Chapter 6
"Hello, honey-you goddamned whore!"
That voice! Lonnie thought foggily through her alcohol and satiation. I know that voice as well as my own ... She rolled over on her back and squinted through lust-smoked eyes. And then she saw the tall, muscular man standing over her, his fists clenched angrily at his sides, another man who was shorter and heftier lounging nearby.
"Oh no!" she gasped out loud as she peered intently at the contorted face of the man she thought was in love with her. But Sam Palmer was no longer that sympathetic, gentle man she'd once believed ... He was a complete stranger now, his features twisted cruelly into lines of enragement, mirroring his desire for vengeance and punishment. Dear God, he'd seen! He knew! They both knew!
"Yes, honey, it's me," he sneered down at her. "Sam Palmer, remember? And you remember Olin Hale, my roommate, don't you? You've met him a couple of times before...."
For a moment, the entire bedroom was as blurred as the words that Sam was saying to her, drunken thoughts whirling incoherently through the young policewoman's shattered mind. Sam was here with that Olin Hale creep ... and were her eyes deceiving her? No! They were both naked! Naked and their penises were in full jutting erection! But why? What were they planning to do...? Her mind returned to what Sam was saying....
"Now, Olin here, he doesn't have any pedigree, any more than I have. But we're good mongrel stock, all red blood instead of blue blood in our veins, and certified by the S.P.C.A. You think we'll do for you, honey, now that you've worn out ol' Fido here?"
"Sam! Sam, please, you don't understand!" she pleaded, her eyes wide with disbelief at the sight and sounds she was receiving. "You don't know what you're saying!"
"I know exactly what I'm saying, you slut!" he roared down at her. "We've been watching you a good fifteen minutes! What more do we need-a guided tour?"
"Please, please listen to me," she moaned, her words sounding useless and pathetic even to her own ears. "Let me explain, please...."
"No need, Lonnie." Sam stared down at the naked policewoman on the carpet with hard, contemptuous anger in his face. "No need at all. In fact, the less you say the better it'll be."
"No, Sam," she sobbed. "Don't say that. Don't look at me that way, don't, please. You don't know what I've gone through...."
"One of the Department's German shepherds, that's what you've gone through!" He spat the words so harshly and cruelly that she winced beneath their impact. He leaned over and grasped her naked shoulders hard in his hands, digging his fingers deep into the softness of her cringing flesh. "How many other dog pounds have you gone through, Lonnie? Christ! The whole damn thing is unbelievable!"
Lonnie quivered in horror and shame. She tried to speak again, but her common sense told her it would do no good. She didn't know this brutal man; he was a stranger, and her humiliation was replaced by the fear that he and Olin Hale might kill her.
He closed his hands tightly around her throat and pulled her upwards toward him. But the sudden movement and the savage pressure of his hands on her throat caused her to jerk herself away and fall back sprawling on the floor.
"You bitch!" he snapped. "I didn't see that you were squirming away from Brutus!" He slapped her face hard, flat across the cheeks, jerking her head to one side so hard she feared certainly he had broken her neck. She tried to twist away from his madness, but he only slapped her again, this time across the other cheek.
"Stop it, Sam! Stop it or I'll ... I'll call Brutus!"
"I dare you!" he laughed mockingly down at her. "Go on, I dare you to sic him on me or Olin, because if you do, you better be sure he kills us."
"Right, sweetie," Olin chimed in for the first time. "You can't do nothing to us, not without blowing your own little secret. You better just pat your dog and tell him to stay quiet, if you know what's good for all of us!"
"You wouldn't want for me to yell cops, would you?" Sam added with a sneer. "I think I can find one right close by if you do, honey."
Lonnie glanced from Sam to his naked roommate and then back to Sam, catching the wicked gleam in both their eyes. She shut her eyes tightly, hanging her head, her humiliation knowing no bounds. "Oh God," she moaned uncontrollably. "Oh, dear God in heaven. Please, please go away and leave me alone!"
