It had been more than twelve hours since Yvonne had been captured. She and her friends were exploring a mysterious island when they were set upon by half-a-dozen uniformed men. After a brief skirmish the explorers were captured, blindfolded and taken into a strange hidden fortress. Separated from her companions the twenty-two year old girl was manhandled down a long winding stairway before being thrown into a small, cold cell. The beautiful young blonde girl huddled in one corner of her dungeon chamber

Suddenly the steel door of Yvonne's cell hissed up and there stood a man. Yvonne blinked her eyes. He was clearly short, not more than four and a half feet tall. The pale glow of the candle which he held in one enormous hand illuminated his cruel depraved features. The dwarf wore a full shirt which hid some monstrous deformity of his body. An iron key ring hung from the wide purple sash which held up his ragged trousers.

"Who are you?" Yvonne asked, clenching both fists. She glanced quickly at the open door, wondering what to do. Make a run for it? Hit him? "I am Ralphus, keeper of the keys," came the sonorous reply. The dwarf was watching her face closely, but Yvonne could not read the expression in the deep set eyes.

"Then let me out of here," Yvonne demanded. Ralphus shook his shaggy head. "What's yer hurry, lass?" He stepped inside. Quickly he set the candle he held on the floor near Yvonne's white sneakers. Yvonne lunged for the open door but Ralphus jumped clown-like for the doorway and blocked her path. He reached inside his shirt and took out a huge pistol. The long barrel gleamed dully in the candle glow as he cocked the hammer back with his thumb.

A rat scurried past the door. Ralphus swung the heavy pistol smoothly around. KA-BOOM! There was an explosion and a blinding flash. The smoke cleared. The rat was nowhere to be seen. Only a few grayish puffs of fur remained, floating in the air like chicken feathers. "That's a warning," Ralphus said pleasantly. "You get just one. Another mistake and you die. Now, then, lassie – let's you and me get acquainted."

The dwarf chambered another round and stuck the smoking gun back in his sash. He came at her. She tugged at the bottom of her sweater and crossed her arms in front to shield her body from his lascivious gaze. "Come on now, lass." Ralphus' voice was firmly persuasive. Yvonne backed away, shivering not from fear, but in disgust. The dwarf's bright red lips were like writhing bloodworms. The ratty beard that surrounded them was stiff with filth.

"Wait!" Yvonne held up her hand. "All right, let's talk." She glanced quickly down at the crotch of Ralphus' baggy trousers. A well placed kick might stop him long enough for her to grab for the gun. Ralphus shook his head impatiently. "We'll talk later, lass. I've waited far too long already. Twenty years, lass. Twenty years in the catacombs." Yvonne cocked an eyebrow at him. "What do you mean?" Maybe she could humor him, she thought. "I was a fisherman," Ralphus answered simply. "One day in a storm I ventured too near the island. They got me. I've been here ever since."

"But you have the keys," Yvonne prompted. "Only to the cells, lass. Not to the door that leads out of here." He chuckled, "Only the Master has that key."

Yvonne relaxed. "Then you're a prisoner too. All right, we'll escape together. Look-there's two other women locked up down here somewhere. One girl is named Roxanne. And another girl is Sandra-she has money. You let them out, understand? We'll pay you one-hundred-thousand dollars and guarantee passage to the mainland."

Ralphus' lopsided face creased in amusement. He shook his head. "Escape? Nobody escapes. Nobody leaves Gimp Island, lassie. Not alive anyway." Yvonne shuddered. The dwarf was coming closer to her. She could feel his hot breath on her sweatered breasts. Almost before she realized it, he had seized her hand. "No!"

Yvonne tried to jerk out of his grasp, but the hand that held her wrist was a steel clamp. The malicious creature was making odd guttural noises deep in his throat, like a hound scenting the trail. Yvonne kicked out with all her might, aiming for his crotch. Ralphus dodged. He was fast and nimble. She kicked again. The dwarf scuttled sideways like a crab. He was behind her now, still clinging tenaciously to her wrist. A sharp pain in her right shoulder sent Yvonne to her knees. He had her arm doubled behind her back. Yvonne stopped struggling. She could feel the dwarf's hot breath on her neck.

"Give us a kiss, lass!" Moist lips were nibbling at her ear. A shock of alarm jolted Yvonne. What was he doing with her hand? He was pressing it- my God, he was pressing it against his fly. And holding it there. Yvonne shuddered with revulsion. She could feel the dwarf's thick tool beginning to stir and swell beneath the worn fabric of his trousers. "Listen to me, lass," Ralphus hissed, "You do my bidding or it will be the worse for you!" Maintaining his grip on her doubled wrist he began to drag the blonde girl toward the back of the cell, like a crustacean that captures some particularly delectable morsel, then retreats to a dark cave to feed upon it.

