Chapter 6
"Oh, God!" Wendy cried, digging her fingernails into her forehead while watching the growling Doberman. His rubbery black lips peeled back, revealing a double row of white, glistening crisscrossed fangs. Just behind them, she could see his dark pink tongue. The girl edged back, her flesh crawling with revulsion and terror. She could hear Jackie begging Ms. Burns and the others not to continue with this madness. Wendy could hear them laughing, telling the brunette to shut up, then burning her once more with cigarettes. Her screams of pain mixed with the sounds of the big animal growling. "No!"
Wendy slapped downward again. She was halfway between the chair and the door when she felt the animal's cold nose slide between her thighs and bump the underside of her cunt. The girl jerked both hands down and gathered her skirt between her fingers, pinning the hem against her legs. The dog snuffed about her, barking, growling, trying to get his nose back up into her cunt.
"Stop him, stop it!" the girl shouted, trying to kick at the big dog. Wendy didn't think about the fact that this Doberman could rip her throat to pieces if he wanted to. She screamed at the animal, swung at it, kicked at it, anything to keep it from attacking her sexually. The blonde teen didn't think about how long she could keep this up. Wendy didn't consider the fact that the women wouldn't let her out of this prison until she complied with their perverted wishes. All she could think of now was the dog stalking her, trying to lick and fuck her!
Wendy felt his hot breath on the sensitive inner surfaces of her thighs. Oh, why was she feeling dizzy, oddly giddy, weakened? She swung back out at the animal once more, losing her balance, pitching forward and nearly tripping over the barking animal. Wendy caught herself and wheeled around, hugging her tits with both arms and breathing hard. Sweat trickled down from her forehead and streaked her cheeks. Was she becoming excited sexually? As the girl stood there staring down at the Doberman, she realized her pussy was growing hot, tight, eager for . . . for what? For the dog, for his tongue, for his cock?
Wendy shook her head violently from side to side, trying to drive out the sensations starting up in her body. It was a sickness, something that had gone wrong inside her head. No, no sane woman would feel sexually aroused by a dog! Oh, God, it felt . . . she didn't dare face him. With a shuddering groan, Wendy turned from the animal.
"What's the matter, dear?" Ms. Burns asked mockingly. "I don't see why you're fighting him off. You know we're not going to take you away from here until you give in."
The words didn't register with Wendy. She stood still in the center of the room, trying to shake off the growing excitement in her pussy. It was so weird, so much like an awful dream. When she knew there was no escape in her dreams, she would wake up with a scream. But now she couldn't scream. She was too terrified, too excited to make a sound. "Ohhhh!"
The dog moved quickly once more, running between her legs, shoving his nose hotly against her cunt one more time. She felt the cold smooth surface of his snout pressing up between her puffy cunt lips.
"Ohhhh, why?" the girl shuddered. Why were her shoulders shaking? Why was she weaving from side to side as she tried to run from the barking, growling Doberman? Why was she wetting herself? Wendy held her head once more, bumping into the chair where she'd been tied before and tortured, pitching over the seat and tumbling ass-first to the floor.
"Ohhhh!"
Her skirt hiked up to her waist, exposing her juicy, red-hot cunt. The animal barked in triumph, moving up to her ankles, dropping his powerful head and licking her flesh.
"Stop!"
Wendy snapped her head to one side, jerking her legs away from the lapping dog and rolling over on her belly. Stretching out her arms, the girl began crawling over the concrete floor, sobbing, choking, trying to slither away from the pursuing dog. She could smell herself now, smell the pungent cunt juice that seemed to flood out of her pussy. Wendy could tell the dog liked it. She could hear him sniffing the air, his growls becoming lower, huskier as the odor of her pussy grew stronger.
"Oh, my God, help me," she whispered to herself, burying her face in her arms for the moment and trying to gather the strength to fight the animal off. This was some accident, some awful, terrible accident! He was only a dog, a goddamned animal pursuing her. She hated him, hated the women for making her feel like this!
"No, get away. No!" she screamed.
But the dog's tongue lapped noisily at her legs. She shuddered, feeling his hot, wet tongue touch her calves. Then it moved up, up, closer and closer to her exposed pussy. Once or twice Wendy tried to jerk her legs up and away from the pursuing Doberman. But finally she gave up, lying on her belly, burying her face in her arms once more, sobbing hysterically while the dog lapped at her legs.
"Ummmmm!"
Wendy rocked her body slightly, feeling his tongue move up to her inner thighs. In a moment she felt the surface of Bruno's tongue graze one cunt lip. She gasped from the unbelievable ticklish sensation. Oh, he was touching her there, touching her pussy! No, she couldn't weaken, couldn't give in to her sick desires. She had to triumph over herself. With much effort Wendy thrust her hands down to cover her exposed cunt. Bruno backed up for a second, then shoved his head back between her legs, licking at her fingers, nuzzling at them with eagerness.
"Oh, God, noooo!"
