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Copyright © 2002 Norm DePloom.  ALL Rights Reserved
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All the characters and events in this story are 
fictional; any resemblance to real people or events is 
entirely coincidental.



Junk Yard Bitch

By
Norm DePloom

Damn, he better appreciate this, Rosie thought as she 
pulled up to the dilapidated shack with the weathered 
'office' sign hanging precariously over the door.  
After turning off the engine Rosie stepped out of her 
car then walked reluctantly toward the building.  As 
she stepped through the door Rosie found herself 
hoping that the building would remain standing long 
enough for her to get back outside.  

"Hello?"  Rosie inquired, her voice barely above a 
whisper as she stepped up to the dirty counter.

"Hello?  Anyone here?"  Rosie spoke a little louder.  
Rosie did her best to avoid touching any of the filthy 
surfaces around her while she waited for someone to 
notice her.

"Can I help you little lady?"  Rosie jumped when she 
heard the booming base voice right behind her then 
spun around prepared to explain to the speaker that 
she did not appreciate being called 'little lady' in 
that condescending manner.  Her words of protest died 
un-uttered as Rosie found herself face to chest with a 
giant of a man wearing oil and grease covered 
coveralls with, as far as she could tell, nothing 
underneath them.  

"I called," Rosie began to explain, breathing 
shallowly trying not to smell the combination of oil, 
grease, dirt and sweat that seemed to be about to 
suffocate her, "about the part?"  Rosie looked up at 
the giant's face.  He looks harmless, she thought.  
"The part for my boyfriend's car?"  She continued when 
it became obvious that the man had no idea what she 
was talking about.  

"Yes," the corners of the man's mouth turned up into a 
smile that made Rosie just a tad uneasy, "the part for 
your boyfriend's car."  The man raised his massive arm 
and pointed out the door with one finger of his beefy 
hand extended.  "Just follow that path to the right."  
He instructed Rosie, stepping back out the door and 
pointing at some indeterminate place seemingly beyond 
the horizon.  "The wreck is about halfway through the 
yard.  Did ya bring any tools?"  

"What?"  Was all Rosie could manage in response. 

"This is a you-pull-it place."  The man said, 
obviously expecting that to explain everything to 
Rosie.  "If'n you want a part," the man explained when 
he realized that Rosie had no idea what he was talking 
about, speaking in an exaggerated, slow voice like he 
was explaining the obvious to an idiot, "you've got to 
pull it out'a the wreck yourself." 

"Oh."  Rosie responded when she finally realized what 
the man was telling her.  Rosie held her hand up to 
shade her eyes from the sun and looked up at the face 
of the man in front of her.  "I'd be glad to pay you 
extra if you would pull it for me."  Rosie blushed and 
became acutely aware of how the wind was blowing her 
blouse against her body, accentuating her breasts, as 
the man looked her body up and down.

"O.K. little lady," he continued after apparently 
deciding that she was good enough looking to do a 
favor for, "follow me."  Rosie very aware of her blush 
hurried to keep up with the man as he walked into the 
junkyard with long unhurried strides.

"I don't like being called that."  Rosie called after 
the man as she worked to keep up with him.

"Don't like ta'be called what, mam?" He asked Rosie 
without slowing down his pace.

"Little lady."  Rosie almost shouted, then came to a 
quick stop to avoid running into the man who had 
suddenly stopped walking.

"Why not?"  He asked turning to look down at Rosie.  
"You say'n you're not little? Or you say'n you're not 
a lady?"  Rosie was extremely aware of her petite 
size, especially when confronted by a giant like this 
man and she always strove to act like a lady.  She 
doubted he would even understand what she was talking 
about if she used the word 'condescending'.   

"It's not that..." Rosie's voice faded as she spoke.

"I never could understand why any woman would object 
to being called 'little' or 'lady'."  He continued.  
"'Specially when they're a cute little bundle like 
you."  With that the man turned and continued to walk, 
leaving Rosie debating whether she should continue 
following him or turn around and head back towards the 
safety of her car.  I've come this far, she thought as 
she hurried after the junkyard owner, Steve god damn 
well better appreciate this.  

"I didn't mean to insult you."  Rosie said as she 
caught up with him.

"Here we are."  Was his only response as he stopped 
beside a wrecked car setting amongst the other wrecked 
cars with its hood up; looking like a patient waiting 
for the doctor to examine its throat.  

