Chapter 8
"Pig-lover."
It reminded her, in a perverse way, that she was late for her date with Fred. Too late. She could have wept. This sadistic gang had ruined her last chance for a decent normal life.
They were withdrawing from her now, one by one, lying on the rug to catch their breath and pass lewd remarks. They shamelessly ogled her flushed naked body. She felt soiled, defiled. She wiped Juan's sticky jism from her face as best she could.
What kind of life would she have if she remained their slave? How long would she have to put up with this humiliation? She decided to find out. She had nothing left to lose.
"Let me go now," she said to Juan. "Surely you've had enough. Give me those pictures and let me go. I won't tell about the burglaries."
"Oh, no, lady," Juan said. "No way. I ain't gonna let go of a good thing. We need a whore for our gang, and we need a place to meet and store our loot. You're too valuable to let go."
"Then at least let me go out this evening," Linda pleaded. "You know as long as you have those pictures, I won't tell on you. I don't want to be locked up like a prisoner. Just let me-"
"Go see that pig?" said Juan. "Uh-uh. Forget it."
Rage boiled inside her. Now she knew the answer to her question. Not only did Juan intend to keep her the sexual slave of his gang, he wasn't even going to allow her a private life. And that kind of life wasn't worth living. Suddenly she didn't care who saw those pictures. Her life was over anyhow. She didn't care about anything except being free of Juan and his vicious gang.
She stood up. "Go ahead, show the pictures," she said. "I don't care any more. I'm getting dressed, and I'm leaving."
The boys looked at each other in consternation. Their blackmail scheme had failed. They had no more hold over her. She might go to the police, anything.
"Grab her!" Juan shouted.
The boys seized her and dragged her before their scowling leader. "Okay, lady," said Juan, "so you don't care about the pictures. Well, I'll think of something else, because there's no way in the world I'm gonna let you fink on us. I'll think of something to shut your mouth."
"There's nothing you can do to stop me," Linda said defiantly, "except to kill me. Why don't you just do it and get it over with?"
Juan shook his head. "Uh-uh. A murder rap is too heavy. I don't want that on my back." He mused awhile longer, then suddenly grinned. "I got it," he said. "I know how to change your mind."
The boys looked at him expectantly. Juan put on his jacket and headed for the door. "I'll be back pretty soon," he said. "I gotta go get some, uh, equipment. You guys keep her here."
It was a quarter to seven, and Fred Scott was still waiting in front of the city police station. He tapped his foot impatiently. He couldn't figure out what had gone wrong.
He was certain that he'd told Linda to meet him at six. He was also certain that she had wanted to meet him, was eagerly looking forward to their date. There were any number of explanations for her lateness-a stalled car, illness, some last minute hang-up. But all she had to do was phone the station and tell him. She wasn't an inconsiderate person, he was sure of that.
Fred began to get worried. All those burglaries taking place in her neighborhood-what if the thieves had struck at Linda's apartment?
It might be a silly idea, but he couldn't afford to take a chance. He ran for his car.
"Kyle, this is insane," Linda said. "You're getting into deeper and deeper trouble. It's not just burglaries now, it's kidnapping. You're holding me against my will. Please, be sensible. Let me go now, and I promise not to tell the police anything. You can still be free."
Kyle shook his head. "Juan wouldn't like that," he said.
Linda sighed. During Juan's absence she'd tried to persuade the other boys to let her go, but they wouldn't listen to reason. Juan had a powerful hold over them. He was the leader, and they wouldn't act or even think without his permission. Her cause seemed hopeless. Half an hour passed in agonizing suspense for Linda before the swarthy Juan returned to the apartment.
He led a large dark grey German shepherd into the room.
"Hey, what's the dog for?" said Kyle.
"Yeah," said Eddie, "I don't get it. You said you were going for some equipment."
Juan's grin froze Linda's blood.
"This is the equipment," he said. "His name's Duke. He's gonna help us change her mind."
The other boys pressed him for an explanation, but Juan enjoyed keeping them in suspense. He helped himself to a beer and got comfortable on the couch before he told them his plan.
