Chapter 7

As soon as Judge Wagner had explained to Paul that Sandy had been in an accident with Sam's truck, the young man offered to drive Sam to the hospital to get his truck. Paul wanted to stay and see Sandy, unconvinced that she wasn't badly hurt.

The injured young blonde had come around slowly and was in such a state that the doctor had given her a sedative. She was sound asleep when Paul arrived at her room. She seemed to be in shock. After giving her every possible test, the hospital had advised the young man to go and get some sleep, all they could do was wait until she began to snap out of it.

It was three days later when Sandy began to show any life at all. She was awake but she said not a word. She wouldn't eat, and she stared straight ahead with wide-confused eyes. Paul stayed with her every day, going to a nearby motel every night.

Arriving the fourth morning after the accident, Paul sat beside her and whispered lovingly, "Darling, tell me what happened."

She stiffened, covered her face with her hands, and began sobbing hysterically. "No! No! No!"

He called the nurse and they gave her another sedative to calm her down. The tortured young man sat with his silent fiancee for the rest of the day and far into the night. He was worried that she might have brain damage that had gone unnoticed by the doctor. Finally about midnight the nurse came in and ordered him to go to the motel and get some sleep.

He fell into the bed and soon was in a troubled sleep. Tossing and turning he slept a nightmarish few hours and was jerked into consciousness by the ringing of the telephone. The hospital was calling to tell him that Sandy was awake and asking for him.

Relieved, Paul rushed to the hospital. Sandy was sitting up in bed, drinking milk, and there was a smile on her face. As he kissed her, she threw her arms around him and crushed him tightly against her chest. He was so grateful to see her looking well that it took him a few seconds to realize she was wildly French kissing him, her tongue darting in and out between his teeth. He could feel her gown-covered nakedness, and he forced himself to pull away from her passionate kiss, backing away from the bed as the amorous young blonde tried to cling to him.

"Sandy! You really are better."

"Yes," she whispered.

Paul tried to hide his excitement and passion as he stared at the voluptuous girl. It was Sandy, but she was different! She was acting like a hussy! Kissing him like that, and just after she'd been seriously ill! Even as he stood there staring speculatively at her, she was looking at him with a sensuous smile and writhing provocatively around on the bed.

She stroked the outline of her thigh through the sheet and said seductively, "It's so good to see you, Paul!"

"It's sure good to see you feeling better," he tried to keep his smile. Jesus, she was actually flirting with him! Was she still in a state of shock?

Her hands slid slowly up and down his thighs, and Paul found himself getting an erection when she pointed in front of her and whispered, "Is it safe without locking the door?"

"Why?" he stammered, feeling a ripple of excitement up and down his spine at the seductive voice she was giving him.

Slowly she pulled down the sheet to reveal her hospital gown bunched up around her waist. Smiling lewdly she spread her naked thighs and Paul could see the pink hair-lined slit of her cunt. "I don't want anyone watching us!"

He went to the door and turned the lock, unsure of why he did it. What if the nurse should try to get in? Maybe it was better she didn't! It wouldn't look good if she saw Sandy lying in that obscene position. Paul turned from the door and choked at the sight of Sandy's completely naked body. She had tossed the gown to the floor and was holding her naked breast up toward him in invitation.

Suddenly she began to grind her hips in a lewd whorish movement, grinning at him with lust-slitted eyes. She writhed in complete abandonment as she whispered, "Come here! I've got a present for you."

"Sandy? Are you sure you know what you're doing?" he asked with compassion breaking his voice. "Are you in some kind of shock?"

"Shock?" she murmured. "No, but I do have a fever . . . and what a fever," she laughed.

"But, you're not like this!"

"I am now, lover," she said almost sadly. "This is what I really am. Paul, don't you love me?"

"Of course I do. What's that got to do with it?" He knew something was wrong and whatever it was, he had to know. "I came all this way to see about you, didn't I?"

"Then why do you make me beg for it," she snapped.

With a gasp the young man stepped back and stammered, "Sandy! Something happened! What is it?"

She heard his condescending tone and knew he was shocked and embarrassed at her open invitation. "You really want to know," she asked, giggling at his blushing face.

"I want to help you, Sandy."

"I'm not the same person you knew back home! Come to bed with me before I burn up," she said holding out her arms.

