The stars were just beginning to appear in the evening sky. They came
out one by one, like shy virgins, and then twinkled magnificently in the
clear deep dark blue of the early evening.
Lena hurried from the farmhouse with her milk pails in her hands. Her
face was thrust into the dark heavy collar of her coat, and it scratched
her soft cheek. The harsh words of her parents, screaming at each other,
still rang in her ears, and it wasn’t until she was halfway across the
yard that she looked up and saw the bright stars in the sky. Then she
stopped and gazed at them, and wished on the first one she had seen for
a better life.
She didn’t know any other kind of life except that which took place
within the small confines of the little Iowa farm where she lived with
her parents. Life had been better when her brother, Ret, had still lived
with them. But he had grown up and gone away run away from the life of
brutal words and harsh treatment that their father meted out to everyone
on his land.
“You screaming bitch, you’re no better than a whore! You deserve to be
treated like a whore!”
Lena turned and saw her father’s raised arm strike her mother to the
floor through the lighted kitchen window. With a sob she turned again
and hurried to the barn. She opened the big door and then closed it and
went down the row of cows to Tess, her favorite cow.
Tess’s udders were heavy tonight and Tess mooed in great pain and
pleasure as she saw Lena approaching with her milking pails. Lena had
barely positioned the pail under Tess and placed her hands on the cow’s
heavy tits when the milk began to come. Lena deftly directly the
steaming hot stream into one pail, which quickly filled. Another pail
was filled from the same udder, and then two more pails from the second
She talked to the cow as she milked; “That’s it Tessie, girl. Feel
better now? Didn’t you know I would come out here to milk you? You know
I wouldn’t forget all about my Tessie.” She stroked the cow’s hot sweaty
flanks and the cow turned to look at her with her big, wordless cow
eyes. Lena imagined that the animal understood Lena’s own pain and
sorrow. Every time she witnessed her father striking her mother she felt
a sickness for which she knew no cure. She had been witnessing such
scenes ever since she could remember. But now, as she approached
puberty, the cruelty of her father toward her mother seemed to affect
Lena’s sensitive spirit even more.
She was twelve years old and a very pretty girl, wholesome and healthy
looking with a good clean, farm girl’s complexion: fair with a rosy
blush on her cheeks from working outside, summer, winter, spring and
She was well developed for a twelve-year-old, as so many farm girls are.
Perhaps it was the environment in which she grew up, witnessing the farm
animals in all the stages of their existence: from birth, infancy,
mating, adulthood, and death. They kept pigs and chickens as well as
cows on their farm, and there were four horses: two old plow horses
which they had from the days when they had a horse drawn plow, and two
beautiful stallions which her father kept for his own riding pleasure.
As she went down the line of milkcows, the barn filled with the warm
soothing smell of fresh hot milk. Together with the smell of the hay in
the loft, and the twinkling of the stars through the loft window, the
barn seemed a world apart from the farmhouse across the yard. The barn
was a place where Lena felt she could be alone, and dream.
Tonight Lena felt she had a lot to dream about. Tonight was a special
night. She had gotten her very first period that very day. Now she was a
woman, though the size and shape of her breasts and the shrinking of her
waist had told her she was a woman for a few months now.
“If I am a woman, now,” she thought to herself, “I should have plans.
I’m not going to spend the rest of my life on this farm, after all.”
Thus ran her thoughts as she stooped under the cows’ bellies with her
pail, and spoke to them soothingly. She liked the feel of her hands
against their smooth full udders. And the hot milk splashing against the
pail and hitting her hands made her laugh. She licked her hands off when
she finished Linda, the brown cow, and moved on to Millie. She had
special names for each one of them, and she spoke to them and told them
of her dreams.
She was just starting on the last of them when she felt a cold blast of
air at her back and she didn’t even have to turn around to sense that
someone was standing behind her. Like an animal, the short hairs at the
back of her neck told her of the man’s presence. She turned around. It
was her father.
She just stared up at him. He was wearing his riding boots under his
greatcoat. Although it was still spring, it was still very cold in the
little northern Iowa country. There might still be more snow this year.
“Finish your work, child,” Roland Hanson said.
Lena turned back to Josie, a pretty dappled creature, but she could feel
her father’s eyes on her back and this made her nervous. She gripped the
cow’s tits clumsily and the milk squirted onto her feet, wetting her
toes through her torn boots. Josie sensed Lena’s nervousness, and let
out a pained moo and swatted her tail furiously. Lena grasped her
One hoof shot out and the pail was lying on the barn floor, the new milk
flowing over the hay.
“Stupid cunt!” shouted her father. The milk had splattered him too.
Lena kept milking furiously.
She got only half a bucket from Josie and then stood up.
“Are you going riding, Poppa?” Lena asked. She was bending over,
counting the buckets of milk she had filled. Under her coat, her long
breasts fell against her wool sweater.
Her father stood right in front of her and he put his hand under her
coat and squeezed the pendulous breasts.
“What are you …?” Lena began. She had often been aware of him looking
at her, these long winter months this year. But never before had he been
so bold as to touch her.
“Shut up, cunt,” he said and put his big, strong, knobbed hand over her
mouth, effectively gagging her.
“What …?” she tried to break away from him, but her struggles only
made him grip her tighter. As if she was a package he was taking into
town to mail, he picked her up under his arm and carried her in to a
corner of the barn. He threw her down on the hay. He opened his
greatcoat and Lena saw that he wore nothing underneath. She saw his huge
erect genitalia which he seemed to be parading before her, for he just
stood over her and let her look for a few moments, while he swung his
cock a little and let it bounce on top of his balls.
She had seen the genitalia of all the animals on the farm before, but
she had never seen the erect genitalia of a man.
Her father must have weighed 250 pounds. He was a big man who worked
hard all year round and the work put muscles all over him, where city
men have only flab. He fell on her now. She smelled the alcohol on his
breath and tried to turn her face away from the loathsome smell.
Harshly, he had pulled her wool sweater up over her breasts.
“Nice boobs,” he was muttering more to himself than to her. “Nice, nice
boobies,” he was knocking them from side to side, batting at them and
rubbing his unshaven chin in them.
One hand went down and pulled up her skirt and forced its way into her
She tried to scream and move, but he held her tightly pinned, and his
big knobby fingers forced their way between her tightly closed thighs.
“Fucking virgin tit-woman, fucking shrinking virgin,” he was muttering
as he pinned her legs apart with his legs. Each of his legs was like a
pillar and Lena knew now there was going to be no escape. She looked
down and saw the huge reddened cock taking aim between her thighs and
then he rammed his cock at her unwilling opening.
Her flesh tore and she tried to scream but he had his hand over her
mouth. Straw, hay, pubic hair all got sucked in to her battered hole as
he rammed her again. The first time he had only managed to ram the head
of his cock into her vagina. The hymen had held him out.
Now he battered this last defense. She screamed and screamed under his
hot hand as now he just rammed and rammed his cock into her fully opened
and bleeding hole, seeming to say with each plunge, “I am going to make
a woman out of you. You want to know what it’s like to be a woman? Here,
I’ll show you,” and he’d ram his shaft into her bleeding vagina again.
When he was through he just stood up and left her lying there. He stood
over her again for a moment. He didn’t need to threaten her not to tell
anyone what had just happened. She knew all his threats by now, even
when they were silent.
Then he turned and stalked out of the barn, leaving her alone.
She lay there a long time, crying silently to herself. Was that what
lovemaking was like? Was that what her mother suffered every time her
parents lay down in their bed? Was this what her mother’s frequent
screams in the night signified?
Lena wondered if her mother knew where her husband was going when he
left the house.
With some straw she wiped the blood away from her thighs. But her hole
was still bleeding. She tried to stuff some soft grass up her to stem
the bleeding, but it didn’t seem to help. She wiped her eyes, and pulled
her clothes back on.
Then she went to take the full milk pails around to the kitchen, where
she emptied them into the vat. Then she had the rest of her evening
chores to do.
She scattered feed to the chickens and then climbed up on the pigsty and
threw the pigs their evening swill. Her walk was unbalanced, as if the
ripped, torn and bleeding place between her legs had disjointed her
legs. She had to walk a little bowlegged. The chickens gabbled at her
feet like the Lilliputians around the giant Gulliver. The pigs snorted
and rolled over in delight at receiving their slop. She balanced on the
fence around their sty and put a hand to her crotch, as if to try to
When she turned in to bed that night, she was in still more pain. The
bleeding had stopped but the blood was all in clots now, and every time
she tossed in her restless dreams, she felt a tearing of flesh around
her vagina and she dreamed again and again that she was being raped.
“Good morning, sunshine!”
Lena opened her eyes to bright spring sunshine and the smell of bacon
frying in the kitchen. The world seemed bright and beautiful. It was a
Saturday and after her chores she would have the day to herself. She was
young and she was a woman now–today was the second day of her first
period. These were the first thoughts to run through her head.
She swung her legs off the cot.
“Ohhhhhhh!” she stopped short as the ripping pain between her legs
brought back the most brutal memory of yesterday.
“What did you say, honey?” called her mother’s voice from the kitchen.
“Nothing!” she called back. Slowly she raised her flannel nightie and
surveyed the damage. Her menstrual flow was all over her thighs as well
as some additional bleeding that had started up in the night from the
torn membrane of her virginity. She cleaned herself up sadly, and very
gently inserted a Kotex up her raw vagina.
She showered and got dressed, dreading to see her father again.
But her mother had good news for her.
“Your father left early this morning. He went in to town and he’ll be
away all day, until supper.”
Lena said nothing. She sat down at the place her mother had fixed for
her and hungrily devoured the eggs and bacon and biscuits. She and her
mother never discussed her father, but there was an unacknowledged
understanding between them, that mother and daughter were allies against
the stern man. As allies, they were both helpless, but the flow of
sympathy between them was strong, if unspoken, when, after he had abused
mother or daughter with his blows, he left them alone to each other.
“What did he go to town for?” Lena asked sullenly.
“He went to see about Joe King’s bull. He wants to mate it with our
cows,” said Mrs. Hanson. She had been a pretty woman in her youth, with
long blonde hair and a creamy complexion that Lena, her daughter, had
But Mara Hanson, though all of 39 years old, was only a faded image of
her former pretty self. Years of hard farm work, and her husband’s
contempt and brutality had made her blonde hair grey, and her face worn
and anxious looking. She had brought five children into the world. One,
the oldest, a son, had been born stillborn. Two had died in infancy.
Then Clark and Lena had come. A sixth baby, unknown to her husband, had
died under a local midwife’s hand, in a barn. Mrs. Hanson’s body, under
her thin housedress, reminded Lena of an old cow that has birthed too
many calves and has no milk to give any more.
“Did you sleep well, my darling?” asked her mother.
“No, Mom,” Lena confessed.
“You know you shouldn’t let what your father said last night worry you
too much. He seems harsh but he only has your best interests at heart,”
said the self-deluding woman, scrubbing the greasy skillet at the sink.
“Mom, come sit down for a minute,” said Lena. The night before she had
left the house in the middle of her parents’ argument about her.
When she had discovered her period yesterday afternoon, she had told her
mother about it. Her mother had told her father. That night her father
began laying down the rules of her new life, at dinner.
“You will not leave this farm unaccompanied by your mother or myself,”
he said forking a slab of roast beef into his mouth. “You will not let
yourself be alone with any of the boys at school,” he continued sloshing
up the gravy on his plate with a hunk of bread.
“Roland, I think we can trust the girl a little bit. She’s only twelve,
after all. She doesn’t have such thoughts on her mind yet.”
“They’re never too young for such thoughts,” spat out her father. “I
won’t have any pulling bastard babies sitting at my table. If I ever
find you with your legs open to any of the stupid yokels around here so
help me I’ll …” the thought made him so angry he choked on the meat in
his throat and at his inability to find words harsh enough to explain
what he would do to her, if he ever found her in the positions of love.
“Momma, why did you TELL him, about my period, I mean,” Lena took her
mother by the hand and made her sit down at the table.
“Well, he’s your father, I thought he should know that his little
daughter is a woman now. In my day, when a girl had her first bleeding,
her mother and her grandmother slapped her on the face and then kissed
her and there was a big celebration. It was an occasion of celebration,”
she said sadly and the vague look that came into her eyes more and more
often now, crept in.
Lena shook her mother’s hand to bring her back. “What was it like in
those days, when you were a girl?” she asked.
“Oh honey, you know I’ve told you all about it many times.”
“Yes, but tell me again.”
Lena came over and sat in her mother’s lap and her mother stroked her
hair as if she were a little girl still and began reciting, “In those
days we were a huge family. Grandmothers and grandfathers, aunts and
uncles, cousins oh my! the cousins. And for every holiday we’d all get
together, at one of the sisters’ or brothers’ houses, and all the women
would start cooking and all the men would be smoking and talking, or
playing games, horseshoes the older men would play, while all the
children would be a’playing together, and getting into trouble. My, the
fine times we had,” she sighed.
“And what happened when you grew up?” asked Lena, snuggling against her
“Well, then the beaus came. One by one, all the sisters of all the
branches of the family married off. The young men would come a’calling
on Ã”em, and end up leading them off to the church. And my turn came, and
I went like the rest of them.”
“What was he like in those days?”
“Who? Oh, your father. He was a good-looking man. Still is. Oh yes, I
always thought he was good-looking. Roland Hanson, son of one of the
first family of Swedes in this district. With his family’s canning
business to inherit, I couldn’t believe that that good-looking well-off
man was interested in ME! Course I was pretty then,” her eyes became
clouded again, as if a cloud were passing over her mind.
“Momma, WHY did you tell him?” Lena got up and stood over her mother.
Mrs. Hanson didn’t move. Lena shook her by the shoulders.
“Mother! Why did you tell him?”
“Tell him what? Tell who?” Mrs. Hanson raised her worn and weary face to
the bright eyes of her daughter. Wisps of her thinning grey hair fell in
“Father! About my period!”
“Honey, I thought he ought to know. You know I have to tell him
everything,” her mother’s voice became vague.
“I HATE YOU! I HATE YOU FOR TELLING HIM!” Lena screamed and she ran out
of the kitchen slamming the back door behind her.
Mrs. Hanson looked after her in astonishment. She heard Lena’s heavy
steps across the yard and then the sound faded. She must have gone into
the barn, thought Mrs. Hanson. She turned back to her kitchen table and
stared at the unwashed cups and plates on the dirty tablecloth.
When Lena left the house she ran across the yard scattering the
chickens, past the barn, across the driveway and out into the pasture.
Her father had let the cows out early that morning, and they had already
worked their way to the far corner. She kept running past them. It was
only when she got to the top of the wooded rise that divided their land
that she stopped running. She walked across the field being plowed for
spring planting. The dark earth lay in broken furrows; the hard dark
earth lying in freshly turned clumps. This field would be wheat.
She reached the far field that was being left to lie fallow for a
season. The short spiky husks of the stalks of last summer’s corn
stubbled this field. At the end of this field she saw the stallions
running across the land.
Her father’s stallions were beauties. Tall, proud creatures, strong as
oxen and very fast, her father had paid a king’s ransom for them. He
loved to ride but didn’t have time to ride them everyday, so he had
hired one of the neighbor boys, Brad King, to exercise them.
Lena watched Brad now, riding the back of one of the stallions, Black
Pride. The other animal, Red Beauty, was running free alongside. Brad,
on top of his horse, looked like a toy figure in the distance. He was
waving one arm and shouting or singing something. She watched them ride
by across her horizon.
The days passed very slowly now. Life was like a burden to her. Everyday
she woke with a sick feeling in her stomach to face a lifeless kind of
life, of not speaking to her father, while doing his bidding in the
house, barely speaking to her mother, whose silent hurt look made Lena
hate herself even more. The best part of the day was going to sleep and
the worst part was waking up. Every waking moment was spent dreading her
father’s next attack.
And he did attack again. He caught her from behind in the kitchen the
next Sunday when her mother was out at church. Father and daughter both
refused to go to church. Lena had figured if she stayed in the house he
wouldn’t try to touch her, but she was wrong.
With his arms around her waist he dragged her outside across the yard to
the barn. Her screams and cries of dismay made him laugh, and as she
beat on his head as hard as she could with her fists he only laughed
more. His head dodged her fists as if they were flies.
“Okay, my beauty, I know you’ve been waiting for this.” He threw her
down on a dank pile of straw.
He stood over her grinning. His face was unshaven and his teeth
blackened with snuff and tobacco juice. His lips were split and dry. He
brought his thick tongue out over the lips and softened them. He pulled
out his pants and brought out his cock.
She stared at the pink raw thing, pointed like a spear, and the huge
balls that bulged under them. She lay on the straw panting from fear.
At his next move, which was to fall on her, she scrambled to her feet.
He got up as quickly and then they stood there, facing each other across
a milk pail like two wrestlers sizing each other up. The barn door was
behind her and she wondered if she could run for it.
She didn’t have time to think for he took her by surprise with his fist
in her jaw which sent her sprawling. Once she was down he kicked her in
the cunt and she lay there writhing in pain.
He left her and went and got a harness from one of the stallion’s
stalls. Before she knew it she found he was tying her up to a post in
the barn with the straps of the bit around her face.
When he had her tied down so that she couldn’t move, he ripped her dress
off and just stared for awhile at her large white tits and the brown
nipples that hung on the ends of them. He walked up to her and pressed
his cock into her tits. She writhed with revulsion.
Then he pressed his cock into her mouth. She screamed and tried to shake
her head from side to side, but the huge male member was firmly forcing
its way into her throat.
Her father squatted on top of her, turning to look at her tits and twist
her nipples from time to time, and as he did this he drove his cock home
deeper and deeper into her throat until she was almost choking which was
when he came in a sea of creamy come.
* * *
Lena went out to the stallions’ stalls at one o’clock that night. She
couldn’t sleep, the house seemed stifling. Her mother had come home from
church that night and made supper. She had remarked on how unusually
quiet her family had become and had said, well if no one had anything
else to say she would tell them what happened at church that day. She
had talked all through dinner, and after dinner Mr. Hanson had left the
house. Lena sat up with her mother for a few more hours letting her
mother chatter, and then had gone to bed, complaining of being very
However she hadn’t been able to sleep for a moment. Turning and turning
in bed she waited until she heard her mother go to sleep. Her father
wouldn’t be home at all that night, she knew. Often he went off in the
truck and didn’t come home until morning. Now she slipped into the
stallion’s stall, which was on the other side of the barn from the cows.
Black Pride and Red Beauty were both awake. Their bright black eyes
stared at her with curiosity. Lena didn’t know what drove her here.
Perhaps it was because after the sordidness of the experience tonight,
she sought out some contact with real beauty.
She was never allowed to ride the stallions. Her father said a woman’s
flesh on their backs would spoil their dispositions permanently. But she
rode the other horses and loved to ride.
The stallions knew her. She slipped them apples and sugar from time to
time. She had some sugar with her now, and each horse licked the cubes
in her hand. She began stroking them. Red Beauty was her favorite. The
creatures reddish tone was brilliant beneath the open sky and sun, and
even here in the dark barn his coat gave off a reddish glow.
She stroked his neck and flanks. She found a brush and began brushing
his coat on his back and stomach. Suddenly she noticed that the animal’s
genitals were erect. His cock was black but his balls had the reddish
tinge of his coat. To her the size of the horse’s cock was the normal
size of a cock. The male horses’ genitals were a familiar sight to her.
Her father’s cock, small and paltry in comparison, made her laugh now.
The mere thought of it: the stupid man’s pride in his genitalia, so
unimpressive beside the fine equipment of this animal here.
Without thinking what she was doing, she slipped underneath the animal
and began stroking his cock and balls. The animal bridled at first but
it stood quite still, quivering as she slipped her hands quickly across
the erect span of HARD flesh. The penis became wet under her hands.
She stopped once and heard the animal growl.
She slipped off her panties and bent over under the horse. His legs were
so long that she could stand bent over under his stomach. She parted her
buttocks with her hands and backed onto the horse’s cock. It went
smoothly into her.
The animal stood quite still as the girl slid back and forth on his wet
cock, hard and pointing like an accusing finger. She laughed as she came
at the wonder of the animal’s hugeness and the depths to which his cock
The spring became sweet again. Or bittersweet. She always loved the
ripening of the leaves on the trees, the slow emergence of green all
over the land, the softening up of the earth. It rained for one week
straight and then the whole farm became mud and she had to muck through
the yard in big boots to do her chores.
She went to school every day and avoided the advances of the local boys.
If her father ever found her flirting with one of them he would kill
her, or come close to it she knew that. Now he would come to the
schoolyard sometimes and watch her playing through the fence. Her games
became stiff and self-conscious then, and her girlfriends noticed the
strange situation, and they became distant. They were all afraid of
Lena’s father and ran to the far yard of the schoolyard when they saw
him watching them.
Sometimes he waited for her after school, waiting in the truck while all
the other kids went by, until he saw her. He would signal to her with
his finger, and she would have to leave her other girlfriends.
“My father’s here to pick me up again, I have to go,” she said with an
unhappy look on her face. Her girlfriend Ellen squeezed her hand and
kissed her cheek before running off with the other girls. Lena would
climb into the truck next to her father.
He usually took her to an abandoned barn he knew about down by
Kingfisher River. Usually she was sobbing at first, as he stopped the
truck and pulled her out. He pulled her stumbling behind him to the
shack where he made her lie on the floor and put his cock in her mouth
He whispered to her coarsely at these times: “I like your cunt, my girl.
