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CHAPTER THREE

Harriet Pembroke had been introduced to sex much more violently than her daughter. To begin with, Harriet's father had been carted away to an insane asylum before Harriet was ten. Everyone kept saying insanity ran in the family, and it drove her mother to have a nervous breakdown.

Harriet was not yet nineteen, her aunt Cecile decided it was time to have Harriet checked out.

Aunt Cecile was Harriet's legal guardian with her father in an asylum and her mother in a sanitarium. Cecile had a doctor for a friend, and this doctor ran a private clinic. He charged abominably high fees, but Cecile felt it was worth the money to make sure Harriet didn't have a streak of insanity running through her. So she signed some legal papers and one morning an ambulance pulled up to her home, and before Harriet realized it, she was strapped to a stretcher and being wheeled into the ambulance.

At that time, Harriet had a round, heart shaped, youthful face, with small, puckered lips and big brown eyes. She was well-developed for her age, with breasts already the size of oranges. In spite of the tragedy of her parents, Harriet managed to come out of the incident mentally unscathed.

There were two attendants in the back of the private ambulance, and the moment the vehicle pulled away from her house. Harriet realized one of the men was fondling her. His hands were caressing her breasts.

"Stop!" Harriet yelled.

"What was that, kid?" the second attendant asked. "Did I hear you open your mouth and tell us to stop?"

The second man was much shorter than the first. He had a two-day-old beard and a gruff voice. His long, dark, matted hair almost came down to his shoulders.

"When I tell the doctor what your friend here is trying to do, you'll both be fired," Harriet snapped. "He's touching me."

"Kid, you ain't tellin' nobody nothin'," the second attendant, whose name was Murray, snapped. "When you get to the clinic, you're gonna be unconscious. See?" And he waved a hypodermic under her nose.

"No!" Harriet shouted.

"Scream all you want, kid," Murray told her. "This ambulance is soundproofed. Ain't no one around here who can hear, anyway. And old Hyman here just does as he's told. Now you behave, and we won't shoot the stuff into you until we get to the clinic. Otherwise I'll have to inject you, now. And the worst part of that is that you'll be fast asleep while we fuck you."

"While you what?" Harriet asked.

"While we fuck you. You know, while we stick our cocks into you."

"What are you talking about?" the young girl asked, terrified.

"You'll see, kid, you'll see. But be smart, cooperate. I mean, we want you awake and feeling it all."

Harriet stared up into the faces of the two men hovering over her tightly bound body. The larger man, named Hyman, was staring as if completely hypnotized by the white expanse of Harriet's thigh showing clearly under her short skirt. Saliva was dripping from his mouth. Hyman was almost a hulk. He looked like a monster created by Dr. Frankenstein, with large hands, heavy jowls, and sweaty skin.

Murray, the shorter of the two men, the obvious leader, was undressing her with his eyes. Harriet could see that. What she couldn't understand was, what did the man want with her naked body? She could see the cruel look of anticipation on the man's face, his eyes glittering with vicious lust.

Harriet felt totally abandoned and was half wild with fear. Though she couldn't understand why, she did realize these men intended her some bodily harm. It made absolutely no sense. These men were supposed to be entrusted with her safety. If anything went wrong, even if they did use a drug to render her unconscious, when she became conscious she could still report them. But neither of them seemed overly worried.

"You just relax and enjoy everything, kiddo," Murray told her, rubbing his hands together.

Gathering her courage, Harriet swallowed, then said, "Just what is it I'm supposed to enjoy?"

"We're just gonna have a little fun," Murray chortled. "You're tense, nervous, overwrought. We're gonna calm you down."

"What are you talking about?" Harriet's voice was tight with terror.

Murray leaned over the strapped-down girl, letting his hands play over the smooth, round contours of her swollen breasts. Though totally helpless, Harriet did her best to squirm away. But the salacious smile on Hyman's face let her know they had her where they wanted her, and nothing she did or said would change their minds.

"Please," she sobbed, tears falling down her youthful, innocent cheeks. "Don't do that. Don't touch me that way. No one has ever touched me…"

Murray's face lit up with sadistic enjoyment.