"This is a special dog," he said. "Some people I know trained him to do a certain trick. Maybe none of you guys ever been down to Sixth Street."
Eddie snickered. "Naw, but I heard about that place. They have whores down there, and kinky shows."
"Right," Juan said, "and Duke here is part of the show."
"What does he do?" Kyle said. "I still don't get it."
Juan leered at him. "He makes it with broads," he said.
"What?" Kyle laughed. "You're shitting me!"
"No, he isn't," Jimmy said. "I heard about it, too. My older brother saw it a couple times. This here dog fucks girls. I mean he makes it with humans."
"That's right," said Juan. "As a special favor, my friends let me borrow him tonight. We gotta steal a certain thing for them, then we'll be even. But we won't worry about that now. We'll just lay back and watch the fun." He turned to look at Linda, who was sitting rigidly in her chair, her face chalky pale.
"You dig, don't you, doll?" he said with menacing softness. "You see what I got in mind?"
Linda shook her head slowly, jerkily, in shocked disbelief. "You can't mean-"
"Yeah, that's exactly what I mean," said Juan. "You either swear to do exactly as we say, swear never to see that cop again, or else I'm gonna make you fuck this dog."
"Oh, my GOD!"
Linda's voice trailed off. She closed her eyes, trying desperately to think. Her first impulse was to promise him anything, to swear to anything, just so she wouldn't have to do that unspeakably horrible act-to have sex with a dog. The very idea chilled her blood.
On the other hand, if she gave in to Juan, she would have no life of her own. Her days would be spent in the apartment, either tied up or having her body used for the gang's perverse pleasures. Worst of all, she'd never see Fred Scott again, never have a chance with a decent man her own age. It was unthinkable.
"Make up your mind, lady." Juan was getting impatient. "You got two choices. You can become part of the gang, help us steal stuff, fuck us whenever we want it, do exactly as I say. Or else you can make it with Duke here. Which is it gonna be?"
She had two choices, all right. She could either give up her life to the gang, or she could endure a brief but hideous experience right now. Much as she loathed the idea, she knew how it had to be.
She looked at Juan defiantly.
"I'd rather fuck a dog than YOU," she said.
The other boys cracked up. "Gee, Juan," Jimmy giggled, "I think she doesn't like you very much."
Juan wasn't amused. His dark face twisted with rage. "Okay," he said sullenly, "she's made her choice. Let's get on with it."
The boys were eager for the kinky show.
"How do we get him to do it?" said Kyle, looking at the huge German shepherd.
"My friends told me all about it," said Juan. "First he has to get her scent. Here, I'll show you."
Linda felt like an ice statue as she watched Juan make his preparations for the disgusting act. She would have done anything to escape, except surrender her life to him, become his slave. She simply had to endure what was to come.
Juan went over to the dog and patted him, speaking softly to him. "Okay, boy, come on. It's time now, Duke."
The big grey dog rose to his feet, panting, interested.
"Get her down on the floor," Juan said to his friends. "On her back, legs spread."
Linda began to weep. She didn't struggle, though. It would have done her no good. She allowed the boys to lead her to the center of the room and ease her down on the thick carpet. Kyle bent her legs out and up, fully exposing the bright pink line of her pussy.
"Okay, Duke, over here." Juan gently led the dog across the room to where Linda lay. When they were close enough, he let the dog go.
"Now all we gotta do is sit back and enjoy," he laughed.
The boys flopped into comfortable chairs and watched breathlessly as the big panting dog approached Linda. Tears streamed down her face, but she didn't move. She waited, legs spread wide, knees drawn up.
The dog sniffed the air a few times and caught the enticing female scent that emanated from her crotch. Duke whined softly, then padded closer to Linda. He stepped between her legs, sniffed again. Then he gave a shudder of excitement and lay down between her widely parted thighs, his cold wet nose touching her fluffy cunt-hairs.
"Shit, what's he gonna do, go to sleep?" said Eddie.
"Naw, he's just gotta get worked up," said Juan. "Wait and see."