Not every man’s got a daughter with such pussy on her.”
He liked to part her cunt with his dirty fingers to ready it for his
reddened cock. He liked to force his cock between her teeth and down her
For a few weeks he would take her only from behind, forcing her to her
knees so he could drive his shaft home into the mound that stuck out
between her thighs.
He couldn’t keep his hands off her boobs, and he began to grow bolder,
sticking his hands inside her shirt to squeeze her boobs couched in her
white bra, as he passed her in the hall at home.
Still, every time her father took her as his sullen victim, she sought
revenge by going out into the barn that night and finding pleasure with
his horse. For as much revulsion as her father evoked in her, ten times
greater was the pleasure with the stallion Red Beauty.
She rigged a harness for herself, by which she could strap herself to
the animal’s underside, belly to belly. Her legs boldly apart, her cunt
pink and wet and wanting, strapped to her hero, she rode to glory with
his long horsecock poling into her hole.
She had seen horses mate before, and she had seen these stallions mate.
The male of the horse species mates ferociously with its female.
But for her, Red Beauty remained almost completely still, as if
hypnotized. The horse seemed to sense quite clearly that another than
one of his kind was mounting him, and with his silence and his
acquiescence he seemed to be paying homage to the higher species which
sought him out. He seemed to understand the honor she was paying him,
and he let her pay it freely.
Horsecock was the only thing that could satisfy her now. She laughed at
school when the boys took interest in her, or when the other girls had
crushes on this boy or that. The other girls didn’t understand her. She
acted so superior when it came to boys but they never saw her go out
“Boys don’t interest me,” was all she would ever say to enlighten the
mystery. “And men? Well, I’m waiting to see a real man. I don’t believe
I’ve ever seen one.”
“What are you crazy? Mr. Nolte’s a man and he teaches right here in this
school. Your father’s a man and you see others, what do you mean you’ve
never seen a real man?” asked Ellen. Ellen was a tall thin girl who felt
very self-conscious because of her height. She towered above all the
boys in their class. Her body had not begun developing yet, and she
still had only little nipples for breasts.
Lena looked at Mr. Nolte walking by, a bald man with an undefined bundle
between his legs, under his baggy pants, and she had to laugh.
Ellen looked at her peculiarly and walked away.
Mr. Hanson did not appear at the schoolyard for a week. He was in town
arranging for the transfer of the King bull to his farm to mate with his
cows. Some of the cows were birthing now in the spring from the last
time he brought the bull to them. He wanted another litter in the
making. He received good prices on his calves.
Joe King agreed to bring his bull around the next Saturday. Roland
Hanson looked forward to the occasion. He forgot about his daughter for
a while and contented himself evenings taking his stallions, first one
then the other, out for rides across the countryside.
Lena watched from behind the fence as the figure of her father, burly
and heavy, on the swift shape of Red Beauty became a speck on the
horizon. She grew angry thinking of her father’s thighs goading Red
Beauty’s flanks. She knew that her father’s whip would be no more
sparing to his horse than his words or actions were to his wife and
But there was nothing she could do about this anger. She couldn’t even
speak of it to anyone, and now, her beauty, which was taking shape and
growing every day, began to take on a sullen, inward look.
Brad King came by one evening to pick up his pay from her father and she
was in the yard when he pulled up in his car. He had a ’68 Chevy with
all the chrome polished on it, and she admired the car.
“You like her, huh?” Brad stuck his head out the window and asked her.
“Yep, I paid for her and fixed her all up myself. You should have seen
her when I first got her,” he shook his head.
“Well my father’s not home right now He went out riding about an hour
“Well, I guess I could wait a while, see if he comes back. I sure could
use that dough,” he eyed her up and down. She was wearing a pair of old
blue jeans and thin red shirt.
“You and me should go out some time,” he said. “I’ll take you for a ride
in my jalopy.”
She laughed sadly. “No, I don’t think so.” Brad was already graduated
from high school. He was eighteen years old and already looked like a
man. He had been working his father’s land since he was a kid and had
grown straight into a man’s big body. He had sandy-colored hair, like
her own, and blue-grey eyes with a kind look to them. He had thin hungry
looking lips. He shifted in his seat.
“Why not? Don’t you think I’m good enough for you?” He looked at the
plump mounds jiggling right under the thin red fabric of her blouse and
he allowed his glance to slip down to the v-shaped wrinkles of her tight
jeans as they gripped her between the legs. He remembered that she was
only twelve years old.
“I’m too young to go out with boys. Besides, my father would kill me.”
“Oh, so your father don’t want you seeing no men,” he eyed the shape of
her ass as she bent down to tie her moccasin.
They heard a galloping against the earth and saw Mr. Hanson come riding
across the field behind the barn. He rode up and stopped the horse
“What are you doing there, son?” he asked speaking down to the boy in
the car. “Just talking to your daughter while I was waiting for you,
sir. Remember you said you’d have my pay for me today?”
“Oh yes, I’ll go in the house and get it. And you, get on with your
chores, sister. Don’t be wasting your time chitter-chattering with those
“I swear,” he went on in the kitchen as he counted out the money to Brad
King, “they say in the church that women are pure and saintly, but every
woman I’ve ever known has been hornier than a female feline in heat.
Except the female of the human species is like that ALL THE TIME.
Fifty-sixty-sixty-five,” he counted out.
“Don’t you agree with me, Brad?” he asked.
“Yessir,” said Brad.
“Listen, don’t you let me catch you hanging around my little Lena. That
girl’s very precious to me, and I won’t have no country hicks knocking
her up before her time. You hear me, boy?”
“Yessir. Nothing could be farther from my mind,” Brad said.
* * *
Her father took her brutally that night. He made no show of hiding what
he was about. After dinner, while her mother was at the sink doing the
dishes, Lena tried on a new dress she had ordered through the mail. It
had just come that day. Her mother pinned it up for her and then she
went to her room and changed back into her jeans. She sat cross-legged
on the floor, watching TV, with pins in her mouth, as she sewed. She had
a good, clever little stitch. All the while her father sat smoking and
watching her. He watched every movement of her tits beneath her blouse,
and every strain of the denim across her cunt.
Lena was aware of his eyes, but felt safe because of her mother’s
presence. Surely he couldn’t take her right in front of her mother.
Suddenly he swooped down on her, scattering her dish of pins, and simply
picked her up and carried her through the kitchen and out of the house
under his arm.
“Roland, what are you doing?” screeched and flapped his wife Mara at the
kitchen door as she watched her husband carry her daughter to the barn.
“Shut up and keep out of here,” he merely roared at her over her
She stood for a moment nervously wringing a towel in her hand as she
stared at the closed barn door.
Inside, Roland Hanson tied his daughter’s neck to the base of one of the
posts. He didn’t have to fear her flailing arms and legs.
“Mother! MOTHER!” she was screaming.
“No, cunt, I’m your father,” he slapped her face back and forth until
she stopped screaming. He left the red imprint of his fingers across her
face He parted her thighs with his rough knees. His own thighs were like
mountains, thick and heavy and strong. The white skin of her own thighs,
cruelly parted, against his, was like cream lying beside mutton.
His cock was hurting him in his pants. The tip of it stuck above the
waistband. He tore the buckle open on his belt and unzipped his fly. He
squashed his cock into her face, dragging the end of the huge member
across her cheeks and lips and nose, across her eyes, smashing her face
“So you got the hots for Brad King, do you. Open your eyes and take your
fill of the likes of a real man,” he snarled in her ear.
She opened her eyes in time to witness his cock take aim for a moment
over her mouth. His hands, one on her upper and one on her lower jaw,
pried her mouth open. She watched the cock descend into her small gaping
It filled all the space between her tongue and the roof of her mouth,
then pushed further into the hole of her throat. Again and again he
raised and then lowered himself down into the soft cunt-like flesh of
her throat, while she choked and sputtered and tried to keep breathing
through her nose.
“You think Brad King’s thingie is as big and bad as mine,” he whispered
evilly into her ear.
She was just breathing and trying to open her mouth wide to allow him
the kind of access he insisted on, so he would get his rocks off and let
But he wanted an answer to his question.
He reached behind him, as he sat on her chest plunging his cock into her
face, for her boobs. He found one with one hand and he juggled it in his
hand so full and weighty was it. He found and juggled the other one.
Then his fingers sought the nipple, which he treated with a sharp twist.
“Owwww,” a gurgled sound came out of her full mouth, and she tossed her
head, which made her choke even more as she was brought up short by the
leather thong around her neck.
“Do you think his cock is as big as mine?” he demanded of her again
giving the nipple another good hard twist.
“Nnnnn,” she shook her head from side to side.
He seemed satisfied with her answer for he jumped out, pulling his cock
out of her mouth and he stood above her naked body.
Kneeling he forced her legs apart again and he surveyed the pink pussy
lying helpless before him, couched in her wheat-colored cunt hair. He
spat on the cunt to make it slippery wet.
“Driest fucking cunt in the Midwest,” he said with contempt.
Then he made a fist and began to try to shove it in her now wet cunt.
She shrieked with pain, for he had grabbed some of her hair in his fist,
and he was mercilessly trying to get all five of his crumpled fingers
and knotted knuckles up her at once, and indeed he did. He kept at it
until he had worked his fist all the way in.
He chortled, “Look!” he said. “Look!” he shook his fist in her cunt
swinging her body around, and she, exhausted, tried to raise her head
and look as he said.
She saw him, the end of his arm sunk way deep into her. He looked like
“Now I’ve got you where I want you!” he said. “If you ever so much as
breathe in Brad King’s direction, do you know what I’ll do to you?” he
Again he forced her to make some kind of answer. She shook her head. He
“I’ll stuff all kinds of things into you, I’ll fuck with anything I can
find lying around. I’ll fuck you so good and so long and so hard that no
man will want your raggedy meat after that. I’ll make your cunt loose
its memory that there’s any such thing as a another man’s cock in the
Now he yanked his fist out. He prepared his cock for its meal, basting
it with some of his own spit.
But as he opened her cunt with his fingers he looked at the pussyflesh
and realized he wanted to eat her out. Father sank his mouth into
daughter’s cunt and his thick hot tongue was ravaging her cunt, biting
on the nub of flesh between the outer labia. He poked her clitoris with
a bent finger, while his tongue stuck into her cunt depths, and she
writhed and screamed at this new humiliation.
To have this huge, hideously ugly man who had fathered her, open her
legs and stick his tongue in her sickened her and made her scream
hysterically. Finally he removed his face from her cunt with a big grin
for he had woman come smeared all over his lips.
“Sickening, they’re all the same,” he muttered to himself, and now he
took his cock in his hand and plunged into the melting butter of her
cunt. She was softer and juicier than she had ever been before, and he
sank right into her cunt up to the hilt of his shaft. She was all
pussysoft inside, like a juicy quilt. His dick throbbed and trembled as
he withdrew it slowly, only to plunge it again. His foreskin slid up and
down over his cock and there was cuntjuice all over.
He increased the friction over his penis’ head by jamming in and out
faster and faster. The cock made a sucking sound every time it came in
and out of her passive cunthole.
Suddenly he was riding freely, as if he were on a stallion. He was no
longer propelling himself on her, but it was as if he had simply let go
of all control of his body and was being moved up and down through
space, an inner space, a black starry universe, by some other force than
his own. Smoothly, riding high and low and high and all the way, he came
gushing into his daughter’s cunt.
He stood up and smeared the come on his cock all over her belly, then
left her lying there to untie the rope around her neck with her own
hands. He didn’t even bother to put on his pants as he strode across the
yard and got into his car. He drove off for a night of honky-tonking,
leaving the mother staring out from the kitchen window, waiting for his
headlights to disappear, before she ran to her daughter lying in the
“My darling, sweetheart, what has he done to you?” sobbed the mother,
untying the rope from around her daughter’s neck.
It was minutes before Lena could talk, so long did it take her to get
her throat back into working, breathing, and talking order. The strap
had left a red mark around her neck.
The worn, older woman tried to carry her daughter to the house, but it
was no use. The younger woman was much stronger than the mother, and it
was Lena who ended up helping her hysterical mother across the yard.
Lena tried to soothe her mother in the house, after she had put on some
“Calm down, mother, it’s all right. Maybe if he’s on top of me, he won’t
be hurting you so much anymore,” she said. She wondered if this was
true. She hadn’t heard her mother’s midnight screams in a few months,
and her parents certainly seemed to fight a lot less than before.
“What can we do? What can we do?” Mrs. Hanson was grasping at the wispy
bits of grey that fell on her face. She was speaking hysterically.
“Mother, go to bed. I’ll make you a cup of warm milk and maybe that will
help you to sleep,” Lena found she felt decisive and firm before her
mother’s helpless state.
“There now,” she said tucking her mother in.” We’ll figure it out in the
morning.” And she watched over her mother, and held her hand, until the
tired old, young woman fell asleep.
As soon as her deep breathing indicated a deep state of sleep, Lena laid
her mother’s hand down on the bed and went back out to the barn.
She saddled up Red Beauty, and led him out of the barn and through the
fence into the pasture. She mounted him easily with one movement, and
then took him galloping out behind the wheat fields.
The moon was high and full that night and it was deep spring. The creek
was full and high and she could see by the moonlight the shadows of the
minnows that were newly spawned darting about in the blue water.
Red Beauty whinnied and again they took off, galloping across the
countryside in the moonlight, the girl with her blonde hair streaming
out behind her, and the red stallion, his mane sweeping her face.
They came back to the gully where it winded further on and made a pool
of water. The stallion bent down his long neck for a drink and Lena
slipped off him.
While he was drinking Lena went under him and started stroking his balls
and the furry sheath that housed his penis. She placed her lips on the
furry hair and kissed the sheath, pressing hard with her lips. She felt
the mouth of the sheath open and the cock begin to protrude. She
slavered over the growing, emerging cock with her tongue until it was
fully-grown. It looked like a flame or a wet tongue, except that it was
about seventeen inches long.
“Mmmmmmmm,” she groaned. “Beauty, Red Beauty,” she whispered squeezing
the long hard wet dick with her hands, and the horse whinnied and went
up on his two front legs while she held on.
She laughed and slipped off her jeans. Her hands clinging to the
stirrups, and her legs wrapped around the stallion’s back legs, she
eased her sore pussy over the long cock. It touched bottom in her before
it was halfway in.
Again the horse whinnied and went up on his hind legs as the obsessed
girl rocked up and down over the slick horsecock. The long slick wet
thing soothed the cunt which had been violated only hours before.
The horse brought her to heights and depths of orgasmic pleasure such as
normal women do not dream of. She clung with her thighs to the horse’s
penis and slid it in and out of her, allowing her uninhibited groans of
pleasure to rise from the flat plain straight into the starry sky and up
to the full moon.
“Jesus Fucking H. Christ,” came a voice in the darkness.
Lena froze in her clasp on the underside of the horse. The horse too
sensed the stranger’s presence, for he froze and a frightened sound
escaped from between his flared nostrils.
“Why it’s Lena! Roland Hanson’s daughter!” and a long amazed whistle
Lena had fallen to the ground and she lay still now, abject and
The man, when he came over to look at her, was Brad King.
He stood over her, looking down, surprise in his eyes. He bent down and
helped her sit up, supporting her shoulders with his knees. He pulled
her jeans up over her crotch, trying not to look at the white semen,
horse semen, flowing all over her thighs.
“Jeesus Christ,” he said again. “On her Daddy’s stallion.” He shook his
head again. “Where’d you learn to do that, girl?” he asked. She clung
miserably to his arms. What would he do with her now? Tell her father?
She couldn’t even think of what her father might do to her if he knew.
Killing wouldn’t be enough, she knew.
“I mean I’ve heard tell of this sort of thing–I mean girls with
animals, horses and dogs and such, but I never really believed,” he
She turned to look up at him as she lay in his arms. “My father rapes me
once or twice a week,” she said looking firmly into his eyes. “And every
time he does it to me, I go out in the barn afterwards, when he’s left
the house to go whore-hunting in town, and I do it with his best horse.”
She looked unwaveringly at him to see how he would take it, take the
He was looking at her while she talked, but when she finished he looked
“Oh lord, there’s all kind of critters in this world. All kinds, the
good lord preserve us. You know, I never did like your daddy. Cruel man,
unnecessarily cruel, I always thought. With his animals and with his
wife. And with his daughter now, too, I should have known.”
He lay down on the ground beside her now and held her in his arms as if
to protect or nurse her.
“Well, what are you doing way out here in the middle of the night,
anyway, yourself, Brad King,” Lena murmured in his ear.
“I was out riding myself, little honey,” he said kissing her hair. “You
done wandered onto my daddy’s land. I saw someone come riding across the
plain on what looked like Mr. Hanson’s stallion so I came out to
investigate. You didn’t even hear me ride up.” He licked the lobe of her
“Only twelve years old,” he muttered to himself and shook his head.
“Brad, if my father finds out that you and me ever lay together like
this, Brad, he’ll kill me. He will. I’ve got to get away from you,” she
said, suddenly hysterically rising.
“Wow, now there little filly,” he said gently pulling her back down to
the fertile earth. “How’s he gonna know, that we met way out here?”
“I think he’d be angrier about finding out about me and you than about
me and Red Beauty. Red Beauty, at least he’s his horse.”
“Well now, who’s gonna tell him either story? Not me. You can trust me
baby,” he said moving his lips down her face until they met her lips.
He hugged her big soft boobs against his flat hard chest, and then
unbuttoned both their shirts so he could feel her big soft tits directly
against his hairless chest Her nipples felt like little raisins at the
end of big marshmellowy mounds and he stuck his face in one then the
other like a little baby at its mother’s breasts.
His dick was like a hard arrow in his pants, and he pressed his groin
against her soft stomach.
“I don’t know if I should,” she whimpered. She was confused now, and
didn’t know who was mounting her.
“You don’t know if you should?” he said, rubbing his hardened jeans
along her open yawning cunt which he had revealed by pulling off her
panties. He looked at the black gash in the big pink pussy. There was
still some creamy come floating in her pussyhair. It was from the horse.
He unleashed his cock from his jeans and pointed it toward the black
gash in the pink, the gash that led into the dark pussydepths.
Her legs parted willingly now, she pulled at her thighs with her hands
to open her cunt wider now for his entry.
When he plunged into her now, her clit was like a tuning fork that has
just been hit: it was vibrating and large and full of juice. His cock
was like a blade that slayed her. It passed right over and back across
and over again her throbbing clit and every time the head of his cock
pushed across her clit, slicking it as it passed, she sank into oblivion
and came, and came again.
He took his coming slowly. He kissed her lips, sucking them into his
mouth. Her lower lip was full and red and he took it between his own
thin lips as if it were a big cherry in a cocktail. Her upper lip too he
savored with his tongue and teeth. Then he darted his tongue way into
her mouth as his cock plunged into the black cave of her cunt. Quivering
it came up even harder than before.
It was going to take a lot of fucking to fuck the hardness out of his
dick that had yearned for this little girl’s pussyhood for so long.
She opened her eyes and looked at the landscape behind her. The moon
glared eerily on the landscape. Everything seemed drenched in the moon’s
silver, the fields, with their newly sown seed, the brown earth, the
newly-green trees that leaned over the creek and the singing water of
the creek itself.
“Oh look!” she cried.
Against the horizon two black horses reared up on their hind legs. It
was Red Beauty, her father’s stallion, mounting Brad’s filly.
Brad halted his movement on top of her for a moment to watch the
coupling of the animals. The stallion whinnied and neighed fiercely as
he boldly threw his front hooves on the filly’s buttocks.
The filly was fierce too, as she pretended to try to pull away, as if
she didn’t know what the stallion was doing or didn’t want him to do it.
She made the stallion knock her with his hooves and grasp her tighter.
They could see the male’s huge cock stand up and then sink into the mare
while both animals sang out a wild fierce chorus of animal lust.
Brad stroked her clitoris and she was filled with throbbing desire
This time he spared no ounce of energy as he rode his cock into the
willing girl. She encircled his back with her long lovely legs, legs
like a filly’s, and she clung to him, raising her buttocks off the
ground to hang suspended from him as he bore his cock into her pussy
His horn bore a hole into her which made her forget the her father’s
sledgehammer, and also the horse’s long strange cock.
Brad King fit right into her and she took one final breath and squeezed
him with all her pussy muscles and she hung on squeezing and squeezing
his cock in her pussy with all her might while he continued his fierce
plunging. Like this she brought him off. The last plunge was into a sea
of come that he left floating in the very bottom of her cunt …
“In an isosceles triangle, there are two sides of equal length while the
third side is shorter. The hypotenuse …” Mr. Nolte droned on in math
Lena shared a desk with Ellen and they passed notes under the tabletop.
“Have you ever seen a man’s thingie?” read the note from Ellen.
Lena suppressed a giggle and wrote back.
“You have? Whose?” was the reply.
“My cousin’s,” Lena wrote back after a moment’s thought.
“I have too. This weekend. I saw Jed Raleigh’s,” was Ellen’s exciting
“How did you like it?” asked Lena.
Mr. Nolte was standing over them. “Give me the note,” he said.
“Oh, no, please, Mr. Nolte, we’ll stop passing them only …”
“Give me the note.”
They sullenly gave him the slip of paper they had been writing on. They
looked shamefacedly at the floor as he perused it silently before the
class and then folded it into his pocket, blushing. He said, “Now
everyone pay attention. No note passing.” And he went back to triangles.