"Why, what's eating you, Lonnie-sweetie?" Olin teased. "Your pride all ruffled because me'n'Sam found out about your little dog-fucking party? Why, I wouldn't worry none if I were you, on account we aren't going to tell anybody ... That is, if you're nice about it."
Lonnie's stomach knotted and convulsed as if it had turned inside out. There was little question what lewd thoughts were in that beer-bellied man's mind, but still she sought to play naive.
"Wh-what do you mean?"
"Come on, honey," Sam chuckled. "You're smarter than that. Just say it's Be Kind to Dumb Animals Week around here, okay? And we're all a bunch of dumb animals when it comes to you!"
Lonnie felt her mouth twisting into a harsh, miserable grimace of horror. The ghastly truth was that she was going to be forced to submit unwillingly to these two men in order to avoid a still worse fate. Suddenly she felt nauseous, as vivid memories of Sam crouching over her this afternoon with his hard thick penis ramming up inside her defenseless pussy came flooding back to her mind. The blood drained from her face as she begged Palmer beseechingly:
"Please, please don't make me! Not like this, in front of your roommate!"
"All right, honey," he said with a malicious tone. "All right, you won't do it in front of my roommate. You'll do it first in front of his roommate! Then, in due time I'll fuck you too, you bitch! I'll ream you out like a gun barrel when I think you've earned it!"
"Nooo! No, not ... not with him! I don't like him!" she babbled hysterically. "I ... I don't even know him!"
"Then how can you tell you don't like him? Look at the bright side of things, honey-there isn't a better way of getting to know a stranger, is there? Why, you two will be bosom buddies afterwards, I bet!"
"I won't!" A defiance rose in Lonnie's chest as she considered the loathsome plans they had in store for her. "I won't! You can't make me!"
But then came the warning voice booming out her protests. "The hell we can't! You can take it the easy way and enjoy it, or the hard way and get it anyway-dog-fucker!"
The naked policewoman's blood turned to ice as she heard Sam call her the obscene name. It was a further brazen reminder of the vicious hold he held on her life, and the fact that even if he didn't get too rough with her because of Brutus, he would have no compunction about following through with his blackmailing threat. Dear Lord, there was no way to resist him or Olin from using her body as a helpless toy in their brutal quest for revenge and satisfaction ... satisfaction that would only cease when they had both inundated her soft, resilient belly with their hateful sperm.
She relaxed and gave up her defiance. She knew she would eventually have to give in, anyway, and there was nothing left now but the horrible, humiliating submission to their every obscene desire. This would be retribution for being the abandoned whore she knew she'd become ... and retribution is never kind! Still ... the dismal prospect of lying beneath the man she'd thought loved her while he treated her as nothing more than a fleshy recepticle for his lewdly gushing sperm was a thousand times more degrading than submitting to that ugly old roommate of his! If ever she'd hoped to respond passionately to Sam, she knew it was beyond redemption now! She'd surrender because she had to ... but only in tormenting pain.
Abruptly, Olin Hale came across to stand in front of her, his thick stub of a penis stretching out menacingly from his hirsute loins beneath the overhang of his paunchy belly. Lonnie stared at it in tearful awe, for in comparison to Sam's, which seemed to her larger than average to begin with, his was gargantuan in girth!
"Like it, sweetie?" Olin leered vulgarly, one hand stroking his heavy foreskinned erection when he caught her stare fixed upon it. "What I don't have in length, I make up for in width! One hairpin I knew called it a German blood-sausage! It looks a little like one, eh?"
"It's a pip, Olin!" Sam laughed.
Lonnie trembled and moaned in uncontainable dread, their foul and humiliating threats having an effect on her naked body she could not understand. Lord, even the familiar sight of Sam's massive hardness sent chills of horrified apprehension rippling up her spine! Yet the utterly obscene abuses they intended to commit upon her cowering flesh were setting off undeniable sparks of fascination in her belly and loins that she could not believe! There was no question that she was going to receive a savage and unmerciful comeuppance ... why should she have even the slightest perverse anticipation for it?