Through a red haze of pain, Yvonne stared back at the open door. She bit her lip to keep from crying out in distress. Then, she felt Ralphus release her hand. Crab-like, he came around in front of her. Yvonne saw Ralphus draw his huge pistol and cock the hammer back with his big blunt thumb. His other hand went to his waist and tugged at the purple sash. Instinctively, Yvonne shut her eyes as the dwarf's trousers fell to the floor like an empty gunnysack.

She gagged. The foul air that had been trapped inside the filthy clothing stung her nostrils. It reeked with Ralphus' acrid genital odors. "Ugh!" Yvonne choked and spat. She opened her eyes. She caught her breath. Ralphus' penis was an enormous fleshy branch that hung straight down to his knee where it disappeared into a holster of soft grayish leather. The holster rode the dwarf's muscular calf. A second strap, of the same gray leather, bound the barrel of the huge cock to Ralphus' leg at mid thigh.

"It's a beauty, ain't it lass," Ralphus announced proudly. He unbuckled the strap and tossed it away. "Or was you admirin' my holster? Made it myself, outta ratskins. Keeps the fella here from front slapping against me leg. Y'see lass, when your legs is as short as mine is, and you got a pecker on ye like this ‘un-." Ralphus grasped his huge cock at the base and jerked it out of the snug ratskin holster. The head of it, the size of a beef kidney, swung to and fro.

Yvonne felt the dwarf press the still warm barrel of the pistol against her throbbing temple. He was waving his rapidly expanding cock in front of her face. "You needn't be shy with me, lass," she heard him whisper urgently. "Go ahead-take hold of it!" His iron hand seized hers and pressed it against the horrid length of warm quivering muscle. "Now give it a few strokes, lassie," Ralphus ordered fiercely. Cautiously, he released Yvonne's hand and caressed the gun with his fingers to make certain she understood. He inched a step closer in order to place all surfaces of his oversized genitals within easy reach of the kneeling girl's soft fingertips.

When the girl remained frozen the dwarf pulled his knife from his shirt pocket. He gazed down at the cascade of clean blonde hair and the enticing smell of the swollen breasts beneath her clinging white sweater. He brought the knife tip up until he had a clear shot a those curvy globes.

He jabbed at the breasts with the sharp knife point, not hard at first, just a few small puncture wounds, and watched in ecstasy when blood filled the vacated incisions and Yvonne's green eyes clouded with pain. Again the knife tip stabbed into breast flesh. This time the thrust was from below poking into the soft underside of her tender mound. The blade remained imbedded in the breast meat longer this time as Ralphus felt the girl's body react to the pain. After the blood stained blade was pulled free a widening red stain formed on the pink sweater. The stubborn girl received another jab when she still avoided Ralphus' command.

His patience wearing thin was cause for this next jab to be far deeper than those previous. Thrusting the blade into the girl's breast just above her nipple and forcing it fully into the mound Ralphus twisted the knife inside the wound until a gush of blood spurted through the ragged opening. She had squealed with each earlier jab, her body writhing to escape the assault. This time she shrieked in agony trying to twist her body away from the savage weapon. "Ahhhh! Please stop the pain," the wounded blonde screamed. "You win, you win."

The injured girl choked back the revulsion that was rising in her throat as she acquiesced to the pain, bending forward to her gruesome task. At the first touch of her fingertips the thing she held in her hand thickened and spasmed into erection. Fiercely distended now, it stood stiffly up towards the dwarf's navel. The head just reached the tip of the ratty gray bread. Below the scrotum with its lumpy contents was drawn up like a pouch. It occurred to Yvonne to seize that tightly drawn-up pouch and twist it. The lumps inside would be extremely sensitive. They would be the dwarf's most vulnerable point. The lumps themselves would be soft to the touch. If she could just get her nails into them…

But Ralphus was too quick, too alert. "None of yer tricks now, lassie!" he said sharply. Yvonne bit her lip to keep from crying out as Ralphus grabbed a fistful of her blonde hair and jerked it. It was useless to stall any longer. The dwarf was impatient now, and he was merciless. Her best move was to make him cum-as quickly as possible. She forced her fingers to glide up the steely shaft and encircle the huge round head, which was tightly inflated, glowing with wanton eagerness. She massaged it vigorously. "Offff!" The dwarf emitted a bestial grunt. The glowing red head expanded like a beating heart and squirted a hot stream of thin, watery serum into her palm.

