Halloween Masterpiece

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Now I'm curious to see how the story develops. You've left so many loose ends that allow for a continuation in any direction.

Thanks, @Blue ! I think I have some elements coming up that will surprise the readers--- hopefully in a good way

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So, here's some belated feedback...

The story has gotten even better with the last few installments, and you continue to maintain a good balance between narrative and pornography. I've increased my rating to 3 (and yet another story where I think it deserves 4 points...).

The transitions between the different characters are particularly well done. It proves once again that writing from the third person is usually the best option.

Thanks @LaLia ! Thus far this story isn't in the trash bin, maybe I'm learning from past mistakes I'm reading Sheridan Le Fanu (author of Carmilla) and Stephen King (The Shining). Reading these two authors is a learning experience. Le Fanu was a master of romantic gothic short stories; there's always such an atmosphere in his stories and he came before Bram Stoker. I once had a girlfriend who was a gothic girl and a huge fan of Carmilla, a fond memory of those blessed days of my youth. I felt like I had the sun inside me and I was in love with a girl who lived the night. I was also very pleased, when reading Dracula for the first time, to learn that Lucy Westenra had dark hair (nothing like this red-haired party girl shown by Coppola in the 1992 adaptation).

I wouldn't say the third person is always the best option. For this story with so many different characters it looks like the best option as it's easy to shift focus from one character to another. I once had an Ancient Rome story with a first-person narrator, a young slave who gets involved with a horde of revolted gladiator slaves and partakes to the sacking of his own masters' villa, and it seemed to work well, but then you have to stay with the same character the whole time, and if it's a male rapist then you're barred from getting inside any of the girls' thoughts.

Most importantly, I think I've found an ending that will keep this story from becoming exceedingly repetitive while hopefully remaining a good read. A good ending is a must if I want to actually have a story. Thus far, these four old pappies are at the very limit of their sexual stamina!

Sheridan Le Fanu, an Irishman (1814-1873)

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Note: Each new chapter has to bring new elements.

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Elyza felt the cold wet kiss of beer being poured down on her tits. Her woke nostrils were disturbed by the vile smell of Old Milwaukee and this reminded her she was being abused by a bunch of old sick fucks, as no Z-generation dude or girl would ever think of drinking canned beer of this brand. That beer was a trademark of old creeps. "Yes indeed!" Chief Wahoo and his stupid red face seemed to confirm as her lost gaze met the discarded ball cap on the floor, just as Ron was picking it up while a fat creep was engulfing her right tit in his otary's mouth after removing his Ronald Reagan mask, a very sickening item for a woke girl like Elyza. But not as sickening as that sweaty smelly big old fart who was now sucking her tits and sharing the heat of his flushed face with her soft nubile skin.

Wilbur then pressed his big hammy hands on Elyza's breasts, loving how they yielded along with the sounds of her whimpering pleas as he put enough pressure to hurt her, and then eased up to better control her. The imprint of her beer-cold nipples was a dream in a small-girl world! Old Milwaukee beer never smelled so good. Nobody in the room was aware that this was still live on YouTube. Thanks to a Colorado hacker.

"How do you like it, Elyza? Glad you came?" Brian jested while wiping the sweat off his brows after removing his mask. "I told you this would be a unique experience for you and Julie! Ha! Ha! Ha! Hey, Julie, not too cold now? Ha! Ha! Ha!"

Julie was no longer cold, not at all! She lay naked under the never-ending worship of Tom and Michael, both of whom were silently praising her juicy-taut body with their mouths, tongues and hands. Tom was mostly at her tits and also carpeting her weeping face with loads of kisses; Michael was mostly busy learning her bottom curves and the soft-skin subtleties of her butt crack, and then the sensual lines of her legs, all of which he duly slobbered and petted. Both kids were already getting hard again.

Kai was not forgotten. Rick had just removed his Nixon mask after seeing Ron removing his Krusty the Clown latex. It was hot under this, especially during forced sex! Rick's face was so flushed and heated that it generated some subtle condensation smoke against the mansion's chill air. It was now getting almost freezing cold outside as the evening went on. But Ron and Rick now gave Kai their undivided attention, and the lovely 18-year-old student---naked like Julie and Elyza---was kept well heated between Ron's beer-smelling beard and Rick's big-uncle face, not to mention the pouring of Old Milwaukee on her tits followed with lots of loving licking from creepy Rick. Even her feet were kept warm, in Ron's hands while he kissed her lower legs and made her feel the creepy brush of his beard as he vagrant-marked her soft ankles.

***

Then someone walked into the house! The front door had creaked loud, like a proper haunted house.

Brian was the first to hear. "Who the hell can that be?"

In a flash he located and grabbed Rick's .45 Colt which lay on the oak table near the larger oil lamp. Those steps belonged to one, no two men wearing work or trail boots, nay, one of them had spurs---what the fuck! Did this shit-head think he was in some western movie?

Brian, with the stainless-steel .45 Colt pistol, moved to the wall just in time to get into position where he would laterally surprise the newcomers, but he kept the gun pointed down as he failed to think of anyone who'd come with hostile intentions.

Sheriff Donovan walked in, holding a Smith & Wesson 44 Magnum. The Sheriff dropped his powerful revolver as he instantly recognized Rick and Wilbur, then his old friend Brian on his right. His son Andy was right behind him with a .12 gauge shotgun. Andy wore a white stetson hat and cowboy boots with spurs, this with a black-and-white checkered shirt and a wide leather belt that looked straight out of some 1950s western movie. Elyza spotted his shotgun, his outfit and his rat face and her terror wasn't too sure which one was scariest.

Elyza opened her mouth wide and made a silent scream as her heart turned to putrid water. She saw this disgusting old sheriff, tall, overweight, armed with a terrifying handgun, eyeing her like a wolf spotting prey, and then a stupid-looking young dude wearing a wide stetson hat with blue jeans and a shirt that made him look like one who just walked straight out of some third-rate western movie, especially with his spurred boots and the shotgun he was packing. Another confirmation she was in one of those retarded open-carry States.

"Sheriff Donovan!" Brian smiled while handing Rick his gun back. "Henry! Long time no see!"

The two old friends hugged each other once Sheriff Donovan had holstered back his 44 Magnum, a throwback to Dirty Harry and the 1970s.

"Welcome to the party, buddy!" Brian said, smiling as he made the rounds of quick introductions. While the Sheriff introduced his son, Andy politely made a hats-off salute to his elders after leaving his shotgun leaning on the wall, and Elyza saw how bald he was.

"Fuck!" Elyza thought. "Even this young loser is balding like those big old creeps! What a fucking shit-hole of a retarded place! I should never have come here!" Her sore butt-hole did not allow her more thinking than that. She was far from being able to form any plan of action for getting her hands on that shotgun, let alone run out of this tight spot.

Brian handed a Miller Genuine Draft beer to his friend the Sheriff, telling him the YouTube channel was most certainly crashed by now so there was no more need to wear a mask. As he drank his beer, the Sheriff told his son to go fetch the masks while he cautiously remained off-screen.

"You never know!" Sheriff Donovan said as he drank his beer while admiring the three girls, not sure which one he was going to use first. "This is quite a harem you got here! They'll spend the night at the station once we're done with them here, that's for sure! And you'll all be my guests when we fuck all their holes 'till morning." When the Sheriff said "the station" he could just as well be saying "my house" as he lived right next to his one-cell shit hole of a station and his bungalow was cozier and larger, even though it was small---what used to be a normal house back when it was built in the 1940s.

As they heard the white-hat Sheriff, Julie and Elyza felt a new door of doom opening in front of them. Their ordeal would be a long-lasting one. Kai lay exhausted on the floor, naked and getting cold. She feebly asked for a bathroom break but ended up peeing on the floor, under the table. Fresh urine smell took another watch over the broken girl. Kai's usually soft and well-brushed hair now lay matted and sticky on her head. At least two creeps had used it to wipe their dicks.

Brian was dead wrong in thinking the YouTube channel had been crashed. It was still running as the YouTube team worked frantically to regain control while the Colorado-based hacker played some "cloud chess" with them and gave them a run for their money.

All over the world, the broadcast was generating a host of incidents that would never happen normally. Somewhere in Rhode Island, a 49-year-old man had suddenly jumped his stepdaughter, who protested at first, but then opened her mouth to his invading kisses before letting him open her shirt to suck those tits he had often secretly dreamed about, and now he was fucking her deep and hard on her bed with her moans filling her bedroom as he deflowered her, the night after she had submitted her application for a Hartford university. All of it had started when he surprised her watching the special program on her phone when she was supposed to be grounded and forbidden from using it because she had been bullying some younger girl at her part-time job.

In Ontario, Canada, not far from Thunder Bay, a 40-something step-mother was now getting her pussy eaten by her 18-year-old stepson. She was filling the living room with her moaning. Meanwhile in Berlin, what had begun as a friendly YouTube watching session between two girls and three guys had suddenly turned into something much darker where the boys ended up raping both girls, vaginally and anally and also orally in what would become an all-night-long rape and bukake event where the dudes would call some friends to partake. And none of the rapists were Muslim. It would take three full days nonstop to relate only one percent of all the sex-crazed incidents spawned by Elyza's and Julie's on-screen rapes. Unbeknownst to him, Sheriff Donovan did a very wise step by donning his Jason-movie hockey goalie mask and taking off his tan uniform's shirt. Showing his face and wearing his tin star wouldn't do!

This gave Julie and Elyza the honor of seeing the unsightly sight of the Sheriff's flab and man boobs, which were mercifully hidden---albeit strongly hinted at---by a white camisole that clearly had not been washed in days. Elyza spotted some remnants of tomato sauce, three or four fading spots smack on the thin white cotton, on his belly that overhung a bit on his belt. Those spots put some more red in her woke blue world.

But Sheriff Donovan still wore his dark trousers, his solid brown work boots and most of all, his holstered revolver. He had removed his white cowboy hat, showing the usual balding head, with his Jason goalie mask. "Happy Halloween, girls!" he yelled from under this mask while waving his hand in a travesty gesture of well-wishing.

Andy had removed his own cowboy hat. He helped himself to Kai, but was repelled by the urine smell, then he walked to Elyza, who shrieked in absolute terror upon seeing the red mask he was wearing!

Fate had it that Andy Donovan was wearing a mask of Chief Wahoo, the ill-famed logo of the Cleveland Indians!

"No! Nooo, go away! Away! Noooo go away call 911!" Elyza screamed as she recoiled on hands and feet while looking at him as if she tried to move like some grasshopper, face up and moving herself with hands and feet! Like some weird human insect, unaware she was showing him a great in-between-legs view of her pussy as she tried to move away in her weak grasshopper-like motions. Until she bumped head first into a wall. "Owww!"

More men walked into the room, the wooden floor creaking ominously under their cheapo shoes. Old pappies. Five, no six of them! Ages ranging from the late fifties to seventy-five and beyond for the creepiest grandpas. Julie and Kai shrieked as if a group of actual ghouls and zombies had just walked in!

The room took a new smell of staleness, mixed with the girls' urine and Old Milwaukee beer, as the grandpas hailed the Sheriff and Brian and Ron. The old creeps all knew each other more or less.

