Chapter 6
Both men were feeling her off. For a few minutes, the two of them wedged the nearly naked girl between them, stripping off what remaining clothes they had on and hunching at her.
She moaned, trying to pretend she was unreceptive to their fucking motions. But her pussy temperature was going up. When Burt shoved a hand between her legs, then slid it up to her cunt to feel all the thick wet warm juice oozing from her slit, Ginny knew all pretending was over. The sensation of Burt's fingers crawling around the insides of her thighs as Paul Martin's dick prodded her ass made her twist with excitement. No, she didn't want to get away any more.
Two studs-two big dicked studs were going to fuck her, maybe at the same time. The thought of having two cocks sliding in and out of her terrified the girl as well as excited her. She could only think of her asshole as being the logical place for such a double fuck. It would kill her to have a dick rammed up there.
"Let's take her downstairs, man. I wanna see her in action with Mike," Burt said.
"Who . . . who's Mike?" Ginny stammered.
Neither man would answer. Paul Martin nodded, rubbing his dick against the girl's ass. He took her by the hand and led her back to the kitchen.
"No, no!" Ginny cried, pulling back. She spread her legs apart and hunched back her ass, yanked her arms, tossed her head from side to side, dug her feet into the thick carpeting-anything to keep from going down with them. They were planning something horrible-something other than fucking. She could see that in their eyes. Their cocks were hard, but hard for something other than fucking her in the cunt. And they were going to take her in the basement, not upstairs to Paul Martin's bedroom.
"Come ON!" Paul said, reaching back to help his student.
"NO!" Ginny screamed, successfully pulling one hand free and scratching Paul's face.
"Damn her!" he shouted, jerking one hand up to his cheek. A trickle of blood oozed from the small wound inflicted by the struggling girl. "Little bitch," he hissed, raising one hand.
Ginny flinched, but she was too slow for the flying fist. She could see the hand coming at her like a hammer. There was a dull thudding sensation, then everything went black.
When she awoke she felt something warm and wet on her face. The girl giggled, reaching up and trying to push away the strangely pleasant sensation. When she opened her eyes and turned her head she saw a large black Doberman towering over her.
"OH!" Ginny cried, flinching away from the animal. Then she felt something hard, cold and scratchy scraping the soft flesh of her back.
She was on the cold concrete basement floor,, propped up against cement block wall. Her legs were spread apart. To one side stood an adult Doberman Pincer with a black studded collar around his thick neck. Two bright warehouse lamps dangled from the wooden rafters, poorly illuminating the large basement. The temperature was warm, yet Ginny felt chilled.
The dog backed away when the young girl fully regained consciousness. At first Ginny couldn't see anyone else around, and she thought of escaping. Movement just behind the large furnace told her Burt, Paul or both of them were down here. She hugged her tits protectively again, watching the shadows move in the other part of the basement and wondering what horrors they'd planned for her.
"Hey, she's awake, man!" Burt said.
"Good," Paul said, walking out from behind the furnace. In his hands he had a pair of cuffs. "Maybe she'd like to wear these. It'd keep her down here until we're ready to let her go."
"I'll tell everyone on you," Ginny said childishly.
"I don't think you will, especially when you get a load of the pictures we're going to take of you," Paul said, nodding at his accomplice.
Ginny looked past Paul's shoulder and saw the young athlete coming out with a Polaroid camera. She shivered with revulsion.
"The team's gonna love gettin' plenty of these pictures. Besides, we can make a fortune selling them to all sorts of places-porno shops, distributors, man, you're gonna be famous!"
Ginny wrinkled her forehead and looked with horror at the two men. They were going to make her some kind of smut star, and against her will. No, she wouldn't let them abuse her like that.
"I won't," she said petulantly, starting to scramble to her feet. A sharp bark, followed by a deep-throated growl, put an end to any idea of escaping.