Wendy drew her knees up. Oh, God, how every movement was painful to her! One half of her mind told her to just lie there and let the animal do whatever he wanted! But the other half, the moral half, told the blonde teen she had to resist with every last ounce of her strength, even if it meant death!
"Ohhhh!"
The dog jumped back even after the girl tried kicking him away. If only she could get back on her feet, run away from him, beg Ms. Burns to take her away. She'd let the older woman eat out her pussy, she'd do anything, suck any pussy or cock, anything to get away from this beast!
Then the dog plunged right through her defenses, going to the object of his lust. His head wormed its way back between her white, shivering bare thighs. The sudden, scalding pressure of his tongue as it peeled her cunt lips apart brought the girl to the brink of sexual insanity. Her eyelids fluttered while her fingers clawed desperately at the floor. Bruno growled low and deep in his throat while he licked her pussy. Wendy's legs jerked apart like those of a frightened frog. One wet lick rubbed over her clit. The girl sucked in her lower lip and bit down until she could taste blood. What was she allowing to happen? Had she gone crazy? Once more she was relaxing, letting the big animal have his way with her. "Stop!"
The young woman rolled over on her ass, scooting back, putting her hands out in front of her while gathering her legs up under her butt. The dog stopped, tilting his head to one side, looking curiously at her. He was probably wondering why the girl had suddenly become uncooperative. Wendy shivered, staring at the Doberman's large dark brown eyes. They were glittering with lust. She saw his black glistening fur, watched his powerful sides heave in and out, watched his black nostrils glistening with her cunt juice. Wendy studied him and felt herself becoming hypnotized by the animal. She couldn't pull away as the dog started at her once more. "Uhhhh!"
He was licking at her toes once more. That touch broke the spell. With a whimper the girl scooted back farther, going back, back until she felt her asscheeks pressed tight against a corner. Wendy couldn't pull away from him, couldn't make him stop, couldn't get the others to help her. They were all too interested in what the dog would do to her, how he would degrade her in satisfying his lust.
"Get away, leave me alone!" she managed to spit out.
"That's not the right attitude, Wendy. You certainly weren't that standoffish with Mark, were you?"
"AIYEEEEE!"
"Shut her up!" Ms. Burns said, jerking her head around and staring angrily down at Jackie. Hilda had joined her friend in torturing the writhing brunette, pulling at her cunt lips. The other had torn away the garment covering Jackie's tits and had started burning her nipples with a lit cigarette.
The young brunette's shriek of agony had given Wendy some strength. With much effort she edged up the wall, bracing her swaying body gingerly with both hands pressed hard against the concrete. The dog's paws padded after her. Ohhh, how much like a demon from hell he looked! His stubby tail wagged back and forth. The animal closed in on her, nipping at her ankles, letting her know what he could do to her if he wanted.
Wendy let out a shivery moan as he growled up at her. The girl choked on a scream, gasping for breath as the Doberman reared back suddenly and pounced on her. She felt his paws on her thighs, his claws tearing at her flesh. Wendy screamed out, her eyes rolling up into her head. She twisted around, beating down at the dog, stumbling and falling sliding across the concrete floor.
Bruno pounced, his paws landing on her thighs again. Wendy rolled onto her back, clamping her thighs together, knocking off the Doberman yet another time. But Bruno had seen her aroused, had noticed the girl's mixed feelings toward him. He started licking at her. Her woolen shift was around her waist. Ohhh, he seemed to be all over her at once. He was around her belly, down to her crotch, back up to the bottom of her ribcage. She was on her elbows watching him with feelings of fear and confusion. Her cunt ached from all the excitement, from the terror. She was being excited by this dog! Oh, God, a dog!
"No, no," Wendy moaned, closing her eyes and shaking her head from side to side. It was just friction, nothing more. How could she come to terms with herself later on if she knew she'd actually encouraged the animal, led him on?
"Get back!"
Wendy tried to sound authoritative, firm. But the shakiness in her voice betrayed her. How could she be expected to remain cool and calm while a mouth was shoved hard against her cunt . . . even if it was a dog's mouth? Wendy felt for a second that she was losing her mind.
"NO!"
Nothing worked. The Doberman growled again, lapped, then moved back. Wendy scooted a few feet away from him, not daring to take her eyes off the animal for one second. Then he moved in again, his tongue exploring along the insides of her thighs once more. Why did this kind of thing feel so wonderful? Why was she giving in like this, encouraging him, rolling around like some foul animal in heat? She was a teenager, a young girl who had done nothing more wicked than kiss several boys a few months ago! And now she was on the floor of some cell in front of these women taking on a dog!
And Wendy loved it! God in heaven help her, but she loved it . . . loved being watched, enjoyed the humiliation of being pursued and won over by this Doberman, loved the degraded remarks of Ms. Burns and the others! Was she a masochist, a woman born to be the slave of others' desires? That was a question she'd have to mull over later when she was alone in her cell. "Mmmmm!"
