fucking her a little quicker and her asshole felt sore.
'Bitch!' he groaned. 'I'm going to give it to you this time, bitch. It feels so fucking good. Oh shit. Oh shiiiit!'
He plunged his prick into her asshole hard. His prick was getting bigger and his prickmeat started squirming inside her. His cum started spurting again and again and she was filled up with it. He gave her a couple more hard strokes before he pulled his prick out of her asshole.
He walked around to her head. She could see it but she hated the thought of what she was sure he was going to make her do.
'Lick it clean, bitch,' he said.
She did but she thought she was going to throw up at any second. Finally she had his prick glistening with her spit and he stopped. He bent down and undid her hands.
'Let's go back,' he said. 'George is waiting.'
Her heart began to pound in fear.
CHAPTER SEVEN
They dragged them back to the house. Sherry kept falling and her captor would simply drag her along on her hands and knees for a while. The choke chain would threaten to cut off her breath if she didn't keep up. She felt sick to her stomach as they finally reached the house. She didn't know what would be done to her but she had an inner horror of being put to the dogs.
George was standing in the front yard along with a couple of other men. George looked mad as hell and there was a bandage around his head.
'What shall we do with them, sir?' Bobby Bishop asked.
'The pig pen,' George said.
Sherry felt that sickness in her stomach again. It wasn't the dogs but it sounded like something worse. She was dragged along behind the young boy and into the back yard. There were no pigs but there was a huge mud hole.
'This is our pig pen, ladies,' George said softly. 'It's for pig sluts who try to run away. You'll find it interesting.'
George was smiling at her but his hand was rough as he put it on Sherry's shoulder. He squeezed until there were tears in her eyes from the pain.
'You hit me, bitch,' George said. 'You're going to spend a while paying for that.'
George slammed her in the stomach with his other hand and she folded over in pain. He gave her a push with his other hand and she landed on her ass in the mud.
'The other bitch,' George said.
Bobby gave Ginger a shove and she went into the mud almost on top of Sherry. Sherry had to sink deeper into the goo to avoid being fallen on.
'You two are best friends,' George said. 'It's only fair that you should know us how good of friends you are. I want you two to wash each other gently with the mud.'
Sherry was trembling but she was afraid to move. Ginger was looking at her with a blank face. Neither girl knew what to do. They didn't want to anger George anymore but they felt all sticky in the muddy mess.
'So you don't want to be nice,' George said. 'All right. We'll do it another way. I'll tell you what, Sherry. Don't be nice to your friend. Beat the shit out of her. Do it now, or I'm going to bring the dog over here and let him loose with the both of you.'
Sherry looked at him in horror. She was afraid of those dogs. She looked at Ginger and Ginger helped her make up her mind. Ginger didn't want the dogs again either.
'Bitch,' Ginger said. 'I'm going to bury you!'
Actually, it was almost fun. They didn't really hurt each other but they made a good attempt to cover each other with mud. Sherry was a little uncomfortable at times, especially when her hands brushed against Ginger's small tits.
'All right,' George said. 'Fun's over.'
He made them get out of the mud hole. They weren't ready for what happened next. Suddenly water started crashing against them so hard that it knocked them on the ground. It was almost painful as the powerful water stream covered them both. They rolled on the ground, unable to get away.
Then, suddenly the water stopped. It had done a good job of washing the mud off them. Sherry had a feeling that the worst was yet to come as George stood over them.
'You two look real good down there,' George said. 'All naked and clean. Like a picture or something. Now why don't you two kiss and make up?'
Then men gathered around in a circle as if they knew what was coming and were eager to enjoy it. Sherry felt like she was about to be devoured by wild animals.
'Kiss and make up!' George demanded, his tone ugly.
Ginger leaned over and kissed Sherry lightly on the cheek.
'You're going to have to do better than that,' George said. 'I want to see a kiss, baby. I want to see you really kiss each other or I'm going to bring the dogs.'
Sherry knew they had no choice. She put her arms around Ginger and drew her close. She kissed Ginger's soft mouth. She had never kissed another girl on the mouth before. There was a different texture to Ginger's lips. Ginger was soft and hungry and it made Sherry feel strange all over.
'That's good,' George said. 'Now do it again. I want you two to make out with one another.'
Sherry wasn't stupid. She knew what George was after. He would enjoy standing there and watching them be humiliated. Sherry knew she would never be able to hold her head up after this, but she could see no way out.
'Come on, you two fucking bitches. You know what I want. Kiss each other. Make out!'
Ginger kissed back this time. Sherry was afraid of the sudden hunger in Ginger's lips. It made her start remembering things. Sherry had always thought Ginger looked at her strangely sometimes and Sherry had never liked changing clothes in front of her friend.
Now she could taste a funny kind of yearning in Ginger's mouth. Ginger was the first to open her mouth and start pushing her tongue against Sherry's tongue.
Sherry pushed Ginger away and gave her a shocked look. There was something wild in Ginger's eyes. Her friend was moving closer again. Ginger was wrapping her arms around Sherry and pulling her close.
'I think the little dark-haired bitch likes it,' George said.
Ginger kissed Sherry again and this time the kiss was long and lingering. Ginger's tongue was like a fiery dark snake sliding into Sherry's mouth. Sherry tried to pull her head away but she was held tightly.
Ginger was pressing her supple body closer to Sherry's. Sherry kept wanting to move away but she couldn't. Ginger's hard pointy tits were pressing against Sherry's larger ones.
'I think you're beautiful,' Ginger said. 'I've always thought you were beautiful. Besides, we have to do this.'
Sherry's breath was taken away. She had not expected this of her friend, no matter how many funny looks she had been given. She was being pushed back a little more and Ginger was crawling over her body. Ginger's hot hands started stroking Sherry.
'This is going to be a better show than I thought it would be,' George said. 'I'm getting a little hot and bothered already.'
The men drew around in a tighter circle so that they could see every detail plainly. Sherry thought that Ginger had forgotten about the men watching. Ginger was concentrating on doing something she'd always wanted to do.
'Ginger, please don't,' Sherry said.
'Would you rather have the dogs?' Ginger asked.
No, she wouldn't rather have the dogs. She tried to relax as Ginger started playing with her titties. Sherry