Ralphus quickly stepped back a pace. Yvonne wiped her hand on her white short pants and looked up. The lopsided face was a lewd mask. The dwarf stood with his short legs wide apart, resting the gun barrel casually against his shoulder. His cock was standing up, staring her in the face. He stripped it several times in succession and smacked his lips like a chimpanzee. The beady eyes went to Yvonne's crotch. The red lips writhed back. "Now, then-get outta them duds."

"What?"

"You heard me, lassie. Yer shorts-get out of ‘em!"

Yvonne stared into the tiny piercing eyes that were bright and intent with lust. The pistol was level with her mouth and the dwarf's thick finger was curled snuggly around the trigger. The finger tightened. "Now!" Yvonne reached for the snap at the waistband of her tight shorts and set her teeth, trying to steel herself for the ordeal ahead. She fumbled with the snap on her pants before forcing it open. She stood up, pulling the white pants down her long legs.

Without warning the dwarf stepped forward and thrust his thick fingers into the elastic waistband of Yvonne's bikini-cut black panties. He jerked the panties down and rubbed the flat of his hand appreciatively over the sable blonde pelt. Then he grabbed his tremendous erection and waved it like a club. Yvonne shrank back against the wall of the tiny cell. The dwarf followed, closing in on her. Yvonne pleaded with her assailant to no avail.

The dwarf backed Yvonne against the wall. The dwarf's huge hand reached under the half naked girl's sweater. He was after her breasts. The dwarf's wet-lipped mouth worked excitedly as he jerked the girl's brassiere off and dropped it to the floor. The garment was spottily stained with blood from the wounds incurred earlier. The dwarf's tiny darting eyes were bright with lust. He held the pistol high and motioned impatiently for her to take the sweater off.

Yvonne's breasts were as perfect as two ripe pears save the puncture wounds and streaks of claret that adorned their smooth surface. They were very white where her bikini top had cupped them, only now the fleshy mounds were streaked with tiny crimson rivulets. The dwarf took one of the supple breasts in his hand and squeezed it. Yvonne had to bite her lip to keep from crying out in pain. The dwarf watched the nipple intently as it swelled and darkened. He moistened his writhing lips with his tongue.

Suddenly, he released the girl's breast and seized her wrist. He rubbed her hand on his big thick prick. He buried his beaky nose in the deep cleavage between the two silky globes. He groveled there, wagging his shaggy head from side to side as he vigorously licked first one, then the other, coating them with saliva. He fastened his puckered lips to a nipple and chewed on it.

Yvonne's face was a mask of pain and loathing. The pain overcame her fear and she grabbed at the gun that was pressed at her throat, but stopped as the dwarf stepped back suddenly. "I warned you, lass, now yer gonna pay for your mistake!" Ralphus growled.

The dwarf ordered Yvonne to sit on her heels, and watched impatiently, while Yvonne squatted, covering her pussy with her cupped hands. He motioned abruptly with the barrel of the gun and she got to all fours, her breasts swinging free like lush, ripe pears. The dwarf's lust-filled eyes devoured them. He gave his thick cock a jerk and it spasmed like a live snake. The girl drew her legs up, angling her body like a mermaid. She kept her hands locked between her tan thighs, cupping them protectively over her sex oval. With her upper arms she attempted to shield the full white globes of her breasts from the dwarf's view.

The dwarf ambled up to her. He seized one ankle quickly and pulled at it, the way a crab pulls at something with its pincers. He spread the girl's legs wide and made her keep them that way, so that her moist peach-like slit was open to his view. Yvonne was lying with her weight on one elbow, watching her tormentors face with frightened eyes. The dwarf stooped crookedly and picked up the discarded sweater and shorts. He balled them into a pillow. Shoving them at the girl he told her to raise her hips and slip the clothing under her firm pale buttocks. She winced as she complied.

The dwarf stepped back again. He spat twice into his the palm of his hand and slicked the spittle up and down the length of his huge spasming cock. He told the girl to lock her hands behind her head so that her full breasts stared up enticingly. The dwarf smiled and hopped from one foot to the other. He had a determined glint in his eyes. He set the gun carefully on the floor behind him and pulled the shirt over his head.

The dwarfs menacing body was that of a wrestler's torso balanced precariously on sinewy muscular legs. His arms were short and powerful. His spine crooked and between his shoulders gleamed the creature's polished hairless hump. All in all it was a compact crablike physique. One possessed of immense strength.

The dwarf leaned over suddenly and seized Yvonne's ankles. He lifted her tanned legs and draped them over his shoulders. He stripped his huge prick several times in quick succession, and grinned delightedly when a single murky drop of lubricant appeared on top of it. He opened Yvonne up with his thumbs and peered into the moist pussy of liver-colored petals. He poked at the wet clitoris with the big round knob of his cock.

