Chapter 7
Burt snapped a shot of Ginny snapping her knees together around the Doberman's head, lifting her ass off the wet cement floor and feeding her sloppy cunt meat to him. Her face was a red, contorted mask of lust. Her hair hung behind her bobbing, jerking head while her hands caressed the growling animal's neck and head. She curled her toes, scissoring her legs more tightly around the hunching animal's body. Ohhh, she was so hot! If only she could have the feeling of being filled. Mike was concentrating on her clit, raking it with his tongue until it was sputtering with an electricity Ginny had never known. Sweat ran into her nose, mouth and eyes as the helpless girl panted, wheezed and gasped for her breath.
"Sooooooon," Ginny moaned.
The big animal growled louder, as if he could understand what she had said. She could feel him nuzzling her bloated, juice soaked cunt lips. If a man's dick were inside her now, she'd be milking it with her cunt walls. This she knew from her limited experience with Burt and Paul. Ohhh, the thought that her pussy was empty made her sob in despair! If only she could get something inside her cunt,| something that would force apart her itchy, achy, pussy walls!
"Ohhhh . . . hhhhrrrrr!" the girl groaned, fall-] ing back to the floor and twisting her torso. She clawed at the humping animal. She could feel, something long hard and hot. Ginny guessed it had to be Mike's cock-a pointed, red rubbery prong filled with doggie jizz!
The young blonde had watched dogs fuck in the streets. How ugly their little red dicks looked jerking and bouncing under their hindquarters. How little she guessed then that she'd be under just such a fat knobby dick!
Mike slowed his rubbing and looked curiously at her. Ginny pitched more wildly on the floor, bucking her ass at his open mouth. The Dobermans fangs cut her slightly. That sharp sensation brought screaming groans of pleasure from her tight throat. Ginny raked his fur more desperately with her fingers, pulling him harder against her snatch.
"Man, she's really making it!" Burt cried in amazement. His cock was stiff and twitching as he kept taking pictures of the writhing teenager. Drops of jizz rolled down his dickhead as he watched the girl he'd fucked only a few days ago go wild under a Doberman's tongue.
"Hhhhuuuuurrr!" Ginny tossed her head from side to side, feeling her blonde hair whipping across her face and throat. Her thighs were itching and burning as the hard ball inside her belly started to unravel. She bucked her body so wildly she was afraid Mike might jump away.
But the big Doberman stayed, licking and nuzzling her convulsing pussy. Hot juice flooded from her tight little crack, making the concrete under her ass wetter than before. The wet, smacking sounds of wet flesh and a dog's tongue grew louder and louder. Her cumming was slow, wildly slow. Ginny made a face as if she were in agonizing pain. She fell back, clawing at the concrete as the spasms gradually turned her pussy into a firestorm.
It was ecstasy, nevertheless, to be under Mike's constant licking attention. She jerked and twitched, finally jamming her fingers into her cunt as Mike whimpered and licked her white, shaking knuckles.
When she opened her eyes again, Mike lay quietly beside her. She'd been hugging his strong, soft-furred body. A tangle of thoughts floated over her mind but she drove them away. Then she remembered she hadn't been alone in this. The bright flash of a photographic bulb brought the blonde back to reality.
"Very good, Ginny. I'd say I'd pass you already, just from the performance you gave," Paul Martin said, reaching down to stroke his long cock. He seemed to be debating something.
"Let . . . me . . . go," Ginny said in a soft voice, hanging her head and letting her blonde hair curtain her shamed face.
How could she have let things go so far? Making it with an animal and now they had pictures of her doing it! What would happen if those pictures got out? Her mother and father would have to leave town, give up everything they'd worked for just because their daughter couldn't keep her legs crossed! Ginny twisted her head away from the two staring men and fought back the tears.
"Come on, Ginny, it's not all that bad. We won't let those pictures out to the guys at school. There's plenty other places these can go to," Paul said, moving his fingers up to his fat cockhead and using the jizz dribbling out of the hole to lubricate his rod.
"Hey, Mr. Martin, why don't I get a shot of Ginny givin' you some head? I won't get your face in," Burt said, his eyes glowing with wild excite- ment.
