing off to a nearby copse.

Felicia nodded.

"There's a well over there," he said a bit awkwardly. "And a little pond. An irrigation pump, too."

She looked up at him quizzically.

He cleared his throat and looked down at his scuffed brogans. "We, uh, could take our food over there and eat."

"I suppose we could, but...." Felicia said, and paused to think of a kind way to say no.

"It's real cool over there," he added hurriedly. "If you'd like to, we could take off our shoes and sit with our feet in the pond while we eat."

The prospect of swishing her hot, aching feet through cool water was appealing, but Felicia knew he was making a cautious play for her. She smiled, and declined with a friendly, "Thank you, Ernesto, but I don't think we should today."

Immediately she turned her back on him and bit her tongue, asking herself vexedly, Why did I thank him? And why did I say "today?" I should have said no ... plain no! He'll think I'm leading him on. Tomorrow he'll get a little bolder. They always do! But I didn't want to hurt his feelings because he is nice.

By the time Felicia got her food, all the sparse shade provided by the parked truck was taken. Then she saw that Amita had saved a place beside her. She smiled and started toward her co-worker.

"Ernesto!" Amita called, waving the young man to come, then patting the empty, shaded space beside her.

Realizing the girl had saved the spot for him rather than her, Felicia stopped and watched the pleased young man hurry past her to eat his lunch in the shade with Amita. She felt an inner twinge when she saw Ernesto plop down beside the boy-crazy girl and pat her thigh. Feeling hurt and left out-though she couldn't understand why, because these certainly weren't her kind of people-Felicia turned away to eat her own lunch in the heat of the glaring sun.

Felicia was facing the tiny copse, and she couldn't help but wish she was inside it, eating in the cool shade beneath one of those green trees, with her shoes off and her bare feet dangling in the pond Ernesto said was there. No, I'd better not, she thought, and squatted down in the sun.

A trickle of perspiration ran down from her right armpit, then one from her left, then both together. A drop of sweat hung precariously on the tip of her dainty nose before it fell off and soaked into her sandwich.

It was no way to eat. Felicia took a couple of minutes of it, then she stood up and strode off toward the little patch of woods, intending to eat alone beside the irresistible pond while swishing her bare feet through its cool water.

The attractive girl's departure didn't go unnoticed. Buck watched Felicia guardedly, frowning until he realized where she was heading. Then he grinned to himself, took a couple of quick, big bites from his sandwich, flung the rest of it away and hurried toward his pickup. It wouldn't do to be seen following her into the woods, he reasoned as he started the pickup and sped off in another direction, planning to circle around and enter the copse unseen from the opposite side.

Half-expecting the beauty and relief of a desert oasis, Felicia approached and entered the wooded little area in the center of the huge carrot field. It wasn't nearly so elegant. But compared to the heat of the sun-drenched field surrounding it, it was pleasant indeed. Except for clearings at each end, through which passed trucks, pipes and workers when irrigation was in progress, the narrow band of trees was unbroken. Most of the trees were elms, and the ground below them was covered with dry leaves.

Felicia crunched through the trees and sighed when she saw the little pond hidden within them. The water had been undisturbed long enough to have settled and cleared. Once she saw the pond, her feet begged to be in, and she hurried to oblige them. She was quite alone. If she'd had time, she would've been tempted to remove her clothes and take a dip. But she didn't have time, and she wasn't really that daring, so she quickly removed her shoes and stockings, pulled up the legs of her blue jeans, sat down on the bank of the pond and submerged her sweaty little feet in the cool, calming water.

She'd scarcely finished eating when Ernesto and Amita, casting furtive glances back toward the other workers, rushed into the woods holding hands. They stopped among the trees, and thinking they had the place all to themselves, took few precautions against the possibility of being observed or overheard.

"Hurry, Ernesto!" Amita urged, her excited voice carrying through the trees to Felicia's naive ears. "There's not much time! But I want you so much, darling! Now!"

"Not so loud, baby," cautioned the youth, and his subdued voice could barely be heard by Felicia.

Neither of them spoke again for about a minute, but Felicia could hear leaves rustling. She thought she knew what they were going to do. and it shocked her. It also gave her that same inner pang she'd experienced when she'd watched Ernesto sit down to eat with Amita, only this time it was sharper. Ignoring the twinge, she perked up her curiously excited ears.

"Oh, Ernesto!" she heard Amita exclaim. "You're so big! Hurry, darling! Get on top of me! Put it in!"

Felicia was shocked, to say the least. It was time to return to the truck, she decided, glancing at the clearings, and choosing the nearest one for her exit. She lifted her feet from the pond and dried them as best she could against her pants legs, one foot at a time and using a single swipe for the top and another for the sole, then began hurriedly putting her socks back on.

"Ohhh ... oh, yes!" came Amita's throaty, low-pitched voice.

