Chapter 5
"Stop it!" Lonnie had yelled out to the depressing silence of her house a half hour before Sam returned. "Stop thinking this way!"
Angrily she leapt to her feet, stamping one foot in an effort to shake off the mood of shame and horror that was enfolding her like a thunder cloud despite all the Scotch she'd drunk. There was an inch of alcohol in the bottle and a different but equally stupid quiz show on television, and sitting here in the chair had not helped at all. She had spent the entire time trying to forget the vicious assault on her defenseless body by that despicable partner of hers, Sam Palmer, but if anything, the memory was fresher than ever.
Worse, the more she pondered over the obscenely vile events of this day and last night, the more she understood that the truly bitter horror was not what had been done to her so much as what she had done to herself. She had not merely surrendered to the unavoidable, but had ultimately given herself willingly and wantonly to the shameful but exciting sensations that the dog and then Sam had sent coursing through her flesh. This was inexcusable, and it frightened her more than anything else.
Drunkenly she shivered from her humiliating confession and took a last swallow of Scotch directly from the bottle. She had changed, there was no doubt about that. She, who had once been so frigid and afraid of sex, seemed to have grown a callous around her once pitifully naive innocence. She had compromised herself twice in a row, and increasingly she saw that she could no more blame Sam for what he'd done out there on the blanket with her, than she could chastize Brutus for what he'd done in the parking lot. She was ruined, perhaps without redemption, and she was convinced that one more day like today and her life would not be worth living.
She vowed tearfully that she would make one last effort to salvage what she could of her self-respect and her career. She'd considered a hasty, feigned sick-call to the Department, but that would only delay the inevitable. Sooner or later she would have to go back to work. A quick resignation would do more damage than good, she feared, for a sudden leaving of town could easily result in a bad recommendation, and without her restraining presence, Sam might openly brag of his conquest. Worse, she simply did not have the money to travel far enough away from this nightmare! No, Lonnie knew deep inside herself that the only chance she had was to stay in Butte City and stick it out. Somehow she had to find the stamina to see this shameful situation through, and pray that things didn't get any worse. Lord, how could they get any worse than they were already?
And yet ... God! How could she hope to have the nerve to act natural around Sam Palmer? He knew! He knew what they had done today, and she couldn't keep it from him! And though he had no idea that she'd allowed her dog to tongue her vagina to orgasm, she was sure that lewd blot was as conspicuous as the sun itself! Her guilt and inner torment were shredding her apart, and it seemed the more she considered her sordid actions, the more upset she became!
She had to get her mind off it for at least a little while, before she went stark raving mad with her own self-torturing thoughts. Maybe some fresh air would help, a nice walk through the neighborhood in the cool evening sunset ... no, that would entail meeting friends and neighbors, and she didn't feel up to stopping and chatting with anybody at the moment. Brutus. Well, she had been awfully unfair to him today, and he did need to be taken care of. After her far more scandalous behavior with Sam today, the slip with him last night was relatively minor, and no longer bothered her half so much when considered separately. And besides, if she looked after Brutus for awhile, she wouldn't have to leave the house and change out of her comfortable nightgown.
Her mind made up, Lonnie padded on bare feet to the back door and whistled for Brutus. The handsome German shepherd bounded across the lawn, barking happily that his mistress had returned to him. She rubbed his furry neck, smiling down at him and cooing in her special voice that everything was all right now, and then she led him into the house. While the backyard was fenced, it was only chain-link and not private enough from her nosy neighbors to the south. As concealed as she was in the multi-folds of her satin gown, she had no intention of letting that beady-eyed old Mr. Sternwheeler catch sight of her parading outside in her nightgown. God only knew what that might lead to after all that had been happening!
She smiled as the dog trotted obediently beside her into the living room, his welcoming presence lessening the anguish and loneliness she was feeling. He crowded affectionately against her legs, pleased that she was no longer acting aloof and distant to him, as if she'd been angry with him, and he gazed up with fond eyes when she stooped to talk to him soothingly.
"You're a good dog, Brutus," she murmured, patting his head. "A very good dog, and I ... I shouldn't have been so mean to you this morning. It was my fault about last night, not yours. If I had been the strong woman I always had considered myself to be, none of this ... well, it doesn't matter. I guess it'll be just you and me from now on, though," she added ruefully. "So we better get along together, right?"
