The Evil Baron (with pics)

[Mr. Hyde]

The Evil Baron



THE PEASANT GIRL
Baron William and his henchman Walter were out riding near the fort,
when they saw a young peasant girl on the path.
They exchanged mutual grins of anticipation and dismounted. When the
girl grew abreast of them on the path, William hailed her.
"Excuse me, but who might you be?" he asked.
"Aliena, Rolf's daughter, Baron!" she replied.
William smiled. "Well Aliena it's time for you to do service for your
Baron!"
He reached out and grabbed the neck of Aliena's tunic. He gave a sharp
jerk. The tunic ripped.
He kept on pulling, so that it tore all the way down the front. She
covered her breasts with one arm and the
bushy triangle of curly hair between her legs with the other hand.
William dropped the strip of linen and grabbed her hair.
He jerked her toward him, spun her around, and ripped the rest of the
dress from her back. She had delicate white shoulders, a small waist and
suprisingly full hips. He pulled her to him, pressing himself against
her back, grinding his hips against her buttocks. He bent his head and
bit her soft neck hard, until he tasted blood and she screamed. Holding
Aliena hard against him with one arm, William explored her body with the
other hand. He felt her breasts, weighing them, squeezing them, and he
pinched her brown nipples, then he ran his hand over her stomach and
into the triangle of hair between her legs, bushy and curly like the
hair on her head.
He prodded her roughly with his fingers. She began to cry. His prick was
so stiff he thought it would burst. He stepped away and jerked her
backwards over his outstretched leg. She fell on her back with a crash.
William knelt on the floor and prised Aliena's legs apart. She began to
struggle. As soon as he tried to enter her she resisted. Suddenly he had
an idea.
"Cut off her ear, Walter!"
Aliena went still. "No!" she whispered.
"Open your legs then!" William demanded.
She stared at him horrified by the choice. Walter drew his knife and
touched her ear. "Stop!" she cried. She opened her legs wide for him.
William spat on his hand, then rubbed the moisture between her legs. He
pushed his fingers inside her. She cried out with pain. He lowered
himself on top of her. She lay still and tense. Her body was slick with
the sweat of their struggle, but she shivered. William adjusted his
position and looked up. "Your turn next, Walter!"
Aliena groaned in despair. Suddenly he shoved his massive penis inside
her roughly, pushing as hard and as far as he could. He felt the
resistance of her hymen-a virgin-and he shoved again, brutally. It hurt
him but it hurt her more. She screamed. He shoved once more, harder
still, and he felt it break. Aliena's face turned white, her head
slumped to one side, and she fell into a faint, then at last William
spurted his seed inside her, laughing with pleasure until he was
drained.
When Aliena regained consciousness it was to see Walter standing above
her ready to take his turn. Walter looked at her lying on the ground
stark naked. The size of her distended brown nipples on her large
breasts, the soft wideness of her hips, the prominence of her long
vaginal mound affected him instantly. He felt his penis grow, and rise,
and swell. Her legs opened wide, her red vulva opened wide, he found her
moist vaginal opening and as his penis slowly slid inside he groaned.
He went down low between her legs, sinking into her, going into her inch
by inch and then rising and falling, pulling and pushing, as she spread
out beneath him, eyes shut, fingers loosely on his shoulders. His
thrusts gradualy increased in speed. Again and again he sank into her
soft wetness-his penis seemed to grow near eruption. The penis between
his legs sliding inside her flesh, cleaving her, expanding once more,
until it could contain itself no longer and triggered a series of
spasmic ejaculations spewing his juices into her waiting body.

[Mr. Hyde]

TWO GOES INTO ONE
Baron William and his soldiers raided a village which had refused to pay
him for protection. After they had killed the men they entertained
themselves with the women. William had caught a nice morsel trying to
escape. It was the Headman's wife, Zelda. He slapped her and threw her
face down to the ground. Then he knelt down, rolled her onto her back
and straddled her. She stared up at him with pain and fear in her eyes.
He pulled up the skirt of her dress until it was around her waist. The
hair between her legs was thick and curly. She screamed and tried to get
out from under him. He rested his weight on her pinning her down, but
she continued to struggle and yell. Now he was fully erect. He tried to
force her thighs apart but she resisted him. He called for his men.
"Hold her down for me lads!"
Walter and his two personal guards came over from their own conquests to
aid him. The three men knelt down around the woman and held her still.
William positioned himself to enter her. Her body jerked as William
thrust his thick member brutally into her. He started to move in and
out. Walter complained, "You interrupted me just as I was getting it
in!"
"So! Stick it in this one's mouth. At least then she will shut up!"
William answered.
"I think I'll give that a try." Walter changed his position and grabbed
the woman by the hair and lifted her head. He wrapped one hand around
his erection and rubbed his tender tip over her cheeks and eyes and
chin.
"Now take it!" Walter ordered the woman. "Take it in your exquisite
little mouth and minister to it with gentleness. And if you bite me, if
you try to hurt me. I swear we will throw you to the dogs to eat."
By now Zelda was frightened enough to do anything and she co-operated by
opening her mouth. Walter felt her mouth engulf the jutting stem of his
erection, and her tongue and lips pulled at the purple tip. Her tongue
was busy as she twisted her head from side to side and up and down. He
felt himself losing control. Zelda had learned to read the signs, she
tried to lift her head away but he grabbed the back of her head and held
her.
"I want you to drink my juice!" he commanded.
The interruption brief as it was gave him time to regain command of
himself. He felt her lips go around him, and futher down on his shaft
than she had gone before.
She felt him jerk in her mouth, swelling even more with blood and she
moaned a little, moving up and down on him. Her tongue lifted, laving
the underside of his head and then spasm after spasm shook him, the hot
viscous jets coming against her working tongue and palate. He braced
himself, as he felt himself surging from his loins and she tried
to pull away. With both hands he grasped her open jaw and pressed her to
himself and coursed into her mouth; pumping his juice down Zelda's
throat. With a choking sound she gulped and swallowed and gulped again
and again until he was drained.
William was aroused to bursting by the eroticism of two men taking a
woman. While Walter was thrusting his penis into Zelda's tender mouth,
William was thrusting his throbbing penis between her legs into her
moist vagina. His penis was swollen to enormous tumescence as he thrust
between her spread thighs again and again. He was deep, deep inside her
rocking back and forth. He was moving faster now, thrusting hard into
her softness. He saw Walter shudder and grab the womans head holding her
close as he erupted into her mouth. Then William came too, spurting his
semen into her quivering depths, like hot lava.

