
Subject: SUBMIT Sacraficial-Lamb-

WARNING!
The following story is an uncensored sexual fantasy
involving practices that are illegal, immoral, socially
unacceptable, and messy.  Only mature adults with a
firm grasp on reality should venture further.  This
story promotes nothing, and nothing in this story
should be taken seriously.  Readers are cautioned not
to attempt any of these acts without professional
guidance and a net.  If you are underage, hit the 'K'
key.  Reading stories like this can make you go blind. 
If you are a servant of the Lord, looking for sinners
to convert, study this story and memorize it.  This
will help you recognize sinners when you see them. 
Good luck, and avoid mirrors!

Phil Phantom

                       "Sacrificial Lamb"
                          By: Tiffany 

     My husband of eighteen years squandered our meager fortune
on his crazy business venture.  We sold everything trying to
avoid bankruptcy while giving the business one more week after
another.  It was like a slow death watching a lifetime of
possessions go at five and ten cents on the dollar.  In the end,
we failed miserably.  Our last week in Cloverdale was spent
living out of an old VW bus that didn't even run.
     Jeff took an overseas job and left Ginger and I alone.  He
left us with three hundred dollars and nothing expected to come
in for months.  We had to stay in Cloverdale that last week in
May so that Ginger could finish her sophomore year of high
school.  We tried to hide our circumstances by walking the two
miles to her old bus stop each morning and afternoon.  During
those walks, we talked.
     As stressed out as I was, Ginger had her own stresses to
deal with.  She didn't understand what was happening to us.  We
hid things from her as long as possible.  Her life was crashing
down around her just as she was peaking socially.  She made the
varsity cheerleading squad for the next year.  She made the honor
roll as well.  The in-kids accepted her.  Now, she was poor and 
homeless.
     I pitied her.  She deserved better.  She was a good kid, the
apple of her father's eye.  She was the apple of a lot of men's
eyes, in fact.  Ginger had developed into a foxy little girl and
was just starting to date.  I was proud of her.  She inherited
her father's good looks, and my figure.  Her breasts were firm
34c's and still growing.  Her legs were to die for.  I told her
she could start dating at sixteen, and she'd just turned sixteen. 
Had we remained stable, the boys would have been flocking to our
door.
     We had a recovery plan that would put us back in Cloverdale
in a decent house or apartment by summer's end.  Jeff was going
to save every dime he earned and send me enough to set up house
at the end of August.  All I had to do was survive three months
on three-hundred dollars.  To do this, I planned to stay with my
sister and her family in the back woods of Arkansas.  At first, I
fought this and dreaded it.  My sister hadn't married well, had
four brats, all boys, and no hope for a future.  I was blessed
with a sexy body and good personality; Gloria was cursed with big
bones and a nasty disposition.  There was a great jealousy
between us and I fully expected Gloria to exploit my predicament. 
     She is three years my senior and bullied me all the time we
were growing up.  Mom always left her in charge, and Gloria
dominated me.  From very early on, she abused me sexually.  She
often tied me up and let her friends play with me.  When I was
fourteen, she let her boyfriend fuck me while tied to a bed.  She
got me pregnant four times in high school: two miscarried, one
was aborted, Ginger was the last.  Jeff was the father and my
boyfriend at the time.  Gloria offered him a piece of my ass; he
accepted.
     Gloria was not my real concern, though.  Hank was my real
worry.  Hank, Gloria's husband, is pure white trash.  He works,
but intermittently.  He mostly drinks and lies around. 
Furthermore, he's crude, rude, and obnoxious.  He raped a cousin
of ours three years ago, causing a family scandal and rift.  The
rape was covered up, but nobody likes or trusts Hank.  I knew
that Ginger's virginity could be counted in minutes after meeting
Hank.  I knew that Gloria would love seeing me trying to defend
Ginger's modesty and virtue.  I knew she'd love seeing me fail
and being helpless to do anything about it.  I could easily
imagine Gloria holding Ginger's legs apart for her husband,
grinning maniacally at me while I cringed and cowered in a
corner.  They would, of course, use no birth control.  Gloria
would love to see Hank impregnate my daughter.  It would be six
months before we could afford an abortion.   If they succeeded
early, Ginger would be stuck with it.  In fact, if they succeeded
before August, chances are that the first trimester would pass
before we could afford to abort.
     In truth, we had other options, though none were appealing. 
A strange thing happened to me after first considering staying
with Gloria.  While in my bed, thinking of the worst, thinking of
presenting Jeff with a pregnant daughter, I became aroused.  I
fought this feeling.  I hated myself for thinking it and reacting
that way.  Still, I came explosively after giving in to my
finger.  Each night, I added to the scenarios.  Each night, I
explored new dimensions in sexual degeneracy.  I found relief
from the stress and tensions by allowing my imagination to run
free.  The legacy of my experience growing up with Gloria was a
rich harvest of sexual experiences that have fueled an even
richer fantasy sex life.  It wasn't long before I convinced
myself, Jeff, and Ginger that staying the summer with Gloria and
Hank was our only viable option.  