"Oh, well! There's no getting rid of you, George and your brothers!" Sheriff Donovan said as he saw the newcomers and put his Jason mask back on.

George Thompson, a tall man pushing eighty, and his two brothers with their bored friends would always be found playing pool or cards on a special night like Halloween, in that shit-hole of a bar located just across the street from the Sheriff's home. Whenever they saw the Sheriff go somewhere, they followed. Those were old pappies who had nothing better to do.

"Oh boy oh boy oh boy! We hit the jackpot! Look at this cute brunette!" bellowed Patrick "Wild West" Hickock, so nicknamed for his long mustache that used to be a fine dark brown, but now it had been dirty grey for over twenty years. He wore brown pants with a plaid shirt of doubtful taste where orange and yellow ruled with some notes of indigo or perhaps plum purple. This with a ball cap featuring the Boston Red Sox that looked like he had got it in those days when the Dodgers were still in Brooklyn. Now he had set his eyes on Julie. Terrified Julie!

Tom and Michael stood right next to her, gazing at the newcomers with mouth gaping, their erections raging with the notion of seeing her and Elyza getting fucked by all those zombie-face creeps.

"Yeah, a pretty girl! Very very pretty..." Patrick "Wild West" Hickock said, each of his words hugging Julie with the promise of a loving embrace that was close at hand. From him! If his leather face and his silver hair and the scary-old state of his Red Sox cap didn't make it clear he was grandpa old, then his voice sure did. It was as creepy as the creaking old door of this very house.

"You bet, Wild West! Hey Stan! Isn't she pretty, the little blondie over there? She's so hot! I'm gonna kiss her all over!" Willie said as he eyed Elyza while Andy dragged her closer to the middle of the room with the clear intention of having her. Willie was the second-elder brother after George Thompson. He was only 75.

"She sure is, Willie!" Stan replied to the middle brother of the surviving Thompson siblings. "Too bad Harry isn't here to share the spoils!" Their brother Harry had been KIA back in 1968 in Vietnam. Stan was the youngest of the Thompson brothers at just 70.

"I'm sure he's here in spirit, Stan! I can feel his presence. Gee, I miss him so much! A swell chap he was for sure! Remember his last letter about the cute Vietnamese nurse he had bucked?"

"Yep!"

***

The six happy pappies were horny and eager to fuck those young girls, to taste such skin as they had almost completely forgotten the memory of, but they were like sheep and Sheriff Donovan was their shepherd.

"Nnooo no nooo nooo AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHH! Call 911 911 911 noooo..." Elyza shrieked out, so terrified she peed herself right there! Andy was on her! With his red mask of smiling Chief Wahoo right at her screaming face! Andy was about to become a man! At last! He was at last about to lose his virginity! He was smelling her urine-smelling pussy! Not to be denied. At last! At long long last!

His hands shaking out of sheer emotion, the 31-year-old deputy seized and shook the little blonde and flattened her on the ground like a pancake, slapping her in squealing quietness as he opened her legs before clumsily undoing his cowboy leather belt and unzipping his jeans. After some jockeying and two more slaps to further quiet the girl, he finally had his novice cock out and began to try for her entrance. It proved harder than expected. The little weasel bitch was writhing and wriggling all over the place, as slippery as an oiled eel. He slapped her again, again and again until Elyza was nearly unconscious with a thin stream of blood out of the corner of her mouth. Blood that matched Andy's mask---a red face so terrifying for Elyza!

Tom suddenly rushed at her defense. It was a mistake. Sheriff Donovan charged in, and before the lanky boy was on Andy, the Sheriff blocked him and hit him with his revolver! Michael stood there. "It... It was his idea, I, I didn't do anything, Sir! I, I just live here!" the dorky kid blurted out.

"Do me a favor, punk, and remove that stupid t-shirt!"

"Y-yes, Sir! Right away, Sir!" and as he said these words, Michael promptly took off his Dungeons & Dragons t-shirt, displaying his weak, unimpressive physique, the polar opposite of his Conan-style fighter he had created for his tabletop role-playing sessions with his dorky friends.

"Now boy, you're talking!" Brian grinned at Michael before offering him a beer. And a miracle happened! An 18-year-old kid was drinking Old Milwaukee beer. Michael was leveling up indeed!

With Brian, Ron, Rick, Wilbur, Michael and the happy six pappies watching, Sheriff Donovan gave Julie a close-up view on his dark-steel Magnum .44 revolver, a vintage Smith & Wesson Model 29 from 1955. The Jason Friday the 13th goalie mask he was wearing, and his man boobs she could clearly guess through his camisole, did not lessen the terror factor in Julie's mind. It amplified it.

As she gazed at the sleek dark Magnum revolver, Julie's green eyes got round with fright that ran an ice-cold chill down her spine. This in spite of the warming up temperature in the room that was getting seriously crowded around her as the tight pack of old creeps closed in, all eyes devouring her naked charms. She heard some old pappy commenting on her thin landing-strip pussy hair.

"Watch this!" the Sheriff told his audience while his son Andy cursed as he was having a hard time finding Elyza's hole. "God dammit! Why is that hole hiding?" Elyza was half-unconscious and living a pure nightmare with the mask of Chief Wahoo all too close from her, and it was hoovering in chaotic motions as the novice rapist kept trying for her hole, now playing a three times triple bogey and still failing to putt.

"Watch this!" the Sheriff repeated as he grabbed Julie by the hair and compelled the naked brunette to stand on her knees where she was met face to barrel with the 44 Magnum. The Sheriff spoke, his baritone voice ominous:

"Now this is a 44 Magnum, the most powerful handgun in the world, and would blow your head clean off! You gotta ask yourself one question. Do I feel lucky? Well, do you girl?"

As Julie peed herself out of sheer fright, Sheriff Donovan pushed the barrel of steel inside her ajar mouth!

"Suck, girl! Do you feel lucky? Then you better suck, lucky girl, cause the gun is loaded!"

Julie slowly began to slide her sealed lips along the terrible barrel, tears of ice-cold terror rolling down her cheeks as she began to suck, lips trembling, hands trembling and her whole body shivering. She imagined a loud bang. Every one of her minute movements was her very last in her mind. She sucked on, clinging to a faint flicker of hope as her tongue slobbered the dark sleek barrel, filling the deadly silence with wet sounds of trembling sobs, trembling hands and lips and slobbering.

"Come on, girl! Come on young lady luck! You can do better than that!" the Sheriff said as he cocked the hammer!

Julie's mind broke in a thousand shards as she heard the hammer being clicked for doom. Hers.

"Come on, Henry! We don't want to kill her!" Brian said. "Please, be careful!"

"All right!" the Sheriff replied.

BANG!!!

The walls trembled with the deafening detonation as the Sheriff fired!

In a flash, he had pulled out the barrel and fired a shot that struck the grandfather clock right in the upper loop of number 8, which got its head knocked clean off. The 8 survived decapitated as a small zero.

"Bullseye!" the Sheriff said as he blew the smoke from the barrel.

Julie was frantically screaming. She no longer felt the pull on her hair and managed to get up and tried to run. The Sheriff pulled the naked girl back close to him. Brutally, using one hand. Andy his son now returned to his cursing on top of a screaming-panicking Elyza, slapping her groggy again as he still proved unable to put it in! Some old pappies were now watching him and having a good laugh.

The Sheriff put his revolver right back in Julie's mouth.

"Now suck, lucky girl! Suck and taste the powder, woke girl! You wanted to have handguns banned, didn't you? Well, taste that, bitch! Taste the Second Amendment!"

Julie put her trembling hands on the gun this time, and, and she took it inside her mouth with hesitation at first, but soon with more conviction, a lot more conviction, only fear and despair driving her. She fought the foul taste of gunpowder and started to feel incredibly thirsty as she worked the warm barrel's length with her tongue, taking care not to hurt her palate with the aiming end. The one shot didn't make the barrel burning hot as she had feared, for it was thick enough and made of certified American steel.

"Yeah yeah," the Sheriff cheered her on, holding the Magnum revolver for her to spit-polish. "Suck suck, lollipop babe! Put it some sugar! A lot of sugar!"

And the naked woke students sucked on this powerful manifestation of the Second Amendment, tasting its powder and feeling really really thirsty as she lollipopped on. Her trembling hands dainty and white on the dark powerful gun.

Kai had gone nuts as she heard the incredibly loud gunshot. A 44 Magnum makes quite a big bang indoors. She now lay on the floor, just as naked and helpless as her big sister Julie, and found herself with her wrists held stiffly on the floor above her head by some old pappy while being under another one. Old. Zombie ugly. He let lots of frothing spit down upon her face as he raped her in the old missionary position, his foul pants down as the old pappy kept going right into town inside her, yelling how happy he was to be fucking a teen-girl after so many long years without one! Kai closed her eyes not to see his leather wrinkled face.

"Look at me! Look at me when I fuck you!" the old man said, slapping her until she did open her eyes and as he came, Kai saw full-on the most intense twitching that made his sick face even uglier! A zombie-like version of the Emperor in Star Wars. Then he let out one long groan that reeked of pipe tobacco, right in Kai's sobbing angel face as he gave her one thick salty load of pappy's pudding!

As he flourished his finale inside her, his mouth wide open and his jaw trembling, he let fall his denture! Kai shuddered as she felt the denture that glanced off her apple cheek as she looked away from the horror.

Then Kai was raped in the same face-to-face situation by the old man who had held her wrists together. The old bugger was even uglier than the first one! Kai learned the true meaning of ugly. This human zombie wore a brown shirt with tan linings, the kind of which used to be popular in the late 70s. His yellow face had unsightly spots of orange, the white of his eyes were yellow and he sported some sick scars on one side of his face, scars from the fragments he got at just 19 from a grenade, back in 69, a gift of peace and love from the Vietcong. Stan had enlisted to avenge his brother Henry.

Kai didn't know what this wound was, much less understand she was being raped by a war veteran with a Purple Heart.

"Now young lady! Now! Show some respect to a war veteran--AAA-AAHHYEAHHH!"

And with such nice heart-warming words of wisdom, former Corporal Stanley "Stan" Thompson raped Kai deep and hard, yelling and grunting and screaming out of sheer glee! Just like he had raped this nosy Italian journalist so many years ago after she had been strutting around their camp and inquiring about the massacre of a village --- and one night he and his squad had trapped her! Back in 70. Back when life was fun.

The seventy-year-old rapist, who had enlisted in 69 by lying about his age, found his groove and couldn't believe how ungodly tight she was! He was shocked to be so stiff and big inside her! It had been many long years since he'd had such ungodly good sex! Soon, he accelerated, propping his torso up for the last dash and watching the girl's angel face along with the moving dream of her light-brown hair and the enthralling jiggling of her smooth little tits!

"AAAAAAAAAAAA AAAAA AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA GODhhh!!!"

Kai saw the little snakes of his twitching face as every little muscle twitched, from his tense jaw to his old tired yellow eyes, twitched and strained along with his explosion of joy! His grenade scars seemed alive and Kai saw those orange and brown spots as if they were poisonous snakes biting her. She screamed and wailed as she took all his sludge inside her. And felt the heat on her inner thighs as it overflowed.

