Chapter 7
Karen bathed, soaking in the tub for over an hour that evening after the animal rape and her double fuck. She felt as if every pore in her young body had been violated. Fortunately, her parents were at a local church prayer meeting and had yet to come home. A note had been left on the kitchen table, chastising her for being late from school and thus not being able to go with them to church.
While letting the warm water wash over her sore cunt and titties, Karen thought of Sharon, the boys and those pictures. She closed her eyes and shuddered. What would her parents say if they were to see even one foot of those filthy pictures? And her friends at school? She was sure Sharon would even tell them about the dog-maybe even lie and say she went with the donkey as well-AND LIKED IT!
"NOOOO!" Karen groaned, covering her face and sinking down into the warm, comforting water. She couldn't see Billy anymore. She couldn't take the chance of offending Sharon and setting off a chain of events that would destroy her.
Pulling herself stiffly up from the tub, Karen dried her body, looking at herself in the mirror as she dabbed her cunny dry with the edge of the white terricloth towel. Except for several red marks made on her belly by the dog's toenails, there was no sign that she'd been through a hell on earth only a few hours ago. And yet what she'd experienced-that animal, that German Shepherd crawling all over her, licking his tongue into her pussy, driving his slick knobby boner into her crotch and dumping his doggie jizz into her snatch!
Karen felt her stomach turn over. Dropping the towel she ran for the sink, feeling the room spinning around her as she held onto the cold edge. No, her life would never be the same.
The next day at school Karen purposely avoided seeing Billy. In English class the young girl kept her eyes either on the instructor or gazed vacantly out the window while the young man tried to get her attention.
After the bell rang Karen wrote down the assignment in her notebook, closed it quickly and gathered up her books for the next class. Billy ran quickly over to her before she managed to walk from the class.
"Hey, what's wrong with you?" he whispered as the others started leaving the room.
"Please don't, Billy. I've changed my mind. I don't like thinking about what happened between us," she said, struggling with the he as she shrank from his touch. "I don't think we should see each other." Karen lifted her head and stared into his face for a quick moment. He looked hurt and disbelieving.
"Hey, come on. Let's talk," he said a little uneasily, pulling her toward the door.
"I said it's finished," the girl countered in a tense whisper, nervously looking around to see if Sharon or one of her spies was watching them.
Billy looked at her closely, then dropped his hand that had been on her shoulder and shrugged in disgust.
"Okay, virgin. If that's the way you want it.. . " He turned on his heel and walked quickly out of the room.
Karen wanted to scream in anger. She had buckled to pressure, giving up someone she'd begun to genuinely like.
The rest of that afternoon was nothing but torture for the blonde teenager. She saw Billy a few more times-this time in Sharon Laughlin's company. The older girl wasted no time in moving in. She talked easily, watching Karen occasionally out of the corners of her eyes while she made play after play for Karen's former friend.
Karen tried to ignore them in the school cafeteria and halls. But it seemed wherever she went she was bumping into this new couple. By the end of the school day she was ready to ask her parents if she could transfer to another school. With Buz, Lonnie, Jack and Paul lurking around not to mention Sharon calling the shots, the young blonde didn't feel safe.
At the last bell Karen slammed her locker door shut hard in disgust, holding the few books she was taking home close to her titties and walking swiftly down the nearly deserted hall toward the rear exit door. She thought of Billy and the comforting way he used to hold her. That was all gone now. All she would have were the memories of their few times together, mixed with the horrors of that evening that followed.
It was growing dark again. Since her kidnapping Karen had grown terrified of the dark. She almost ran across the playing field, dreading the short walk she'd have through the park before she reached her house.
The young blonde had nearly reached the edge of the playing field when she heard someone whisper to her from the near-by bushes.
"Hey baby."
The girl stopped, frozen with fear. She felt the hair stand on the nape of her neck as she turned around and peered into the thicket of bushes where she and Billy once made love.
At first she could see nothing. Then the branches parted and there was Buz standing with his Levi's opened. His cock hung out half-erect with his fingers stroking the meat teasingly.
"Come on in here and give ol' Buz some head-just like you did with Billy."
Karen backed away, dropping her books. She felt sick to her stomach. Her eyes widened while her forehead wrinkled up in disgust. She was going to be their play thing for however long they wanted.
