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Blackjack clung like a beachside fishing village to the
ash gray desert
that sprawled as far as the eye could see toward the craggy-hewn
peaks of the
Kingston Range, a motley collection of sun-parched ridges
in the southern end
of the California Sierras. To the north lay the natural
furnace of Death
Valley; less than a hundred miles beyond the mountains,
Las Vegas nestled like
a multicolored jewel in the parched wilderness of the Mojave.
It was almost
mid-day, and today, like every other day of the year, most
activity had ground
tediously to a standstill so that men and machines could
be replenished. A
dozen or so of the men huddled under the tin roof of the open-ended
shed, talking quietly so as not to exert themselves in the
scorching heat,
waiting for the signal to shuffle back over the powdery
wastes and return to
their jobs on the oil derricks. Blackjack had a long, if
not glorious, history
as a mining town. First as a base camp for fruitless gold
hunts in the killer
mountains, later as a home for borax miners, and now, though
mostly in ruin
except for a few unpainted cabins that were still inhabitable,
as the temporary
hometown for nearly twenty "roughnecks" and
whatever families they possessed.
Blackjack had been invaded seven months ago by Benny Terrell
and his ragged
crew of fortune hunters, in search of an elusive reservoir
of crude oil that
might or might not exist, in hopes of a fortune that might
or might not fall
into their hands. And all of them, including Jamie Olsen,
working for wages
that seemed as elusive as this tricky oil field they were
searching for.

Sarah Olsen, Jamie's twenty year old wife of three
months, sat alone and
sullen on the shaky front porch of their tiny two room shack,
her rocking chair
carefully positioned so that the runners did not cause
any weight to be placed
upon the dozen or so completely rotted planks in the porch's
unpainted floor.
She rocked slowly and gently in the midday heat so as not
to use up too much
precious strength -- there was still dinner to cook, if
you could call boiled
potatoes and pork belly a dinner, and dishes to wash...
and Jamie's one decent
work-shirt to be hand scrubbed and hung on the line stretched
across the porch
to dry in less than a half hour in the desert's hot waterless
breeze. Sometimes
she felt that the desert's furnace-hot wind was drying
her out much the same
way, draining her whole young body of its very youthfulness
just as it sucked
the moisture from a dripping-wet shirt in twenty minutes
or so.

Scanning the black on white type of the newspaper old Mr.
Parker brought
her from his supply run into the city, Sarah brushed her
blonde hair from her
eyes and wiped her forehead instinctively. "Instinctively"
because out here in
the desert there was really no need for that; perspiration
evaporated as fast
as it beaded up on your skin in this zero humidity heat. All
morning long she
had carefully gone down the long, finely-printed columns,
x-ing them off one by
one, narrowing her hopes for any escape from this perpetual
furnace she was
trapped in as surely as a sinner is trapped in purgatory.
One by one, each
tiny inked-in "X" snuffing a little more of
the flicker of hope that ached in
her breast, Sarah Marie Olsen had eliminated her methods
of escape and her
chances for another life outside this hell hole that only
a money-maddened
wildcatter with a cooked brain could call a town.

And now there was just one chance left. There could be no
turning back
if she managed to make it this once, Jamie was no man to be
trifled with! She
knew only too well that he would beat her until she wouldn't
be able to run
away again if he caught her or if she had to turn back. Mr.
Parker was taking
his life in his hands in agreeing to drive her into town,
but maybe he figured
at his age there wasn't really much to live for anyway.
Sarah looked, eyes
squinting in the blazing California desert sun, to see
if the office shack was
empty. It was! In that little clapboard hut was the camp's
only telephone,
her one link with the outside world... that magic place
with flowers and cool
showers and running water and people who could laugh and
not talk only of
elusive oil strikes that would never come and towns and
cars and sounds and
smells. Out there was everything that she had left behind
when she somehow
fell in love with Jamie Olsen, everything she had thrown
away when she stupidly
agreed to come with him on this fool's mission on the
backside of nowhere.

She glanced down the rutted dirt street that connected
all the crumbling
shacks, the ones in use and the ones too far gone for even
the likes of these
people to live in. The men had piled onto the flatbed and
gone back to the
drilling site; and the women, the few that were still here,
were all resting or
napping inside out of the mind-numbing heat. This was it,
now or never! Sarah
got up and moved slowly toward the open door of the office
shack, angling
toward the tin-roofed food storage building first in case
someone spotted her.

She rechecked the number she had scribbled on the inside
of an empty
cigarette package and waited for the operator to answer
somewhere south toward
the highway and the cities of the real world. This was the
moment she had
dreamed of, walked the floor over, for weeks on end. If the
voice on the end
of that line held out the slightest hope for her, she would
be out of this hell
on earth within twenty four hours... and she would never
look back!

AnmlGirl.txt 2/13

Animal Girl
Chapter 2

It wasn't so long ago really, but all that seemed to
have been in another
world to Sarah now, another life somewhere that she had
lived through and was
now ended, no more a part of her life now than night was a part
of day, or one
day a part of the one before. That was over, gone, past, and
nothing counted
any longer save the present. And each day that she lived
now was one more to
make up for the miserable ones that came before.

Sarah was truly happy now, she was finally doing something
wild and
exciting, just like all her girlish daydreams when she
was in high school back
in Utah, dreaming of a life somewhere filled with reckless
deeds and adventure,
instead of endless piles of dirty dishes and a smelly man's
socks draped over
the shower curtain. Ever since her first trip to the zoo
as a kid, she had
always had a special spot in her heart for animals, all kinds
of animals, so
when she spotted that ad in the classified section that
blistering hot
afternoon a month ago, it was only natural that she give
it a try at least. Mr.
Hawkins her boss now, said that it was her girlish enthusiasm
and sincerity
that landed it for her, but whatever it was, she was grateful.
It had called
for, simply, an "attractive young girl who loves
animals for assistant's job
with traveling zoo and animal show. See the American and
Canadian west and get
paid for it!" And now the job was her's, special
assistant to Mr. Henry
Hawkins at a hundred and fifty a week, all expenses paid.
It was like a dream
come true; Sarah was fearful of waking up and finding herself
back in Blackjack
with all those coarse, uninteresting people, listening
to them talk of bits and
derricks and barrels of oil until she died of old age, penniless
and still
stuck in that God-forsaken hole in the Mojave Desert.

