Foreword
Now that horrible, twisted fantasy she had always had, was about to come true, and she sobbed in horror as she stared at the blazing eyes of the agitated animal.
"You've been playing miss rich bitch too long, baby," Sam laughed cruelly. "Now you're gonna get a taste of what it's like to be one of us working folk!"
"Ohh, dear Jesus, no," Suzanne groaned, pulling wildly against the thick strand of rope that held her to the floor. Her wrists ached dully as she twisted them, but she could not get them free.
"Come on, Max, her pussy's just dying for your big, hard prick," laughed the owner of the ranch. "This cunt's been asking for it, for a long time!"
He pulled Suzanne's head back by the hair and showed her the whip he carried in his free hand. "You can take a beating first, bitch," he snarled. "But either way, you're gonna give Max the lovin' he needs!"
Moaning in helpless despair, Suzanne rose up on her hands and knees, realizing that she could not escape her fate. She heard the excited yelping of the big German shepherd as it mounted her, felt its hot, steaming breath on her naked shoulders, the the thick, pounding hardness of its shaft slapping against her moist, trembling inner thighs.
"Give it to her, Max," laughed Sam, pushing the dog's shuddering hind quarters forward. "Give her every inch!"
Barking and jerking as if on command, the huge shepherd thrust forward, driving its long, gnarled prick suddenly into the defenseless young girl's pussy.