Brutus raised his head and before she realized his intentions, his warm, moist tongue quickly darted out to brush hotly across her lips. In a natural reaction, Lonnie drew her face back up, surprised, but not repelled. In fact, the loving wet contact had sent an unexpected sensation fluttering through her! For a long moment, she stared deeply into his wide brown eyes, taking his handsome head between her trembling hands. Brutus had kissed her and he knew it! The devilish glimmer in his eyes was a dead give-away! She glanced away, burning with sudden shame, but still she was terribly aware of his muscular lean body pressing against her legs. She could almost feel the warmth of his animalistic virility pulsing out to her from the smooth, glossy coat of hair. God! What was she thinking!
Lonnie pushed the dog away from her, staring horrifiedly down into his ever-innocent, unguilty face. He whined up at her, as if sensing the heat he had unwarrantedly rekindled within her belly and loins. "Oh, Brutus, Brutus, what am I to do with you?" the shaken policewoman moaned in self-bewilderment and humiliation.
Brutus didn't answer her in so many words, but his eyes seemed to linger brashly, almost impudently over her round curves gently clothed beneath her frail nightgown. God! It was absurd to believe a dog could harbor such an emotion, and Lonnie bit into the soft flesh of her lower lip, determined to overcome the immoral idea which she was sure sprang only as a figment in her own mind. A pet, no matter how loyal or loving, simply did not stare passionately at his mistress! But she felt her mind whirling around in befuddlement, unable to decide exactly what was the reality of Brutus' expression and what was only in her mind. Ohhh ... what she needed was another drink, something to steady her before she lost her wits completely!
She returned to the kitchen and the familiar cupboard over the sink. The Scotch was gone, and for an instant Lonnie could hardly believe that she alone had managed to down an entire fifth today ... but then this day had been most peculiar all the way around! There was only an opened pint of vodka up there now, but she gratefully took it down and filled a glass with some of the hot, clear liquid. The vodka burned her throat and stomach on the way down, making her slightly sick until she thought of the illusions she'd just had that Brutus was somehow more than merely a dog with a dog's mentality, instincts and desires ... and the shameful phantasy made her lift the glass and take another heavy swallow. The warming alcohol flowed instantly through her bloodstream, relaxing her and soothing her jittery passions.
Dear Lord, what had taken possession of her mind so thoroughly after Brutus had affectionately laved her face? A stupid question; she knew all too well what was the matter. She could feel the inflamed pink lips of her involuntarily swelling vagina tingling slightly, and the first tentative hardening of her nipples, and the beginning heave of her full thrust breasts against the silky softness of her sheer nightgown. And God in heaven, she knew! How she knew!
Somehow she had to defeat these mysterious cravings that were rising out of nowhere in her traitorous body to overcome all sense of decency and morality! She had to! She couldn't go on like this, afraid to trust herself even in the privacy of her own home!
She refused to sit down in her agitated state of mind, and Brutus stalked her like a shadow through the different rooms of her house, getting close enough to brush against her when she would pause in the kitchen for a refill of vodka. All alone in the privacy of my house ... all alone with just me and my dog ... Lonnie shivered from the subversive thought. Once again she walked through the rooms, stopping in the bedroom to stare at herself in the large mirror over her bureau. The face returning her features was waxen and pale, the large dark eyes somber with painful anxiety....
Suddenly she shuddered, sucking in her breath. There in the background of the mirror's reflection was Brutus, sitting on his haunches and watching her intently. God, and the way he was staring at her! It was worse than before! But it had to be only her over-wrought imagination playing tricks on her again, because no dog could possibly feast his eyes on his mistress so brazenly as to give the impression he was mentally undressing her! A savage thrill speared through her weakening resolve as she felt a tremor of erotic response deep between her moist inner thighs. She turned around to study the dog carefully, and no ... not unless she was going crazy, she was positive now that Brutus was viewing her lecherously! Her darling dog wanted to see her naked breasts and legs, and if only she had the lewd nerve to let him! She was filled with the perverted desire to take off her nightgown right then and there, before his dark brown eyes ... to strip right down to where he could see everything he wanted to ... even her secretion-wet pussy he'd so deliciously licked last night!