"No, you get out of here," Karen whined, raising her hands protectively in front of her. Buz stayed in the bushes, smiling strangely at her, then stepping back into the darkness. She could hear him zipping up. Then he burst from the thicket like a charging bull, his hands stretched out for the girl.
Karen screamed, turning around and running back toward the school. She screamed and shouted for help, looking desperately around for someone. But most everyone had gone home. No one was on the playing field, and chances were that no one spotted the brief violent scene that took place.
"Leave me alone!" Karen cried as Buz caught her by the wrist and yanked her to the ground. The blonde teenager let out a startled grunt, feeling her arm nearly pull from her shoulder socket. She cried out again in pain, pulling desperately and trying to yank herself free.
Buz raised his right hand high above his head and brought it back down hard against Karen's right cheek.
"Uhhh!" the girl cried, her head snapping back from the force of the blow. She fell to one side, her hands flailing out into the air while her legs sprawled out in front of her. The blonde let out a groan as she felt Buz slide his hands under her shoulders, then drag her back into the bushes. "Please, don't hurt me," she pleaded, feeling the cold wet grass slide against her upper thighs.
"Don't worry, chick. We've got plans for that little pussy of yours." Buz grunted, dragging her through the thicket, then continuing to pull her along to the edge of the tiny forest toward the service alley running alongside. Karen twisted her head around and saw that Chevy standing quietly on the road.
"Hey man, come on with the cunt. Someone's gonna spot us," Lonnie said in a tense whisper from the front of the car.
They pushed the girl in like a sack, closing the door and driving off with a squeal of rubber. Once inside in the rear seat Karen realized she was being hauled off again-this time without Sharon around.
"I've stayed away from Billy," she whined in a tiny, frightened voice.
"I've stayed away from Billy," Lonnie mimicked her, making the others break out into laughter. Karen pulled herself up into a tiny ball, curling up and backing against the side of the car. Her eyes moved from one boy to the other, watching every move they made. "You think we only do what Sharon says? Sure, she's important-lots of pull, even with the faculty what with her old man and what he owns around town. But we have our own fun too."
Karen felt a bolt of terror shoot through her young body. She was going to be the fun for the evening. Of that she was sure. They were going down the same road she'd been taken before-it was the road to Sharon's uncle's farm!
The blonde's lower jaw dropped while her fingers moved like tiny animals over her legs. They were going to rape her again-make her feel all those awful sensations and maybe even take more pictures!
"Oh God, don't do this to me. I promise I'll pay you anything-ANYTHING!"
The boys looked at her silently this time, smiling without saying a word. Karen realized there was no hope. She sat quietly, watching the countryside go by as they neared the farm.
Once there the boys pulled up to the barn, shutting off the engine and spilling quickly out of the car. While they led Karen from the Chevy to the barn like a lamb to the slaughter they talked about the coming football game and history class. She could hardly believe they could be so casual about this whole matter.
"Hey, here's ol' Major," Buz said, bending down and stretching out his arms as the big German Shepherd jumped from his sitting position and ran up to the big blond football player.
"I keep him here. More room to run around. The city's no place for a dog," Paul said, reaching down and scratching his pet's ears. It all looks so innocent, Karen thought, standing by the barn door and watching the two young men. And yet they were about to perform moral atrocities that would have shocked the most jaded of people.
"Come on," Jack said behind her, reaching out and pushing her toward the other two.
"Hey, let's have a little fun with her first," Buz said, standing up and catching the young blonde as she pitched forward. He reached up and cupped her full titties in both hands, squeezing the spongy flesh hard with his thick fingers. Karen closed her eyes, sucking in her lower hp and biting down until she could taste blood. Her nipples were actually stiffening, growing hard and tense under this humiliation. She opened her eyes and saw that the young blond could feel her titty tips hardening. A twisted smile crossed his lips and he flicked his thumbs cruelly across her nipples.
"Hey," Paul said as Buz suddenly threw her away from him, sending her spinning into his buddy's arms. Jack caught her, moving his hands across her jiggling tits, then sliding them down to her ass and feeling her buttocks through her tight-fitting blue skirt.
Karen groaned, tilting her head back and fighting back the desire to scream. Her hair whipped across her face while she struggled for balance. Then the big dark-haired boy pushed her across the floor toward Paul.