[Mr. Hyde]

THE MILLER'S WIFE
Baron William and his men rode to small hamlet to discipline a man
called Wulfric for not paying the protection tax. William was going to
punish him by having him whipped. But then he saw Wulfric's wife, she
was tall with large breasts and strong thighs. He gestured to Walter who
grabbed her arm and pulled. Walter twisted her arm behind her back and
held her. Her husband cried "No please! I'll pay the tax, just leave
Maggie alone."
William smiled-Wulfric was going to see his wife raped by several men
and he would be powerless to save her-that would teach him a lesson. He
nodded to Walter. Walter grasped the neck of Maggie's dress and pulled
sharply down, the garment ripped and fell away. William's throat went
dry as he stared at her voluptuous white body. Her ample breasts rose
and fell as she panted with fear. His eyes moved from the large pink
nipples and soft breasts to the ample curves of her lightly tanned body.
Her long legs seemed to flow forever from the broad, smooth thighs.
William stood in front of her. Walter twisted her arm harder, so that
she arched her back in pain, her breasts stuck out even more. William
looked at her husband then put his hands on her breasts and kneaded
them. They were soft and heavy in his hands. William felt his cock
rising. "Hold her down," he said. Maggie began to scream. William
unbuckled his pants and dropped them to the floor as the soldiers took
Maggie by the arms and legs. She had no hope of resisting four strong
men, but all the same she kept writhing and screaming. Her breasts
jiggled as she moved,
and her thighs opened and closed, alternately hiding and revealing her
sex. The four soldiers pinned her down on the floor. William knelt
between her legs. Her husband Wulfric was distraught-staring in horror
and mumbling pleas for mercy.
Maggie's naked body was pinned under him, thighs spread, squirming,
writhing, quivering like a rabbit who has seen the gun. His hand moved
over her heavy breasts and taut belly, over her thighs and the mound of
her sex. Then he was plunging down between her long legs, jamming his
hard penis into her, all the way into her softness, her flesh yielding
to him. He could see the stark terror in her eyes as he rammed his huge
member up into her body. Again and again he thrust his thick pulsing
penis all the way into her marvelous body.
He was breathing like a bull. His mouth was watering so excessively that
he was drooling on her. Saliva dripped on her large breasts that
trembled at every thrust. He mauled her full breasts, squeezed and
stroked them as he plunged deep between her widely spread thighs.
Despite the stimulation of her lubricated vulva, her rotating hips, her
increasing breathlessness, he had lasted a long time. His body was wet
with perspiration. He could feel Maggie's soft thighs against his sides.
In his minds eye he saw her shapely long legs leading up to her
magnificent nude torso -- felt himself between her legs, inside her,
tightly held, enclosed hotly inside her. The thought in his head and the
intense friction below came together and he ejaculated a hot river of
sticky fluid into her quivering depths.