But it was indeed all real, not something she had fantasized
out of sheer
desperation. She had gone to see Mr. Hawkins, riding into
town with Mr. Parker
when he went to get the mail and supplies, and she never went
back, not even to
get her clothes. Mr. Hawkins hired her on the spot, and she
swore old Mr.
Parker to secrecy, as no one had seen them leave together.
Her new boss seemed
quite concerned about her marriage difficulties, and
he even offered her an
advance on her first week's salary so that she could
buy a few new clothes and
not have to spend another second with that coarse slug of
a husband back in

She did take the time to write her husband a letter, though,
which was
probably more than he deserved. Mr. Hawkins mailed it for
her in Las Vegas
when he had to drive up there on business. She could just
imagine Jamie,
red-faced and blustering, clad most likely in work jeans
and steel-toed boots,
storming into Las Vegas and demanding of someone, probably
the first policeman
he spotted, that they return his wife before he got really
mad and wrecked the
whole place. Jamie was like that, though he certainly had
contained it well
enough when he was courting her; he thought a wife was just
another piece of
property, like a monkey-wrench or an old comfortable pair
of shoes, so he
treated her accordingly. As near as he could figure it,
being the wife of Jamie
Olsen was a distinct privilege, something to be thankful
for, and that should
be enough to satisfy any woman. Nice clothes? Tenderness?
A good life? Hell,
that was for dudes and rich folks, not for Jamie. Hard dirty
work and chasing
the rainbow was all he knew, all his father and his father
before him ever
knew... and Sarah hoped he would be happy with it now that
he had it all to

* * *

They were on the road now, somewhere north of the Canadian-U.S.
and rolling further toward the oil field and construction
camps of the
Northwest Territories. It was ironic, in a way, that Sarah
had escaped from
one oilworkers' town and was heading for another,
but it wasn't the same this
time. She was on the move; the show's schedule called
for not more than two
days in any location, so she would see lots and lots of scenery
between stops.
And besides, there would be dozens of interesting people
to meet along their
full season's schedule that brought them back, by
the coming on of winter, to
California, not just the few boring souls back in Blackjack
who were always the
same -- dull and uninteresting -- day in and day out.

Sarah rode in the pickup with Mr. Hawkins and one of the animal
a young kid named Sammy who was working his first season
also with the show.
There was a large camper body attached to the truck, with
a tiny crawlway
between the cab and the camper, so she could squirm through
and get cokes or
beer for them whenever the guys asked for it or sneak a few
winks on the double
bed that stretched over the roof of the pickup cab and gave
her a panoramic
view of the majestic Canadian Rockies as they passed on
her right. Behind
them, but not traveling in convoy because it was too dangerous
in the event of
an accident, were two other employees, Hawkins' right
hand man, Al Badger, and
the other woman who worked with the show, someone Sarah
knew only as Gloria.
They rode in an old station wagon that towed the trailer
they seemed to share.

And behind them, further still scattered back along their
route, were the
trucks, three of them, that carried the animals from the
show. They had left
the wintering site pretty soon after Sarah took the job,
so she really hadn't
spent much time with any of them, but they all appeared to
be quite healthy and
well-cared for and she was glad of that. She had had it in
the back of her
mind that some of these traveling menagerie shows did not
take care of their
caged animals, and Sarah wanted no part of any kind of abuse
like that. She
could not bear the thought of anyone mistreating a captive
animal, or a wild
one, for that matter. To her, that was as alien as beating
an infant or
whipping a child with a heavy leather belt. Maybe it was
because of the way
she had been so badly treated by her mother's second
husband before she finally
ran away and got married to the first jerk who offered a time-payment
ring and
had enough for the marriage license. Of course, she had
not seen it in quite
that light then, but it was becoming clearer now all the
time as she sat
quietly while Sammy and Mr. Hawkins took turns with the
pickup, coming into
focus like a television tube warming up. And it wasn't
a picture she liked...
nor one she ever wanted to relive. This was all so exciting,
a whole new world
out there, and Sarah planned to see every inch of it.

AnmlGirl.txt 3/13

Animal Girl
Chapter 3

Hawkins had made arrangements ahead to have space available
at a
privately-owned campground outside Soda Creek, British
Columbia for the show's
vehicles, as the drive necessitated a stop halfway from
the Canadian border to
the first show stop across the territorial line into the
Yukon. This would be
their only overnight rest before the show arrived, as from
here on, they would
simply stop individually to change drivers, sleeping
in their vehicles until
they reached Line Creek, where they would set up for the
resident families and
transient workers engaged there in building a highway
through to the coast.

Hawkins was driving when they arrived, and after stopping
for a
back-slapping welcome from the campground's manager,
a one-legged retired
lumberjack named "Stump" Moran, he personally
guided the vehicles into place
for the night as they arrived. Sleeping arrangements were
something her new
employer had failed to really explain to Sarah, but she
wasn't actually
concerned, for Mr. Hawkins was obviously a harmless enough
old eccentric, all
wound up in his animals, busying himself like a leathery
white-haired elf as he
scurried from trailer to trailer and bedded everyone down
for the night. Sarah
offered her help, but Hawkins insisted that she remain
in the camper. "Plenty
of weak minds and strong backs for this kind of work, "
he had explained. When
she suggested mat this might indeed be a perfect time for
getting to know some
of the others, Gloria particularly, as she was the only
other woman along,
Hawkins rebuffed her icily. It was strangely out of character
for him, and
Sarah was somewhat hurt when he "suggested"
quite firmly that she find
something to keep her occupied inside the trailer.

Sarah was surprised at this sudden chill, but she took it
calmly enough;
after all, this had been a long tiring day and anyone, even
nice old Henry
Hawkins, was entitled to be a bit frayed around the edges.
She was there in
the pickup camper alone when he returned over an hour later.
Only by finding a
distant American radio station on the camper's receiver
had she managed to
stave off the worrying restlessness of boredom, but she
was quite relaxed and
contented now when he came back, and the warm smile on the
middle-aged man's
face put her even more at ease.

"Sorry to have to leave you so long like this, Miss
Olsen... oh, excuse
me, Mrs. Olsen, I forget you're still really married, "
apologized the
middle-aged graying man quite sheepishly. Sarah found
herself embarrassed by
his shyness, his self-effacing manner.

"Oh, don't give it another thought. I was quite
happy, really. It's
nice to be able to relax and enjoy the quiet of this beautiful
countryside. And
you ought to call me Sarah, then there wouldn't be any
problem remembering that
silly ol' Miss or Mrs., " said Sarah smiling
in relief at being back in his good
graces again. Hawkins smiled at her suggestion and nodded,
then opened the
camper's refrigerator and pulled out a cold beer.

"Want one?" he asked. "Nothing better'n
beer to cut the dirt from a hard
day's driving."

