Chapter 07 - Ladies Day Out
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Mike returned from his regular Saturday afternoon of golf to find Denise lying
face down on the couch asleep. Mike was tired also. Knowing that Denise would be
out with Fran all day, he had played thirty-six holes. After the final round, he
had shared a few beers with the boys in the clubhouse. It was almost 8:00PM.
Denise was lying there naked with an Afghan covering the lower part of her body.
Mike thought she looked a mess, tired, exhausted and even dirty. There were
smudges on her back and face. Her hair, normally clean and shiny looked greasy
and matted down. She acknowledged his entering the room by sitting up a little
higher on the couch arm.
"You look a wreck, shower broken," asked Mike.
"No, just too tired and disgusted with myself to clean up. Plus I thought it
would be instructive for you to see what I look like after spending the day with
Fran. I smell like unwashed bodies, my face spent some time buried in armpits
and assholes today, ones that hadn't seen a shower in days."
"She really put you through your paces, huh?" asked Mike.
"Yes, and every pace was a filthy step in sexual depravity. That woman has got
me to the point that I don't even feel human anymore. I'm just a piece of fuck
meat for her to do with as her perverted mind sees fit. I am not sure there are
nasty enough words to describe my self image at this point," said Denise
"I want to hear what happened. Get you a beer?" asked Mike.
"Yes, there's some Rolling Rock on the second shelf. I'd like one of those,"
said Denise in a sad weak voice.
Mike returned from the kitchen with two bottles and glasses. He sat a bottle
and glass down on the table in front of the couch. Denise grabbed the bottle and
drank without using a glass.
"You're picking up bad habits, drinking out of the bottle, you spent the first
year of our marriage training me to always use a glass, now you swig from the
bottle like a ..." said Mike
"Like a street whore or a trailer trash girl with an itchy twat that always
needs a big dick scratching it," said Denise finishing Mike's sentence
"Your language has certainly got more colorful since you and Fran began
hanging out together," said Mike a little shocked at Denise's language.
"Like they say, you lie down with dogs, you get fleas," said Denise.
"Cut the melodrama, what happened?"
"Can't wait to hear what dreadful things happened to me so you can get your
cock hard then go next door and fuck her. She may beg off tonight with a sore
pussy. Your friend, Fran, and I went in for quantity today not quality and after
a certain number of dicks, it gets sore down there. If Fran's not available, why
don't you and Morty go queer? I think he likes to put his tongue in your ass."
"If Fran's not available, I'll just come back here and screw you in the ass.
Maybe I'll watch the cassette we made last week of Morty butt fucking you while
I rip open your ass hole. When I'm done, I'll make you lick your shit off my
cock. Or maybe, we'll invite your friend Tracy over for a group grope. In one of
the videos, she and Larry discuss getting you in a three way."
"Been there, done that, doesn't scare me anymore, right now, my ass is full of
cum, from a lot of sources, not all of them human and for that matter, I've
licked enough shit off cocks today to make a meal," said Denise.
"So enough of this bullshit, tell me what happened," said Mike getting turned
on at the prospect of listening to what Fran had forced Denise to do.
"Fran and I left right after you headed to the golf course. It must have been
about 9:00 in the morning. You should have seen what she had for me to wear.
Black leather motorcycle chaps with a black leather thong underneath. Basically,
my naked ass was showing all the way up Interstate 93. We rode up to New
Hampshire to a small town called Lincoln in the White Mountains where there is a
lake and a camping area owned and operated by the New England Pagans, a
motorcycle gang. Fran told me that the Pagans are the sole distributors of
controlled substances for both New England and the Canadian Maritime provinces.
She also said they were perfectly willing to and frequently do kill in order to
maintain their sole rights of distribution. They're also into prostitution,
pornography of the more bizarre type, and murder for hire but drugs are the
biggie."
"Keep going, sounds like you had an interesting day," said Mike.
"Every year on the first weekend in July, all the branches of the Pagans
gather at their camp for frivolity, rape, and general mayhem. They also discuss
ways and means to improve their drug business. For entertainment, they have a
number of contests and guess what, surprise, Fran Feinstein, is an honorary
Pagan and the only person ever to have won two years in a row, their Gang Bang
contest. Fran is now the only three-time winner. However, she announced her
retirement from the contest, 'getting to old for this shit' was the way she
expressed it on the ride back. "
"So after you left, I went over there to find Fran dressed in leather. She
hands me a helmet and a leather jacket, puts me on the back of a Harley and we
headed north."
"I didn't even know Fran had a motorcycle," said Mike.