The little slut! Just listen to her! Felicia thought. Her sense of decency was pricked by their wanton conduct, and she tried to tune out their sounds.

It was impossible for Felicia to shut her mind to the constant moans her vociferous co-worker was emitting, however. Amita sounded terribly excited, and much to the inhibited Felicia's astonishment, she found the excitement contagious.

"You got a wonderful dick!" came Amita's raspy voice, hurtling from the woods and assailing Felicia's innocent ears with stunning impact.

How awful! Oh, what a dreadful girl! Felicia's shocked mind cried as she tugged up her socks and jammed her feet into her shoes."

"Go, baby ... mmm ... oh, Ernesto ... darling! Give it to me, you sweet man! Give it to me hard!"

Felicia's strange new inner twinge was becoming sharper by the second, and her excitement kept doubling by the heartbeat. By the time she had on her shoes and was getting to her feet, she was very disquieted. Her sense of propriety attempted to pull her away from the pond and back to the other workers, while her piqued curiosity tugged her toward the sounds coming from the trees.

Since Felicia had never seen a couple having intercourse-and was unaware that a darker region of her subconscious mind was dying for just that voyeuristic experience-she was startled to find herself yielding to curiosity. Instead of running away from the upsetting sounds of lovemaking, she found herself turning toward them. There was no conscious decision on her part to begin walking. It was as if someone had given her a push to start her in motion.

After three hesitant steps in the wrong direction, Felicia stopped and shuddered visibly. She glanced at the two-rut dirt road leading out through the clearing. Decency demanded that she take the road and exit immediately, and she forced herself to turn back toward it. She took one step, two, and then the sound of ecstasy froze her in her tracks.

"Ohhh ... oh, God, Ernesto ... I'm coming ... COMINGGG!!!"

Felicia's heart thumped wildly. Suddenly she didn't want to leave. She wanted to hear more, to see what they were doing. With the ragged, female cry of lust-fulfillment ringing lewdly in her ears, Felicia turned toward the loin-tingling sound of Amita's broken sobbing.

Her head spinning with all sorts of erotic imaginings, Felicia half-walked, half-ran to the edge of the narrow band of trees. Telling herself she would take only a quick look at the forbidden act and then hurry away, she tiptoed up to the broad trunk of a large elm and peered furtively around it.

Her eyes nearly bugging out of their sockets, Felicia sucked in her breath and shivered. From her secret vantage point, she could see them all too clearly, although they were some yards away. Amita had her pants and panties all the way off, and Ernesto's khaki trousers and white shorts were bunched around his ankles. The girl was flat on her back, moaning and rocking her head to and fro. Her widespread legs were drawn up and bent at the knees. Between them was Ernesto's body. He was supporting himself on his knees and elbows while his muscular, contracting buttocks rose and fell rhythmically.

It was the most disturbing sight Felicia had ever seen. She could hardly believe her eyes. A girl friend had shown her a dirty picture long ago, but she'd never believed that real people would willingly do such a disgusting thing except to have children. Now she knew better. The physical proof lay before her-moving, moaning and sighing-and she wished she hadn't looked. Because it wasn't disgusting. What they were doing was blatantly obscene to Felicia's sexually repressed mind, but it excited her tremendously to see them doing it.

"Shake it, Amita ... fuck with me, baby!" she heard Ernesto urge pantingly. She also heard Amita's throaty moan and saw the girl respond wantonly. Amita dug the heels of her wide-splayed legs into the ground as she slid her hands down Ernesto's back and palmed his straining buttocks. Then the girl started matching Ernesto stroke for stroke, her compact little fanny bobbing up and down as she cried, "YESSS ... GIVE IT TO ME HARD ... FUCK ME ... FUCK ME!!!"

Felicia wanted to turn away, but couldn't. The lewd tableau before her held her attention like a magnet. She was appalled at how intensely the sight of the young couple locked in sexual intercourse affected her. Her loins had been tingling when she'd positioned herself behind the tree. Now they felt hot and prickly, and she was getting all moist between her trembling legs.

Giving up the idea of leaving-she simply couldn't tear herself away from the compelling spectacle-the fascinated girl whimpered her confusion and pressed the front of her warm, soft body against the hard, cool tree trunk. The sight and sounds of the lustful display caught her up. A moment later, Felicia was completely engrossed in her voyeurism, and she failed to hear the man who was stealing up behind her.

She had no premonition of danger, no warning at all. One second she was hiding behind the tree, oblivious of everything but her sensual discomfort and the lascivious scene causing it, rubbing her aroused vulva and breasts against the cool, rough bark. The next second a hand clamped over her mouth and an arm encircled her, pinning her arms to her sides and lifting her flailing feet off the ground.

"MMPH ... MMMPH!!!" came her muffled screams of spine-wrenching terror.

"Shut up!" a male voice hissed into her ear. "If you make another sound, I'll cut you good!"