THE MILLER'S WIFE PART II
William had just finished raping Maggie in front of her husband Wulfric,
when he heard the sounds of distant gunfire. Realising that he and his
soldiers were vulnerable to attack in the village, he had the bugler
sound the retreat. Walter grabbed a short blue dress up from the bed and
tossed it to the woman lying spread-eagled on the floor. He grinned at
William and said "I guess we will have to continue our fun back at the
fort."
William smiled back-remembering his promise to let Wulfric see his wife
being raped by several men. "Take Wulfric with as well." he ordered.
Back at the fort Maggie and her husband were escorted down to the
dungeons. William smiled at Walter. "I think it's time you and the guard
enjoyed yourself." Walter looked at Maggie in her short blue dress and
licked his lips. He stepped forward and ripped the front of the dress
open baring her full breasts. Then he gestured to the guards and they
pushed her into a cell. Walter took down manacles from a hook on the
wall. He snapped a pair on her wrists, and then another pair around her
ankles. All the while he was talking to himself.
"The little lady's going to like this. She's going to get the chance to
show off everything. Will the lady like that?"
He kept talking as he took from the same wall hook, a short length of
chain with a padlock hung open on its end.
"Wait until the little lady sees what I've got planned for her."
He grabbed the cuffs around Maggie's wrists and pulled her toward the
back wall of the cell. Imbedded in the stone floor was a large iron
ring, and Walter pressed Maggie's upper body downward, until her wrists
were near the ring. Then he looped the chain through the wrist manacles,
under the ring, through the chains on Maggie's ankles, and fastened it
with the padlock.
"Does the little lady like that?" he said.
Maggie was facing the rear wall now, bent over from the waist as if
trying to touch her toes during her morning exercises. Her short skirt
had ridden up over her buttocks, and she wore no undergarments, William
could almost sense her embarrassment at the view her jutting posterior
gave to the men behind her.
Walter still talked. "Little lady's going to be nice to her friends,
isn't she?" and he rubbed his hand down one soft buttock.
William looked at Wulfric. "I 've enjoyed her. Now I shall give my men
that same opportunity before she is sacrificed."
He turned to look at Maggies exposed bottom.
"An inviting target, is it not?"
Maggie was in the same position. But the dress that had ridden up on her
buttocks, was now slung up over her hips. Walter stood behind her, his
back toward them. Stroking the cleft of Maggie's buttocks. Then his
right hand drew his stainless steel .357 Magnum revolver, with the six
inch barrel, from his holster.
He pushed the barrel between the soft cheeks of her bottom. Until the
opening of the barrel was pressed against her anus. Then he slowly
inserted the tip of the long barrel between the lips of her anus. His
left hand pulled her hips backward so that the long barrel slid into
her, all the way, until the hard protrusion of the hammer mashed against
the flesh of her entrance. Maggie's screamed at the pain of the searing
penetration as the cold barrel slid into her depths. Then he waggled the
revolver back and forth watching Maggie's body spasm with pain.
Then Walter began to move his right hand rhythmically, back and forth
between Maggie's legs, and Wulfric could see the gun he held in his
right hand. He was giggling and still talking to himself.
"There's more for the little lady where that came from. Stay with poppa
and poppa will give the little lady all she wants."
The his left hand reached over and joined his right between Maggie's
legs working the gun in and out between the pale globes of her buttocks.
Maggie's mouth twisted with pain as the sight on the barrel ripped her
inside and blood ran slowly down her legs.
The sight of the blood streaking her thighs seemed to arouse Walter. He
withdrew his revolver and put it down. He unbuckled his trousers and let
them drop to pool around his ankles. Then he parted the cheeks of her
bum with his fingers and she felt the crown of his huge penis press
against her moist anus.
"Nooo! Get off me!" she screamed.
Walter ignored her plea and his loins jerked forward. His penis was so
hard it felt as if it had a bone in it. He forced it into her in with a
gigantic thrust. He was a big, ugly and powerful man. He went right up
inside her until she jumped with the nervous shock of it. She screamed
again, as he leaned heavily on top of her back. He stayed on top of her,
pushing himself into her, with deep irregular thrusts. His hands reached
around to cup her bountiful breasts, his thumbs moving back and forth
against the large nipples, feeling them erect. Her large breasts heaved
against his hands each time he thrust between her quivering buttocks.
"You bitch," he grunted "You sleazy bitch. I'm going to fuck you until
you bleed!"
She could scarcely hear him, there was a metallic ringing noise in her
ears and she was choking for air. And all the time he was bludgeoning
her with his thighs, pushing his massive erection so far into her that
she trembled like a storm-shocked racehorse. Finally he convulsed
spurting his hot fluid again and again into her shaking depths; and
clutching her heavy breasts until the nipples protruded between his
fingers. Then he withdrew his semi-flacid penis from her body and
stepped back. Her husband, Wulfric was sobbing as he stared at her
abused body. The
buttocks and legs smeared and streaked with blood, dried semen and mess.

[Mr. Hyde]