Meanwhile, Elyza had been raped cheek-to-cheek by "Wild West" Hickock, who smoked a Marlboro cigarette as he raped her, burning a spot on her neck at one point, as he ravaged her, taking his turn inside her, ordering her to wrap her legs around him, which she did, too much in fear of that Chief Wahoo mask, which terrified her and yet compelled her to keep looking at it through some mysterious force.

Andy had been tossed aside! He was raging! Now watching the old pappy who wild-west raped Elyza, just plainly on top of her. Primitive, grunting and brutal. The old creep with the old Red Sox cap, pushing seventy, was showing the young deputy "how it's done". He kept pushing and pushing inside Elyza, giving her much pain in her sore pussy and also giving her a glorious view on his plaid shirt of doubtful taste where orange and yellow ruled with some notes of indigo or perhaps plum purple as he propped himself on straight arms where he could see the long-forgotten magic of her dancing tits, complete with the eye-candy of pale nipples. He smelled like stale armpits and long-unwashed pants as he kept scoring bullseyes while giving variety and inclusion to her shaken world with his long silver mustache, kept scoring bullseyes! Grunting! Silver mustache! More bullseyes! Until he yelled his conclusion.

"Wild-West" Hickok was replaced by Willie, all 73 years old of him, all six feet of him, who proceeded to give the lucky YouTuber more of the same. More than she had bargained for. This new rape would have been painfully boring if Elyza had not been so terrified and disgusted under THIS. She head-bobbed it away, her little fists clenched where the old creep raped her while holding her wrists hard on the floor. She head-bobbed on, always keeping her eyes on the mask of Chief Wahoo. But now it was gone?!

CHOOOM!!!

The shotgun had gone off! Everyone stopped what they were doing! It was Andy who was holding the shotgun, and the shot had shattered the grandfather clock's dial, ruining the 1910s antique. Anyway it had been broken for a great many long years.

"Andy! What do you think you're doing? Put that shotgun away!" Sheriff Donovan thundered, pissed off, where he was having Julie on all fours in the best doggy-style fuck in his life since before the untimely passing of his cancer-struck wife. Everybody in the room looked at the shotgun and the cowboy-hat deputy holding it. And the young deputy's stern face. For he had removed his red mask.

Andy walked to Elyza and gave her a command...

"Now, woke girl, I'm gonna lie down and you ride me! You put my dick inside you or you get your head blown off! Your call!"

As he heard him, Sheriff Donovan felt proud of his son for the very first time ever. Genuinely proud. He nodded to the sixth pappy, some nondescript fellow in his late fifties who needed a second nod to understand. The dim-witted pappy went like, "ohh, right away!" and he picked up and gave Andy his Chief Wahoo mask.

The terrified YouTuber obeyed Andy's command, her body shivering as she saw him put the terrifying mask back on as a nondescript old man wearing a threadbare hunter's plaid shirt, yellow and black, held his shotgun for him. Andy grabbed back the .12 gauge as soon as he had the red mask on again. He had kicked off his spurred cowboy boots and removed both his jeans and his boxers---rising a bit in rank to Elyza's fright-rounded eyes as she saw that Chief Wahoo was a boxers guy. Maybe her hope wasn't all dead after all. Elyza's panicking gaze kept moving between Wahoo's red smiling face and the ominous erection under the hem of Andy's black-and-white checkered shirt. Where she was being held by horror-naked Wilbur and some other old creep wearing a green-and-black checkered shirt---a spruce green that reminded Elyza she was in deep New Hampshire country.

Moments later, a small circle of old pappies formed around Elyza, even including Willie who had been interrupted mid-rape on top of her. Andy laid himself down on the dusty floor, keeping his shotgun in his right hand, and Elyza straddled him, slowly, reluctantly, but obediently, her gaze always on his mask, for the girl feared Chief Wahoo even more than she feared the 12-gauge shotgun.

Like a branded whore, Elyza took hold of Andy's freed shaft, she put it in her mouth and began to suck it tenderly... before Andy realized there was some measure of danger in this little mouth of hers, but her teeth just gently brushed his sensitive skin as she worked him with long sweeping strokes of her woke-girl tongue. She wasn't gonna bite. She wasn't that dumb! She was most of all terrified of the red-faced Chief and his wicked-white smile. Each of her tongue strokes made her a bit less blue-voting, and a bit more Republican in her watered-down heart. Donald Trump seemed suddenly like a more father-like figure to her. She bitterly wept as former President Trump stood tall before her mind's eye, his face orange against his platine-gold hair... and his erect cock out of his suit's dark blue trousers, his Red tie matching Chief Wahoo's face! Looking straight at her! What would a cock taste like in the White House? What would an Indian's cock taste like if she gave head to one in a parking lot behind a Kentucky's Fried Chicken? Red again! Red everywhere! Shit!

Tom, who had been hit by the Sheriff's revolver, regained consciousness just in time to see his girlfriend giving the full girlfriend experience to a stranger, yet again.

"All right! Good girl! 'nough sucking. Now you fuck! And look at me, babe! Right at me!" Andy commanded. "Welcome to New Hampshire, baby!"

Elyza obeyed the Republican command, acting like an automaton, under the dark spell of Chief Wahoo. Soon enough, she put his dick inside her and took him deep! She winced in pain as her sore and swollen labia stretched to accommodate Andy's tomahawk, never breaking eye contact with Chief Wahoo's mask. Andy moaned as he took her small-girl waist and loved the sight of her small-girl tits! They seemed to hover above him, as she furthered his girlfriend experience by giving him a hot hip dance with the warmth of her inner thighs on either side of his first fuck. Most of all, he loved the feel of her pussy! He was no longer a virgin! This was the best fuck of his life! YouTube be thanked!

"Victory!" Andy yelled, forgetting his shotgun and all sucked in inside the magic wonderland of Elyza's teen-looking world of beauty! Andy preferred blondes. He wished she were his girlfriend as he raped her. Each time he bounced her and she came crashing down on his shaft, Elyza was reminded that the deep country always voted Red in this open-carry State. Her head was nicely bobbing as Andy bounced her on on his lap, her loose head seemed to nod and say yes to each new stroke, while her gaze wandered around the 12 shotgun. It was so near, yet out of reach. Not physically out of reach, but mentally so. His hands were now on her waist, now on her tits, and she could have reached the shotgun, but Chief Wahoo was staring at her! She was paralyzed! Her head bobbed on, nodding to her continuing Republicanization.

Meanwhile, his father the Sheriff had resumed the butt-flattening doggy-style fuck at Julie's expanse. Julie felt grateful to be freed from the terrible revolver, the most powerful handgun in the world and would blow your head clean off! She had been given a choice between more revolver sucking or going down on all fours for the good old Sheriff wearing his Jason goalie mask. Of course, Julie had chosen the latter. Her raped-by-Jason exploit was live on YouTube!

Kai was more or less spared at this point. She was having her tits sucked by Stan, the youngest of the Thompson brothers, and very thoroughly so. While her legs and feet were bathing in the heat and slobber of that pipe-tobacco smelling man who had raped her just before Stan---the pipe-tobacco creep wore a checkered shirt of black and spruce green that reminded her she was deep in some remote forestland in the shit-hole State of New Hampshire, way too far from her lawyer father's jurisdiction. She felt the old-man kisses on her feet and shuddered. Her gaze met the broken grandfather clock and felt sad. So sad to ruin such a fine antique! Kai's father was a lawyer, one of the best in Chicago, and with a taste for such antiques. Her father drove a 1959 Corvette, and Kai had always had a secret crush on him. Now more than ever, she thought of her beloved father.

Andy was getting near his edge inside Elyza, whose tits seemed to light up his whole world as she kept moving herself so gracefully on top of him. With Tom her loser boyfriend watching. At one point, Willie pressed himself behind her and punched himself inside her asshole! And the elderly citizen raped her ass and grabbed her tits from behind, pressing himself on her back while she kept taking Andy in her pussy! Elyza groaning in pain as she got double-teamed! Willie felt the strain on his old legs but he kept the position, pushing deep with his well-slobbered dick! Pushing her shit back with his old man's tomahawk while the tortured-ass girl kept her shaken gaze on Chief Wahoo. Elyza didn't even dare to protest! She just deep-groaned in pain, her ass forced open, her pussy violated.

Tom began to masturbate. He was going to punish his girlfriend! "You're just a fucking cheap slut and you gonna pay!" he bellowed for Elyza to hear.

Elyza barely heard. She was in a trance of pain, terror and hypnotized fascination, always looking into the eyes of Chief Wahoo. Black. Dead eyes. Old Indian heritage. Exposing her to the truth. She was racist! Deep down, under her woke surface. A dirty little racist. Maybe she ought to vote Republican from now on... "Ewww..." the woke girl inside her blurted out as she agonized.

Now! Now she felt it deeper as ever! She WAS being raped by the red-faced, white-smiling Indian! The searing pain inside her ass suddenly turned into some burning acid that became a burning snake of pleasure inside her rectum. Added to the fuck happening in her soaking-wet pussy. She moaned one long heck of a wailing moan as she failed to stop the climax. Andy exploded inside her and yelled, "AAHAAAAA SHOTGUN FACE!!!"

How on earth did he manage to stay inside so long? He had fucked her like a breeding champ! Andy was a man. At last!

Willie kept hammering her rectum without mercy. Elyza found herself pressed down on Andy, face-on-face with the Chief Wahoo mask as an aftershock climax leveled the wasteland of her broken world, obliterating all she used to believe in. She found she loved cowboys and their manly ways and deep down, she realized she had always wanted to be an old-west wife somewhere on the prairie, perhaps in Wyoming--- a wife secretly wishing for a band of Indians who would come and gang-rape her with her husband watching. Tom was watching indeed, watching and masturbating hard!

"You're just a fucking piece of fuck-meat! A cheap slut and you gonna fucking pay!" Tom said, masturbating his hard mast as he looked on.

Willie, his straining legs screaming as he kept his deep squatting position behind her, thrust his big hard tomahawk deeper than Elyza ever felt it inside her ass. She wailed in an explosion of pain with specks of reflex pleasure as the old man pressed her tits hard and clammed himself against her back as he relieved himself, shouting "Oh my God! Oh my God! Young lady!" and he literally died of bliss as his swimmers gave their best shot at trying to impregnate Elyza's shit. Live on YouTube.

In the meantime, Sheriff Donovan had yelled his yell inside Julie and filled her up properly. Doggy-Style as required for a true cowboy rape with the Jason killer mask. George Thompson took over, with Brian, Ron and Rick smiling as they drank Old Milwaukee beer along with a couple more old creeps. Wilbur drank a Miller Genuine Draft and poured some on Julie's dark hair as she got raped by the elder Thompson brother where she rested on her knees and elbows and the pale-skin vastness of her protruding butt cast a rise-the-dead spell on their fatigued cocks.

George gleefully flattened those girly buttocks, making quite a slapping sound every time he hammered more oomph inside the lovely brunette and her student's buns. As he held Julie's waist and her sorry face kept sliding on the dusty floor, old George Thompson smiled a mile wide. He had just got free from his gambling debts by calling a friend while the Sheriff was forcing that girl to suck his 44 Magnum. No more debt! His friend had agreed to erase his debt against the privilege of fucking some white girls. The fact Ahanu had believed him spoke volumes about the trust and respect he enjoyed in the local Indian Reserve.