     These thoughts haunted my mind in the weeks before we lost
the house.  I avoided talking about Hank and Gloria, though I'd
had several communications with Gloria in setting up our extended
visit and knew beyond any shadow of a doubt that my worries were
well-grounded.  Each time I called, I made our situation seem
more desperate than before.  Each time I was more humble and
dependent.  Gloria quickly responded and went so far as to tell
me to send current pictures of Ginger before agreeing to take us
in.  Gloria specifically wanted sexy bikini shots.  Prior to
selling the camera, I had to ask Ginger to pose for the pictures
without giving a good explanation.  I found myself posing Ginger
in provocative poses that high-lighted her chest, ass, and loins. 
Ginger did not like reclining with one leg on the floor and the
other bent at the knee and laid against the sofa back, and she
blushed as my lens zeroed in on her inner thighs.  The photo's I
sent Gloria looked like something right out of the swimsuit issue
of Sports Illustrated.
     Gloria called after receiving the photos (collect, of
course).  She asked me point blank if Ginger was a virgin.  I
told her I had no idea, but thought she was.  Gloria insisted I
find out, call her back, and made Ginger's virginity conditional
on taking us in.  I swallowed my pride, promised I would comply,
then went into my bedroom and gave myself a good cum.  That
evening, while clearing supper dishes from the table, I asked
Ginger if she was a virgin.  She turned several shades of red and
looked shocked that I would ask.  I insisted she answer.  She
said, "Yes, of course I am.  Mom, why on earth would you ask me
that?"
     I said, "Oh, just curious.  Every mother gets curious when
her daughter becomes sexually mature.  You will too."  That
explanation satisfied her.  
     I called Gloria and told her that I would be bringing a
virgin.  Gloria laughed and said, "You won't be taking one back. 
Do you still want to come?"
     "I have no choice, you know that."
     "Fine, then bring the bitch here.  We'll take care of her,
real good care."
     I tried to sound concerned but helpless.  I left her
thinking I was resigned to my daughter's fate.  In fact, I was. 
Not only was I resigned to the loss of Ginger's cherry, but more
and more, my fantasies centered on her getting pregnant early and
being forced to carry the child to full term.  I pictured my
lovely, innocent daughter, waddling about a simple apartment,
breasts bulging with mother's milk.  The image alone could get me
off.  
     I needed to prepare Ginger for a radically different
lifestyle.  I told her to forget about cheerleading.  I told her
we may not return to Cloverdale at all.  I convinced her that the
next year or two would be tough; but, that come hell or high
water, she would be able to attend college.  
     She didn't remember much about Gloria, Hank, and their kids. 
The last time we saw them, she was eight.  Abraham, Abe, their
oldest boy was only six at the time.  Bobby was Four.  Chester
was three and Danny, two.  Now they were fourteen, twelve,
eleven, and ten.  Hellions, I was sure.  They were little
hellions back then.  I never gave the boys much thought.  In my
fantasies, they were just there, watching, adding to Ginger's
humiliation and my arousal.
     Ginger appeared to be accepting our lot in life.  She
withdrew socially.  We spent a great deal of time together,
walking, mostly.  As I walked to or from the bus stop with her,
she'd occasionally get ahead of me and stoop to pick up a bud or
leaf.  I'd see those sleek, tanned thighs and imagine semen
trickling down them.  My pussy would instantly lubricate.
     In those final days before boarding a bus to Batesville
Arkansas, I began dropping hints that things in Arkansas might
not be a picnic.  I told her stories about Hank and about my
relationship with my sister.   I told her about the rape Hank
committed.  
     Ginger grew more apprehensive as the day of departure
approached.  Whenever I'd see her anxiety level rise, I'd
reinforce our total helplessness and dependency.  Like the good
girl she was, she'd accept it.  On the bus, I told her that
Gloria had ordered me to take the pictures and that she wanted to
know the state of her hymen.  Ginger gasped and said, "Mom, that
doesn't sound good."
     "No, it doesn't, but what could I do?  I was so thankful you
were a virgin.  She made it conditional on accepting us.  You are
still a virgin, aren't you?"
     "Of course, when could that have changed?"
     "Honey, many girls take those matters into their own hands
using a hair brush handle or a candle."
     "Gosh, Mom!  Do you actually think I'd do something sick
like that."
     "It's not sick, Ginger.  I did it when I was younger than
you.  I used a boiled carrot.  Don't tell me you don't
masturbate."
     She blushed several colors, hung her head, and quietly said,
"Mom, someone might hear you."
     "Well, don't you?"
     "Do we have to talk about it?"
     "Honey, there's a lot we should talk about before this bus
gets to Batesville."
     "I know, but let's not talk about that, okay."  We sat in
silence for a while, then she said, "Mom, why do they care if I'm
a virgin or not.  They don't sound like religious or moral people
to me."
     "Believe me, they are anything but.  I shouldn't have to
tell you why a sexy young virgin would interest a man like your
Uncle Hank."
     "Are you saying he might rape me?"
     I turned and cupped her face, getting very serious.  I said,
"Sweetheart, I'm certain he will have intercourse with you.  If
you fight it, he'll surely rape you.  I'm also certain that
Gloria will love seeing him do it right in front of me.  Honey, I
can't help you.  It will kill me to have to witness you getting
raped all summer long, but it's either that or starve in the
street.  If I have to choose between watching you get screwed and
watching you starved, I'll take watching you get screwed."
