Perverts 'R' Us

The Back Woods: Part 1

By Loki925 ( m/g, nc, inc, beast )

In this story small girl are considered nothing but Bitches, to be used to satisfy the need of whatever comes to the minds of the degraded males in the story. It is pure fiction and doses not resemble anyone or anything in reality, whatever that is.

Part 1:

Some place in the back woods, where even the revenuers don't dare go, Bob threw the last shovel of dirt on his dead, 17 year-old wife's grave. The bitch he was burying was really his sister, but she slept in his bed, so he called her his wife. Bob did not know how old he was, he just knew he was old enough to fuck, and not be fucked.

Sam, Bob's 7 year old son was trying to get his dad's hunting dog off his leg.

"Boy," Bob said, "What did I tell ya about that dog?"

"But Pa, my ass is sore."

"Boy you better get them pants down now!"

Sam quickly pulled his pants down and wagged his small ass at the dog. He knew getting ass-fucked by the dog, was a lot better than getting ass-whipped, and dog-fucked after.

The large, black hunting dog mounted the small boy and stabbed his fat, 8-inch long, hot pink cock toward the boy's ass.

The dog jabbed Sam's ass several times before Bob said, "Boy!"

Sam reached back for the dog cock and guided it toward his little ass opening. The dog felt his cock in a hole and unmercifully slammed the full length of his fat cock into the small boy's bowels.

Bob smiled, "Take the knot, boy."

Sam relaxed his sphincter muscles as much as he could and the dog slipped his growing knot into the boy. With short fast strokes, the dog slammed his bloated cock and fat knot back and fourth in the 7-year-old boy's lower bowels.

Bob watched his son's small, hairless balls swing wildly with each stroke of the dog's cock.

"Bob," Billy Joe called walking up the short rise.

"Get your ass up here, Billy Joe, and watch this crazy dog fucking Sam's ass."

"That crazy dog at it again?"

"Yeah! That dog sure loves to fuck that boy's ass." Bob laughed.

As Billy Joe crested the rise, he said, "Look at those little balls swing."

"Yeah I hated it back when, but now my cock gets hard every time I see that boy's ass full of dog cock."

Both men laughed.

"I need to get rid of this hard-on." Bob said.

"That's what I'm here for." Billy Joe said.

"Nah, you had enough free cunt, it's time you married one of the bitches!"

"Hell no! I ain't marrying another bitch! My fucking cunt-happy boys will just fuck her to death like the last one I married."

"OK, what you got to trade?"

"I'll give you half a deer."

"Shit! Half a deer, you must be horny."

"I ain't hand no damn cunt in two days."

"You best get you a woman."

"I got to do something with my boys first."

"You got some damn bad luck with boys."

"Yeah ever bitch I knocks up pops out another damn boy."

"How many ya gots now?"

"5 and one runt."

"Shit! That's a passel of boys."

"Yeah. How about you sell me three or four of your bitches?"

"Shit I ain't sellin' none of my eight bitches. If'n I did, then I would have to work this shitty farm."

Both men laughed.

"I still want that half deer."

Billy Jo laughed. "I'll send one of the boys over with it later."

"Shit! Send them all over. My corn needs harvesting."

Both men laughed again and walked off.

As the two walked off, the dog 'howled' and his balls sent a flood of hot, slimy dog spunk into the small boy's bowels. The large dog turned, leaving his cock buried in Sam's ass. Boy and dog were now connected ass to ass.

When they were ten feet away, Bob yelled, "When that dog is done with your ass, boy, feed the damn chickens."

"Yes, Pa." Sam weakly cried back.

The two men walked to Bob's house. The building was not a house, as one would know it. The building was a combination of logs, wooden planks, tin, rocks, and mud. It had a well-patched roof, no running water, electric, or toilets, but it did have one window without glass. The house had a large main room with a fireplace, a kitchen with an old wood-burning stove, a table, four chairs, and Bob's bedroom, with an old feather bed.

