Scott's muscular body pressed her down. She smelled the musty odor of the old sofa cushions. His hot, fat dick-head sank into her moist pussymeat after having plowed through her tangled blonde cunt-hairs. The young woman felt the shock waves of her fuck. Her head was aching while her brain spun around.
"Oh, oh, oh!" Vickie cried with each powerful forward fucking thrust. He was all the way in her snatch, his cock stuffed all the way to the fat base of his shaft. The blonde teenager smelled his beer-breath while he rammed his cock harder and faster. There was a kind of scalding, scintillating pain that corkscrewed through her cunt and became something more than pain.
"Baby, fuck, fuck," Scott groaned, throwing his head back and working his narrow hips from side to side. Vickie grunted, feeling his fat dick stirring her insides around. His hands moved around to her tits and squeezed them cruelly. She was sure she'd be black and blue after this brutal rape. There was none of the gentleness of Jeff's technique. She should be crying out, sobbing for mercy. And yet Vickie could feel herself almost begging the young man riding her for more brutality, for more pain and abuse.
"Ohhhhh!"
The blonde tam let out a shuddering moan. She tightened up, feeling her pussy contracting and trying to grab onto the fat dick inside her. Scott panted as she started to match his pistoning. They banged together over and over. Vickie let out another groan, holding tightly onto him. She slammed her way into him, thrusting her cunt against his hard, throbbing cock. God, she was so hot, so wet, so willing to be fucked by this man!
"Fuck!" Scott shouted.
Vickie could feel the first bursts of his jizz burning into her snatch. She yelped, kicking one leg out, then flinging both around his lower back. She pounded his ass with her heels while holding tightly onto him. She felt his cum fill up her fuck-hole, then ooze out onto her thighs.
"Jesus, she's nothin' but a fuckin' wild animal," Scott said, wiping the sweat off his forehead while pulling his softening cock from her snatch.
"Oh, no! Oh, my God, no, not again," Vickie moaned, turning her face away and covering her eyes. She'd promised herself she'd never feel those wonderful, terrible feelings in her pussy again. And yet there she was, stripped naked in front of these strange men, her pussy wet with her oils and Scott's cum. She'd let him do it to her, she encouraged him! Vickie groaned with shame, wishing she could die.
"There's more, baby," Scott grunted, sliding his Levi's back up and flipping his cock into his fly. The young woman watched him dress. She could still feel him inside her, could still feel the strange sensation of his cum jetting into her pussy. More to come? Could she stand the perverted viciousness she was sure would follow?
"Hey, Paul, get the fuck off the floor. We've got more of the initiation for this little cunt to go through."
His buddy partially crushed the aluminum can, flinging it in a comer with several others and stood up shakily.
"Man, this is gonna be real good," the tall dark-haired university student said, wiping his mouth with the back of his hand, then bending down and pulling the leash from the German shepherd's collar.
"Yeah, you pass this and you'll probably be president of the fuckin' sorority in a couple of years."
The others agreed, dropping their hands to their crotches and working their fingers around. Something was up, something was about to happen that was exciting them already.
Vickie pulled herself up on the sofa and looked around. Paul was holding onto the big German shepherd. Then the words about her performing with the dog came back to her. Oh, God, they couldn't actually mean what she thought they did? Fucking with animals was something dirty jokes were made of. But actually making women do something with animals…? No, no, that was only a sick male fantasy, or the subject for weird porno movies!
"Ranger here's well trained," Paul began in a low voice, running his fingers through the animal's thick dark-gray fur. "We've had him since he was a puppy… kinda like a frat mascot. He learned real fast about what we wanted him to do. Man, he likes pussy… doggie kind, human kind, get what we mean?"
Paul smiled that same, cynical smile while he kept working his fingers over the big animal's throat. Vickie could hear the dog growling low and deep. His fur seemed to stand on end while his long, bushy tail wagged across the floor slowly from side to side. His eyes were riveted on her naked body while his pointed ears were pinned back.