The dwarf began trying to work his prick into the girl with vigorous corkscrew thrusts of his hips. Yvonne's mouth opened in a scream of agony. Her wide set eyes were clouded with pain. Veins popped out on the dwarf's temples. Cords rippled in his thick powerful neck. Little by little, grunting with effort, the creature was wedging his way into the blonde girl's luscious vagina.

The dwarf lowered her legs and got over the battered girl. His buttocks contracted powerfully and rhythmically as the dwarf, sweating freely now, tried doggedly to penetrate his unwieldy penis into the blonde. Yvonne screamed out again and again.

Suddenly the dwarf pulled out and scratched his head. He crawled over to the girl and ordered her to get to her knees. Dazedly the girl obeyed. He made her raise her elegant buttocks high in the air and rest her weight on her forearms. He was going to try it dog fashion. The dwarf circled the kneeling girl until he was behind her. He seized his cock at the base and shook it until it stiffened and jutted out from his body at a menacing angle. He rubbed the swollen blood-charged head over the oval moons of the girl's fine pale ass, then leaned over and spread her wet labia with a precise motion of his thumb and forefinger.

He got it into her. This time it slid in more easily. As he fucked her steadily with his hips, he reached forward and seized the girl's arms and pulled. Yvonne screamed in pain. The dwarf was pulling her to him. He was skewering her on his huge cock. He chewed on his ratty beard as his breath hissed through his teeth in tortured gasps. He stepped up the pace and his swollen testicles began to smack wetly against Yvonne's firm buttocks with every stroke. Yvonne suddenly fell silent and crumpled to the floor. Her eyes were closed.

The dwarf continued to screw the semi-conscious girl furiously. He turned her body this was and that, maneuvering around with the skill and agility of an acrobat. He treated her- not like a woman- but as if she were a wonderful life-sized doll that was his to use as he pleased. He rolled on his side, pulling Yvonne with him. He curled up like a fetus, his body pallid against her suntanned skin; he poked his long gleaming pole in and out of the wound between her thighs.

The dwarf's face was distorted with the agony of his slippery pleasure. He churned recklessly as he reached out to capture Yvonne's breasts in his huge hands. He got over her and began to work it in and out of her like a plunger. He was buffeting her unmercifully, scuttling her limp body across the floor. He again stepped up the pace. Faster. A vein popped at his temple, his nostrils flared, the corners of his frozen mouth twitched spasmodically.

Then his lips writhed back, Aaaaaaaaaaggggg! The dwarf threw back his shaggy head and roared. His hips continued to piston with savage explosive force. He was pumping the limp blonde body full of his vile hunchback's cum.

Yvonne's eyes remained closed. She seemed to be unconscious. But was she? Her battered body remained limp but her eyes briefly fluttered open. She looked up at the writhing dwarf. Cautiously she raised her body a little and tried to shift some weight to the palms of her hands. Her eyes went to the gun which lay on the floor behind her tormentor. The girl had been playing possum, waiting for the right moment to make her move. This was it. At the moment of orgasm the dwarf would be blind and deaf, completely out of himself. He would be helpless.

Suddenly, Yvonne pushed up from the floor and flipped them both over. She braced her feet against the dwarf's shoulders and pushed, jerking the wet spurting cudgel out of her ravaged love-sheath. She dived for the gun, her fingers closed around the pistol grip. Too late. The dwarf popped up like a jack-in-the-box. He kicked out from his sprawling stance striking Yvonne in the wrist of the hand that grabbed for the gun. The gun flew across the room discharging as it flew away.

Yvonne got to her feet. The dwarf hit her low, hurling his misshapen body across her legs at the knees. They landed heavily together on the floor. Yvonne went for the dwarf's nuts. He scuttled sideways. He came at her. Yvonne dived again for the gun but caught a deft sidestep-kick in her solar plexus for her trouble. Stunned and winded, she collapsed to the floor.

The runt was a judo expert and he was lightning fast. The girl never had a chance. He gathered up the blonde girl. Her eyelids were fluttering, the breath gone out of her. The dwarf reached out to his pile of discarded clothing and snatched up a wide sash. Quickly, he bent the girl's limp body double – knees to chin – and trussed it up with the sash.

He caught hold of his long drooping hose and shook it, smiling venomously as it jerked and spasmed once again into erection. This beauty would pay painfully again and again for her arrogance and insolence. Very much later that day the naked, bloodied, cum smeared girl lay sprawled on the floor of her cell. She had remained conscious for only the first few hours of her torture and rape but her comatose body did not stop the sadistic dwarf from continuing to batter her body as the long day progressed.