Karen stumbled over her feet, pitching forward and falling toward the hay-covered dirt. Paul grabbed her by the wrists, pulling her out of her spin and jerking her hard up to her feet.
"Uhhh!" she cried, twisting her head away as he tried to kiss her.
"You don't have to play the virgin here," he said, twisting her hair in his fingers and jerking back hard. The young teenager's eyelids fluttered open while a scream tore from her throat. The pain on her scalp was horrible. And then Paul's thick lips were on her throat while his crotch banged into hers.
"My turn," Lonnie shouted. Paul tore away, throwing her toward his bigger buddy. This time Karen fell to her hands and knees before anyone caught her.
"Ohhh!" her palms were scraped by the hay while the girl felt her skirt ride up almost over her ass. A finger-someone's-dipped into her exposed cunny-crack. Karen jerked forward, twisting her hips around and clenching her knees together.
"She's hot," Paul said, pulling his finger up to his nose and sniffing at its tip. Karen watched the four as they grouped together in front of her. "Come on. Let's see how hot."
They fell on her like a swarm of locusts. Karen cried out, covering her face as they unbuttoned her blouse, fished out her titties and played with them while others pulled off her skirt and commented on her strange lack of panties.
"Good bitch. Too fuckin' hot to wear panties. Easier for her to hike up her skirt and take a cock up her pussy," Lonnie said, winking to the others. "Take her to the stall," the boy said, an idea suddenly striking him.
The others obeyed, dragging the girl by the arms and legs like a bagged deer to a small wooden stall. Karen watched silently in horror as Lonnie directed them to tie her arms and legs spread-eagled to hooks driven deep into the wooden partitions. Soon she was hanging with her buttocks toward the floor, suspended two feet over the floor. Lonnie had returned after disappearing for a few seconds. He squatted down, a Coleman lantern in his hands. Adjusting the flame, the young man looked up at the helpless bound girl. The bright light from the lantern below gave a hellish appearance to the young man.
Karen felt her flesh crawl with horror. He had something terrible planned for her. And yet that idea was actually exciting the girl. Her titties rose and fell rapidly while her nipples hardened even more. Her belly made her titties dance and slap together softly. Karen sobbed as the weight of her body pulled at her muscles. She twisted back and forth trying to ease the strain. But no position helped the pain in her shoulders and thighs.
Lonnie kept his eyes on her, moving the lantern under her naked crotch. Lifting the glass sheath of the lantern, he turned the key clockwise. The slim flame steadily grew. Karen felt the increased, intense heat on the underside of her left leg.
"You'll like the heat. It'll keep you nice and warm, especially when you've lost your clothes," Lonnie said ironically. The other boys watched in amazement as Lonnie continued to torture the young helpless blonde teenager.
Karen realized he was going to brand her ass. She started to scream, her screams rising as he turned the flame up higher. She was writhing and twisting, trying to raise her hips to escape the heat. The flame flickered as it brushed against her buttocks. The girl's cries became strangled sobs as the pain lessened.
Yet at the same time she felt her clitty tingle. Her cunny began to quiver. The nerves in her pussy raced with wild ecstasy. In a strange, half-crazed way Karen wanted someone to touch her body-touch her titties, milk her bloated cuntlips together. But all she could do was bite her lip and twist and jerk her hips shamelessly.
Lonnie squatted and watched the girl. He wanted to screw her as did all the others. But they were having a perverse fun torturing the young girl gradually.
Then he leached up, jerking her cuntlips apart. Karen began to cry. Lonnie let her go, then turned up the flame even higher. The sudden burst of heat turned a dime-shaped portion of her asscheeks a brilliant red. Karen groaned, jerking at the bonds and begging again for him to stop.
Lonnie only reached up and swung her body back and forth as if it were a hammock, making her ass pass over the flame and leaving a blistering trail across her butt. He kept on swinging her as she shrieked and the flame bit deeper.
"Hey, come on Lonnie. You're really burning her," Buz warned, laying a hand on his friend's shoulder.
Lonnie jerked as if awakened from a deep sleep. He sighed, then reached down and turned the flame off. Karen sighed, murmuring thanks as the boys untied her and let her fall to the ground. In the distance she could hear the dog barking.