Damn! Oh damnation, she had to resist her unspeakably wicked impulses which were tugging at the very core of her being! This was horrible, Lonnie told herself ... horrible and perverted, even if she were mistaken about the dog! For even if Brutus had no idea what was happening, she did! Yet in spite of her sincere revulsion at her own animal lustings, the trembling policewoman felt another tremendous surge of salacious delight filtering through her at the notions of what Brutus could do if she were naked before him. How easy it would be ... all she'd have to do is crook her finger and the dog would come begging with that talented tongue of his ... and then ... God, and then! She could feel herself quaking all over, her firm round buttocks quivering as she stood but a yard from her German shepherd and attempted one last time to gain control of her rapidly fleeing senses.
But it was too late. Too late! Too late to even feel remorse for the licking flames of indecent temptation that were overwhelming the moistened flesh of her warmly aroused cuntal slit. There was still a part of her drunken mind which rebelled at the shameless immorality of her once-again burgeoning desires, but a much more urgent voice was persuading that she wanted" this handsome dog, and that they were alone in her own house, and nobody ever need to know! And Brutus wanted her just as needfully, that was obvious by the way he sat shivering in tensed emotion, ready to obey her slightest obscene command! How could she deny herself or her pet the forbidden pleasures they could enjoy once more together? God, she couldn't! It was too damned late to deny them!
Almost sobbing now from her inexorably growing wants, Lonnie sat down on the side of the bed. Brutus came closer until he could rest his head in her lap, the hot, spicy aroma from up between her warm naked legs saturating his trained, animated instincts...!
"Oh, you mind-reading brute!" Lonnie hissed, stroking his great head cradled on the soft folds of her nightgown. "You want to make an animal out of me, don't you? Well, after all these years of being a no-sex vegetable, I want that too! I want to be an animal, and I ... I can't help it!"
Lonnie's brain swam from the Scotch and the vodka she'd drunk. But the liquor had done nothing to ease the burning sensual excitement within her as she'd hoped it would. Nothing could do that, she saw that now, nothing but fulfillment ... and she was absolutely aflame with perverted desire! And she'd tried so hard to quell her newly discovered passions! There was no chance, no chance at all for her to return to normal, God-fearing decency, for she was a total, seething wetness between her thighs, and she knew that Brutus keenly sensed it! He was merely waiting ... waiting...!
"Ohhhh," she moaned aloud, once more pressing him back away and gaining her feet, though none too steadily. "Then if you want me that way, Brutus dear, then that's the way you'll have me! An animal!"
Brutus squatted on his haunches again, wagging his tail as he saw her slowly suck in her breath as if in final resolve. Her lovely mouth curved in an obscene smile of lust and her eyes gleamed licentiously, watching him closely to make sure he was catching every sensuous undulation she made. Lonnie tried to warn herself that what she was purposely doing was wrong ... That the seducing of her dog was against God's and man's law both, and could only lead to her eventual downfall. But her incensed demands were too fevered for that pink wet tongue that was panting from the side of Brutus' snout now, her vows and promises feeble barriers that were swept aside as she began to teasingly undo the cord to her nightgown. Her body's perverted needs were once more in firm control of her senses, forcing her to stand provocatively before the German shepherd with her legs spread apart, her palms sliding down over the fullness of her breasts as her gown slowly draped open.
"I'm undressing for you, Brutus lover," she cooed tauntingly above him. "You want to see me naked, don't you? It's not my imagination at all ... you truly do want to see your mistress naked!"
Lonnie moved with the lithe awareness of being fascinatedly viewed, and reveled in her lewd exhibition. She teasingly began to roll the thin gown down over her undulating shoulders, down further over her throbbing breasts and around her thighs, until Brutus could see the first tufts of dark pubic hair peek from the edges of the fabric. Then lower still, an inch at a time, until finally she allowed the gown to fall entirely free and drop to the carpet of the bedroom floor. She kicked the satiny gown aside and stood unabashedly naked before the whining German shepherd. The secretion-damp lips of her aching cunt were presented to his animal eyes in total sacrifice, the curly fleece of her pubic hair moist and glistening lewdly in the pale lamp-light overhead. Her legs, long and slender and satiny-smooth, were trembling at their inner thighs with the flowing droplets of her passion, and her flat belly quivered uncontrollably as she basked in the dog's obvious admiration.