And then Olin Hale was slipping down on the carpeted bedroom floor beside her and wrapping his pudgy arms around her naked flesh, pulling her tightly to him. They lay pressed together, his rigid cock insinuated all the way through her soft inner thighs and trapped on the other side between the crevice of her fright-clenched buttocks, his lips clamping obnoxiously over her mouth. He moved his heavy loins hungrily against her naked pelvis, and then she felt his hardened male shaft taunting through the cringing pink lips of her dog-fucked vagina. The immediate contact of his blunt warm cock-tip against the semen-coated flesh of her sensitive cunt instigated teasing sensations unwantedly through her nerves.
"Nooo!" she gasped tormentedly, as waves of shame and fear flowed hotly through her mind. "No, Sam ... don't let him do this to me! Please!"
"Would you rather have Brutus again, bitch?"
Lonnie sobbed uncontrollably at the cutting remark, trying to press her thighs together to deny Sam's awful roommate an entrance into her trembling belly. But she was on her side, helpless, her whitely shimmering buttocks a quaking spectacle that only urged the naked Olin on stronger. He clutched the straining ass-cheeks in one hand, forcing them closer to his searching loins. His erect penis slid along her hair-fringed pussy-slit, inserting itself in the pink moist slit between her swollen vaginal lips and sliding up to tease her involuntarily hardening clitoris. Her unconscious mind rebelled against the twisting grinding motion, but the small lewd stabs of pleasure he was physically producing with his cock seemed to stroke the masochistic fires within her belly.
"Bend your leg," Olin commanded breathlessly. "Raise up and then hook your leg over my ass, so I can fuck you from below, with you straddling me like a horse!"
"I ... I won't!" Lonnie gasped out in defiance, but her voice lacked conviction or strength. Her determined boyfriend stood over her and brought his hand down hard against her trembling buttocks with a smack that echoed through the bedroom.
The policewoman's scream followed an instant later. "Ahhhhh!" she cried out, and whimpered against the searing sensation that cut her to the bone. "Ohhhh, that hurt!"
"It'll hurt a hell of a lot more if you don't mind what he says," Sam growled down at her. "A thick cock fucks better this way."
She hesitated a second longer, and then slowly drew up her leg and snaked it around Olin's arching flanks until she was riding on top of his hips. "Olin wasted no time, reaching immediately down between their naked bellies then and grasping his pulsating penis, moving it up tight to the elastic opening of her cringing cunt. He watched with gleaming eyes as Sam's beautiful girlfriend groaned in humiliating torment ... and then he flicked forward, driving his overly-thick cock vengefully upwards through the warm soft folds of her vagina and feeling its lips close unwillingly over the blunt bulbous head of his swollen manhood. He humped his fleshy buttocks then, surging his hard, stocky penis up into the warm grotto up between her anguished thighs.
Lonnie winced as she felt the lips around her throbbing pussy being forced painfully wide, their tender snugness giving way to Olin's harsh brutal pressure. She had hoped that the natural lubrications left over from the delicious fucking by Brutus would ease this horrid man's rapine assault, but even though she was wetly slippery with secretions and semen, the almost inhuman thickness of Olin's stumpy cock was threatening to rip her vagina apart. She squealed a throaty wail:
"Ohhhhhhhh God! It hurts! It hurts!"
Olin Hale reveled in that. He was elated to hear this snotty woman painfully crying out her despair and hurt, and he thrust upward again, harder, listening intently for her deeper whines. He wanted to feel her squirming above him, broken of spirit and no longer repulsed by his thick cock fucking into her. That would be the ultimate pleasure for him, to turn this proud, independent bitch into a soft, feminine slave without control, overpowered by her need to be fucked by him until she couldn't stand up straight. The idea raced through Sam's bloated roommate's loins like an electric shock, and suddenly he wanted her to scream again.
He rammed up into her defenseless little belly with everything he had, sinking his lust-inflated erection all the way to its hilt. He felt his semen-bloated testicles hit respondingly against her writhing thighs as she ground her twitching buttocks against his hand which once more had her imprisoned in its grip.