"Hyman," he said, "we have ourselves a little virgin. Isn't that nice? We get to teach her all about fucking." To Harriet he said, "Relax, little girl. I'll be real gentle when it comes to popping your cherry. You just try not to move too much, and you'll end up enjoying the whole thing."

Murray began kneading her breasts with stronger pressure.

"Oh no, no," Harriet begged. "Please, please, you mustn't do this. I don't know what you have in mind, but I'm sure it's wrong."

She was piteously pleading with them, struggling, writhing, trying to free herself, but totally unable to do so. The canvas straps across her hips and shoulders were too tight. She groaned in protest as the larger man, Hyman, began forcing his meaty hand up between her clenched thighs. She struggled to keep her thighs together, but felt his hand sliding higher, reaching for the tender crater at the apex. In desperation, Harriet strained to clamp her thighs closer together, the grinning man forced his heavy hand deeper and deeper, pressing, stretching, forcing her tender loins farther apart. She heard him catching his breath in almost childish wonder as her strength deserted her and her thighs moved apart, revealing the pink nylon panties covering the hairless V of her pubic area. Though her breasts were developing nicely and her hips were starting to swell, the hair beneath her arms and on her crotch had yet to appear. In later years, Harriet would realize how sexy a bare pubis looked, and she would have electrolytically removed the pubic bush, keeping it as bare as it was when she was a young girl.

"Hey," Hyman gasped to the other man, excitedly watching Murray's hands pull on Harriet's breasts. "Look down here. She has a real pretty cunt under those panties. Lemmee take the panties off, huh? Is it okay?"

Murray either didn't hear Hyman, or he was too engrossed in rubbing and feeling Harriet's breasts to reply. So Hyman accepted the other man's silence as approval, and delayed no longer. Even as he continued staring at the way Murray's hands fondled Harriet's large breasts, his own meaty ham like hands slid down to her hips. Fires of lasciviousness burned in his eyes as the bulky man squeezed and crushed the full, rounded cheeks of her ovoid buttocks. Suddenly, with a strong impatience, he moved both hands to the top of her panties, gripping the elastic waistband. His fingers hooked themselves in the stretched elastic, and slowly began rolling it down the girl's trembling hips. Little by little he was peeling the wispy undergarment from her shuddering body. His hands shook with anxiety.

Harriet trembled and began jerking, not understanding what it was all about. Why were they so anxious to do this to her? What kind of pleasure could be gained from fondling her naked thighs? Whatever it was, it was terrifying, and she became wild with fear. The horrible truth was, they fully intended doing whatever they had started out to do. There was no way to avoid the fact that they intended abusing her. Her buttocks quivered convulsively as she trembled at the unknown fate in store for her. Though she still had no idea what it was they really wanted, she knew it would be something to make her unhappy in spite of what Murray had said about her enjoying it.

If only her father's mind hadn't snapped. If only her mother had retained enough strength to carry on. If only she hadn't been sent to Aunt Cecile's. If only she'd had the courage to run away from her aunt's home.

A hundred "ifs" rambled through her tortured mind, until Harriet was suddenly forced back to reality by the cool touch of Murray's fingertips against the heated flesh of her young breasts. He had managed to work under and around the straps, unbuttoning her blouse and pulling it open. Now he was slowly insinuating his fingers under the taut material of her bra.

Staring into his face, Harriet thought the man's eyes were boring into her body as his hands continued massaging her breasts.

Glancing down, the girl saw something swelling in the crotch of his pants, throbbing, twitching, making the tenting pants move. And then there was a small, wet circle of oily fluid seeping through the crotch of his white trousers. Looking up, Harriet saw Murray's nostrils flaring with continuous desire as his fingers coursed over the smooth, silky softness of her bare flesh. Murray's breath came pantingly harder and faster, and the stubble-faced man suddenly gave a snort of impatience. He crammed one hand into each cup of her simple bra, took a deep breath, and roughly pulled them apart.