By the tone of his voice and the threat to cut her, Felicia realized instantly who the man-handler was. Her heart, already beating faster because of her sexual arousal, pounded wildly in her heaving chest. With supreme effort, she forced herself to quit struggling. Her stark fear of being cut demanded that she remain quiet, and she bit her tongue to contain the frantic screams which threatened to burst her apart if not let out. She managed to mute her screams and turn them into groaning sobs as she collapsed, quaking with fear, against the body she was sure belonged to the same man who'd sexually molested her the night before.

"Now that's better, breed gal," he whispered, and the name he called her told her definitely who he was. "What were you looking at that made you rub your puss against this tree? Over that way, is it? Oh yeah, I see them now. Jesus, they're really ripping off a piece! Hmmm ... makes you hot to spy on lovebirds fucking, does it? Why, Miss Gaucin! I'm right surprised at you! They way you was acting last night, I got the idea you was scared of cock. Maybe I was wrong. Maybe you're just dying to feel a big old hard pecker ramming up inside your pretty little belly. Is that what you want?"

Frantically, Felicia wagged her head. Beads of cold sweat popped out on her forehead. She tried to say no, but with his hand covering her mouth, her words were unintelligible. Finally she gave up trying to speak and helplessly moaned, "Noom! Noom! Noom!"

"I think we'll just stay here and watch them," Buck said, rubbing his groin against Felicia's soft rear as he held her immobile and speechless. "I like to see fucking, too, honey. It makes me hot, same as it does you. Guess maybe it does everybody. Don't move, hear? Or try to yell or anything. Because I'm not bluffing. If you give me any call to, I'll cut that pretty little throat of yours from here to here," he said, and slid his hand down from her mouth, putting his fingertip under her right ear and moving it gougingly across her tense throat to just under her left ear.

Felicia gulped and whimpered, but she didn't dare yell. "Wha-what are you g-going to do to me?" she gasped.

"Shh, not too loud, baby," he warned, moving his hand lower and cupping her left breast, fondling the soft mound through its double covering of bra and white shirt. "Watch them fuck. Look at that spic bastard go, would you! Jesus, he's going to drive that hot little ass of Amita's right into the ground if he keeps throwing the cock to her like that!"

Despite her fear and the vulgar way he was talking, Felicia found her attention returning in part to the screwing couple. She thought of calling out to Ernesto for help, but she didn't. She knew she'd be dead before Ernesto could get his pants up and come to her aid. If he would even try to help her. She didn't know that he would, or if he would even hear her, because he was grunting and Amita was groaning and they were both breathing hard. She felt the pressure when Buck wrapped his fingers around her tittie and squeezed down excitedly. It didn't hurt, but she almost wished it did. In her desire-heavy confusion, she gritted her teeth against the pleasant sensations his mauling caused in her spongy flesh.

"Who are y-you?" she whined, and dared to turn her head and glance over her shoulder. "Mister Buckner?" she gasped. Then she recalled the name "Buck" from the frightening incident in the cabin, and she groaned. "Oh, nooh ... oh, good Lord ... nooh! Buck ... from last n-night!"

"One and the same, baby," he chuckled. "Now, shut up and let's watch the screwing match."

"B-But you're my boss!"

"That's right, Felicia ... in more ways than one. Now, are you gonna shut up and be still, or do I have to stuff your panties in your mouth and tie your hands again?"

"Please," she said, starting to beg for mercy, but his hand leaped to her throat and his fingers wrapped painfully around her neck, preventing her from uttering another word. She could barely breathe, and when he began squeezing she couldn't even accomplish that vital necessity.

"You going to shut it up?" he demanded. When she nodded quickly, he quit choking her and warned, "Not another peep out of you, damnit! Do you understand?"

She nodded again, afraid to risk a verbal reply. The field boss might kill her, and she knew it. Something evil was going on. She didn't know what or why, but she suspected it was because of her father's undercover assignment, and she again hated him for making her come with him.

Buck unbuttoned her shirt and reached inside it. His fingers slithered under her bra and pushed it up. Then he slid his other hand up and held her by her exposed breasts, massaging them flesh to flesh as he rubbed his rising penis against her buttocks and peered over her shoulder at Ernesto and Amita, who were so caught up in their lovemaking they were oblivious of everything else.

Although she had the use of her arms again, Felicia knew better than to try anything. She stood between Buck and the tree, taking the physical abuse, despising herself for finding it fearfully exciting. The constant stroking of her bosom was nearly as maddening as the way he kept rocking her hypersensitive pubis against the rough tree trunk. Back and forth she could feel his hardness moving across her defenseless backside, and she wished with all her palpitating heart he would stop. With her gaze being held by the thrilling sight of Ernesto's penis plunging in and out of Amita's writhing body, Felicia couldn't help wondering what it would feel like if Buck put his hard thing all the way into her, instead of just a tiny bit of it like he had the night before.