He moved closer to the bed and stared down at her. Her hands were now openly caressing her wide-split vagina and the lewd giggle that escaped her slightly parted lips made him shiver with the unknown. And then, she reached out and touched his pants covered thigh, slowly sliding her fingers toward his awakening penis. He wanted her badly, but this was now way to have her! He'd waited this long, and he could at least wait until she was out of shock. Paul felt his cock growing into a throbbing hardness inside his pants and he had to fight to keep from falling in bed beside her. His lips twitched with the need to suck her enticing little nipples as he reached with trembling hands and lifted the telephone receiver, "Is this the desk?"

"What.. . no . . . " Sandy hissed, her eyes narrowing with hate. "You can't."

Paul whispered, "Sandy, you're sick. You need help."

"I'm not sick!" she screamed. "Can't you understand, I want you to fuck me!"

Paul was shocked at the lewd language, having never dreamed she could use such a word. He shoved her back on the bed as she lunged for the phone and said into the mouth piece, "Get me the duty nurse."

Paul put the phone down with one hand while he held her struggling body on the bed with the other. He had just managed to get the covers over her naked body when the nurse knocked on the locked door. He hissed at the young blonde to stay there and rushed to the door to let the nurse in. As soon as she saw the weeping blonde girl was distraught, she called a doctor and they gave her another heavy sedative to calm her.

Later in the hallway, the young fianc' was talking to the doctor. "What could possibly have happened to her?" he asked shakily.

"Shock does strange things to people sometimes, and there's no explaining it," he said consolingly, and then added, "She'll sleep all day and you'll only be in the way. Come back later when she's awake. She just needs more time to get over whatever happened."

"But, it's not like Sandy . . . not at all!"

"I believe you! She'll tell you what's bothering her, but it may be a long time. She'll be fine! Trust me, son."

The doctor shook his head as he saw the troubled young man walk down the corridor and out of sight. If he had the courage, he might tell the youth to get in his car and drive as far away as possible from that Miss Miller. He had given Sandy a physical examination when she was admitted to the hospital, and he knew what had happened to her. And he was also pretty sure that it had caused her to go into a state of shock! No, the best thing to do was just keep his mouth shut, and let the young man find out for himself that his girlfriend had been fucked silly . . . by more than one man! And he'd keep still, too, about Miss Miller wanting to have the doctor get in bed with her.

The rest of the day passed quietly with Paul driving around the town and up into the mountains on just a chance he might find the place where Sandy had the accident. He had returned to the motel and was just sitting down to a table to have his evening meal when the phone rang. It was the doctor asking if Sandy was with him.

"NO! Isn't she at the hospital?"

"I'm afraid not. The nurse found her bed empty and I was hoping she had gone to you."

"Oh, God!"

"There's nothing to be afraid of, Mr. Simpson. She can't be very far. . . not walking in her condition."

"Where could she be? Why would she leave the hospital?"

"I don't know, but if you don't know where she is, I'll have to call the police."

And that was how the sheriff was notified of the missing teacher. Judge Wagner received a call from the lawman advising him of the girl's disappearance and he shook his head in confusion. Well, they'd probably never see that girl again. She definitely was running away from something could be her fianc' and she wasn't about to come back to a town where it possibly had happened.

Sandy watched the mountain road unwind in front of her as the pick-up truck gradually climbed higher and higher. Occasionally she would glance over at Marie Jansen who was concentrating on driving. The brunette still looked a little defiant, and there was an undeniable aura of fear around her. Sandy grinned. It hadn't been easy to convince Sam Jansen's wife to come with her. Oh, Marie had wanted sex badly enough, but she didn't want to go to the farm worker's camp.

'Too many people know me there," she had whined.

"So?" The blonde school teacher had been unrelenting, and when Marie had still hesitated, Sandy had said simply, "Well, I guess I'll just have to tell Sam and the judge the whole story."

"You wouldn't," Marie gasped, and then stared into the glazed eyes of the young girl, and realized Sandy would actually do just that. There was something wrong with the teacher; something badly wrong. It was as if she were still on the brittle edge of hysteria and about to crack at any moment. And worst of all, she was still wearing her hospital gown under her raincoat. Still, though, there was nothing the older woman could do about the blackmail. She had to keep the girl quiet . . . no matter what the cost.