"Mike doesn't appreciate anyone leaving before her appointed time," Paul said, sneering at the girl, then motioning with one hand toward Burt to start taking photos. The flash temporarily blinded Ginny. The girl raised her arms and tried covering her eyes. Then she felt something wet on belly. Oh God, it was the dog!
"No, get away!" she cried. Raising one hand she arched her arm in a wide blow. But the dog was fast, jumping back. He came back, sliding his nose between her moving thighs and bumping the underside of her pussy mound. When Ginny tried to knock him away again, jerking up her legs to kick the Doberman in the snout, Paul ordered her not to make a move.
He was going to photograph her with the dog. She could sit there and take it, or he'd knock her around and take the shots anyway. In the end she'd lay there unable to do anything to counter their moves.
"Ohhhh!" the girl moaned, closing her eyes and thinking about how sure she'd been of herself. Sure, she was old enough to know what she was doing. Nobody could tell her anything. And now she was trapped in the basement of her teacher's house, posing for dirty pictures and getting herself licked off by an animal! She felt fouled, dirty-unbelievably obscene and filthy!
"That's it, baby, that's it, Ginny, just let the dog do what he wants to," Paul said, moving up to his student, who aimed the lens at the girl and Mike. Reaching down, he stroked his stiff cock as he kept an eye on what was happening some five feet in front of him. "She's gonna get hot with the dog. You can bet on that. She's the type to start kicking at the beginning and then get right into the action later."
"Don't I know it. Remember, I tapped her cherry first," the athlete said, grinning at his teacher. He turned back and flashed another shot of the girl and the Doberman.
Ginny felt awful. She could feel the animal licking the area just behind her knee. He was toying with her, toying like a human lover. But she couldn't be thinking things like that. She had to think of something besides what has happening to her.
Ginny tried desperately to form pictures of her family in her mind, of anything except of Burt, Paul and their dog, Mike. But then there was the Doberman's flat, cold black nose pushing hotly against her cunt mound. She could feel the sheer nylon of her crotch panel being pressed up between her labes. And God, oh God, she was actually responding to it! She could feel her cunt lips swelling up, getting hot, slick and wet. It was everything they'd been doing upstairs-that and the expectation she'd be fucked by Paul Martin, only to discover he had other plans for her.
No, it couldn't be because she'd turned on to a new way of fucking! Impossible!
"Ohhhh!" Why was she shaking so much? Why did she feel all the strength being sapped from her body? Ginny found herself panting like an animal.
Ohhh, she was so bad, so evil to be responding to the Doberman's affection like this.
She could feel a swelling ball of sexual excitement in her belly. Her titties rolled together, her nipples becoming stiff and twitching. She worked her ass against the concrete floor, feeling the hard surface heating up and getting wet under her buttocks. Mike pushed her trembling thighs farther apart with his large head, licking her legs, her belly, her hips with his rough, wet tongue. Ginny felt the material of her panties quickly soaked through with his doggie spit.
It was horrible! She should be screaming, twisting, trying to get away from this big, terrible dog. But why was she hunching back at his tongue? She was hoping in her heart he'd find a way to peel back the silken crotch panel by himself without her having to skin off her panties.
"Horrible, horrible," the girl gasped, her words sounding so false.
She could smell herself now. Looking up guiltily, Ginny knew the men could also smell the musky odor of her evaporating cunt juice. She could hear Mike growling between her legs. He was twisting his head around, laving her thighs with his tongue, pushing the nylon into her cuntal crack.
"Shit, you're right, Mr. Martin. She's really gettin' it on!"
His words brought the young woman to for a while.
"Nooooo!" Ginny wailed. She twisted her body, managing somehow to get onto her knees. Every movement was so slow, so difficult. Her titties hung from her chest, the sensation of that swinging weight exciting her even more. She had to get away. Blindly the girl stumbled forward, crawling like a dazed animal. The men laughed, backing away and taking shots of her as the dog pursued her across the concrete floor.