Linda had flinched when the dog's cold nose touched her, but she remained quiet. Best not to alarm the animal, she thought. He could be vicious if she resisted. But she could not control the terrified trembling of her body.
Duke sniffed eagerly in her crotch, and then, to the squealing delight of the boys, his long, red tongue lolled out, dripping with saliva, and began to play hungrily over Linda's exposed snatch.
Linda flinched again. The animal's tongue was hot, rough, and very wet. She felt it rasping over her sensitive clit, over the swollen folds of her pussy lips, over her tightly clenched asshole. A dog licking her pussy. She felt sick.
"He seems to dig the taste," Jimmy giggled.
"Yeah, that's what's gonna get him excited," said Juan.
The boys watched in fascination and wicked glee as the German shepherd eagerly licked and tasted every inch of Linda's pretty pink snatch. Obviously the dog was excited. His hair stood on end, and he whined and panted. His long, gleaming, red tongue dripped saliva onto Linda's exposed slit. His tail wagged briskly.
Duke began by licking her wrinkled, brown asshole, thoroughly cleaning it with his rough busy tongue. Then he worked upward to her creamy cunt and the fat reddish-pink lips of her cunt, tonguing eagerly and hungrily. He ended his exploration by lapping her tender red clit, cleaning it of its juices.
Linda felt strange, very strange.
She could hardly believe it, but the dog's huge rough tongue felt fantastically good to her. She loved to have her pussy eaten, but no human tongue was ever as good as this. She fought with herself, told herself that it was wicked, hideous, to enjoy such a thing.
Yet, damn, it felt nice.
Duke stood over her, panting, giving her a wide doggy grin. His wet brown eyes gleamed as they focused once more on her fragrant pink slit. Suddenly the big dog lowered his head, and she felt his long swishing tongue thrusting deep into her cunt.
"OOOOOOO!" she gasped.
The boys were highly amused, of course. "Jesus, look at that," said Eddie. "He stuck his tongue right up her cunt."
"Hey, Auntie, how does it feel?" Kyle taunted.
Linda didn't reply. She was totally involved in the searing pleasure she felt as the thick dog tongue stuffed her ever-horny little cunt. She couldn't believe how good it felt. Of course she'd die before letting those leering sadists know she liked it, but her silent enjoyment made her whole body shake.
Duke's thick drooling tongue wormed deeper and deeper into her narrow cunt, and she creamed helplessly around it. The dog tasted this new flow of musky juice and began to lick it up eagerly, reaming and probing for more. He cleaned her cunt of all its delicious juice,, and as he did, Linda approached a peak of ecstasy. His tongue was wonderfully thick and mobile, exciting her sharply.
"Look at that bugger go," Jimmy snickered. "He sure likes to eat pussy."
"Yeah, but when's he gonna ball her?" Kyle asked. He was quickly bored, jaded, by any sexual act, always looking for more kinky thrills.
"Real soon," Juan said, his eyes gleaming sadistically. "Look there at his belly."
They saw what Juan had already observed.
"Holy shit," said Eddie, "look at the size of his cock!"
From Duke's thick-furred belly, his long thick canine dick was slowly emerging. The boys stared at it, felt dwarfed by it. Even Kyle felt inadequate when he looked at that huge fat red prick. It seemed as big around as his fist.
Linda was not in a position to see the development of Duke's mammoth erection. In fact, she had her eyes shut in total bliss as the eager animal continued to ream her hot hungry cunt. When he had finally licked her clean and withdrew his thick tongue, she gave a sigh of disappointment. It had felt so damned nice.
Duke drew back, wagging his bushy tail impatiently. He gave a shrill whine. His enormous dog-prick was fully descended now, huge and red and gleaming. He was possessed by the frantic urge to fuck.
"Hey, bitch," Juan called, "roll over. On your hands and knees."
Linda opened her eyes and blinked at him. In her sensual ecstasy, she'd almost forgotten the gang, forgotten that she was to be punished. Her heart contracted with fear as she realized the moment had come.