The dog was drenching her. His tongue moved up and down, wetting down her cunt hairs until they were plastered against her hot, red pussy. Wendy found herself pushing her hips forward and up, adding to the friction of the Doberman's licking tongue. The animal whimpered and moved the long tip of his nose from side to side. Wendy shivered, feeling her pussy lips working together, sliding over her clit.
"Our little Wendy warms to the task," Ms. Burns commented, smiling as the girl's defenses slowly melted away.
"Stop him, stop . . . him." But Wendy's cries didn't sound convincing at all. She looked heavy-lidded at the big dog. Her garment stuck to her tits. She wished she could take off all her clothes, let the dog lick her all over!
"No, no," Wendy cried softly, closing her eyes, sobbing.
Now the dog was shoving his nose against her inner cunt lips, forcing them wide apart. Wendy could hear Jackie screaming in the background. But now all the noises around her sounded as if they were filtering into her mind from another dimension. All that existed now was the dog and her pussy, his wonderful tongue and her eager, hot willing body. She was doing this, willing it, letting it happen. A few seconds ago that idea had sickened her. Now she simply gave in to the pleasure.
"Would you like him to fuck you? He does that too, Wendy."
"Nooooo!"
That idea was terrible, awful! The girl reached forward and caught the Doberman's head in her hands and started pushing him away. But Bruno wasn't about to be put off again. He started growling threateningly, his eyes slitting, his pointed ears pinned back. Wendy felt her heart stand still. He wanted her pussy, wanted to lick her off. But he wasn't above biting her, injuring her until she became more cooperative. With a low moan the girl dropped her hands to her side.
"I can't, I just . . . can't!"
But the girl had no choice. Sobbing and confused, Wendy let the animal have his way. The dog backed down, twisted his head around and opened his jaw. Wendy shivered, seeing that double row of shark-like teeth. He was going to bite her! And strange enough the blonde teen wanted him to. She wanted him to punish her for her own sick feelings, for her desire to have him do anything to her as long as he satisfied that itchy ache throbbing between her legs.
"Ohhh!"
Bruno was biting the flesh of her thigh, sinking his powerful white fangs just barely to let her know what he could do. But the girl felt no pain. Instead, she felt a hot rush of feelings that nearly knocked her unconscious. Her pussy walls buckled, crashing in on nothing, puckering, working together as if she'd been fucked by the most powerful cock in the world. Images of the ceramics instructor and his powerful body flashed through her mind. Wendy sucked in a ragged breath. Bruno let go for a flash of a second, then moved up and bit her higher on the thighs. The dog pushed his shoulders farther between her knees. She felt them being forced apart.
"My God," the girl whimpered, letting her head fall back. Was he going to fuck her? Could she stop him? Did she want to? No, it would be impossible. She might hang herself in her cell later on if he sank his doggie prick in her cunt. But right now Wendy knew she didn't have the strength or will power to stop him from fucking her. Ms. Burns could certainly see that. She could see the girl was nothing more than a whore in heat, a bitch moaning and twisting shamelessly on the floor, eagerly shoving her pussy up to the dog for him to eat!
Wendy sobbed, rolled to one side on the floor. She grunted, pulling up her knees, feeling the animal following her, licking her, tasting her, growling, the sound and sensation of his growls exciting her even further.
"It's too bad I don't have a camera. We could make quite a film from this," Ms. Burns said, licking her lower lip in excitement.
Wendy heard the animal grunting with excitement. He was lapping at the glistening surfaces of her pussy once more, peeling it open, slathering down her tight cunt with his spit.
"Ohhhhh!"
Bruno seemed more crazed than ever. He gouged his claws against her thighs and pushed his nose up and down against the wet slick pussy folds. Peering down, the girl could see that her hot juice was wetting down the short fur around his snout. His black nostrils were glistening with it. His tongue stuck out and lolled sloppily over her cunt, separating her pussy lips, petting her clit over and over again.
Wendy felt the hard ball that had begun to grow in her belly slipping a little lower. She was on the brink of coming with a dog! No, she didn't want to stop him or stop herself from shooting off. The girl began breathing through her nostrils with a wheezing, whimpering sound. The excruciating tickle was becoming worse. Wendy built steadily toward a powerful orgasm. She pranced her ass across the floor, dragging her fingers over her cunt, feeling the dog slathering down her whitened knuckles with his tongue.
Her senses reeled with the hungry need to feel something in her pussy, something hard, something hot! Jamming two fingers in the wet mess of her sloppy pussy, Wendy tightened her thigh muscles and began jerking her hips up, up, feeding her cunt to the dog. Ohhh, she was burning, on fire, close to coming. Jerking her head around, she saw Ms. Burns peering down at her hotly. Yes, she was going to come, come shamelessly in front of these mocking women. All her pride had been stripped away. She was nothing more than a panting, lusting animal . . . just like Bruno!