Sarah shook her head. "I know it sounds silly in this
day and age, but I
don't drink. Guess it was 'cause my pappa... stepfather,
actually... drank so
much and I grew up seeing the ugly side of liquor. Never really
cared for it
since I can remember."

The wrinkle-faced, sun-toughened old man grinned. "Yep,
you're probably
wise. Liquor never did anybody any real good, even the weak
stuff like beer
and wine. Still though, I guess I'm too old to change
my evil ways now."
Sarah's lips eased into a smile at the thought of nice
ol' Mr. Hawkins being
evil. Christ, after some of the people she had known -- or
the one she'd
married -- he was like a man of the cloth. "You don't
mind if I have this
beer, do ya'?" he asked.

"Of course not! I didn't mean for you to think
I was some kind of
do-gooder or something, " she explained hurriedly,
not wanting to risk offending
her new boss. "I haven't got anything against
drinking. I just don't like it
for myself, that's all. Don't go getting any notions
that I'm that kind of

Hawkins slowly turned his head from side to side, his eyes
never leaving
her for a second. "That's good, Sarah. 'Cause
life gets a little bit
tarnished sometimes traveling around the country like
this. You don't have to
become hardened to it, though, just be able to bend enough
when the times
comes, and you'll do nicely... really nicely."

Sarah felt an unexpected chill run through her veins...
that quickening
that tells you something isn't quite the way it should
be. But that was
outrageous, everything was better than it had been for
her in years! She
quickly shrugged it off and made herself another cup of
coffee and sat down
opposite Hawkins at the fold-down dining table opposite
the galley-style
kitchen. He reached up and turned on the gas mantle of the
built-in lamp that
hung on the wall beside them and held a paper match to the
mantle until it
burst into flame and settled into a white-hot glow that
illuminated the cabin
like an electric light bulb.

They sat there in silence for an uncomfortably long time,
Sarah curious
and restless from the excitement of this new life unfolding
for her so quickly,
Hawkins quiet and pensive, his mind somewhere else as he
gazed out the
curtained window through the trees to the opposite clearing
where his crew was
busily making preparations for settling down for the night.
There were voices
carrying through the fifty yards or so that separated them
from the others,
mixed with the muffled sounds of stirring animals caged
in their trailers as
the trainer and Sammy moved from cage to cage, dispensing
the night's ration of
food and water, plus an occasional dose of vitamins or veterinary
to one or the other mildly ailing beasts.

"Uh, I guess you're sort of used to all this traveling
by now... I mean,
you've been to all these places before so many times
probably, " she said,
feebly making some kind of conversation.

Hawkins looked as if he had been very far away. "What?
Oh, yes, you're
absolutely right. But I never get tired of it all. This is
the kind of life I
was born for, and I don't ever aim to change. I guess
I'll die one day up here
on the road somewhere. Won't be nobody around to mourn
over me 'cept Lobo."

"Lobo? That means wolf, doesn't it?"

"Not only means it, he is a wolf."

"You've got a wolf? I didn't see him with
the other animals." Hawkins
shook his head. "No, I don't keep him down in California.
He stays up here
with "Stump" during the winter, and I just take
him with me when I come
through. He's out by those trees there. Take a look,
I think you can probably
still see him."

Sarah peered out the fogged-over window, first wiping
a spot clear with
her fist. "Oh, you weren't teasing! There he
is... and he's not tied or

"Tied! Lobo? He wouldn't stand for it. 'Sides
I've raised him ever
since he was a pup. One of our trucks accidentally killed
his mother and I
took him in. Had to feed him just like a natural baby for months.
He and I
are pretty good pals now, like I was his real pappa or something."

Sarah started to giggle at the thought of Mr. Hawkins fathering
a timber
wolf, but the look of misty-eyed seriousness on the old
man's face cut her
short. By God, he was serious, all right! That mean-looking
animal out there
running around loose was like a son to him! Well, anybody
his age was due a
few eccentricities, she supposed. If that was all she had
to contend with, it
wouldn't be hard at all. "When do I start work,
Mr. Hawkins? I mean, when do
I really start to do something? It's nice and all just
sitting around, but I
get sort of bored. You know what I mean?" she asked,
her soft blue eyes

A slowly spreading grin worked its way through the sun-parched
around Hawkins' face. "Don't worry, honey.
We'll have plenty for you to do
soon enough. Hey, you sure you don't want a drink? I
know one special I bet
you'd like."

"Well, maybe just one. But I can't drink anything
real strong. You'll
have to make it kinda' weak for me or I'll get sick."

Henry Hawkins guffawed, reminding Sarah of some grizzled
miner she'd once
seen in an old Bogart movie, but she couldn't remember
the name. "You break me
up, girl! You're kinda' refreshing, like a breath
of spring air around this
bunch of drunks and dee-gen-erates. Don't worry,
I'll fix you a special..."


AnmlGirl.txt 4/13

Animal Girl
Chapter 4

Sarah knew even before that first mouthful had started
a gentle glow in
her belly that taking a drink at all was a terrible mistake.
Jamie had told
her once when they were going to a party that she should be
doubly careful
since she wasn't used to drinking and, unlike the more
experienced, could not
tell when she had had enough until it was too late.

This stuff tasted good enough -- a "Cuba Libre"
he called it, whatever
that meant -- in fact, it was hard to taste anything other
than the coke he
made it with. She didn't know what else was in it, except
for the slice of
lemon she could see floating on top, because he had gone
over to Gloria's
trailer. "Don't have the mixin's here, "
he had explained.

"Well, how do you like it?" he asked, her, his
head cocked sort of

"Okay... it's sort of like a Coca-Cola with something
warm in it, but the
Coke's all I can really taste."

"Well, just take your time with it. You'll get
used to it soon enough.
Not that I'm trying to turn you into some sort of lush
or something, mind you.
But you'll probably need a drink once in a while when
we really get rolling.
It's pretty hectic around this show sometimes."

Sarah nodded. She wanted to ask him once again just exactly
what her
duties would be, but she thought better of it. He did not
seem to be disposed
to tell her very much right now, and Sarah figured it best
to just let things
ride as they were. After all, she was getting paid good money
for doing
nothing, so far, so who was she to complain?

They talked for a while longer, Sarah mindful of the fact
that her words
were beginning to slur a bit around the edges and that some
of her thoughts
seemed to ramble a bit more than usual. But she wasn't
drunk, she was certain
of that. Maybe she was no experienced drinker, but she surely
knew enough to
know when to stop. Hawkins fixed her another and she reluctantly
accepted it,
and she thought for a moment it was a bit strange that he seemed
to have
everything he needed right here in the camper this time.
But why worry? The
night was cool and quiet, save for an occasional growl from
one of the big cats
or a roar from the show's big star, Jomo, the African
gorilla, safely locked
behind the double steel bars of his cage where she'd
seen him -- just once --
before they left California.