No more debt! And the fun to see white girls raped by Abenaki Indians! What a night!

George celebrated this by forcefully pounding the girl until he lived the old-man miracle of growing harder and bigger inside some 20-year-old girl. Until he felt the raging bolts of sperm shooting out of him as he erupted and kept blasting those pale moons Julie had for buttocks as he clenched her waist and yelled, "AaaahhhyyyyeeeEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEHHH!!!"

This girl was so lucky! She didn't know it yet, but George's friends were on their way and she was soon going to get her first Abenaki dick.

TO BE CONTINUED.

[HistBuff]

***

The clock said it was 9:14 p.m. on the Yaris dashboard while Annika drove her sister's car through the old, little known forest trail.

Tabby began to second-guess her decision while Annika drove on, taking the Yaris deep into the spruce forest, driving at a very moderate speed through the bumpy, winding trail, rising atop a hill, only to descend a slope, but mostly climbing and headed to higher hills in the Appalachians.

"Nika, I think it was a bad idea," Tabby suddenly said, breaking the lighted-dashboard silence inside the car.

"Yeah, that's exactly what I was thinking!" Annika replied while driving on, but slowing down, although she was already driving slow to begin with.

"Yeah, I think I have shit for brains tonight! Let's go back and finish the night cozy with Troy and your sister. I like Samantha, a lot! She's fun!"

"All right, then I'll, oh shit! Someone's right behind us!"

It suddenly hit Annika. That faint light she had been spotting now and then in her rear-view mirror. It wasn't the moon! It was headlights! And now those headlights had just cleared a hill behind her. Right behind. Too close!

Annika hit the gas! Those big high headlights belonged to a pickup truck and at this hour in the evening, this could only be bad news. Men! Perhaps drunk Natives! Bad news!

Tabby turned around and saw the headlights! Two men were inside the pickup. She could distinguish just enough thanks to her piercing eyes. Two men! Too many! What if they caught up with her and Annika? Tabby felt a huge rush of juices down there, and yet she began to really feel scared.

"I'm so sorry, Nika! It's my fault! Shit for brains!"

"Don't worry, Tab! I can shake them off! But fuck, they're really going after us now!"

***

"Come on, Ahanu! Step on it! I know this car! It's Samantha, you know, the cutie that works in that store!" Awasos said to the man driving the old beat-up pickup truck.

"Looks like there's two of them. She must be with a friend! Ha! HA! Ha! HA! Ha! HA!" Ahanu replied as he indeed stepped on it. The pickup bumped and bounced on the bad trail as it seemed to fly through the forest!

"More fun for us! Two girls and three Indians! White girls here we come! Wou-hou-hou-hou!" added a third man, his large frame cramped up in the old pickup's backseat. This one was called Dyami, which meant "Eagle" while Ahanu stood for "He who laughs" and Awasos meant "Bear" and yes, Awasos was one big fat son of a gun!

***

"Fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck!" Annika shouted inside the small Yaris. "I... I can't lose them! Fuck!"

"Come on! Come on, Nika, step on it step on it!" Tabby hollered, her face flushed with cold sweat, her pussy flooded with terrified excitement as she dreaded the bad ending. On the dashboard, the red-light numbers said 9:21 as if to tell them there were just a couple minutes left in their life as they knew it. Tabby closed her gothic-black leather jacket as if to hide her bosom from some evil spirits of the night. Annika tried to cheer herself up by telling herself she was a talented driver, her little hands clenching the wheel of her sister's Yaris while her mind flash-thought of a strongman competition she saw last year in Quebec during a summer trip there --- there was a Car Deadlift event and those big hammy men were lifting a Yaris for reps. Being thrown to such big hammy men as the reward for their exploits had been an intense fantasy of hers. A fantasy where those huge men passed her around them. But thinking about this now only added to her growing panic.

Indeed, no matter how hard Annika was trying, no matter how many risks she took on this narrow trail full of bends and bumps and winding curves, the pickup gained on the small Yaris. Its headlights were now filling the car's interior, where whoever was in the following pickup would now be sure to see the car's occupants were female. Female and young. A big trusty pickup was a much better option than a Yaris in such terrain. A Toyota Yaris was never designed for racing on a mountain trail!

"Hey! Yes, let's turn here!"

Annika swerved hard to the right as she spoke, pushing the gas to the metal as she showed skill she never thought she had! The Yaris actually left some of its white paint on the bark of a big spruce, but it kept going! The pickup followed right behind!

"Fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck! There's no shaking them! It's your fault, Tab! You and your shit brain!" Annika yelled as she drove as fast as she could. Then she felt it as the car got bumped by the pickup. "They're fucking crazy!"

"What do you think?" Tabby sneered. They saw us! They're smelling us! Hey brake! Brake!!!"

Annika braked just in time as she saw the dead-end of spruce trunks! The Yaris stopped and the pickup shook the girls on their front seats as it bumped into them! Harder than the first time.

***

Annika and Tabby screamed in panic! What were they going to do! Run into the forest? Those men would easily overtake them! Samantha usually had a gun in the glove compartment.

"Tabby, the glove compartment! Samantha's Glock! Gimme it! Come on, Tab! Stop screaming!" But then the window got smashed on Annika's side! Annika found herself shocked and covered with shattered glass. Tabby's scream filled the Yaris. The motor was still running, the dashboard was still alight and the pickup's headlights were blinding and sent fantastic shadows inside, and in front of, the stopped car.

Annika's side door was opened and she felt hands on her! Male strong hands! She shrieked as she got pulled out like a rag doll! She weighed about 100 lbs soaking wet, but she was dry, very dry as she shrieked on in panic as her sense of safety shattered. Tabby felt the chill air as it hit her face when her own window got smashed and her door opened. She got pulled out too, by hands she felt really strong. As she got pulled into the dark unknown, Tabby fell into some silent trance as she realized the unthinkable was about to happen. Just because she had shit for brains! And Nika was going to pay for it.

"I'm so sorry, Nika... I..."

"It's all your fault! Shit brains!"

"Hi, pretty!" said a tall man to Annika before shaking her by the shoulders, causing her head to bob back and forth in some sort of a dance as she saw the man had skin too dark to be white. "Tonight's your lucky night, white bitch!"

"Let's see those white tits!" Awasos bellowed, his eyes filled with wild anticipation as he spotted the promising shapes of her perky little orbs through her small top with her open jacket flapping about as Dyami shook the living shit out of Annika, then once the girl was dazed, he grabbed the lovely black top between the black leather curtains of her gothic-studded jacket and pulled hard! The black top stretched and broke with a snap, no match for the Dyami's forest strength. The Abenaki was rewarded by the sudden sight of Annika's perky boobs! Her brown nipples seemed to jut out of some ghastly pale play of girl skin with shadows showing him this was indeed the breasts of a white girl, in her late teens, 20 years old max! A can't-miss show in the pickup's bright headlights.

Annika panicked and began to bawl, tears flowing down her cute face as big Awasos held her by the collar of her jacket and shook her while Dyami cupped those free-moving tits and she felt a grown man's hand there for the first time in her 18-year-young life.

"Party time! White girl! Wou-ouh-ouh-ouh-ouh-ouh!" Awasos bellowed as he took off his huge Native-styled jacket with a big bear on it. The big fat Abenaki was the polar opposite of Annika's petite figure. His greasy black hair was all contrast against the fancy mass of her neck-long hair that showed brown waves and gave lots of nice volume to her head, balancing out the sensual smallness of her face.

Annika wore a thin tight collar around her neck that matched the equally thin one she wore on her left wrist, a thin studded wristband of dark leather that did nothing to help the helpless girl who felt the chill air hit her bared breasts as she fully realized in panic that those men were Natives with mud-brown faces, their hard features highlighted by a furnace of electric pale golden white against the pickup's headlights---Both Abenakis became the first non-white dudes to see her tits! Both wore jeans with a crude woodsman's outfit, battered flannel shirts and dirty old jeans and work boots that were the norm in a beer-drinking Reserve of Natives. One of them was tall and broad-shouldered, and the other was otary-fat and ugly with one big brown moon of a face! Awasos! Giving her the warm welcoming smile of a sumo wrestler, the Abenaki version.

"Noooo please no pleeeeeee eeeee eeeze! Not by Natives nooo oooooooo aaah take our money please!" Annika bawled on while Dyami joined Awasos in removing his filthy leather jacket while the big bear of a man held Annika while cupping and playing with her tits, intensifying her bawling as he found the joy of kissing her neck with his face buried into her fluffy wavy hair, sniffing her white-girl scent and getting a baptism of it.

"Tonight's your lucky moon night, white girl! I'm gonna give you all my love and some more to spare!" Awasos said, his voice a terrifying hiss as he kept violating the pristine skin of her neck while feeling the yielding softness of her apple-sized tits. "Lovely fruits you got there for titties!"

Tabby was in the grasp of the third man, Ahanu, the one who had been driving. Ahanu was the leader of the group---he had chosen this girl for her straight long raven hair that got bangs and looked like a throwback to early 1950s female fashion. He seized her by the wrists after slapping her and pocketing his gun, an old .38 Smith & Wesson with a snub nose that belonged to the cop his grandfather had shot back in 1958.

Ahanu, aka "he who laughs", made fun of his raven-haired prey as he listened to the plaintive music of her sobs-strangled whimpers as she shook her, following Dyami's example while he wasn't looking---he could thus do so without weakening his leadership. Ahanu loved what he saw---her tits shapes look full and promising without being oversized melons. He shook her some more, giving himself a scent-rich appetizer as to what would follow soon. She smelled like a dream come true! This gothic girl looked quite non-resisting, but one had to be careful! There were flickers of defiance in her dark eyes. He shook her some more. Raping her deep and good and hard was going to be so much fun. There was child-bearing fun in those curves as shown by the black skirt she wore along with her black pantyhose that shown from her knees down. She was going to be an awesome fuck!

Tabby had long raven hair in straight strands that usually rested on her shoulders and hung on her bosom, naturally leading the eye to her rather busty charms, the shapes of which were now clearly hinted at by her fancy black top, tight and sleeveless and styled in some black leaves or something. Ahanu enjoyed a great preview that whetted his appetite as he shook the head-bobbing, non-resisting girl who just emitted more sobs-strangled whimpers, whose face looked pale and all the paler against her hair, with blood red lipstick brightly shown by his pickup's headlights, and naked white arms, for she had left her jacket on the backseat of the Yaris. The Yaris whose motor kept stupidly idling with its headlights showing how tall and silent those spruce trunks were right in front. She and Annika were in this remote place. Nothing would save them!

"Me and my shit brains! We're so fucking screwed! Please let us go!" Tabby finally managed to blurt out as Ahanu pinned her between his 200-pound frame and the girls' white Yaris, only to cup her boobs through her gothic top as he forced-kissed her while playing with her long raven hair and taking full advantage of her lack of resistance.

"Don't worry, baby!" Ahanu promised after the forced kiss that took some of her crimson lipstick. "Don't worry, baby, I'm gonna thrash you on this car's hood and you gonna enjoy it big time!"