Harriet shuddered as Murray pulled the two halves of the no-longer-usable piece of material away from her young breasts. He cut them away so they would no longer impede his hands.

Harriet's full, young orange-sized breasts, round and resilient, stood high and proud, the nipples expanding into a long, thick hardness from the abrupt exposure. The stubble-faced man growled hungrily as his hands began caressing her naked ass cheeks. His fingers compressed tightly around the shuddering, upstanding nipples, squeezing them, pulling on them, making them even harder and springier, causing the frightened young girl to shudder even more. His thumb rolled over the nipple repeatedly, teasing it, making it turn from tan to a reddish-brown.

Harriet squirmed and writhed, still strapped to the stretcher, doing her utmost to escape the mauling fingers. She felt his fingers compressing all the more tightly around her nipple, and she gasped, thinking this to be the most humiliating moment of her life.

Both Harriet and Murray had forgotten about Hyman who had been fascinatedly sitting near the foot of the stretcher, silently gazing at the pink, pouting lips of Harriet's cunt. It looked so smooth, so helpless, so defenseless, and the sight of it made Hyman dribble. A thin line of sputum drooled from the corner of his mouth as he leaned forward, his dull eyes staring with almost evil anxiety. And then, as if the waiting was over, Hyman's huge paw leaped forward and tightly clamped down against her pelvis, totally covering her juicy split.

Harriet screamed again, once more futilely struggling, but unable to get away. She squirmed with all her strength, doing her best to evade the thick, wormlike fingers trying to invade her young body.

She didn't understand just what it was they were trying to do, but she could feel Hyman's thrusting and probing at her naked, defenseless vagina. She wanted to close her thighs, but it was to no avail. The licentiously wanton, bulky man gripped one of her tender knees and pushed it out to the edge of the stretcher as his other hand continued probing wildly against her sensitive labia.

Harriet stared at the man, wondering how such a maniac was loose while her poor, dear father was locked up. She could see the smile on his face when his probing finger finally seemed to find that for which it had been searching. She could feel the thick finger, as thick as a Devil dog, suddenly lunge forward, pushing the tender, unused walls of her vaginal cavern apart. Slowly, forcefully, painfully, the middle finger began easing its way into the young girl's dry cuntal slit.

"Ayyyyyyaaaaaagggggghhhhhh!" she screamed loudly as the thick, almost bludgeoning finger shoved through her tenderness like a red-hot piece of tubular metal. Not only was the finger thick, stretching her vaginal walls painfully apart, but it was long, and it sundered her hymen with absolutely no effort, the nail literally tearing the small membrane to shreds.

He worked his finger even deeper, heedless of the blood pouring out mixed with the light film of oil he was stirring up inside her as his finger continued roiling about. Hyman continued grinding the manual digit around and around with absolutely no feeling of mercy as he fingered her painfully expanded channel. The helpless girl groaned and screamed, unable to kick or fight back, but she bounced her buttocks up and down as if her narrow cuntal passageway was on fire because of the man's crazed attack. The agony of her virginity being torn out of her was terrible. She had no idea what it was the man had done to her, but Harriet did know he had cut her, inside. She could feel the staining blood seep out as it mixed with an ever-increasing amount of lubrication. The girl's body went limp as the acute pain overpowered her. She lay back, her eyes half-closed. And that was when she realized Murray was aware of something being wrong. He turned to Hyman and shoved.

The thick, worming finger was suddenly snapped out from between the pulsing, fleshy layers of her tortured vagina as the shorter attendant pushed the other one to the rear of the ambulance, forcing him to sit on the built-in bench at the far end.

"Hyman," Murray angrily snapped. "I told you to watch out. Look, now. She's bleeding. You used your fucking finger to pop the girl's cherry, you dumb jerk. I think you've had enough nookie for this trip. You just sit there."

"Aw hell!" Hyman snapped. "All I did was finger her cunt a little. Shit, man! It ain't as if she belongs to you and only you. We're supposed to share her."