It felt good ... so good! she recalled the alarm, her bewildered mind dredging up the memory of that explosion of sheer bliss she'd experienced during the first and only orgasm she'd ever had. Amita has her legs up around Ernesto now! Oh, I can see their things so clearly! They're both so wet and shiny and swollen down there! His penis is big! How in the world can Amita stand having him stick it so deep into her? But she likes it! Listen to her! Oh, stop it, Amita! Stop crying out like that! It sounds so dirty ... and so exciting ... and ... ohhh ... could it possibly feel as good as you're making it sound? What's the matter with me? It doesn't make any difference how good it feels! It's dirty, sinful, wicked, depraved ... and I simply couldn't do that ... disgusting sexual thing!

By her labored breathing and her squirming, Buck could tell the combination of visual and tactile stimulation was getting Felicia. He'd been sure it would, because of the way she'd responded in the cabin. He undid her belt and the single button of her man's blue jeans, then whisked down the front zipper and cupped her crotch. The nylon of her panties was hot as the steaming girl-flesh beneath it, and literally soaked with the slippery oil her little pussy was dribbling.

"Ohhh," Felicia moaned. "Don't doo that!"

"Shut up!" he said, rubbing her from her hairy triangle to her anal opening, forcing her thighs apart and her jeans down. "Don't let me have to warn you again! Or you'll be sorry!"

I'm already sorry! the girl moaned inwardly. Sorry Daddy brought me! Sorry for what happened last night ... and this! And oh, I feel so dirty and cheap! I'm so weak! I couldn't help last night ... and I can't help myself now, either! You animal! Stop! Oh, damn you ... it feels good! STOP ... STOP!!!

Felicia's right tittie was compressed in Buck's left hand, and he was twisting it this way and that, making her squirm her soft, rounded bottom back against his throbbing pecker as he probed the tip of his middle finger into her nylon-covered slot. Through the slippery, thin material of her panty crotchband, he was busy tracing the elliptical outline of her private spot, running the tip of his finger up the ultra-smooth inner surface of one puffy outer cunt lip and down the other. It was one of the thrilling things he'd done the previous night, and it felt even better now than it had then.

"Ohhh!" she sighed, her eyes affixed to the lewd sight of Ernesto's tensed butt arcing furiously between the writhing Amita's encircling legs.

"Feels good, huh, baby?" Buck asked, his mouth close to her ear and his hot breath bathing over it.

"Nooh ... it's horrid!" she gasped. "Just awful! Why are you treating me this way, M-Mister Buckner?"

Instead of answering, he covered her ear with his mouth and inserted his warm, wet tongue. Shivers raced up and down Felicia's spine as he swirled his slick tongue all around the inner whorls of her dainty ear. She'd never been Frenched, in the ear or the mouth, and it affected her strongly. Oh, my heavens! she thought, feeling something melt deep inside her. What's he doing to me? Why is my stomach turning over and over! Ohhh! Help me. Lord! Don't let it happen again ... like it did last night! Keep me ... ohhh, good ... good!

Buck's hand was under the drenched crotchband of Felicia's panties now, and he had his finger into her up to the first knuckle. The girl was resisting the rising tide of passion with all her might, scared to death of sex as she was. Her new knowledge that it was terribly exciting and pleasurable only confused her all the more. No matter how good it felt, she was still convinced it was evil.

"OHHH ... ERNESTO!!!" Amita cried hoarsely, letting her legs fall from around him.

Through desire-blurred eyes, Felicia saw her co-worker slap her feet flat on the ground and begin hammering her loins up to Ernesto. Stop it, stop it, stop it! her spinning mind screamed, as Buck batted her erect clitoris with the tip of his wet finger, sending thousands of red-hot prickly sensations washing out through her.

"HARDER, DARLING ... FUCK ME ... OHHHH ... FUCK ME LIKE MAD!!!"

"Aaah," Felicia sighed involuntarily, snuggling her soft rump back against the hard male organ before she realized what she was doing. What's the matter with me? Am I losing my mind? I'm not like Amita! I know better! Oh, how cheap and vulgar I am! I've got to be strong! I can't let him get to me like he did last night! I can't stop him from doing what he wants, but I don't have to like it! I mustn't let myself like it! No decent girl does!

"OHHHH ... AHHHHH," Amita groaned mournfully as she slumped to the ground and began shuddering all over. "COMING, I'M COMMIIINNNGGG!!!"

With Buck flicking her pleasure button like crazy, the sound of Amita's ecstatic outcry was almost enough to make Felicia swoon. After last night, she knew what it was to come, and she could feel a bit of the agonized bliss she knew Amita was having.

"Jesus!" Ernesto croaked, and he rammed into the sobbing girl all the way, grinding his pelvis against hers and groaning.

"Sounds like our private show is about over," Buck whispered. "Did it get to you, baby? Are you ready for this now?" he asked, and bored into her quivering butt with the hard bulge in his trousers.