Mike went right back to her cunt, shoving his snout forward again. The animal managed to stick his tongue past the elastic legband of her panties this time. The sudden scalding pressure of his tongue as it peeled her cunt lips apart brought her to near collapse. She could feel the soaked nylon being pushed aside. Mike growled low in his powerful throat and braced his paws on the floor as he licked up the flowing juice leaking freely from her slit.
"No, oh God, please, no!" Ginny cried, falling to one side. She curled up her legs and lay in a fetal position, sobbing to herself as she heard the dog prancing around her, whimpering through his flared nostrils, wondering now how he could get at her pussy.
"Over!"
Paul placed his left foot on her shoulder and shoved down hard, rolling her back onto her ass.
Before Ginny could escape, Mike was back. She couldn't pull away from him, couldn't make him stop licking her. He was licking her clit now, keeping the wet, stretched nylon away from her slit.
"No, get back, get back," she cried weakly, trying to hit the animal. But it was no use. She could feel the animal's tongue exploring higher along the insides of her thighs. It felt so marvelously wicked! Why, if it was so revolting, was she so excited? Ginny rolled her ass on the floor, tempted to touch her cunt. And yet, something told her not to. She couldn't do that in front of these men. "No, oh God, don't do that, ohhh ..." Ginny could feel him trying to fuck her with his tongue again. Unbelievably, the girl found herself moving closer to him. Mike whimpered and slid the long tip of his nose from side to side. The wet hot nylon was pressed between her cunt lips. The pressure forced them wide apart. Ginny cried out, rolling her head from side to side on the floor.
This had to be a dream! She couldn't be actually doing this of her own free will.
"Man, better keep her away from the high school mascot. She'd take him on in the locker room in a sec," Burt taunted.
"Yes, yessss," Ginny hissed between her clenched teeth. Oh, God, yes, it was a dream, it had to be!
Ginny sobbed and rolled to one side. The sloppy nylon crotch panel was twisted into a small rope, falling to one side and exposing her swollen labes. The animal growled with excitement and went for her tender slick surfaces.
"Ohhhh!" Ginny cried. The animal seemed crazed. He gouged her thighs and ran his snout up and down the flooded folds of her pussy. She could see her juice was wetting the short fur around his maw. The ticklish sensation of that fur on her slick cuntal membranes was maddening. And when he started twisting his head from side to side again, actually reaming out her tight wet pussy mouth with his snout, Ginny started going crazy. She arched her back up and down, dragging her ass across the room. Putting an icy hand down to her hot wet mound, she could feel the juices oozing from her jagged pussy-slit, wetting her knuckles.
"Man, she's really goin' for it," Burt said, snapping two flash photos of the animal lapping the blonde teenager's bloated cunt lips. Paul pulled the pictures from the camera and waited impatiently for them to develop. The two others had been underexposed. Finally peeling off the top layer, he examined the results of Burt's photography and smiled with satisfaction.
"Yes, yes!" Ginny cried. She didn't want to think of what was happening to her. She knew the animal between her long white legs was licking her off. She knew she was letting him do it to her and was even getting excited by his hot, spirited lapping.
Ginny closed her eyes and tried to think of how logical it was for her reaction to be like this. After all, it was just one hot wet surface against another. What could she be expected to do, sit back calmly? And yet, the thought that a dog was licking her off, getting her excited, burned through every excuse she could muster for her feelings.
Moving her fingers down again, she felt her squishy, steamy cunt. Ohh, how good her fingers felt as they squeezed her trembling cuntal mound. And how wonderfully comforting Mike's tongue felt as it bathed across her knuckles.
Ginny moved her ass up, tilting back her pussy mound and giving the Doberman more of her cunt to eat. He sensed her willingness to play and whimpered through his nose. Now he was bathing the curved bottoms of her ass cheeks with his hot spit, lapping back into the slit of her ass, then moving back to her cunt.
"Take off your goddamned panties, you fuckin' bitch," Paul said in a low voice. He was feeling his cum rising in his dick, threatening to shoot from his cockhead. He'd almost revealed his true intentions yesterday when he came inside Ginny. During orgasm, Paul was an animal, showing his sadism.