"Well, lover-dog? You like what you see?" she cooed enticingly. She lifted her hands and began to slide them along the silky flesh of her sides, from the flanks of her ripely rounded thighs up to the outward swells of her high, full-molded breasts. Her fingers began to stroke her breasts, kneading them gently and pushing them out to the dog as if presenting him with two forbidden but wickedly luscious gifts of flesh. She held that position for a short moment, and then when Brutus remained rooted in the same position, she slowly dropped to her knees and moved backward on all fours towards him.
"Come to your bitch-girl!" she urged obscenely, turning around on the carpet so that her upraised buttocks were wavering seductively before him. She looked back over her shoulders at Brutus, moving closer to him on her hands and knees until her naked loins were presented directly to his face. "Come and love your new girlfriend with that marvelous red weapon of yours!"
With effortless grace, the huge animal rose to his feet and padded that last couple of inches to her provocatively naked offering. Lonnie lowered her head and looked down between her breasts to see him positioning himself between her slightly spread legs, her breathing quickening as automatically she spread them further for him. She watched the dog poise his furry head against her full, flushed thighs, fleeing memories of last night's oral loving racing intoxicatingly through her lust-incited mind. She heard her own animalistic little whine when his hot breath taunted the sparse pubic curls between her legs ... Then his cool, wet nose brushed against the impulsive, desire-filled flesh of her cuntal slit. She heard him whimper as he sniffed, and she waited impatiently, her thighs opening still wider of their own volition.
"Ahhhh!" Lonnie couldn't hold back the sudden expressive gasp when she felt his damp nose move deeper between her thighs and brush wetly up into the tiny puckered ring of her sensitively exposed anus! "Ohhhh Lord!" she blurted, the moment his irresistible tongue splurged between her widely splayed buttocks to wormingly lick up and down the smooth, fleshed slit surround her snug anal mouth.
With a deep lascivious groan, Lonnie thrust her buttocks back against his fluting tongue, forcing his nose deeper into the up-thrust crevice between her legs. His ravishing mouth nipped up the moist passage and taunted her pussy without mercy. Wild incoherent moans streamed from the policewoman's mouth, pleading and encouraging her guard dog now as he worked like the savage beast he was, the rutting lust of the wild driving him on. She twisted her lush white hips hard against his nuzzling tongue as she reached behind her to spread the rounded cheeks of her ass and give her pet easier access to her tingling vaginal crevice. His wet red tongue lapped the entire length of her cuntal lips for another long agonizing moment, tonguing her to abject, shameless slavery....
Then Brutus was pushing his snout into her wantonly writhing loins, forcing his furry head between her trembling thighs and lifting her up to a high elevation. She was still on all-fours, but in order to obey the German shepherd's strangely urgent demand, she had to draw in her legs from the lower, wide-splayed position and thrust her tautly rounded buttocks up behind her until she was almost kneeling in prayer in front of him. His naked mistress was entirely willing to do as bid, the obscene animal's tongue having driven her to total capitulation, crushing her surface resistance which had been so fragile after she'd been licked by him last night and then fucked by Sam Palmer only hours ago.
But Lonnie turned her head in obscene curiosity nevertheless ... and it was then that she caught sight of Brutus's advanced state of excitement! Her eyes widened with a strange anticipatory tingle as she saw the glistening scarlet cock emerging from the hair-covered sheath below the huge German shepherd's belly. It was wet and hard, the tapered end slipping and dancing lewdly as it continued to slither hotly out of its fleshy concealment, and God! Was it possible he would try to dog-fuck her with it?
A licentious impulse of unbridled animalism raged through the policewoman's lust-charged body, an obscenely mind-shattering urge which fascinated the voluptuously naked Lonnie in its forbidden lewdness alone! But no ... not Brutus! She had only ordered him to lick her cunt with his tongue! Not to try to mate with his mistress as if she were one of his she-dogs in season! No, not Brutus...!
But as Lonnie knelt in fascinated awe, she felt the sleek, handsome beast slowly, paw by paw, mount her upraised thighs. His glistening red penis slipped easily along the sensitive crevice between her buttocks, throbbing with need as it searched eagerly to bury its length into the pink slit of her desire-heated pussy.