The blonde teenager shivered, rubbing her hands over her arms. Shifting position on the sofa, Vickie felt her cum-stained pussy lips rubbing together. She'd been brutally raped, and still the men had something more planned for her.
"Hey, maybe we can all fuck her… you know, all at the same time?"
"Yeah, I wanna feel her cunt, man. Maybe she gives good head, too."
Vickie pushed herself to the sofa, wishing she could disappear. They were all laughing at her, all talking about how they could best fuck her. They weren't going to let her go until they'd satisfied themselves with every perversion they could think of.
"Later, man, later. Let's see a real show, now. Remember Diane Granger and the way she turned onto Ranger here when he got goin' on her pussy? I think the same thing's gonna happen to this one," Paul said his smile broadening. Vickie felt sick. They were going to sic the animal on her, sit back, drink their beer and watch what happened. She dug her fingernails into the soft couch cushions and moved her plump buttocks back. No, no, this was too much! No one could expect her to accept this kind of humiliation!
"No escape, no where to go," Paul said, dropping his hands from the animal. He guessed what was going on in her mind.
Two of the frat brothers had stationed themselves unsteadily at the door. The windows were barred from the outside. Vickie looked around desperately and found no way she could get from these men and their "trained" animal! "No, don't make me do it," she wailed, tears oozing from her eyes and streaking her cheeks. Paul only laughed, patting the big dog on the head and shoving him forward. Vickie pushed herself back on the couch, her eyes widening as the animal trotted around and stopped a few inches away from her feet.
"No!" Vickie cried softly, inching back on the sofa until she felt her asscheeks tightly pressed against the back. Her chest tightened while her mouth became dry. Terror and revulsion had heightened her senses. She could fed her pulse racing madly through her body, could hear her heartbeat as the animal lowered his head and moved slowly up to the sofa.
He was sticking his head forward, raising his snout, sniffing the air between his nostrils and her cunt. Oh, God, he could smell her pussy-oil and Scott's cum! She saw the light of recognition in his dark brown eyes. Vickie closed her legs, drawing her hands over her cunt while moving her arms over her tits. When the animal appeared as if he were going to lunge, the girl cried out and rolled off the couch, landing unsteadily on her feet.
"Yeah, mail, that's the way I like it. Don't like to see 'em give in too quickly," Paul said, sitting back down on the floor and taking another beer from one of his buddies. They were watching Vickie as if she were a performer. The young girl sobbed, her face a mask of horror as she shot a glance at the young men, then resumed her watch on the dog.
"No, doggie, no, no, don't come near me," she said in a trembling, coaxing voice.
But Ranger didn't pay attention. He was slowly padding toward her. His tail was drooping between his powerful hindquarters while his eyes slitted. Vickie felt her breathing grow more shallow and hot. She felt shakier with every passing second. There was something terribly wolf-like in the animal.
The blonde teenager wondered if he were going to pounce on her and tear out her throat! Maybe the men enjoyed that sort of thing. Vickie had heard about people in Los Angeles who made "snuff flicks", movies where women were actually killed on the screen while the audience watched with pleasure.
"Oh!"
The dog was whistling through its nose, then gave out a loud bark. Vickie shivered. Ranger started for her, making a muted growling noise in his throat. He darted forward, shoving his nose between her legs.
"No…"
Vickie slapped downward, screaming while backing away from the big dog. She turned and started running for the main stairway. But the dog was fast, catching up to her in a second and sliding his nose up between her moving thighs. She could feel something cold and wet bump against the underside of her cuntal mound.
"Oh, oh, God, no, no!" she cried again, holding desperately on to the bannister and kicking back with one leg. Her blonde hair curtained her face as she twisted and kicked back again and again. She could hear the animal barking nervously, trotting around, trying to get a better shot at her pussy. But Vickie held on to the bannister, pressing her wet twat against the wood. Behind her she could also hear the young men laughing and encouraging the animal.
"Bite her, man!"