Annika now was flailing her arms, or trying to, as if her little hands and her will to keep those two large men at arms length could save her! Dyami and Awasos laughed their heads out as they playfully wrestled with the panicking girl. She stood just five feet one and stood no chance!

"Noo! Please stop this! I I'm virgin! I can suck you off if you want! Both of you, but please... not this!" Annika pleaded. She got slapped as a reward for her pleas. By the big fat one! She began to bawl as her heart sank! Was she going to be raped by this big fat Native?! The gothic girl would only date young white men between 18 and 25, and this 25 was the utmost max she'd stretch it and only if the guy was really handsome, like top one-percent handsome. And this was why Annika had not had any boyfriend in two years. And now she was faced by two shit-creepy Indians who both were in their forties if not their fifties.

"Please someone help us! Help us! Please! Call 911!" Annika shouted at the tops of her voice.

"Scream all you want, white slut! Maybe the trees will hear you and call 911! Ha! Ha! Ha! Ha!" Dyami sneered before grabbing her loose jacket and pulling it all the way down, imprisoning her arms against her sides as he smelled the scent of town leather mixed with the flowery perfume Annika usually wore on her throat whenever Tabby was nearby.

"This white girl smells really good! Hmmm! Oh gosh she's got some nice little titties! Hmmm hhrr nhhyaahhhhhhhh..." Dyami uttered as a crude statement as he pinned her against the driver side of the car and plunged his Native face into her breasts, gracing her pristine cleavage with generous slobberings from his forest-bred tongue. Annika smelled the spruce perfume from his dark hair and refused to admit that the smell was pleasant---Nothing from this animal was allowed to be positive. He was violating her! And up to a lot worse!

Annika bitterly cried and sobbed and called for help, feeling hopelessly lost deep while the tall and broad-shouldered Indian, his long hair all greasy yet good-smelling, cupped and sucked her tits, keeping her against the car as he wiped any little piece of broken glass from her as he enjoyed the heaven of a white girl's breasts for the first time in countless moons! This was going on while the big fat Indian pressed himself between her and the car.

While Dyami gave the underside of her boobs a baptism in Abenaki slobber, Awasos wedged himself behind her against the car, and ran his bear-like hands round her cute small hips, finding she had small curves just at the right places to guarantee a big load of semen. She was hot! A small-girl piece of pure dynamite! Annika's panic and wailing hit higher notes as she felt the new assault upon her virgin body. Her nostrils were assaulted by that horribly pleasing spruce fragrance while she tried to keep her tits from swelling under Dyami's hot-mouth love. Her head said one thing, but her body became something else, something she had less and less control of.

"NNAAOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO! NOOOOOOOOOOOOO! SOMEONE PLEASE SAVE ME!" Annika shrieked, her shrieks disturbing the peace as the echo returned it as a confirmation that nobody was around to call the police. She utterly panicked as her tits got swollen under those Native tongue and hands, against her will, while those big hands violating her hips and presently bunched up her short skirt and soon, she felt this big fat disgusting man behind her into her most intimate part as that large bear of a hand began to stroke her cunt through her panties! "Naaaaaooooo please don't do this to me! Noooo! Take my friend over there but please please leave me alone-aaah aaaah aaaaaaaaaaaaahhh it's her fault she's got shit for brains! Shit for brai-aaiaaaaaiiiiiinzz! Aaaaah aaaaaaahh nnhhaaaaaaoooooo it's not happening naaa aaaaaaa aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa..."

"You fucking little cheap bitch!" Tabby yelled from where she was having her tits sucked by Ahanu, who had found unfathomable enjoyment in the act of tearing her black sleeveless top open and discovering she wore no bra---the moonlight of her pale boobs had filled his gaze and his nostrils and hijacked all his senses when he gleefully engulfed one of those girly orbs into his wide-open mouth! Ahanu was now drinking the brownish wine of her nipples after discovering her silver body-piercings there, his tongue circling her areolas as he renewed his promise of a hard fuck against the Yaris' hood. Eating those gothic-girl breasts was the most sensually refined thing the Abenaki ever had, barring the Chief's niece.

Annika was shrieking her life out! What a horrible way to lose her cherry. At the hands of grown-up Abenakis! She had never got any farther than second base with the one boyfriend she had had two years before, although the boy wanted more. The little brat wanted it all too quick and this was why she had dumped him after three months as he felt more and more entitled and became way too insistent about sex. The truth was she had begun dating Barron more out of curiosity than actual feelings--she never really liked him, and by the end she had begun to loathe and fear him. Even now at 18, Annika didn't feel quite ready for sex. But now those two strong-ass men had other plans!

Now she had this big pair of male hands running over her buttocks! This from a grown-up man who was just as old as her loser father! "Please, no!" she yelped, growing tired from resisting pointlessly, pinned and sandwiched between them. Her breasts were hot and wet from another Native man, this one big and tall and strong! Fuck! No escape! "Please help us! Someone help us! Call 911! Rape in progress!"

"Please let us go," Tabby managed to say once amid the tit-sucking feast Ahanu was having.

"Shut up, white slut!" Ahanu said as he rewarded her effort by viciously pinching one of her nipples to remind her who's boss. She yelped and begged him to release her.

Ahanu kept reliving that wonderful moment when he had ripped her top off! The sound of black tearing fabric and the sudden display of those perfect orbs! Suddenly jiggling in the bright headlights! The only disappointment in this was he only got to do this once. This was a fancy black top! And this fanciness had added to the fun of making her topless. And now the cold was making her nipples erect--easier to pinch.

"My favorite top! It was so expensive" Tabby cried as her panic-wandering gaze met its useless remnants while Ahanu contemplated the blue tattoo she wore on her left upper arm---the bust of a man amid some spider web with some birds in the background and the whole thing encircled by some sort of a wreath that offered a darker mass of intertwined arabesques. It was a fancy tattoo that must have taken long hours to do.

Ahanu was too far gone! With rage he pressed-kissed her shoulder and her tattooed arm. Then returned to the unthinkable play of her full breasts! Tabby endured the repeated assaults silently, blaming herself and her shit brains as she heard Annika's frantic shrieking.

Gone crazy, Ahanu kept Tabby against the car and once more, he pressed his wide face against her gorgeous tits! He began to lick them with long hard and pressing tongue strokes, his mouth wide open, his eyes crazy with disbelief, never getting tired of tasting this pale white skin while the girl was feebly protesting and not putting up much resistance, if at all.

Annika exploded in high-pitched lamentations and whining as she got lifted off her feet and stretched on the forest ground, all five feet one of her!

"Let's strip this white slut naked! I wanna see her body before fucking her! We got time! This friend of mine at the old house can wait."

"Yep!" Awasos answered Dyami.

"NHAA NHAAAAA PLZ NAOOOOOOO NOT THIS NAOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO! I cn uz my mouth and suck! Plz nhh-aaaahaaaa AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA AAAAAAAAAAA AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA! RRRHAAAA AAAAAAAAAAAAAA AAAAA AAAAHH NAAAOOOOOOOOOOOO..."

Annika's wailing screams were like oil on fire. Feeling horny and hornier with every passing second, Dyami and Awasos urgently took all her remaining clothes off. Awasos took the time to unlace her black Chuck Taylor's converse before pulling and peeling her black fishnet pantyhose clean off her legs, and the sight of those small bright legs and feet made the big fat Abenaki as hard as a breeding bull! Her jiggling tits were a perfect sight as he held the girl down by her ankles while Dyami undid her belt and made fun of her screams as both men pulled her short black skirt down her thighs before making short work of her black panties.

"No shit! She's got a beaver! Look at this! A fine little tuft of hair!" Awasos exclaimed as he discovered the neat triangle of trimmed dark hair between Annika's legs as she shrieked so high and ear-piercing that she sounded as if they just poured acid inside her pussy!

Seconds later, Annika was stark naked under both men, except for her thin collar and the small studded wristband on her left. She had no tattoo anywhere, only some tiny silver rings at her ears.

"She's so fucking slim! She looks like an angel! Ready to be fucked!" Dyami said as he undid his belt and unzipped his jeans. He put his knees on her arms and began to masturbate, offering Annika a priceless view of his brown cock, which was slightly curved, of a golden mahogany brown--- The very first dick Annika ever saw! Her word shattered as she realized how racist a girl she truly was as the loathing for this non-white cock fully hit her and added to the forbidden juices now flooding her pussy as her body prepared for the oncoming invasion.

"Naao-aaah--aaaaaaaaahhhh Nnooooooo you can't do this, you can't! I'm a white girl! A white girl-AAAAHAAA AAAAAAAA AAAAAAAAAAAAAAaaaaa this ain't supposed to happen! Ahh aaa naaa aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa I hate you!"

Awasos was to be first inside. This was a given. Dyami was big, strong and still very fast and agile for his 52 years of age, but he was unassuming and easy to take advantage of. He could have easily kicked Awasos's big fat ass, but he would never defy him.

So it came to be that Annika, her voice husky and broken from screaming so much, still kept screaming, her throat on fire with hot tears bathing her face as she saw---like a slow-motion nightmare---this big fat and tall Abenaki as he stripped himself completely naked and gave her his warm sumo-wrestler smile again as he masturbated himself and seemed to be proud to show her his ramrod-straight tomahawk. It summarized the brutal rawness of Annika's upcoming rape. She looked everywhere around her, her wide brown hair a blur of panic. Her phone was hopelessly out of reach. No one there to save her. Only big spruce trunks that only mirrored the hard shaft she was soon going to get inside her.

"Nnaaaoooooo this ain't happening! NOT HAPPENING! NO NO NO NO NO NO NOT HAPPENING! Please God save me---NHHHAAAAA AAA AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA!!!"

As she shrieked with her tired husky voice, Annika gave one sudden burst of pure girl strength as she desperately tried to break free, but her attempts at weaseling herself out from under those big heavy knees proved to no avail. Dyami laughed in her face, standing tall on his knees where he pinned, painfully pinned her tiny arms under him as he kept on masturbating himself longer and harder above her shaking face. While big fat Awasos---now horrifically naked with his abundance of man boobs and blubber all over him---got down on top of her! And something broke inside Annika.

Moments later, the petite girl literally disappeared under the brown blubbery mass of Awasos and the bear of a hairy-back man offered her his heat, his armpit smell, the close pudginess of his face, the slobber from his loving licks on her face, and most of all, the penetrative power of his dick!

Annika groaned in pain, her eyes looked so high that only the white was there as her panic took over! The pain was unbearable! The sense of being raped by a big fat and ugly Abenaki was even worse! Awasos laughed and made fun of her screaming wails as he punched himself into her entrance, brutally putting his whole 350 pounds of weight behind this beast of a thrust as Annika's groan became inhuman! And then he began to pound her, grunting like the hairy-back bear he was while Dyami moved himself back, leaving more room for his friend to sweat and slobber on her pretty face as he grabbed her little wrists and kept them together above her frantic shaking head, while Awasos brutally raped her flat on the ground, near her stopped Yaris with its motor pointlessly idling. The pickup's headlights were bright. Awasos was harder inside Annika, and his grunts echoed against the spruce trunks as he sank deeper in his evil deed.

