Chapter 6
Feet slipping on the concrete, Roger hurtled at his father. He slammed into Hank and butted his head over and over against his broad chest. Hank roared with laughter and pushed his son away. Roger stumbled and slid across the floor.
Paco was bending over Sandy. He had already undone the ropes that bound her legs and was untying her hands from behind her back. When her arms came free, the listless teenager was suddenly alive and kicking. She kicked at him, tried to bite him. Laughing merrily, Paco fended off her attacks effortlessly.
He picked the tall girl up, turned her over on her stomach, then dropped her across the table, at right angles to the way she'd just been positioned. Then he retied her. Ass up, belly down, boobs hanging over the edge of the table. Her cunt fur was matted and her pussy-lips still shiny with aromatic fluids.
Hank was getting a bulky camera into position. Janice made another try at squirming free. "What are you going to do now?" she asked hoarsely.
The big man set up his camera, focusing on the nude, pinioned form of his teenaged daughter. "That old man of yours is a mighty rich son of a bitch," he explained. "Rich enough to shell out a handful of bread for a videotape machine."
"How did you know that?"
Scovill jerked his head at the back door, where the big dog was barking excitedly. Carmen's voice came, soft and sultry, cooing to the beast.
"You keep your hands off him, you whore!" Scovill yelled at her. "Don't forget, this here was what's called an inside job. We know all about your little setup. Mr. Morrison bought the videotape gear last year. So, what we're going to do here, is make him some nice movies to play on it." He patted the camera. "With this little beauty, your loved ones can actually see what happens to you if they don't shell out."
"Hey, Hank, the big bastard's all ready," Carmen called. The large black and tan beast was pulling the naked Chicana along, straining like a Siberian husky pulling a dogsled.
Screaming, Sandy was struggling and trying to kick Paco. There was no escape for her, no escape from the unimaginable degradation to which she was about to be put by her captors.
Paco gave a last tug at Sandy's ropes to make sure they were holding, and then he patted her on the upturned ass. "Don't get so uptight, baby," he said soothingly. "Old Shep's pretty good. Carmen says so herself."
"Goddamn you!" Roger shouted. He staggered toward the Chicano with murder in his eye.
Paco let the bound youth get within six feet of him before he lifted his hand and the gleam of a switchblade appeared. Roger stopped.
"Hey, Paco, if you have to cut him, be sure not to hurt that great big chorizo of his," Carmen called. "After our little dog show, I'm going to be too horny to stand it, and that great big gringo cock looks like just the thing to stuff my pussy full of!"
Paco grinned at Roger. "Quit fucking around," Hank growled. "The camera's all ready-let's have some action!"
Paco put the knife away, grabbed Roger and tied him with ropes to another post.
The dog named Shep was panting with excitement. His wet nose was only a few feet from Sandy's exposed cunt.
Hank licked his lips. "Let him at her," he said. "Nooooooo!" shrieked Sandy as Carmen let go of the lead.
The camera went into operation. Roger howled and threw himself against his bonds in futile rage. His mother was stunned and numb. Too numb to think, to numb to act.
For the excited dog there was no preliminaries. He had already sniffed all he wanted of this delectable human pussy. Now he wanted to stick his cock into it!
He lunged forward like a streak. Hank grinned in satisfaction. Then Shep mounted Sandy. His furry forelegs clamped about her waist in a vise grip while his hindquarters pumped madly back and forth.
"Stop him!" the teenager screamed in terror. She could feel the dog's slimy rigid prick stabbing into her butt, the tender rolls of flesh surrounding her vulnerable cunt. "Roger-Mommy! Stop them! Make them stop!"
Furiously, the shepherd dry-humped the captive girl. Then suddenly he stopped. There was a moment of deathly stillness, and then the au was shattered by Sandy's despairing cry.
"His cock! The dog's cock is in my pussy!" "Bastards!" roared Roger. "You bastards! I'll make you pay!"
His father leered at him, maneuvering the video camera in closer to get a good shot of the quivering dog dick disappearing into his daughter's' snatch. He could hear Janice sobbing brokenly. His cock throbbed with excitement.
How sweet his revenge was! He was paying back the family that had deserted him. His daughter forced to submit her tender teenaged cunt to the unnatural lust of a German shepherd, his son cursing and moaning, his whoring former wife, reduced to sobbing helplessness at the spectacle of her daughter being raped by an animal-it was wonderful beyond belief.
The dog was fucking Sandy now. He fucked her with a passion that practically took Hank's breath away. God, the beast was putting it to her fast! His hips rocked back and forth like an engine cam and his greasy prick was a blur.
The ropes bit at Sandy's flesh as she struggled. The feel of the dog's prick sliding in and out of her was disgusting. Almost disgusting as the knowledge of what was happening to her. She was being soiled. She was being ruined. What boy would ever want to touch her, to kiss her-to make love to her, after a dog, a filthy animal, had had its nasty cock stuck up her twat.
Who would want her, once she had had animal come pumped into the steaming channel of her pussy!