Vickie was afraid the animal would obey that command. Crying out, she let go of the bannister and ran back toward the sofa. Tears streaked her cheeks as her buttocks and belly jiggled. A pulse leaped at her throat. She could feel something warm and furry between her moving legs. It was Ranger, trying to get at her pussy. She felt his hot breath oh the inner surfaces of her thighs. Sobbing with frustration and terror, Vickie slapped down again, pitching forward and nearly falling on her face.
"He smells you, man, he likes the smell," Paul said, finishing another beer and tossing the can into the growing pile.
This was awful! She had to get away, behind the sofa, somewhere where she could collect her thoughts. The young woman knew she couldn't blame the dog. He could smell her pussy, could sense she was still sexually excited even after that rape. If only there were some way she could calm him down, make him uninterested in her pussy.
Vickie felt she could take any other kind of sexual abuse. But making it with this German shepherd would be too much for her to accept.
"Ohhhh!"
Vickie had let the animal slip past her meager defenses. He was licking her now, licking the soft flesh behind each knee. Oh, God, the young woman couldn't suppress the growing hot feeling radiating up from that spot to her cunt. She didn't dare turn her face down to the animal. And then she felt the animal's pointed nose pressing against her cuntal mound, felt the folds of her pussy-meat being being moved around by the large shepherd's nose. And her cunt was responding! That was the awful, sickening thing Vickie had to deal with! In spite of her screaming and yelping she was turning on to the big animal. The blonde pushed away from the sofa and staggered back to the stairway. If only she could climb to the second floor and compose her thoughts, Vickie was certain she'd figure out a way to get rid of the dog.
"Horrible, horrible," she gasped as she felt the dog's rough tongue pass over her outer cunt-lips, then move down to her thighs. Her voice sounded so empty, so small in that large living room. She could smell herself now, smell the pungent cuntjuice she was certain the animal could whiff. Oh, God, how she hated those men for having brought her here to this dog.
"No, no, no!"
But her words sounded weak, without much meaning. Like the brutal rape before, this sex-scene was finding some part of Vickie's brain that was receptive. She felt the surface of Ranger's hot wet tongue graze one cunt-lip. The girl gasped from the unbelievable tickle and jerked her hands down to cover her wet twat. The big animal licked her fingers, nuzzling them with wild eagerness. Vickie gasped again, twisting around and looking wild-eyed at the laughing men. No, there would be no help coming from them. They wanted the animal to lick her off, to mount her if possible. Vickie turned back to the big animal, raising one hand threateningly high above her head.
Ranger jumped back, barking wildly at her. He moved in once more, pressing his tongue against her cunt-lips. She almost fell to her knees this time. The German shepherd growled low in his throat and braced his forepaws on the carpet. When Vickie was unprepared, the dog shoved up and forward, shoving his nose against her cunt-mound.
What was happening? What was she letting happen to her? Had she gone crazy? This was a dog… a damned dog! He was cornering her, forcing her… no, that wasn't right. Vickie could fed her body responding to this situation. Yes, she could have screamed down the walls, fought until the animal tore her body into shreds. Instead, she stood crouched in that living room, feeling a strange sexual fever settle over her cunt.
"Get away, bad dog, get away." The words were commanding but the voice behind them trembled with fear and lust. She ran back toward the men, then stumbled and fell sliding across the floor.
Ranger pounced, his paws braced on her thighs. Vickie screamed as the big animal nipped her ankle. He was going to attack her! Oh, God, they were all going to drink beer and watch the German shepherd kill her!
But no, the biting stopped. That was only a warning from Ranger, a sample of what he could do to her if she didn't cooperate. Vickie turned onto her back, clamping her thighs together as she beat at him. The big dog only ducked and growled, rolling his big brown eyes around in his head. It was as if he were laughing at her. The growling had softened… a warning growl, the suggestion of ferocity.
Vickie had to look away from his eyes and bared fangs. Ranger stopped his growling and began licking at her. He licked up around her belly, wetting her navel and the bottom of her rib cage. The soft warm fur against her upper thighs made her pussy tremble with forbidden delight. Her cunt ached from the savage pounding it had endured earlier. This gentle oral massage was soothing as well as exciting. If only it weren't this animal making her feel this way!