She screamed! "Arrggggg! Dear Lord, nooooo!"
Her naked body was pinned helplessly against him as if impaled by a stake from beneath. With her every jerk the rampaging plunge of the older man's cock seemed to burrow up deeper and deeper into her pussy, but Olin was in no mood to give her an ounce of respite. He immediately began a harsh, revolving motion with his pelvis, grinding his penis tightly into her helplessly trapped vagina, expanding the fearfully hesitant wall of her cunt beyond all reason.
Lonnie could sense the muscles of his powerful buttocks flexing as he began a painful sawing motion in and out of her moist, wide-stretched cunt, building always toward more urgent strokes until he was thrusting up and down spitefully from the apex of his withdrawal, and battering her torture-wracked loins back down hard against his tree-trunk shaft of flesh. She was certain her belly would be ripped down the middle and she would be rent in half from this gigantic wedge raping her straddling cunt. The searing, invading hardness felt as though it would burst through her throat from beneath, as its bloated cock-head pumped harder and faster up against her tender cervix, rocking her hips and thighs in the talon-like clutch of his fingers as they dug painfully at the soft flesh of her buttocks....
But then, again an irrational measure of masochistic sensuality tingled upwards from her agonized vagina without rhyme or reason ... and she tossed her head back and forth, clenching her eyes shut to the sight of her two lovers-Sam Palmer and Brutus, watching her tormenting degradation....
Sam was staring with grinning satisfaction, stroking his massive erection near the plunging bodies as Lonnie rode the bucking bronco of Olin's big cock. Damn, but it was absolutely the lewdest rape he'd ever witnessed! He had to get his share of Lonnie or blow his frigging mind!
"I'm coming in, Olin!" he called out to his roommate. "Don't hog it all!"
Then Lonnie felt the warmth of a hairy masculine body settling down beside her head. She looked up from where she was bent over on her knees above Olin, and, dimly at first, she saw something long and thick and jutting toward her. In a single gasping instant she realized it was Sam's penis! But what ...?
"Suck me, Lonnie," she heard Sam snarl at her. "Suck my prick, and suck me good!" He crawled forward on his knees, his hardness quivering inches from her moistly trembling lips. "Go on, you bitch, suck it!"
"Nooo!" she gasped to unhearing, uncaring ears. She tried to avert her mouth, but his hardened cock was pushed forward until its slick rubbery head was pressing against her chin and moving insinuatingly across her cheek.
"Jesus, you slut, you whore!" she heard Sam shout with mounting frustration and anger. "Open that goddamn mouth of yours and swallow my pecker!"
God, she couldn't! Being fucked half to death by one man was punishment enough! To engage in so sordid a perversion at the same time was too much to ask of her! She felt sickened at the thought of his lewd male sperm pumping heatedly into her throat and stomach, and she rolled her head from side to side, moaning: "No ... no, I can't ... not!"
Sam pinned her face still with one hand harshly pinching her chin. With his other hand he guided his lustfully swollen erection straight toward her cringing lips, snarling angrily as he did: "You listen here, bitch! You suck me off ... or a hell of a lot more cops are going to find out about what went on here than just you and I ... you get me straight?"
Lonnie ceased her useless resistance, her original loathing slowly becoming a sense of total defeat. There was nothing she could do but follow his perverted commands. She opened her lips and let Sam slide his hardened penis into the warm, moist recesses of her gagging mouth. God, she reasoned nebulously, if that little girl in the park last night could take her boyfriend's penis in her mouth, then certainly I can somehow manage to stand the taste of Sam's in mine! If only Sam would be halfway human about it!
But instead, the sergeant held her head firmly with his hands and began pumping up into her mouth with vicious impatience, causing her to cough and sputter as he rammed his shaft to the back of her throat, its full length nearly disappearing between her automatically ovaling lips. She struggled for her breath, able to catch only small gasps of fetid air on his outstroke.