Ginny moved her hands up to the elastic waistband of her briefs. Mike growled, rolling up his dark brown eyes and staring at her. She shivered with terror, hooking her fingers under the band and shoving it down. She could feel the spit dampened nylon sticking to her flesh. It wouldn't slide down easily. She had to raise her ass into the air, making the animal nervous again. When she pushed her knees together to slide the damp nylon over her legs, Mike opened his frothing maw and sunk his teeth into her thigh.
"Ohhhhh!" Ginny cried. Her eyelids fluttered open and her head snapped back and struck the wall. The girl's arms flew out and her knees sagged apart. She was moaning, terrified that the big black Doberman was going to rip her apart.
"Hey, you think he's getting too . . ." Burt said, frowning as he watched the animal crouch down and raise his small, powerful ass in the air. Mike was twisting his head from side to side, tugging gently at her flesh without actually piercing it with his sharp white fangs.
"Watch her reaction," Paul Martin said, laying one arm across Burt's waist to prevent the young boy from helping Ginny.
"Noo, oooh, God!" the girl cried, scooting forward in an attempt to go with the dog's movement. Mike growled deeper in his throat, letting go of the girl's thigh and moving farther.
"Watch!"
"OHHHHH!"
Mike had pushed his head between her legs, sliding past the stretched wet nylon still clinging to her legs. He sank his teeth in the moist, warm flesh of her cunt mound.
Ginny was going crazy, collapsing completely to the floor and rolling from side to side. Her arms were stretched out and her fingers clawed wildly at the concrete. She couldn't believe the incredibly exciting feeling attacking her pussy! The tingling sensations of the Doberman's sharp fangs sinking gently into her pussy meat was the wildest thing she'd ever experienced.
The young blonde let out a series of sharp strangled cries, dancing her ass over the concrete and writhing on the floor like a snake. The tendons stood out on the flesh of her legs as the girl stared blankly at the ceiling. Her lungs felt as if someone had pushed out all her air. She tried to say something-anything.
If only she could tell them all how incredibly good this was! And yet, a dog, a horrible dog, was doing this to her! No, she couldn't let herself have such a good time. Somehow she had to fight through the stupor of her own sexuality to stop this insanity!
At that point Mike backed off, opening his mouth and inching away from the girl's juicing cunt. Ginny let out a long, deep sigh, shaking the sweat off her forehead. Her white flesh glistened with perspiration as she moaned and tried crawling away from her tormentors.
But Mike wasn't going to give up. He hadn't really done anything to her yet. The powerful Doberman circled the cringing girl slowly, his eyes riveted to her tits, then to her cunt.
Ginny had completely forgotten about Burt and Paul. All she could think about was the big animal only inches away from her. Was he her friend, or was he trained to kill her?
Then suddenly he was back to her cunt, pressing his snout into her swollen pussy. He licked her again and again, screwing his pointed muzzle into her hole. He was good, oh so good! Ginny kicked one leg into the air and fanned out her toes, dropping her hands to the animal's neck and stroking his short black fur. Panting as hard as Mike was, she pulled her legs back, spreading her knees as wide apart as she could after having pushed her panties over her ankles and kicking them away.
Now she was completely naked, bared for her new lover. Shamelessly she exposed every inch of her wet, dark-pink cunt meat to the growling dog. Mike nuzzled and licked appreciatively, pressing his cold black nose into her soaked cunt. Ginny gasped, wiggling her ass on the wet concrete and bringing her feet together by the sides of his head. She stroked the short fur with her toes, drinking in the deliciously ticklish sensation that hair made on her skin.
"Oh, yes, oh God, yessss!" she hissed, rolling her ass up to the animal. Then she dropped her legs, pressing her feet onto the floor and hunching up to the animal.
Yes, yes, she wanted to be raped by that dog's tongue. Nothing mattered any more except the killing itchy ache between her legs. The big dog could take care of it.
Yes, good doggie, good for Ginny!