"Not a bad idea, Burt," the older man said, his chest rising and falling with lust.
"Head?" Ginny had heard of the term several times but didn't know what it really meant.
"Sucking, blowjob . . . you know, sticking his cock down your throat," Burt said, enjoying taunting her with those horrible descriptions.
"Oh, nooo!" the girl wailed, jerking back as Paul walked toward her. She looked wide-eyed at the fat, nine-inch cock swaying side to side with every step he took.
"Come on honey. For somebody who's just made it with a dog, you sure have got strange morals. What's wrong about putting that pretty little red mouth around my dick and sucking me off, hmmmmm?" Paul was stroking his cock fast now, milking the flesh, making his balls roll forward and jiggle with the force of his fingering.
"No, I don't want to," the teenager whimpered. Then Paul jerked one hand out and tangled her hair in his fingers. With a grunt he yanked up on the strands. Ginny yelped, her hands flying up and out helplessly while her eyelids fluttered. Her ass rose from the floor, then she bounced back down on the balls of her feet as her titties jiggled and rolled together. The pain was horrible! Ginny thought he was going to rip out her hair by its roots.
"Maybe now you'll think better of it," Paul Martin said, yanking her hair past his naked, thick muscled thighs. Ginny screamed again, curling her fingers into two fists and beating his belly as hard as she could.
The agony was almost nauseating. He was tearing her hair from her scalp! The more she fought, tearing his flesh with her sharp nails, beating his thighs with her fists, even trying to scoot her ass around so she could kick at his swinging balls, the more he pulled, jerking her head back and forth, laughing as Burt took the last shot, then swore as he ran back to a workbench behind the furnace box to open another roll.
"You'll do whatever I ask you to. Understand? If I ask you to eat shit, you'll eat shit! If I ask you to drink piss, you'll drink it!" Paul was losing control of himself as he watched Ginny's helplessness increase.
"Oh God!" the girl cried as he yanked her hair once more. She rose slowly from the floor, her muscles straining and quivering as she flailed at his wrists with her nails. Then he jerked her head down to the floor, and her chin struck the hard cold concrete.
Bright lights exploded in the girl's head as she tasted something warm and salty in her mouth. She'd cut her lip, one of her teeth slicing into the sensitive flesh. One leg kicked to one side and the other buckled under her quivering ass.
"Now suck me off, and suck me off good!" Paul growled.
Ginny stared up at the fat cock inches from her face. She could feel the heat radiating from it, smell the stale odor of dried sweat and cum wafting from his groin. Rolling her eyes up and looking pleadingly at the big man, Ginny realized there was little she could do but comply.
Letting out a defeated groan, Ginny moved her head forward, peeled back her lips, and relaxed her lower jaw. She felt sick, about to throw up! It was a dirty, perverted thing she was about to do. She'd rarely felt so naked, so horribly exposed as now. She could feel the weight of her tits as they swayed and jiggled with every move she made.
As the cockhead came within inches of her pouting lower lip Paul stopped her.
"I think I want to have her rim me."
Before Ginny could ask what he meant she felt a pair of arms holding her while Paul turned around and bent his knees, squatting and thrusting his hairy ass back at her.
"Lick that shitter, baby. Go on and stick your tongue up my asshole."
Ginny twisted her face away, closing her eyes and gritting her teeth. Oh, what a horrible, ugly minded man! The could feed her to a hundred dogs before she'd do that with her mouth.
"Push her up," Paul commanded.
Burt clamped his fingers hard around her upper arms, forcing them behind her back as he jammed his knee into the small of her back. The girl arched forward, screaming in pain. The next thing she knew she was smelling something horribly pungent and musky. Oh, God, her face was up against the teacher's hairy ass and Burt was telling her to open her mouth or he'd snap her spine!
Quivering, helpless, feeling defeated on all sides, Ginny finally did as she was told. She looked up and watched Paul Martin squat farther, almost sitting on her face. His big hands were wrapped around the edges of his rounded hairy buttocks, pulling them apart. She puckered her lips, fighting back the sour taste of bile in her mouth as Burt shoved her forward.