Now she was going to have to fuck that dog.
"Hurry up, will you?" Juan snapped. "He can't do it to you that way. You gotta roll over. You gotta do it like another dog."
Linda understood well enough. But she was reluctant to move. She thought of taking a big slimy dog-cock into her body, and she almost fainted with repulsion. No, she couldn't do THAT, no matter what the alternative. It was too awful.
"Dammit, roll over!" Juan said. "You wanta get slapped?"
The threat made Linda roll onto her side, start to obey, but then she saw Duke's gigantic red prick. It was huge, impossibly huge. She fell back on the rug and wept.
"Nooooo," she sobbed, "no, I can't, I just can't..."
Juan shot from his chair, raging. "Like hell you won't! We'll hold you. Come on, give me some help with her."
Rough hands seized Linda, rolled her over, and held her in position on her hands and knees. They forced her round little ass high into the air. She wept frantically.
"Okay, Duke," said Juan, almost panting in his evil excitement, "come on. Come on, boy."
Fred Scott parked his car in front of Linda's building and hurried upstairs to her apartment, too impatient to wait for the elevator. By now he was really worried. Linda just wasn't the type to break a date without any explanation. There must be something terribly wrong.
He reached her door and was about to ring the bell, when he thought better of it. His police experience told him to listen first. He put his ear to the door. At first the sounds were strange, muffled, and unintelligible, though he could tell there were several people-a female and several males.
The voices got louder. Fred distinctly recognized Linda's voice when she screamed, "No! Oh, my God, NO!"
Alarmed, he tried the door. It was locked. Fred drew back, aimed his shoulder at the door.
As the boys tried to hold her in place for the aroused German shepherd, Linda fought with all her strength and determination. This was one punishment, one humiliation, she simply could not endure. Yet she knew she was no match for four tough adolescents. After a short time, they exhausted her strength, and she went limp and weeping.
"Okay, we got her now," Juan panted. "Just hold her like that while I get the dog."
Many pairs of -hands held her arms and legs, forcing her into a crouching posture, her shapely ass held high in the air. She was in perfect position for the big panting dog. Juan led him forward and gave him instructions, while the eager German shepherd sniffed at the enticing scent of Linda's crotch.
"All right, boy," said Juan soothingly, "all right. It's time. Mount, Duke. Mount!"
He let go of the dog, and the well-trained animal leaped for its target, landing astride Linda's back. She cried out in terror, but the boys held her in place.
Panting hard, his long red tongue hanging out, Duke wrapped his furry forearms around her body and wriggled his hindquarters between her thighs. The boys could see his huge red doggy-dick hammering at the soft pink line of her slit, seeking entrance to her body.
"Oh, God," Linda moaned, "don't do this to me, please!"
"Shut up," Juan said impatiently. "This was your choice, bitch. You had a chance to join us, and you turned it down. You wanted that stinking cop instead. Well, now you're gonna pay."
There was no point in arguing with him, of course, but Linda was scared out of her wits. She could feel the dog's big hard cock now, pounding brutally against her tender pussy, blindly seeking to penetrate her. The monstrous animal held her in a crushing grip, and she felt his hot saliva dripping onto her back.
To let an animal fuck her-no, she couldn't bear it.
"Kyle," she whimpered, "please stop him, please ..."
Kyle laughed. "What, and miss the show? No way, Auntie. I wanta see you get it from this dog." Linda sobbed helplessly as the huge German Shepherd continued to batter her tender tissues. She remembered how big his cock had looked in her brief glimpse of it, and she feared it would tear her apart.
"UUUUUHHHHHH!'' she gasped. "UUUUUU-HHHHHH!"
"He's in!" Juan cried. "Look at that!"
Still holding Linda in place, the others looked as best they could. They saw Duke's fantastically thick prick splitting Linda's pink pussy lips wide, saw the gleaming red shaft of his canine cock gliding into her.
"Oh, man," said Eddie, "this dog is hung. He's huge."
"She oughta like it, then," Juan said contemptuously. "She likes big ones."