"You touch her one more time and I'll tell the doctors at the clinic you were the one to harm the girl. You have some of her blood on your pants. That'll be enough evidence. They'll start giving you electro-shock therapy."

Hyman looked down and saw Murray was right. His pants were stained, and Murray was just mean enough to squeal on him, too. This was one cunt he would have to sit out. But the next time he would get firsts.

When the ambulance stopped for a red light, Hyman got out and decided to ride up from with the driver. That left Harriet alone with Murray. The poor girl was sobbing silently, still feeling the pain caused by Hyman's finger.

Once the ambulance started up again, Harriet saw Murray turn his attention back to her upstanding young breasts. Because of the way the canvas strap pressed down on her ribcage, under her boobs, the tits seemed to stand even higher than they otherwise might have. She saw the man's upper lips curl with sadistic lust as he raptly gazed at the wanton feast spread before him.

Turning to the side, Murray rummaged in a small leather bag, came out with some cotton batting and astringent. He used them to wash the blood from between her thighs, pausing to dab a little of the astringent between her cuntlips to clean her out inside, as well. It was a painlessly astringent, but it did seem to stimulate her mucous membranes, and Harriet felt somewhat funny inside. She knew better than to bother struggling. It was a waste of time and energy. And she had a feeling she would need her remaining energy for whatever lay ahead.

"Now," Murray hoarsely rasped, putting the astringent and the cotton away. Harriet saw his cruel eyes wandering up and down her body, staring at her exposed breasts, then looking at her pink cunt – which was feeling hotter and hotter. "I'm gonna show you something like you ain't never probably seen in your whole life. And I'm gonna use it to make sure we both have a lotta fun. We still have a half hour ahead of us before we get to the clinic, and I think we should enjoy the time as much as possible, don't you agree?"

In her despair, the young girl neither moved nor answered, but turned her eyes away, not wanting to look at his face. But she froze when she heard the zzzzzz of a zipper being pulled down.

Harriet almost screamed when Murray's fingers wound themselves in her hair, her soft brown hair, and pulled her face around toward him. Her eyes popped wide open as she stared, aghast, her mouth falling down in horror at what she saw. It was a long, thick white rod protruding from the man's open fly. She guessed it was a part of his body, but couldn't know for sure. She had never seen anything like it. And the rock-solid penis seemed to be hovering only inches from her face.

Lord, but it looked thicker than a Polish sausage, huge, and webbed all along the underside with heavy, pulsating, throbbing veins. The massive wand was a solid, rigid sign of Murray's lustful senses, and it was obvious he was becoming more aroused with each passing second. Drops of lubricant were pouring out onto the reddened dome of the rubbery glans, then stickily dripping down, a grim indication of the man's lustful state, aroused by the sight of her naked flesh.

Harriet's eyes wandered up and down the length of the man's torso, a pitiful plea for mercy filling her eyes. But one good look at Murray's face let the shuddering young girl know there was no pity in the man. He met her frightened glances with a cold, lustful stare.

"This is my cock," he told her. "Ever see anything like it before in your life?"

"N-N-No!" Harriet choked.

"Looks nice, doesn't it," Murray said, feeling proud of the length and thickness of his meat. In reality, it was not much longer and thicker than the "average" six inches sported by most men. But compared to the miniscule cock he had seen Hyman use on some of the patients they had brought to the clinic, Murray's penis was a monolith.

Harriet looked at the twitching cock, and sobbed. She knew he intended using it on her.

Murray chuckled, and then Harriet felt his hand sliding up along the inside of her soft, inner thighs. Her rumpled skirt was being pushed higher and higher, until he had jammed it back up around her waistline. A groan escaped her lips as she realized Murray was now looking at the same place Hyman's fingers had attacked.

"Oh no!" she gasped. "Oh please, no!"

Her body tried jerking back and away as Murray's middle finger stabbed between her thighs into the soft, sensitive folds of her tight vagina. The finger pressed between her inner lips, searching up and down for her tight, hot hole. He felt the slippery solution from within coat the digit. Harriet trembled as the wandering finger moved higher and pressed against her young clitoris. She felt her burning bud being massaged relentlessly, and she instinctively recoiled, clenching her asscheeks together while trying to clasp her thighs against one another. She succeeded in clamping her loins against each other, trapping his hand between them.