     The full impact of my words hit her gradually.  Tears welled
in her big blue eyes and she began to tremble.  I hugged her
tightly to me and stroked her head.  We rocked gently in our
embrace.  I softly said, "Ginger, I couldn't bear to see you get
raped.  He will only rape you if you resist.  Do you understand
what I'm saying to you?"
     She broke our embrace to look into my face.  She wiped tears
from her eyes and said, "What?   Let him?"
     "Honey, I want you to step off of this bus with the
expectation of going to see Uncle Hank for the purpose of having
sex with him."
     "Mom, that's crazy.  I don't want to have sex yet,
especially not with a grown man, and especially not with a
relative."
     "Like it or not, it's going to happen.  I can't stop it. 
You can't stop it.  If you fight it, you may get hurt.  If you
fight, then I will fight; I promise you that.  No mother can
stand to see her daughter get raped.  I could get hurt trying to
defend you.  That's what might happen if you don't accept your
fate."
     "But Mom, how could he rape his own niece?"
     "He's done it before."
     "Can't we go someplace else, get jobs, maybe live in a
tent."
     "No, Ginger.  That would be more dangerous than living with
Hank and Gloria.  Besides, we'd never get jobs without a car or a
home address.  We can't live on the street.  Don't you think I've
thought of every alternative before subjecting you to this?"
     "Yes, I suppose."
     "Honey, all I'm say is, if it's going to happen, and we know
it will, accept it and make the best of it.  Turn it into a game. 
I'm sure you've played nasty games when you were younger - truth
or dare, doctor, post office.  Pretend this is one long nasty
game."
     "I never played games like that."
     "Well, I did and most kids do.  Look, you have to lose your
virginity sometime.  No guy expects a virgin on his wedding
night.  Nobody really cares anymore.  Sex isn't that big a deal. 
Your body has been ready for years.  Who knows, you might grow to
love having sex with your Uncle Hank.  Your dad and I might have
to drag you naked, kicking and screaming from his arms when we
leave here.  We may have to separate you two with a crow bar."
     This made Ginger giggle.  She smiled and said, "I can just
picture Dad dragging me naked from a man's arms."
     "It could happen.  Your body will surprise you.  It can rule
you, make you do things you never dreamed were possible."
     "Okay, Mom.  I won't resist.  I won't like it, and I can
assure you that Daddy will not have to drag me away, naked or
otherwise."  
     I breathed a major sigh of relief.  We cleared our first big
hurdle.  It wasn't long before Ginger came to the next hurdle. 
After sitting pensive, staring out the window, she turned and
said, "What about protection.  Will he use a condom or
something?"
     I took a deep breath and shook my head.  I said, "No, not if
I know Hank.  Besides, Gloria will want him to get you pregnant. 
She'd love nothing more than to send you back to your father,
knocked up with Hank's baby."
     "Mom, I can't get pregnant."
     "I'm afraid you can.  I'm afraid you will."
     "I'll get an abortion, won't I?"
     "If we can afford it, yes.  Now do you see why I said we may
not return to Cloverdale?"
     "If I get pregnant, I don't want to go back.  Oh God, I
can't believe this is happening to me.  What will Daddy say?"
     "He'd better say nothing at all.  This is all his fault.  It
would serve him right if you had to bear an illegitimate bastard
child."
     "Serve him right, what about me?"
     "Look, all you have to do is carry it and deliver it.  We
can adopt the baby out to good people that can't have kids of
their own."
     "God!  That seems so cold blooded."
     "Honey, life is cold blooded.  We've just had it easy up
till now."
     Ginger returned to looking vacantly out the window.  Another
hurdle was past us.  I sat back and smiled inwardly.  This was
much easier than I'd anticipated.
     She became nervous and fidgety as we neared Batesville.  I
placed a reassuring hand on her knee.  I said, "Don't worry,
Ginger.  Hank isn't likely to be here.  I expect Gloria, maybe
some of your cousins.  Try to be brave, dear.  Remember the
game."
     "I'm sorry, Mom, but I can't think of this as a game.  I'm
scared."
     "Well, I hope you don't mind if I do.  I need to try, or
I'll go insane.  Do you know what I'm going to pretend?"
     "No what?"
     "I'm pretending that a rich friend of ours offered us ten
thousand dollars for your baby.  They like your looks and
intelligence.  They want you mated to a tall white man, so
naturally we thought of Uncle Frank.  I'm pretending that I'm
taking you to him for breeding purposes all summer long, just to
be sure it takes.  We need the money that desperately.  Anyway,
that's how I plan to maintain my sanity, by playing make believe. 
You should try it, Ginger.  You'd be surprised what a little make
believe game can do.  Don't you ever fantasize crazy things when
you masturbate?"
     Ginger blushed again.  She said, "Sometimes."
     I sat up, smiling.  I said, "Come on, Ginger.  Tell me what
your craziest fantasy is.  I'll tell you mine."
     "Okay, but you go first."
     "Well, my craziest fantasy would have to be my abduction by
a motorcycle gang fantasy.  Need I say more?"
     "You do if you want to hear mine."