Whimpering with newly-acquired frustration, the lust-defeated woman jiggled her nakedly quivering buttocks back in a frenzied effort to grasp the growing animal cock and suck its rigid length into the confines of her throbbing cuntal mound. The sharp tip of Brutus's member kept missing, sliding frustratingly up between her wide-stretched cheeks until, with a tiny moan, Lonnie clenched her buttocks tight and wriggled back and forth, trying to force her massive dog's thick penis into the fiery cock-hungered canal of her vagina. Driven by insatiable desire, the German shepherd thrust blindly, sliding his scarlet hardness through the passion-wettened lips of her cunt and brushing it roughly against her tingling clitoris. Lonnie found that she was breathless, waiting for the final successful attempt by this huge dog to skewer her helpless belly with his massively pulsing erection.
Moaning, almost screaming now as the air burst from her lungs, Lonnie reached behind her for the wet slippery head of his dog-cock, and guided it up into the gripping entrance of her shamelessly aroused pussy. She sighed with blissful sensation as it suddenly sank deep into her hotly awaiting loins. There was hardly time to linger, though, as it spread her passion-dilated cuntal passage open with a rapid-fire pace. Like the powerful animal he was, Brutus fucked his searing dog-cock deep up into the far hidden depths of his mistress's passion-filled belly. She gasped and cringed beneath him, her mind a blank of sensual desire, the very heart of her womanhood aflame with a soul-scorching wave of unequaled lust!
Maddening delights of unholy ecstasy quickly filled her lewdly submissive nakedness, and the frantic young policewoman could do no more than groan and squirm as she offered the whole of her nakedly spread loins back up against him. She bowed her head a second time to watch between her dancing breasts as his scarlet rod of stiffened penis slithered in and out of her raging vagina like a bestial jackhammer. Base lust saturated her slaving body as she sensually pumped her rounded buttocks upwards and backwards onto his ever-spearing penis, skewering herself deeper and deeper with heavenly delight into her seething belly. Neither she nor her dog heard the gasp in the doorway of her bedroom, nor did they see Sam Palmer and his roommate Olin, standing in transfixed disbelief at the obscenely carnal view before their eyes...!
"I don't believe it!" Sam groaned in a soft, choked voice.
Olin's eyes were round as saucers and just about as big, and his flabby mouth hung agape. "That's not Lonnie! Some old diseased whore from Tijuana, I'll go along with that ... but not Lonnie! It can't be her!"
Sam stared with a glazed wonderment as the Department-trained guard dog fucked brutally into the nakedly writhing body of his mistress. God, she was begging Brutus to fuck her, fuck her harder and faster and shoot his alien cum into her cunt! She wanted to feel his animal sperm fill her unsatisfied belly! Her greedy vagina was working hungrily on her vicious pet's fleshy dog-cock as if she were no longer human herself! No ... it couldn't be Lonnie, his Lonnie, the Lonnie who hated sex! But his eyes snapped back to her lust-contorted face, telling him she could be no one else!
"Yes," he whispered in a drawn-out moan. "It's ... It's Lonnie, all right!"
"Incredible!" Olin said.
Lonnie, still unaware that she and Brutus were being watched, groaned aloud with delight at the delicious filling of her stretched vaginal passage by her dog's scarlet penis. She slithered further back on her legs to devour all of his thrusting erection as she felt him humping repeatedly against her buttocks with all the strength of his muscular hips.
"Ohhhhh, you wonderful dog! You marvelous lover, fuck me!" she begged gasping. She was approaching that elusive orgasm again, and her wildly aroused body was becoming more animal than Brutus as she splayed her thighs wider apart, her toes curling into the soles of her feet while rocking to and fro to spur her German shepherd on with his pistoning cock. God, oh God, she .had climaxed with his tongue last night and with Sam's fucking this afternoon ... and now that she had shattered her Puritan shackles which had held her constricted up until now, it would not take long for her newfound wantonness to climax again! With that thick, expanding animal penis digging erotically into her sensitive cunt like a well-oiled machine, the cords on her neck suddenly tightened in an unmistakable sign of what she was experiencing.
"I ... I'm cumminnnggg! Ohhhhh, I'm cummmminnnggg! Fuck me harder, Brutus! Fuck me harder and cum toooo...." The nakedly kneeling policewoman pleaded with a voice shrill with passion, her hands darting back to once again grasp her driving buttocks and pull them farther apart so her dog could surge more of his miracle penis into her belly. Her orgasmic juices flowed wetly out around the German shepherd's still pounding hardness, flowing down the crevice of her vagina and flooding over his hair-covered testicles as they rubbed rhythmically against her tender clitoris below.