"Huhhhhh!" the girl cried as she tasted the older man's asshole. He was moaning, wiggling his ass back and forth, jamming it farther back so he could better feel Ginny's soft, moist lips on his shitter.
"Hey, man, when I said rimmed, I meant rimmed!'' Paul groaned.
Burt jammed his knee harder into Ginny's back, watching as the girl pitched forward, burying her nose and part of her cheek in Paul's tight ass crack.
"Hey, stick out that tongue and start lapping. You know, lap his ass the way Mike lapped your cunt," Burt said.
Ginny groaned, trying to throw back her shoulders to lessen the pulling pain of the athlete's cruel grip. Reluctantly she did as she was told. She ran her tongue up and down his ass crack, groaning and swallowing the sour taste in her throat as she felt his wiry asshole hairs tickling the insides of her mouth. She could taste something horrible, and the smell! Ginny realized when the teacher told her she'd be eating shit, he hadn't been joking.
"Yeah, babe, yeah. Stick your tongue up my ass, Ginny. Go on, I used to watch you in class and wondered what that little tongue of yours would feel like up my asshole. Now I'm gonna find out!" Paul cried excitedly, mashing his muscular buttocks onto her face.
The blonde teenager felt him centering his shitter over her mouth. Then with another groan, he pushed back. Ginny stuck out her tongue, keeping it stiff and rigid. She could feel it working into the tight opening. She could feel Paul Martin's shithole shuddering around her tongue and cheeks.
"Christ," he cried, sliding his hands up from his butt to his face and wiping off the sweat. "She's something else. Give her a rag to wipe off her mouth. Then let's get her back to giving me some head."
Ginny cleaned her lips as best she could with an old dirty rag Burt found for her. Then, turning around, the girl found herself face to face with that long cock she'd seen earlier.
"I don't think you'll need me to hold her, Mr. Martin. She's pretty well-trained now."
Well trained? Ginny shivered, rubbing her palms over her arms. They were talking about her as if she were an obedient dog! But what was she? They told her to do something, and she did it. If not, they punished her cruelly. Yes, she was a dog-a kicked, abused little dog until they'd finally let her go.
"Is he right, Ginny? Are you going to give me a good blowjob?" Mr. Martin asked. The tone of voice he used was that of a teacher. Ginny felt sick.
"Yes . . . sir," she answered, lowering her eyes and sliding forward several inches on the floor. The big man towered over her, his cock thrust up from his hairy groin like a barber pole.
Reaching up, the blonde teenager curled her cold, slender fingers around his dick and squeezed, watching as Paul's nuts jiggled, then rose up high against his crotch. The big man moaned and shivered, closing his eyes and swaying drunkenly back and forth. She squeezed his cock again and felt the thick veins throb wildly.
"Suck it, damn you!" he said in a tight, strangled voice.
Ginny opened her mouth again, slackening her lower jaw and sticking out her tongue, curling it in the middle. When his dickhead touched her pouting lower lip Paul jerked his powerful thighs forward, pushing his cock into her mouth.
Ginny jerked back her head, swallowing furiously. She could taste something salty and bleachy in her mouth. It had to be that cum, that horrible jizz all the girls talked about in school.
"Go on and lick that sonofabitch, or I'll kick your face in!"
Ginny shivered, then drove her head forward, feeling something breaking inside her. Yes, she'd give him the best head he'd ever had, even if it was the first time for her. She reached around and fondled his hairy ass, running her fingertips up and down his ass crack, toying with his sphincter muscles as she sucked hard.
She slid off his dickhead for a moment, driving her face into his hairy groin to lick frantically at the thick nest of black hair surrounding his big, jutting hard-on. Then she moved down, twisting her head to one side and slurping one of his balls into her furnace-hot mouth. She rolled it between her tongue and the roof of her mouth, exerting just enough pressure to make him hunch, but not enough to cause any pain. She kept sucking that nut, squeezing Paul's ass cheeks, running her hands up and down the backs of his hairy thighs.
Then Ginny rolled the one ball out of her mouth and sucked in the other one, sucking on it hard. She popped it out juicily and moved her head up to Paul's cock.