     "Okay, well, they take me way out in the desert.  They strip
me and gather in a circle around my naked cowering body.  They
have biker women with them, and one gets naked and joins me.  She
attacks me with her hands and mouth while they chant and jeer. 
She straddles my head and squats on my face.  I have to do her
orally in order to breathe.  While I'm licking her, she rolls me
over so that I'm kneeling on all fours and the guys start
screwing me doggie style in both places.  After everyone gets a
turn, a real doggie mounts me.  After the dog finishes, they all
pee on me.  That's pretty much it.  Can you top that?"
     Wide-eyed, Ginger said, "Mom!  I had no idea you ever
thought those things.  That was wild.  Would you really want that
to happen?"
     "Of course not.  That's the beauty of fantasy; it isn't
real.  You can imagine anything you want.  How about you, now?"
     "Mine's nothing like that.  Sometimes, I think about a guy
climbing in through my bedroom window and putting something over
my nose while I'm sleeping.  I wake up, but can't move.  He can
then do all kinds of nasty things to me.  I'm powerless.  He
touches me everywhere after taking off all my clothes.  He poses
me in really disgusting poses and takes pictures, super
close-ups, especially you know where.  That's it."
     "What, he doesn't rape you or at least put his penis in your
mouth?"
     She blushed and said, "Well, maybe sometimes."
     I said, "See, you can weave a make believe world.  Try to
make one that fits this reality.  It really will help, Ginger. 
Mine is working so well that I can't wait to get you to Uncle
Hank.  I'll be mentally counting the ten-thousand dollars while
he's doing it to you."
     "Jeez, Mom, you really sound like you can't wait.  You must
be super good at this."
     "I am.  I'll get better as we go along.  I'll bet you that
before long, I can convince you and everyone else that I am
one-hundred percent in favor of Hank getting you pregnant just to
get even with your father.  You know, I like that idea.  They'll
believe it."
     "I'm beginning to believe you already."
     "Honey, if you see me slipping deeper and deeper into this
fantasy, please don't spoil it for me by reminding me that it's
just a fantasy.  I really do need this to keep my sanity.  After
we get away from them, I'll snap right out of it and we can then
deal with the reality.  Will you promise me?"
     "Sure.  I think I understand.  I'll try to go along.  I'm
going to try to think up my own game, okay?"
     "You do that, Ginger.  Just sit back, relax, close your
eyes, and imagine.  We have roughly twenty minutes.  I'll do the
same to try to strengthen mine."  
     Ginger and I rode into Batesville with our eyes closed but
our minds wide open.  When the bus made a sweeping turn and
jerked to a halt, we both opened our eyes.  I looked to Ginger
and said, "Take off your panties.  Just leave them here."
     "WHAT?"
     "You heard me, Ginger.  Take them off before people start
moving about.  Just slip them off, hurry!"
     Ginger still looked stunned, but hurriedly raised her ass
and shimmied down her panties.  She nervously tugged them free of
her shoes and stuffed them between the seat cushions as I said,
"Good.  I don't want anything to be unnecessarily between your
vagina and Hank's cock.  I want you available at all times, do
you understand?"
     Ginger gulped, blushed, and said, "Yes mother."
     I saw Gloria waiting with two boys.  She'd put on thirty
pounds but otherwise looked the same.  We emerged from the bus
and were greeted coldly.  Gloria introduced her two youngest
boys, Chester and Danny.  We stepped clear of the crowd and
Gloria said, "Give me the money."
     I handed her a roll of bills totaling $178.00.  She asked
for my change, also.  I had agreed to surrender what cash I had,
but this seemed extreme.  I emptied my purse right there on the
ramp and gave her a handful of change.  We gathered our bags and
followed her to a luggage locker.  She had us place our
belongings in the locker, including our purses, then deposited
four quarters and removed the key.  This, she dropped into her
bra.  She then led us to the lady's room, checked inside, placed
a hand-made sign on the door that said "out for cleaning," and
motioned us in.  We moved past the first room into the sink and
toilet area.  Gloria turned to us and said, "Get out of those
clothes.  I brought you things that won't make you look so much
like Yankee tourists.  Get a move on; we don't have all day."
     I knew Gloria would find some way to humiliate me, but I
didn't expect her to start in so soon.  I shrugged and began
removing my clothes.  Ginger stood frozen in shock.  We've never
seen each other naked before.  I removed my top and told Ginger
to strip.  When I dropped my skirt, she began unbuttoning her
dress, turning her back on us.  I was the first to be naked and
felt deep shame and embarrassment under Gloria's leering grin.  I
assisted Ginger, pulling her dress over her head and unclasping
her bra.  Gloria commented on Ginger's lack of panties, making
her blush.  I knelt before Ginger to remove her shoes and socks. 
While kneeling, I could not help but glance to her loins.  Her
light downy muff hid little of her sex.  Her lips were puffy and
full, fresh, young, and healthy looking.  My heart pounded as I
stood facing Gloria.
     Gloria said, "Get her up on the counter so I can check that
cherry out.  There better be one or I'll walk right out of here
with your clothes and leave you two to fend for yourselves."