Then Marie had gotten her second shock. When she pulled out of her driveway she had seen Judge Monti Wagner's car start up in front of them. "Follow that car," Sandy ordered.

"What? Don't you realize whose car that is?" she had gasped.

"Sure. That's the judge's car, but Stu is driving. Stu wants us to put on another show for his friends . . . like he did the other night." Sandy giggled loudly, "You know . . . eat a little pussy, and do a little fucking . . . "

Marie began shuddering. She didn't like this at all. . . God knows if Stu Wagner and his bunch of juvenile delinquents were involved in this, it could be all over town by tomorrow morning.

Twice Marie slowed down and twice Sandy had repeated her threat of blackmail.

Now, as they topped the forested summit, they saw the clearing and the farm workers camp ahead of them. They pulled into the yard as the sun was sinking behind the mountain range and twilight settling on the campgrounds.

Sandy was shocked at the dirt and general shiftlessness of the place. She looked at Marie, and whispered, "It's terrible!"

"Well, let's go then," Marie said quickly.

Stu had parked behind their truck. Now he walked up to the window on the passenger side of the truck cab and grinned. "It's okay! They're nice people." He smiled at the two women and added, "Stay here until I give you the word. They weren't expecting us."

The boy strolled cockily down to meet the three men who were coming to meet them. They looked hard and cruel as though they could be mean. Stu spoke to them in low tones and then smiled lewdly as the men turned to look at the blonde in the truck.

Finally, Stu motioned her to get out. She slid out of the cab and posed seductively for the crude looking men, feeling an obscene thrill growing inside her belly as they stared at the skimpy hospital gown she was still wearing.

"Well," she asked the teenager as he came back to the truck and stood beside her.

"They're willing to take the chance that you won't talk, but they wanted to see what you looked like."

Sandy nodded as she turned around, pulling the gown aside exposing her naked loins to their gaping eyes. God! Here she was showing off her naked body while three men stared at her. "Great! Just great," she heard one of them saying. "We're going to have us a great party, little lady."

"Come on then, the fun's waiting," Stu smirked, and then stopped as he remembered Marie was still in the truck. Turning toward the older woman, he snickered, "Marie, guess you're going to have to use that big rubber cock you carry around in your purse on yourself tonight. The men say you're too much of a risk. They've heard about Sam and his shotgun."

"But.. . but.. . " Marie looked undecided. She was relieved to be excused from this "party", but she was even more afraid to leave the innocent Sandy at the mercy of these lewdly staring men. God knows what they'd do to her.

"Better go, Marie," the boy said ominously, "especially if you know what's good for you."

"Wha . . what are you going to do to her?"

"Well, now, she wants to be fucked." He shook his head in admiration, "And, man, is she ever going to get fucked."

"Look, Stu . . . if anything happens to her, I.. . I.. . "

"You what, Marie? What are you going to do? Tell your old man that you ate her pussy and broke her cherry with a rubber cock?"

The older woman glanced nervously toward the girl. Sandy was oblivious to the entire conversation. She was too busy displaying her nakedly sensual body to the men . . . too busy running her hands up her thighs and cupping her lushly ripened breasts up in the palm of her hand for all to see.

For a second, the brunette looked as if she were going to protest further, then shuddering, she turned back to the pickup and slammed the door.

"Me and the boys will be paying you a visit real soon, Marie," Stu called out. "We got a little something for you."

Her face white with anger and fear, Sam Jansen's wife wheeled the truck out of the yard and headed toward Medoc.

Sandy watched her go and then put her arm through Stu's. She shivered in anticipation. "I'm glad we're going to have a party," she said.

"So am I, and so are the boys here. They're even furnishing the mountain dew," he added as they started walking toward the three men who had turned back to the ramshackle cabin where they lived.

One of the men, a tough looking bearded giant turned and laughed, staring at the good looking girl who wanted to get fucked. He grinned and said, "You really gonna fuck us all at the same time?"

Sandy nodded and licked her lips in obscene hunger, and the three men laughed again. One said to no one in particular, "That's her bag, I guess!"

Almost immediately, it seemed, another half dozen or so males appeared from nowhere and crowded around the half-dressed Sandy.