"Christ, she's like a pro!" Burt commented, taking a shot of the girl rolling both balls into her mouth and jamming one slender finger up Paul Martin's tight shitter.
"Yeahhhhh, baby, yeahh, ohh, good head! Fuck, you give fuckin' good head," Paul sighed, rocking his thighs back and forth.
Ginny couldn't hear what he was saying. She swallowed his dickhead once more, licking the slick surface, digging her tongue into the small piss-slit and pulling up more salty jizz to swallow. She sucked so hard her cheeks caved in. Gradually opening her mouth, the young girl let Paul drive inch after hot, throbbing inch of his cock meat down her throat.
Ohhh, he was going to suffocate her with that dick. She could hardly breathe! The hard, throbbing girth of Paul's cock pushed against her cheeks, forcing them out again. She could feel his prick scraping over her teeth, still sliding back, back until his cockhead was pressed against the back of her throat.
Ginny gasped for air, spittle drooling from the corners of her mouth and wetting her chin. She breathed with a high-pitched whistling sound through her nostrils. Her eyes were wide open and tears flowed from the corners. Paul hunched forward hard, wrapping his powerful fingers around her skull and holding her face tightly to his groin as he deep-throated her!
Ginny cried out as best she could, pushing her hands against Paul's chest, trying to slide away. She was losing air. She could feel everything going dark around her, and a buzzing sound filled her brain. Just as she thought Paul was going to kill her that way, the big man let her go.
Ginny sucked in air, choking and gagging while the big man waited impatiently. When she seemed to have caught her breath, he went back to mouth fucking her, shifting his thighs from side to side, driving his throbbing head along the insides of her cheeks, into her throat. The girl sucked as hard as she could, hoping to bring him off.
Without excitement in his cock, Mr. Martin might think twice about keeping her against her will, and let her go. With that in mind Ginny sucked like a pro, her tongue lashing the fat prong. She licked it teasingly, coiling it around the plunging prick as Paul grunted and sweated above her.
When he thought he was going to shoot he backed off, pulling his cock out of her mouth.
"What are you doing, Mr. Martin?" Burt asked, peeling off the cover of a photo and examining it critically.
"Seems a shame to lose my cum in her mouth when there are so many other places it can go," he said mysteriously.
Burt seemed to understand what he wanted. Ginny lay sprawled on the floor, wiping her mouth with the back of one hand while she studied the men. Occasionally she glanced at Mike, who lay quietly under the work bench. He rolled his big eyes up and stared back at her, wondering when it would be his turn.
"Tie her to the board."
Burt grabbed the girl by the right arm and hauled her to her feet. He dragged Ginny across the room to the furnace area.
"Don't do this to me, Burt. Please, I'm your schoolmate. Don't do this," Ginny whispered, glancing around nervously to see if Paul Martin could hear them.
"It's not a question of not wanting to hurt you, Ginny. I mean, I want to. You understand. I mean I dig doing this to you . . . like Mr. Martin does, understand?"
Ginny looked at the young athlete with terror in her eyes. She'd fallen into a pit of horror with no one to help her. No one knew she was here doing this horrible thing. Her mother and father thought she was studying with her teacher! What they would say if they even suspected what was really going on?
"Bend down. Bend down, damn it, or I'll use this board on your ass!" Burt said harshly.
With a submissive whimper Ginny did as she was told, spreading her legs apart as wide as she could as she bent over. She saw Paul Martin holding the board in front of her ankles while Burt tied inch-thick rope in criss-cross fashion around that small two-by-four beam and her legs.
"Okay, now put your hands on top of the board . . . no, not there," Burt said, slapping her ass and making the girl squeal with fright. She could feel the stinging blow seconds after it had been delivered as her ass cheeks jiggled from the force of the slap. "On top of the board by your damned ankles."
Ginny did as she was told and saw Burt tying her wrists to the board and her ankles. That position kept her legs splayed apart, her body bent completely over with her ass and cunt high in the air while her hands were tied uselessly to her feet.
Yes, Ginny knew her degradation had only just begun.