Lena fixed her eyes on the blackboard filling up with figures, but
behind her eyes she was lost in thought. She wondered what were the
circumstances under which the skinny Ellen had seen Jed Raleigh’s cock.
She wondered what his cock was like. Jed was in the eighth grade, one
year above them. He was thirteen.
Then her mind wandered to a thought of what a cock feels like slipping
inside you. Under the schoolgirl’s table, a pair of schoolgirl thighs
became moist. She was wearing only a thin pair of white cotton panties
under her skirt and her own moist smell came up to her from under the
seat. She remembered Brad King’s gentle hands opening her cunt gently
prior to inserting his pleasantly-sized member into her and she recalled
how it went in and out gently, exciting her further as it moved. How
they had reached some kind of white pitch together, at the same time, as
the horses moved violently on the horizon.
Then a shudder went through her body as her mind could not help
recalling a very different kind of sex: the brutality and fear of her
father’s bondage in the barn. The class was interrupted at that point by
a knock at the door. Everyone’s failing attention was awakened and
turned to the door.
Through the window they saw a scruffy contorted face.
Mr. Nolte went to the door and stuck his head out into the hall. Then he
turned back into the room and called, “Lena Hanson.”
She heard her name being called as if through a mist and just barely
managed to revive herself from her dreams and say “Yes?”
“You are dismissed from class. Go into the hall. Your father has come
for you. You have to go home,” said Mr. Nolte.
Was he laughing at her? Having intercepted that note he must know, Lena
felt. She felt as if the whole class were laughing at her, as if they
all must know what this strange midday summons from her father meant.
What could she say or do? Refuse to go? Announce to the class: my father
has come to get me and take me somewhere where he can rape me? Who would
believe her? And she would never have the nerve to do it anyway. At
least not while her father was there watching and waiting for her. He
would surely kill her once he got her away, if he heard her say
something like that.
Miserably, she got up from her little desk. Ellen clung to her hand
under the table then let her go. Ellen’s kind eyes didn’t look her in
the face. Ellen surely knows, she thought. Ellen senses it, even if she
doesn’t know exactly. She knows something horrible is wrong.
She felt the eyes of the entire class on her back as she walked to the
door, and it was almost a relief to escape their curious eyes and
confront her father in the hall.
“Why have you come for me?”
“Don’t ask questions.” He took her by the hand and started down the
“And the hypotenuse of this isosceles triangle is …Ellen?” she heard
Mr. Nolte’s voice getting fainter.
It was very strange to be walking through the school halls with her
father. It was like having one foot in the grave she enjoyed some
freedom from fear, freedom from attack. They walked together down the
well-lit corridors. There were pictures done by the second graders
hanging on the walls in the main lobby.
Mr. Hanson nodded to the school principal, Mr. Rice, a big, bald,
paunchy man in a cowboy hat. Lena’s father sold his heifers to Mr. Rice,
who kept a small herd of livestock.
Outside in front of the school, her father stopped to talk to Jimmy
Nails, the local cop who played cards with her father on the weekends.
“Mighty nice day, Roland,” said Jimmy, rocking back on the heels of his
black leather boots. He was in his blue uniform, and had his cop car
pulled up to the curb.
“Yep,” said her father, holding her by the hand, but stopping to chew
some tobacco with his friend.
“That sure is a pretty little girl you’ve got there. How old are you
now, Lena?” the cop said patronizingly.
“Twelve,” said Lena sullenly.
“She’ll be thirteen in August,” said her father squeezing her hand
“She sure is right pretty. Sure is. Pretty soon all the little boys in
her class will be wanting to take her to see the double features down to
the Rialto,” Jimmy the cop spoke about her as if she were absent.
“She’s too young for such things,” said her father spitting.
“Well, I don’t know about that,” said Jimmy leering and looking frankly
at her well-developed bust.
“Well, I do know and I’m her father so I guess I get some say so in what
she is allowed to do and what she is not. And seeing boys is not
allowed. Come along honey,” he said dragging her into his waiting
pick-up. “We got some chores we got to do today,” he added.
“Father knows best,” said Jimmy grinning and he put on his dark
sunglasses and climbed into his own car.
“Please follow us,” Lena was praying. “Please be suspicious and follow
us and see what he tries to do to me, and rescue me and put him in jail,
or me in jail or just something, anything, to keep him off of me!” were
Lena’s hysterical thoughts. But as they pulled out onto the highway that
led to the old abandoned shack by Neversink Creek, one glance in the
rear view mirror told her that Jimmy the cop had had no such thoughts as
following them on his mind.
Her panic grew as they rode silently in the car. She couldn’t even go to
the police for protection from her father. They would never believe her
either. Half of them were her father’s buddies, and they would only pat
her on the head for making up stories and return her directly to him.
He threw her skirts up around her waist so he could look at her thighs
as they drove. He put one big hand over her thighs and tweaked at the
flesh that lay under her panties. Her soft white thigh flesh seemed to
pull away from his coarse intruding hands, but he didn’t seem to notice.
He was breathing heavily as they turned onto the dirt road that led down
to the creek.
He offered no explanation as to why he hadn’t been able to wait for her
after school, as he had other times. Why he had to add the extra
humiliation of removing her from class before everybody’s watching eyes.
It was as if he wanted her to have to bear this extra alienation, of not
being able to explain why her father came to remove her from school. He
was making her feel different, and there was no one to whom she could
tell her story when he stopped the car and jumped out of the cab, she
remained inside. He had to come around to her side, open her door and
pull her out. She clung to the gearshift, and then to the door,
screaming, “Please, father, no!”
He slapped her face a few times until she was silenced, then unwrapped
her fingers from his car’s door and slung her over his back. He carried
her down to the water’s edge.
It was a beautiful day, one of the first days of summer. The water in
the creek was high and spangled with sunlight. The leaves were almost
full-grown on the trees that hung over the water, and they dappled the
water with their shadows. There were flies in the air, just spawned by
the earth overnight, it seemed, and Lena’s eyes caught sight of a
dragonfly, the first she had seen this year, glinting just above the
surface of the stream’s rippling water. Her father threw her down on the
grass-covered bank and fell on top of her.
“You’re making me think of you all the time, you little cunt,” be
whispered hoarsely in her ear. “Can’t even work, now. Have to ride the
tractor, do the planting, oversee the crew of boys who are helping me,
but I can’t, and it’s your fault.” He stuck his thick, tobacco-stained
tongue in her ear and explored all the crevices of her soft pink
She felt the tongue like an unpleasant animal, a worm or a conch,
worming down into the canal of her ear and it stirred her unpleasantly.
“In the yard I watch you bending over to feed the chickens, in the barn
where I watch you squat on a stool to milk the cows. I get jealous when
I watch you stroke their flanks. The cows. I get jealous when I see you
touching the fucking cows.” Now he was exposing her breasts to the open
They were beautiful, firm, oblong-shaped, and white as fresh cream with
brown nipples like the nougat inside of a candy bar. He slobbered his
mouth all over these mounds of flesh, taking the nipples between his
teeth and pulling lightly on them, watching as he raised the whole tit
to a standing position by pulling on the nipple. He had the playfulness
of a child today as he laughed gleefully when he released the nipples
and the breasts fell back onto her chest like water balloons thrown
gently on the ground. They did not burst, they rolled around and resumed
their former shape. He cradled the boob weight in his hands and looked
off in the distance as if her were judging the weight of one of his
He rolled her over on her hands and knees so he could look at her boobs
hanging down. They almost touched the earth. The nipples were distended
now, from his biting them and from hanging down, and he reached under
her to cup his hands around her young tits and sway them and nip at them
with his fatherly fingers.
“All the time. All the time,” he kept whispering hoarsely in her ears
like a gadfly, like a record, unrelated to what was happening which she
nevertheless could not turn off. “I keep thinking of you, seeing you,
seeing the shape of your tits in the mounds of earth the tractor drops
seeds into, seeing your hair flowing over your boobies when I turn on
the hose and wash down the sacks of feed. I can’t even look a cow in the
ass, I think of your sweet pink cuntflesh between those white thighs of
yours, and I want Ã”em. I want Ã”em so bad I can’t think, I can’t work,
can’t do nothing but come to school and get you to take you away where I
can put my hands all over you alone and touch you everywhere and make my
mind stop trying to remember you.
His hands were all over her now, up her dress, around her waist,
slipping under her panties, scratching through her pussy hair.
“Father!” she tried to stop him. They were right out in broad daylight
now, after all. Someone might come along. She hoped someone would. But
maybe now, in broad daylight, he might listen to reason, come to his
“Father, it’s against the Bible. Don’t you know this is a sin? You can’t
fornicate with your own daughter. You’ll make the sky go black some day
with your dreadful deeds. Father, go to the women in town, go to mother,
go to anyone else, but please leave me alone, I beg of you. If you can’t
bear to see me around the house without wanting me, I’ll go away. I’ll
go away somewhere so you won’t have to look at me, but please don’t.”
He didn’t even hear her last words, though he was laughing at her
protests. He had gotten his forefinger in her slit now and he was
rubbing back and forth feeling the wetness increase. He moved his
forefinger up to rub the swelling mound of flesh between her labia and
then he slid the finger back down to the hole and entered her youthful
Her clit too was swelling and throbbing despite herself, and she was all
wet now. The wall-to-wall quilting of her twelve-year-old cunt was slimy
with female love muck and he laughed as he withdrew his horny finger and
heard a sigh from her.
“I thought you didn’t like it,” he said, raising himself up off her for
a minute to unbuckle his pants.
“Uh,” she opened her eyes. For a moment she had imagined that it was
Brad King who had been tickling her excitement up the crevasse between
her legs. Why did women have to have this stupid hole right up the very
center of them, she thrashed bitterly as she knew the inescapable truth
that it was her father, his breath sour on her lips, who was pressing
his huge member over her face.
Why did he like it in her mouth? It was so incredibly disgusting this
way. To have to take your father’s big hard dick into your mouth. He
forced it in, pulling her lips and teeth apart the way he would to
examine a horse. His balls knocked against her chin. She spit and choked
but still he did not relent as he shoved his long pointed spear into her
soft throat. He loved to watch his cock disappear into the face of his
daughter. He loved making women eat it. He loved watching it disappear
into the hole in the middle of their faces, even more than he enjoyed
sinking it into their cuntholes.
This way he could be sure only he got the real pleasure. He closed his
eyes and sank it deep in her throat again, holding her by her luscious
boobies. Her hair flowed over the riverbank and into the water. He
dreamed of being able to tie her up down here so that whenever he felt
like sinking it in her, he could just come down here, open his pants,
spread her legs or force her to open her mouth, and sock it to her.
She gagged on the wicked cone thrusting down her throat as if it wanted
to be completely swallowed. The thrusting quickened which meant he was
near his coming. She shuddered and retched at the thought but there was
no way of escaping taking his semen down her throat. He held her firmly
pinned by her arms and by the way he sat on her upper chest. She felt
like a doll, limp, just a bunch of boobs, a mouth with a flowing dick in
it, and somewhere down there, a mass of cuntflesh which was not at
present being used.
He felt his tide rising in him, and jiggled her boobies in his hands
behind him, like melons they were, and jogged up and down faster on top
of her face, sinking his cock into her small compliant mouth–open like
as if it were a dickhole, made expressly for his dick. He kept bouncing
it into her and the tip of his cock felt the smooth firm slimy quilted
throat tissue, while the shaft of his cock felt the pulling of the walls
of her mouth as he yelled, “Suck me off! Suck me off you bitch!” and
gave her tits a hard tweak.
He sank it into her and then was riding on a floating ocean of come. The
excretion filled her throat while the penis continued to sink in her
throat, and she didn’t want to swallow but she couldn’t get up, and
lying down the ugly foul syrup began to slide down her throat while he
whipped his now soft penis against the walls of her mouth.
He left the soft dick slip out of her mouth while she sat there
grimacing and swallowing and spitting up. He laughed at her. She had
semen all over her lips, and some even on her nose. Her nose and chin
were all red and chaffed from where his groin had rubbed against her.
“My little come machine. All my very own. No one else is allowed to use
it. Only me,” he was joking with himself. He seemed to be very proud of
his personal property.
Lena was relieved that at least it was through for one day. Would she be
allowed to return to school now, she wondered. No, he wouldn’t do that.
He lay down on top of her, his back against her stomach, so that she
couldn’t get up, and he enjoyed the sunshine. He played with his dick in
the breeze, trying to stand it up and laughing when it fell over, waving
away the flies.
Beneath him, the back of her head was being ground into a rock, and his
weight bore down cruelly on her hipbones. She could feel the copper
studs of his jeans digging into the soft flesh of her belly. With his
boots he amused himself by pushing her legs farther and farther apart
and thought about his daughter’s cunt.
Her cunt was sweet, and so young and tender, it reminded him of the
yellow-green buds coming out on the trees now. Her cunt was like a sour
apple that you wanted to bite into just to taste the sourness exploding
on your tongue. It made you wince, the taste was so wry.
He sprang off of her, and then pulled her up off the ground. She was
facing him, staring at the big ugly thing that was achingly big again.
He needed to be satisfied again, he needed to be relieved of that wad of
desire and passion that was pushing out of his jeans and the only thing
could relieve that pushing passion was to find a hole sufficiently
enticing to him.
He tied her to the trunk of a willow tree whose branches almost came
down to the ground. He tied her like a heifer, with a rope around her
neck, but he fixed the rope to the tree only three feet off the ground,
forcing her to bend over. Lena was only five feet tall.
“Papa, no! No, Papa! Please! Please let me go! Please don’t. Please! I’m
scared! I’m frightened! You shouldn’t do this! God will hate you!
Please! NO! PLEASE!” she cried, tied to the tree stooping over.
He laughed. She sounded like a heifer braying at being separated from
its mother. He lifted her skirt and watched her shake and cry in her
panties for a while. Women’s underwear always fascinated him, and now he
was curious to watch her ass move in her child’s white cotton panties.
They came up to her waist, and they had a damp, darker spot at the
crotch where her female secretions gathered, which no washing could
Stooping over, her breasts were hanging again, and it was almost with
tenderness that he made her remove her blouse. Her boobies hung down
like a cow’s waiting to be milked and he crawled underneath her to swat
at and suck and play with them while he put the toe of his
shit-encrusted boot at the crotch of her panties and forced the panties
into the entry of her cunt. The toe of his boot went part way in too,
and she sobbed and shook while he thus abused her, all of which made her
fine large boobies shake like jello. He had a weird thought: he wished
he were a woman so he could try to insert her boobies up his cunt, and
he thought if he were a woman that is want he’d want to do.
He slid out from under her and stood up behind her. He pulled her
panties down to he knees and pulled her dress over her head so he
wouldn’t be distracted by her boobies and her cries anymore. He would
just concentrate on her rear dark meat. And it was fine. He just watched
and surveyed it for awhile, allowing his excitement and desire to grow
In her fear and far-advanced state of hysteria, she couldn’t stand
still. Tied by the neck, all she could do was shake her ass like a cow,
and he watched, fascinated, by the movement of the body. The flesh
flowed into her waist, making shadows there, and then spread way out
again into a fine pair of female hips, smooth and curvaceous. The curve
continued on into a well-rounded ass, flowing up, out and over; and
sliding into the all-enticing black crack of her ass.
Her pussy hair peeped out between her thighs and he brought her hands
around and attached them to her moons and made her pull on them so that
the mound of cuntflesh too protruded. It was pink and gaping. The labia
looked like a little woman’s little mouth pursed in a kiss. Her slender
little fingers pulling on her fleshy behind pointed in the direction in
which he was to go.
“Pull more! Pull harder! Stretch open your little hiney, honey, so that
Daddy can put his cock right into your cunt. There, how does that feel?”
And he stuck the slick wet head of his cock right up against the mouth
of her open, offered, gaping pussy.
Her hands on her ass, her head tied close to the tree, she felt her
father’s organ enter her cunt, forced open against her will. She thought
for a split second of an hour ago, sitting just like the other kids in a
schoolroom, at a desk, passing notes and giggling, learning about
Now the shaft of her father’s cock was slowly forcing its way up her
cunt, under a willow tree by the river, while she, the part of her that
was really Lena, the part of her that had a name and thoughts and
reason, was tied by the head to the tree. She felt split in two.
As if there were two things going on: Lena, the reasoning part of her,
was swooning in shame and humiliation and despair. Lena’s cunt lived on
top of her legs which slipped farther and farther apart to accommodate
the huge apparatus her father had hanging between his legs. His cock and
balls were larger than Brad King’s. She really had to open her legs wide
to get him in, and she had to pull apart her buttocks to allow him the
kind of entry he needed. It was better than simply having him shove it
up her and tear her apart along the way.
He loved to sink into cunt outside in nature. He loved to sink into cunt
so young and so taboo as his own daughter that even his friends, if they
knew, would be shocked and disapproving. And envious. He wished Jimmy
Nails could see him now, or that fat paunchy self-righteous school
principal, Mr. Rice. He imagined Lena’s math teacher, Mr. Nolte, bald at
thirty-five, saying, “Mr. Hanson, I really cannot let you take your
daughter out of class unless I know what you intend to do with her.”
And then his wide eyes stared as he saw her stoop over under the willow
tree and part her ass so her cunt would get open and wet, so that her
father could stuff his very willing and big cock into her, and into her,
and into her again.
He loved to withdraw it all the way and then jam it back all the way in,
feeling the whole delight of re-entry from the tip to the bottom of the
shaft again. He felt her clit go by–it felt like buttered bread,
sliced, and his cock felt like the knife that was buttering it. He felt
like a creature, half-man, half-beast, fucking his own twelve-year-old
daughter. He felt like an old dog, and it was like an old dog, hoary,
dirty, crusty with old come, lots of old come from lots of women, when
he took a deep breath and shot his wad straight up into her cunt. He
grabbed his shaft and his whole body rode his cock to glory.
He left her there that day, and many other days following. When he left
her, he tied her to the tree more securely with her legs wrapped around
it. He would come back at the end of the day to fuck her some more. He
just couldn’t get enough of her.
She missed the last day of school because he wouldn’t let her go in.
The hours she spent tied to the tree, her “hitching post” as her father
laughingly called it, were passed fantasizing about revenge. How could
she go on living like this? Her father thought of her merely as a cunt,
a receptacle for his male organ. Her mind, meanwhile, held cruel
thoughts of dismemberment. She thought how she would tie him down and
take the knife used for gelding the hogs.
But then she would hear the pick-up drive up, and she was torn between
shame and anxiety and hope that it would be someone else, wandered down
to this lonely bend in the river, and relief and disgust and shame, and
hopelessness, when she would hear his familiar grunting laugh as he
raised the curtain of willow branches to find his own personal, private
cunt, tied up and waiting to service him. It was always with a sigh of
relief that he unzipped his pants and let out the cockled creature that
was cramped in the confinement of denim.
Every night, after such days of humiliation, she went out to the barn.
Late at night when her parents were asleep, or her father was away
Lena’s mother seemed to have forgotten what she had practically
witnessed that one night when her husband had simply dragged his
daughter out to the barn. Or Mrs. Hanson’s brain could not digest the
information. Perhaps she thought that she had just imagined it, or
perhaps her own personal freedom from her husband’s sexual attention,
after twenty years of fear, rose above her concern for her daughter’s
safety. In any case, Mrs. Hanson did not mention the incident to either
husband or daughter, and she did not ask where Lena spent her days.
Lena was quite obsessed with fucking Red Beauty now. And she also had
turned to Black Pride for additional fucking-revenge. The horses had a
strange partnership with her. Black Pride looked on with horse-like
curiosity, his black eyes glinting in the starlight of the barn, as the
young girl slipped off all her clothes to meet her animal lover in the
nude. She brushed Red Beauty all over with the currycomb to make him
beautiful and get him in the mood. The horse’s sweat from the day
flicked off onto her own skin and sometimes she licked the drops of
horse sweat off with her tongue, savoring the sour taste. She loved to
play with the stallion’s furry sheath which housed his cock.
It was like a little furry bunting on a most slick, and unshy animal.
When the horse’s penis started to protrude, called forth by her able
hands, it looked like a slick roll of candy, like the rolls of candy she
bought in the store sometimes, except that it was much thicker. It was
so slick, much slicker than a human dick, that it was hard to hold it in
her hands and she liked to stab in into her mouth, and to think of the
wonder that she held a creature, a non-human by the cock in her mouth,
and felt less disgust than she did at the same act forced upon her by
her father’s member.
Sliding Red Beauty’s cock up the hole between her thighs, completely
nude, she let her hair sweep in the straw below and she caressed her own
“I hate you, I hate you,” she whispered in the dark to her absent
father. “I hate you so much I prefer taking the dick of your best
horses, your horses, father, your stallions, your stallions stick their
cocks in me. I take their long wet horse dicks in my mouth and I enjoy
it more, I enjoy it! I enjoy it more than your fat, horrid, hairy,
smelly excuse for manliness could ever bring me.”
Red Beauty had been mounted by her so many times that he had evolved a
way of pulling his cock in and out of her so that he could actually come
too. The slick red penis, like a dog’s, couldn’t get entirely inside
her, but the dick was stabbed in and out, while she clung to his
underside, spreading her legs wide. The horse knew its own pleasure,
too, she knew. For when it came, in a rush of horsecome, it whinnied and
shook, and kicked up on its hind legs a bit, taking her for a ride and
attempting to shove it into her woman’s inadequate vagina a little
further, knowing the bizarre excitation of fulfilling the sexual urge
with a creature not of your own species.