"I think this is what you're really looking for."  The 
man said as he pulled Rosie over to the car and, 
putting his hand on the back of her neck, bent her 
over the cars fender.

"Oh god no."  Rosie shrieked as her face was smashed 
against the cold steel of the oil and dirt covered 
engine.  Rosie tried to fight back but her attempts to 
kick backwards only seemed to help her attacker work 
her slacks and panties down her legs to her ankles.  
After striping her lower body the man, while still 
holding her head against the engine, pulled first her 
right then her left hand behind her back where he held 
her crossed wrists securely in his powerful grip.

"Please mister," Rosie began to beg lifting her head 
from the cold steel and turning as much as her 
attacker would allow, to look at him with tears 
streaming down her cheeks.

"You don't have'ta beg little lady," the man said 
leaning over Rosie as he forced his hand between her 
legs, "I'm going to give you exactly what you want."   
Using his knee to push Rosie's legs further apart the 
large man easily opened her and pushed his hand 
against her exposed cunt.  

"Please don't hurt me."  Rosie begged softly as she, 
realizing that struggle was futile, relaxed as much as 
possible against the car resolved to endure the attack 
with as much dignity as she could muster.  He may have 
been a dirty, sweaty, inbred, redneck, hillbilly but 
Rosie quickly realized that this man knew his way 
around the female anatomy.  

Held bent over the front fender of a wrecked car, her 
cheek resting against the cold engine, Rosie quickly 
realized that she was getting wet.  She felt her face 
burning as the man's finger slipped inside her.  Rosie 
felt the finger probe deeply inside her body before it 
was removed.  Again she lifted and turned her head to 
see the man unhook the straps and let his coveralls 
fall to the ground around his ankles.  Continuing to 
hold her crossed wrists in his left hand the man 
leaned forward until his cockhead pressed against her 
cunt lips. 

"Oh god."  Rosie said quietly as she felt her pussy 
lips parting and stretching to accommodate her 
attackers hard cock.  As the rock hard dick pushed 
relentlessly into her, stopping the assault only 
occasionally to pull part way out then resume its 
inevitable forward movement, Rosie calculated how many 
days it had been since her last period.  She groaned 
softly with the realization that this redneck rapist 
could very easily make her pregnant.  The forced 
penetration of Rosie's body continued until she felt 
the man's kinky pubic hair mashed against the smooth 
skin of her butt.  Rosie had expected the assault to 
be quick and rabbit-like, several fast hard strokes 
then, after drenching her insides with potentially 
pregnancy causing hillbilly cum, to be released to go 
about her business.  
 
Rosie closed her eyes and tried to pretend that she 
wasn't being fucked by a smelly redneck in the middle 
of a filthy junkyard.  The man settled into a steady 
rhythm, pumping his large hard cock in and out of 
Rosie's now thoroughly wet pussy at an angle which 
caused it to press and drag firmly against Rosie's 'G' 
spot with each stroke.  Rosie quickly found herself in 
the middle of a completely humiliating series of 
orgasms, which followed one upon the other in rapid 
order, each one surpassing the last in intensity.  No 
matter how hard she tried, Rosie could not stop her 
wet cunt from clamping down on her rapist's cock and 
milking it with rhythmic contractions.  

"My new little bitch likes fucking."  The redneck 
rapist observed as he reached around and began 
stroking and pinching Rosie's clitoris.  

"No," Rosie panted as her body convulsed with another 
unasked for orgasm, "please, no."  The redneck behind 
her held him self buried deep in Rosie's pussy and 
moaned loudly while his cock jerked and twitched, 
filling her with potentially baby making sperm.  He 
continued to hold himself inside Rosie's twitching and 
spasming cunt while his cock softened, finally 
slipping out allowing a stream of his cum to run down 
Rosie's thigh.  Rosie wanted nothing more than for her 
rapist to release her so she could go home, take a 
shower and try to forget that this assault had ever 
happened.  

As soon as her wrists were released by her attacker 
Rosie tried to run but only made one step before she 
was tripped by her slacks around her ankles and fell 
face first into the oil drenched, hard packed dirt.  
Deciding that it was easier to take her pants off 
completely, than to try to pull them up, Rosie rolled 
over and removed her feet from the pant's legs before 
standing up and running back the way she had come.  
The redneck slowly pulled his overalls back up and 
fastened the bib with the shoulder straps, while he 
watched his victim, naked from the waist down running 
along the path away from him.  His clothes back in 
position, the huge man picked up Rosie's slacks, 
underwear and purse then walked slowly back towards 
the office.  