"Yes, it was covered by a tarpaulin in her garage. I don't know much about
motorcycles but this one was a huge Harley Davidson. I was terrified I would
fall off so I hung on for dear life while Fran raced up I-93. Once or twice I
looked at the speedometer and we were traveling at ninety, sometimes over a
hundred miles per hour. Several truckers liked my ass enough to try to keep up."
"After about a ninety minute ride, we exited the expressway, drove through
this small town on a secondary road for maybe ten minutes, then turn off onto a
side road, drove for a couple of miles and reached the camp of the Pagans. It
was bedlam there, drunken men and women ridding around naked on motorcycles with
bottles of beer or Jack Daniels in their hands. There had already been some
accidents and an ambulance was leaving just as we pulled up. There were hundreds
of Pagans there."
"So why did Fran and you go?" asked Mike.
"She explained that on the way up. The helmets had a headset. There is a
contest between last year's winner and a challenger selected by some process
unknown to me but I can well imagine how. The object is to make twenty-five men
cum in the shortest amount of time. Fran and I were to be the defending
championship team. My role in the contest was to be her 'fluffer'. Do you know
what a fluffer is?"
"Actually I do, when you're making a porn film, she's a girl who works off
camera giving blowjobs to the male actors to keep them hard so they have an
erection when the cameras are rolling. Time is money when you're making porn,"
responded Mike unable to recall where he had picked up that interesting piece of
information.
"Well, I guess that was close to what I did. Fran was going to fuck these
twenty-five guys who were required to come in her ass or pussy. My job was to
get them almost ready to cum then they would mount Fran and dump their load in
her. If I made them cum or someone didn't or couldn't cum, then they tacked
penalty minutes on our score."
"Interesting contest," said Mike as he took a drink of his beer.
"Anyway we arrive at this log building and go in. Everyone seems to know Fran.
They were kissing her and feeling her tits and ass. This really scary guy with
tattoos on every available inch of his body and built like a mountain comes up
to me and asks, "You ready to suck some dick honey?" I was too scared to say
anything other than 'yes'. So he pushes me down to my knees in front of him. He
didn't move so I guess that meant I had to do all the work. I unzipped his
pants, reached in and pulled out his cock that was enormous just like the rest
of him. I don't think the bastard had bathed in a month. The smell made me want
to puke but I started to lick it and suck it. Fran finally noticed what was
happening and said something.
"That's my fluffer, Big Sam, I don't need you to tire her mouth out before the
contest," said Fran.
"How about I just fuck her then?" asked Big Sam.
"Sure, but make it quick, Ernie wants to get started,"
"Get naked, honey, I'm going to give you the ride of your life," said Big Sam
"I was to stay naked for the rest of the day. Big Sam was the most frightening
human being I've ever seen. He was built like an NFL lineman, well over six feet
tall and all muscle. His head was shaved and his body covered with tattoos. He
had studs in his ears, tongue, and nose and there was a big stud in the tip of
his cock that caused me so much pain I thought I would pass out. Later Fran told
me he was the Pagan's Enforcer. That means if someone is causing the Pagans a
problem, Big Sam shows up and beats them to death. They don't like to use guns.
They feel it's more macho and more effective as a threat to know that Big Sam
will slowly break all your bones."
"As soon as he told me to get naked, I got out of my clothes. He put me on all
fours, spit on the end of his dick and started to work that monster in me. He
talked to me while he fucked me. I was in so much pain from the metal stud
rubbing my vagina I had trouble answering him. There were Pagans all around me
watching me get fucked. I have to admit that I liked being watched. Fran said I
was a born exhibitionist. "
"What did he talk about?" asked Mike.
"He asked me if I was married and I said yes. He told me he preferred fucking
other men's wives. He asked me if you knew I was a whore and I said yes. I told
him you had found a videotape of me fucking an old boyfriend. He told me he
liked to go first because he knew that his stud hurt more when a pussy is fucked
for the first time. Big Sam pounded away at me and to be truthful I fucked him
back. I'm not sure whether it was lust or fear, maybe a little of both. He
climaxed inside me then made me clean his cock with my mouth."
"So you got off from being fucked by this animal while everyone watched," said
Mike
"Once I got started I did. You have no idea how afraid I was just being in the
presence of those people. Do you know what it was like for me to be there in a
crowd of strangers down on all fours with that animal slamming his cock in me
while everyone watched Big Sam get a piece. Well right then, I understood that
my life had been redefined by Fran Feinstein. I was no longer a registered nurse
with mission for taking care of the sick. Now I was a piece of meat to be used
by these half human savages."
"You're getting melodramatic again. So some bikers watched you get fucked. We
all know that you're a whore and a slut so it's not a big deal. What happened
next?" asked Mike?