Sam groaned incoherently as he kneeled above Lonnie's bobbing head. He wanted her to make him cum and he wanted to make her swallow it, so that she would always know that he had bent her completely to his will. She was nothing but a hypocritical liar, lording as a cop over everybody and acting like a little goody two-shoes, while secretely practicing every perversion in the goddamn book. He wanted to prove to this dog-lover once and for all who was boss, who was a man! He flexed his loins back and forth at the lewdly rounded hole formed by her thirsting lips, sneering down at her contorted face in deriding exultation:
"Yahhh, dog-fucker! You like a man's cock, now that you're tasting one! Go ahead, tighten that lying mouth of yours around my meat and suck some more!"
Lonnie did as Sam desired, feeling at the same time the tendrils of sordid desire growing imperceptibly from the mean debasing thought of her mouth being fucked this way. The naked policewoman sucked her partner's plunging cock with a vengence, as now it slid up and down more fervently between her roundly clasping lips. She sucked to end it, the perverted joy of being treated as the lowest of all gutter tramps permeating her body with revolting fascination and, unbelievably, a slowly growing yearning for more. Lord, there had never been a wreaking of punishment on one woman as these two corrupting men were inflicting on her! They were buffeting her between them like a common slut, with every intention of using her defenseless body as a human disposal for their angered, lust-inspired cum! And she did not deserve anything better!
"Yeah, suck me until I cum in your mouth, baby!" Sam spat caustically down at her. "Suck me until I cum, and when I'm ready to fuck you ... I'll fuck you where you've never been fucked before-not even by a dog! In the ass, bitch, right up in the asshole!"
Lonnie jerked her eyes up to stare pleadingly at Sam, her buttocks reflexively clenching around Olin's pumping cock. "Nooo!" she mewled in muffled protest from around Sam's eagerly sawing cock. "Don't! Not there! I beg of you, not in the rectum!"
"Haaa! That's what all you bitches say until you get it in you!" Sam roared in proud delight. "You didn't know this, honey, but I'm considered the best ass-rider in the state! You wouldn't want us to leave without showing all the treats, now would you! You bet your sweet ass you don't! Haaaa!"
"No! I tell you, no, Samuel Palmer! You try to do that to me," she brazened through her sucking lips, "and I ... I simply won't stand for it!"
"Oh, that's great, kid. You won't stand for it! I got news for you! You get reamed in the ass from behind while you're leaning over! You won't have to stand for it! Haaaa!"
"I mean it, Sam!" she warned in a misery-laden voice.
"Don't threaten me, you bitch! You will take it in the ass if I want-and I do-and just to teach you, Olin can have his cock sucked at the same time! You won't feel so lonely that way!
But you're going to get fucked in the ass, Lonnie-or else you're going to have the word spread about you in every corner of Butte City!"
His lewd blackmailing words were the last straw. She'd suffered threats and humiliation and sordid depravities until she could no longer think straight, and suddenly reality snapped, and she could no longer take another instant of this hellish torture! She didn't weigh the consequences as she had before in a saner moment of reflection-it was very simply that she was unable to withstand anymore cruelty after two days of complete mental turmoil! If she didn't fight back now no matter what the penalties, she would never be able to win a battle again!
"Brutus!" she cried out in a despairing shriek. "Brutus, help! Attack! Attack!"
"What the fuck! Lonnie, do you know...."
"Attack, Brutus! Now!"
The giant German shepherd leaped to his feet from where he'd been calmly sitting. He bounded toward the naked trio of humans on the carpet, snarling with his fleshy lips pulled back tight over long ivory fangs.
"Ohhhhhhhh shit!" the horrified Olin yelped, freezing in his position beneath the kneeling policewoman. "Don't let him bite my balls off!"
Sam, too, stiffened where he was. His penis was in mid-stroke in Lonnie's mouth, and she had still not pulled away from its glistening length, her orders being cried out around its turgid hardness. "Damnit, Lonnie, I wasn't kidding! You call off that fucking dog of yours, or so help me...."
"Attack!" Lonnie called out defiantly, and for good measure bit down hard with her teeth on the swollen hard flesh of Sam Palmer's penis.