THE TRAIN
Three of Baron William's men were sitting under a tree near the road to
the ville drinking ale. One soldier, was red-faced and in his thirties.
His grey tunic was unbuttoned to reveal a sagging beer paunch. He was
known as Gunther. One was a young fair-headed man who considered himself
to be a ladiesman. He was called Alan. The third man looked like a
kindly old uncle. However, he was as queer as a three cent piece. He did
not have a name, but he was known to the men at the fort as Ben. They
were watching a young girl carrying a bucket walking towards them from
the ville.
"How old would you say she is?" asked Gunther, undoing his top trouser
button to release a few more inches of his girth with a loud burp.
"It's hard to say." the young man said
"Fifteen? Sixteen? I guess not much more," added the one who looked like
an uncle.
"If that, but then I like them young." said Gunther.
"You'd split her in half," replied Alan.
They laughed and changed their positions to get a better view of the
girl. The girl was almost upon them before she saw them. Knowing the
reputation of the Baron's men, the minute she saw them she turned and
began to run back to the ville.
The young man, Alan, soon caught up with her. Her feet left the ground
as his hands, tearing open the front of her dress, cupped her breasts
and lifted her, kicking, into the air. He spun her towards him, ignoring
the look of abject terror on her face. She smelt the stale smell of wine
on his breath as he bit her lips to part them and then forced his tongue
into her mouth.
He threw her face down onto the grass and placed his boot into the small
of her back to hold her in position while he unbuckled his belt.
"I know her. Her names Colleen and she's the blacksmiths daughter." he
shouted to Gunther. He pulled his trousers down to his knees and then
lifted his boot from her back to stand astride Colleen. It was the
second she needed. Free from his boot she rolled to her feet and ran for
the trees. Only to be caught by Gunther who swung his arms around her
waist and carried his prize in truimph back to the clearing. He claimed
the victor's right to be first. Colleen's mumbled pleas for mercy were
silenced with a punch. Ben and Alan pinned her arms to the ground above
her head, while Gunther hoisted her skirt around her waist, ripped the
panties from her struggling legs and spread her legs.
Unbuckling his belt, he knelt between her thighs. Colleen caught a
glimpse of his stiff purple penis as the tip touched her moist entrance.
Colleen's screams of terror turned to an agonizing screech as Gunther's
frantic thrust ruptured her hymen with a searing pain. She felt his beer
paunch pressing against her tight belly, as his fat bottom moved between
her long slim legs.
Straddling her on his knees, he put his hands under her small buttocks
and lifted her so that he could plunge still deeper into her moist
depths. As he did so she groaned and twisted in pain as he drove towards
his climax.
His comrades watching the animal thrusting of his fat buttocks between
her slim legs tossed a coin to see who would be next. The young man won.
Alan waited anxiously for his turn until Gunther finaly came shooting
his sperm into her vagina.
"I want you naked" he said hauling Collette to her feet. But the bruised
girl just stood their trembling, stunned with her hands held defensively
over her breasts.
"Strip "he shouted.
She removed her clothing bit by bit until she stood naked on the grass.
Her small breasts seemed to be all erect nipple and the lips of her sex
were dripping with her juices and Gunther's semen. Alan pushed her so
that she fell backwards onto the grass with her legs wide apart.
Alan knelt between her legs for a moment, naked, very close to her, but
not quite touching. She felt him hard at her dripping entrance. She
gasped certain he was far to large for her to accommodate. After a pause
he swiftly thrust himself forward up between her spread legs. Contrary
to her fears he sank up her with ease and she felt him swollen inside
her. Her legs rose and parted still further and she cried out and then
groaned as he withdrew, only to slide forward again more slowly.
Colleen's breasts quivered with each thrust into her small body. Alan
moved his hard bare buttocks flashing white in the moonlight between her
legs, undulating, gathering momentum irresistably, grinding
in, slamming down on her, Colleen groaning continously now. Their
movements faster and faster until Alan grips her bottom, grunts and rips
his body up into her, rearing up, lifting her screaming for a moment as
he erupts deep inside her filling her with his sticky goo.
The young man stood up and glanced at Ben. He smiled.
"It's not Ben's style," Gunther laughed "she's not the right sex, he
likes young boys."
Ben pulled her body until she was kneeling on all fours, on the grass.
"You just hold her in that position." Ben said pointing to the kneeling
girl. Then he stood astride her and parted her small, firm buttocks.
Ben moved against Colleen's bottom, warm flesh against warm flesh, his
hands resting on her hips. Still she held her position, hands on the
ground, but her legs shifted slightly so that her anus was open to Ben,
who explored her roughly with his fingers before pressing against her
again, his thick shaft finding the entrance to her body. He was very
slow, touching her with the head of his erection before entering her
anus an inch at a time, drawing a shudder from her with each small
thrust.
Ben felt her body loosen and become incredibly moist, his last small
thrust putting him in up to the base of his swollen member. Ben held
himself still for a long minute, his hands running over her sleek bottom
and slim thighs. Her thighs began to tremble and as Ben moved inside of
her she gasped, bracing herself for his onslaught. He bucked against her
steadily, hearing her gasps and moans as he gripped her hips and lifted
her body against his, feeling the surge of need building deep in his
loins. Colleen cried out once loudly, and beat one hand against the
ground as Ben finished with a series of furious thrusts finding an
explosive climax. His thick member jerking and shuddering inside her
anus. Spurting thick strings of jism into her tight hole. Then Ben
withdrew his flacid member and fell next to her exhausted from his
exertions.
Gunther lay down on his back in the grass and told her to get on down.
She remained on her hands and knees, and crawled between his legs,
lowering her head to take his erect cock in her mouth so that her hair
fell around her face and spilled over his beer belly. Colleen took all
of him inside her, opening her throat and relaxing the reflexive
impulses. The tip of Gunther's penis expanded and begun to pulse. Her
head bobbed up and down his penis sliding in and out her half-open lips
wet, shiny with saliva and his own precotial fluids.
Alan crawled on top of her from behind.
"Please not there again." she mumbled with her mouth full.
Alan laughed, straining and thrusting forward. She gasped and slid
forward so that her body lay between Gunther's legs. For a time there
was silence broken by squelching and slapping as Alan humped up and
down, thrusting between the mounds of her buttocks. Until he came
filling her with hot sticky fluid. Alan withdrew his semi-flacid penis
from her anus and sat back to watch her work on Gunther.
Colleen fluttered the tip of her tongue along Gunther's upstanding
penis. Her mouth seemed to take on a life of it's own, nibbling upward
then down, then up again. Gunther's hands grabbed the back of her neck
pulling her mouth down his shaft as his hips heaved up and he began to
pump his thick dick-goo down her throat.
When they had finished taking their turns on her tender body. They got
dressed and left her lying on the grass as they returned to fort.