Fran told me the contest was about to start and for me not to bother getting
dressed. After a while, you get used to being naked even if there are hundreds
of strangers around. We left the headquarters cabin and walked over to an
outdoor theatre. We climbed up on the stage where there were two single beds."
"Were there many people in the audience?" asked Mike
"Hundreds, someone had carved an amphitheatre in the side of a hill. The lake
was behind us. On stage there were two other women. One was almost as tall as
Fran and the other was a young skinny blonde girl. As soon as we arrived the
three of them took their clothes off. Fran's opponent was built like Fran with
powerful shoulders, big tits, and muscular legs. She was a little smaller
though. Unlike Fran, she was also covered with tattoos including several on her
face. Her 'fluffer' looked like a kid who couldn't be more than sixteen. The kid
looked even more scared than me."
"Ernie was the announcer. When he introduced Fran, she marched to the front of
the stage and hoisted her tits up for the audience. They applauded like crazy.
Then the introduced me and I had to stand there naked beside Fran in front of
all those people. Fran told me to wave and I did. Ernie introduced the other
team and then explained he rules."
"Twenty five men have been chosen at random to gang bang each contestant. The
contestant that gets all twenty-five off in the least amount of time wins. If a
man doesn't cum or cums in the fluffer, five penalty minutes are added to the
time. As each man finishes, he dismounts and rings the bell to signify he's
popped his cork."
"There were steps leading up to the stage at each corner. There were
twenty-five men on our side, every one of them looked like a criminal and
probably was. The first three or four had their cocks out and were playing with
them. Fran gave me final instructions.
"I told you everything you need to do on the way up. I should have mentioned
that if we lose, the winners get to do some very nasty painful stuff to both of
us right here on this stage. I should also mention that I will personally make
your life a living hell and you will rue the day we didn't win this, suck hard,
suck well," said Fran.
"From the looks of you, I'd say you lost," said Mike.
"No, we won big time. When our number twenty-five rang the bell, they were
still on eighteen. I sucked twenty-five cocks and got them hard as rocks. I just
wished some of them bathed more often. A few of them wanted to fuck me and I let
then do that. Fran did the rest. She would let a guy mount her then wrap her
legs around him and lock her ankles. Then she pump fucked him like mad while she
milked his dick with her cunt muscles. A couple of times, you've told me what an
incredible fuck Fran is. I can see that's true now. Last week, Fran demonstrated
to me the exercises she does to build muscles inside her vagina walls. She made
me feel them with my fingers. I think the woman could crack a walnut in her
vagina. Fran is so large and strong some of the smaller men looked like rag
dolls when she was fucking them. One little Pagan almost couldn't stand up and
ring the bell he was so pussy whipped. Fran would screw them, then shove then
off on the stage floor and yell next. I was on my knees the entire time sucking
one guy and giving another a hand job. Watching Fran fuck competitively was awe
inspiring in a hideous perverted way."
"So you did well," asked Mike.
"Fran was pleased. She said her hunch about me was right, whatever the hell
that meant. My jaw got very tired toward the end and my tongue felt like
sandpaper. Some of them held my head and forced it down my throat so it's a
little raw."
"What happened next?" asked Mike?
Well Fran accepted the $5,000 prize; She gave me a $1,000 for my part. There
are ten one hundred dollar bills on the dining room table. Fran walked up to the
front of the stage and took the microphone from Ernie. She announced her
retirement from the competition then reached between her legs came out with a
handful of sperm and flung it into the audience. The place went nuts with bikers
clapping and stomping their approval. After that it got ugly."
"Ernie handed both Fran and I a leather harness. It was made to hold a strap
on dildo. After the harness was buckled so tight I could barely breathe, Ernie
goes over to a chest and pulls out the two most vicious rubber cocks I've ever
seen. Both were as long as my arm and covered with hard rubber spikes. There
were spikes angled in both directions so you were going to tear flesh going in
and coming out. And the spikes went along the entire length. The head was wider
than the stem and the whole thing curved like a banana."
"The losing contestant, her name was Virginia, took one look at the dildo and
bolted off stage. Unfortunately for her, she ran right into the arms of Big Sam.
He picked her up and slowly carried her back up on the stage. She was screaming
bloody murder how that thing would ruin her and she wouldn't be able to fuck any
more."
"I'm surprised they get anybody to enter if loosing is that awful. What was
her fluffer doing?" asked Mike.