"Please!" Felicia panted. "Don't do it to ... ohhh ... ohhaahh!" She couldn't go on, because he'd captured her inflamed clit between his thumb and forefinger and was rolling it back and forth, driving her out of her mind.

"Yeah," he breathed. "You're ready for cock. Damned if you're not! You may not want it, but you're sure as hell ready for it, baby!"

"Mmmm, mmm, mmmmm!" Felicia half-sighed half-moaned, her eyes narrowing down to mere slits as waves of hot lust careened within her feverish loins. She could see Amita and Ernesto getting up and preparing to leave the wooded area, and she thought dimly that if she didn't shout for help soon it would be too late. But with her super-sensitive nubble being massaged and tweaked incessantly, she couldn't seem to think straight enough to do anything. All she could do was sag against the horrible man and sigh with unwanted pleasure.

Yell for help! her foggy mind demanded. Ernesto can hear me now! He'll help me! I've got to scream ... now! But what if he doesn't get here in time? What if he won't help me after all? Oh, Lord ... then I would really be in danger! I don't dare yell for help! What can I do? Daddy, I hate you, hate you, hate you! This is all your fault! Damn you for forcing me to come! You love these dirty field hands more than you do me! You're sacrificing me! I'll never forgive you! Never! Do you know what's happening to me? Would you even care if you did know? Oh, God ... I wish I could die!

While Felicia's lust-dulled mind dwelled on her misfortune and misery, Ernesto and Amita put on their pants and slipped quietly from the copse. Felicia saw them leave but wasn't brave enough to risk being knifed. She didn't call for help, and when she realized it was too late, all hope died, leaving a sick void in the pit of her stomach. Her feeling of utter helplessness in no way lessened the licking flames of lust in her loins, however. In fact, it seemed to increase them, as if the disappearance of her hope in some way opened a flue inside her which allowed more oxygen to rush in and cause the heat of her unwelcome lust to leap to new intensity.

"Now, breed gal," he said in a husky whisper, grasping her by the shoulders and jerking her around. He pinned her back against the trunk of the tree and tugged her panties and jeans over her flared hips, then shoved them and let them fall of their own weight down her long, tapering legs to bunch around her ankles. The zipper of his fly opened with a raspy report, and he brought out his fully erect organ. "Now we're going to fuck!"

"Nooh! Oh, please! I beg you!"

"Look at it!" he barked, grabbing her head and forcing her to look down at his upward angled penis, which was standing boldly out through his open fly.

The sight of his bare pecker made Felicia suck in her breath. A flood of consternation rushed over her, and she stared at the rock-hard instrument with fascinated horror. The livid, circumcised head bulged rotundly, its slitted tip smeared with a viscous substance oozing from the puckered eye at its very end. Behind the fearsome glans was a column of supporting flesh, at least an inch and a half in diameter and streaked with puffy, bluish veins. It was the most frightening thing Felicia had ever seen in all her young life, but the tremor it sent through her was tinged with a lascivious thrill.

It wasn't his intention to allow her a leisurely inspection, though. While Felicia was gaping down at the first male organ her astonished eyes had seen, her breath quickening and her dulled mind too stunned to react quickly, Buck stepped forward and stuck it between her legs.

"Ohh!" she gasped, looking up reflexively with her startled mouth hanging open.

Taking advantage of her state of utter confusion, Buck mashed his lips to hers and thrust his tongue into her mouth. Before she could respond or struggle-he neither knew nor cared which she would choose to do-he wedged the knob-like head of his rod between the swollen, slippery lips of her virginal pussy and lunged into her.

Felicia's fragile veil of virginity was ripped to shreds by the blood-engorged head of his battering prick. The sharp pain caused by his sudden, brutal penetration made her mouth drop open before she clenched her teeth and threw back her head in agony. She didn't even get the satisfaction of biting his tongue, because it was lost from her mouth as her head swung back. Her teeth clamped chatteringly together and she banged the back of her head against the tree, dazing herself. By the time she screamed at the searing pain swirling through her shocked loins, he had his hand over her mouth to mute the mournful sound.

As she screamed and shuddered into his palm, Buck sank the remainder of his thick pole into her, savoring the snug fit of her virginal vagina as he reamed it to size.

It felt as if she were being split in half as he skewered her with inch after inch of his long, fat dick. Felicia's pain-racked body quaked violently and her head spun crazily. She thought she was going to faint, and wished she could. Down her quivering white thighs rivulets of bright red blood trickled freely. With every raw nerve in her outraged body, she could feel more and more of his cruel organ boring its way into her. Felicia's muffled screams continued until the tip of his bloated peter lay in the depths of her heaving belly, with his groin pressed tight against her blood-rimmed, hairy opening. Then she emitted a piteous wail and blacked out from the mixture of excruciating pain and thundering shock.

