Sabina Graves - Animal girl

The ragged beast began to hump madly, blinded now to the sight of the tightly-huddled men, answering only his immediate painful needs in this handiest of ways. His long dark cock skewered into her like a pole being driven into her very insides, and she moaned and writhed piteously as almost a full foot of enormously thick, frenetically-pumping animal cock was rammed repeatedly up into her belly.

With the animal's drug-heightened state, it didn't take long… and within a few minutes, there was a maddened, wheezing braying that echoed around inside the van as the mangy beast discharged a last flood tide of thick, viscous sperm that mixed lewdly with the rest already filling her to overflowing, sloshing out of her pink ragged slit and oozing onto the mattress where it added but another, if slightly larger, stain to the dozens already there. It mattered not to Sarah… embarrassment was something beyond her ability to feel now. This most degrading of acts only helped to answer her burning needs and she smiled weakly as the huge, still-throbbing organ withdrew lewdly with a long wet sucking noise from the tightly-clasping confines of her pink moist vagina. She left her legs where they were, pressed back against her chest so tightly that she was nearly doubled in half. It never really occurred to her to bring them down… after all, there might be one man left, one man left to satisfy. And that single hope was justification enough for the added discomfort.

Over a week had passed since that fateful night in Line Creek, the night Sarah Olsen weathered the turning point in her young life that was irreversible. There would be – could be – no going back now; she was committed. But where there should have been shame and revulsion, suicidal despair and degradation, there was only a wild-fire of excitement and happiness with the newly-found source of good money – more than she'd ever hoped to make in her life – and the promise of wicked, forbidden pleasures equally beyond her wildest dreams.

She'd thought once or twice of writing Jamie, maybe of sending him a snapshot of her with Lobo or with three or four of the paying customers, but she'd shelved the idea for now. Not because it was too mean and spiteful, not because it was a cruel and inhuman thing to even dream up… but for another reason entirely, and one that made a lot more sense to the new Sarah, one that would have horrified the old Sarah she left behind in Blackjack to death…

The snapshot would have to wait until tonight when the time would be right. Tonight was to be her first night for Hawkins new treat for her. She could feel her thighs tingle at the very thought. For she was going to be the first with Jomo, with the show's three hundred pound male gorilla. Ahead of Gloria, ahead of everyone… that wild jungle beast was going to be hers, all hers!