"Yeeeipe!" Sam hooted in pain, but the growling guard dog kept the naked man from moving away from Lonnie's mouth. Brutus advanced on his leathery pads, still grumbling as he passed Sam and started along the other side of his mistress's hunched form. It was as if he could not figure out exactly who to attack in the menage a trois before him, or even if his mistress's strangely muffled call for help was meant in earnestness. He moved around behind Lonnie's nakedly waving buttocks, everybody in a hushed, wondrous statue of figures, waiting to see what the dog would do before making any fancy moves. Brutus sniffed the air, pausing ... he turned his shaggy head around as though testing the scents in every direction, and then moved closer to Lonnie's backsides as if curious about the piquant feminine odors he'd recently learned to enjoy. He stepped over Olin's trembling legs and closer to Lonnie's whitely exposed loins.
"No, Brutus!" the naked policewoman commanded. "Attack the men! Attack the men!" She tried to squirm her face around and lower her buttocks, but her dog suddenly growled in a genuinely menacing way and Lonnie froze again in apprehension, thighs spread wide apart on either side of Olin's hips, her folded legs pressed against the carpet as she kneeled over the man. Brutus's warning was clear ... and she was afraid to move as the giant dog snarled again, his great panting muzzle nosing as it had before against her defenselessly up-turned vaginal crevice.
"What the hell is he doing back there, Sam?" Olin whimpered up at his rommate.
"Damned if he's not sniffing her ass!" Sam said, and then he laughed out loud, a big belly laugh that made his still hardened penis tremble in Lonnie's mouth. "You sure trained him well, honey! He knows exactly what you want when you're hunched over like this! Haaa, this is rich!"
"Hey, now wait a minute!" Olin called up again in panic. "I'm back there inside this broad! What's that mutt going to do about that?"
"I dunno, Olin! Bite yours in two I guess, so he can take over!" He watched as his roommate shivered in dread, and laughed heartily some more. "Better not bend over on the job, Lonnie-you'll be too busy getting him off you to catch any crooks! Oh Jesus, this is too much!"
It was too much, though in a different way for the shamefully squatting policewoman. Mortified to the point of tears and recognizing Brutus's lethal warning growl, she could only shake with humiliation and fear before the snarling German shepherd. God, did he think this was more games for him? Did he think that now he was master and she his pet ... to be ordered at will to mate with him? Ohhh, this was the most horrible thing that could have happened, and now even Brutus was helping punish her for her immoral transgressions! It wasn't fair!
Brutus lowered his head to the familiar upturned buttocks and sniffed them with renewed appreciation. His tail wagged with fond memories of the pleasure that fragrant crevice between her thighs had given him twice already, and his body trembled with the assumption that his mistress was acting like a bitch in heat who needed taming for frequent use. Lonnie moaned in shame and anguish as the cold nose suddenly made contact again with her tiny, puckered anus. She tensed as his familiar tongue snaked out and licked wetly up and down, the tip curling and licking around the hair-fringed softness where Olin's penis was inserted ... and then moving moistly up to burrow slightly in her outer anal ring. For a moment, she tried to squirm away, but the dog growled again and Sam's hands grasped her tightly around the face, holding her immobile and impaled between the two rigidly thrusting cocks.
"That's it, Brutus!" Sam called out encouragingly. "Go on! Lick her! That'll show she trained you ... so lick the little bitch's pussy and asshole!"
The dog began to greedily lap his narrow pink tongue between her thighs with practiced supplication. He ran his tongue wetly the full length of it, from the tightly filled edges of her cock-stuffed cunt up to the tiny sensitive circle of her puckering anus. Lonnie jerked spasmodically as she squirmed in humiliation, Brutus's betraying lappings and sniffings of her loins making her wish that she were dead! She wished the ground would open up beneath her and swallow her forever! But despite her shame and degradation, she found herself shuddering and chilling from the lewdly evil stimulation he was forcing her to enjoy this time. His merciless tongue once again was lashing her to servile defeat. His strong hairy body lurched crazily against her and the continual rough bestial laving on her sensitive genitals crushing her resistance with its vigorous and unrelenting attack.
