Mona Is Fraked...

The teen slut tried to throw open the gate, as she got to it, but failed; And, as Emma and you finally got to her. Just in time to join her gasp in astonishment at what all three of you saw. The smell of sex thick in the air as the sound of skin slapping filled the room.

You assumed Emma's sister, Mona, was the late teenage bent over the bale of hay, as she held the wooden slates of the stall's wall. Mona was getting her brains fucked out, as someone held her supple, and feminine, hips. The wet sounds of a massive cock, attached to handsomely buff hips, echoed throughout the barn with Mona's whimpers of unwanted pleasure.

The man doing the pounding was covered in worn black motorcycle leather except for his hairy white ass as it quivered and slammed himself into the gorgeous fiery brunette. The man even covered his head with a polished black motorcycle helmet. The sound of Mona whimpering clearly excited him as he began to slam into her harder like a muscle bound freak of nature.

Laying scattered in the straw was Mona's silk white cashmere blouse, short silk black form fitting skirt, and torn, wet thong. The **** had her perfectly beautiful C cup tit flesh swung deliciously; As, her bra had been pushed up over them, so the thug could use the milk bags as hand holds. Clearly she enjoyed the rough treatment he was giving her as he mauled and kneaded her breasts.

With a new whimper from the unwanted orgasm flashing through Mona's teenaged supple, ripe, and fertile body, she let out a squeal and slumped over the hay bale. "oh... oh... uh... Please... stop him!!! I am not protected!... Ohhhh fuck... shit... mother... fucker..." As the Motorcyclist ass slammed into her as he held himself tightly against elegant little bombshell. She was clearly getting filled with baby batter. "Nooooooooooo!!!" Realizing they were performing for an audience, he threw down a flash bang grenade at the stall door. The flash blinded them as the motorcyclist hoped up, and through, the open stall window; after, having seen that they were not alone anymore.

Emma was the first to recover and finished unlocking the stall to rush to her sister's side as you follow; But Nancy takes out after the man, after she recovers her wits. Your attention graced Mona as she still quivered from the unwanted orgasms.... "You bastard." she said deliriously, and yet filled with hate...

The gentle swell of Mona's hips, and soft glistening supple womanly flesh has to be the hottest thing you have ever seen. Despite what has just happened, you feel yourself harden as you take in the rest of her perfectly beautiful body. With a zombified look, you ask her. "Are you okay?" The stench of sex was clearly exciting them all whether they wanted it or not.

"I am better now... And, thank you... for showing up..." Mona responded slowly as she recovered. Emma mashes her sisters's tit flesh into Emma's own lithe body in a fierce protective hug. Your eyes are fixated on Emma's soft hands as she relaxed her **** grip on her sister and began reassuringly stroking her sister's back. "I was just... I was getting the chores done... before church..." Mona cried into her sister's shoulder.

..."I was cleaning out the stalls and he must've slipped in while I had my back turned. He got the jump on me and ripped my skirt and panties off before I knew what was happening. I tried to get away but I just couldn't do anything with his massive cock ripping through me... And, I think he might have injected me with something."

"Miss... I will get to the bottom of-" Mona interjects, "Lott, Mona Lott. I see that you are with my sister, right?" Mona asks with a twinge of fear of the unknown.

"Yes, we met under... similar circumstances, I am Mr. Doe" You say; glancing over at Emma.

With a slight smirk on Emma's face, you explain who you are and she explains, "Yes. Mr. Doe, and Nancy, must have seen me... talking to my friends and entertaining Mr Kamp." You reply with a smirk at Emma. Mona continued still a little dazed "He... while he was pounding into me... **** me... he was just too strong... I couldn't move... I couldn't move my legs." The sounds of her sobs dieing to a soft mummer as she stared at you. Which made you a little uncomfortable.

A syringe was lying on the ground in the back of the stall before Emma picked it up. She brought it over for better lighting to read "Ke-ta-mine-" Mona gasped as she cut her sister off. "A powerful horse tranquilizer... No wonder... I couldn't stop it." A dazed look came over Mona as she recalled being **** against her will.

"Well we.." Your voice trailed off as you noticed Mona eyeing your own massive cock. "And, so that was inside of me... stretching me... filling me... as you claimed me and hammered my poor pussy." The smell of sex in the air already engorged your massive cock with blood. Yet, the sight of the very attractive elegant little bombshell direct attention caused it to strain against the confines of your pants.

The incident seemed to be replaying in Mona's mind; However, your reptile hardened your cock as granite; As, it grew and peaked out your button up Levis. Mona's voice was distant but she was obviously becoming aroused as you noticed her nipples were hard like diamonds. She continued on as her sister seemed to be oblivious and continued stroking her back. "I couldn't move as you stuffed that big fat cock inside of me, and took what she wanted. Pounding... and pounding... and pounding... and pounding my helpless puss cat." Her voice now thick and husky with lust sent shivers down your spine. Her mind was obviously fraked but your reptile said 'yet any baby would be yours instead...'

Emma finally seemed to join the scene as she said, "Try not to think about it, Mo. This is someone completely different." Though, Emma clearly was not clueing into Mona's new objective. Emma whispered into Mona's hear but continued to stroke the victim's back... After what seemed like forever "I just can't seem to get it out of my mind..." inadvertently stimulating her sister more.

You are about to leave the scene since you seemed to be making things difficult when Mona suddenly launches at you, clearly free from the effects of the tranquilizer, and tackles you. After ripping your shirt off your chest she stuffs her tongue down your throat, and grinds her tit flesh into your chest; And, her hands already have your jeans off your hips. The sound of Emma's, and Nancy's, gasp lost in the feral growl emanating from Mona's throat.