[Mr. Hyde]

THE SETTLEMENT
Baron William and his men attacked a nearby settlement which refused to
swear fealty to him. They rode in slaughtering the men and woman
standing in the streets. Once the resistance to the attack was broken,
the Baron ordered a house to house search. Grasping his revolver tight
in his hand Gunther kicked open the door of a small cottage. He caught a
girl, dressed in a robe, in mid stride as she ran for the door. He got
his right arm around her just as she was starting to turn away, slamming
the door shut with the back of his boot. She's a beauty he thought as he
used his ample torso to jam her struggling body against a wall, his
right hand coming up to clamp over her mouth. He didn't want her
screaming and attracting the attention of his fellow raiders. He wanted
to enjoy this woman before the Baron turned her over to the mutant
Satyr. He could feel her squirming against his fat stomach, and he
turned her so that she faced him. He started to breath faster when he
realised that her robe had pulled open. He slid the barrel of his
revolver up against the girls neck brushing aside her long black hair.
"Listen to me good, honey," he said "be nice to me and you won't get
hurt!"
Adjusting his body carefully to prevent her from bringing up a knee,
Gunther leaned his weight against the trembling, deliciously firm body,
and slowly removed his hand from her mouth.
"What's your name?" he whispered.
"Sharon!" she answered, then tried to twist loose, to escape from the
obscenely fat, sweaty stomach, but the weight was too much, and the
rough mouth of the revolver barrel dug menacingly into her throat.
"Please....don't hurt me !" she gasped between deep shuddering breaths,
her eyes wide open with fear.
Gunther smiled crookedly and slid his right hand down across the exposed
warm breast, laughing softly as she cringed and tried to turn away.
"Depends on what you mean by hurt, Sharon!" he whispered.
He rubbed the palm of his hand against the hardening nipple, ignorantly
mistaking the bodily response to fear for one of sexual attraction.
"I've come here to dip my wick." Gunther continued, grinding himself
slowly against the girl.
"Please no!" Sharon wheezed trying to breathe against the unyielding
weight pressing insistently against her chest and diaphragm.
"I'm afraid I can't oblige you, lady."
He pressed the revolver barrel tight under her jaw and moved his hand
downward from her breast, feeling his hardening penis respond to her
groaning protest.
"No don't," Sharon moaned, shaking her head, straining ineffectively
against the rough fingers that were pulling at the waistband of her
tight panties.
Gunther started to move back to give himself a little leverage and
looked down at her semi-nude body. The rising curve of a soft white
breast, with its large circular pink nipple, was fully exposed. His head
dipped down, his tongue seeking her nipple.
Sharon's nipple had grown to a point, and his mouth covered it, as his
free hand continued to push down the elastic top of her bikini panties.
She was breathing in gasps now, when she felt his fingers reach her
pubic hair. His fingers danced, probed, burrowed insistently between her
legs. Then he suddenly thrust his fingers into her vagina, and as her
body jerked in pain, his body jerked in ecstasy. Then he ripped her
panties completely down and they puddled around her ankles like a flag
of surrender.
Lifting Sharon's struggling body in his arms he carried her to a nearby
table. When he reached the table he put her face up across it, her
buttocks on the edge, her legs trailing down to the floor. He gripped
her slim legs and drew them wider apart. He gazed, grinning, at her
splayed, wetly glistening crotch. Laughing Gunther lunged. Sharon sucked
in her breath, eyes wide and mouth open, shuddering from the painful
force of his stabbing penetration. He struck just as she was wriggling
to free herself, his searing penetration catching her while she was
still partially lying on her side. She clawed the rough wood of the
table. Lord, he was filling her with his hugeness! And to ease the pain
of his entry, she turned, pivoting on his massive erection draping her
legs over his hips while he remained with his feet on the floor, leaning
into her. He tunneled deeply, furiously, taking her savagely. He buried
his face between the mounds of her breasts and then his lips moved from
one erect, swollen nipple to the other, back and forth laving them
furiously as his hips moved faster and harder at her.
The table was rock-hard, and each powerful thrust of his hips sent sharp
jolts of intense pain through her body. Her mouth worked frantically as
he thrust urgently, pounding her buttocks rhythmically against the wood
of the table. He slammed down hard into her, pounding and driving her
bottom into the hard table beneath them. With each thrust her breasts
heaved violently and trembled to his surging assaults. Finally, Gunther
began a low grunting his lips opening, his body quivering while he drove
into her with increasing frenzy. He passed the point of no return,
expelling deep into her womb a hot river of ejaculation. Sharon felt his
warm eruption spewing far up inside her spasming belly.