Black Pride she treated a little differently. Red Beauty looked on
curiously, and with a little jealousy, she thought, the first time she
made sexual advances to the second stallion.
Black Pride was very well hung, with balls that protruded around the
sheath of his cock. Black Pride was a more high-strung creature, and
Lena was afraid he might not allow her intimate touch. She approached
his genitals very slowly, stroking him with the curry brush all over,
first, braiding his mane, calming and exciting him at the same time. She
spoke to him, in a low, fervent whisper, telling him the story of how
her father raped her daily, and that the fornication of beast and
daughter was a fitting revenge on a man whose soul was lower than a
dog’s The horse’s big white teeth grinned in his mouth and she knew he
was ready and willing and able for she saw the bright red glint of his
dick between his black balls. She slipped under his belly. Again, he was
so tall she could bend over underneath him, and she back onto his cock,
holding her cunt open with her hands, the way her father had taught her.
She thought of her father thrusting into her as she stood bending over,
tied to the tree like an animal. It gave her pleasure to open her cunt
now to an animal tied by the neck in a stall. Horse-cock slid into human
pussy with great ease, as Red Beauty watched from the next stall. Black
Pride’s cock was not quite as long as Red Beauty’s, but it was thicker
by far, and she knew greater pleasure, for he could almost put it all
the way in, and it really filled her up.
She thought of the slickness of the horses’ cocks and wondered why men’s
cocks weren’t like that. Human male cocks were all dry, and human males
were so dumb they didn’t know how to excite a cunt to make it wet first.
They just shoved their dicks in and thought women enjoyed it!
Lena was coming with wonder at how anything less than this slick wet
fuck, in the stable perfumed with fresh straw and horse and cow dung,
could excite her. Her father’s bumbling fumbles down by the river, could
not compare with the adeptness with which his stallions, which he rode
out over the plain every day, stood still for his daughter, as she
opened her cunt and spread her legs wide and stuck her stuff down over
the horse’s willing cock. She slid in and out, back and forth, up and
down, feeling the horse’s delicious wet dick part her cunt down the
middle like a stripe of pleasure all down her body. When the horse
creamed inside her, she creamed too, and when she put her panties on to
sneak back to the house, horse come from her cunt filled her panties
with cream as she walked.
The day her period was a week overdue and she knew she wasn’t going to
get it was the day she boarded a bus for Iowa City and ran away from
She had been a woman now for a few months and had tried to do some
reading on the subject of prevention of pregnancy and on the biological
procedure of impregnating a woman. Biology class was vague on the
subject, and the information she could glean from the pussyfooting texts
in the school library was not very informative.
But when her period showed absolutely no sign of showing up, it did not
take a doctor to fill her up with the certain knowledge that she was
She was frightened. What would her father do if he found out? Would he
abort her? Loose interest in her? And then of course was the question of
the child’s father. She did not let her mind touch that grim subject at
all, until she had stolen her mother’s cookie jar money, all of
thirty-two dollars, and walked down the dusty road into town. Her father
was out in the fields working that morning, and her mother simply didn’t
She knew the stationmaster would remember that Lena Hanson had bought a
ticket for Iowa City, and that sooner or later he would get around to
reporting it to her father, once her absence was discovered. So she
bought a ticket first for a small town near Iowa City, and then bought
another ticket on the bus for the city. She had never been to a city
before. In fact, she had never been on a bus before, never been out of
her own hometown.
Ret, her older brother, lived in Iowa City, and she thought vaguely
about trying to find him. But she wasn’t sure if he would help her,
listen to her story and believe her, or simply return her to her father.
She would work out that problem when she got there, she decided as she
allowed herself to sink into free slumber, when had she ever felt so
free in her life? she wondered in her dreams, as the bus rolled out onto
the highway parting the fields of young growing wheat.
It was with great pleasure that she opened her eyes once just as the bus
was passing her father’s own fields. She could see him, as she slumped
behind the tinted window of the bus, bending over, struggling with a
root that lay in the tractor’s path. She could see the bulge of his
sexual apparatus and she laughed snidely and her hands instinctively
went down protectively over her crotch until the bus had rolled on.
The man sitting in the seat beside her raised his eyebrows at the very
luscious young girl, fully developed, with lovely breasts and arms and
thighs, holding her crotch with her hands. He turned a page of his
newspaper and decided he would talk to her later on, for now, he saw,
she had fallen asleep in the same position.
She had horrible dreams: of being in a cramped, filthy apartment that
smelled of her mother’s boiled cabbage. She was lying down with the
lower half of her body naked and her knees raised as a hideous old woman
tried to extract a baby from her cunt. She was asking the old woman if
it were possible for a human girl, a woman to become impregnated by
another species, say, by a horse. The old woman didn’t answer. She just
kept pulling at something that was stuck in Lena’s cunt.
Lena kept asking and asking, but all she heard was the old woman’s
wheezing and cackling. Lena felt something hard, like a hoof, kick
against her stretching, straining thighs and she asked again, “Could a
woman couple with a horse and have a …”
“Could a couple live in a house?” the man beside her was repeating.
She wakened to find it nighttime. The bus was pulling into a city. She
knew it was a city because there was so much noise and motion all around
them, and for as far as she could see there were bright shifting lights.
“You were talking in your sleep,” the man said. “You were asking
something about if a couple could live in a house. My name’s Bill. Where
are you going?”
“Um, Iowa City,” she said. “To visit my relatives. Are we here,” she
turned to the window.
“Almost,” he said. He was a handsome, friendly looking man. He carried a
leather attach_ case and he spoke to her as if she were his age, which
made her feel very grown-up. She was grown-up, she thought ironically.
She was going to have a baby, or rather, an abortion.
“We’re still in the suburbs. But we’ll be in Iowa City soon. I’m getting
off there too. Will your relatives be meeting you at the bus stop
there?” he asked.
“N-no,” she said.
“Then perhaps I could accompany you for a while, until they come to pick
you up. I could help you get a cab, or find a phone.”
“Thanks. Maybe,” she said. She had to think fast now. She didn’t know
what her plans were going to be. She looked slyly at this man named Bill
now, wondering if he would help her if she confided in him. Maybe he
could tell her where she could go to get an abortion, and how much it
When they got into Iowa City proper, she allowed him to take her into
the bar across from the bus station. She had made a stop in the ladies
room and put on some make-up that a girlfriend had given her as a joke
for a birthday present last year. She had never before had occasion to
When she came out of the bathroom, she walked over to where Bill waited
for her at the bar.
“Well,” he said when he saw her. “I bet they won’t even ask you for an
He was right. They served her a martini, which was what he was drinking,
without carding her.
“Just how old ARE you? For the record’s sake,” he asked her, whispering
in her ear. In her jean skirt and red blouse and nice sandals, all
filled out with her lovely buxom, womanly form, she looked quite adult.
“Eighteen,” she said.
“That’s old enough,” he replied judiciously ordering two more martinis.
He knew of course that she was lying.
After a few martinis they were quite good friends, and she didn’t even
flinch when he slid his hand right up her skirt to her thighs.
“You’re not new at this, are you?” he smiled. He had a cute wispy blond
mustache and he didn’t seem so old to her anymore.
“What do you do?” she asked him. “Why are you in Iowa City tonight?”
Bill said, “I’m a traveling salesman, honey. I sell soaps and perfumes,
and anything else a lady might like, door to door. Iowa City’s my home
base. I’ve come home for a little rest spell before hitting the road
again. Do you have anywhere to sleep tonight little honey? Looks like
your folks didn’t know you were going to be on this bus.”
“Look, I do need a place to stay,” she admitted.
It wasn’t until they had helped each other down the streets, to a crummy
side street near the train station, and up a flight of foul-smelling
stairs and into his furnished one room, that she confessed to him her
“I’m in trouble. You know, my boyfriend got me in trouble. And I’ve come
here to Iowa City to … get rid of it. Can you tell me where to go?
What to do?” she asked. She didn’t even sound or feel pathetic as she
asked for this stranger’s help and advice. She was sitting quite
comfortably, one leg over the arm of a moth-eaten chair, as he mixed
them some more martinis in an empty apple juice jar.
“Ah,” he said debonairly. “In trouble. Boy trouble. Well, I’m just glad
to know that I’m not the first, in your case, to be corrupting the …”
he eyed the space between her spread legs, “morals of a minor.”
“Can you help me?” she asked. She massaged her boobs under her blouse
and stretched coyly, looking at him from under lidded eyes.
He got up and wrote down a name and address on a piece of paper. “Take
the number one bus to Grove St., about twenty minutes from here. Say you
know a friend of Gina’s.”
“Thanks,” she said, tucking the slip of paper in her bra.
“Let’s go to bed,” he said.
They both climbed joyously into the big old springy double bed. It was
high off the ground and the springs were so old they sagged all over. It
was like trying to lie down in soft cheese, and they laughed and giggled
and pulled each other’s clothes off.
Bill exclaimed at the softness and hugeness of her tits. Even for an
eighteen-year-old, she was well developed. He couldn’t touch her boobs
enough with his face and tongue, rubbing his cheeks against them and
licking them all over. He wanted to rub his feet on her boobs and his
stomach and arms, and of course his cock which grew hard as he rolled
back and forth in the valley between her boobs.
They kissed, their tongues exploring each other’s mouths, while she let
her hands slip down and run all over his veined cock and tickle his
hairy balls. She liked to squeeze his balls in her hand, gently, and
feel the one ball roll into the other. She wondered if she could make
them switch sides.
Meanwhile, he seemed content to kiss her mouth with his tongue, sticking
it way in deep, running over her teeth.
She thought he would never turn his attention to her more pressing
parts; he avoided touching below her waist at all with his hands. She
wondered if something was wrong with him, and checked once quickly with
No, his penis looked all right, large and hard.
Suddenly, with the forthright understanding of a twelve-year-old, she
sat up in bed and took his head in her hands. “Haven’t you ever fucked a
girl before? Is this the first time?”
He blushed in shame.
“How old are you?” she asked.
“Twenty-two,” he said.
She put her tongue between her lips and shook her head in coy dismay.
Her boobs shook too in sympathy and he dove for them, sucking them,
pulling them around either side of his head.
She let him play that way a while longer, then she pushed his hands away
and said, “Are you ready?”
“Sit back there, no farther away. Way back, at the foot of the bed
there, and just watch, so you get accustomed to what you see. When you
want what you see, come and get it,” she whispered.
He positioned himself at the foot of the bed as she had commanded and
watched her. She propped the pillows up behind her so she could lie back
She pulled down her white panties and spread her legs with her knees
bent so he could take his first look at live female pussy. But she found
that staring at his youthful fuzzy mustache distracted her so she closed
She was thinking of the horse, Red Beauty, and his long slimy dick, when
she parted her pussy with her fingers and showed him her meat. She stuck
two fingers in, one on each side, and brought up for his viewing
pleasure some of the redder, wetter inner meat. She poked her fingers
way deep inside. They came up and out wet and shining and she made him
lean over and sniff her fingers and lick them.
She parted the labia to show him the sweet little canal of pussy flesh
that invited him down into the thicker meat of the love cave. She
diddled with the labia, swatting them with her fingers so they filled
with the excretion of desire and sat up bold and hard. The little nub of
flesh between the labia she tweaked with her fingers.
“Wait, let me,” he said. And he followed her directions like a willing
pupil. She had creamed and creamed again under his deft fingers when he
finally withdrew his sticky hands, and said, “I want it now.”
“Take it baby, it’s all yours,” she said. And she held her cunt parted
with her fingers for him as he brought his dry big cock to her opening.
At first touch his cock became wet with her cunt-wetness and the big
bulbous head of his cock started to slide right into her cuntmeat, like
a kid being pushed off a slide.
He sank into her, and his cock parted her warm meat like a knife sinking
into tender steak. He couldn’t believe that it was his cock, his own
aching, denied member, that could do so much so easily to this yielding
pussy beneath him.
She WANTED him to stick his fingers in her as he stuck his big
cock-finger in and out of her, she wanted him to smell the stale, fishy
odor of her cunt. He could smell it as he turned away from kissing her
mouth to stare down at the big animal–the red dick, that was taming her
and making her melt like chocolate left out in the sun.
It was so different to come into a girl’s pussy after a lifetime spent
coming in his own hand. Her pussy was so … soft and enclosed and
slippery. She gripped his dick with her pussymuscles tighter than he
could ever grip with his hand, and she didn’t let go. It felt like some
creature had attached itself to him and was sucking on him, and he let
her pussy suck and suck and suck him until he lost control and spurted
his thick white cream into the deep pussy-smelling cunt.
They both sighed with pleasure, and soon after began touching again. He
just could not get enough of her breasts, and he loved to watch her open
her cunt to him from all different angles. He couldn’t believe a woman
would get on her hands and knees and let him look straight at her open
cunt and her ass. It turned him on.
In the morning neither of them was very rested. Nevertheless, at noon,
he swatted her out of bed. He had to report to his office, and she had
to go take care of her business.
Gina was his sister, it turned out, and the abortion would cost one
hundred bucks. Lena almost cried when she heard this. Bill had told her
it might be expensive, but he hadn’t known what the current going price
was. The price was always changing depending on the current status of
the anti-abortion laws in the state. She cried in Bill’s arms that
night, and he stroked her hair and told her not to worry.
“But where am I going to get a hundred dollars?” she sobbed. “I don’t
have any money left.”
“You can get a job he told her,” trailing his fingers in her cunt. He
was quite bold now.
“A job doing what? I can’t do anything,” she said, writhing with
“They need a girl, to waitress, at the cafe down the street,” he
suggested, placing his mouth on her cunt and trying the pleasures of
eating out a young girl for the first time in his life. His tongue
slipped way down deep inside her and she cried out in pleasure. It was
like a little dick, except much more acrobatic than a dick, slipping and
sliding inside her now, like a seal. He stuck one or two fingers inside
her now too, while he continued the manipulations with his tongue. One
finger plied inside her cunt, making her clit stand up tall and salute,
while another lesser-privileged finger, stayed on duty at the fleshy
mound between her labia making her come in two ways at once.
She couldn’t let such sincerity go unnoticed. She promptly sat up,
turned around and licked his hard cock with her hard, flattened tongue.
She licked the cock starting at the bulbous head and straight down the
underside of it, holding the pleased creature between steady fingers.
After such rubbing had strengthened the hardness of the cock even more,
making it stand up even straighter, she placed her lips over the top of
the penis, so that the slick head of the dick slid in and out of her
mouth while her hands frenzied him up and down.
Her fingers pumped the white cream up the shaft while her soft firm lips
sucked the stuff out of him and slurped it up.
The next morning she went down the street to go to work. The train
station district was rough and dirty, and she only wore an apron for two
hours before she turned it back in and walked down the street stumbling
and crying She couldn’t make change fast enough for the rough customers,
and she dreaded their snide remarks and pinches on her behind. She was
not cut out to be a waitress and she’d made only a quarter in tips. At
that rate, she’d have the baby before she could get the abortion.
She waited for Bill in his room all that day. He came home with bad
news. He was leaving for Tulsa, Oklahoma the next morning. He assured
her that she could stay in his room in the meantime.
He took her out that night to cheer her up. He’d just gotten paid. He
took her to one club and then another that he knew. They ended the night
in a place one flight down where the drinks were cheap and the clientele
bawdy, drunk and bizarre.
Women were dressed up in plumes and sequins and tight gowns and they sat
all over the men and danced with them as if they were making love. The
men drank and roared and were loud with their lewd jokes. There was an
act coming on and everyone was waiting for it with great anticipation.
“From Mexico, Tequila,” Lena heard one man say to another. “Girl does it
with a donkey!!!”
“Really, man? Shit. Women are disgusting. Shit. That’s one thing I can’t
wait to see!!” replied his friend, a hairy man with a big stain down the
front of his white shirt.
“I wonder what she gets paid for doing it,” said Bill at her ear.
Lena wondered too and already a plan was forming in her head. She didn’t
say anything about it to Bill. But she waited with interest for the act
to begin too.
The act, when it finally happened, was very disappointing. At least Lena
thought so. The crowd didn’t seem to be well versed in the art of
fucking an animal, so they didn’t seem to notice how Consuela, the
Mexican senorita, faked it.
Maybe they noticed and didn’t care, pondered Lena, sipping her drink and
watching Bill’s face as it grew red with lasciviousness and he gripped
her thigh. Maybe the crowd felt they got what they paid for when they
got excited by the mere idea of a woman fucking a donkey.
For all Consuela did was come out in a kinky costume of leather, and
high-heeled leather boots. She wore a mantilla in her hair, and a veil,
and she did a striptease. Paring down slowly, in time to rhythmic music,
to a black bra that revealed more of her long sleek boobies than it
covered, and a g-string that split open her cunt and disappeared between
her buttocks behind, she was quite sexy-looking, Lena had to admit.
But Lena was more interested, professionally, in the donkey. It was
brought on and tethered to a post at the beginning of the act when
Consuela started to strip. She directed her striptease at the donkey,
but he didn’t seem to notice or care when she spread her legs in front
of his nose and played with her cunt for him.
Lena couldn’t even see that the donkey, a dirty, but not old thing, got
Then after much splitting of her cunt and her ass, and playing with her
tits for the audience’s sake, Consuela sat down on the donkey’s back,
her open cunt flat against his hide, and rode him around back and forth
on the stage while she squirmed and let on that even this felt good.
Finally, as the hoots and hisses of the crowd urged her on, she crawled
beneath the grey creature and locked her legs up around his back. Her
back lay on the floor and she pretended to touch the donkey’s genitals
with her hands. She smiled a big wet grin at the audience and said, “Oh,
he is so big. I want his donkey-dick in me.” And as the audience
whistled and yelled, she moved her hips up as if she were inserting a
dick in her, and then she moved back and forth. But all the action was
really hidden from view. It was just a simulation, Lena decided, though
Consuela brought the house down with applause. She went through the
tables after that, in her g-string and bra, collecting tips in a hat.
“How did you like that?” Bill asked afterwards, as they made their way
home supporting each other through the hot dry streets.
“It was okay,” said Lena nonchalantly.
“Think you’d ever like to do it with a donkey?” he asked.
“Nope,” she said.
He left the next morning for Tulsa saying she was welcome to stay until
he got back and he was sure she’d find some way to make money. She
kissed him goodbye and then went back to bed. That afternoon she managed
to let a shop clerk allow her to buy some clothes; a pair of sexy
panties, black with a slit at the crotch, and a bra with open holes for
the nipples to slip through, on credit.
She took these with her back to the Black Pussycat, the bar where the
donkey act was playing. She knocked on the basement door and was told
the Black Pussycat didn’t open until ten.
“I’m here to see Consuela,” she said, and finally she was admitted after
she told the voice she had some money for Consuela.
The Mexican girl, (Lena doubted whether she was really even Mexican),
was sitting in her dressing room eating dinner. She listened curiously
to the strange girl’s proposal to take over her act for a few nights.
“How much do you make a night?” Lena asked.
“I make about fifty bucks a night,” Consuela blew blue smoke out of her
reddened lips. She was dressed in a torn and dirty silk kimono and she
sat amid a dressing room full of clothes: feather boas, more dirty silk
kimonos, g-strings in all colors and the like.
“The bar gives me twenty-five and I make the rest in tips,” Consuela
“I’ll give you the twenty-five bucks every night for a week, if you’ll
let me do the act and collect all the tips,” the confident Lena said.
“How do I know you can handle this act?” asked Consuela coolly. This
girl looked mighty young to her.
“Where’s your donkey? I’ll show you.” said Lena.
Consuela took Lena around to the back where there was a shed in the
yard. The donkey, whose name was Pepe, was in there munching on his
With one adept movement, Lena dropped her panties and lifted her skirt.
Then she was down on the ground under Pepe. Her hands quickly, gently
stroked his furry sheath, so much smaller than the cock-holders of her
beloved stallions back home.
Before the donkey could realize that someone new was playing with him,
his sheath had released his tiny little cock, all slick and red like a
stallion’s, but so much smaller!
Lena laughed at the thought of how cushy this job would be, as she
relaxedly pulled her cunt up over the donkey’s cock and began going up
Consuela stared wide-eyed and finally said, “Okay! Okay! My god, you can
stop now! I believe you can do the act!”
Lena dropped back down to the ground and rolled out from under the
donkey. Pepe seemed to look at her with some malevolence in his red
donkey eyes, because she had excited him so far, more than he had been
excited in a long time, as Consuela did not allow him to mate with
females of his kind while they were on the road, and yet she had not
brought him to ejaculation.
Lena laughed and patted him on the head. “I’ll see you tonight Pepe.
You’ll get another chance.” She shook hands with Consuela on the deal,
and then Consuela took her to meet the proprietor of the house and
explain the change in the act for the next week to come.
That night, or rather the next morning, for the donkey act didn’t go on
until one in the morning, Lena was all set. She was a little nervous,
she had to admit, because she had never performed in front of people
before, not even in a school play.
But she reminded herself what the money was for: an abortion, and
freedom, a beginning of a new life of independence and freedom, far away
from the man who first poured a male’s smelly corruption into her body
and left her with no peace in life.