"Cindy was cowering on the stage floor, too scared to move, I don't know why
anyone would enter. The other woman was a Pagan's girlfriend. I guess she didn't
think it would be so bad. Maybe she needed the $5,000. Even Fran seemed
impressed with the dildo. Later she told me she was very glad we won and that
she had retired a winner. She asked Ernie where he got the dildos and it turns
out that the Pagans own a rubber-molding factory in Irvine, California. They
called this model 'The Pussy Terror' and they're thinking about marketing the
thing as a fetish item in their chain of adult stores."
"Big Sam takes Virginia, that's the loser's name, to center stage and holds
her straight up and off the ground by her hair. The fact that she had run off
rather than face that dildo embarrassed the Pagans since she was one of them.
Virginia was a big girl. It had to take incredible strength to hold her with one
arm. Virginia's trying to reach up and hold Sam's arm to keep him from tearing
her hair out by the roots. Sam uses his free hand to deliver an open palm slap
to one side of her face and then a backhand to the other side. I saw little
white objects come flying out of her mouth and bounce toward me on the stage
floor. I looked down to see three bloody jaw teeth lying at my feet. I felt
nauseated."
"Wow, he knocked her teeth out," said Mike.
"At least three, but I think there were more, God knows how many were hanging
in there loose. Sam drops her in a heap. Virginia is lying there with a mouthful
of blood. Ernie signals for Fran and I to get busy with the dildos. I'm supposed
to start with the Fluffer but my God, she's just a skinny kid and she's crying
her heart out begging me not to hurt her. I kind of hesitate for a moment so
Fran whispers in my hear, 'you better show some enthusiasm or they'll make you
swap places with her and that thing will be ripping your cunt wide open."
"Fran is quite a show person. She has terrific stage presence and really knows
how to work an audience. She walks up to Virginia and makes her kiss and suck
the head of the dildo. It was covered in blood when Virginia was done. Newly
vacated tooth sockets bleed like crazy for a while. Fran and I position Virginia
and Cindy down on all fours facing the audience.
Little Cindy doesn't want to cooperate so I slapped her face until she agreed
to assume the position. Her little butt was pointing straight up. She'd been
fucked a few times already so her vagina was open and oozing sperm. Even her
asshole had sperm tricking out.
Fran wanted me to synchronize with her so we worked the tip of the dildo into
their openings. Just that little bit of penetration hurt a lot and both of the
women started whining. I grab Cindy's hips just like Fran has Virginia's. I
listen as Fran yells for the audience to count with her. Five hundred Pagans
shout one; two, three and I slammed that rubber dick right into Cindy's
sixteen-year-old cunt with all the force this body could muster. I found the
strength to drive it to the point that her little butt slapped hard into my
pussy. The damn dildo was ling enough to reach all the way past her cervix and
uterus right into her womb. God did she scream when I hit bottom. I was glad, as
hell it wasn't me on the receiving end. I'd probably still be screaming."
"Later, I found out that Virginia was Cindy's mother. Can you imagine
subjecting your own daughter to that kind of treatment? Both women let out a
scream that sounded like it was wrenched from the depth of their being. I felt
those rubber spikes tearing the flesh of their vaginas. As I pulled out of
Cindy, some of the spikes had little pieces of flesh attached. I looked down to
see blood oozing out of Cindy's pussy down her thighs.
Ernie called out we were to give them each twenty stokes while the audience
counted. We did it slow to make the pain last. There was not a single stroke
where Cindy and Virginia did not scream their lungs out. Then we switched and I
did Virginia and Fran did Cindy for another twenty. Fran held that little girl
and pounded it home with a vengeance. There was blood flowing everywhere when we
finished. I can't imagine what would have happened if Fran and I had lost. I
would probably be in some ER having my pussy sewed back together."
"However, I did see Virginia walking around the camp drinking a beer right
before I left. I asked her how Cindy was and she said she was in her tent
resting but not to worry, kids are tough, some mothers are unbelievable."
"So you were done?" asked Mike.
"We would have been but some idiot in the front row started shouting 'Make her
eat shit, Fran, she tried to run,' and they all took it up. So Ernie turned the
two women over on their back, said something to them. I guess compared to the
dildo fucking, eating somebody's crap was child's play. I squatted over Cindy
and grabbed my butt cheeks and pulled them apart to expose my anus. Cindy licked
my ass for a minute then held her mouth wide open. I managed to squeeze a large
light brown turd. As soon as an inch of shit had exited my asshole, I felt Cindy
wrap her lips around it and bit off the very end. She chewed and swallowed as it
slowly emerged. It's a weird feeling to have somebody's lips wrapped around one
of your turds sucking it into their mouth as you slowly push it out. You sense
their chewing and swallowing through the nerve endings in your butt. I got the
impression that mine was not the first turd Cindy had swallowed."