     I pulled Ginger to the counter and pressed her buttocks to
the edge.  She was stiff and trembling.  She hugged her chest and
tried to conceal her loins.  I lifted her onto the counter's edge
then stepped aside for Gloria.  Gloria came up and pushed on
Ginger's chest until her shoulders rested against mirror glass. 
She took hold of Ginger's feet by the ankles and forced them out
in opposite directions, resting them on the countertop.  Pushing
hard on the insides of Ginger's knees, she said firmly, "You stay
put just like this until I tell you to get down, you hear?"
     Tears welled in Ginger's eyes as her head nodded.  Gloria
wasted no time.  She reached to cup Ginger's open pussy,
inserting her middle finger.  Ginger winced and turned her head
away as Gloria made a big production out of examining her
internally.  She got low and used the fingers of both hands to
spread Ginger's lips wide.  She peered inside, sniffed her
opening, then said, "Not bad, not bad at all."  She let go and
stood but kept her hand busy fondling Ginger's sex.  She said,
"You're lucky, Gwen.  If I..."
     The door opened and a gruff male African-American voice
bellowed into the cavernous lady's room, "Hey, who put dis sign
on my doe.  Who in dare?"
     Gloria went to him.  I heard her trying to placate him, then
heard him enter.  Ginger and I exchanged looks of frozen terror
as the man peered around the corner and exclaimed, "Holy, sweet
Jesus!  Lord have mercy!"
     Gloria led him before Ginger.  She cowered in a ball on the
counter top.  I backed against the wall, covering my breasts and
crotch.  Gloria went to Ginger and slapped her hard across the
haunches, saying, "I told you to stay put, didn't I?  Now get
that way."
     I stood in awe as Ginger resumed her exposed and vulnerable
display before the leering older black man.  Tears rolled
steadily down her cheeks.  Her breath came in staccato gasps
making her tits vibrate.  He gazed on Ginger's spread beaver. 
Gloria tapped him on the shoulder and said, "Look, if you want
one, you'll have to settle on that one.  This one's reserved."  
     She pointed to me then marched over and took me by the
scruff of my neck and forced me over to him.  She brought me
between the man and Ginger, then turned me in profile to Ginger
and pushed my head down between my knees.  From between my knees,
I watched the man take out a monstrous black penis and begin
stroking it.  It was easily the largest cock I'd ever seen.  It
rested in his palm like a big slab of meat as he lazily stroked
its length, displaying it to Ginger's terrified eyes.  I could
see her face by looking up and to my right, and see his cock by
looking between my legs.  Gloria released her hold on my neck
after kicking my left foot out wide.  I knew better than to raise
up.  I gripped my thighs in preparation.
     The man said, "How bout I jus wet the head in dis one and
fuck dat one?"
     Gloria was getting a camera from the grocery bag she'd
brought in with her.  She thought for a moment, then said, "I see
no harm in that, but if you try to shove that fuck stick up her
hole, I'll scream rape so loud that cops from three counties will
show up, you hear me?"
     "Yes'am.  Don't you fret none bout dat."
     I look over and saw him press that dark purple head into the
wet slit of my daughter's pussy.  He pressed hard, forcing her
lips to mold over his crown.  Ginger's eyes were wide with fear,
staring at her vulnerable sex and at the cudgel knocking at the
door.  He moved his cock up and down her slit, plowing her sex. 
He used it to rub over her standing clit while Gloria snapped a
picture.  She said, "This is too good to waste.  Go ahead and see
if you can get the head in, but just the head, hear."
     "Yes'am."
     Gloria said to me, "You get around on the other side and
open her up wide for him."
     I stood and came up on Ginger's left side as Gloria took a
position on the right.  I gave Ginger a look of resignation, then
bent forward, placing my fingers along her pussy lips and pulling
out.  It was the most erotic sight I'd ever seen or imagined. 
Twelve inches of thick black cock, poised to enter my daughter's
small virginal pussy.  Her sex lips felt taunt and hot under my
fingers.  I watched closely as he grabbed her by the hips and
pulled.  Ginger cried, "Oh!  Oh!  No!  It hurts!"  He kept
pulling.  The big crown wedged its way past her ring of tissue
and lodged inside.  Gloria took the shot after making me look
into the lens and smile.  Ginger exhaled a long breath as he
stopped pulling in.
     Ginger then directed me to grab his cock and pump it.  I
eagerly curled my fingers around his massive member and slid the
skin back and forth.  Gloria ordered me to get my face down near
the action and smile.  I rested my cheek on Ginger's pubic mound
with my lips right above her erect clit, hoping to inspire my
sister.  Gloria took the picture then told me to suck on her
clit.  I feigned reluctance, but hungrily took her little nub
into my mouth and sucked hard, twirling my tongue around it. 
Ginger moaned and stiffened under my tongue as two flashes
followed.  I continued to suck on Ginger's clit until she
shuddered out a climax.  Gloria ordered me back in position, and
told the man to pull out.