"Look, girlie," Murray said to her. "You make it hard for me, and I'll make it harder for you. Just relax, and maybe you'll even come to learn to enjoy this. I mean, whatever's gonna happen is gonna happen… You have no choice. The choice you do have is whether or not it'll be pleasant or unpleasant."

"Oh no, no!" Harriet moaned. "I can't, I just can't. It isn't fair. I don't know anything about this. Why do you want to hurt me?"

Murray snorted in derision, saying, "I don't wanna hurt you, kid. I want all of us to have fun. Look, I sent Hymie away, right. I don't want you to think I wanna cause you pain. But there's gotta be a first time for everything. I mean, it ain't as if this is gonna be the only time in your life you're gonna get laid. It'll happen a lot. You'll see. So be a good kid, open up, let me start doing it, and you'll see, you'll probably like it. Most broads do."

Murray gave a brutal push with his shoulders, and Harriet felt all the desperate strength she had gathered inside her suddenly give way as terror flooded her body. She trembled and gasped as she felt Murray's middle finger slip into her tight passageway. Her interior was now very moist, and though Murray's finger was almost as thick as Hyman's, it moved into her more easily. She shuddered as she felt it slide in. There was more pain, but this time it wasn't as concentrated.

Harriet bit her lower lip to keep herself from screaming as his finger rummaged as far into her tight nookie as possible. The pain was constant. Every muscle in her bound body seemed to reach the breaking point, and the girl could no longer find the strength to struggle. The fondling of her secret parts continued, and she trembled and shuddered, but didn't fight. It didn't seem to matter any longer. And this lewd, obscene man seemed to enjoy making her gasp and scream, stripping her of what little dignity a girl her age possessed.

Shuddering, trembling, gasping, Harriet lay back, feeling a second finger probe into her soft pussy. Her inner walls were slowly being stretched, enlarged, widened. There was very little pain attached to the movement of his fingers, and though her inner lips and walls could still feel the heated effect of the astringent, she couldn't understand what Murray was trying to do.

"Come on, kid," he was gasping, rummaging his fingers in and out, in and out, "don't you feel anything good? Come on! Come on! You gotta feel something."

"Please," she whimpered. "Oh please, stop already."

And then Harriet gasped as the two fingers which had been pushing in and out of her cunt suddenly slipped wetly out of her. She could hear the moist, sucking sound and realized she was soaking wet between her thighs. She stared forlornly, watching him push her thighs even farther apart until her legs hung down licentiously over the sides of the stretcher. Then he climbed onto the stretcher between her thighs. One hand was gripping his hard penis, and the other hand gripped the edge of the stretcher, keeping him balanced as he moved forward. She could see he was deliberately guiding the head of his hard cock between her widespread thighs, aiming it at their juncture.

For the first time, she realized he intended penetrating her young quim with that massive meatpole as he had done with his fingers. She could feel it moving between the full, fleshy lips of her taut cunt, realizing it was much thicker than his two fingers combined.

Harriet tossed her head wildly, closing her eyes with a shudder of horror as she felt the first, scraping contact against the ultra-sensitive, scalloped edges of her inner lips. Her breath stuck in her throat for what seemed like eternity. The pressure felt soft at first, but as her tender interior resisted, he shoved harder.

"Unnnhhh! N-o-o-o-o-o!" she screamed in pain.

Murray rammed forward again, ignoring the girl's fervent begging, flexing and tightening his buttocks until the tip of his throbbing cock slipped through the tight vulva ring, stretching the narrow, resilient, rubbery passage. Harriet felt as if her thighs were splitting apart inwardly as the unbearable pressure increased.

"Yaaaaaagggggghhhhhh!" she wailed.

The girl flailed her torso wildly around Murray's slender body as he pressed with all his strength to hold her down. The painful shocks of the sudden thrusting caused new strength to blast through the girl's tired muscles, and she writhed and struggled all the harder, trying to break the canvas straps that held her in the hope of easing the cruel pressure on her plundered pussy.