"After that, we left the stage. Fran took me to an area where there were a
number of picnic tables. I drank a beer and ate a tuna sandwich with her. Then
she told me she had some business she needed to discuss with the Pagans and she
wanted me to pull a train while she was busy. She told me that for pure, nasty
sex, there was nothing quite like lying there and letting the Pagans fuck you.
She had me get up on the picnic table and lay on my back. She yelled for a bunch
of the bikers to come over and have some fun with me."
"For the next few hours, I was fucked in every hole until I felt like they
were rubbing my skin off. Pagans fuck mean and they like to hurt you when
they're inside your body. You want to make a Pagan hard just start crying and
begging them to stop. The truth of the matter is that I enjoyed pulling that
train. There was something about lying there surrounded by Bikers with their
cocks out. They're waiting their turn with you. And you know that no one is
going to stop them. You don't know which of your three holes they're going to
use. You wind up full of semen. Your mouth tastes like cum and your belly is
full of it. You can feel it running out your asshole. Your twat's like a bucket
of cum and girl lube. It squishes when you walk. Your breasts and clit are sore
as hell from being pulled, yanked, punched, and twisted. God, it's a kind of
heaven for a whore like me. "
"What kind of business would Fran have with the Pagans?" asked Mike.
"I don't know and don't want to know. Maybe since she works for the telephone
company she listens in on all the DEA's calls for them."
"So how many times did you get fucked on top of that picnic table?" Mike
asked.
"No idea, they just kept getting on and off me for a couple of hours, somebody
videotaped part of it. I did a lot of anal. My ass is full of sperm. Want to be
like Morty and stick your tongue in there for a snack?"
"Wish I could have been there," said Mike.
"Me too because if you were not a Pagan or on a pre-approved list, they don't
exactly make you welcome. Around mid afternoon I heard a commotion. It turns out
that some tourist from Minnesota decided that he might find a great camping spot
if he turned off the side road leading to the Pagan camp. He had his wife, son
and three daughters with him. He rolled his Winnebago RV right up to the
headquarters cabin and the whole family walked in to get directions, just like
the Pagan Motorcycle Club was the New Hampshire Tourist Bureau"
"My God, what happened?" asked Mike.
"It got ugly, real ugly. The Pagans marched them right over to the
amphitheatre and partied with them. First they stripped the six of them naked
right out on stage while everyone watched. The boy and two of the girls looked
to be in their teens. The youngest daughter was pre-teen. When everyone heard
what had happened, they all rushed over to the theatre. I tagged along to see
what was happening. I was practically fucked to death anyway."
"First, they brought Dad out and told him he was going to suck some cock and
get fucked in the ass. He told them no way and he was going to call the police
and have them all arrested. The audience was laughing hysterically. Can you
imagine being that dumb? Anyway, they tied him face down over this padded wooden
bench. They spread his legs s wide and they can get him. When he refuses to take
a cock in his mouth, they grab his balls and twist them 360 degrees. After that,
Dad is more than ready to cooperate. Ernie held a microphone to his mouth as he
noisily gave blowjobs to three Pagans."
"I guess Dad got his courage back because all of a sudden one of the Pagans
being sucked off jumps back yelling that Dad bit his dick. In an instant, three
Pagans hold Daddy down while two others went to work inside his mouth with
pliers. They would yank a tooth out then throw it out into the audience where
catching one became a competitive sport. Two drunken Pagans almost got into a
knife fight over one of those bloody little souvenirs. In about five minutes,
the Pagans had undone years of careful dentistry not to forget the thousands it
cost. Until that moment, Dad's family at the back of the stage had been making a
lot of noise, crying and demanding to be let go. After the Pagans extracted all
of Dad's teeth, they got very quiet."
"As you said, Pagans don't like strangers," Mike said.
"I don't think they like anybody that's not a Pagan. After that, Dad uses his
bloody mouth to suck Pagan cock with a certain amount of enthusiasm. Half a
dozen Pagans screwed him in his ass. Dad made little yipping sounds as they ass
fucked him. The Pagans loved that. After multiple ass fucking, a muscular guy
comes up on stage with a large can of shortening. He would reach into the can,
take a handful and work it up Dad's rectum. Each time he went further up Dad's
GI tract until his arm was inside to the elbow. The Pagan established a regular
rhythm pulling all the way back to his wrist then slamming forward to his elbow.