Lena began her act differently than Consuela. Lena came on in a filmy
black nightie that just barely came down to the top of the black briefs.
She wore high black heels and she pretended to be waiting for her
husband to come home. She pretended to be dusting her home with
Consuela’s big black feather duster, and she raised her black negligee
and dusted her big swaying boobs while the audience whistled and licked
its lips. Then she bent over and showed the crowd the split in her black
panties and she pretended to dust what lay between the split. She
indicated to the audience that she sure wished her husband would come
home because she wanted to … and she made gestures with the handle end
of the duster which left no doubt about what she wanted to do.
The crowd roared with laughter when the donkey walked on stage and Lena
pretended to express love and delight that her darling husband was home.
She caressed the donkey’s face and ears, murmuring “Pepe” in his scruffy
She removed the nightie and swung her breasts before the donkey. The
audience loved the way her dusky nipples hung out, exposed, at the end
of her long white tits, still partially encased in the lacy black
But the crowd was getting restless. They were urging her on.
She winked at them and sat down behind the donkey, with her knees
spread. The audience couldn’t see her head then, concealed behind the
animal, but they could see, quite clearly, one of her little white hands
as it massaged first the hairy sheath of the animal’s genitals, and then
the slickened red dick as it grew and grew out of the dull fur. The
audience clapped louder and louder as the donkey dick grew.
The audience could also see quite clearly what she was doing with her
other hand, which was sunk deep into her cunt. They could watch her
rooting in and playing with herself.
One man couldn’t restrain himself (the music too was very slow and
rhythmic) and he ran up to the edge of the stage and put his hand out to
her pussy. His arm didn’t reach though and someone pulled him down.
Now it was time to do her stuff. The donkey’s cock was fully erect.
She slid her body entirely underneath him and then, with the audience’s
eyes full on the erect red cock, she grasped the creature between her
legs and slowly inserted the wet dick up her thighs, into her cunthole
which she held open for it.
The audience was entirely silent as, as if with one pair of eyes, they
watched the slimy red donkey cock disappear into the cunt of the
She slid back and forth on it, allowing the red slimy erection to make
itself seen by the audience each time, before she slid back down on it,
and each time the audience cheered. With one hand she massaged the belly
of the animal, to calm him and make him stand still while she did the
Now she was moving, sliding, up and down very fast. It didn’t feel like
much to her. It felt like Bill’s little finger. But the audience loved
it and so did Pepe because suddenly she felt a little squirt of hot
juice and the donkey had come inside her on the last plunge.
Immediately she jumped and parted her cunt to let the crowd see the
white donkey semen slipping out of her red cunt and across the slit of
her black panties.
They cheered. Consuela, watching from the wings, clapped.
Someone threw her a rag, and she wiped herself. Then she descended down
into the pit where the drinkers were, to talk with them, and let some of
the more well-dressed men stick a finger or two up her now clean cunt,
while she collected the greenbacks in an old top hat she had found in
Consuela’s dressing room.
In a week, Lena had made over $300. Her act was a big hit. Even Consuela
was impressed. Sunday she went to the house of the woman named Gina to
have her pregnancy aborted. She was terrified.
She was too afraid to ask the woman if women could bear the fetus of an
animal. She felt awkward at the idea of having to explain about Red
Beauty and Black Pride. Other people wouldn’t understand. They would
think it weird, strange, and abnormal, for a young girl to have made
love with horses.
Gina was a buxom, middle-aged woman with a red wig. Not your typical
mid-wife. But she was efficient and businesslike, and in no time she had
Lena off the table with the good news that she was pregnant no longer.
“What was it?” Lena asked, fearfully.
“What?” called Gina from the next room. “You just lie there and rest for
a while. A couple of hours if you need to. Try not to talk.”
“But, I mean, the baby, what was it?”
“It wasn’t much, honey. I don’t want to upset you, but it wasn’t a
healthy normal fetus. It’s just as well it didn’t come into the world.”
“What do you mean?” called Lena trying to get up. An incredible pain
seared her thighs as she did so, and she immediately lay back down on
“Just you rest. I’ll be back in a while with something for you to drink
that will help you heal,” Gina said, and she went away.
While she lay there, Lena had a lot to think about. What would she do
next, for example. Would she stay here in Iowa City? What would she do
when her money ran out again? Could she possibly go back home, and take
up that existence of swinging between being raped by her father and
making it with his horses?
She wondered if he would ever find out how she had gotten her revenge on
him, right under his nose. She thought for a moment too about Brad King.
She wondered if she’d ever see him again. Did he ever think about her?
She didn’t know.
Life certainly was confusing. There was no clear path to follow, as
there was in her mother’s day.
Lena thought about her mother, giving birth to all those babies, and
then watching them die, or grow up and leave home. Had her father gone
back to abusing and beating her mother now that Lena had left home? Had
he made any attempt to look for her? She was surprised every morning
when she woke up in Bill’s nice big double bed in the room streaming
with sunlight that it hadn’t all disappeared in the night and that she
wasn’t home again, having to get up to feed the chickens and pigs, and
dread the sound of her father’s footsteps.
She spent a couple of days taking it easy. She bought herself some
clothes with the remaining money she had and took herself out to a nice
restaurant where she resolutely turned down the offers of admiring men.
Her money ran down and she had to go back to Consuela and the donkey
Consuela explained that she was only going to be in town another week.
After that she was moving on south.
Lena’s performance was greeted with enthusiasm by the audiences at the
Black Pussycat, as before, and she made some more money–enough to open
a modest bank account with. She felt very proud of herself.
On the last night of her act, Lena was startled by a familiar face in
the crowd. It was the face of Ret, her older brother. He was sitting in
the front row at a little private table and he had a woman with him.
She was sure Ret hadn’t recognized Lena as his own sister. She wore a
lot of makeup, and Ret thought she was back at home on the farm after
She had a note sent to him, asking him to be sure that he stayed for a
few moments after the act because there was a lady who wanted to see
She watched him receive the note and look around the room for the silent
lady and she saw the lady beside looking annoyed. After that, Lena
didn’t notice much else. She had to get it on with Pepe. Pepe was ornery
that night, as donkeys will sometimes be. She had added a little costume
for him to the act. He wore a straw hat with holes cut out for ears, and
a little pair of boxer shorts and a tie, so that when she called him her
husband it drew more laughs from the crowd.
Tonight Pepe’s dick got bigger than it ever had before. Pepe was
growing, or learning or both! Lena thought, as she crawled under him,
being sure to lift the filmy black negligee she wore high so that it
revealed her tits, which were as big as her thighs. She opened her legs
for Pepe. He shoved his cock in her, and this time it felt as big as
The audience gasped. They had never seen a woman make it with an animal
before, most of them. And that a woman would do it voluntarily, for
money, in front of others, was incredible.
“Pepe, I like your dick,” Lena crooned, going up and down on it. “My
little husband, why did you come home so late from work today? Have you
been seeing other women?” she asked him indignantly as she plunged on
top of him, and the donkey brayed, and the audience laughed.
After the donkey came, his white donkey semen dripping on the floor
beneath her, to the audience’s additional gasps, Lena went backstage for
a moment to clean herself. Then she came out again and went down into
the pit to collect her tips.
Often the men would like to put the bills on the corner of a table and
make her pick up the money between her legs with her thighs. She thought
this was very silly, but they insisted so she did it.
She still wore the costume from her act: the black nightie that came to
her navel, the black see-through briefs with the slit at the cunt, and
black high pumps. She had forgotten about the presence of her brother
and was feeling good tonight A black man put out a bill on the corner of
his table. She couldn’t tell whose picture was on the bill, but the man
was very good-looking and very well dressed. He looked quite wealthy and
he had a very fancy dame sitting beside him, so Lena went all out.
Each time she approached the table with her open thighs, to catch the
money, he moved the money farther back. Each time he moved it back,
Finally, Lena put one foot high on their table. Her black stockinged leg
caused quite a sensation, as did the slit of the panties she wore. With
her leg lifted, all could see quite clearly, and from close up, the pink
slit of her own, that lay between the black slit of the panties. Someone
put a coin in the jukebox, and slow sexy music began. Lena began to
gyrate, with her leg raised, in time to the music. It would be good for
tips, she figured.
The black man let her have the bill–it turned out to be a $100.00, and
she moved on to the other tables. Many of the men wanted to reach out
and touch her pussy with their fingers–just touch it, and she let them.
The little timid fingers reaching out to her just vaguely tickled the
outside of her cunt, and she had to part her labia with her own fingers,
and dip her own fingers in her honeypot and make her own clit and labia
painful with desire and lust, in order to give the men the kind of sight
they wanted to see: a cunt that was wet and inviting, as if it were just
waiting to be penetrated by one of their dicks, many of which we’re hard
under the tables of the little joint. Finally to a last drumbeat, and a
last bump and grind, Lena hurried to the dressing room in back to change
and make her appointment with her brother. She hoped he was still
He was. She walked up to his table and said, “Excuse me, I am the lady
who sent you that note. May I join you?”
The woman sitting next to Ret gave a cold look but Ret said, “Please
“You don’t know who I am,” Lena said.
“No,” he gave a quizzical look at the woman.
“I’m your sister, Lena.” she said. Ret almost fell off his chair
“Good God,” he said. “It is Lena.”
She still had on her makeup from the act, but she was wearing street
clothes now. Still, the last time he had seen her was when she was seven
and still a little girl. Now, at almost thirteen, she had changed much,
“This is my wife, Carol,” Ret introduced the two women. Carol was very
silent and not too friendly.
“Where are you staying? What are you doing in Iowa City?” Ret asked.
Lena said “Let’s go somewhere else where we can talk.”
They went back to Ret and Carol’s place. Ret and Carol lived in a
trailer in a park outside of town. They had a Ford station wagon.
Inside the trailer they offered Lena a drink. She accepted and then sat
down happily. She felt at home. She started to ask Ret and Carol how
long they had been married and what they did for a living and how they
liked Iowa City and how long they had been there, and had they heard
from their parents lately?
But Ret and Carol plied her with questions without answering any of the
ones directed at them. Lena, under the influence of the drinks, spoke
quite freely with them. She even cried a few times in recounting her
story of the last year.
“Ret, you know how father always abused Mother? How we would often hear
her screaming in the middle of the night? I know you remember because I
know that’s partly what drove you away when you were fifteen. That, and
there being no future on that farm. Well, I’m only thirteen myself but I
had to get out too. On my own.”
“Ret, Daddy, well, he came to me as if I were a woman he met in one of
his places. You understand what I’m saying? He raped me. Many times. He
was making it a way of life. I had to get out. So I came here. They
don’t know where I am, and I don’t know what I’m going to do, but all I
know is, it’s so good to have found you brother, and you too, Carol. Now
I feel as if I have a real family.
They put Lena to bed in the living room for that night. Ret and Carol
retired to their own end of the trailer.
They stayed up late talking. Mr. Hanson had put up a reward for Lena’s
return and they knew of it. He was offering $700 for any information
leading to the return of his daughter. Ret and Carol needed some
In the years since Ret had left home, he had done many different things
to make a buck, but mostly he had drifted. He’d been a used car
salesman, a door-to-door brush salesman, he’d sold encyclopedias and
drugs. He’d even made his way for a while on the strength of his poker
game, and he’d let one or two girls support him with what lay between
He’d been with Carol now for about a year. They were pretty tight. Carol
was a lot older than she looked. She was 45, and her red hair was a wig.
She wore lots of makeup and had a petite figure, so that people often
did not realize her age while she sat beside the youthful Ret.
Ret liked Carol. Perhaps he found in her the mother he’d never had in
his own mother. Mara Hanson had been no less able to defend or protect
her son from her husband than she had been able to protect Lena. And
Roland Hanson had not been easy on his son either. He had worked him
hard, giving him no money, and often let him feel the lash of his riding
crop or the rock of his fists.
Unfortunately, Ret had not become a kind, understanding, compassionate
person after all his suffering. He had instead his father’s brute-like
Unlike his father _ forced into by circumstances. At least that was how
he looked at it now. He did not like to have to plot, as he did in bed
now with Carol, against his own baby sister. But he needed money.
In the morning, Carol made them all breakfast: powdered scrambled eggs
and instant coffee and grits. It was in the morning that Lena realized
Carol was not as young as Lena had originally thought. She saw that
Carol’s red hair was a wig. She saw the lines beneath Carol’s thick
make-up. But the couple was very friendly to her and insisted that she
go back into town and get all her things and come and stay with them.
Ret drove her to Bill’s house where she picked up her clothes. He took
her out to lunch at a nice place where she had beer and wiener
schnitzel. They went back to the trailer where Carol was waiting for
them. Carol had gone out that day and bought some rope.
Ret had to run into his bedroom in the back where he broke down crying.
Carol had followed him in. She held him in her arms and spoke to him
“Honey, I know she’s your sister, but it’s dog eat dog in this world,
and it’s either us or her. You know how we could use those seven hundred
smackers baby,” she said.
“I know,” he sobbed into her tits.
“We could take that little trip out west we been talking about for so
long. To the Yellowstone Park. You know how much I want to see that
geyser I been hearing about all my life since I was a little girl. And
the Grand Canyon? And you could meet up with that big poker game that
happens in September. Honey, it could mean our whole future,” she dried
They plied Lena with liquor and talk that night, and she fell asleep
intoxicated on the couch again. When she woke up in the morning she was
tied and bound to the sofa.
“What? What’s going on here?” she immediately began to yell.
Ret and Carol awoke to her screams. It was only seven o’clock in the
“Oh jiminy, the kid’s screaming,” said Carol.
“Honey, what are we going to do? I can’t go out there and look her in
the face,” said Ret.
“I’ll take care of it,” said Carol. She slipped a torn bathrobe over her
body, covering up her sagging breasts, and went out into the living
room. She surveyed the pathetic creature on the couch.
Lena was beautiful, as beautiful as Carol had once been, many years
before. Lena’s lips were a rosy red as she awoke in confusion, and the
passion of her fear flushed her cheeks. Her body spoke for itself, all
curves and young firm flesh as she twisted in her bonds. Carol had tied
her well the night before, securing her hands behind her back and tying
her feet together, and then tying the whole to one of the legs of the
She gave Lena a glass of water to quench her thirst, and said, “Honey,
the stiller you lie, the better it will be for you. Now we’re only doing
what’s best for you. You know your brother would never harm you. Just
trust his judgment.”
But as Lena continued to squirm and holler, Carol was forced to gag her
with a dishtowel from the sink. Then she went back to Ret’s bed.
They left her tied up that day. She was hungry and thirsty and she
couldn’t even get to the bathroom. She was sobbing the whole time
beneath her gag at her brother’s treachery. She didn’t even know what he
intended to do with her, not knowing about the reward her father had
offered for her which Ret intended to collect.
The only company she had all day was Carol’s Irish setter. It was a
beautiful dog and though Carol had instructed it to make sure Lena
didn’t escape, the dog was very sympathetic toward Lena. He came over
and put his head on her breasts and looked up into her miserable eyes
with his big, wordless dog eyes. He had a beautiful red coat which Carol
brushed every day. His red hair reminded Lena of Red Beauty and she was
at once comforted by the memory, and terrified. Something told her this
bondage was leading back to her life on the farm.
When Ret and Carol returned that night they conferred in their bedroom.
Ret told Carol he had answered the ad in the paper that offered the
reward, but he had not been able to speak directly to his father that
day. Mr. Hanson was apparently out of town following up another lead on
“Well, what do we do with her in the meantime, until we get in touch
with your old man?” Carol asked.
“Honey, I guess we just have to keep her here for a while,” Ret said
They returned to the living room, where Buster, the dog was sadly
licking Lena’s face which was wet with tears.
They untied the gag for a while.
Ret explained the situation: “Poor kid,” he said to her. Even untying
her hands and holding one of them. “You’re sick,” he told her. “I tried
to contact Dad to let him know where you are. You need to go home.
You’re too young to be out on your own yet. You need to find a man to
support you and help you. I don’t like to think of my very own sister
doing …what you were doing that night we found each other at the Black
“If you hate to see that sort of thing so much, what the hell were you
doing there yourself.” Lena asked viciously, grabbing her hand away from
him. She hadn’t related that part of the story to him about her and the
horses, nor had she told him of the deformed fetus of her abortion, or
of her abortion.
“Some women have to do those things,” Carol interjected. “But they’re
bad women. Not nice girls like you. We were only there to see some of
your brother’s business contacts.”
“What’s his business, prostitution?” sneered Lena.
Ret and Carol exchanged a glance.
Carol said, “She’s too young to, understand. Someday she’ll thank us for
rescuing her from a life like this, and for returning her home.”
“I will not, you hypocritical … I don’t know what the two of you get
out of this, but I’ll never forgive you, never!”
“Tie the gag on her again,” said Ret getting up from the couch and
looking away. Carol neatly replaced the gag.
Before they left the house again the next day, Lena begged to be allowed
to speak again.
“Well?” said Carol after the gag was off.
“When you inhuman robots leave me here like this, I can’t even get to
the bathroom!” protested Lena. “I’ll wet all over your couch.”
“Hmm, that’s true,” pondered Carol.
“What can we do?” asked Ret.
“Tie her up in the bathroom,” said Carol simply.
This they did. They simply moved her place of bondage from the couch in
the living room to the little bathroom where they tied her by the neck
to the sink. Carol had the additional bright idea of leaving Lena in her
black panties with the slit from her act.
“You can go anytime you want now, honey,” she laughed to see the
voluptuous girl, in her sexy black briefs, bound hand and foot, gagged,
and tied to the sink.
They closed the bathroom door and left the house.
The day passed slowly. Lena could hear Buster, the Irish setter,
whimpering just outside the door and she whimpered back in answer.
Buster kept pushing at the door. Trailers are made out of plywood and
cardboard, at least Ret’s and Carol’s was, and though they had locked
the bathroom door, Buster soon had pushed it open.
It was a great comfort to have some living creature who was sympathetic
to her. Lena sat on the tiled floor, miserable, and Buster came in and
put his head between her knees. She couldn’t pet him so instead she
rubbed her legs against him. His coat was shining clean and his eyes
were clear and intelligent looking.
“Buster, Buster,” Lena crooned.
Buster licked her bare legs. The dog nosed her crotch. Dogs, unlike most
people, do not have the sexual compunctions, taboos and niceties that
humans have, and since Lena was tied up and couldn’t push his head away,
he nosed freely at her crotch, able for once to get his fill of the
smell of the human female sex.
Lena kept rubbing against his flanks with her thighs and the dog lay
down between her legs. His tongue was long and thick, much bigger of
course than a human tongue.
Lena’s sex was catching on fire as she lay there with the living
creature between her legs. She thought of Bill, and his cozy furnished
room. She wished she had never accepted her brother’s supposed offer of
hospitality. She had been so happy at Bill’s. She wondered when he would
return, if she would still be here, or already back on her father’s
farm. She had left Bill a note, with the address of her brother’s
trailer on it. She dreamed of a gallant rescue, but knew that only
happens in books.
She thought of Brad King, and of that glorious night when he had found
her riding Red Beauty, and of how he hadn’t been shocked or ashamed or
disgusted by her, but had wanted her for his own. He had loved her, yes,
truly loved her that night. She wondered if he thought of her at all
anymore. He probably went out with so many other girls that she had
become only a vague memory.
She felt so sorry for herself, sitting locked in this john in a deserted
trailer. Her legs ached and she stretched them. The slit of her bikini
pants opened. The dog put his cold nose up to the pink flesh revealed by
“Oh, yes,” Lena sighed.
Buster sniffed and licked her.
It was quite an unusual sensation. The dog’s tongue was rough and bumpy
and he was able to lick her in a way she had never been licked before.
His tongue was able to cover the whole outside surface of her cunt with
each lick. But best of all was when he stuck his nose into the place
between her legs and it sunk in.
Then she groaned and shifted uneasily on the floor.
She looked down into his dog eyes. Did he know what he was doing?
Buster flopped over on the floor so that he was lying on his side. Lying
on the floor also, Lena noticed, was his dick, red and long like a
Lena laughed to think that she might even find a way to get some loving
here, in this ridiculous predicament of bondage that her brother had
forced her into.
The dog growled and licked her again and again.
Her labia filled with the liquid of desire, and became red and taut.
Underneath, in the inner cave, unseen, her clit too was excited and
standing up straight. Sometimes the dog’s tongue went in and brushed
against her clit. It was so frustrating: she couldn’t use her hands to
direct his licks or open her legs wider to allow him greater entry Her
ankles strained to loosen the bonds so that she could open her legs
more, and she shifted her hips a little so he might slip his tongue into
her sideways and touch the good part.
The dog nosed aside the lace panty’s edge and loosened her up with his
dog’s saliva. He had crawled on top of one of her legs now and was
trying to hump her knee.
She laughed with sadness. “Buster, Buster,” she crooned under the
She wondered if the dog would be able to actually mount her, and how she
could aid him, and indicate to him to try.
Well determination always finds a way.
Buster was whining violently now, and his cock was larger. He was
inching up along her leg, and licking at her breasts now, and her
stomach She slid down a bit on the floor.
He lay against her chest while she rubbed her head against his head, and
his penis slid into the black slit of the panties, and the pink slit of
The dog was growling and making all kinds of convulsive sounds. Lena let
him make all the movements. Convulsively he slid his wet stick in and
out of her human pussy.
She felt a small dipstick being inserted into her. It tickled the first
two inches of her cunt. The bottom of her cunt was aching to be pressed
and filled and made wet. But the dog couldn’t help her out.