Hawkins rambled on a bit, relating how he had picked up the
show for a song from a Mexican couple who needed the money.
He conveniently
left out the rest of the story -- how they were desperate
for money for their
son's much-needed operation and he loaned it to them,
taking the show as
collateral. Hawkins was in the used furniture business
then, as he called it,
though his real trade was in taking over delinquent furniture
store accounts
and foreclosing for the goods and reselling it to Chicanos
in Los Angeles. It
had been a quite lucrative business, sometimes bringing
the same goods back two
or three times before he mistakenly sold them to someone
who could actually
hope to make the payments.

That was a part of his life he didn't talk much about,
particularly with
new employees. People sometimes got the wrong idea. Just
like when they
called him heartless for taking the old couple's livelihood
just because their
only son died on the operating table, and they lacked the
money to make their
note payment on time. Hell, business is business, he always
said, and if you
can't take it, you shouldn't be in it. At least
that was the way Henry Hawkins
saw things -- he never believed in giving any quarter, just
as he expected none
if the chips happened to be on the opposite side.

But it wasn't good to dwell too much on thoughts like
that now... there
was something much more important at hand. Yes, this cute
little thing was in
for a real surprise. Just about another hour oughta'
do it, he though. He
nearly chuckled out loud as he thought of the look on Gloria's
face as he
dumped the powdery Spanish Fly into Sarah's syrupy
rum and coke. There was
always plenty of it in the veterinary cupboard for when
they breeded the
animals... and for other little surprises like this one.
Gloria had been the
first, and she was getting close to the end of her prime now,
though God knows
she certainly didn't need any drugs to help her out
now. Christ, she could
fuck the balls off a dozen men before she got her second wind.
But this one...
this one was sweet and still innocent. Marriage may have
cost her her cherry,
but she was just as pure as the day she turned sixteen, and
that was just what
the show needed. Oh yeah, little lady, you're in for
a big surprise... you'll
probably wet those sweet white panties when you find out
what's really in store
for you, but you'll come around, they all do. And I'm
gonna' have some real
fun with you while you're making up your mind. Yes sir,
some real fun!


AnmlGirl.txt 5/13

Animal Girl
Chapter 5

Gloria was waiting impatiently at the door of her silver-colored
when Hawkins returned from his camper. She was wearing
a man's shirt tied to
make a kind of halter and a pair of ragged jeans and boots,
her usual
around-camp wear. "Well, how'd it go, Henry?
Hurry up, tell me!" she urged
eagerly. Nearly an hour had passed since he came over here
through the wooded
thicket to dump that powerful aphrodisiac into the new
blonde's drink, and she
was beside herself with expectant curiosity.

"She took it like mother's milk, " he grinned
in the macabre yellow glare
of the trailer's outside bulb. "Shouldn't
be long now."

"Ooo, I can hardly wait, " the mid-thirtyish
woman squealed. "Al, hey Al,
Henry's back!" she yelled in that sort of hoarse
whisper-shout of someone
wishing to yell without being heard too far away. A pot-bellied
slight balding
man in his mid-forties shuffled groggily into view from
the battered trailer's
tiny bedroom. He was holding an open half-quart can of beer
and an unlit
cigarette was dangling from his lower lip. It stayed there
as he spoke, held
in place by the wetness of the beer he'd obviously just
finished. "Went like
clockwork, huh, Henry?" he inquired, dropping the
emptied beer can into a
plastic trash can lined with newspaper that was positioned
by the bedroom door.
"When you think she'll be ready? I wouldn't
mind a piece o' her ass myself.
Did you see those legs? And tits! Man, she's got a pair
like one o' them
fold-out girlies."

Gloria glared at him half seriously. "You just shut
your mouth, Al
Badger. You can't even satisfy the woman you've
got, much less go spreading it

Henry laughed out loud and his employee's face momentarily
"Shit, Gloria, " said the heavier one with
the tee-shirt that failed to cover
his protruding belly. "It'd take half the men
in Canada to satisfy you and you
know it."

"Goddamn right, if they all had cocks like that scrawny
one of your's!"
she taunted.

"Scrawny! You can go to hell, you ol' whore, I
ain't never had any
complaints before!"

"Now, now, you two, save all that energy for later.
And anyway, Gloria,
you're gonna' be gettin' all the cock you
can handle when we give that first

Gloria felt a shiver of anticipation run up her spine at
just the
thought. She'd done some pretty far-out things since
signing up with Henry
Hawkins, at least since he found out there wasn't any
money in menagerie shows
for kiddies and bored grownups. That was when he decided
to add something new,
something special just for the men-folks and an occasional
thrill-seeking woman
or two. That was where she came in -- the special show, the
one that cost five
dollars a head and was well worth it. She put one on, all right,
left them
with their tongues hanging out when she'd polished
off that wolf of Henry's...
and sometimes a donkey if the crowd was right and she felt
up to it. Not to
mention the one or two she always took out of the audience,
just to give the
locals something to talk about after they'd pulled
up and left. But sometime on
this tour, they would try something new and different...
and even Gloria was
nervous about how it would work out.

"Gimme' a beer, Al, and I'll go back and see
how our new little girl is
doing with the something special I gave her. She oughta'
be about to come in
her pants about right now."

"How about it, Henry? You gonna' share this one
now, or have I got to
stand in line?"

"Oh no, not tonight, it's too soon for that. But
I tell you what -- you
two come on over in a little while and take a look-see through
that window over
the sink. Maybe you'll get a little show, who knows!"

* * *

Sarah had already slipped out of her clothes and into a pale
nightie before Henry Hawkins walked the distance over
to Al and Gloria's
trailer. She was tired and sleepy and the couple of drinks
her new boss fixed
her made it even worse, so all she wanted was to get under
those covers and
close her eyes.

But then it happened... not all at once, but in little short
brief quivering spasms of intense feeling and stimulation
that coursed through
her scantily-clad young body in surge after surge of frightening
It didn't worry her much at first; after all, it could
have been anything --
the onset of some virus from all the travel and excitement,
or maybe just her
insides knotting up from the newness of all this or... but
there was soon no
way of kidding herself. Something, indeed, had happened
to her, just as surely
as if a hidden switch inside her brain had been triggered
open. First the
feeling of blood rushing heatedly to her belly, then the
tingling spreading
upward through her thighs, then to her lushly quivering
breasts where they
reddened slightly and began to swell with an excitement
all their own. And
then her tiny young nipples began to throb as if in wicked
accompaniment to the unknown song of quickening desire
that was somehow welling
inside her at this very moment.