When Felicia regained consciousness, she was lying on a soiled army surplus blanket, stripped to the buff and flat on her back. Buck had carried the unconscious girl around the pond and put her down near his parked pickup. The blanket was for his comfort, not hers. He was also naked, lying atop her with his rock-hard dong into her right up to his balls.

"Welcome back to the world of the living," he said, grinning down at her.

Felicia blinked and licked her lips. Then her eyes snapped wide-open and she groaned. It all came back to her in a flash. There was a dull, throbbing ache in her loins, and a sensation of utter fullness reaching all the way up into her belly. She threw back her head and screamed shrilly.

He laughed with perverted delight. "Go ahead, baby. Tell me about it. Scream all you want. Everyone else is clear down at the end of the field. There's no one but you and me to hear you, and I like the sound!"

"Oh, dear God!" she wailed mournfully. Her scorching humiliation made her clench her small hands into fists and beat at his shoulders.

His raucous laughter rang stridently in her ears, adding insult to injury. Impulsively she hissed her anger and spat in his face.

It was the wrong thing to do, and Buck let her know it right away. Like an outraged bull, he bellowed and snorted as he slapped her again and again. The palm and the back of his hand kept her head snapping back and forth, with the terror-stricken girl screaming bloody murder. Finally he stopped slapping her and returned her insult in kind, by spitting back in her face.

Sobbing bitterly, Felicia wiped her face with her hands, then wiped her hands on the old army blanket.

"I'm not going to put up with any more of your shit!" Buck yelled. "You'd better take your fucking and act like you like it!"

"I-I w-will!" she sniveled. "Anything! Just d-don't hit me again!"

"Put your arms around me. Spread your legs wider."

She didn't dare refuse. Slavishly, she opened her legs to him and lifted her trembling, lead-like arms, embracing him with great reluctance.

"Stroke my back," he instructed.

Felicia shut her tear-filled eyes and used her moist palms to do as he'd told her. It made her feel even more degraded, but she ran her hands over his muscular back.

"Lower," he said. "Caress my ass, breed gal."

Wishing she could faint again, or even die, because anything was more desirable than the obscene things he was forcing her to do, Felicia inched her open hands lower. She stroked past the small of his sweaty back, hating herself for allowing him to intimidate her to this debasing degree. But she had no choice, and she knew it. There was no fight left in her. She reasoned she'd already been ruined.

It was extremely difficult for the sexually repressed girl to comply with his latest request. She had to compel her hands to do his lecherous biding. A moral battle raged within her as she drove her unwilling hands lower. Shaking all over, she slid her palms up the slopes of his hard, lightly haired buttocks and began tensely rubbing the fleshy hillocks.

"Cup me," he said, his eyes feasting on the displeasure he read in her suffering face. "Put one hand on each cheek of my butt, and wrap those hot little fingers around them."

Felicia could feel the head of his fully inserted penis throbbing deep inside her vagina as she spread her slender fingers and grasped as much of his surprisingly smooth, male buttocks as her small hands could encompass. With her shivering legs so wide apart, she was also keenly aware of his warm, hairy testicles lying vulgarly in the open crack of her quivering bottom. She bitterly resented the vile use he was making of her.

II I had a gun, I'd kill him! she thought, and was shocked to realize she meant it literally, that it would give her great pleasure to shoot him between his eyes. Violence was alien to her, so it was little wonder her mind recoiled with horror. He's an animal! Oh dear Lord ... help me ... because he's dragging me down to his level!

Then Buck began screwing her with deliberately long strokes, taking his time about it, drawing out his thick rod till only its head remained inside her before he lowered himself back onto her and sank every bit of his masculine turgidity into the moist heat of her cringing belly.

For the first dozen thrusts, Felicia held her breath. The carnal coupling was repulsive to her, and she couldn't for the life of her understand how Amita had enjoyed having Ernesto do this to her. There was nothing enjoyable about it. It hurt. She was tender and sore down there. But the mental suffering it caused was ten times worse than the physical. Felicia felt soiled and cheapened, shamed and disgraced, and she knew she would feel this way for the rest of her life. I wish I had a gun! Oh, how I wish I could kill you! she thought vengefully, opening her eyes and glaring up at Buck's lewdly grinning face with a hatred so fierce it made her blood nearly boil.

Buck had had two satisfying orgasms the previous night-not in Felicia but because of her, and one of them on her-and he was in almost complete control of himself. He kept sliding his stiff prong in and out of her hairy little nest in a relaxed, gentle manner, savoring the tight fit of her velvety vagina, reveling in the fact that his was the first pecker to penetrate it. He watched her face for signs of erotic response. He didn't have long to wait. It was her lovely, big brown eyes which gave her away. They began narrowing, then her eyelids started fluttering.

"Is it getting good?" he asked cockily, fucking on and gazing at her slitted eyes, one of which was beginning to twitch erratically at the outer corner.

"No!" she hissed, and turned her head to the side so she wouldn't have to look at him. She hated him as she'd never thought she could hate anyone.