Instead, the frankfurter like member slid resolutely up and down on her
clitoris and in between her labia, while the dog whined.
Oh, indeed, it did feel good, after all, Lena realized, stretching her
knees on the bathroom floor.
The dog’s lower half moved furiously on top of her loins and she felt
the little dipstick slicking her cunthole’s opening, hitting all the
crucial spots with his erect dogcock.
The dog had an incredibly good time, and could carry on like this for
hours. The day passed with Buster mounting Lena, after first eating her
out. He would lie with his large head at her cunt and lick and lick and
lick her. His tongue didn’t have the muscles or intelligence to explore
inside her, so when she was worked to a frenzy by his licking of the rim
of her pussy, he could climb up her body until his slick dipstick was at
her hole, and he would jab it into her, making her come by the simple
speeding motion of his cock at her clit.
The room became filled with the smell of sex, of human pussy satisfied,
and of dogcock brought to fulfillment.
The dog would disappear for a few hours too, to get some water or lie
down, but he would always return to see how she was and if she wanted
more. She always did.
Ret returned that night alone. He said Carol had some business to do and
would return later. He didn’t say what her business was, but Carol was
walking the streets looking for a few bucks. She always got picked up.
For 45 she really looked alright.
When Ret opened the door of the bathroom to look in on his sister, he
was hit by a peculiar smell.
“It stinks in here,” he said. “Couldn’t even make it to the can,” he
muttered picking her up, untying her from around the sink and placing
her in the bathtub.
Lena started to try to hit out at him with her knees and body, so he
tied her to the towel rack over the tub. He only wanted to give her a
shower. She kept trying to lash out at him. He pulled her tee-shirt off
over her head and found himself staring at breasts like white melons.
Her nipples were hard like buttons, and the brown radius around the
nipples were like big cocoa stains.
Her navel was like a thumbprint in an otherwise flawless sculpture. Her
belly sloped gently down into her black briefs. There was a blonde trail
of downy hair leading down her belly into her briefs too.
She was holding her thighs tightly together so the two sides of the slit
in panties came together and modestly covered what lay beneath.
With her hands tied together and tied over her head to the towel rack
she was pretty much helpless however.
“I just wanted to give you a shower little sister,” Ret licked his lips.
He turned the water on and began to strip himself.
Ret was twenty-five and burly like his father. He was more well-hung
than his father, Lena noticed through the water coming down in sheets
over her face. Ret’s cock was big and hard. His legs were hairy. His
wild hair on top of his head matched the wild bush that grew around the
tower of power coming at her at crotch level.
“No! No!” she tried to scream. She could hear Buster whimpering outside
the locked door.
Ret looked at the beauty before him. The water streamed down over her
lovely neck, straining with fear, and down over her tits, swelling and
shaking. The drops hung suspended on the tips of her boobs and then
fell, onto her smooth white stomach, or into the pearly hairs clinging
to her briefs, or down onto her small feet.
He tore her briefs off her to watch the water find paths through her
pussy hair and down her legs.
He backed her against the wall by laying his hands on her lovely melons
and by putting his groin against her belly. Her hands strained to break
loose over her head.
The water was pouring down on him too, as he forced her legs apart with
his knees. His cock found her pussy, and it found it big, soft and
sweet. She was all loose and open to him, as if she had been making love
all day. His cock just nudged the entrance to her cunt and suddenly he
was all the way inside, stuffing her cave with his erect poker.
He powered his heavy cock up her cunt and felt her lovely tits all
along. Her flesh was so soft and yielding, though she continued to
fidget and strain, forcing him to take her out of the shower and tie her
onto a chair, with her legs tied wide apart.
Now he could get at her the way he wanted to.
Her pussy lay open before him, its blond hair glinting with water. The
red meat throbbed with terror before his cock which he swung in the air
He lowered himself and taking her tits in his hands and squeezing them
fully, he rammed his cock way up into her pussy and her tied legs could
not close to resist him.
Again and again he stuffed it into her. Her flesh was so young and sweet
and firm, not like Carol’s old tired flesh. Lena writhed, naked, her
hips and waist turning and twisting to get away from this onslaught, but
still Ret’s cock found its way home deep up inside of her and her flesh
responded while her mind refused to. Pussy muscles gripped the pole of
male flesh poking into her, and the pole pounded harder and harder while
the pussy muscles gripped. He blasted his white stuff into her cockpit.
He pulled his dipstick out and there was a flood of come on the chair
where she sat bound. He liked to look at this sight and stepped away to
observe, from the couch where he sat with his drink, his voluptuous baby
sister, going on thirteen, with her legs tied apart, unwillingly
revealing the charming sight of her pussymeat to him, all smeared with
Carol and Ret were smiling the next morning when they came out into the
living room where Ret had again tied up Lena for the night. Carol had
made fifty bucks the night before, for two jobs. And Ret had contacted
Lena’s father. He was coming to pick her up tomorrow. He was coming to
bring them the $700 tomorrow. Everything was looking up for Ret and
Lena trembled in fear all of that day. Ret and Carol hung around the
house, drinking and watching TV.
All day Ret stole sly glances at his sister. He couldn’t approach her
with his old lady there. Carol would be insanely jealous.
All day too, Buster kept trying to stick his head up between Lena’s
legs. That made Carol jealous too, and she kept calling to him, “Buster,
Buster, get away from her. Why can you imagine,” Carol continued talking
to Ret now as if Lena weren’t even there, “what kind of girl would make
it with an animal? I mean, a donkey? Shoot, you gotta be desperate to do
that sister. Now take me, for instance, I do it with men for money. I
don’t like to do it honey, but I do it for the money, and for you,” she
nuzzled Ret’s lips. She was sitting on his lap at one end of the couch
while Lena sat tied down at the other end watching them.
“I do declare, though, I’ll sure be glad to have that blue pair of eyes
out of my house. I wish she’d quit staring at me, like that, honey. Make
her quit staring.”
Ret was staring at Lena himself, and in his drunken buzz, he didn’t hear
most of Carol’s complaints. He was licking his dry lips with a dry
tongue and looking down at the crotch of Lena’s jeans.
“Honey!” Carol hit him over the head. “I said I want to have a little
fun around here. We should be celebrating. We’ve struck it rich. We’re
going out west. Honey, let’s have us a little party. Let’s call up some
people–Ray and George, and maybe Sylvia could come over, and help us
“Why not?” said Ret lazily tipping his drink. Carol got up to hit the
phone and call up her friends. The phone was in the bedroom.
Ret went over to his sister, stood over her, and just let his hand
dangle over her crotch. He lifted her shirt and caressed her watermelon
tits lavishly, until the titties were hot and excited. Then he pulled
her shirt back down over her chest and walked away. Carol came back out
from the bedroom gaily.
“They’re all coming over. We’ll have us a party. Honey, get out the
liquor. I’ll see if I can hunt us up some crackers and cheez whizzes or
Sylvia and George and Ray arrived altogether in the front cab of Ray’s
pickup. It was amazing to think they had all managed to fit into the cab
together because George’s enormous bulk–he must have weighed three
hundred pounds–was equaled and surpassed by Sylvia’s huge form.
Sylvia was a truck driver and she must have weighed 350. She was all
rolls of flesh. Every movement she made more rolls of fat tumble over
each other, and when she laughed, which she did often, and joyously, the
flesh fell into chaos, trembling and shaking all over. Her laughter
caused her breasts to avalanche down her belly, which avalanched down
over her thighs. Her legs looked like huge muttonchops, with the kind of
crevices in them that are caused by excessive weight.
Sylvia’s laughter also made everyone else laugh, and soon everyone,
except Lena was jolly.
Carol introduced Lena to the gang.
“This is Lena, Rettie’s baby sister. She was a bad girl and ran away
from home, she’s only–what are you–sixteen, honey? We called her Daddy
and he’s coming to get her tomorrow.”
“Well, I don’t know if I’m going to be able to party with a little
sixteen year old watching on,” drawled George. He had three chins, which
tumbled on top of each other as he raised his head and his glass. “I
mean, I don’t want to be corrupting the morals of no minor or nothing,
if you know what I mean,” he winked at Carol, who had put on a gold lame
dress for the occasion. The tight dress pushed her boobs up and together
and cinched in at her waist. She wore lots of makeup, bright red on her
cheeks and flaming green at her eyes.
Carol giggled, holding a highball with her pinky raised. She loved being
a hostess. “You don’t have to worry about corrupting the morals of this
minor. I told you she was a bad girl. Why she’s done things you wouldn’t
think of doing George Limpson.”
“Oh yeah? Like what?” George bellowed with laughter.
“Yeah, like what?” asked Sylvia with interest.
“You know that act that was playing down to the Black Pussy? That act
with the donkey from Tequila, Mexico?” Carol’s voice had lowered
Lena sat uncomfortably on the couch. Ret and Carol had agreed to untie
her and ungag her for the party and they both had said they trusted her
not to run away. If she did run away, Ret had explained, with his fist
in her face, she would regret it. His fist was the size of her father’s
and she had looked at it with quiet dismay.
“She was the girl!” said Carol pointing triumphantly at Lena.
Everyone looked at her and gaped with awe. “With a donkey!” Sylvia
started screaming with laughter, which set off George. Carol was
cackling in her phony high lady-like laugh which soon turned to burps.
Ray, a thin, quiet man with thin lips pressed tightly together, smiled
too. George and Ray owned and operated Ã’George and Ray’s Truck Stop.”
Tonight was their night off.
“She looks so innocent like,” said Ray quietly and that started everyone
off again, hooting with laughter.
“With a donkey,” Sylvia kept shaking her head and her eyes got a faraway
look as if she were trying to imagine it.
“Wish we had that donkey here now so she could give us a private
performance,” said George.
Lena said nothing.
Ret was watching her closely, licking his lips. He watched her tits
heaving as she breathed heavily with humiliation. He wanted her tits in
his mouth and her cunt around his dick so bad.
He said, “I don’t think my sister should have to listen to talk like
this. Maybe she made a few mistakes in life, but we all have, right? I
want to talk to her in the bedroom,” he said. And he got up and led her
“I think I better go and talk to her too,” said George. “I like to talk
to young folk. Set them straight about what life is all about.”
“Now don’t you fellas muss up my boo-doire,” said Carol blithely. She
was smiling at Ray. She had always had the hots for him.
Someone turned the music on somewhere, and the night became heavy and
foggy. Couples fell on top of each other in chairs in the living room or
in the bedroom, and got up off of each other and found an embrace
somewhere else. Bottles lay strewn all over the trailer, and wherever
you were, you could reach out and pour yourself some more of something.
Carol kneeled between Ray’s legs and unzipped the top part of her gown
so that her flabby breasts hung out. She pressed them against Ray’s
crotch and began undoing his zipper. Ray watched as if uninterested.
She pulled out his dick but it was soft and drooping. She let it roll
about against her breasts, but still it didn’t get hard. Carol looked up
at him from under her long fake eyelashes, and then slipped his dick
inside her mouth. It felt soft and small like a worm.
She bit it. She felt it harden a little bit as if an underground current
were picking up. Ray lay back against the chair and sighed and closed
“Suck me off, honey, suck me off,” he whispered, holding her head on his
dick with his hands when she tried to come off him.
She pressed down on his now hardening dick with her mouth. Her lips
pressed back the foreskin and the head of his cock emerged, shining and
hard. She felt for his balls, still in his pants, and gently eased them
out so she could play with him while she brought him off.
Sylvia sat on the couch across from them watching as she sipped her
She watched her friend Carol’s head bob up and down on top of Ray’s
torch, and she watched the pink flesh of Ray’s stick appear and
disappear into Carol’s mouth. His cock was smeared now with Carol’s red
lipstick, and the lipstick on Carol’s face was no longer on her lips but
all around her mouth as she furiously tried to please him.
“Harder. Faster. Up and down right here,” Ray showed her the vein to
follow leading from the tip of the cock to about half way down the
She followed this line, licking with her hard, flattened tongue, then
just rubbing with her lips pressed together, and with a little bit of
her tongue sticking out.
The smell of his cock turned her on. She had an appetite for cock
tonight and gladly she allowed the shape and feel of his cock to fill
her mouth and she hung on to the organ with pressing lips. She licked it
and squeezed it, and thanked him for allowing her to eat him. She didn’t
want him to come until she’d eaten as much cock as she wanted.
But she couldn’t hold him back anymore. He gripped the sides of the
chair and threw his head back and closed his eyes. His fingers stretched
as he felt the softness of the walls of her mouth squeeze with an
iron-like hold and her fingers squeezed at the base as if she were
squeezing candy up a stick. The come came bursting out of him like
champagne out of a bottle that’s popped its top. She almost lost his
dick as his stuff started flying. But she popped his cock into her mouth
at just the fight moment, and not a drop was lost. She sucked and sucked
the cock, squeezing it with her hands at the same time. She must have
swallowed two cupfuls.
“Did I come a lot?” asked Ray smiling from behind his thin lips.
“Mmmmmm, baby did you ever,” Carol licked her lips.
She climbed on top of him now and he slipped his hands inside her dress
to fondle her tits.
Sylvia sighed on the couch and got up and headed for the bedroom.
“Disgusting,” she said. “Why a woman would ever want to suck a man’s
dick I’ll never know.”
In the bedroom the action was hot.
George and Ret had quickly stripped Lena down to her essentials: her
George had recognized the panties from the act immediately. “That’s
them! I remember! With the red ribbon in the cunt hole like that!”
Lena was resisting however, and starting to shout so Ret showed George
how he gagged her and tied her hands, so she couldn’t punch them.
“Can I have her?” George asked with a shy grin on his huge face. He was
George hadn’t been near a young female body in so many years. Not a body
like this one, out of a sex magazine. The smoothness of her curves, the
shape of her knockers, the curve of her waist and the slope of her belly
into her mound–he wanted to dig his fingers into this delectable dish.
He pushed her back across the bed. Ret sat down on one of her legs and
smoked a cigarette. George more than pinned her other leg by pressing
one knee down on top of it. George was unbuckling his pants so fast, and
trying to shake them down over his flab that Ret had to laugh.
“Go slow, brother,” Ret said. “You got all the time in the world, or at
least in the night. She isn’t going anywhere.”
George was chuckling and heaving and panting. “You know, she’s still
your own sister. You sure you don’t mind?” he asked.
“Fuck her. She needs to be taught a lesson,” said Ret.
George first sank his huge fingers into her cunt. He stuffed his whole
hand up her, while her hands lay tied above her head. He just couldn’t
get enough of this pussy and he stuck his face into her cunt, ripping
apart the slit of the black briefs. He just slobbered right into her,
all over her, coming up for air, and to lick his lips and to breathe in
deeply the stink of her pussy.
Ã’God, I love that pussy smell,” he said. He looked up at her tits,
fallen now on either side of her body. He jumped up on top of her,
pinning her by the stomach, to luxuriate his hands in her soft mounds of
flesh. Then his head dove again back to her muff, where he sunk his
hands and tongue and nose and whole face in her. He was rooting in her
pussymeat like a fat pig rolling in swill.
His whole huge body was stretched across her while his face was sunk
between her legs, and his enormous cock was stabbing at her neck, into
her tits, into her eyes and face until finally it found the hole of her
mouth where it squashed its way in.
He was sliding gooey fingers into her cunt and stuffing his tongue into
her as if she were a Thanksgiving turkey, and whopping his whopper into
her mouth by raising and lowering his ass over her head. She was being
squashed and suffocated beneath him, and finally, to survive, all her
apertures just simply opened their widest–her mouth yawning hugely to
hold his dick which must have had a width of two or three inches. Her
cunt too was just flapping wet wide open beneath his greedy fingers.
Then in addition to all the discomfort, she was deluged with the flood
of his come. His semen poured all over her head and face and then
stabbed one last time down into her throat where he deposited the
greater part of his manly liquid, while she hastily gulped it down.
The bed was sopping wet when George got up.
Lena was whimpering and coughing.
Sylvia, who had been watching, shook her head in disgust and said,
“Well, I do declare. Either they find some woman fool enough to want to
do it voluntarily, or they strap some poor girl down and make her take
it in her mouth.” She spat on the floor.
“Syl, take her into the john and clean her up,” said Ret, smiling. He
knew Sylvia’s taste.
Sylvia said, Ã’Poor baby, come with me.” And she helped Lena to stand and
led her into the john.
George and Ret wandered back into the living room to find Carol in Ray’s
“Oh hi, honey,” Carol said jumping up. “Ray and I were just necking a
little. I think he’s so cute, don’t you?”
This made George laugh until his fat looked like it would jiggle right
off. He spent the better part of every day and night flipping eggs and
greasy fat right next to Ray and he didn’t think he was cute at all.
Carol decided to entertain the company with some exotic dancing and she
found her favorite record.
The men sat to watch her as she danced around the room, slowly unzipping
the front of her dress, revealing more and more. Finally the whole dress
came off. She was wearing panties like those Lena had worn, with no
crotch. But Carol had been a professional exotic dancer for many years.
She knew how to turn men on with a dance.
She rolled on the floor, lifting one leg then another, while the dusky
male voice on the record whispered what it would like to do to her, and
the men in the room rubbed their hard cocks under their pants.
She raised one leg, revealing her cunt. She was blessed with a very wide
organ. Her clit popped right out and she ran a cool finger over it for
just one second, just enough to make the men groan. Then she flipped
over on her hands and knees and spread her stuff.
She walked over to the pole that supported the living room and raised
one leg and pretended to masturbate her cunt along the pole.
“Oh, baby, go to it,” George cried out.
Ret licked his lips.
Some time after this, when the record was over, and Carol was nesting in
Ret’s arms while he soothed her flaming cunt with his fingers while
George looked on fondly, they remembered Sylvia.
“What the fuck is she doing in there with that girl?” said George
“Oh, who cares about that kid? Honey, do me. Don’t stop,” pleaded Carol
on Ret’s lap.
But Ret stood up, dumping her on the floor at the same time, and George
sprang up, if that monstrous tub of lard could be said to spring.
Moans and groans were coming from the bathroom and they pounded on the
door. Finally they forced it open.
The men hooted and howled at the sight they saw.
Sylvia lay naked on her back on the floor and she gripped the naked Lena
tightly on top of her body. Lena’s ass Sylvia kept tightly to her face
with her arms. Sylvia had Lena’s head securely between her own legs.
“Lick! Lick!” Sylvia was saying. She parted Lena’s cunt with her hands
and dove into her muff with her tongue and nose.
Carol turned away in disgust and went back into the living room.
No one knew exactly when the orgy of fucking and sucking ended. But it
was some time far into the night when Carol woke up, but heard a strange
moaning, whining sound which piqued her curiosity.
She got up and stumbled to find a light, tripping as she looked over
Buster. The flick of a switch revealed the dog lying between two legs:
Lena lay on the floor as if unconscious while the dog ate her out,
whining as it did so.
“Aaaaahhhh, everybody come see this!” Carol started screeching.
Ã’What? What the hell are you shouting about?” Ret came reeling up behind
her. He gazed down at the sight of the red-haired Irish setter slapping
its big tongue all over the cunt of the spread-eagled girl, lying where
she had last been fucked, by Ray.
He woke the others and they all came and peered over and stared at each
other wide-eyed. Then, as they silently watched, the dog, his slimy wet
dick dragging across the carpet, mounted the girl, putting his paws on
His dick fitted slowly into her cunt wet with the come of many fucks,
and the dog too took his pleasure on the form that lay beneath him.
“Well hot damn.”
“Now I’ve seen everything.”
“Carol honey, you always do throw the best parties.”
These were the remarks that escaped their unbelieving lips.
The dog came too, leaving his come as the final crowning touch on the
layers of come caked between the girl’s thighs.
The guests wandered off to fix themselves some fresh drinks.
The sound of the car honking in the driveway, and then of fists pounding
on the front door, brought them slowly to their shaky senses early the
“Who’s that?” mumbled Carol.
“Oh shit, it must be him,” whispered Ret.
“Take her into the john and try to clean her up. Sober her up. It must
be Pop come to pick her up.”
Ret washed his own face quickly at the kitchen sink and straightened out
his clothes. It had been years since he had seen his father. He felt
queasy now at the thought of confronting this man whom he had hated all
Carol had hustled Lena into the bathroom, and quickly washed her up in
there. She fixed her own hair and dabbed her face with make-up. She’d
had too much to drink the night before.
“Ret! Boy? Wake up in there!” The father pounded on the door. “I’ve got
your money!” Hanson was red in the face from yelling. His eyebrows were
deep furrows across his face and he barreled into the trailer past his
son whom he barely took notice of.
“Where is she?” he demanded. “If this is some fool trick …
“Hello Pop. No it’s no trick. Lena will be right out, my wife is helping
my friends, Sylvia, George and Ray. We had a bit of a party here last
“I’ll say you did,” said Roland Hanson, surveying the room in disarray.
He looked with disgust at the sprawling Sylvia as she attempted to
button her blouse over her huge breasts. Ray and George didn’t even
merit glances from him.
When Carol brought Lena out, Ret introduced Carol to his father.
“Dad, this is my wife, Carol.”
“Pleased to meet you sir, I sure have heard a lot about you,” Carol
cooed and shifted her hips. She was in the gold lame gown again.