Her mind reeled for a moment and then her confused thoughts,
blurred by
the effects of the unaccustomed liquor, began to come together
in one
frightening melange of apprehension and suspicious fear.
What is happening to
me? Something's wrong... maybe I've been poisoned.
Yes, that's it, poisoned!
No, that can't be right, who would poison me? Maybe
it's the liquor, maybe I'm
allergic to something in those drinks.

"You sick or somethin', Sarah?" She jumped
half a foot off the camper
floor at the sudden intrusion; turning, startled, she
saw that Mr. Hawkins had
let himself in through the unlocked door and was standing
there in the doorway
only a few feet away. Only she couldn't see him, at least
not clearly. He was
more a smeared, shapeless mass to her blurry eyes than the
man she remembered
from just a short while ago.

"You scared me. I didn't know you were coming
back, " she said slowly and
deliberately, wondering if the words sounded the same
on the other side of her
lips as they did to her. She was shaking her head from side
to side, as if
that might clear the murkiness from her mind and enable
her to think clearly
once again...

"Sorry, honey, " he smiled. "I guess
I should have knocked. Didn't know
you were getting ready for bed." He glanced down along
the scarcely concealed
smooth curves of her voluptuous young body, her high jutting
breasts and long
shapely legs clearly visible to his obviously appraising
stare. She crossed
her arms over her firmly ripened breasts and stirred uncomfortably,
under the suddenly coldness of his gaze.

"I... I guess I must have a bit of an upset stomach.
Maybe it's the
change in scenery. I've heard it can do that to you,

"That's right, Sarah, just a little virus or
something, " he said warmly,
and she quickly felt reassured, though no less uncomfortable
standing here like
this. He might have been old enough to be her father, but
that was no fatherly
look in his eyes when he first came in. "Better let
me take a look. I'm no
doctor, but traveling around like I do in the back country,
I've had to pick up
a bit of medicine just to keep all my folk in one piece. Not
to mention all
the vet'rinary learning I've managed to accumulate."

"Oh, I'm all right. It's n-nothing, "
she stammered nervously as he
stepped toward her. She was afraid of him -- she didn't
like this new chilling
hardness in his eyes. It was incredible -- even when he talked
so sweetly, it
was still there. It couldn't have been there before...
or maybe she just
didn't see it then. "P-please, really, it's
just a cold or something. I'll go
on to bed and I'll be as fit as can be in the morning, honest!"

A menacing, yellow-toothed grin opened his face like it
had been hacked
with a cleaver. "Just the same, I better take a look.
Can't be too careful,
you know."

The rough-skinned man stepped toward her, and the terrified
young blonde
backed hastily toward the rear of the camper, as if some
sort of security were
offered by the wall at her back, though there was no way out
except through the
door behind Hawkins or through the tiny crawlway into the
truck cab which was
out of the question. She stopped moving backwards only
when her back touched
the back wall, her neck just below the edge of the bed that
was above the truck
cab. There was nowhere else to go. Suddenly, with no warning,
he reached out
to her and, with a coarse sneering laugh, gripped the flimsy
sheerness of her nightie in one calloused hand and, with
a quick twist, yanked
the thin garment from her smooth shoulders, ripping it
in half like it was a
strip of toweling. She stood all but naked before his eagerly
probing eyes, as
much confused and astonished as frightened, only the soft
protruding mound of
her drug-inflamed vagina still hidden from his cold appraising
stare by her
thin panties.

"Please, please, " she begged, and her melon-firm
breasts heaved with
every agonizing plea. "You can't mean this,
Mr. Hawkins! This isn't right,
you just can't! Please!" Tears streamed from
the corner of her eyes as she
hoarsely begged for mercy, but there was not a hint of hesitation
in the older
man's eyes... he knew what he wanted, and he would get
it. It was just a
matter of time.

"Why, Missy, I reckon' I just don't know
what you're talking about, " he
drawled, affecting his finest Georgia-cracker tone and
looking not-at-all dumb
and innocent of any wrong-doing. He grinned wider as his
hand seemed to
absent-mindedly roam along the inside of his pants leg.
Sarah's eyes widened
in genuine fright when she spotted the rapidly-swelling
bulge that grew right
before her eyes along the inside of his thigh.

"You oughta' be gettin' about right, "
he leered. "Notice anything
different the last half-hour or so?"

Sarah's thoughts whirled dizzily... I haven't
been poisoned, I've been
drugged! That's why I feel so strange! I can see it now...
he put something
in my drink!

His open palm touched her nakedly quivering breast, his
fingers brushing
lightly against her upturned, quivering nipple. A shiver
of terror and
revulsion rippled through her chest and tied knots in her
trembling belly.
Maybe if she had been less frightened, less caught-unaware,
she would have
noticed better the still-growing, festering something
that had plagued her
senses earlier. But Sarah could not fully grasp it, could
not begin to
comprehend the depth of her ensnarement now... she was
trapped, tied, and bound
as surely as if by a dozen fetters -- and fast on her way to
the deepest,
vilest depths of human depravity... and there was no way
on earth to stop it!

"No... please, n-no, Mr. Hawkins, " she trembled.
"You've had too much to
drink or something. You-you're not yourself... please,
just leave me alone and
we'll forget this ever happened, please!"

Sarah knew her plight was not totally hopeless; there was
still a hope
left for her. Maybe he would leave her alone after all. Maybe
if she could
just grit her teeth and let him touch her, just hold back
the nausea and
revulsion long enough to let his dirty fingers course over
her warm, naked
flesh, maybe that would satisfy him and the nice Mr. Hawkins
she knew before
would take his rightful place again. She knew even to think
such things was
wrong, but what choice was there? She could scream for help...
but everyone
within earshot was an employee of this man, dependent on
him for bread and
their very survival. How could they be expected to aid her,
a total stranger,
at the expense of their own livelihoods? Of course, maybe
he would leave her
alone and just go away if she screamed, but that would be
the end of her job.
That would mean being dumped up here, penniless, in the
wilds of northern
Canada or worse still, having to go back to Jamie in Blackjack,
head-hung, and
begging for forgiveness. No, I won't go back there,
no matter what, I can't go
back to Jamie. That's over and done, and I've got
to make this new life work or
there's nowhere left for me to go. I've got to...
got to!