You could see a big bulge in Dad's abdomen every time that fist traveled up his
lower intestines. One time, he went in past his forearm as Dad screamed his
bloody head off. They were through with Dad after that. Someone threw a rope
over a cross bream at the back of the stage and tied Dad's arms over his head
then hauled him up to where his feet weren't touching the floor. They tied a
cord around his balls and attached a cinder bock to the other end and let it
drop. His balls stretched to where they looked like they were eventually going
to rip off."
"Ouch," said Mike.
"Then they brought Mother and Son to stage front and offered her the option of
fucking her son or seeing him wind up like Daddy. In spite of her fear, Mother
knelt down and started sucking the boy's cock. She got him hard and he climbed
on and managed to get it in her and fucked away till he released a load. After
that they took the boy off stage and I saw some burly biker leading him away.
Fran leaned over to me and said that the boy's asshole would be able to handle a
baseball bat by nightfall."
"After that, Mother had to take three cocks at a time. They physically abused
her with pliers while they raped her. A Pagan would be on Mom fucking away when
the other would grab her nipples with the pliers and try to lift the both of
them off the ground. I thought one of the three was going to rip her nipples
off. Ernie came and said something to Fran and she left with him to go up on
stage. I heard someone say 'Oh Fran's there, we're going have a smother fuck.'
After the three finished in Mom, Fran and this Pagan with a huge cock walked out
on stage. Fran positioned her pussy above Mom while the Pagan worked his
oversized organ in her. The Pagan started pounding away and Fran slowly lowered
herself over Mom's nose and mouth. In moments, Mom started squirming and trying
to get some air. But of course, Fran wasn't going to allow that until she was
ready. When Mom seemed to give up, Fran relented and she got a little air. All
the while, 'big cock' is hammering away. Fran keeps repeating the smother then
relax process until by some signal, she sense 'big cock' is ready to shoot and
she smothers Mom into unconsciousness. The audience loved it."
"Fran's done that to you," said Mike.
"Yes, while you or Morty were fucking me. To be honest I started to get turned
on wishing it were my face under Fran's cunt. I moved closer to a Pagan that was
stroking his cock and took it in my mouth. After I sucked him for a while, he
put me on his lap and slowly fucked me as we watched the show."
"What happened next?" asked Mike?
"They carried Mom off stage and tied her on her back to one of the picnic
tables. A group of Pagans surrounded the table and went to work rapping Mom. You
could hear her crying and begging them to leave her alone. They were still
raping her when Fran and I left but she was just lying there. They may have
rapped her to death."
"And you were ridding this Pagan's cock while you watched them rape and
torture that family," said Mike.
"Yes, you got what you wanted. I'm totally depraved now. I like to be fucked
while other people are in pain. Their screams get me off."
"Good, that's the way I want you," said Mike.
"After that they brought the oldest girl out and raped her. She screamed at
everything they did to her. That was stupid in a way because screaming gets them
excited. After the rape on stage, she was taken over to a picnic table beside
her mother and several males left the amphitheatre to continue the rape. The
second oldest was lead on stage to suffer the same fate as her older sister.
There was some blood when this hairy Pagan wearing a only a Nazi soldiers helmet
and boots rammed it in her without a moment of mercy. She must have been a
virgin. I can't imagine what goes through your mind when you are, say fifteen
and some scarred, ugly, dirty biker is fucking your pussy and chewing your
nipples and you look past him and see ten or fifteen more lined up to do the
same. The audience had dwindled a bit since Mom and the two daughters were on
picnic tables and there was a line at each table with a dozen or more men in
it."
"When the youngest was spread out for rape, a tall skinny man appeared on
stage and the crowd started chanting 'Horse'. He looked like an NBA basketball
player. When he dropped his jeans, I understood why they were chanting. It as by
far the largest and longest cock I had ever seen on a human being. It looked
too large to be real, like one of those fake cocks. The thing hung to his knees
and it wasn't even hard. 'Horse' stroked it hard and positioned it in the girl's
opening then started to shove forward. When only a tiny bit of it was inside
her, he stopped."
"It was cherry popping time," said Mike rubbing his cock.
"The Pagan next to me was playing with my tits as we watched. He whispered in
my ear, 'Remember when your cherry got popped'. Somehow that brought me back to
that night at Larry Tompkins house when we were making out on the couch while
his parents had gone to see a movie. I'd taken my sweater and bra off and Larry
was sucking my nipples and I was hot as a firecracker. All of a sudden, Larry
had his hand between my legs feeling my pussy and I just lost it. I spread my
legs wider so Larry could slip a finger inside the elastic and feel how hot and
wet my cunt was. Before I could say No, not sure I would have, Larry pulled my
pants down and off and bam he was inside as far as it would go. Larry Tompkins
did me when we were sophomores in high school."