To her horror, Lonnie discovered that, as before, she was unable to fight the fire Brutus's talented mouthings furnaced in her loins. Every muscle in her body was tensed as she strained her hips back against the maddening probe between her buttocks. Oh God! The dog's tongue felt better than ever between her legs! How could she deny it? How could she deny the very sensation which had caused her to be caught in this despairing situation? She couldn't ... she couldn't, for another instant! Her updrawn thighs opened and closed around the tormenting penis that was trapped in her vagina, and in response, Olin began to tentatively fuck back up inside of her again. The lips of her mouth clasped involuntarily tighter as she started sucking Sam's cock with a newly-acquired gluttony, as if she'd always wanted to have his hardness thrusting between the cheeks of her mouth.
"Mmmmmm! Mmmmmm!" she moaned, splaying her legs wider and higher to give the magnificent dog greater access. "Mmmmm!"
"Why don't you fuck her now, Brutus!" taunted Sam as, once again, he began pumping into her ovaling lips. "Go on; why don't you! Climb on for the ride of your life!"
The huge German shepherd seemed to understand what Sam was saying, and even though the policeman was not his master, he leaped to obey. He mounted the spread mounds of Lonnie's back, just as he had a few moments before, his glistening penis sliding and dancing out of its hairy sheath in renewed erection, its tapered point this time tickling against her hot, wet anal opening as the animal jerked impatiently over her naked body. The narrowly expanding crevice was visibly throbbing in lurid invitation-the wet moist furrow held wide apart by the pressure of her thighs pressed tightly down against Olin's hips. Lonnie could feel the hugeness of the dog's fleshy hardness jerking between her widespread ass-cheeks for a second time tonight, and it was driving her wild with sensations, just as it had before. But where? Where could Brutus fuck her now? Olin was already in her cunt....
"Reach back and put his cock in your ass," Sam lewdly suggested. "I don't mind taking seconds!"
God, no! Not in her rectum! It had scared her witless to contemplate Sam making love to her there ... but to be sodomized by her own dog instead would be the ultimate in degrading perversion! Then, strangely, the tiny bit of whore inside her broke forth in a tingle of masochistic excitement. She suddenly wanted Brutus to fuck her in the anus! Her belly was screaming for it!
She took one hand and reached down underneath the hotly grinding flesh of their naked bodies to grasp the full length of her dog's heavily pulsating cock. She stroked it reverently, guiding it up the valley of her buttocks until it was poised at the pinkish round hole of her puckered little anus. She held it there with one hand drawing with all her might to pull it into her rectum. God, yes! Yes, she wanted the dog to fuck her in the ass!
"Come on, Brutus! Fuck me there!" she mumbled through the cock stuffing her mouth. "Fuck me there!"
And Brutus did! With a growl of bestial delight, he jerked forward, and she felt a slight pop of her sphincter muscle-and then a sudden pain so unbearable that she twisted and groaned in an effort to get away. She jerked forward, trying to throw the dog off her, but as she jerked up, Brutus rammed down and imbedded his thick rock-hard dog-penis all the way into the soft tight tunnel of her anus.
"Uggg, God!" she grunted in pain.
The lewdly smiling Sam Palmer leaned down to whisper in his girlfriend's ear, "Like being fucked in the ass by your dog?"
And that made it a million times worse, to know that her every reaction was being gloated over by this man and his roommate. His words and insults were mockery to her, droning on until some of the pain in Lonnie's rectum from the giant dog's entry began to ease a little.
But then, "Ugggg!" she grunted, as the dog began fucking into her anus with the same frenetic humping with which he'd fucked her in the cunt before. His tapered animal cock seemed like an unrelenting fist pummeling her unmercifully, expanding with each thrust down into her tightly gripping rectum. Lonnie strained back against the grinding assault, groaning incessantly as still more of the initial agony subsided. She sensed lewdly rising sensations of rekindled lust were being fed by the very helplessness of her obscene squirmings beneath her rapacious pet, Brutus, fucking inhumanly into her hopelessly impaled rectum, giving her no respite from the growing pleasure building ... building ... deep inside her belly.