"You're lying," he said matter-of-factly, and began gradually increasing the speed of his screwing motions.

She chose to remain silent, because she had lied. It was beginning to feel good, but she would rather die than admit it to him. She didn't want to admit it to herself even. But he kept at her, and the friction was getting to her in spite of her resolve to feel nothing but disgust. Her hair-ringed opening was stretched around the girth of his stroking shaft like a tight rubber band.

Each time he stuck it into her, Felicia could feel her sensitive sexual folds yielding in around his dick. It was even more humiliating when he pulled it out. Her slippery labia clung to his retreating organ, and she could feel her puffy flesh distending out from her body.

The pushing and pulling sensations delighted her feverish loins, but Felicia was determined to resist them. She had to. The tingles of prickly pleasure had to be fought back. Carnality was depraved and wicked, and she couldn't allow herself to yield to it. Everything she'd ever been taught screamed out against it.

"You'll come around," he said, leisurely humping away. "You did last night, and you will this time, too."

I couldn't help myself last night! she wanted to plead in her defense, but she only bit her lower lip and closed her eyes. Just the mention of her lapse of morals was enough to remind her of how weak she'd been, and somehow that made her feel weak again.

His cocksure remark broke the slender thread by which Felicia was desperately clinging to the last vestiges of her ingrained morality. The physical stimulation of her blood-engorged genitals began to get through to her mind in the form of intensely pleasurable sensations, and the uptight young lady felt herself weakening rapidly.

"Oh, nooh!" she moaned, unable to deny the sudden burst of sexual desire it caused when he thrust balls-deep into her and ground his coarsely haired pubis against her soft mons. The end of his hard dick snuggled itself against the tender neck of her uterus, then began flicking it maddeningly. The flared base of his prick rubbed her elongated clitoris and his testicles jiggled obscenely in the warm, blood-streaked valley of her spread buttocks.

Buck smiled to himself and withdrew slowly, pulling out of her snug, steamy harbor until his retreat was stopped by her tautly stretched inner cunt lips. She was incredibly tight. Her smaller labia were like a satiny vise around his shaft. They locked the bulbous head of his dong lewdly inside her, refusing to stretch over the broad ridge at the back of his swollen crown.

"Ung, ahh," Felicia whimpered at the entrance to her dilated vagina fluttered twitchingly around the junction of his penile shaft and glans.

Then he hunched into her, and it was entirely different this time. A tremor of lascivious pleasure washed over the astonished child as she felt his throbbing organ sliding deep into her. It was almost like he was doing it for the first time, and in a way, he was. There was no more pain. The bleeding had stopped, and Felicia's resistance was almost drained. She sucked in her breath and shivered when he hit bottom, jarring her womb and sending a sensation of utter helplessness through her.

Holding in to the hilt, he began rotating his hips in a tight circle, stimulating the fiery red button at the tip of her hair-fringed slit as he stirred her insides with the full length of his sturdy stalk.

"Aaaaah ... aaaah!" Felicia was shocked to hear herself sighing. She bit her lip hard, hoping the pain would override the mounting lust in her loins.

While the panic-stricken girl chewed her lower lip and screwed her eyes grotesquely shut, Buck began humping her in earnest. His rump arced rhythmically as he drove his sex-wetted dong into her gripping little pussy with long, smooth strokes.

Felicia's healthy young body had taken all it could. Her swollen genitals no longer cared that she was being raped. Their function was to receive the erect male penis, to be excited by it, to find it extremely pleasurable, and they were fulfilling that function despite her conscious mental effort to keep them from responding. Her physical instincts overruled her confused mind, and Felicia was dismayed when she realized her hips were beginning to undulate.

Stop it! her passion-dulled mind screamed. Don't give up! Fight this urge to give in!

But even as her strait-laced mind was fighting the last moral battle, her steaming sexual organs had already given up the war and surrendered. Her secretion-slick vagina yielded thrillingly to the column of hard, white flesh invading it. Her inner sheath opened up willingly and swallowed its conqueror whole, then welcomed his rounded vanguard to the heart of its womb with soft, fluttering caresses.

"Ohhh," Felicia moaned, licking absently at her trembling lips.

"That's it, breed gal," he encouraged, increasing his efforts. "Let it hang out, baby. It's too good for a little pepper belly like you to resist, ain't it?"

"Unnnhh! Aaaah!"

"You like it, don't you?" he crooned.

"Nooh!" she rasped, rocking her head from side to side as he hammered the meat to her and thrilled her to the very core of her being. She could feel his sweat-damp abdomen slapping against hers, could feel the muscles working in his pistoning buttocks, but most of all she could feel the exciting thump, thump, thump as his cockhead pounded away at the ultra-sensitive mouth of her organ. The womb-jarring thrusts addled her confused brain. As she felt her final barrier of decency crumble into nothingness, she heaved a choking sob and resisted no more. Now all she could do was lie docilely and take the fucking the rapist gave her. Or so she naively thought.