“Please do excuse the mess around here. We had us a big shindig last
night and …
“Lena,” the father said, brushing away Carol’s words as if they were
flies. Lena was looking sullenly, hopelessly, at the carpet. Her father
put his hand under her chin and raised her face. The eyes that gazed at
him were not the clear laughing blue eyes of before. They were dull and
sullen and glazed over. It almost as if she didn’t see her father, but
she understood very well what was happening to her now.
“Uh, Pops, could you step over here a second …” Ret pulled his father
into the kitchen area. “Now about that dough,” he was saying and
“Yeah, here you go.” Roland reached into his wallet in his back pocket
and pulled out a fifty.
He slapped it into his son’s hand. Ret stared at it with unbelieving
eyes, waiting for more.
His father turned away as if to go back to the girl.
“Uh, Pops, this is only a fifty, you owe me 650 more,” the son laughed
“I owe you what?” the father turned around with a snarl.
Ã’Well, uh, er, the advertisement, that you put in the newspapers, it
said $700 for the return or information leading to the return of …”
“Yeah, but I changed my mind,” Roland Hanson sneered at his son.
“Besides,” he snickered. “she looks kind of used. You know what I mean?”
He left Ret standing open-mouthed in the kitchen, the paltry fifty lying
limp in his hand like an old dick.
“Why, Mr. Hanson, you’re just the spitting image of your son Ret there.
Or should I say that Ret is the spitting image of you? I think Ret’s one
of the handsomest man I’ve ever known in my whole life.” Carol picked up
cooing at Hanson when he came back to where Lena stood by Carol.
Again he paid her no mind except to look at her once closely. His son’s
wife was a bad-looking old woman. “Shit, he never did have no taste,”
Hanson said out loud, and then he simply said, “Thanks for returning my
daughter to me,” and he took Lena by the hand and led her out the door.
Everyone was silent as they listened to the truck doors slam and the
motor shift into gear. Then the gravel of the driveway spit as the truck
backed up and screeched out onto the pavement.
Carol broke the silence with, “Yippee! Yellowstone Park here we come!”
“Shut up,” said Ret going over to the picture window to watch the truck
turn out of the trailer camp and disappear down the road.
“What?” said Carol. “How much did he give you hon?”
“I said SHUT UP!” shouted Ret, Ã’and get out of here! All of you! Get
out! Get out!”
The guests began hustling into their clothes and out the front door.
“Honey, what’s wrong with you? What’s wrong?” they heard Carol shouting
inside as they piled into their truck.
Then they heard a scream inside.
“Fifty? He only gave you fifty? That BASTARD!! That BASTARD!! We’ll sue
him we’ll …”
The gravel in the driveway flew again as George and Ray and Sylvia
pulled out onto the pavement, with Sylvia at the wheel.
Lena and Roland did not look at each other. Roland kept his eyes on the
road Lena, hugging the window on her side, watched the road too but was
looking at nothing. She was in a state of trauma after the long weekend.
They had a long drive ahead of them, but Roland could see by her
condition, all her usual spunk was gone, that he would not have to worry
about her trying to jump out of the cab and escape again. Besides they
were going too fast.
After they had passed Lima and were really out on the open road, Roland
said to his daughter, “Get down on the seat.”
She turned and stared at him wordlessly.
“Get down on the seat girl, I say,” he snapped nastily.
“Roland, leave me alone,” she said wearily her blue eyes deep in haze.
“Get down on the seat with your little behind over here, close, where I
can touch it, in 30 seconds. And if you don’t move fast, do you know
what I’m going to do to you? I’m going to have you committed for the
rest of your stupid little life to a county institution for crazy
people. I reckon you’re just about crazy now, anyway. You look pretty
crazy to me. And I guess Doc. Elbert would say you look pretty crazy
Lena just looked at him.
Roland looked at his watch. “I ain’t jestin’ girl,” be said in a very
low voice. “Thirty seconds,” and he pointed to the seat.
Lena crouched as he had instructed her. She no longer cared at all what
happened to her. Sexual abuse was becoming familiar. She could close her
eyes and through most of it think of something else, waiting, hoping,
and enduring until the end of it.
This time she closed her eyes and thought of life in a county mental
institution. No, Lord, please not that. She had visited one once. The
glazed looks in the eyes of the patients, who all had the same color,
grey, in their eyes, their hair, their skin, their voices, their
clothes, the very air had been grey: no she was afraid of that kind of
Her father had raised her skirt and lowered her panties as she lay
beside him in a slavish position. Now he had only one hand on the wheel.
The other hand was occupied with his daughter’s cunt, served up on the
seat right beside him.
Damn, it was so fucking good, he thought, to have some good quality meat
around again. He poked his fingers up the cunt he had paid $50 for. It
was soft and sticky and young and healthy. Tight, too, he thought,
testing out the width of the inner canal. Slimy, the way he liked it, he
remembered, sliding down the passage from the tip of the labia to the
Cars passing were no trouble: the drivers couldn’t see the girl crouched
on the seat. But trucks were another story. A big rig traveled with them
for several miles, almost an hour, to watch the big man poking his
fingers into the pretty young girl in obeyance on the seat. The riggers
cracked jokes and made lewd remarks.
“Got you some car-cunt, there, fella, don’t you?”
“Yep, that’s how I like it.”
“Mmmmm, sure looks good. Hello there little lady,” the rigger called
Lena was thinking of how, if she were put away she would never again
smell the open fields at haying time, never see the brown earth turned
over fresh and dark at planting time in spring. She would never again
ride a horse, and feel the dark wind blowing in her hair. Never again
wake to the possibility of freedom and a life of her own. She recalled
the week of freedom she had enjoyed, waking up alone at Bill’s every
morning, going down the street for a cup of coffee in the cafe, talking
to the waitresses and truck drivers. She thought of the pleasure she had
received collecting her tips at the club, the money she had earned.
Roland grew tired of finger fucking and he let her sit up. They rode on
in silence again. The rig that had been watching moved on.
They stopped at a gas station for gas and Lena said she had to pee. She
went into the ladies room after getting the key from the station
attendant. She stood in the small dirty cubicle looking at herself in
the mirror over the sink.
She saw a very sad girl, her blonde hair in disarray, with sad blue eyes
and a strong set look to her lips. She didn’t recognize herself. What
she saw was no longer the little girl who could be shocked, or hurt by
the lack of love she received. She no longer expected love or care from
anyone. She had only herself, and she made a vow to take care of herself
as best as she could. She told herself she loved herself very much and
she lectured herself there in the mirror before looking around for some
movie-like escape. But there was no window in the bathroom, no back door
to slip out of. She peed, and went back outside where her father was
standing outside of the car waiting for her.
The attendant came up to him to give him his change.
“Please, help me, I’m going to be raped by this man! Help me! Please
help me! Please! Help!”
She hadn’t known she was going to do it, but she found herself clinging
to the arm of the gas station attendant while her father tried to pull
The gas station attendant was a young pimply guy, a high school kid, who
was totally bewildered by this situation.
“Don’t pay her any mind, son. This is my daughter. She’s a very sick
girl. I’m just bringing her home from Beau Rive, the mental home, you
know. We’re supposed give her a trial stay at home, but as you can see,
she’s still not adjusted to normal life.”
“He’s lying! Please! Help! Help!” Lena kept crying, but her father
succeeded in prying her loose from the boy and sticking her back in the
cab of the car. He did this as gently as he could, talking to her in a
“It’s all right honey. Everything will be all right.” That was for the
gas station attendant’s benefit. Under his breath he whispered fiercely,
as he secretly jerked her arm, “You’ll pay for this, miss.”
“Well, gee, sir, gee,” was all the boy could get out, and he watched
them drive off shaking his head.
Roland couldn’t risk tying her up, but now he knew he couldn’t trust
her. He couldn’t tie her up until they got home, for that just wouldn’t
look right if anyone on the road saw him riding with a girl in bonds.
However, he found a place for her, where she would be out of the way and
useful at the same time. He made her sit between his legs under the
“Open my pants and suck my dick,” he said.
He held her securely between his thighs and he could hit her on top of
her head anytime he wanted. He hit her soundly now with his fist, for
she hadn’t jumped to answer his command fast enough.
She unzipped his pants and pulled out his soft cock with the
indifference of a nurse emptying her thousandth bedpan. She played with
it expertly until it got hard, swatting it back and forth between her
hands and sometimes laying her lips on it.
Once it got hard she began licking it, the way he liked it: with the
hard flat beam of her tongue down the back starting at the tip.
He swatted her on the head when he wanted her to change.
“Suck it now.”
She had to suck him and suck him for what seemed like hours, the whole
way home to Linden. She did her mind trick again which helped her to
forget what she was doing, and the humiliating position she was in.
She thought of her father’s stallions. If she were put away in mental
home she would never again be able to sneak out of the house late at
night and ride off across the plain on Red Beauty or Black Pride. Never
again be able to take one of them down by Neversink Creek, where it
crossed the King’s land and there was a little grove. Never again would
she know the electrifying fear, which turned somehow to a terrifying
joy, when she approached the underside of the horse, approached its
genitals, and felt the horse stiffen as he waited for her touch. Never
again know the strange passion of mounting a horse and feeling its
power, greater than the power of any man, flow between her thighs.
Her father was a virile man, himself, however. She went in and out of
her fantasy of soothing or exciting images, and once she found herself,
still under the wheel whose shaft pressed down against her neck, with
come dripping out of her mouth. She had been on her knees for hours, and
this must have been the fifth or sixth time he had come. She felt sick,
at the slime in her mouth, and at the amount of times that lay ahead
when she would have to perform this same feat of acrobatic mouthwork on
this man whom she despised.
Roland Hanson was singing to himself as he saw the road signs announcing
they were approaching Linden, population, 9,000.
“Get back up here on the seat, girl,” he said.
Wearily, with a cramped back and neck and achingly cramped legs, and
even a cramped mouth, she crawled out from under the dashboard and
resumed her place on the seat beside him.
“We’re almost home,” he said.
She looked wearily out the window at dark countryside passing by, the
familiar billboard for Black Velvet whiskey and the one for Holesome
White Bread, and at the familiar barns and rises in the land. She wiped
her mouth and spit out the window and her eyes became glazed again as
she waited to arrive home.
He stopped the car when they came to the lane that led to their
farmhouse. He bound and gagged her. He told her: “Now your mother’s sick
and she don’t know you’re home again. I don’t want no noise out of you.
The doctor said she’s got to have quiet.”
He pulled the car into the driveway and went around to the other side to
help Lena out. She stumbled on her tied feet as she stepped out onto the
Roland picked her up and carried her into the barn. He threw her on the
hay in a corner by the horses.
“That’s going to be your home from now on, until you learn to behave. If
you’re going to act like an animal, running away from home and
disobeying your father, then you’re going to live like an animal.” And
he left shutting the door behind him.
Lena was thankful for the solitude she enjoyed that night. She kept
fearing her father would come to her and fuck her, but he didn’t. She
heard his car drive off in the middle of the night and knew she would
have peace until morning. She wondered what he meant by saying her
mother was sick. How sick? Sick with what? She wondered if her mother’s
sickness was just something made up in the imagination of Roland Hanson
for his own convenience.
She watched the stars come out, through the window high in the barn. She
could only see a small patch of midnight blue but she watched it
faithfully, as if she were a disciple, come a long way to cast her eyes
on the shrine of some sacred teacher. It was a long while before she
even became aware of the presence of the horses.
They had champed and stamped their feet a little when Roland brought her
in, and he had told them to quiet down. But when he left her, they had
stood quietly, curiously, looking at her lying there with their bright
dark horse eyes. She looked at their eyes and wondered about their
intelligence. They had a look of knowing or understanding a body’s
feelings, she thought. But they were horses. How could they feel pity or
love for her? She felt cold and apart from them. She was less of a free
creature than they were. All three of them were tied up, but she alone
was the human.
Finally she fell asleep, into a deep dreamless sleep where there were no
phantoms, no danger, no joy either, but no pain.
She spent the next day in the straw and the next night too. Once, in the
evening, her father came out and brought her some water and cheese.
He removed her gag to let her eat.
“How’s mother?” she asked.
He said nothing, as if she hadn’t spoken, and when she had finished the
cheese and water, he replaced the gag and left.
She spent many days like this. She never heard anyone moving about in
the kitchen or the yard, and so surmised that her mother must indeed be
sick. She heard the chickens screeching for food, and she came to
realize that more than half the cows had been sold. She only heard one
or two of them on the other side of the partition. Her father came in
and milked them at night.
He brought her water and cheese everyday, and she passed from a state of
mental and physical exhaustion, to one of constant hunger and a
dreamlike state of fear and fantasy.
Finally, one evening when he brought her food, he untied her. He was
carrying the milk bucket “You milk the cows,” was all he said.
From that time on he allowed her to do the chores of the barn and
barnyard. He allowed her to remain untied as long as he was home. But he
always tied her up again at night or when he left for the day. His knots
were fast and tight, and she had tried many times to break out of them
but could not.
The one thing he made clear to her was that the house was off-limits to
her. Under no circumstances was she to enter, or stand close to the
windows or speak when nearby. If she disobeyed he said he would simply
tie her up in the barn and leave her there until she starved to death.
She obeyed him. A month passed in this way and she saw no one and spoke
to no one, and heard only her father’s voice. He came out to fuck her at
irregular times. Sometimes he stayed away from her for a whole week at a
time. Sometimes he fucked her four or five times a day. She would be
stooping over to pet the cat or play with Bennie, the new puppy, and
suddenly she would feel him standing over her back. His shadow fell
across the ground, and she would turn and see him motion to the barn She
followed him in and spread her legs for him in whatever way in desired.
Sometimes he liked to take her up in the loft. At noon, with the sun
blazing on the roof of the barn and the smell of the horse and cow dung
rising like dough, he put a saddle across her back and made her crawl
around on the scratchy hay while he rode on top, his dick hard against
Leaving the saddle on her, and holding her head by reins, he made her
take his cock in her mouth and suck him off. It took an hour sometimes
to bring him to an orgasm. He could control his cock so well. Whenever
he felt his come rising in him, he would withdraw from her mouth, and
delight for a while he switching her lovely naked bottom with a cowhide
whip, not hurting her unless she failed to move in a way that pleased
One day he woke her where she lay bound up in the straw by throwing a
shopping bag from town at her. He untied her and told her to put on some
of the things in the bag. He left and when he came back she was wearing
a black brassiere with holes cut out for the nipples and a black garter
belt and black seamed stockings. They climbed up to the loft.
He rode her around on the saddle for a while, and put the bit and reins
in her mouth. Then he made her suck him for a while.
Having his big red cock in her mouth was like second nature to her now.
It was one of her chores, like feeding the chickens. It had to be done.
When she had been sucking him for about an hour, he pulled out and
switched her bottom for a while, while she undulated it before him, the
saddle still on her back. The black stockings came up to her mid thighs,
and the saddle hung down over her back, and in between; the blond cunt,
pert and sassy like a filly horse, swayed and switched for him. He liked
to switch at her moons playfully and watch her cunt twitch.
Then he made her turn around again and put his dick in her mouth while
he really rode her this time, right to the end. He put his legs on
either side of her body and held her tight, right up close to him, and
when he felt his wad bulging he pulled her on top of him tighter so that
he was halfway down her throat and he shot his wad good and long and
hard straight as an arrow down her esophagus.
Sometimes he fucked her in the ass in the early morning before going out
to work in the fields. Sometimes he came home at midday to fuck her.
Sometimes it was late in the night, when the cows and horses were asleep
that he came in to perform their secret act, waking all the animals up.
In all this time she did not get a chance to re-initiate her sexual
relationships with the stallions. In truth, she did not even think about
it. Her life had become one useless, exitless round of chores ranging
from the pleasant and rhythmic, such as feeding and caring for the
animals, to the degrading and unpleasant, such as servicing her father.
One day, while she was sweeping the yard in the hot sun, and her father
was in the house, a car pulled up in the driveway. Before her father
could come hustling out of the house and get her into the barn, Brad
King had jumped out of the car and gone over to Lena.
“Lena,” he said warmly. “It’s so good to see you. I didn’t know you were
home. Your father said you were going to be away for the summer visiting
relatives in Milwaukee.”
“Well, I came home,” Lena spoke softly. Her father was standing between
them now. He told her to go into the barn and finish cleaning out the
She heard his conversation with Brad as she mucked out Red Beauty’s
stall. The horses were out in the corral.
“Yep, Lena came home about a day or so ago. Yep, she heard about her
mother being sick and all and she insisted on leaving the big city to
come home to take care of her old Mom.”
“That’s real nice,” said Brad. “I sure would like to take her out some
night, so’s we could talk. Just for old time’s sake, like old friends,
“Lena’ll be sticking pretty close to the house, I guess,” answered
Roland for his daughter. “Her Mom’s pretty sick you know.”
“Even a nurse has to take a break sometimes,” said Brad.
“I’ll be the judge of when she gets a break. I guess she gets plenty of
breaks around here,” said Roland. “Now, let’s get down to business. When
are you going to bring that bull over here to mate it with my cows. I
got only two cows left now and I want to see them both bellyful with
calves. I’m going to be able to use that extra little bit of cash come
“Yeah,” said Brad, and they set a date for Brad to bring the bull
“Be sure to tell Lena I sure am glad to see her back home again. And
tell her we’ll go out some night, whenever she wants. Tell her she just
has to say the word,” called Brad loudly as he got back into his car.
“Yeah, I’ll tell her,” said Roland chewing on a bit of straw. He stood
in the driveway watching the car until it pulled entirely out of sight.
He tied her up immediately after that. She was lying in the straw in the
corner near the cleaned horse stables. It felt very empty with the
horses not there.
Roland pulled his dick out from his dirty lowslung jeans with his
equally dirty, thick fingers. It was hard. He walked over to the shelf
on which the saddles were kept and smeared some saddle grease on his
Lena was wearing her blue jeans and moccasins, but underneath she still
had on the stockings and garters from the night before. Roland liked her
to wear them under her work clothes, so that she was always ready.
He pulled down her pants so that he was staring at the white moons of
her ass and the blonde cunt that lay between, bound by the black
garters. He opened her ass with his large twitching fingers, and stuffed
one finger in her asshole.
She made a movement and stifled a cry of fear.
He slid the thick finger in and out for a while, easing the hole open.
When it took his finger easily, stuck three fingers in and again she
Soon he brought the tip of his proud erect cock to her anus and rubbed
the saddle grease on the opening. He reached under her and felt for her
boobs, the long pale smooth things lying like eggs in the straw and he
paddled them with his fingers and twisted the nipples until she held her
ass up higher.
His fingers again on her ass he shoved his cock into the opening of her
asshole and held it there for a moment. Her asshole was closing up tight
around his dick.
“Open up!” he commanded.
“Open your ass up, bitch!” he snarled at her and the whip came down
across her back.
“I can’t!” she whimpered.
“Open!” he said and he shoved his dick in farther.
From then on in it was a matter of yielding to the pain and fear and
opening up to him as he wanted to, in order that the whole thing might
be quickly over.
He stuffed his cock way up into her hole and stuck his fingers into her
vagina at the same time. In this way, with his horn up her ass and his
fingers up her cunt, he had quite a good grip on her. He pulled her
about, this way and that, pulling her up onto him, and sliding her down
off. What more complete way to dominate a female, he thought, than to
have this two-fisted grab on her.
He looked at her jeans, down now around one ankle, and at the legs,
spread apart and twisting, in black stockings seamed as if they held big
sausages. And he watched his powerful pole disappear between the moons
of her ass and her cunt become red and wet as he gripped her with his
He just kept pulling her up and pushing her back, sliding her up and
down on his wet pole like a plaster horse going up and down on its pole
on the merry-go-round. Her asshole was soft, so soft, and tight, it
squeezed him tighter than her cunt.
Suddenly he couldn’t restrain himself and he shot his white wad up her
ass, squeezing all his juice out of him.
“Don’t ever let me catch you with that Brad King,” he said, releasing
his double grip on her and throwing her back in the straw.
One day a carnival came to town. Lena could hear the tinkle of the
faraway calliope on the edge of town as she did the barnyard chores, and
she stood on the gate of the fence of the corral for a long while that
night, looking up at the stars and listening to the sound of distant
Her father went out that night and he tied her up in the barn as usual,
near the horses. At about eleven o’clock she heard a car pull into the
driveway, but she knew it wasn’t her father’s truck. She heard a door
close and she heard someone walking about in the yard, tapping at the
kitchen door and at the windows of the house, whispering, “Lena? Lena?
Are you in there? It’s me, Brad.”
“Brad! I’m in here. In the barn!” she called. Her father had neglected
to gag her that evening.
He heard her and tore into the barn. She looked at the expression of
shock on his face and almost turned to look behind her.
Then she realized of course that the shock was at the sight of her.
He untied her and asked her how long she had been left this way.
“Oh, it’s been a couple of months now, I guess,” she said.
Again she saw the shock on his face, and she laughed. “You have no idea
the kind of life he forces me to live. He keeps me out here and I don’t
talk to anyone. He says my mother is sick but I’ve never been in the
house to see her. Look,” she said pulling down her jeans.
He saw the stockings and garters that lay beneath. He stared at her
“He keeps me out here and when he wants he comes and fucks me,” she
“I’ve got to get you out of here,” Brad whispered, with all the heroic
fervor of an eighteen-year-old.