Above his mistress's wildly undulating back, Brutus salivated on her naked flesh, digging his forepaws tightly around her waist. The dog fucked into her demonically, while Lonnie beneath him continued to groan out her lightning climax. She could feel the hot waves of his bestial seed shooting deep up into her dilating womb, mixing lasciviously with the pooling sperm Sam had throbbed into her from before. Her head whirled in depraved sensuality as the hot, powerful squirts of dog-semen filled her to the bursting point with sticky moistness. The searing walls of her vagina clasped and unclasped desperately, sucking at the jerking organ like the mouth of a starving child.
Sam Palmer stared in hypnotizing shock when his naked patrol partner began contracting her buttocks in uncontainable ecstasy, squealing at the final eruptions of her orgasm deep in her heaving belly. The thick animal sperm from her dog's penis oozed out of her ravished vagina and rolled down the upraised columns of her legs, while she suddenly displayed soaked pubic hair and pink cuntal flesh as she pitched forward on her face in final satiation.
The German shepherd guard dog backed off his mistress, his quickly deflating cock slipping from her mauled pussy with a lewd sucking sound which echoed obscenely through the ears of the two stunned men who were watching. With almost a smile, the huge dog lowered his head and lapped up the remaining cum fluids that covered her vaginal crevice and inner thighs until there was nothing left but the glistening trail of his saliva gleaming its reflection on her satisfied body....
The police sergeant and his roommate continued to stare in awe at the quivering, quietly moaning woman on the floor.
"The bitch!" Sam hissed unreasoningly.
"As good a name for her as any, considering," Olin agreed.
Under normal circumstances, Sam Palmer would have been furious enough to find his girlfriend screwing around on him. But this was more than he could take, and his real anger was directed at his ego for having been so wrong about her! Lonnie had lied to him, pretending all the bullshit about morals and chastity when all the time she'd been letting her dog fuck the crap out of her! Next thing he'd know, the Department's kennel breeder would be out here saying she raped his dog pack! And his ego, in defense, demanded revenge! By Jesus, he'd take her pride and self-respect away forever! She'd never dare to show her face around the station ever again, not after he got finished with her! Nobody made a fool out of Samuel Q. Palmer without facing the most horrible punishment!
"The fucking bitch!" Sam snarled again, so enraged that though he tried to yell, his voice came out in only a choking whisper.
"So now we know what Lonnie really is," Olin said in his curt, gruff tone. "The thing is, do we leave now before she sees us and sics her lover on our asses?"
"Hell, no! You can skip out if you want, but I'm staying!"
"Uh-huh. Doing what?"
"What?" Sam drew himself up in all his fury, his eyes blazing with hatred and pain as Lonnie squirmed slowly on the floor, the full curve of her naked thighs rotating on the carpet until it became the gentle slip of her smooth round buttocks. "What am I going to do?" Sam repeated, and even though he'd just see her pet dog cum inside of her, the very degeneracy of Lonnie's lewd display made his penis harden in his pants. The very depth of her obscenity made him excited-Jesus, who wouldn't get excited watching such absolute depravity! His erect penis throbbed in his pants with vengeance.
"I'm going to pay her back, Olin," he snarled at last. "I'm going to pay her back-in coin!"
"Well, in that case I might just stick around awhile," his older roommate snickered. "I don't mind admitting I've got a bone on from looking at that dog fuck your girl, and it's feeling like a stone wall is trapped in my drawers. I wouldn't mind sinking it in her ... if you think that might helppay her back properly."
Sam turned to Olin, blinking in surprise at first, but then breaking out into a broad, cynically lurid smile. "I think that might just be the medicine this little cock-teasing slut could understand," he said. "I think between the two of us, we might teach her some things she won't likely forget!"
"We've got a fair amount of catching up to do then, Sam," Olin said, rubbing the stubble on his unshaven cheeks.
Quickly, as if on a prearranged signal, the two men stripped off their clothes and stood naked in the doorway of the bedroom, surveying the scene. Then, Olin stroking his swollen stubby cock and letting his heated cum build up in his testicles, they walked stiff legged over to where Lonnie still lay half-comotose on the floor.