Rosie was beyond reasonable thought her only goal was 
to get to her car and escape the maniac who had just 
raped her.  That her car keys were in her purse, which 
was in the possession of her attacker, did not occur 
to Rosie.  After running what Rosie estimated to be 
about three quarters of the way back to her car, Rosie 
came to a sudden halt when she rounded one of the 
ubiquitous wrecked cars and found herself facing two 
snarling vicious looking dogs.  

The dogs did not attack, but backed Rosie up against 
the derelict car and snapped at her crotch and thighs 
every time she tried to move.  As Rosie looked around 
trying to find a way around the dogs her attacker came 
around the bend in the path.  

"Good boy Stud, good boy Prince."  The two dogs sat, 
blocking Rosie's escape path and panted with their 
tongues hanging out the sides of their mouths waiting 
for orders from their owner.  

"They don't take to strangers," the man informed 
Rosie, "so I think it'd be best if you'd get to know 
them."  Rosie held out her hand to be sniffed only to 
receive a threatening growl from the dogs.  "They can 
only get to know you if you're naked," the man 
announced with a grin, "so I think you better take off 
your blouse and bra."  Rosie shook her head 'no'.  
With a casual wave of his hand Rosie's attacker turned 
the dogs into two snarling, snapping beasts.  Rosie 
quickly unbuttoned her blouse and pulled it off, then 
unhooked her bra and let it slip down her trembling 
arms before she held her hands up to cover her 
nipples.  Rosie's face was red, and her whole body 
trembled with fear, rage and humiliation.  

"Back."  The dogs took a few steps back, easing 
Rosie's fear only slightly.  "Now," the man said 
turning to Rosie, "get down on your hands and knees."  
Rosie looked around hoping to see somebody, anybody 
who could help her.  The dogs began to snarl again so 
Rosie did as the man ordered.  

"Now," the man said as he squatted beside her, "Spread 
your legs, then lower your shoulders until your tits 
are on the ground and stretch your arms out over your 
head."  Rosie did as the man ordered, turning her head 
and resting her cheek on the ground. 

"Prince, Stud," the man addressed the dogs, "don't let 
her move."  The man stood up and walked away from 
Rosie, leaving her lying exposed and naked with two 
drooling dogs ready to tear her apart.  Rosie closed 
her eyes and tried not to think about how she looked 
with her cunt and ass sticking up, available to anyone 
who might come along.  She groaned loudly a few 
minutes later when she heard male voices approaching.

"There she is boys," Rosie heard the familiar voice of 
the man who had raped her, "our new bitch."

"You fuck her yet?"  One of the other voices asked.

"Yep, and the slut started cuming as soon as I shoved 
my cock into her.  Her cunt milked me dry, she didn't 
stop cuming until I filled her with my spunk and 
pulled my cock out of her."  Rosie felt hands touching 
her upturned butt and thighs, almost like they were 
testing the muscle tone of an animal they were 
considering buying.  Then fingers pulled her cunt even 
further open and pushed inside her.  Rosie's tears 
soaked into the ground, but she didn't dare move.

"I just thought you two would like to see Stud and 
Prince fuck her before we take her back to the shed." 

"Oh god, please no." Rosie begged softly when she 
heard the redneck rapist talk about his dogs fucking 
her.

"Shit ya, dad."  The other two voices answered.  The 
two sons climbed up and sat on the wrecked car while 
the father leaned over and spoke to the woman he had 
raped earlier.

"I suggest that you remain perfectly still," he paused 
to spit on the ground near Rosie's head, "if you move, 
or try to get away these two dogs will rip you to 
shreds."  The father joined his two sons on the car.

"Prince," he ordered, "mount."  Rosie squeezed her 
eyes shut and tried once again to pretend nothing was 
happening as tears leaked from her tightly closed eyes 
onto the ground.  She jumped when she felt Prince's 
cold nose pressed into her wet oozing pussy.  The cold 
nose was replaced with a tongue as the dog lapped its 
master's cum from Rosie's cunt and thighs.  The 
licking stopped and Rosie heard Stud yapping and 
prancing around in excitement as her hips were grasped 
by the claws of the dog that was mounting her.  
Prince's claws dug painfully into Rosie's skin as she 
felt the dog making repeated thrust at her pussy.  
Once he hit her cunt dead on the dog moved closer to 
Rosie as he pulled at her hips with his sharp claws 
and fucked his doggie cock more deeply into her.  