Linda's blue eyes were wide with shock and fright as she felt the dog penetrating her. His cock was so thick that she could hardly breathe. She felt the tight painful splitting of her cunt-mouth, the thick cruel stuffing of her narrow pussy.
"Oh, get him off me," she moaned. "He'll hurt me ... "
"You deserve it," Juan said, "you cop-loving fink."
She didn't hear any more of his tirade. The dog was leaning close over her, whining shrilly as he found his mark. Duke was in high excitement as he dug his big red prick into her hot fleshy sheath. His body trembled lustily, and his long tail wagged furiously.
"We can let go of her now," said Juan. "She ain't gonna get away."
He was right. When the boys let go of her, she found herself weighted down by the heavy dog, held firmly in his grip. She tried to wrench her ass away from his attack, but his huge cock was deeply lodged in her, and she could not get off the impalement.
Duke howled, jerked his shaggy hips, and forced his cock to complete penetration of her tight, protesting cunt. She felt him butting her womb. She was so widely stretched that she was sure she'd burst.
"Help me," she cried, "please, get him off me... "
The boys made no move to help, of course. They crouched near her, watching with wicked glee as the dog's great red organ pierced her tiny cunt-mouth again and again. ' She could only help herself. She remembered how it had been when Jimmy buggered her-when she relaxed, it wasn't so bad. She tried it again, letting her cunt go slack and unresisting. It worked. Now there was room for that enormous brutal organ.
Duke felt her surrender, and he gave an excited howl. Now he could work his prick freely in her, and he began to fuck her in typical dog-style, brutally hard and fast. His great thickness reamed her narrow cunt of its juices, setting up a lewd squishing noise that made her audience howl with laughter.
"Uh, uh, UHHH," Linda gasped.
Never had she been fucked so hard, so brutally-yet now that she'd relaxed, it wasn't hurting any more. In fact it was kind of exciting. Hot friction quickly built up in her fully stuffed cunt as the dog plunged his huge dick back and forth. She felt herself becoming helplessly aroused.
Juan caught her eye and leered. "Hey, bitch," he taunted, "you like doing it with a dog?"
"Yeah, Auntie," Kyle chimed in, "how's it feel? That's a lotta cock, ain't it?"
Linda couldn't reply to their sadistic remarks. It was all she could do to breathe, with Duke's huge dong ramming her steadily, knocking the breath from her. In spite of herself, it was giving her more and more pleasure. She felt a hot tingling in her cunt, helpless creaming, as the giant dog prick sawed and probed deep inside her.
"Ahhhhhh," she sighed, "OOHHHHH ..."
She could hardly believe it, but she felt she was going to come. She loathed the idea of being fucked by a dog, cringed to feel that long slimy prick inside her, yet she was being balled mercilessly toward a climax. It was impossible to resist that sweet friction in her cunt, the delicious tugging on her sensitive clit.
"Ummmmm," she whimpered.
Duke was approaching his orgasm, too, and like every other dog he fucked harder and harder as his excitement rose. His great furry body pounded over her, his shaggy hips jerked with blinding speed. He began to whine shrilly. Linda felt the first jet of his canine jism against her womb, and in that moment her own climax hit.
It was long, powerful, dizzying. She literally couldn't see the room around her as she went into the ecstatic convulsions of coming. She opened her legs as wide as she could to the dog's final thrusts, and she whined and clawed the rug.
At last it was over, Duke slipping off her shaking body, padding away to lick himself. Linda collapsed, trembling and sighing. My God, she hoped the boys hadn't noticed how much she'd enjoyed the dog's fucking.
"Hey, Auntie," said Kyle, "we got a surprise for you."
Dizzily Linda looked up to see Juan standing before her, grinning, holding his camera.
"We took a few pictures of you with Duke," he said. "They oughta turn out real nice."
Pictures? Pictures of her being fucked by a dog?
"No!" Linda screamed. "Oh, my God, NO!"
The boys laughed, but their amusement was cut short when the front door split and shattered, and Fred Scott came crashing into the room.