Perhaps a more experienced woman, craftier in the ways
of the world and
of desiring men, would have seen the futility in those thoughts,
seen the
hopelessness of such a choice and have taken off on a new
tack, leaving all
this and her past, too, behind. Maybe even Sarah Olsen herself
could have made
a clearer-headed decision that night if she hadn't
been doped on enough Spanish
Fly to drive a dozen women insane with animal lust... but
the decision was
made, the die was cast, and Sarah Olsen took the one last
step that catapulted
her into a shadowy world she didn't know existed, one
that might be the only
one she would ever know.


AnmlGirl.txt 6/13

Animal Girl
Chapter 6

Henry Hawkins was out of his pants and undershorts before
Sarah realized
what was happening. It was all like some kind of scene from
a bad movie, all a
quick dizzying blur as she watched the man disrobe through
eyes glazed and
heavy with the drug and with the strong liquor. He was naked
now from the
waist to his ankles, still wearing his black socks that
fell down around the
tops of his shoes in a tired heap. He made a truly ludicrous
standing there, looking for all the world like a character
in an ancient stag
movie, only minus the mask and hair-line mustache. But
Sarah was in no
position to laugh... she was trapped through her own carelessness
and stupidity
and, short of running home like a scared little girl to Jamie,
there was
nothing to do but face up to him, do as he asked and hope that
she could live
with herself when it was over.

The whole front of his lower body looked to be covered with
hair, a thick
woolly fur that thickened and curled around his thighs
and loins. His hand
fondly rubbed his long dangling penis hanging from the
coarse thicket and, as
if he had given some secret inner command, it really began
to swell and grow,
leaping in spasmodic jerks into full, threatening rigidity.
That same evil
grin, only now more of a growingly triumphant sneer, spread
lewdly across his
face as his lust-hardened shaft grew even larger and thicker.
"Not bad for an
old man, huh, miss?" he chuckled. "Bet that
ol' man you left behind in
California couldn't match it inch for inch in a million
years, right?" There
was no reply from the frightened blonde. "Answer
me, bitch! It's quite a
cock, huh?"

Sarah gulped down her fear and nodded. "Y-Yes, yes,
it is, " she murmured

"Come on over here and feel it, baby. You needn't
be afraid."

Almost as if she didn't have a mind of her own Sarah obediently
closer, reluctantly, both hands over her breasts still,
as they rose and fell
anxiously in her fright and apprehension.

"Go on, touch it!" He grabbed one of her arms
and pulled it down close to
his massively throbbing cock, and she opened her fingers
just as his own
tightened painfully around her delicate wrist. Her fingertips
brushed along
its hot, awesome length and the menacing monster seemed
to grow even thicker,
though that would have seemed impossible.

Sarah felt the proper revulsion, as she knew she ought to,
but there was
something deep inside her insides she couldn't quite
define as yet, something
that seemed like a candle lit far down in the dark sanctuary
of her belly, only
a tiny warm glow, but somehow bearing the threat of bursting
into a raging
inferno at any minute. That was the only way to describe
it... she marked it
up as fear and nausea, but in the back of her mind she knew
there must be
another explanation.

"Get down on your knees!" came the unexpected
barked command, and the
frightened young blonde only looked back at her superior
with disbelieving
eyes. She thought she had prepared herself for the worst,
that maybe she would
have to sacrifice all her decency and let this man touch
her to satisfy his
filthy lust, but this... this was beyond all humanity!
He couldn't mean what
she thought, he couldn't! Even with Jamie she had never
done such a thing. It
was vile and degenerate, the kind of thing whores do for
money, not decent
people. She wouldn't... she couldn't!

Nothing, no countless hours of fear and worry, could have
prepared the
terrified young girl for what the lecherous Hawkins did
next. His hand darted
forward, his face still snarled in the contemptuous knot
of hate and lust mixed
obscenely, and Sarah reacted instinctively, fully expecting
to catch the brunt
of an awful, punishing blow for her disobedience to his
wanton will. But it
wasn't a cruel fist or stinging palm that crossed her
flesh... instead he only
closed his fingers around the full, ripe mound of her breast
and then
skillfully manipulated the nakedly sensitive flesh,
bringing out the desire
effect in her like a musician tuning up his instrument.
Her arm shot up to
push his hand away, but she caught herself in mid-stride.
That certain
something strange inside her again had grown suddenly
more powerful and
commanding, and whatever it was told her forcefully to
leave his fingers where
they were.

Feeling the weird sensations in her abdomen growing more
and more
intense, spreading inside her like fire spreads in a tree,
from one limb to
another until the whole organism is aflame with a raging
holocaust of
intensity, Sarah was amazed to find herself unable to resist
his command.
Obediently, instinctively somehow, she sank to her knees
as if her legs had
become boneless, and found herself at his feet, naked save
for her little white
panties, and totally vulnerable now at this depraved man's
merciless whim. She
tried not to look at his nakedness, to shut her eyes and keep
away the
nauseating reality of the presence of his long hard penis.
She could feel its
heatedly throbbing tip brushing against her forehead,
nuzzling through the fine
spray of her blonde bangs. It was fully erect now, and the
lust-swollen head
was completely out of its elastic sheath and poised...
ready for what she knew
now was inevitable. Yet strangely, she could scarcely
sense her fear at all...
it was as if all her emotions had been blocked out by some
powerful drug. All,
that is, except one... and that one was making itself unbearably
inside her belly as a sudden itching sensitiveness spread
over her hidden
private parts like an epidemic pox. It was more and more
obvious what this
strangeness inside her was, or what it was becoming, but
she refused to give in
to it, refused to acknowledge its strength and her own surrender.

"What the hell are you waiting for, you silly bitch?
Haven't you ever
sucked a cock before? You suck this one just like you suck
one of them scrawny
little ones you're used to."

Sarah turned her flaming face away from the massively pulsating
that was level now with her face. Her eyes were closed, partly
from fear and
partly from shame.

"Hurry it up, cunt! Get those sweet lips around it
or I'll stick it all
the way down to your belly and choke you on it. Now move!"
He had not really
planned to get so rough with her, usually with the Spanish
Fly, it wasn't
necessary... Goddamn it, why doesn't that shit work!

He grabbed the side of her head, his fingers twisted in her
hair and
positioned her right in front of his lust-hardened cock.
Still her wetly
trembling lips were closed and his fingers wound viciously
in her silken blonde
hair until she cried out from the sudden, searing pain that
shot across her
scalp. It felt as if all her hair were being yanked out by
the roots.

"You'd better open up, baby! Right now!"