     I got ready and he got behind me.  Ginger had an excellent
view.  I wanted her to see how enjoyable sex can be.  I'd never
taken anything so big and worried that I might not be able to
stifle an agonized moan or groan.  He entered me much easier than
he entered Ginger.  He drew my ass over his cock, allowing little
time for me to adjust.  I bit my tongue and took it.  The pain
was excruciating at first, but I quickly adjusted.  Soon he was
fucking my cunt in long deep strokes, giving me the most
deliciously wicked sensations.  I began meeting his thrusts and
pulling my cheeks apart, moaning in ecstasy.  I said, "Oh, yes,
fuck me!  Fuck me hard!"
     He did.  His big, black balls slapped my ass.  We made
squishy sucky fuck noises.  I threw my head about crying out lewd
encouragements.  We heard a female voice call from the door, "How
long you gonna be.  I goota go."
     He said, "Jus be a minute ma'am."
     The door closed; he stepped up his pace.  He pulled me back
hard and came.  His warm flow triggered my climax.  I ground out
my orgasm with my ass against his pubic hair.  After he finished,
he pulled out.  Cum poured from my gaping hole.  I stood slowly,
stiff but feeling no pain.  I looked to Ginger.  Her face was a
mask of awe and stunned disbelief.  Gloria made me pose for
Ginger with my pussy thrust out, leaking cum.  She then tossed us
sack dresses from the bag and told us to put them on.
     These were real burlap bag sacks.  They were feed sacks with
the feed company labels still on them.  They had holes for our
head and slits down both sides for our arms.  While we were thus
engaged, the janitor left and a middle-aged lady entered.  She
took one look at us and froze.  She saw the cum streaming down my
legs, looked at Ginger still posed as she'd been instructed,
shook her head, and headed for a stall.  Ginger and I quickly
donned our sacks before anyone else came in.  I helped Ginger
make hers look more dresslike by folding under the extra material
at her shoulders.  Gloria handed us two pieces of rope to belt
the waists.  I wrapped Ginger's twice around her waist and tied
it neatly.  Her sack came three inches below her crotch and
didn't look all that bad.  She did not like the way the sides
left her exposed to her waist.  You could see the swell of her
breasts.  Ginger helped me with mine.  My sack just barely made
it past my pubic hairs.  I looked at myself in the mirror and
said, "Gloria, you can't possibly be thinking of taking us out in
these."
     Gloria gathered our clothes, shoes and all,  and deposited
them in the waste can.  I used paper towels to wipe cum from my
legs as Gloria said, "Lets go.  Move it!"
     She took me by the elbow.  Ginger followed.  I wasn't
through wiping.  I dropped the paper towels as Gloria thrust me
into the terminal and on toward the exit.  Heads turned and
followed as we went.  She marched us to an old, beat-up station
wagon.  I started to get in and remembered our bags.  "Gloria,
our bags?"  I said.
     "They'll be here next week when we come in to do our
shopping.  If you two behave yourselves, we'll pick them up.  Get
in."
     I got in front.  Ginger got sandwiched between the two boys
in the back seat.  When I sat, my sack drew up so far that I sat
with my bare ass on hot vinyl.  I yelled and lifted my ass. 
Gloria laughed as she maneuvered the car through Batesville
traffic and I rode with my ass off the seat.  We were in the
country in no time, traveling down a two lane highway. 
Gradually, I regained my seat, still bare ass on vinyl.  I looked
behind me to see how Ginger was doing.  She sat scrunched between
the two boys, trying desperately to hide her intimate secrets. 
Her arms were tucked in tightly at her sides with her hands
covering her crotch.  Her sack hid little more than mine, but
she'd managed to get some under her ass.  The boys were making
things difficult for her by pulling out the front of the arm
slots and looking at her tits.  When she tried to shield her
tits, they tugged at the hand in her crotch.  Their efforts grew
more and more intense as we went along.  Ginger was trying
heroically not to make a sound, but when Chester took one hand 
and Danny took the other, she cried, "No!  Stop!"
     Gloria ignored her so I took that as my cue and faced front. 
Gloria said, "That's some kid you got there.  And to think, you
owe it all to me."
     I glanced back to Ginger.  She fought silently to keep their
hands from her crotch, having to surrender her breasts to do so. 
Each boy had a tit.  I looked to Gloria and said, "I assume Hank
will be relieving her of her virginity."
     "No, he'd like to, but its far to valuable to waste on him. 
Even he agrees on that.  No, we've arranged a trade with a
neighbor down the road:  Her cherry for a pregnant sow.  We need
the pigs more than Hank needs to poke a virgin."
     Ginger heard everything we said.  I sat back and thought. 
It never occurred to me that they might sell her virginity.  I
tried to think of how I should react in keeping with my game.  I
said, "What does he look like.  Is he at least white?"
     "All our neighbors are white."
     "Is he tall, short, fat?"
     "What's it to you?"
     "I'm just curious."
     "He's taller than Ginger and shorter than Hank.  He's over
fifty and has a big gut.  Don't you want to know how big his dick
is?  I'm sure Ginger does."
     "Do you know?"
     "I fuck him every Saturday.  That's how we get eggs."  She
looked back at Ginger and said, "His dick is half the size of
that nigger's back at the bus station, but it's just as thick. 
Hey, you stop fighting my boys!  If they want to look or feel,
you let them.  Sit on those hands, NOW!"  Ginger quickly shoved
her hands under her ass.  "Pull that sack up first.  Get it up
around your waist.  That's it.  Now, sit on them.  Okay, now
place your right foot on the right door arm rest and your left
foot on the left one.  DO IT, BITCH!"