[Mr. Hyde]

ALAN'S STORY
Before Alan had teamed up with Ben and Gunther he had led a quiet life.
He had even been in love with a girl in his settlement, but then she had
been killed in front of him. This had caused him to become bitter and
after he met Ben and Gunther, he become a stone cold killer and rapist.
However, on some occasions he thought back to the last time he and Candy
had made love.
Candy was blonde and pretty, with tiny freckles on each cheek, waiflike
thin, and with a pair of perfectly round breasts. Her pale breasts were
framed by faded tan lines. The nipples redder than the head of his cock
and they tasted of salty sweat as his tongue ran over them. Her bush was
thick and hairy. Alan poked his finger through her furry jungle and
found the pink treasure sunken within.
Candy groaned as his knit his fingers and pushed them between her pink
glistening folds. Moving in and out as her hips ground forward against
his hand. Then Candy knelt on the carpet before him on all fours. Alan
looked down at her naked back and her tight pink buttocks. Still
standing he drove his dick into her sopping delta. Candy pressed her
face into the carpet as he pumped from behind, her soft buttocks
jiggling with each new thrust. Her inner lips grasped his cock as he
pulled almost all the way out of her cunt, then dove back quickly
inside.
Alan bent forward and reached underneath and grabbing handfulls of her
soft warm breasts in his palms. His back ached, but he continued his
knee-bend plowing into her pulsating depths. The tickle at the tip of
his dick had now spread the entire length of his shaft. Alan nearly
slipped when he pulled out from her vagina, but she turned and grabbed
his thighs with both hands to steady him. Alan's massive phallus was
level with her face.
"Cover me!" Candy exhaled. She grabbed the base of his erection and
yanked a couple of hard strokes. Alan's ball-sac tingled and the cum
leaped from its cell, splashing her dainty face with fullthrottle blast.
Candy rubbed the thick, white jism from her cheeks and sucked her sticky
fingers like a naughty little girl. Sperm bounced off her chin as Alan's
cock shuddered and spurted again.
Alan aimed the last spurt of jism at her tight young breasts with the
fully erect nipples, spattering her heaving breasts.
Alan smiled at the memory then it disappeared when he remembered what
had happened later that day. He had left the homestead to run errands in
town. When he had returned it was to find the door of the farm burst
from its hinges. Alan ran inside the house and heard sounds coming from
the bedrooms. He moved swiftly to the door of the first bedroom and
paused terrified at the sight he beheld. On the bed lay the body of
Candy's sister, Fay, smothered in blood. Her clothes had been torn off
her, and her neck and breasts had been savagely clawed. Between her
thighs were two deep dark bloody holes evidence that someone or
something had doubly violated her. Alan turned to the other room and
there was the beast itself. It was poised in the act of raping Candy,
rearing up over her pale spread-eagled body with its hairy back arched
and its buttocks clenched.
Candy whimpered and sobbed. Her eyes were closed and there was blood
running from the side of her mouth. The beast pushed against her, two or
three lewd, deep stokes that made her shudder.
"Get off her" Alan screamed.
The beast turned towards him and then slowly began to lift itself up,
withdrawing itself from Candy.
Alan couldn't help looking. A long hard penis, thicker than anything
human, came sliding out of Candy's vagina. Her pink bloodied flesh clung
to it as if she was reluctant to let it go. Then as the beast raised
itself up even further, Alan saw a second penis, just as thick, emerging
from her anus.
Blood spilled out and stained the sheets.
The beast rose up on its hind legs. The front of its body was shaggy
with brown fur. It's two penises, one above the other, reared up between
its thighs. It held its horned head high and looked to one side as if
for orders. It was then that Alan saw a man sitting behind the bed
watching everything.
"Dispose of him," the man ordered the beast.
The beast moved across the room with blinding speed siezing Alan with
one clawed hand it threw him across the room against the far wall. as he
struck the wall Alan heard a sickening crack and felt his body being
wracked by pain. He collapsed into a heap on the floor and lay there
unable to move. Another man entered the room and spoke to the one
sitting down.
"Come on Thorpe lets go. We found where they stashed the money."
Thorpe answered, "I'm not finshed watching the mutant play yet."
Alan realized that the beast had returned to the bed and was standing
over Candy's naked form. It was hideous, tall and shaggy with fur.
Between its thighs, half hidden in its shaggy fur, two immense organs
hung, one above the other, and the heads of them shone as dark and dull
as poisonous fruit. The beast fell upon Candy and mounted her again,
forcing itself into her body. She screamed in pain and in agony, and
pulled at it's fur as it drove deeper into her, its hairy haunches
moving back and forth between her wide-apart thighs.
Alan's ears were filled with the sound of Candy's panting breath and
moaning groans as she bounced up and down on the bed in response to the
beasts thrusts.
The beast paused for a moment turning it's head to look at Thorpe, it's
eyes glowed slanted and orange, like a wolf. It stank of stale animal
sweat, and it was grunting with grotesque delight. Then the horned beast
leaned forward on Candy again and began to push itself deeper and deeper
into her trembling body. Candy moaned, and the beast's bristley hair
made a horrifying prickling sound against the bedcover.
Then, the beast stood up with Candy's nude body clasped in its arms.
Candy's naked back and her pale, quivering buttocks were facing Alan.
The beast clutched her tight, it fur sparkling with static. As it
clutched her it slowly turned, taking Candy with it, both of them still
coupled in that unholy and terrifying act of intercourse. Alan could
hear Candy whining with the pain and the pleasure of what the beast was
doing to her, and even in the gloomy light of the room he could see it's
two dark shiny erections thrusting into the whiteness of her body, one
penetrating her vagina and the other penetrating her bottom. There was
nothing that he could do to stop this bestial and terrifying rape.
Candy started to scream. Not loudly. But with a kind of hoarse, soft
note of horror, as if she recognized at last what was being done to her,
as if she could feel at last the agony of torn vaginal tissues and
stretched rectal muscles.
It was then that the beast reached it's ghastly and convulsive climax
shooting great wads of jism into Candy's torn, soft flesh. The beast's
long hard penis, came sliding out of Candy's vagina. Her pink bloodied
flesh clung to it as it withdrew. At the same time it's second penis,
just as thick, was emerging from her anus.
The semen sprayed everywhere, the droplets of semen flew all over the
room as it's two penises, one above the other, slid out of Candy's
vagina and anus mixed with her blood. Alan heard Candy screaming in a
hoarse voice "No,no, no.."
He saw the beast's repulsive haunches shaking with orgasm, as it
continued to spurt great gobs of semen against Candy's soft belly. The
last thing Alan saw was Candy's used body dropping onto the bed.