Without thinking, her ripe young lips parted and he rammed
his thick pole
of hardened flesh home, slamming it forward with a quick
snap of his loins. The
hotly throbbing penis slid over her tongue and rammed against
the back of her
throat, poking painfully against the tender untried flesh
of her virginal
throat passage. She gagged on its immense thickness and
choked for air, but he
wasn't satisfied yet.

"Relax those throat muscles and behave yourself,
girl... relax 'em, or
I'll ram it out your asshole!"

Sarah gasped an unintelligible plea, unable to breathe
as the long hot
hardness filled her mouth and throat completely, leaving
no room at all for air
to enter her lungs. Seeing no other way but total obedience
to his perverted
demands, she managed to relax her throat a bit, and to her
amazement, the
heatedly throbbing cock now squirmed easily down her open
throat channel. She
could feel it far down in her, filling her completely, impaling
her through her
tightly ovalled lips as she stretched her mouth to accommodate
his massive
hardness. She was lower now than the lowest, she had sunk
to the very bottom
depths of this pit of wanton wickedness she had made for
herself. She had
become, in a matter of minutes, less than human... nothing
more than a
receptacle for this depraved animal's seething lust.
She felt the tears on her
cheeks, but she could not stop them now. There seemed nothing
else to do but
get it over with as soon as possible. She knew that to delay
was sheer
folly... God only knew what might happen to her if she crossed
him now. Oh,
please let this be a dream!

Hawkins watched her carefully, noting every movement,
every naked
precious inch of her tender young body. His hands slid to
her bare shoulders;
they were soft, warm, like rare velvet. He could feel the
shame-hardened tips
of her erect little nipples, crowning fleshy peaks of her
firmly ripened
breasts that jutted out and rubbed sensuously against
his bare legs. He
grabbed her head again and worked her wetly ovalled lips
back and forth faster
on his immense choking cock. She took the cue quickly, not
wanting to rile his
savage lust any higher, ready to do anything to end this
horrible vile act and
free her to try to find an excuse to live another minute.

"Mmmmmmmm, that's real nice, a whole lot better,
baby. Now suck it real
hard... harder 'n hell, real hard!"

Sarah gagged every time the long hard cock tunneled down
her throat
passage, brushing the sides of her gullet, filling the
narrow channel with its
huge, blood-engorged head. She could feel the muscles
of her throat
involuntarily milking the hot, vicious shaft with every
downward thrust, and
she could see what an effect it was having on this madman.
She could feel his
heatedly pulsating penis grow even harder, even thicker
as swirling,
lust-heated blood filled the turgid organ and a seething
pool grew more and
more inflamed in his heavy, leathery balls.

"C'mon, baby, I'm almost there!"

Those words stopped her heart, froze her still with the
agonizing disgust
of a helpless, ravished gutter slut. God, almighty, he
was going to do it! He
was going to shoot his heated, lustful sperm deep down into
her helpless
throat. Oh my God, what can I do? What can I do?

Though Sarah was not aware of it, she and the lustful old
man had an
audience just a few scant feet away. Through the window
above the camper's
galley kitchen, through the couple of inches of glass that
wasn't covered with
opaque curtain, Gloria and Al stood on tiptoe, heads one
above the other, vying
for the best view of the incredibly lascivious show going
on like some porno
movie inside this tiny screen. Jesus, they both thought,
is that broad ever
beautiful. Those tits and those legs! Man, what a body!
Gloria was every bit
as excited by this wickedly exciting performance as her
sometime-boyfriend, Al.
Damn, she thought in her hidden inner passions, I'd
like to give that honey a
ride myself. And maybe tonight's my chance. I've
kept my little secret
desires to myself too long!

She felt Al's bare hand slip up under her mini dress
as she tiptoed up to
see into the camper. As usual, she wasn't wearing panties,
and she only
squirmed a bit and let out a muffled giggle as his outstretched
middle finger
found her already-moist slit. She opened her thighs to
give him better leverage
and breathed deeply to hold back her gasp of surprise, for
he was suddenly far
up inside her, probing hungrily inside her wet, hotly excited
cuntal sheath.
She looked into his eyes for a moment, taking her gaze away
for only a second
from the wonderfully salacious spectacle of this young
blonde chick with a body
like a Vegas showgirl down on her knees like some two-dollar
skid-row whore,
her boss's thick, wetly glistening penis shoved so
far down her throat that his
pubic hairs brushed her nose and cheeks with every thrusting
shove. "Don't get
me too horny, baby, " she whispered softly into his
ear, her cheek against his
unshaven bristle.

"This might be a long, long night!"


AnmlGirl.txt 7/13

Animal Girl
Chapter 7

Hawkins felt the flood coming like a Bay of Bengal tidal
wave... he made
no attempt to hold it back; he'd waited long enough
for this moment. He hoped
it would come in quarts -- buckets full -- he hoped his lust-swollen
would disgorge great sticky gobs of sperm, a hot, sticky
river to flood her
belly and break the young bitch in right. Yes sir, this little
blonde had
better get in step quick, 'cause she's got a hell
of a career coming right up.
He'd give her something to keep in mind, something
she'd long remember as his
load sloshed in her belly. His hands squeezed her head vice
more, holding her
pinned tight up against his pumping loins, her face crushed
in his sweaty pubic
hair. He pushed far, far down her throat, straining as if
to bury the aching
head of his wildly jerking cock in her very belly. Here it
comes... he could
feel it starting its long, deliciously-painful run down
the long turgid shaft
of his penis. He stopped dead as it reached the swollen,
hard-throbbing knob
at the end, paused for an eternity, then exploded against
the sides of her
working throat and swirled down into her belly in thick,
gulping waves.

"Now, honey, now! Suck it like it was your mama's
tit, baby! Every last
drop! Suck, damn you, suck!"

Sarah swallowed again and again and again, every choking
gulp oozing down
her throat like a thick creamy soup. Her mind was spinning
like a child's top;
and she was lost for the moment in her own despair and self-debasement
when '
it happened... that gnawing hot flame that had been bothering
her like a fly
around her head was now raging out of control. In her shame
and humiliation,
her utter subjugation, she had failed to be aware of its
sudden all-consuming
intensification. Oh God, yes, it's burning inside
me... I feel strange, so
strange... and... and... oh dear God, I want it! What's
happened to me! I
want this sperm, this vile seething torrent, I want every
previous drop inside
me! And I want his cock... oh merciful God, I want any cock!
Please, I need
one in me so bad! It's burning me up inside!