     I turned to watch as Ginger reluctantly followed
instructions.  In doing so, she left herself totally exposed and
open.  Both boys went for her pussy as Ginger began crying,
looking to me for help.  I felt a twinge of guilt for getting her
into this fix, but stronger than that was the realization that my
fantasy was going to be realized in spades.  Gloria told them,
"You better keep your little bony fingers out of her twat.  If
you fuck up and break her cherry, your pa will beat you both to a
pulp."
     Ginger sat helplessly covered with a full-body blush.  The
boys teased her cunt roughly, pulling and twisting at her fleshy
parts.  I saw Danny poke a stiff finger up her asshole, making
her wince.  Chester knew about pussies.  He rubbed her clit fast
and hard.  Despite her fear and anxiety, her pussy responded to
this crude fondling.  Her entire cuntal plane was quickly
saturated in her juices as were the hands that played in it.  I
looked to Gloria and said, "By the looks of things, I suppose
I'll be taking her home pregnant."
     "You knew that when you first called.  Don't bullshit me,
Gwen.  Why do you want the kid knocked up?"
     "Honestly...to get back at Jeff.  He really blew it, Gloria. 
He ruined everything we built over eighteen years.  Ginger is his
pride and joy.  I want him to pay dearly."
     "I never knew you had it in you.  She's innocent.  Don't it
bother you to sacrifice her to get even with him?"
     "A little, yes.  Still, it's not my fault we're here, and
there's nothing I can do about it now that we are here.  I have
nothing to feel guilty about.  She'd get pregnant whether I
wanted it or not."
     "That's true.  I haven't changed.  Getting you knocked up
four times was my greatest accomplishment.  It'll be a pleasure
doing Ginger.  If you really want to do this right and get even
with Jeff, make her carry the kid all the way."
     "Oh, I plan to.  Who knows, we may keep it."  Ginger had
been listening in on our conversation.  I'd been glancing back,
looking mostly at her crotch.  When I said this, I was looking
right into her disbelieving eyes.  The look she returned
reflected her confusion.  I lowered my eyes to the fingers
rubbing her clit.  Chester triggered her orgasm as I watched. 
Ginger's hips lifted involuntarily.  She pressed hard against
the doors while lifting her crotch into his fingers.  She groaned
and shuddered, biting her lower lip.  After she relaxed, Chester
began smearing her juices over her mound, lower belly, and inner
thighs.  Danny was sucking on one tit and toying with the other. 
     We turned onto a dirt road ten miles out of Batesville. 
Gloria said, "It's eight miles down this road to our place. 
Jubel's place is on the way.  We'll be dropping her off there. 
He gets her for twenty-four hours."
     I looked back to see how Ginger took this news.  She pleaded
with her eyes.  Gloria said, "Why don't you boys slip that sack
off her.  Ain't nobody going see shit on this road.  I want to
hand her to Jubel buck-assed naked and ready to fuck."
     The boys eagerly set to work.  Ginger moaned as her hands
were brought out from under her ass.  She offered no resistance
as they drew her covering over her head.  Gloria looked back and
said, "Place your arms out on the top of the seat, Ginger. 
Stretch out and let those boys at your tits.  Maybe they'll give
your cunt a rest."
     Ginger followed orders.  She was soon spread out and fully
open to their groping.  Her tits were getting a thorough workout
with hands and mouths.  She still maintained her blush and
far-off stare as we bounced and swayed down the rutted, winding
dirt road.  Ten minutes later, we turned down a long drive,
arriving at a modern brick farm house.  Gloria honked the horn
and got out.  She opened the door and took Ginger's hand, almost
dragging her out.  A rotund, balding man in  bib over-alls
stepped from the porch, followed by two barefoot teenage boys
older than Ginger.  Gloria picked Ginger up in her strong arms
and met them half way, transferring Ginger to the man.  He took
her and went straight for the house.  Ginger's panicked face
peered back at me over his shoulder as the two boys followed,
poking and slapping at her exposed flesh, laughing with glee.
     My heart went out to Ginger.  This was nothing like I had in
mind.  Gloria got in, smiled at me and put the car in gear.  She
said, "Poor thing is trembling like a leaf.  Don't worry, Jubel
and his boys aren't all that mean.  They'll show her a good
time."
     One half mile down that same road, we pulled into a
weed-filled lot with an old trailer house on it.  Junk littered
the area.  The homemade add-on looked ready to fall over.  The
house had a screened-in porch but no door.  Chickens roamed
freely.  In the back were goat pens, a hog pen, and a chicken
coop.  A big mangy dog lumbered over, lazily wagging his tail. 
The chain stopped his progress short of the car.
     The two older boys came bounding from the trailer wearing
only cutoff army pants belted with rope.  Abe opened my door and
I got out.  The boys were joined by Chester and Danny.  Bobby
yelled out, "Can we fuck her now, Ma?"
     "Not till your pa has her."
     I was stunned and turned to face Gloria.  Suddenly four
pairs of hands attacked my sack dress, ripping it from my body. 