On the opposite side of the white Yaris, Ahanu had pushed Tabby face down on the hood after playing with her tits all his content. Bending her over the hood, he groped her ass through her gothic skirt before pulling it down, fighting the tightness of her belt, which he had forgotten to undo, and through sheer force and violence, he got the black skirt down and her panties remained there for a fleeting moment, hinting at her butt curves and showing she had the bottom to match her gorgeous breasts, then the red panties got ripped off by the strong Abenaki! And there it was! Milky pale! Tabby's butt! Full like full moons! Ahanu was raging hard and raving mad! His eyes locked on her visible slit.

"I'm gonna fuck you deep and long and hard, white girl! Like you've always wanted it! Hrrnnn!"

As he spoke, Ahanu dropped his black jeans, and keeping his jacket, for the wind was cold, he pushed against the girl's cunt and realized he had forgotten to finger her and make her wet, but wet she was! Very wet indeed! Tabby groaned with a mix of anger and fright and unwanted pleasure as she received this big slab of Indian meat inside her.

"Hey guys! She's fuck soaking wet!" Ahanu bellowed for his buddies to hear as he began to pound her hard and good, causing Tabby's face to start sliding on the Yaris' motor-warm hood as she felt the first lap shocks from her buttocks against the man, this and the feel of his respectable size inside her and his commanding grip on the crease of her hips! The bastard was keeping her wet! She felt so cheap ashamed! Shit for brains!

"I'm sorry, so sorry, Nika-aaa haaa haaa, noo! Aaahaaaaa..." Tabby blurted out, her face sliding full throttle on the white hood while the stocky Native found a steady fuck rhythm and loved how those full-moon buttocks got flattened each time he fed her his battering ram! Deep-deep and hard inside her! Inside a white girl!

"Aah yeah! At last! At last I'm fucking a white girl! She's so fucking white! Like snow in December! Aah God I love to fuck this girl! Aah aaah aaah aahhh! We got you! We chased you in your shitty car and now you're screwed! SCREWED!"

Ahanu kept raping Tabby against the hood. Doggy-style! Perfect for such a perfect white bottom! Perfect curves to just keep flattening with each girl-shattering bounce! A perfect outdoors fuck with nobody watching. In a remote place with only spruces for witnesses.

Annika was busy getting deflowered by Awasos. Dyami was a good sport and held the small girl's wrists above her pretty face, keeping her pinned to the ground next to her stopped car, where she felt the cold earth under her bare back, under her bare ass as she got sunk deeper into this ground under Awasos's massive belly weight! Under his painful hammering! A barrage of blubber. Her legs were prisoners, naked and forced to brush all that brown blubber! A nightmare! Her mouth wide open, now in some silent trance of horror's horror, the petite gothic girl kept looking away from her rapist's sumo-pudgy face as her cheek got slobbering heat fed from his mouth as he grunted her virginity out while nearly choking her under his ponderous weight, his cock striking gold inside her, and the barrage of blubber and thick musk went on, no matter much her head bobbed on between her raised arms. It WAS happening! The huge and ugly Abenaki had his way with her!

As he neared his edge and braced for the big load, Awasos relived the short bout of fun-packed wrestling he had had against this girl not even half his size. No matter how shrill the white bitch screamed and how desperate-angry she got, Awasos had ended up penetrating her! He had pushed and strained so hard, the virgin girl had shrieked in pain as he forced her virginity open, yelling at her face and commenting how tight she was and how much fun it was to be raping her. There she remained, pinned under his otary-thick blubber! As he grunted like some sick-fuck Eskimo who had found a white girl all by herself in the remote North and decided to have her, all to his delight! All to her demise! He was naked, but didn't mind the cold on his hairy back. Awasos meant Bear. And he fucked her like a bear! Strong and heavy as he gave the wailing head-shaking girl the closest possible experience to being raped by a Sasquatch, except Awasos stood "only" five feet ten.

This was so much fun! Annika felt it would last forever. It ended as suddenly and brutally it had begun. She heard his sickening relief, received more slobber on her sweat-flushed face as she got filled up with Abenaki swimmers.

"AAAH YES YES YES! YES! AAAAAHHHH YEAAAHHH!" Awasos made as a statement as he tried to pound her all the way through his eruption, looking down on her suffering face, her head now gently bobbing as his thrusts abated, her breasts no longer jiggling like crazy, but softly moving as they settled back in the usual lying-down groove on the pale-light magic of her torso, all the paler against the forest ground.

"HHHNNHMMNNGHH NNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNN..." Ahanu uttered as he concluded the buttocks-striking slug-fest with Tabby head down on the car's hood, his legs going weak and funny under him as he reveled in the heated explosion, his hands holding the white ham of her round butt as he pushed just one last hard time inside her to improve her chances for an awesome pregnancy. Tabby wasn't on the pill. Her tattoo had cost too much.

"Shit, for, brains..." Tabby uttered as she knew she had received quite a big lot inside. Her arms, limp, were flat on the warm hood as the motor kept idling on. Tabby felt guilty because this was bad for the environment, a silly thought to have at such a wonderful time.

Annika had been freed from Awasos sumo-heavy blubber just to enjoy a few seconds of sudden, disorienting freedom, before the tall, broad-shouldered one laid down upon her, his torso naked with brawny muscles for her to see as he made himself home between her legs.

Dyami was in his early fifties and this was his first time inside a white girl. She looked so young! Even younger than any of the daughters and sons he'd had through the years from four different mothers, one of them being his own sister. Dyami wasn't without flaws, but he was honest overall, honest and loyal to his friend. Above all loyal to the band. After all, he was one of the Chief's many nephews, most of whom worked in construction in different parts of the country.

Annika received this second rape like a girl who had surrendered. Other than a couple of short outbursts of shrieks and wails where she battered Dyami's wide and muscular back, she remained there under him, sobbing, her head gently bobbing while Dyami kept her warm under him and hammered her in a steady rhythm, fantasizing about being a brave in the act of raping the commander's daughter after his tribe had overrun the fort somewhere in the Midwest plains. Before long, he passed his edge and exploded inside the tiny girl, living the absolute dream of a big load inside a small girl. Dyami was low-grunting, almost silent, but his climax was gigantic nonetheless. He kissed the girl and thanked her before standing up and putting his flannel plaid shirt back on. Hunting had been good tonight.

"All right, let's go to the old house! My friend George said there's cute little brunette over there and the dream of a blondie girl over there!" Dyami said as he put his trousers back on, made sure his shotgun was close and began to put his socks and his work boots back on after this oh God great night of fucking.

"A blonde?! A blonde!" Awasos yelled, his voice turning to a sneer. "Why didn't you say it before, you dumb-ass! I prefer blondes! What are we waiting for?"

Dyami hated it whenever Awasos or Ahanu spoke to him as if he were just a stupid dog, and he knew he could easily take them on, but he remained silent and his gaze met Annika's extinguished eyes. "What do we do with the girls?"

"We keep them! The Chief and the elders will be very happy to have them tomorrow. Keep them with you in the cargo bed. Get them dressed up first, we don't want to kill them from the cold! I'll drive!" Ahanu ordered.

Moments later, the white Yaris remained there, alone in the dead-end, deep among the silent spruces, with the gathering fog, and the cold, where pieces of female underwear, badly torn, remained as the tell-tale clues of what had happened. Something that happened more often than most people think. Something more girls masturbate about than most guys think.

TO BE CONTINUED

[HistBuff]

In the old mansion, the orgy of rapes was growing tired and waning. Brian, Ron and their big fat friends and the six happy pappies, and the Sheriff with his son Andy "Shotgun" Donovan (his new nickname) were getting really tired. The sense of novelty was beginning to erode as there are only so many times you can use a girl's holes and you can't really strip her naked more than once.

But there was fun and lots of it for all men present, whose manly presence provided some good heating for the unwilling female participants, who truly needed such heating since all three of them were naked, and very gracefully so you might add.

Sheriff Donovan had had enough old-man fuel to try out Elyza bent over against the table. He loved doggy-style and as Elyza herself can attest, he can be a brute! This also was live on YouTube unbeknownst to all participants, willing and unwilling---Thanks to that crackpot elite hacker in Colorado. YouTube had now shut down "for maintenance", but ElyzaPlaysOuija was still running on an alternate pirate network. Elyza and her friends were becoming celebrities on the dark Web and getting attention from PornHub.

Julie got tried out by Andy, who raped her cheek to cheek in the predictable missionary style. Andy no longer wore his Chief Wahoo mask when he pounded the naked brunette, whose bobbing field of vision was forced to embrace the balding young man and his loser face, with his eyes lighting up on each new stroke he kindly gave her. Andy wasn't in a contest for originality. He just wanted to blast his load inside her and raped her so actively he had lost his cowboy hat and wasn't even aware of this. And God, did she get a massive one! After, Tom and Michael the dorky kid both used her missionary style, where they were free to kiss her at will and lick her tears off her cheek. Julie's head was aching from bobbing on and on, and then some more. Her pussy was sore, the labia swollen and on fire. She begged the men to please use her mouth. She was hurting. On and on.

Brian obliged Julie as soon as the dorky kid had finished leveling up inside her. His cock was too spent for any sort of rigidity, but he loved to hold her by her long brown hair and slap his flaccid cock on her face--a face he never grew tired of looking at. She made quite a bitter expression. Such a lovely face! A perfect face for taking cocks.

Kai was in a "safer" spot where she was kept warm between Stan Thompson and Wilbur. Sucking her breasts and kissing her all over never got old. They also found that Kai was very highly responsive to fingering. The old Vietnam Purple Heart veteran learned how high she could sing when forced to climax. He fingered her to a sweaty state of constant moaning and begging to "please-please stop this!" This while Wilbur just couldn't stop licking and kissing her butt, her legs and her lovely little feet.

Julie was found to be most responsive to breasts fondling. If a man kept sucking and pressuring her tits long enough, her face would be flushed in sweat and her breasts swollen and she'd end up singing her groaning song of girly paradise! Forced. Begging to stop. Climaxing all the same... from the loving attention of some stale-smelling old pappy wearing a not-so-stylish outfit consisting of some out-of-stock flannel plaid shirt with trousers that smelled like a bingo club's dark back-alley. This very predicament and her sense of helplessness had Julie---a girl from a privileged neighborhood---swimming in an off-limits world of lewd sensuality.

Elyza was a trickier case, but insistently stroking her cunt while cupping and kneading her small tits was a sure bet. The six happy pappies had a good laugh when the cute little Celtic blonde filled the room with her sick moaning as she begged them on to please let her go! All three girls were exhausted. But they kept forcing each young lady to sing her highest song as they kept them wet. Those creeps had lots of experience under their wide leather belts. You had to give them that!

But even with so much fun, the old creeps were getting bored, slowly but surely, and felt maybe it was time to call it a night and close shop. Then came the Abenakis!

***

It was high alert when the loud-creaking front door was heard. Sheriff Donovan pulled out his 44 Magnum and with Rick packing his Colt 45 while being comically armed and naked, both men went to see who it was.

As they saw the three Native men, the racist Sheriff and the even more racist Rick felt like shooting them "by accident", but when they saw the girls those Indians were bringing along, they grinned and pointed their guns down and apologized.

"I'll be damned! That's the first time an Indian brings something good!" the Sheriff grinned as he holstered his revolver back and took a closer look at the girls, both of whom seemed to be gothic, although their clothes were in a very sorry state. He suddenly recognized them both---Tabby! So fucking hot Tabby! With Annika, the little sister of Samantha his favorite slut.