Felicia's sob of pleasured surrender was still hanging in the hot air when she felt her midsection start rippling involuntarily. A sense of bittersweet defeat enveloped her. She couldn't deny the waves of hot, sensual pleasure washing over her, nor could she hold back her eager loins.

"Oh God!" she gasped, more fascinated than horrified when she felt her hips begin lifting to meet the brutal man.

"That's the way, Felicia! Hunch me, baby!

"I c-can't help it!" she wailed, clutching his buttocks and arching upward at the same time.

He rammed in all the way and drove her resilient butt back down to the blanket.

"Oouuu!" she sighed, shivering as a lewd thrill coursed through her.

There was no holding back then. Instinctively she began fucking with him, straining and moaning as her lust-tortured body struggled to match him stroke for spine-tingling stroke. It was almost as if she were two different girls. One part of her seemed to be standing off to the side, watching with stunned disbelief as the other part of her writhed wantonly beneath the panting male animal who had taken away her virginity. She felt utterly defiled, irreparably soiled.

"Damn you!" she sobbed, her eyes mirroring her incredulity as she locked her legs over his and pulled his thrilling cock into her, her trembling hands kneading the cheeks of his ass. She wriggled her butt and tilted her pelvis so he could penetrate her to the limit. When she had it all, with her hungry pussy lips nibbling the thick base of his rod and her cervix being tickled by its throbbing glans, she threw back her head and let out a guttural groan.

He hammered a flurry of pile-driving thrusts into her, then paused to observe her reaction.

"Don't stop!" she cried, her hips rocking and her breath coming in bursting gasps. "More ... do it some more!"

"Do what some more?" he asked, grinning triumphantly as his gaze drank in the sight of her lust-glazed eyes and twitching lips.

Felicia knew the words, though she'd never used them. The sound of Amita's voice echoed in her head, and she opened her mouth to let it out. "Fuck me!" she breathed, and discovered that it thrilled her to say it. "FUCK ME!" she shrieked, and there was no thought of Amita then.

His eyes glinting with satisfaction, he shoved his hands under her and cupped the quivery globes of her squirming ass. "Damn right, honey," he said, withdrawing slowly, then plunging forcefully into her and slapping her anal crevice with his swaying nut-sac.

"Uuunnnhh!" came her pleasured cry as the breath was knocked from her lungs.

Powering the pole to her, he grunted, "You bet I'll fuck you! I'll screw the ass right off you, breed gal!"

"Yes!" she sobbed, her head lolling droopingly from side to side as the sinful bliss crashed through her sweat-dampened body. "Give it to meee!"

Oh, Lord God! she thought, as he pistoned his fat dick furiously within the sucking cylinder of her awakening vagina. What am I doing? Ohhh ... this is terrible! He's fucking me ... and I love it! I can't help it! It's good ... wonderful ... ohhh, yess ... I feel so ... so alive! I love it! God help me, but I do!

Felicia buried her face in the moist crook of his neck and clung to his arcing buttocks, tugging at them to help him screw her, humping her ravenous little cunt up to meet his inrushing dong in midair. She shuddered with sensual joy again and again. It no longer mattered that she considered the act forbidden and depraved, because for the first time in her life she felt deliciously wicked, perverted, even. She knew she was wallowing in carnal muck, but at the moment she couldn't have cared less. The pleasure of it was beyond anything she'd ever imagined. It was irresistible, fantastically good, and getting better by the second.

"Harder!" she rasped, throwing her legs up around Buck the way she'd seen Amita do with Ernesto. She slid her hands up his body and locked her ankles over the small of his back, shortening her vagina without knowing it. In her new posture, it felt to her as if the huge head of his plunging dick was probing clear up into her heaving chest.

"Ohhh, ohhh, ohhh," she chanted.

"Good?" he husked, his hot breath bathing her ear as his pulsating dong sawed happily away in the slippery, gripping ring of her hair-lined sex hole.

Felicia was beyond words by then. All she could manage was a hoarse groan. Her conscious mind was out of it. Lust had her in its fiery grips. Sensual pleasure came at her in great blazing sheets. She could feel herself being transported to the brink of sexual ecstasy.

It felt as if her loins were bursting apart. Her orgasm thundered through her. She thought she was dying, it was so intense. She flung back her head and screamed shrilly as the strong walls of her youthful pussy began spasming and convulsing wildly around the cock fucking frenziedly into it. It was the first real come the young girl had experienced, and it was too much too soon. She couldn't contain it. Sobbing brokenly and shuddering all over, she rode the tidal wave of her soul-rending climax until it peaked, then she fainted.

She lay limp and unconscious for the second time that day, unaware of Buck's cursing, and equally unaware of his semen gushing into the depths of her sullied belly a couple of moments later.