I stumbled about, trying to keep my feet as sack remnants were
torn away.  All that was left was the rope.  Gloria came over and
wrapped a heavy link chain around my neck and secured it with a
pad lock leaving a long chain tail to drag on the ground.  She
answered my quizzical look saying, "We keep our valuable pets
locked up.  Go into the house and step to the back.  Hank is
waiting for you."
     I knew the futility of arguing or asking for mercy.  I hung
my head, picked up my chain, and entered the trailer.
     Inside, the trailer was a mess.  It smelled dank and moldy. 
I stepped over trash and dirty clothes in making my way to the
rear.  Hank was naked on the bed, stroking his hardon.  He
grinned evilly and said, "Well, well, little Gwen Peterson.  Get
over here and suck my dick!  I went to him and knelt by the bed. 
I took his cock in my mouth and sucked.  After sucking him off,
he drank a beer while watching me masturbate.  Afterwards, he
screwed my ass, my mouth, and my cunt, in that order.  When he
came, he got up, went out and yelled, "Okay boys, she's all
yours."
     I sat up in stunned disbelief as the thunder of happy feet
clambered through the trailer.  The boys came surging into the
small room and literally feel upon me.  They were all naked and
sporting erections.  Those erections found holes, one by one,
until my mouth, ass, and cunt were occupied.  For what seemed an
hour, they traded off and got off.  Semen was everywhere.  They
exhausted me.  It was no fun at all the way they abused me.
     After they finished with me, they took me outside.  Gloria
led me out back.  At the mid point of the trailer, she secured
the end of my chain to a steel stake.  She pointed to a cleared
space under the trailer that had several old blankets and said,
"That's your bed, there's your water bowel, and we'll bring food
out twice a day.  When it rains, you might have to get way under
there, but look out for black widow spiders."
     I could not believe my ears.  I said, "Gloria, no, you can't
be serious."
     "Oh, I'm dead serious.  I've been dreaming of this for over
twenty years, you stupid cunt."
     "But Gloria, I brought you Ginger.  I thought you'd be
happy."
     "Oh, I'm tickled shitless.  I know why you brought her, too. 
You want me to do to her what I used to do to you.  I will, too,
only now, I'm much better at it.  I've learned so much.  You'll
see.  Don't worry, I'll let you both go at the end of August, but
till then, you're both mine."  She chucked me roughly under the
chin and said, "Enjoy your stay, bitch!"  She swaggered off,
leaving me paralyzed. 
     
     I spent three hours alone.  The hot sun forced me under the
trailer.  Hank, like most rednecks, owned a pack of hunting dogs
that he kept in a pen out back.  They yapped and barked
constantly.  Rest was out of the question.  Fleas, ants, and
mosquitoes pestered me constantly and flies swarmed my wet
crotch.  After an hour of swatting at them, I just let them have
me.  I laid on my side and sobbed.
     Just before dark, Hank and the boys came for me.  They
released my chain from the stake and walked me to a shed.  There,
I saw two devices made from sections of plywood and  wooden
packing crates.  One looked finished, while the other was in
pieces awaiting assembly.  Hank ordered me to lie over the crate
after placing a cushion on it.  I knelt on the plywood and leaned
over the cushion, resting my chest on the crate.  The boys
attached straps to my legs and arms, securing me on all fours. 
Hank draped a carpet section over my back and tied it in place,
leaving my ass exposed.  My knees were eighteen inches apart, so
I was quite vulnerable.
     I noticed a rope attached to the front of the plywood base. 
They picked it up and began dragging the device with me on it. 
Panic welled up in me.  I had no idea what their intention was,
but I knew this did not bode well.  They dragged me towards the
dog pen.  Our course never veered.  Sudden awareness dawned and I
cried out, "No!  Hank, No!  What are you doing?  You can't be
serious."
     Hank unlatched the gate and shoed the dogs back.  The boys
dragged me through until I was fully inside.  They dropped the
rope and eased out, followed by Hank.  He latched the gate and
said, "Don't worry, they won't bite."
     I was in a total panic as the dogs came near and began
sniffing at my rear, nosing my crotch.  I saw Gloria saunter over
and take her place at the fence.  I looked up and said, "Why?"
     She only smiled that evil smile.  The dogs, meanwhile, were
getting agitated.  Their excitement grew.  Tongues lapped at my
crotch.  Suddenly, one jumped up and began humping.  I felt his
pointed prick poke at my rear openings until one lucky poke
buried it in my pussy.  After that, he sank all the way and
fucked rapidly.  They laughed at my humiliation.  They watched
those dogs take me one after the other, some got lodged in my
ass.  After all were sated, Hank told Abe, "You and Bobby get to
work on that other one.  Ginger will be here tomorrow.  I want it
ready.  We have a bunch of friends coming over to meet our family
from up north."
     My head fell.  A dog came up and licked my face.  Gloria
stepped into the pen and squatted at my side.  She lifted my face
and turned it to hers, saying, "Honey, you ain't seen nothing
yet.  I've got big plans for you and Ginger.  Who knows, maybe
Ginger will deliver a litter of puppies.  Won't that piss Jeff
off?"  She laughed her maniacal laugh and left.
     I knew we were in for a long, hot summer       

          THE END

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