And yet. . . and yet, something was stirring in the depths of her cunt. A new feeling was washing over her imprisoned body. Her nipples seemed as sensitive as raw nerves. The ragged panting of her breath was no longer caused entirely by fear and useless exertion. And the sound of the dog's relentless fucking had taken on a new quality.
Instead of a dry rasping sound, the eager canine prick made a noise like a plunger working at a drain. And there was a messy smocking noise as the beast's hairy crotch slapped into Sandy's asscheeks at every furious, forward stroke.
Was it the relentless, inhuman power and speed of the dog's fucking? Or was it something deeper, darker, more forbidden? Whatever the answer, Sandy's young body had betrayed her horribly. She was starting to enjoy it!
As much as her bonds would allow, her lushly padded asscheeks were starting to roll around and around the intruding cock as though of their own accord. The walls of her cunt were tightening, trying to grasp the plunging prick, sucking up the hammering sensation of sheer, unbridled, bestial fucking. Her clit was a hard node of sensual flesh, and it thrummed to a frenzied tune of desire!
And her mother . . . and Roger ... were watching! They could see her body cease its struggling and fall into the eager, steady rhythms of fucking. They could hear the slurping sloppy sounds of wet cunt responding greedily to the delightful friction of a fucking cock. They could smell the flowing oils of her pussy that soaked the bare white thighs of the girl and the hairy belly of her beastly violator.
In and out fucked the shepherd's prick. Eagerly, Sandy's cunt took it in and begged for more. And the girl didn't care! She was totally possessed by lust. Had she been freed from her bonds in that instant, she would not have tried to escape. She would have stayed bent over the polished wood of the low table, letting the dog screw her until she cried with ecstasy and came around his delightful cock.
Tears ran down her cheeks and dripped onto the concrete. Sandy relished the rough grip of the animal's forepaws like the embrace of a lover, and she strained with all her might to impale her white body on the red cock every time it pounded into her gash.
Paco and Carmen were standing next to each other. Paco was kneading one of his sister's huge boobs like a piece of bread dough. She had one hand stuck down his pants, jacking off his skinny cock. Hank Scovill had taken off his shirt and opened his trousers. His big prick jutted arrogantly, and he masturbated one-handed while working his camera with the other hand.
Sandy was oblivious to them. She wasn't aware of anything but the pleasure of being fucked by the dog! Her soft and nubile body teetered on the brink of orgasm. From the shepherd's panting and the acceleration of his fucking, she knew he was about to come too.
"Oh yes!" she pleaded. "Fuck your come into me! Fill me up with your come! I love it-oh, I love it!"
Horrified, Roger and his mother exchanged sick glances.
Sandy screamed. "I'm cooommmiiinnng!" Her cunt muscles clamped on the driving cock like a sprung bear trap. An unbelievable jolt of pleasure blasted through her tied body.
The dog grunted. Roger gagged involuntarily and Hank, jerking off madly, shoved the camera even closer to where the dog's stiff prick was pistoning in and out of his auburn-haired daughter's cunt.
White, bubbling liquid was beginning to bubble up around the gleaming cock. It smeared Sandy's ass and matted the fur inside Shep's thighs.
The dog was coming in Sandy's spasming twat! Saliva dripped from the beast's jaws and fell like liquid fire on Sandy's back. She screamed her throat raw with passion. The hot canine sperm acted like some sort of aphrodisiac. Her climaxing cunt drank the stuff up as if it were some sort of fine wine.
Finally the beast spent his lust. He pulled his cock free with a final squelching sound. Then he dropped to all fours and began to lap his own come from the girl's gaping slash. Sandy moaned softly.
Hank Scovill's fat dong was quivering, but he took his hand away to pull the camera back. "That's a take," he said breathily. "Let's get set up for scene two of our little home movie."
Carmen turned her head. She was kneeling before her brother, holding his pants open. His long slender cock was smeared with her saliva. "Just a second!" she called. Her black hair whipped at Paco's crotch as she turned hurriedly back to continue sucking his prick.
Scovill waited patiently while Carmen devoured her brother's randy cock. His own prick stuck out, stiff and unattended, from his open trousers. From Janice and Roger there was not a sound. From Sandy Morrison came a little sigh of disappoint-ment as Shep, finally satiated, quit lapping at her pussy and trotted off to piss somewhere in the shadows of the old warehouse.
At last Paco gasped. Carmen made a pleased humming sound around the length of prick filling her mouth. She gabbed her brother's ass with both hands and pulled him to her, impaling her face on his cock. Her belly hollowed as she sucked hard. Paco twined his hands in her hair. "Ahhhhhh," he sighed. "That's good, baby. Suck my cock. Drink my come-drink it down!"
Carmen let his prick slide out between her full red lips. It drooped, dripping, between his legs. "Any time, baby brother," she cooed. Her coral-colored tongue sought out a gobbet of gooey come that had run from one side of her mouth. Then she stood up, wiping her mouth with the back of her hand. "What next, boss man?" she asked Hank.
"Get out animal lover out of here," he commanded. "And bring the mattress. Your old stud Roger is going to see how he likes slipping that horse cock of his up his mommy's snatch!"