You and Emma run to catch up with Nancy. The teen sleuth gets to the gate and throws it open. What you see makes you all gasp.
A girl in her early 20s, you would say, who you assume is Emma's sister, Mona, is bent over a bale of hay; gripping one of the slats of wood on the stall's wall. Someone is right over her, dressed all in black, squating over her and fucking the hell out of her.
The man doing the pounding is covered from head to toe in a black jumpsuit like motorcyclists wear, including a black helmet with a dark tinted shield covering his face.
Mona's jeans and thong are laying scattered in the straw and her tank top has been pushed up over her nice C cup tits, which are swinging nicely from the assault.
Mona looks over at us and lets out a whimper as she squeals and then slumps over the bale of hay completely, "Oh fuckkkk! Help! Please help me! Ohhhhh fuck, fuck, fuck!"
The motorcyclist sees that they're not alone anymore and suddenly stops and pulls out; the huge cock bobbing and glistening with Mona's juices.
You step forward to stop the intruder, but he slips right by you and darts past Emma and Nancy; pushing them aside. Nancy recovers her balance and takes out after him as the 'cyclist runs over the hill at the back of the stables; running toward a wooded area.
Mona letting out a quivering, "Ohhhh... thank you..."
You and Emma rush to her side; helping her up. Your eyes move over Mona's perfect body; loving the view in spite of what's just happened.
"Are you okay?" you dumbly ask her.
Emma pulls her sister into a hug; mashing her sister's big boobs into her little body as Mona says, "I'm better now. Thank you for showing up."
"Do you know who it was?" You ask as you watch Emma stroking her sister's back.
"No," Mona replies. "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 jeans and panties off and started fucking me with his huge cock. I tried to get away, but I just couldn't. I think he injected me with something."
"Well, we'll get to the bottom of this, Miss..." You trail off.
"Lott, Mona Lott. You already know my sister, Emma, right?" Mona replies.
"Yes, we met under... similar circumstances," You say; glancing over at Emma.
Emma has a slight smirk on her face as you say that and she explains, "Yes. Mr and Nancy must have seen me... talking to my friends and entertaining Mr Kamp."
You smirk.
About that time, Nancy comes walking back into the stall; breathing heavier.
"Did you catch him?" Mona asks.
"Well, I lost the intruder," Nancy says. "But I don't think 'he' was exactly a he."
Emma, Mona and you must have looked confused as Nancy continued, "As I was chasing him - er, the intruder, they tossed this into the bushes."
Nancy holds up a strap on with an enormous flesh-colored rubber cock attached.
"She had a motorcycle stashed in the woods and she got away on it," Nancy says as she walks over to Mona, drops to her knees and slips an arm around her too; trying to comfort her.
Mona sputters, "He - she was so strong. I couldn't get up while she was pounding me."
"Well Miss Lott, she dodged me pretty easily, maybe she was just really athletic... and limber," you suggest; remembering the way she moved when she was fucking Mona.
You look at Nancy as you relay what Mona had told you, "Oh, and Mona says her attacker injected her with something."
Emma bends down and grabs a syringe off the ground by the back of the stall. She comes over into better lighting and she reads the label out loud, "It says... 'Ketamine' on it. It's that -"
Mona draws in a breath and cuts her sister off, "A powerful horse tranquillizer. No wonder I couldn't stop her."
"We'll find out who it was and bring them to justice," Nancy says as she rubs her hand across Mona's back.
Mona eyes the huge strap on that's still in Nancy's other hand, "And so that was what was inside me, stretching me as she just took me and hammered my little pussy..."
Her voice seems slightly distant as if she's remembering the incident, but also a bit aroused too and you notice her nipples are rock hard.
Mona goes on, "I couldn't move. She just stuffed that big fake cock inside me and took what she wanted. Pounding and pounding and pounding my helpless pussy."
"Try not to think about it, Miss Lott," Nancy says in Mona's ear as she continues to stroke the victim's back.
"I just can't seem to get it out of my mind," Mona says.
The sight of the three young girls holding each other and rubbing Mona's pretty much naked body is making your pants tent as you look down at them. |