The flames of drug-induced desire had spread from the junction
of her
nakedly trembling thighs up the plane of her belly and into
the very throbbing
pink tips of her erect little nipples. She fondled them
frantically with her
fingers, then, lost completely now in her wild and'
sudden frantic passion,
felt her own hand slide down inside her panties and begin
to tenderly stroke
the folds of warm, wet flesh around the achingly-tender
clitoris. She felt her
hotly quivering vaginal lips open of their own accord and
a flood of her own
passion juices seeping down the insides of her sleek upper
thighs as she sucked
hard, incredibly hard. She was sucking now because she
wanted to. she wanted
all of his hot viscous discharge to spurt down her throat,
as if it somehow
might quench the flames of animal wantonness that were
raging so fiercely now
in her belly. She swallowed in gushing, sloshing waves
of savage hot fluid.
Her arms were suddenly behind his thighs, holding his naked
loins to her lips,
then her fingers stroked his sinewy asscheeks, caressed
his anus. An instant
later, darting furtively, they were on his rapidly emptying
caressing them, squeezing them delicately, until every
last drop was drained
into her throat. "You're finally there, you
whore! Suck it like the slut you
are, suck it!"

* * *

When Sarah finally managed to get her eyes opened and focused
Hawkins had put his pants back on and was zipping up his pants.
Suddenly she
realized that her hand was still inside her own panties,
that she was openly
and wantonly fondling herself, but she couldn't stop.
God, it feels so good!
I'm so hot inside... so hot. I need a man inside me there,
any man!

"P-Please..." Her lips were parched dry and
the word came out like a
dying gasp of someone lost on the desert in the burning sun.
"Don't l-leave me
like... like this, " she begged, but he only laughed
at her, sneering down at
her as she writhed helplessly on the shag-carpeted floor.

"You've had all you're gonna' get for
now, honey, " he grinned evilly.
"But I'll be back." And with that he opened
the camper door and was gone.

Sarah felt the tears return to her eyes, but she didn't
care any longer.
Hurrying, frantic with all the frenetic passion of a teenager
about to be made
love to for the first time, she lifted her smoothly rounded
buttocks from the
floor and pulled her panties down her firm young thighs,
over her supple
calves, and tossed them aside. Gone now was that shred of
decency she had
retained... gone was any fragment of modesty or shame.
Nothing mattered now
but this burning agony up inside her that ached -- screamed
-- for fulfillment.
Her fingers spread the fleshy moist ridges of her cunt and
found the quivering,
nerve-packed bud of her clitoris. Her whole body snapped
like the end of a
bullwhip when she made that first electric contact. "Yes...
oh dear God, yes!"

And through the half-covered kitchen window, three eagerly
faces watched with undisguised excitement as this ravenously
beautiful young
blonde brought herself up and over that delicious pinnacle
of self-fulfillment.
They watched, eyes wide with glee, as she arched off the
floor, escaping her
half-parted lips as one hand frantically rubbed through
the moistness of her
ravenous cleft and over the bud of her gleaming little clitoris;
the fingers of
her other hand were sunk deeply and satisfyingly up inside
her hot, hungrily
clasping vagina.

For a moment, no one even breathed outside the camper window.
Then, Henry
Hawkins finally spoke. "Don't worry... that
little bit o' foolin' around won't
hardly be enough. No sir, she's gonna' need a lot
more tonight. A lot more!"


AnmlGirl.txt 8/13

Animal Girl
Chapter 8

"I say we get on with it, dammit! We've waited
long enough, Henry. Shit,
she might have gotten over that dose of Spanish Fly you gave
her and gone to
sleep by now!" Al Badger was pacing the floor of his
trailer like one of the
caged animals, waving his arms, gesturing, walking back
and forth until he had
both his companions as nervous and high-strung as he.

"Oh, all right, Al, " said Hawkins finally,
getting out of his well-worn
chair. "I can't take much more of your pacing
anyhow. She oughta' be 'bout
right by now. I guess I was a mite too soon before. It hadn't
really took."

Gloria hah-hahed a questioning laugh. "She looked
pretty much into it to
me. From where we stood she seemed about to suck your guts
out through that
prick of your's. Or didn't you notice?"

"Oh, stop being a wise-ass, Gloria, " snapped
Hawkins. "You're just
jealous 'cause she's better looking than you,
that's all. It just sticks in
your craw that Al and me are so damn fired up about fuckin'
that sweet littl'
thing, don't it? You'd rather we stayed here and
put the meat to your ol'
wornout ass, ain't that right?" he teased her

"No, not really, " retorted the older blonde
haughtily, "But maybe I'll
get a bit of the action myself. There are other ways, you
know. Haven't you
guys heard of women's lib? We girls don't need
you any more."

Henry and Al just looked at each other, dumb-founded. They'd
seen Gloria
do just about anything you could think of with a man or an
animal, but they'd
never seen her go at it with another woman. Now this might
be something really
interesting, they were both thinking.

"Just one thing, Gloria, " began Henry.

"Yeah, what's that?"

"Don't come on too strong, you know what I mean?
Like maybe it would be
better if you sort of pretend you're being forced into
it, understand?"

The toothy blonde grinned and her eyes sparkled. "I
get you! So she'll
think we're in it together, right?"

"Right. That way she's got a friend to lean on
sort of. You never know
with this Spanish Fly. It affects broads in the strangest
ways. I've seen 'em
go stark raving bananas, so we can't be too careful.
Remember, we want her for
the sex circus, and she's no good to us if she flips her
lid, okay?" Al and
Gloria both nodded solemnly -- he was right, they'd
been looking a long time
for just the right girl, one with that look of innocence
the men in the
audience always go for and one with no ties or family waiting
somewhere for the
chance to go to the police after the first postcard from
their dear child. Yes,
this one was perfect, all right, and it wouldn't do
to blow the whole operation
at this late date. Hawkins' face suddenly lighted.
"Should we take Lobo?
Think she's ready for it?" His friends'
answer showed in their eyes... Ready
or not, she was in for a big surprise!

* * *

Sarah was lying fitfully on the convertible bed when the
three people
and, the great yellow-eyed wolf entered the camper; she
was squirming from side
to side like some poor soul with an attack of appendicitis.
Only the three of
them knew it wasn't her appendix that was inflamed
and about to burst... it was
her tight little pussy!

"P-Please... leave me alone... just leave me, please, "
she whimpered
feebly, her words barely coming from her throat as her whole
body filled with
husky yearnings of her incredible, unrequite

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why didnt u carry on with story, i really enjoyd it


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It's nice you could copy this story off of another site
and paste it here.
I thought that copyright laws prohibited that to be done.


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God, what tripe. That first sentence is one of the most god-awful
things I've ever read. It's also hilarious, because
the author no doubt thinks it is genius. It needs to be submitted
to one of those purple prose contests. "It was a dark
and stormy night..."