She laughed sadly. “Brad, he’ll kill me if he knows you came by and
talked to me. How the hell do you think you’re going to rescue me? He’ll
come and find me, wherever you take me. He’ll kill you too. He’ll kill
“No, there’s got to be a way,” said Brad, holding her in his arms. “I’m
a man too, you know,” he said. She nestled into the crook of his arm and
started crying. He stroked her hair.
“Don’t worry, little girl, it’s going to be all right now. You just
listen to me and do what I say. I’ll get you out of here.” His voice was
determined, but his eyes gazing over her head at the horse he had once
seen her mounted on, were unsure.
He took her to the carnival that night, against her protestations. She
insisted on looking into the house for her mother, though he said she
“I have to,” she said. But she dissolved into tears when she saw the
still pale sleeping creature lying on the sad pillow with spit bubbling
between her lips.
“Mother! What’s wrong with her?” she cried. She lifted one of the
woman’s lifeless hands and felt a small pulse beating slowly somewhere
deep in the flesh.
But Mara Hanson never woke or responded, and Brad led Lena away, saying
they’d better get away before her father returned.
He’d seen her father in a bar, drinking and talking loudly, that night.
And as soon as Brad had walked in and seen Roland Hanson sitting there,
he’d turned around and got back in his car and drove straight for the
Hanson farm. He’d been determined to see and talk to Lena for himself.
The carnival made her dizzy. She was unaccustomed to so many lights and
noises and the crowds of people frightened her. She clung to Brad’s arm
with terror, afraid someone would recognize her and tell her father, or
worse that her father would be among the crowd.
Brad took her around the back of a tent and opened the flap. A
red-haired woman in a dress looked up from diapering a baby.
“Linda, a friend of mine needs a place to stay. Can she sleep in the
Linda quickly made up a bed in the back of the tent. Brad whispered in
her ear for a while, while Lena lay looking up at the wrinkles in the
canvas. Then Brad came over to where she lay. He untied a knot in the
wall and a flap came down, giving them some privacy.
“She’s my brother’s wife and she says you can stay here for a few days.
Don’t go outside the tent unless there’s no one around and wait here for
Lena raised herself up and put her lips against his lips. “Okay,” she
She fell back on the cot again and he lay down on top of her. He just
kissed her lips with his, gently, and stroked her long hair. Their lips
on top of each other were wet and firm and when they parted their lips
slightly and allowed their tongues to touch it was sweet. His hands
traveled up and down all over her body, feeling the curves of her youth
under her thin summer clothing. She just lay there and let him feel her,
feeling the warmth and tenderness of his caress. When he slipped his
hand under her blouse and felt the smooth firmness of her left breast
she shivered and her nipple rose like a spirited stallion. He placed his
lips on this bucking animal and gently and tenderly circled the nipple
with his tongue, feeling its hard ridges. He cupped the other breast in
his hands and did the same.
She undid his belt buckle with experienced hands, but this time she was
doing it willingly, lovingly, and not as a menial chore. When she
reached for his cock under his jeans it was hard and ready.
Gently he lay between her legs and she guided his cock to her hole. Her
cunt was all wet and ready and willing. She guided the nose of his cock
back and forth across the soft yielding flesh and then suddenly poked it
into the cave. He felt his cock slip into her wet cunt and felt the
space beneath that was still left to probe and he sighed and pushed on
top of her and drove his cock deeper into her womb.
She opened her legs wider with a sigh. Never before in her life had she
had such sweet gentle loving. She squeezed her thighs together, and
squeezed her cunt, and he rode down lower into her, feeling her flesh
open before his prong.
Slowly, gently, whispering endearments into each other’s ears, he rode
her smoothly to paradise, rocking into her sweet pussy that was saying
yes, yes, only to him.
Together they stared at his member, pulling up out of her and sinking
deep into her, and then he fell on her chest, between her boobs, and she
held on to him tightly and he shot his come straight into her, as she
kept rocking him into her with her ass and hips.
When Brad King returned to the Rooster Tavern that night he walked into
the middle of a brawl. Roland Hanson had gone berserk it seemed. He was
flinging beer mugs and chairs at a young man who was cursing him out
while the interested clientele looked on. Someone had managed to part
them and the bouncer was trying to throw both men out.
“That’s Roland’s son, Ret,” said a drunk with a thick stubble on his
“What?” said Brad. He moved among the crowd until he got the whole
story. Ret Hanson, who hadn’t been seen in this county for over ten
years, had showed up at the bar that night with a wild story about how
Roland had cheated him of some money. When Roland denied it and told him
to get the hell away, the son had started shouting something about a
“She did it with a donkey. In a donkey act in Iowa City. That’s the kind
of daughter you have. How do you like that? Do you like it? I saw it,
with my own eyes, I saw it!’ That’s what he kept shouting,” one old
timer recounted to Brad with a laugh. “Whoeee, you should have seen
Roland Hanson’s eyes bulge,” the old man laughed.
Brad had heard enough and he quickly left the saloon. Lena had told him
of her stay in Iowa City and how her brother had betrayed her, and how
her father had betrayed him.
The bouncer had succeeded now in ejecting both the elder and the younger
Hanson and they stood facing each other, their fists raised, outside the
“With a donkey. She fucked a fucking donkey, she sucked him off and then
she fucked him with her cunt! How do you like that? Is that what she
does to you too? Does she fuck you just like she fucked the donkey?” Ret
“Shut up, you miserable liar!” Roland Hanson was almost beside himself
with liquor and anger and confusion.
Men were trying to keep father and son from falling on each other with
Brad King stepped up. “Sir, I don’t know if what your son tells you is
true, but I do know one thing. Your daughter has fucked your horses.
Both of them. Your stallions. She told me she goes out into the barn and
fucks them both, after every time you take her and you rape her in the
“It’s a lie!!!!” screamed Roland Hanson, held by several hands. His eyes
were boiling red and every muscle in his body and face was straining to
keep the truth from coming out.
“Let me go. Let me go home. I’ll ask Lena myself. I’ll ask that stupid
“Er, I don’t think you should drive home yourself Roland, old man.
You’ve had quite a few,” said a friend.
Roland Hanson spit. “Let me go.”
“No,” other men agreed. A few of them decided to escort him home, to
make sure he didn’t do something wild and crazy on the way. They could
see that he was a man at the end of some kind of rope and they wanted to
protect him from himself.
Against his wild protestations, he was forced into the cab of his
pick-up between two men, and another car followed behind.
By the time they pulled into his driveway he had calmed down. He was
thinking. He let on as if he was feeling much calmer and better, and
thanked them for helping him home. He was hoping they would leave, when
they let on they’d love a cup of coffee. He let them into the kitchen,
casting a backward glance at the barn. He’d have to wait for them to
leave before he could go in there.
He fumbled around in the kitchen, knocking the glasses together, trying
to boil water on the stove for coffee.
“Where’s Lena?” one of the men asked. “Have her come out here and do
it,” they suggested.
“Lena!” he called gruffly and then when there was no answer he said,
“She must be asleep.”
“How’s Mara doing, Roland? We hear she’s pretty sick. Is everything
okay? Is there anything we can do to help?”
Roland thought of that sick feeble face to whom he was feeding small
amounts of rat poison everyday. He looked the men straight in the eyes
and said, “No thanks. Appreciate it, but there’s nothing anyone can do.
The doc looks in on her every once in a while.”
Brad King was among the men in the kitchen. He had ridden in the car
that followed behind. “How is Lena doing?” he asked, sipping his coffee.
“You be sure to tell that girl, my offer is still good. I’ll take her
The other men murmured, “She’s a nice girl, Roland. She’ll make some man
a fine wife some day.”
Roland barely kept up his polite attitude until the men finally thanked
him for the coffee and said goodnight. They were still offering their
help anytime, when they pulled out of the driveway and drove away.
“Yeah, yeah, yeah,” said Roland disgustedly as he watched them leave. He
spat on the ground and then, when their headlights were out of sight, he
stalked into the barn.
He looked for her everywhere. In the loft, in the horses’ stalls, in the
cows’ stalls, in the house. He barely cast a glance at his sleeping wife
lying pale and grey on her cot. After he had searched the entire
premises he found himself sitting dully on a kitchen chair, under a bare
electric bulb, pounding his fist against the kitchen table and
repeating, “She’s gone, she’s gone.”
Then there rose up before his mind pictures of what two men had told him
she had done. With his stallions? No, he couldn’t believe that. He saw
her white buttocks parted for the horses’ long dicks and closed his eyes
and spit. No, not that. NO, not with his horses. He thought about how
skittish they had become of late, almost spoiled for riding, and he
remembered how he had talked with Brad about it.
“They’re ruined for riding now,” he had said. “I can’t figure it out.
It’s like they’ve had a woman on their backs or something. They just
won’t heel anymore.”
And he remembered now how Brad King had smiled.
And with a donkey? Ret swore he had seen her do a donkey act in a bar in
Iowa City. No, Ret was full of lies, vengeful lies. He just wanted his
money, and had come home to make trouble for Roland with a fistful of
But then where was she now? How had she escaped? Where had she gone? He
thought of the soft warm body, the odorous cunt he could ordinarily have
gone into the barn and taken, now, when he wanted it so much, and it was
Brad King went home that night and had a long, if fitful, rest. He was
not worried about Lena for the moment. He knew she was safe in Linda’s
tent. But he was figuring out, even in his dreams, how he would get Lena
permanently out of her father’s clutches.
Brad woke late in the morning and greeted his parents at breakfast. They
had heard about the ruckus down at the Rooster the night before. Indeed
it was the topic of conversations at breakfast tables that Sunday all
over the county. Men were asking men and women were asking women: “With
a donkey? With a horse? Do you think she really did it? What goes on
over there at the Hanson place anyway.”
Brad refused to say much, except that he had been there and had driven
home with Roland.
“Well I reckon you’d better get that bull over to him today anyway.
Whether he’s fighting with his son or not, I reckon business will still
“Yessir,” said Brad and he went out to load the bull into the van.
Brad King was not the first visitor to the Hanson residence that Sunday
morning however. Earlier that morning, much earlier, at dawn, a car had
pulled into the driveway and Ret Hanson, stepping out, saw the figure of
his father sitting hunched up at the kitchen table with all the kitchen
Ret Hanson was humming as he knocked on the door and then stepped in,
waking his father up.
“I got her,” was all he said.
“Huh?” said Roland blinking.
“She was gone when you got back here. Right?” He licked his dry lips,
just like his father.
Roland said nothing.
“I know where she is and I can get her right to you. For $2000.”
Roland said, “I don’t believe you.”
“Here, recognize these?” and Ret pulled from his back pocket a pair of
crumpled up black panties.
Roland put them to his face and smelled them deeply. He took the panties
away from his face and his eyes had a clearer look. “Where is she,” he
“Ah, not until you hand the money over,” Ret wagged a finger at him.
Roland got up and went into the back bedroom. He lifted the mattress his
wife lay on and pulled at a wad of bills stuffed into the springs. He
sat down and counted out a thousand dollars. He let the mattress spring
back. He went back into the kitchen. He had never noticed that his wife
had ceased to breathe.
“There, a thousand. That’s all I got. Take it or leave it,” said Roland
slapping the money on the table.
“I know you got more, old man, but I’ll take this,” said Ret after a
moment’s hesitation. Then he said; “She’s in the car. In the trunk.”
In the dawn’s first light, two men lifted a bound figure of a girl from
the trunk of a car and carried her into the barn.
The younger man drove off in the car and the older man, after checking
that the girl’s bonds were secure, and that she was firmly gagged, left
her tightly tied up in the upper loft. He went in and fell asleep on the
couch where he was awakened later that morning by Brad King who arrived
with the bull.
Roland looked at him suspiciously. Ret had told him how he’d gone, drunk
and with a woman he’d picked up, to the carnival at the edge of town,
after being thrown out of the Rooster. They walked around spending what
little money he’d had left, and then suddenly, behind a tent, he saw
Lena. She had slipped out of the tent to pee. He’d come up behind her
and hauled her away. Roland wondered how she had gotten there. He
wondered if she’d had any help this time.
But he said nothing. He wanted to get rid of this boy. He’d have to get
some other man to help him out on the farm when he needed help from now
He began to bring the bull out. It was snorting and kicking like crazy.
It obviously didn’t like travelling in this fashion.
Brad got the bull into the pen where the cows would be brought to him.
He asked Roland if he wanted him to stick around and help with the
mating, but Roland said no. Brad looked over at the barn once or twice,
and Roland saw this and watched him.
“This kind of job really requires more than one man around. These bulls
can be mean, as you know,” said Brad.
“Thanks, I’ll be just fine. You can come by and pick him up about five
today. My brother-in-law lives down the road and he’s going to come by
and help me out. Thanks.”
There was nothing Brad could do but get back in his car and leave.
Roland Hanson made his preparations carefully. First he fed the bull, a
piece of raw meat he’d kept for it in the refrigerator.
The bull was a big mean-looking bastard, with a coarse spotted hide and
horns that were black and twisted and nine inches long apiece. He had an
iron ring through his nose that was threaded a thick rope, and from a
great distance, Hanson led the bull to the locks in the fence of the
corral. He managed to maneuver the bull’s head into the harness where
the bull remained, trapped. Then he went into the barn for his daughter.
The two cows, Millie and Bess, were going crazy. They could smell the
bull outside for they were rolling their eyes and mooing. The horses too
could sense the bull’s strange presence. The horses were acting skittish
and whinnying, the white of their eyes bulging in their heads.
He went up into the loft and brought his daughter down. He ripped her
clothes off of her around the bonds of her ropes. Then he retied her,
trussing her up as if she were a heifer, binding her hands and ankles
together in one bunch. He lifted this load over his shoulder and paraded
her past the horses. He stopped at the first one, Black Pride, and held
his daughter, cunt up, to the horse’s nose. The horse sniffed at the
bouquet offered to it, and whinnied and bucked.
The second horse, Red Beauty began bucking too, even before he raised
his odorous prize to the stallion’s nose. He took her out into the
daylight and tied her so that she hung from a bar in the fence, on the
other side of the pen from where the bull was tied up.
Then he went back to the barn and led the two cows out. They were
fluttering and mooing like two cats in heat. He let them loose in the
pen and went back for the horses. These too he tied up so they could
watch from nearby.
He had his whole family with him now, except for the woman who lay dead
inside his house.
He didn’t know if Lena could see or was watching but he was sure she
could sense what was going to happen.
He put one cow in with the bull and let the bull loose. He sat back on
the fence to watch.
The cow was acting queerly, sashaying back and forth in front of the
bull, but then retreating to the far corner of the pen and mooing wildly
at the slightest approach of the bull.
The huge creature was on his guard at first. He sensed the cow waiting
for him at the far end of the pen, but he also was aware of many other
presences he distrusted all around the pen. He could smell horses, and
another cow, and another smell he couldn’t identify.
He saw the red flaming meat of the cow’s cunt pass in front of his eyes
again, and, as if a red flag had been waved in front of his nose, he
forgot about the possible presence of danger and followed after his
The smell of cow cunt was strong to him, and he sucked it in through his
powerful nostrils. Like the earth shifting below a volcano, before the
volcano erupts, the bull’s genitals moved, and his great cock rose
slowly out of its furry sheath. His balls stood up and became hard, as
he pursued the cow into the corner of the pen where she managed to slip
away from him again.
Roland felt his own cockles rise as he watched the bull circle with the
cow, on the hunt for cuntmeat. He shifted on the fence so that his balls
felt some ease from the pressure of the fence, and he looked down at the
cunt of his daughter, as she hung from the fence beside him. He could
look down through her tied hands and feet straight into her pink meat.
The cow shifted away again, mooing, but obviously wanting it, and as she
turned, the bull turned too and caught her before she expected it,
sinking his cock in right to the hilt as he dug into her hide with his
hoofs. His hoofs were rimmed with steel.
Cow cunt, Roland thought as he watched. The bull was riding high into
the cow’s ass and the cow was making a noise quite different from the
one it made when being milked. The bull pulled in and out of the pink
cowmeat, sinking his enormous cock, which was brown and about seventeen
inches long. It looked like a big sausage, or a gun, whenever Roland
glimpsed it as it was stuck and sunk again and again in the cow. The cow
shivered and shook and quaked and the bull pulled his cock out and
dropped his hoofs and the cow trotted away. Roland let her out of the
He put the other cow in there now and sat back to smoke a cigarette.
The bull went straight for this second piece of meat. The cow acted
terrified. She ran from one end of the pen to the other. Roland had
never seen her move that fast.
The bull chased after her, goring her once or twice with his horns as
she passed. Blood spurted out of his cow’s side, as Roland watched. The
horses started to go crazy at the first smell of blood. They were
rearing up on their hind legs and straining and stretching their ropes.
They didn’t like the near presence of the bull one little bit.
The bull caught the cow in mid-pen as she changed direction in her
running. Before she could turn completely he had sunk his cock deep into
her cunt. She squealed and screeched and went down on her front legs
while her ass reared way up.
The bull was growling and roaring now as he socked it to her at the
speed of lightning. Just as quickly it was over and the cow was trotting
away with come dripping out of her cunt under her tail, which she kept
Now it was Lena’s turn.
Roland explained to Lena what he was doing to her and why she deserved
it, as he led the cow out of the pen and threw the bull another piece of
meat. He squatted by Lena, tapping one thigh with his finger as he
“Your brother Ret told me about how you, you, my own daughter, flesh and
blood, took a donkey’s dick, a donkey, into your mouth, where I put my
cock, and how you put a donkey dick into your cunt, where I put my cock.
And somebody else, that friend of yours, Brad King, told me as how you
been doing it with my horses, Red Beauty and Black Pride, for months
now. How you go down on my horses, ruining their dispositions, and
sullying your mouth and your cunt, how you go down on them every night
after I have taken you myself.
“Now,” her father continued, “I don’t believe them!” The insane rage he
was filled with was apparent in the grotesque contortions his face made
as he tried to continue speaking.
Lena starred at this terrible figure of a man.
“But they both tell me it’s true! Your cunt and your mouth, and all the
rest of your filthy body belong to me!”
With great effort he pulled and steered the bull into the collar-like
locks in the fence and secured it there again. He brought the package of
his daughter around to the bull’s face and held her cunt up to his nose,
only inches away.
The bull reared, powerfully pulling at the locks in the fence so that
Roland feared they would yield, but they held, and he continued to hold
his daughter, cunt up, only inches away from the bull’s face.
The bull tried to gore her with his horns and Roland laughed to hear her
terrified breathing as the bull’s horns came close to her ass. He wanted
to spear her by the cunt on one of the bull’s horns, he wanted to watch
her get fucked like a cow. He wanted to get the living daylights fucked
out of her so he wouldn’t have any more trouble with her.
“Father! PLEASE! PLEASE! PLEASE!”
He heard her begging him and he felt good. That was more like it. He
liked to hear her beg and he dangled her again in front of the bull’s
face. He wondered if the bull had ever smelled woman-pussy before, and
if it smelled very different to the bull than his own kind of pussy.
The bull was kicking and rearing now and Roland realized he wouldn’t be
able to get her under the bull as he had dreamed without running the
risk of getting killed himself, but his own cock was hard and erect
beneath his pants and he unzipped his pants.
Not four feet from the bull, and under the wild eyes of his stallions
who bucked and screamed, he took out his big hard cock and looked down
at his daughter who lay beneath him, trussed up like a heifer. Her back
was on the ground and her arms and legs tied together in the air,
leaving her cunt sticking out of her ass like a cow’s.
He stopped and listened another moment to her screaming and begging.
“PLEASE! PLEASE! PLEASE!”
He looked like a man stopping to hear a tune he loves being faintly
whistled by someone somewhere, unseen. Then he sank his big dick into
her beaver, holding her ass down with one powerful hand.
He was sinking his shaft into her again and again while she continued to
scream when the five cars pulled into his driveway and a dozen men piled
out. One of the cars was a police car.
Brad King was the first to reach the girl and the man and he gave Roland
Hanson a sock on his jaw that sent him flying through the air, his cock
with him. The police raced up behind him and told him to stay out of
this, they would handle it.
Brad wasn’t listening to them. He was untying Lena’s bonds as fast as he
could and taking off his shirt to cover her with. She was screaming and
crying hysterically and he held her tight in his big strong arms,
cursing himself for ever leaving her, kissing her wrists and ankles
where the ropes had cut into her flesh.
He pulled her away from the presence of the bull. The whole barnyard was
going crazy, the horses wild with fear, the chickens scurrying
underfoot, the place swarming with people.
“Mr. Hanson, Mr. Hanson, roll over slowly, but fast! Mr. Hanson, you are
in danger, roll away!” the police commanded Roland Hanson through a
megaphone. Brad’s fist had knocked him right under the bull’s head and
the bull was glaring down at him with its bloodshot eyes.
Lena, in Brad’s arms, heard the police’s commands through the megaphone
and she opened her eyes now and looked at her father, sprawled beneath
the bull’s hooves his dick in his hand.
“KILL HIM! KILL HIM! KILL HIM, THAT DISGUSTING BASTARD!!” she began
screaming hysterically and it was as if her screaming pulled a trigger.
Suddenly as if the bull saw red he raised one hoof and stamped on the
squirming thing beneath him. Everyone pulled their breath in, and then
looked away, except for Lena. She alone looked straight at the smashed
head of the man who had tormented her to the very edge of insanity.
She threw her face into Brad’s shoulder and sobbed and sobbed for a long
time, as if finally she had found release.