Lonnie's body slowly felt itself come alive again. The pain had receded to where she could only feel a maddening electric fire burning uncontrollably deep within her ravaged rectum. It seared relentlessly deep within her ravaged rectum. It seared relentlessly through her ragged nerves, growing into a fiery ball of aching belly hunger for more. She rotated her thighs from side to side around the two fleshy impaling cocks, her vagina and anus dilating in time to their harshly pumping thrusts. They felt as if they were fusing deep up inside her belly with the sadistic Sam's penis fucking her mouth. They had crawled into her and had become one with her! And she was one with them all! She and Olin and Sam and especially darling Brutus! They were all one fleshy mass of wild erotic sensation, and the wanton policewoman rocked to their delightful punishment, pleading to be hurt by them, to be torn apart and defiled by the man in her cunt and the man in her mouth and especially the lewd dog humping her in the rear!
"Fuck me! Ohh, all you bastards, fuck me gooooodd!" she crooned around the penis surging in her mouth. "Fuck me all and cummmm!"
None of the three brutish males needed further encouragement, and together they rammed repeatedly into the writhing woman caught between them, even Brutus whining passionately as they all searched for that final crest of orgasm! Then....
"Ahhhh ... Christ! I'm cummmmmiiinnnggg!" Sam Palmer abruptly shoved his penis all the way to the back of her mouth, and her lips tugged at its wet shaft as its blunt tip burst with cream-thick semen. He cursed vilely, spewing forth obscenities and curses along with the rich hot stream of his pungent sperm. She clasped her mouth in a tight band around his ejaculating flesh, wanting to suck it dry, to hurt him and punish him for the bitter humiliations he was forcing her to enjoy. It seemed to go on forever, until at last his throbbing cock gave one last spurt and ceased. Sam fell away from her then, his shrinking cock slithering uselessly from her still-sucking lips, thin strings of his white viscid seed stretching from them to his flaccid penis....
"Ooooohhhh yes! Yes!" Lonnie began to chant then in a litany of perverted desire, responding to each lunge in her lust-enraged vagina and rectum. Furiously, Olin and the dog punished her, and she gave them back wantonness every stroke they delivered into her. "Yes ... Yes! Cum now! I ... I'm cummmiiinnngg toooo!"
Olin grunted and groaned, and at the same moment his roommate's girlfriend felt the thick boiling liquid of his climax shooting deep up into her cunt, her own orgasm struck. Delicious spasms of carnal delight rocketed through Lonnie, and she could feel every contraction of his hard, spewing erection as he jerked out his boiling seed deep up into her welcoming womb where it mixed lasciviously with Sam's and Brutus's cums and her own orgasmic secretions.
Then she heard a weird howling moan coming from her dog's constricted throat as Brutus approached his second climax of the night. She thrust back against the magnificently pummeling animal, her breathing only harsh pants from her lungs as she felt the throbbing animal cock spitting out its jet-stream of cream-like dog sperm into the hidden recesses of her ravished rectal passage. Thin white fluid trickled from her tightly locking anal muscles, and small trails of his warm wet animal cum trickled slowly down between her thighs to mingle on the carpet with the other puddling liquids. Her backsides glistening, displaying soaked pubic hair and pink cuntal flesh, Lonnie slowly rolled off the two now-limp cocks which had so completely filled her anus and pussy. She lay in a state of near-nirvana between the naked bodies of Sam Palmer and Olin Hale, her legs falling open loosely from the warm sense of satisfaction which flowed through her lifeless flesh.
Lonnie's German shepherd stood above her, wagging his tail in obvious satisfaction. And then, whimpering for his loving mistress, Brutus lay down contentedly between her open legs, his giant head gently nuzzling into the soft, dark-curled slit of her dually ravished pubic mound....