"I love it when you talk about your fucking other men," said Mike slowly
stroking his cock to hardness.
"Back to the Pagans, The crowd was really into watching Horse fuck the young
girl. She knew what was coming. She'd watched her mother and two older sisters
being gang rapped. If she looked toward the picnic area, she could see what was
going to happen to her next. Horse got a good grip on the girl's hips and
violently jerked her onto his giant cock forcing it to slide in another six
inches. Ernie was holding the microphone to the girl's mouth so the audience
could hear her screams. The girl was out of her mind with pain. The Pagan beside
me in the audience stood up, pulled his pants down, sat down again then slides
me onto his lap and entered me without even looking at me. I was just the
nearest piece of ass and he needed some. I rode up and down on his cock playing
with my clit as I watched the little girl being raped. She was clinching and
unclenching her fists and screaming for Horse to stop and take his thing out of
her. Finally, 'Horse' was all the way inside her. I was surprised it was not
coming out her mouth."
"At that point, I knew Fran had pushed me over the edge of human decency. She
had burned away every ounce of my moral fiber. I was enjoying a fuck while a few
yards away a freak was raping a twelve-year-old girl. At this point, I'm no
better than them or Fran or anyone. After the guy came in me, he passed me down
the line to the next Pagan and I fucked him. I climaxed more than once as I
watched that child being raped. When you're with those evil bastards you get
caught up in the pure insanity of it and even become a part of it but now
afterwards I feel so ashamed."
"Quit moralizing. I don't like it. I want you to do whatever Fran says and
quit all this phony moralizing, go on with the story," said Mike
"The twelve year old wound up on a picnic table like her mother and sisters,
Fran came and got me and said we were going for a walk. We hiked along the
lakefront for a while then we followed a path away from the lake. I sensed I was
being taken somewhere for a reason. We came to a clearing and there was a small
building and a number of dog runs. Most of the dogs were Dalmatians and they
started barking as soon as we appeared. A Pagan came out to see what was causing
the commotion. He recognized Fran immediately.
"Hello Fran, you come to see Beau?"
"Sure have, Ron, and I brought a friend, her name is Denise, she wants to be
hooked up with one of your best fuckers," said Fran indicating me.
"I said hello to Ron still unsure what this was all about. Keep in mind I was
naked with dried cum all down my legs. Ron showed us to entrance to the dog
runs. Fran went into one of the runs and was wildly greeted by a leaping
Dalmatian I assumed was Beau. Ron held open the door of another dog run or me to
enter. Ron informed me as I entered the run, 'His name is Rex, that means 'king'
in Latin.' I have no idea why Ron thought it was important I knew that."
"I looked over to see that Fran was shedding her clothes. I still didn't
understand until Fran looked at me and spoke."
"Can you imagine anything dirtier or nastier than fucking a dog. Could there
possibly be anything more degrading than sex with a lower species?" said Fran.
"Is that what we're going to do? Have sex with these dogs?" I asked. In spite
of the fact that was pretty obvious, it took a while to get it. I suppose there
is something to the sayig that your getting your brains fucked out.
"Yes, It's a question of limits. I want you to understand that when it comes
to sexual activity, there are none where Fran Feinstein is concerned. Ron, I
want a video of Denise and Rex, get your camera out," said Fran.
"Wow, both you and Fran were going to fuck dogs. I wish I had been there,"
said Mike.
"Ask Fran for the cassette if watching your wife suck a Dalmatian's cock turns
you on. Anyway, Fran told me to come over to the chain link fence separating the
two runs and we kissed through one of the square openings. We were trading
tongue kisses as the two dogs started licking our bottoms. Fran was starting to
get turned on."
"Why can't men have long soft wet tongues liker you Beau?" Fran cooed to the
big dog with a busy tongue.
"She kept tongue kissing me as Rex went to work between my legs. Rex did have
a talented tongue. Later, I asked Fran why the Pagans had a kennel of dogs
trained for sex with human females and she told me that the Pagans were also
involved in producing some fringe pornography involving bestiality and other
weird fetishes. Apparently there is a lot of money in making those kinds of
porn. After we kissed a while, Fran gestured for Ron to direct me while she and
Beau went at it. Ron had me get down on all fours and take Rex's cock that was
now well out of its sheath and suck it. It was wet and slimy but probably
cleaner than most of the Pagan cocks that had been in my mouth that day. Ron had
the camera out and took close up shots of me sucking Rex's cock deep into my
mouth. Rex had a big cock, long and pointed. Soon it was completely out of the
sheath. Ron told me to gently play with Rex's balls as I sucked him. Ron lead
Rex to the other side of me where Rex mounted me and with Ron's aid slid his
cock right inside my well-lubricated cunt. Rex got serious and began to pump me
furiously. I looked over to see that Beau had mounted Fran and was working her
cunt. Fran looked over at me and said 'Kind of different, isn't it?"