Stu shook his head and grinned, "Man . . . this is going to be one helluva party!" It was best he didn't explain to the young blonde girl what was going to happen to her, but what the hell, she had asked for it. Calling him at his house like that, begging him to meet her and Marie Jansen and have another party. He snorted as he thought of her even thinking these men needed her. They had more women than they knew what to do with, and any of their broads some of them hookers, even would do anything they wanted. Except for this one thing! They wouldn't put on a show with a dog! Even if it was the camp's beloved German shepherd, Slade. Stu smiled from the knowledge that this hot little bitch would enjoy it once it got started, and she wouldn't be able to stop if after getting a load of rot-gut whiskey. The young boy felt his erection growing just thinking about her kneeling on her hands and knees, her long blonde hair flailing from side to side, humping back at the big German shepherd as he hammered his long animal cock up into her tight little cunt.

In the shack, they all began drinking from the same jug of mountain dew, passing it to Sandy while she followed it with her eyes. She shivered with anticipation at what the men would do to her. Already her vagina was wetly tingling with a lewd desire as she accepted the jug and drank deeply, choking on the strangling liquid. She wanted to get drunk again tonight, so drunk she didn't give a damn about anything except fucking and being fucked. She looked around her, thinking how exciting she must look. A good looking blonde, and a lady at that, surrounded by these tough crude-looking farm workers and lumberjacks.

Hard rock music boomed from a radio turned on to full volume, and one had to yell in order to be heard. They were all shouting at Sandy as they made a circle around her. She grinned and wiggled her hips as the alcohol began taking effect. A second later, swaying unsteadily, she sat down on an old chaise lounge that was dirty and rumpled, a faded cover spread over it.

The drunk young blonde looked up to see a monstrous dog straining at his leash as he was led into the room, his massive muscles bulging with each step. It was the biggest German shepherd that Sandy had ever seen. He lowered his head and bulled his way forward, stopping in front of the wide-eyed teacher. As the men chortled, he sniffed her feet, then lifted his head up between her naked thighs and stuck his wet nose tight against her hair-covered pussy. He nuzzled against her, burrowing it in the sparsely curling hair, sniffing as though he'd found a rabbit.

"Oh . . . no . . . " Sandy whimpered. She jerked back and tried to push him away as she slithered back on the couch. The two farm workers holding the leash, gradually inched the huge beast back a few steps. It seemed the dog only took orders from the leader who was called Morgan! He was the shaggy bearded man who had talked to Stu earlier. Now he commanded the dog to sit, and then turning to Sandy he told her to take her clothes off and lie down on the sofa.

Sandy did as she was told, willing stripping the loose gown from her body and wantonly dropping it to the floor.

She wanted to show them her beautiful body! Show them how desirable she was! The element of being able to control all these men with her sensual powers drove the young blonde to a powerful level of desire and she fairly throbbed with passion as she looked around the circle at the excited males.

As the men gathered in around her, the dog bared its teeth with a deep growl and began straining at the leash. Despite the fact that the rot-gut whiskey was already taking effect, Sandy was frightened of the huge animal and tried to not look at it. She didn't want him to get near her again.

She turned her alcohol-deadened attention back to her body, thrilling to the excitement that pulsed upward from her warmly pulsating loins as she saw the men staring at her youthfully up-thrust breasts. They really were nice! She proudly displayed them, her nipples pointed hard and begging to be touched.

She saw Stu standing at the back of the circle and with both hands caressing her soft twin mounds, she offered her body to him. God, she wanted to suck him off in front of these strange men.

Her hips writhed wantonly as the faces pushed closer and hands reached out to caress her soft satiny skin. She thought of herself lying down on the lounge under a mountain of hard slender cocks and being fucked in every orifice she had! Her naked body shivered with lewd delight as she pulled her hands away from her breasts and lowered them to the blonde pussy hair at the apex between her thighs.

She slid her fingers across the slightly spread slit of her vagina and with a cool sophisticated look, she grinned in satisfaction at the hot-eyed males staring down at her.

Suddenly, she heard the men laughing conspiratorially as they pulled back into a circle around the couch. She saw that Stu had moved up beside Taurus where he stood smirking with satisfaction. She saw the German shepherd jump toward her nakedly displayed body, and she jerked back in shock, her legs flailing in fear as she tried to move further away.