Opening her eyes, Harriet saw that Murray had an evil, twisted sadistic smile on his face, his white teeth flashing wickedly in the dim light of the vehicle. She realized he was enjoying the sight of her suffering under the cruel penetration of her helplessly naked cunt.

When the ambulance stopped for another light, a panel from the front opened, and a man stuck his face through, saying, "Hey, Murray, how goes it?"

Murray stopped the torturing pressure of his thrusting cock long enough to look up and shout out, "Too bad it wasn't your turn, Sam. This is one luscious little piece of ass. She has the tightest, sweetest little cunt you could ever hope to feel around a cock. Man! She is the greatest."

"Yeah, too bad," the one called Sam agreed.

"And she loves it, too. Don't you?" Murray asked, adding another inch of cock into her hurting, agonized passageway.

Harriet's only reply was a long, loud scream of agony. This only made the man called Sam laugh.

When the ambulance began moving again, Harriet saw a wicked grin contort Murray's face. It was a look of total wanton licentiousness. It was as if he could no longer stand kneeling between her thighs with only his cock-head and two inches of pole buried in her teeming interior. Seeing how utterly helpless and subjugated she was, he shivered with lust, wanting to submerge the entire length of his thrusting cock into her burning body.

He leaned forward, both hands on the sides of the stretcher, and his thick, rock-hard cock lanced into the helplessly struggling girl with no mercy whatsoever. The penis shoved harder, little by little urging its way deeper, moving with slow, agonizing fury into her helpless depths. The head of his thrusting cock seemed to push the moist folds of her vagina before it in velvety waves. The cock inched its way deeper and deeper, and then his hairy pelvis was smacking against her soft, bare venereal mount as his thighs slapped against her upraised buttocks and his balls rebounded from her perineum.

Harriet continued moaning, thinking herself in the most agonizing pain. Humiliation more than pain bothered her at this moment. Her hot, tense pussy felt as if Murray's driving pole had torn the interior to shreds. The thick, solid cock was sunk to the balls in her trembling white belly, and she could feel the vellicating hardness of his glans as it puffed out and tried reaching for her cervix. It didn't quite make it. Even so, Harriet's tortured mind believed a white-hot pole had been rammed into the deepest part of her tight cunt, and she was certain there was not on millimeter of its flesh that she couldn't feel. It continued delving into her, pressing outwardly against the ultra-sensitive walls of her vagina.

Murray lay on top of her, unmoving for the moment, his unshaven face directly above hers. Harriet remained just as unmoving, afraid to move for fear the pain would intensify again. Then she felt his hands grip the sleek curves of her soft buttocks, one in each hand, and he squeezed. His body began pumping back and forth, slowly at first, then with more and more speed. And little by little he began expanding the tight, wet passageway of her tormented nookie. Her tears of humiliation and shame continued to flow. There was no stopping him, and the funny part of it all was, she had no actual idea what he was doing to her, or why, other than causing her misery.

Harriet saw the heavy beads of perspiration breaking out on the man's forehead as he seemed to cram his thrusting cock harder and harder into her helpless body until their bodies solidly came together. The roughness of his white pants seemed to scratch her tender flesh.

To Harriet there was a total dull ache filling her body, save for the pit of her troubles, where Murray's intruding cock was plunging deeper and deeper. She felt the pain vaguely beginning to blend with a new, different, pleasurable sensation which seemed to become more powerful with each forward thrust of the man's penis. Her quiet sobs and sighs seemed to mingle sorrowfully with the man's moans and gasps of passion while her upstanding, quivering breasts jiggled in the air directly under the white jacket Murray was wearing. They danced wildly about with each pummeling thrust he slammed into the tender, girlish body.

As Murray rammed into Harriet, his hands continued squeezing her soft, round, white buttocks. She could feel his fingers playing in the crevice between her asscheeks, excitedly teasing her crinkled asshole while he continued to wildly thrust into her. His body had become a totally inhuman mass of pounding lust, working madly against the squirming, writhing female flesh beneath him. Harriet could feel his heated penis growing and swelling all the larger in her anguished body as he continued to sadistically grind into her with savage delight.