"Ron, get Denise another dog," said Fran
"Ron left Rex and me fucking away to go to another run and bring back another
dog. Ron directed me to suck Mercury while being fucked by Rex and I did. The
dogs certainly minded Ron. I heard Fran say something else.
"Make sure he ties with her," said Fran.
"I felt Ron reposition Rex's cock inside me and I felt something swelling up
inside my vaginal opening. Rex was really hitting his stride and I felt a warm
fluid flood into my vagina. My mouth was wrapped around Mercury's cock and I
felt Rex try to get off me but his cock was stuck inside me. I guess we all know
that dogs have a knot that keeps their cock inside the female for procreation
purposes. We've all see copulating dogs hung up together; but I had no idea that
a dog and a woman could also get knotted together."
" 'Calm down' I heard Ron say to Rex who was tugging hard to get his cock out
of me. He was practically dragging me around. Ron grabbed Rex by the collar to
keep him from dragging me all over the dog run. He had Rex's collar in one hand
and was working the video camera with the other. I was working on Mercury's dick
when I felt my mouth filled up with dog cum."
"How does it taste?" asked Mike
"Similar but different. It's thinner, closer to water but still has a strong
salt like taste."
"Did you swallow it?" asked Mike
"Ron told me to and I did. I wasn't about to disobey a Pagan. Beau had
climaxed in Fran so she was done. She and I kissed through the chain link. She
wanted to taste the dog cum in my mouth."
"My cock feels like it's going to explode. I'll asked Fran to see the video,"
said Mike.
"You do that. After we got out of the dog runs, we went to Ron's cabin for a
three way. Fran and I took turns fucking him. It was Fran's way of paying him
back for allowing us to screw the dogs. Afterwards we walked back to the main
area. There were still lines in front of the four picnic tables where the Mother
and three daughters was being gang raped. Fran and I stopped to watch the second
oldest daughter being assaulted in all three holes at once. The girl seems
totally out of it, conscious but fucked into insanity. Mom, perhaps due to some
previously hidden survival instinct was fucking back. Something inside her had
triggered and she was humping away with whomever mounted her. I asked Fran what
would happen to those people. I was a little surprised at her reply.
"Mom and Dad will definitely not make it out of here alive. They'll be at the
bottom of the lake. If the boy doesn't cause trouble and keeps his cool, he
might become one of the Pagan's chickens. He's a good-looking kid and had a nice
cock. The question will be whether he sucks and fucks well enough to make one of
the Pagans want to become his daddy. If the three girls survive all the rapes,
the two oldest will be sold to a South American brothel and spend the rest of
their days fucking gold miners for a few dollars a day. The youngest is pretty
and still has her little girl tits and bald pussy. My guess is that she will
star in one or more of the Pagan's pedophile videos. After a few months of
making kiddie porn, she'll be shipped off to South America too. But the three of
them have to live until tomorrow. The Pagans have been known to rape a woman to
death. They think that's cool."
"It was late afternoon and I thought we would be going soon but Fran took me
over to the main cabin where she paid one of the bikers $500 to give me this
souvenir," said Denise as she pulled the afghan off her butt to reveal a tattoo.
The tattoo consisted of a blonde woman on a motorcycle. The blonde woman was a
rough image of Fran. Underneath the motorcycle it read in four lines: NE Pagans
2002, Gang Rape Team Winner, Fluffer, 25 in 53 Minutes."
"What's the significance of '53 Minutes'?" asked Mike
"I sucked or fucked 25 cocks in 53 minutes and they climaxed in Fran. I never
knew tattoos were that painful. I almost passed out from the needle several
times. I have no idea how I am going to live with that on my ass. I can't
imagine what my gynecologist is going to say. Oh by the way, Fran suggested we
use a condom for the next few days. I've had unprotected sex with any number of
men today and gonorrhea, syphilis, AIDS, and other STDs are very common among
the Pagans," said Denise.
"We can forget sex for tonight. I'm too tired anyway. In my first round I shot
a 78 but in the second round I lost it on the back nine and finished at 88.
We've got Mom tomorrow. I have to pick her up at 10:00," said Mike.
"Fran wants us to bring your mother to her place for the afternoon. She says
she and Inez can talk about the old days at Terrace Place and we can go shopping
or to a movie," said Denise.
"Okay, let's shower and get to bed. It's after 10:00," said Mike.