"Fuck the bitch, Prince, fuck the bitch."  The men 
encouraged their dog to rape Rosie as she sobbed with 
her face buried in the dirt.  The dog fucked 
frantically for several minutes before he came inside 
Rosie's violated body and was replaced by the other 
dog, Stud.  The three men continued to cheer and 
encourage there pets until the second dog made his 
deposit then, curling up not far from Rosie began to 
lick his cock.

"I'm next."  One of the sons announced jumping down 
from the car.

"Go for it Billy Bob."  In spite of the fact that she 
was about to be rapped for the fourth time in less 
than an hour Rosie thought, how trite, I'm going to be 
fucked by a redneck named Billy Bob.  Kneeling behind 
their 'new bitch', Billy Bob pushed his cock into 
Rosie's already well-fucked pussy.  With the 
accumulated cum of his father and two dogs for 
lubrication his dick sank into Rosie with one easy 
stroke.  Holding her hips, Billy Bob slammed his cock 
in and out of Rosie with wild abandon, whooping and 
yelling while he fucked, until he added his spunk to 
that of his father and the dogs. 

"Your turn Bubba."  Billy Bob announced as he pulled 
his dripping dick from Rosie's pussy and moved out 
from behind her.  Rosie had no more tears to cry at 
that point, she lay on the ground, her butt high in 
the air as she stoically waited for these men to 
finish abusing her body.  Bubba was bigger than Billy 
Bob, and had more of his father's way of fucking, 
moving his cock in and out of her with long slow 
strokes that stimulated her G spot.  She was cuming 
again before he finished with her.  

"Watch how a real man does it."  Rosie recognized the 
father's voice as he replaced his sons and dogs to use 
her cunt once more.  The father pushed his dick into 
Rosie and fucked in and out a few times then pulled it 
out again.  Grasping Rosie's butt cheeks with two 
large hands, the father pulled her further open and 
pushed the head of his hard cock against Rosie's 
virgin asshole.  

"Oh god, no," Rosie begged, beginning to sob again, 
"please no."  Ignoring the whimpering and begging of 
his 'new bitch', the father pushed his cock further 
and further into Rosie's ass.

"God, look at that hole stretch," one of the sons said 
with obvious admiration.

"By the time Dad's done with her ass it's going to be 
as stretched out and loose as her cunt."  The other 
one added.  Rosie felt like she was being ripped 
apart, it seemed like his cock was even larger than it 
had been when he raped her pussy.  Once he was buried 
completely in Rosie's virgin ass the father held his 
cock inside her while he reached down and fingered her 
wet, dripping pussy and gently tugged on her clitoris.  
Rapist or not, the uncouth, dirty, smelly redneck knew 
how to stimulate Rosie's body.  After several minutes 
of concentrating his attention on her cunt and 
clitoris Rosie was moaning and beginning to move her 
hips, gently fucking her ass on the rapist's large 
hard cock.  

"Look at that," one of the sons said in awe, "dad 
always brings out the slut in our bitches."  As if 
responding to his son's praise, the father began to 
fuck Rosie's ass with ever longer and more powerful 
thrusts until he slammed his cock into her and held it 
there while he drenched her insides with his hot cum.    

Rosie remained in the position she had been placed in, 
despite the pain and cramping muscles, while the 
father pulled up and fastened his coveralls.  Finding 
a length of dirty rope the man tied a small loop in 
the end of it then, lifting Rosie's head by her hair, 
ran the rope around her neck and fed the end through 
the loop forming a makeshift choker leash.

"Stand up, bitch."  He ordered pulling on the rope, 
tightening the loop around her neck.  Rosie struggled 
to her feet then stumbled after the man as he tugged 
on the leash, leading her not towards her car but in 
the other direction, deeper into the junkyard.  As 
Rosie, naked and bruised, her cunt swollen and sore, 
the collected cum of three men and two dogs running 
down her thighs, followed the man who owned the 
junkyard she desperately tried to remember if she had 
told anyone where she was going that day.