Harriet's moans became a long, siren like wail in the closed confines of the rear of the ambulance. He was continuing to pound his meat far into her, building more of the pleasant sensation while letting the pain fade. But his cock thrusts were so powerful, Harriet wondered if they weren't meant to cut her in half.

Tears continued cascading down Harriet's cheeks, moving down her temples into her soft brown hair. Her buttocks clenched together in a futile gesture, resisting his fingers. This made him thrust all the more deeply into her tormented pussy, and now the pain was just a vague memory while the other sensation, the pleasant one continued building higher.

"You like it," Murray gasped, staring down into her face. "I can see it. You like it, you really like it."

"Please…" Harriet continued, "what are you doing to me?"

"I'm fucking you, kiddo. I'm… ramming my cock into your, ahhhhhh… and sooner or later, ohhhhhh… lucky, you'll come."

"Unh… unh… unh…" she gasped with each forward thrust.

"You'll… annnhhh… know what I mean… ooooooh shit! I can feel my own load rising. Get ready… ohhhhhh… 'cause I'm gonna fill you with my cream. I'm gonna shoot the jism into you until you feel it in your throat."

The towering sensation was starting to build higher and higher in Harriet's body. No longer able to keep herself under control, she began bucking up and down in time to the way the hard penis was thrusting into her. It sank deeper and deeper, and the girl realized she was enjoying the sensations.

It no longer mattered to Harriet that the man fucking her was a stranger who had no business touching her in the first place. All the pain was gone, and in its place was the thrilling feel of lust. She didn't know what it was at the time, but she did know the movement of Murray's penis was what was causing it. And where she had wanted his cock to pull out of her, earlier, she now wanted it to continue plunging into her, bringing her the total fulfillment her body seemed to be promising her.

Her ass bounced up off the stretcher again and again and again, pulling and tugging on his hard cock, sucking it between the sticky walls of her sodden pussy. She was milking the hard rod, tugging on it, draining it of every last vestige of power. It hardened even more for a moment, and the last little bit of swelling was all she needed to send her over the edge.

"Aaaaaaiiiiiieeeeeeyyyyyyaaaaaaagggggghhhhhh!" she screamed, bucking and humping and hurling her body even higher, fighting the restraining straps to reach her own satisfaction. And then she heard Murray bellow, "Haaarrrggghhhaaaggghhh!" and the hot load of white sauce began pouring into her squeezing cunny. Any remnants of aches and pains suddenly seemed to fade out as the hot semen washed away all the hurt, leaving her with nothing but thrilling enjoyment.

When Murray would have pulled out, Harriet begged him to stay just a little longer and allow her to enjoy the pressure of his cock inside her. But as the moments passed, she felt it shrink, and then it fell out of its own volition.

Her tormentor lifted his tired body from between her trembling thighs. He sat back on the rear bench, tucking his flaccid worm back into his fly and zipping up. She noticed he used a tissue to wipe away any excess sperm on his pants, though it was difficult to spot the stuff, since it was as white as his trousers.

Harriet lay back, wondering what kind of clinic this was, where the ambulance aides could do a thing like this to a girl. Still, now that it was over, it was far from unpleasant. She could feel cool air rushing into her with a ticklish swirl, soothing the heated flow inside her as it came dripping out.

"You know," she said to Murray, "if you had been more gentle about it, and explained why you wanted to do this to me, and just how good it would all feel, we might have enjoyed it much more."

"You twats are all alike," Murray laughed. "Before, you scream your lungs out. After, you want more. Look honey, we're coming to the clinic, so I'll have to slip your panties back on and button up your blouse. Then I'll have to put you to sleep."

No one at the clinic had believed her when she'd told them what the attendants had done to her… until the fourth month of her pregnancy. By then, it was too late. And when she was released, after having Renee, Harriet decided fucking was her way of life.