The two men walked past the hog pen up a small hill and into the house. All but one of the girls were in the main room, and they were all wearing nothing but well patched, short, flimsy dresses. Bob had named all his bitches, but due to his excessive use of corn liquor, he could never remember their names.

"Billy Joe, which bitch you want? You can have any one you wants, but the runt, she my new wife bitch"

Billy Joe envied Bob having so many bitches and a new 4-year-old wife bitch. Billy Joe looked at the girls. The girls ranged in ages from ages 6 to 11 and a pregnant 13-year-old making dinner.

"I think I fancy the blond bitch."

"Bitch, gets over here and gives you uncle some cunt."

"Pa---" The 6-year-old blond said, but did not get a chance to finish.

"You sassing me, bitch?"

"No Pa."

"Than gets your damn clothes off."

The 6-year-old blond quickly pulled her two-sizes-too-large dress over her head. She laid down on a pile of blankets that served as her bed. She pulled her knees up and spread her small legs as wide as she could. As Billy Jo stepped toward the small girl, tears flowed from her eyes.

Billy Joe looked at the girl. "I likes crying bitches, crying makes their cunt tighter."

Billy Joe looked at the table. He decided that the table would be the right height. He reached down and jerked the girl's arm, "Gets up, bitch."

Screaming and crying, the girl got off the floor.

Bob unzipped his pants and his 10-inch, hard cock popped out of the zipper hole. He looked at his bitches, "Bitch, get over here and suck my cock!" He said to a brown-haired 9-year-old. Fearing retribution, the girl quickly moved toward her Pa. "Make it quick, bitch."

Billy Joe picked the small 6-year-old up and slammed the girl like a hunk of meat, ass down on the wooden table. Stunned, the girl stopped crying. Billy Jo pulled the girl's small legs off the table. The girl's head crashed down hard on to the wooden table. When her head hit the table, the girl's mind started spinning with hot white sparks and her eyes glazed over.

Billy Joe undid the knot in the rope that served as belt and his pants fell to the worn, wooden floor. Like a small turkey, Billy Joe grabbed the girl's small ankles and pulled her legs up to his chest, holding the girl's small ankles in one hand and his 9 ¾" cock in the other. He lined his cock up with the 6-year-old girl's small cunt entrance. He pushed about an inch of his hard cock into the girl's tiny cunt. The girl's cunt squeezed the tip of his cock, trying to push it out. He smiled and drove his cock all the way into her small, hairless cunt.

The 9-year-old kneeled in front of her Pa's cock. Bob grabbed her brown hair, and said, "Open wide, bitch."

With tears in her eyes, she opened her mouth as wide as she could. Bob shoved the full length of his cock into the girl's mouth, choking her. The girl gagged as Bob's cock slipped into her gullet.

"Suck it good, bitch, or I put you in the hog pen," Bob snarled.

The girl had no choice but to suck her Pa's cock. She had been in the hog pen before, and did not want to return. To steady her Pa's cock, she placed two small fingers at the base of her Pa's cock and started to suck the as much of his 10-inch cock as she could in and out of her 9-year-old mouth.

Billy Joe, to ease the friction the 6-year-old's small cunt was having on his cock, opened the girl's legs, then drove his cock the full length in and out of 6-year-old's tight cunt. To him the girl was no more than a slab of warm, living, tight fuck meat.

As Billy Joe slammed the small girl's cunt, he noticed his cock was turning red with blood. The blood was from the constant abuse the 6-year-old's small cunt received from being fucked four or five times a day.

Billy Joe snarled and fucked the 6-year-old's abused cunt harder, yelling, "This bitch bleeds good."

"I guess I'll have to give the damn bitch a rest." Bob grunted.

Billy Joe did not like the idea of letting any bitch rest, but the bitch did not belong to him, so he said, "Yeah, let the poor bitch rest."