[Mr. Hyde]

THE SETTLEMENT II
While Gunther broke into the cottage. Ben and Alan followed the Baron's
henchman, Walter into the house next door to it. The three men pushed
their way into the living room. Walter was swinging a long-handled axe;
the others were armed with guns. Susan screeched at them "Get out!
What
do you want? Get out!" and gathered her daughter and sister close to
her. But the men took no notice and strutted into the room. Walter
came
up and regarded them with lustful eyes. His eyes focused on Susan's
daughter. Lisa resembled her mother except that her hair reached
halfway down her back, she wore a white blouse and jeans. Walter
beckoned to Alan and pointed to Lisa. Susan screamed "No!" but Ben
stepped forward and pressed his gun's barrel roughly against her head.
She froze realising that these men would kill them all if they resisted.
Alan walked forward towards Lisa, twisted her arm behind her back and
held her still for Walter. Lisa began to sob from fear.
Walter ran his hands through her long hair. She tried to twist her head
away but he savagely gripped her hair and tugged it upward, so that he
lifted her feet off the floor. Lisa shrieked and thrashed her legs as
her small body hung in the air from her hair.
"She's only thirteen!" Susan screamed. "Leave her alone, she's only
thirteen!" Ben punched her in the stomach with his fist, stopping her
screams. He pointed his gun at her sister, Vicky, to prevent her from
using this opportunity to escape. Lifting the axe Walter used the blade
to cut through Lisa's hair in three crunching slices.
Lisa moaned, staggered and almost fell as she dropped back to the
floor.
But the man holding her arm behind her back hoisted her to her feet
again.
Now Walter slid his right hand into the front of Lisa's blouse. He
cupped Lisa's, breasts for a moment, his chest rising and falling
heavily. Then he lifted the axe blade again, sticky with blood and hair,
and used it to slice the blouse open from neckline to hem. The two
halves dropped away from her body. Walter liked what he saw. She was
very small, but she was damned nicely put together. Her belly was flat
and her breasts firm if somewhat on the small side, with very pale, very
small nipples. With her shorn hair she looked very boyish.
"You've got almost no breasts," he said "how are you going to warm a
man's bed. You look like a boy, so I'm going to fuck you like one!"
"Nooo!" screamed her mother. But Walter wasn't listening.
Walter motioned for Alan to release her and then he grabbed her,
spinning her small body around.
"Put your hands up on the wall! Spread your legs! Now! Quick!"
Terrified Lisa does as Walter tells her.
Walter seizes her jeans and pulls them down. Her panties come down
with
them. She jerks as the cold air strikes her white virginal buttocks.
"Steady," Walter pants. "Don't move!"
Susan saw Walter take off his pants and move behind her daughter's
small
body brandishing his thick, throbbing penis in his fist as if he were
holding a cudgel.
Lisa feels something heavy and hot press itself against her bottom.
She jerks again.
"Steady!" Walter orders. He is panting harder now, she feels hot blurts
of breath on her left shoulder. The heavy penis jabs into her bottom,
thrusting her buttocks apart. A horrible, tearing pain lances upward
from her vitals. Walter holds her mouth closed gagging her cries.
As Walter butt-fucks the girl, Ben and Alan drag Susan And Vicky out the
living room and into the kitchen.
"Steady," Walter pants, and now his hands descend on her shoulders,
and
he is rocking back and forth, in and out, back and forth, in and out.
"Steady...steaady...oooh! Steaaaaaadddyyy..."
Gasping and rocking Walter pounds what feels like a huge hot bar of
steel in and out her bum. "Steadyeeeee!" Walter whisper-screams as he
thrusts even futher forward. And for on agonized second the pain
becomes
so bad she is sure her belly will explode, that the huge phallus Walter
has stuck up her bottom will tear her apart. Lisa's slender body squirms
against the wall, each time he thrusts his massive erection into the
crevice between her buttocks. Walter flexes his muscles and straightens
up, lifting her feet off the ground. And she dangles there impaled,
suspended in the air on his huge shaft. He has her body pressed against
the wall and each time his bull-like thrusts lift her off the
ground so that she climbs up the wall.
Lisa feels his balls against her buttocks tighten as his buried erection
begins to tremble and spurt hotly. She can feel him gushing hotly inside
her. Then he collapses against her in a smear of rancid sweat, panting
harshly, and she slips to her knees under his weight. As she does, the
massive penis-no longer quite so massive-pulls out of her, and she can
feel wetness all over her bottom.
Ben and Alan held guns aimed at Susan and her sister, Vicky.
"What do you want?" Susan stammered.
"What I want is to shove seven inches of stiff intellectual pecker right
down your gorgeous throat." said Alan.