At the same time, someone seized her legs and arms, pinning her to the worn faded couch, forcing her to lie on her back. Hands were grabbing at her knees, pulling them wide apart, and Sandy shivered and closed her eyes in wanton anticipation of the grand fucking she was going to get from all these men. She would do anything they asked. She wanted to be humiliated, tortured, and fucked to death once and for all time. Her legs were being forced wider, splitting open her thighs and forcing her pussy so wide that the wetly glistening folds of her vaginal lips were gaping in front of the staring circle of eyes. They were bending her knees, forcing her hips up and her naked ass-cheeks high in the air. They had her thighs so wide apart that even her tiny puckering anus could be clearly seen, nestled invitingly down between her fleshy buttocks.

She wiggled her hips and her head tossed back and forth. This was what she loved! Now that she knew what it was all about, one man a night would never be enough for her again.

She felt something hot nudging at her nakedly throbbing cunt, and she let out a gasp of lust as she punched her hips up in rotating little circles. A wet tongue sliced through her moistly heated vagina and it drove her wild with a lewd thrill that seemed to never end. It was such a marvelous tongue she had to see the man . . . or woman it belonged to.

She let out a blood curdling scream but it went unheard, drowned out by the deafening music that was pouring from the speakers. Sandy screamed again and struggled to get away from the monstrous dog crouched between her widespread thighs, its wet muzzle sniffing over her cunt and his long hot tongue endlessly flicking at her sensitive clitoris as it slid back and forth between the throbbing lips of her hair-lined pussy slit. In spite of her terror, wild spasms of ecstasy were rippling through the young school teacher's body as she fought to escape the tantalizing licking of the big dog.

She hadn't thought of an obscene thing like this and she didn't want any part of an animal. She pleaded with the men to take the dog away and let her fuck all of them. But no one heard her, all they could hear was the lewd rhythmic beat of hard rock music that seemed to accentuate the obscene movement of the big dog's tongue as it licked back and forth through the quivering flesh of her wide-split pussy.

Sandy was screaming as she stared down between her nakedly dancing breasts at the animal who was fucking his tongue deep up inside her fevered cunt now. She jerked her hips vainly down under the torturous swirls, and when she couldn't escape it as her own lewd hunger her head fell back and her mouth opened wide. The dog, Slade, was burrowing his long pink tongue deeper into her hotly throbbing cunt than any human could ever do. The farm workers crowding around watched in merciless delight as the young girl's lips pleaded for help for a couple of minutes and then twisted with a sudden thrill as the animal growled and impaled her body on his long darting tongue. There was a momentary pause in her movements, then as suddenly as they had begun, the struggles to escape turned to obscene hip gyrations as the dog crouched lower between her naked thighs, his body tense, his tail wagging excitedly, his long hot tongue snaking in and out of her wetly willing cunt.

While the German shepherd slobbered and licked Sandy's writhing pussy slit, two leering men stepped up to the animal's forepaws and tied rags around them so his toe nails wouldn't cut into her defenseless body.

Sandy now had both arms free, and she cupped her own buttocks thrusting them up, splaying them wider apart for the hungrily slashing tongue as it slid back and forth over her tight little anus and then back up to thrust deep into her wetly churning vagina. God, this was the best yet. But she had to have more or she'd go crazy!

The two men pulled Slade back, and the animal bared his big teeth in a sound of frustration as he fought against the pull of the leash. Abruptly, the men seized the young school teacher again and turned her over on her face. She knew instinctively what lewd perversion they wanted her to do and she knelt on her knees, voluntarily placing her knees as wide apart as they would go. Her face was pressed into the dirty chaise and the firmness of her ripe young breasts crushed into the rough material.

Her ass-cheeks and pussy were thrust defenselessly up into the face of the huge dog who sniffed and nibbled at her tightly puckered anus, causing her eyelids to flutter with obscene lust. She shoved her nakedly trembling buttocks up higher in a lewd eagerness behind her and, reaching down, she spread her cuntal lips even wider, allowing the animal's long rapier-like tongue to lick all over her hair-lined furrow.