"Welcome, my friends! Sorry for this!" Rick said as he put his stainless steel pistol down and couldn't take his piggish eyes off the hot gothic girl with the long raven hair whose pale-moon boobs were not even half hidden by the torn ruins of a black top styled with some pattern of leaves. Rick instantly salivated while Tabby looked back at him, recognized him and knew she was going from shit to worse shit as she noticed how sadly overweight Rick was with his pudgy face and his fucking stupid balding head. "Yuck!" Tabby thought.

As he shook hands with Ahanu, the Sheriff eyed Annika and her cute little tits, one of which was fully visible, nipple and all, as her small black top---the torn ruins of it---had been hastily put back on, crudely repaired with a quick knot, and then pulled down again. The Sheriff's steel-grey eyes connected with the ripe jujube-brown circle of her areola, gently moving as the lithe girl was pushed forward by one big fat Abenaki wearing a worn-out flannel shirt under an even worse leather jacket. Smiling a mile wide like some redskin sumo who just blew a big load inside a small girl.

Annika and Tabby looked like they had just been dragged on a rough trail for a few miles, which was almost true. They had spent the last fifteen minutes in the old pickup's cargo bed getting shaken by the bad trail while Dyami and Awasos took special care in keeping them warm. Annika's exposed tit had been sucked dry by the big fat one, while Tabby had had her full round buttocks thoroughly kissed and licked by the tall and muscular one.

Both girls were met with a loud cheer as they got pushed into the haunted living room. Five of the six happy pappies met them with joy-lightening faces that looked absolutely nightmarish for the girls, while George Thompson shook hands with Dyami, his friend and poker partner, and nodded in a gesture of welcome at Ahanu and Awasos.

Brian recognized Dyami as the man who had warned him just in time when a forgotten tree had almost fallen on him, thirty years ago when both of them worked as lumberjacks.

"Hey, my old buddy! How's it going!"

"You?!" Dyami blurted out as Brian hugged the man who had saved his life on that day.

"This is my last beer," Brian said as he offered the unopened beer can. "Have this one on me!"

The six pappies, Rick, Ron, Andy, Wilbur and the Sheriff, plus Tom and Michael, all gathered around the new girls. Tabby and Annika cried and hugged each other as a forest of hands began to feel all their assets at once. Elyza, Julie and Kai felt secretly relieved as they were left alone. Abused girls often become extremely selfish in their sense of self-preservation. The pirate channel was re-transmitting all this live worldwide. This time the Sheriff was no longer wearing his Jason mask and he had put on his tan shirt with his tin star back again, unsuspecting his big uncle face was being shown from mainland USA to Hawaii. The Sheriff's knowledge of geography stopped with American borders.

Tabby and Annika were overwhelmed with this shitload of unwanted attention from the horde of living-dead creeps. Tabby recognized several of the old pappies as creeps she had caught staring at her when walking on Main Street and so did Annika. Spruce Town was a small world.

"Wou-hou-hou-hou-HOUH!!! This is a haunted house!" bellowed Willie Thompson as he crudely tore and destroyed whatever was left of Annika's top and began to suck her tits, a nightmare for her and a dream come true for Willie and his scary face. Annika, unwilling to see this, looked away only to meet the grenade-scarred face of his brother Stan, who creeped her out of her wits, before he forced-kissed her.

"The night of the living dead! They're coming!" Stan added while running his hands on Annika's bottom through her skirt, which she knew had but moments left to live. "They're coming for yououououou!" Stan said again, taking a rasping, sinister voice as he began to push her skirt down, now looking at the strong hint of her bottom as he revealed the lack of panties and the pale-butter whiteness of her baby skin as he looked at the nascent curves with the delicate hints of her butt-crack. Annika was so lovely to look at, bare legs and barefoot! Her black Chuck Taylor's had been lost, but Stan could tell she was the kind of girl to wear these. But he loved her feet! He showed it by getting down at them and started worshiping her ankles and everything under them. This while "Wild West" Hickok, with his scary-old Red Sox cap, and some other yellow-face creep wearing a hunter's checkered shirt both pressed themselves on Annika, violating her with their sick old hands, from her cunt all the way up to her tired brown hair that still wonderfully highlighted how pretty she remained, even though she was bitterly sobbing without tears. She knew she was in hell.

Tabby knew it too.

"Me and my shit brains!" she whined as she got promptly stripped naked by the pack of old creeps and felt their hands and their kisses on every single inch of her body. She got scolded for shaving her pussy by men who said they liked hairy cunts better--hairy beavers just like in the long gone days when they were young. There was the Sheriff among them! And his shit-face son! Andy was wearing his stupid white cowboy hat and his spurred boots while naked. Tabby's worst nightmare had no chance of matching THIS! A night of horror!

"Let's give them a nice legal bukkake!" Brian suddenly shouted for all to hear.

"Yeah, a bukkake!" repeated George Thompson.

"Bukkake! Bukkake!" chanted the green-shirt nondescript creep with missing teeth and a foul breath. "BU-KKA-KE! ... BU-KKA-KE! ... BU-KKA-KE!" the six happy pappies chanted along with Brian, the Sheriff and the rest of this local trash as both naked girls were made to kneel down amid them, where they had all the leisure in the world to get acquainted with their foul smell as the entire group of creeps began to masturbate upon forming a close circle of pungent warmth around them. No fucking escape for the naked girls!

"BU-KKA-KE! ... BU-KA-KKE! ... BU-KKA-KE!"

Annika screamed and cried and sobbed and cried for her mother as it became clear she was about to get a shower of old-creep cum. Tabby tried to accept her fate. "Me and my shit brains!" she kept whining as she got pulled by her long hair and she realized it was the Sheriff who was poking her face with his half-erect cock. Screwed! She was screwed! Kneeling close to Annika, the moon-pale girl avoided her look. Tabby knew this was all her fault. Her blue tattoos and the silver piercings on her nipples didn't help. Her beautiful Cleopatra-style face in pale white, and her neat black eyebrows, looked like a natural target for cum-shots. So did her snow-white boobs.

***

Elyza and her friends weren't spared for long. The three Abenaki newcomers had spotted them!

Before long, Elyza was bent over the table and forced to feel her first Abenaki cock deep inside her pussy as Dyami enjoyed his first blonde ever! He began to pound her while loving and holding her taut little butt while the pretty YouTuber endured the painful barrage of thrusts, praying he wasn't going to switch holes and wake up her pain in this deep-ass dimension she had learned to dread. Dyami punished her harshly, now holding her wrists and pulling her arms for better leverage as he raped her so brutally it looked like he was exacting some brutal revenge! Why? She was white.

"aaah aaah NNAAOOO spare my ass please not my ass!" Elyza groaned as her face slid hard on the oak tabletop, her hair wiping the dust.

"Your ass? You want me to take your ass?" Dyami replied as he stopped and pondered the notion of raping a white girl anally. Something that might be worth trying...

"NOO NOOOOOOOOO PLEASE NOOOOOOOOOOO! I'll be a good girl please no!"

But it was already too late. Dyami had pulled out of her and he was ramming inside of her butt-hole. He forced her sphincter open and with a loud "UUUUHH!" he pushed deep inside her shit chute and resumed the rape, this time through the back door. Elyza's eyes threatened to leap out of their sockets as she was forced to resume her face-sliding dance on the table. Dyami grunted with new enthusiasm as she made a crashing return to this kingdom where the frontiers of pain were always expanded a bit more.

Meanwhile, Julie fell into the hands of Awasos! The big blubbery Abenaki felt his cock stand in his trousers upon encountering the rich privileged girl from Chicago. He hugged and kissed her, loving the sense of transgression as he pressed his lips on hers while groping her naked butt. Their encounter was the impossible happening!

"My father's a lawyer! The best one in Chicago! Please leave me alone or I'll call him!" Julie pleaded after the second forced kiss.

"Chicago! I'm a fan of the Bears!" Awasos said as he smiled down on the small girl, standing head and shoulders above her. "Well, Chicago girl, get down on your knees and make me a happy Indian!"

If Julie's father was watching this on the YouTube pirated channel, he'd see his daughter getting her first Native dick slammed upon her face as she knelt down, in the nude, where this huge son of a brown gun slammed his boomerang-curved thing right smack in her face, enhancing her beauty and her contrasting whiteness of skin as she made the same bitter expression as if she had just taken a bite from something she absolutely hated. Awasos forced himself inside her mouth, grabbed her head and began using it like a masturbatory cannon ball! And Julie got lost amid his savage grunting and against his gross-smelling lap as he raped her face with no holds barred. His offensive smell and taste were so foul and vile that she almost missed the 44 Magnum.

Julie's father would also have had the privilege of seeing Kai his younger daughter, also in the nude and in the gross indignity of being commanded---by a Native!---to "lie down and stay still, white girl!" before the said Native promptly stripped himself naked and laid down on top of her! Soon, Ahanu was going right into town inside Kai, who wrapped her legs around him after he gave her the command to do so!

After enjoying some face-fuck, Awasos began to fear getting bitten and pulled out. Looking at Kai and her feet where she got her pussy vandalized by Ahanu while wrapping her legs around him, Awasos pulled Julie by her hair and strongly suggested her to lie down on the floor. It all took place fast, in silence. This bear of a hand on her was persuasive. Some dark anger began to gently stir inside Julie---she was growing tired of getting pushed and shoved around like a helpless doll.

Once she lay on her back, Julie felt the whole weight of her predicament as this mountain of a man put one heavy boot down on her face and held her there as he uncovered the horror of his fat nakedness, taking care in keeping her head under his foot nearly all the time as he quickly disrobed. Once naked, the super-heavyweight Abenaki knelt on either side of her, imprisoning her torso between his mammoth thighs and holding his wicked erection, boomerang-curved, above the soft pastries of her tits that seemed goosebumps-proud to display those erect nipples in the chill air of the house while this brown cock seemed proud to display so many veins. Awasos was a fine specimen of Native American manhood!

Awasos suddenly spotted the red mask of Chief Wahoo. Always on Julie who sure as hell wasn't going anywhere, he extended his fleshy arm and picked up the monstrosity before putting it on!

"Do I look like an Indian now? Ha! Ha! Ha! Ha!" Awasos jested and laughed as he proceeded to press his long curved cock on Julie's pale cleavage, admiring his light brown batt against her white skin and making her feel its heat between her breasts, before grabbing those fine hills and pressing them hard against his cock, thus closing the girly valley as he began to fuck her tits!

"Noo! Noo I'll give you a strawberry pop-tart! My father's a lawyer but it's Okay I'll give you a pop-tart! Strawberry hot!" Julie whimpered as she lost her reason from being so shamefully humiliated on top of all she had previously gone through.

Elyza screamed in horror upon seeing the ponderous Indian wearing the mask of Chief Wahoo! This while she was getting properly ass-raped by Dyami, whose self-confidence was growing as much as his swollen dick was growing to a state of painful stiffness as he swept her chimney, with glee upon glee. Without mercy! Dyami congratulated himself for choosing to ass-rape the cute little blonde. This was so much fun! Getting tighter and better with each new stroke!