"No!"
Vickie closed her eyes and tried to concentrate only on the feeling. It was only one wet surface against another. Just a mouth, just a tongue… oh, God, only a few days ago the idea of either of those against her pussy would have made her blush. Now it was the only thought keeping her sane! For if she fully recognized the fact that she was being sexually assaulted by a German shepherd.
"Uhhhhhh!"
Ranger growled again and moved back. Vickie crawled out from under him and breathed a sigh of relief. This was a tiny victory. Maybe he was tired of this affair. The blonde teen looked in the direction of the college students. The young men were wrinkling up their foreheads and looking disappointed. That was a good sign. Maybe they recognized that the show was over.
Then the dog positioned himself between her knees again and started licking them.
"Oh, God, please, don't… ohhhhh!"
Vickie felt the despair of her situation crash down on her. The animal's tongue explored higher, leaving a silver trail of spittle on her lightly tanned flesh. Why was that feeling so wild, so devastating?
"Man, she's gettin' back into it," Paul said enthusiastically, settling down for the final round of Vickie's degradation.
The blonde was moving down toward the big dog now, pushing her hips forward. Ranger whimpered and moved his nose from side to side. He was touching her inner cunt-lips with his snout, forcing them wide apart.
Vickie heard the men laughing. Peering heavylidded, she realized what this must look like – her body split apart, a dark animal embracing her, his paws draped over her thighs while his powerful head was buried in the blonde jungle of her cunthairs.
Oh, if only this were a dream, a nightmare from which she could awaken. But no, it was all too real! The blonde teen could hear the slick clicking sounds of the animal's maw as he licked and chewed his way into her snatch. Occasionally that muted growl of sexual excitement echoed through the large living room. Vickie could feel the vibrations of the animal's growling in her cunt and stiffened. Her clit popped up once more. Oh, God, she was responding to the dog as if he were a human lover!
"Uhhhhh!"
A flash of electric lust shot through her body. The animal pushed his big shoulders farther between her knees. She felt them being pushed apart. Vickie didn't try to stop him now. She let it happen. Biting down hard on her lower tip the young girl wanted to punish herself for letting this sickening, horrible thing happen. She tasted blood from her lip. Yes, yes, she couldn't admit to enjoying this session! It would be far too dark, too perverted to deal with later.
Ranger grunted with excitement and started lapping noisily at the glistening surfaces of her snatch. "Ohhhhh…!"
The German shepherd seemed crazed with sex, aroused more than ever. He gouged his claws against her ass and stuck his long snout up and down her slick cuntal crack. Vickie snapped her head back, supporting herself with her arms. She was moving her ass back and forth in frantic, tiny circles, breathing with whistling sounds through her nostrils.
The blonde was on fire, burning with forbidden lust. She could feel her pussy dripping with cuntjuice and doggie spit! The thought of having her snatch violated by this animal, actually licked into orgasm by its tongue suddenly excited her terribly! Vickie could feel herself building steadily toward an orgasm. Her mind sputtered with the rubbing of Ranger's mouth. All her senses reeled with the wild need to increase the stimulation that made her cunt tickle, ache and throb.
Moving one hand down between her legs Vickie felt how soaked she was. She felt the animal's tongue lap between her fingers, wet down her knuckles. Yes, oh, God yes, she couldn't stop herself. God forgave her, she couldn't stop the rushing heat of her oncoming climax!
"God, oh, God, help meeeee!"
Vickie wailed again and again, feeling the big muscles in her ass cramp. Ranger slowed his rubbing friction, pulling back and looking strangely at her.
"Oh, ohhhhh!"
The dog let out a little yelp and went back to her. "Th… there," she stammered. She felt her cunt contracting, winking shut on the dog's tongue. Soon, she thought, soon I'll reach the bottom of the pit… coming with a dog!