He continued to pump his cock as hard as he could in and out of the girl's small, bleeding cunt. Even with his pre cum and blood to ease the friction the 6-year-old girl's tight cunt had on his cock, Billy Jo's balls were ready to shoot cum.

Billy Jo drove his cock all the way into the 6-year-old cunt. He pinned her thin legs tightly to his chest and flooded the 6-year-old girl's badly abused cunt with his spunk. The girl could be his daughter, his sister, his cousin, niece, or a combination of some or all, but it mattered not to Billy Joe, for he himself was the product of inbreeding, like everyone else in the back woods.

Bob yanked the 9-year-old girl's small fingers off his cock, shoved his cock all the way into the girl's gullet, and yelled, "Swallow it all, bitch," as he choked the girl with his cock and his spunk.

Gagging and almost fainting from lack of air, the 9-year-old girl had no other choice but to swallow her Pa's cum.

Billy Joe pulled his softening cock out of the 6-year-old's cunt and watched his cum-mixed blood trickle out of the small girl's abused cunt hole.

"Bitch, clean your uncle's cock," Bob said to the 9-year-old, who had just finished sucking his cock.

The girl was still gasping for air and did not move fast enough, so Bob slapped her hard across the face. The slap knocked the girl off her knees and onto the floor.

When the girl hit the floor, Billy Jo smiled and said, "Give her to the hogs. That's all that bitch is good for."

"Yep!" Bob said, "She has been in that pen more than all my bitches."

Bob pulled the 9-year-old's dress and ripped it off her half-conscious body. He pulled her arm and dragged her out of the house.

Billy Joe pulled his pants up, knotted his belt and walked after Bob.

Bob opened the gate to the hog pen and dragged the naked, half-conscious 9-year-old girl across the muddy hog pen.

In the house, the 4-months pregnant 13-year-old tended to the 6-year-old's bleeding cunt. She had seen cunts bleed before, but all she could do was stuff a clean rag into the 6-year-old's small cunt.

Bob strapped the 9-year-old into the hog-fucking device. He did not build the device, but he used it to degrade and discipline his bitches. The device consisted of two long boards, one above the other. The gap between the boards was just wide enough to fit a small body. The girl's legs were opened wide and strapped to the bottom board. The height of the device was perfect for the hogs to mount and fuck the girl with their long, corkscrew cocks.

Bob left the pen and closed the gate. He walked to the side of the pen where the girl's head was. The six male hogs in the pen were already gathering behind the girl. The biggest hog in the pen placed his front hoofs on the top board. The hog's long, pink, corkscrew cock started searching for the girl's opening.

Bob and Billy Joe watched as the hog's long, pink cock found the girl's cunt. The 9-year-old was still dazed as the hog's long cock entered her cunt.

His cock still hanging out of his pants, Bob pissed on the girl's face.

When the warm urine splashed her face, the 9-year-old girl opened her eyes. The urine burned her eyes and it took her a moment to realize where she was. When she saw the metal bowl just below her and heard the two men's laughter, she screamed.

"Shut your trap, bitch, or I'll leave you in the pen for a year." Bob grunted with pleasure.

The 9-year-old quickly stopped screaming. She felt the hog's long, corkscrew cock worm its way past her cervix. She knew the hog would soon fill her belly with hot hog cum.

"Billy Joe why don't you stay for supper?"

"Nah, the boys bagged a mess of coon and you knows how much I likes coon."

"OK just remembers to send the boys over with that deer."

"How about I come back with them and gets some of that hog bitch cunt?"

"Sure, you can have the hog bitch for free."

"Thanks, cousin." Billy Joe said and walked off.

"You are one lucky bitch," Bob said to the brown-haired 9-year-old girl being fucked by her second hog, "You best take good care of your Uncle Billy Joe's cock, or I'll keep you in the pen for a year."

"Yes, Pa." The girl answered meekly.

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