"Fuck all white men!" Dyami bellowed as he exploded inside Elyza's rectum while she heard the painful creaks from the table under her face, her wrists tightly held together in the small of her back, a position she was starting to feel familiar with, and her butt flattened against him one last time as he pressed himself against her like a dog impregnating a bitch, stooping down upon her bare back as he exhaled the last drops of his unrestrained bliss.

The masked Indian didn't see any of this. He was all down and heavy on Julie.

"AHH AHH AHHH AHH AAAAH AAH AAAH AH AHHH AAAAH AAAHHH YEAHH!" Awasos uttered as a statement about how good it felt to be tit-fucking Julie and her gloriously white assets. Awasos felt he was reaching his edge and he knew this was going to be a huge load! ""AHH AHH AHHH AHH AAAAH AAH AAAH AH AHHH AAAAH..." he grunted on as he accelerated to a wild frenzy until he felt the huge surge and grabbed his throbbing cock just in time to aim it a bit higher, just in time to shower Julie's pretty face with a monstrous load of Abenaki pudding!

The Chicago rich girl bitterly sobbed as she felt the steamy load that creamed her face, thick, pungent and sticky. She was a Chicago Bears fan too and realizing she had this in common with this... with this ogre made her torment complete.

Julie's torture got even more complete as she heard the long-winded groan from Ahanu as he filled up her sister Kai! Kai was crying like a little girl who got her cone of ice-cream stolen and didn't like the vanilla milkshake she was offered as compensation.

Awasos used Julie's hair to properly wipe his spent cock.

"Thank you!" The big Abenaki said as he smiled down on her beneath the mask of Chief Wahoo.

***

Meanwhile, Tabby and Annika were both naked and surrounded by a forest of tired old cocks. The Viagra was reaching its limit, but the grandpas made up for it by masturbating with such force and inspiration that they made some small miracles happen.

The young bucks including Andy, Tom and Michael were the first ones to cum-shot their face! Tabby knew this was Andy Donovan, his stupid cowboy hat unmistakable as the naked deputy relieved himself by properly painting her white vamp face, enjoying the contrast of her skin against her long raven hair with bangs, just before Tom exploded and showered her bangs and her forehead alike with strong shots of cum. The Sheriff added a grunting finishing touch by thickening her pungent face-mask by adding some more icing on the angel cake of her face. It was so sticky! And humiliating! Knowing it was this sick-fuck Sheriff and his shit-head son was the final straw that truly broke her and turned her into a fuck doll who'd do anything, absolutely anything for this to stop.

"Me and my shit-brains!" Tabby whimpered, bitterly weeping under her coating of cum while some old creep she had seen in that shit-hole of a bar on Main Street---the one wearing that sick old Red Sox ball cap where the white had long turned to snot yellow---grabbed her long raven hair and insistently masturbated right against her face! While some other creep knelt right behind her in some impromptu act of adoration with his hands learning the magic curves of her butt where she nearly sat on her heels and offered the rest of her hourglass figure along with her legs and feet, naked and getting cold.

The nondescript creep in his smelly green-and-black checkered shirt masturbated like a madman whose life depended on one last load, and with unadulterated joy, he relieved himself on Tabby's moon-white butt, the shadow area down below this sensual vastness hinting at her anus and giving the extra oomph needed for a truly memorable ejaculation. The old bugger smiled with all his missing teeth as he half-closed his eyes and blissfully shot the very last rope.

Annika was similarly honored. Her face was now a pungent testament of how pretty the local old men in her hometown thought she was. She had known it all along, just from the way those old ugly shit-face losers kept staring at her whenever she was in sight, as if she only existed as fodder for their secret fantasies. But now she had the full-blown confirmation of it. One after the other, all three Thompson brothers cummed on Annika's face and tits! Making one of her jujube-brown nipples nearly disappear under their milky-hot goo, like magic! Then this fuck-sick of Ron with his disgusting beard uttered some animalistic sounds as he showered her face with his cum. Wilbur, Rick and Brian plus a couple other disgusting creeps all cummed on her as well! Making her beauty more complete with each load. And she couldn't go anywhere. She was down-shit exhausted.

"Say 'thank you for not using my pussy', young lady!" Brian commanded. "Say it! 'Thank you for not using my pussy!' Say it or I swear to God you're gonna get a big Colt 45 raping your cute little ass!"

"I... You..." Annika began under all the layers of cum, some of which found its way in her mouth. She wanted to sneer at them and say "You couldn't even get it up!" but she knew better than pissing them off.

"I... I like old men. Thanks for not using my poor sorry pussy, Sir!" Annika ended up saying.

"Hey, Shit Brains! Say you love old men! Say it and we'll let you be!" George Thompson commanded as he wiped his dick on Tabby's sleek hair. They had heard her calling herself shit-brains several times and the nickname was sticking just the same as their loads stuck to her sorry face.

And this went on and on. The old creeps kept debasing the naked girls they had seen so often in town, enjoying their sense of absolute power over them, forcing them to say they loved what they hated so much! While spending every last drop of their semen on their pretty face and tits. While exploring every little inch on their body. Those girly assets had tantalized them enough! It was payback time! After all, it was just natural for young ladies to give the elderly the respect they deserved.

At one point, big Awasos made Elyza literally disappear under the ponderous slabs of his blubber as he raped her in the classic missionary style, and she got to learn all the minute details of Chief Wahoo's big-smiling mask while Awasos took his big fat pleasure inside her, flattening the five-feet small girl under his huge body-mass. The whole house shook with each of his strokes.

The grandfather clock struck midnight. Suddenly.

Ominously, one chime after the other, the antique clock loudly came alive, each one of the twelve strokes proclaiming "Here I am!" Each of twelve chimes like a nail on a coffin.

"No shit! This can't be! I smashed this thing with my 12 shotgun!"

"This is impossible! Impossible!" the Sheriff blurted out as he looked for the big hole he had knocked through the dial with his 44 Magnum. The whole number 8 looked back at him with two zeroes standing on each other. The antique clock had risen from the dead.

Many presences were suddenly felt, right there in the very room! Invisible, yet there.

Within seconds, the six happy pappies, half-naked all of them, along with Rick, Wilbur, Brian and the rest all took to their heels, frightened out of their wits like little boys who just saw something creepy under their bed. The Sheriff and his son ran the fastest! Andy left his shotgun and his cowboy hat behind. He ran naked in his cowboy boots.

Only Awasos remained. Alone with all five girls. He was fucking Elyza. Ramming himself deep and hard on each fun stroke as he drilled her for oil and found more added bliss with each new thrust. This was the one and only thing he thought of as he reached his jackpot.

As his shots of cum flooded Elyza, Awasos grunted like some sick loud bear breeding with a female in spring. He didn't see the four other girls coming right at him in the sudden darkness as all lamps went out all at once.

Awasos squealed like a bleeding pig as the four girls attacked him like creatures of the night. They removed the cursed mask and found his eyes. The girls had nails. The girls had enough of being prey. They attacked the big man and let out their pent-up anger! Awasos squealed on like a bleeding pig as he flailed his arms left and right, like some big otary trying to swim away but finding air instead of seawater. He became blind. And he bled like a pig. In the darkness.

Already, Tabby was searching her way out, walking on bare feet through the night, as naked as some pale specter with a sensual look. Fright and terror made her selfish. Alone, she found the front door while the other girls kept torturing Awasos, who filled the house with squeals that would haunt her till her dying day. She stood at the front door.

She pushed it and it wasn't locked. It emitted a loud creaking noise, ominous as she held her breath and felt the cold air of promised freedom hit her sperm-coated face. Her ordeal was over!

Tabby took a step on her way out when someone or something grabbed her arm with an ice-cold grip. A deep-rasping graveyard kind of voice spoke.

"NOT LEAVING US SO SOON, ARE YOU?"

"AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA!!!"

***

The next day, the police found Awasos dead. Naked with both eyes gauged out. This became a national matter as a Native was dead. The local Abenaki band were outraged. A Chief Wahoo mask was found in the premises among empty cans of beer, a shotgun, some clothes and other stuff such as a Coleman camping stove. This and Elyza's camera. The mob of Abenakis burned the offensive mask, not because they felt truly offended, rather because they needed something to vent their grief and anger on.

The case became high-profile. As the YouTube pirated footage was found, as well as some parts of it that had ended up on PornHub, Sheriff Donovan was positively identified as one of the men who had sexually assaulted the girls. The footage showing him forcing Julie to suck his 44 Magnum caused the loudest outrage in the woke and LGBTQ+ communities and rekindled the debate around gun control and the Second Amendment.

Sheriff Donovan along with his son Andy, Brian, Ron, Wilbur, Rick and three brothers by the name of Thompson, one of whom was a decorated veteran of Vietnam, were all arrested and shown handcuffed in front pages. The US Marshals made a thorough search for the missing girls, but they couldn't find any corpses or remains nor any other evidence that would hold water in court, so the case collapsed. The woke and LGBTQ+ communities were positively outraged. Some threatened to take the law in their own hands.

The house gained worldwide fame as one of America's most haunted places. The local economy benefited from the small boost of tourism as daytime guided visits were organized. Daytime only and it was strictly forbidden to bring a Ouija board. A couple of backpacking students decided to spend the night there and were never seen again.

As for the five missing girls, all that was found was a white Yaris, lost and out of gas somewhere in the spruce forest. With shredded remains of underwear that did belong to Annika and Tabitha aka Tabby, along with a size-5 pair of black Chuck Taylor's that a sobbing Samantha confirmed as being her sister's. The girls were never seen or heard of again.

THE END.


Comment on this last chapter: I felt this story had run its due course. The old creeps were outstanding with phenomenal stamina given their age, but by this time they were flat exhausted and yes, the non-consent action was getting seriously repetitive. What I did was to bring this feeling of boredom and repetitiveness and reflect it on the characters themselves. Brian, the Sheriff et al. were ready to close shop and call it a night, with the Sheriff possibly bringing them in to the station (this would have been too predictable an ending), but then came the Abenakis with Tabby and Annika. This led to a bukake with a bunch of old pappies pressure-masturbating and "performing little miracles" and this was really the one thing they could still do and I'm stretching it a bit with men in their 70's! Lol!

The Abenakis were a lot fresher and they're younger too (Dyami is 52 and the two others in their 40s) so this led to Elyza, Julie and Kai getting their first Indian cocks. Elyza got her back door blasted again --- so yes, some more action. One of the Abenakis putting on the Chief Wahoo mask was a given, but to tell you the truth, I was so tired of this mask trope that I was very happy to have it burned by the mourning band after Awasos's horrific passing. I'm very visual like so many male writers so I love a nice legal bukake with pretty girls!

The sudden ending keeps the story from becoming excessively repetitive as the only logical continuation would have been more of the same, barring such an unforeseen event. The grandfather clock was just some ordinary antique with cobwebs to begin with, but this is what gave me the idea of this ending where the story suddenly shifts into horror and supernatural. "Not leaving us so soon, are you?" is a line from the original Hellraiser movie. Halloween is already well passed and it was time to end this interesting take.

I hope you had fun reading this one! If you don't wait until next Halloween to read it again, I will take it as a huge compliment!

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A well-deserved end...