They were helping the dog up on her now and she was impatiently reaching between her naked legs, trying to find his hardened animal cock so she could guide it to her hot pulsating pussy.

This was the ultimate for Sandy, the final degradation. She was kneeling subserviently in front of the frenzied beast with a lust-filled crowd of total strangers waiting excitedly for this huge dog-penis to plunge into her tortured vaginal opening. Her drunken mind was past caring about anything except sexual satisfaction now. She wanted this perverted fucking to begin!

Down between her naked thighs, she felt the dog's pulsing scarlet cock, long, hard, and slippery as she circled it with the fingers of her right hand. Slowly she guided it toward her grinding loins as she felt the moistly heated shaft swelling in her hand.

"Oh God! Ooohrmhhhrihhhh," she moaned as the sharp tip snapped forward and tried to penetrate her tightly puckered rectum. She held her breath a moment, wanting to be impaled on the obscene animal penis. So shamelessly aroused was she that the girl was tempted to ignore the pain and let him tear her rectal opening apart with his monstrous rod of flesh. But she wanted it inside her hungrily throbbing vagina first. . . before she went crazy with lust. She reached back again and pressed the tip of the dog's long hard cock down into her hotly quivering cunt, the liquid moistness of her vaginal passage enclosing it inside her tight little hole.

The dog's paws were locked around her naked hips, his hairy loins jammed hard up into the open crevice of her buttocks, and he began to fuck in animal abandon, hard and fast into her lewdly writhing loins. Inch after inch of hard animal cock was hammered up into her belly. The lust-tortured girl felt herself getting the fucking of her life, and knew that this wonderful dog wouldn't stop until he had filled her tightly clasping cunt with his hot wild sperm. She, too, would cum . . . and cum like she had never done before.

She fought for sanity as the overpowering sensations filled her nakedly lurching body, shoving back against the German shepherd's wildly fucking cock, but her alcohol-drugged mind would not clear. And then, suddenly she felt the monstrous animal spewing his hot thick cum deep up inside her tightly milking pussy. The dog's nostrils flared, he whined, and humped forward inside her as far as he could go. The force of the powerful explosion of animal sperm slammed against the walls of her womb and filled her until there was no more room left.

"Oh shit! Oh damn! Fuck it! Fuck it," she panted mindlessly beneath the huge dog, feeling the fiery jets of his semen flowing down her legs as he continued to spew forth his animal cum.

At the same time, she felt the tightly clasping muscles of her vagina twitch and spasm, the walls of her throbbing pussy opened wide and gushed forth her own orgasm in warm buttery liquid all around the jerking dog cock.

"Ooohhhhhhhhh Goddddddd!" her mind was a wanton cauldron of lust as she locked her vaginal muscles tighter around the hardness, sucking it dry and clean.

And after that it was finished. As she felt the limp deflated cock slip from her flooded cunt, she moaned in protest and collapsed down onto the lounge.

"Goddamn, did you see that bitch fucking like an animal?" she heard a lust-contorted voice whisper. "She took every inch of that dog cock!"

"Man, I'm getting me some of that pussy, too!"

Sandy smiled a lazy smile and rolled over on her back. Her knees lifted automatically and her thighs fell obscenely apart, offering herself to the male behind the voice.

"Do it to me," she said drunkenly. "Fuck me like a dog!"

She felt the male body over her, his thick hardened penis impaling her naked young cunt, the animal semen squirting out around it. Her hips heaved up to meet the man's plunging shaft and she groaned uncaringly. Her moan of delight sounded too loud! The music had stopped! What was wrong?

She turned her head and everyone was staring open-mouthed at the entrance to the shack. No one moved as Judge Wagner stepped into the room with a shotgun. No one in his right mind would even have breathed with the look that contorted the judge's face as he threateningly waved the weapon at the group of shocked people. Stu's mouth was open and his eyes rolled back in his head as his alcohol sodden mind recognized his father and knew he was gonna get the hell beat out of him before the night was over.

Then Sandy was giggling hysterically, sobbing and hiccupping drunkenly at the same time. "Your honor," she slurred, "you'll never believe this . . . but when I came to . . . your lovely town . . . a week ago, I was a . . . virgin . . . "

She was still weeping hysterically an hour later when the hospital doctor pumped her full of sedatives and waited until she went to sleep . . .