Susan's face grew rigid.
"Get undressed ladies..." Ben ordered "or Walter next door will not just
rape the little girl, but cut her sweet little head off as well."
"If I do what you want will you let my daughter go?" asked Susan.
"Yup! Now strip before I get mad!" answered Ben.
Susan and Vicky got undressed. Ben shouted, "You come here, Mommy,
and
stand in front of the fancy sink. Thats right. Facing the window. Now,
spread them. Thats right, spread those long legs. You hear me! I want
to see your ass!"
Chilly with fear, Susan stood by the sink, gripping the draining board,
and staring, sightlessly out of the window. Ben hurriedly undressed,
grasped the cheeks of her bottom and fondled them with hard,
searching fingers.
"Lets make this memorable!"
He turned around and pulled open a kitchen cupboard.
"Oil! Thats what I want! Oil!" raged Ben "Good lubricating oil!"
He found some cooking oil and poured some onto his hands then used
them to rub it over his thick penis. Ben turned to Vicky.
"Come here, join this little erotic stunt!"
Seizing Vicky's wrist he made her crouch down on the floor in front of
the sink, right between Susan's wide-apart thighs.
"Now, you 're sisters aren't you?" breathed Ben.
"You should get on well. You can start giving her a tongue job sweetie,
while I start doing what I want to do."
The first lick of her sister's tongue on Susan's bare clitoris came
almost as a shock. Then Vicky licked again and again. Susan looked
down
and there was Vicky's fair head moving rhythmically between her parted
thighs, her tongue lapping at the flesh of Susan's vulva, pink tongue
between pink lips.
"Come on. Lets see some enthusiasm down there. Lets see you get your
mouth around it!" Ben shouted.
Vicky began to weep silently, but as she wept she did what she was told
and thrust her tongue deeper between her sister's thighs.
Susan felt Ben's massive shaft spread the lobes of her buttocks as he
pushed the head of his phallus up against her anus. Ben grunted as his
thick penis forced its way up inside her. She felt the prickly curls of
his pubic hair up against the bare cheeks of her bottom, as his thick
engorged organ filled her up inside. Her scream at the pain of this
penetration was as loud as the silent scream she had given inside, when
she had seen Walter plunge his ugly thick penis into her daughter's
child-like body. Ben thrust into her anus relentlessly, hurting her with
every thrust.
Every thrust drove her hips forward against her sister's working mouth.
Vicky was sucking at Susan's swollen clitoris, sometimes taking Susan's
entire vulva into her hot, avid wide mouth. Ben's hands reached around
Susan to grab her soft, big breasts, resting his cheek against her back
and thrusting and thrusting right up inside her deep, quivering, wet
channel. Then he came shooting his hot come into her shivering depths,
filling her like clotted cream. Alan was smiling watching the erotic
tableau of the three straining figures. When Ben finally came shooting
his load into Susan, he stepped forward. He pushed Susan to one side
and
looked down at the kneeling form of her sister.
"Get up!" he ordered. Vicky hurried to obey standing naked in front of
him. Alan did not even bother undressing. He merely opened his zipper
and took out his tumescent penis. He looked at Vicky and grinned.
"It looks as if everyone is ass crazy today. First the kid, then her
Mommy got butt-fucked. Well I see no reason to change the family
tradition. That's a beautiful ass. Bend over."
Vicky looked around for something to lean against. In front of her was
the kitchen table.
"Come on bend over."
Vicky hesitated for a moment, then leaned forward, propping herself up
by her hands. Alan moved in back of her and Vicky felt his fingers
spread her cheeks. An instant later she felt the tip of his penis
pressing against her anus.
"Wait !" Vicky said "Not there! I-I can't ..."
His hairy arms came under her arms, his large palms covering her
breasts. She could feel him like the barrel of a pistol pressing against
her soft buttocks.
"Scream for me baby!" and he plunged his organ deep inside her,
ripping
her with terrible pain. With each scream, he thrust deeper and harder.
She tried frantically to get away but he was grabbing her hips, shoving
himself in and out, holding her fast. She was off balance now. As Vicky
squirmed in burning agony, her hands pounding the table, Alan laughed.
Vicky cried out in pain. Suddenly she felt a series of quick shudders
and a moment later the thick pulsing penis inside her exploded spurting
bursts of hot juice into her rear. Then his penis was withdrawn. Vicky
stayed still her eyes shut shut, fighting the pain. When she was finaly
able to straighten up and turn around.
Alan had put his meat back into his pants and was zipping up his fly.

[Larzaius]

Sorry to be the buzz kill once again but there are two chapters of this story where the victims are under 18, hell the last chapter the girl is only 13.