Chapter 9
"Have any trouble with the old lady?"
Marcie awoke with a start. She heard Jack's muffled voice. Her mother was here! The young teenager tried to scramble to her feet. The damned board! And now both her wrists and ankles were fastened to it! The bruises and the marks on her body told the story. She felt shame and guilt rush through her like a raging river. Tears of humiliation burned her eyes. How could she face her mother in this condition?
"Naw, she was a good bitch. I had to knock 'er around a little. I got a bonus in the car. He's still knocked out. Gave him another dose of chloroform."
Then Marcie couldn't make out what they were saying until they broke out into wild laughter.
"Lettin' him lick her off?"
It was Jack's voice. He shouted and laughed. What were they talking about? Was her mother there? Marcie felt her heart beating wildly. What had they done to her? Had she suffered similar pain and sexual humiliation? The more she thought about it, the more she was certain her mother had.
Marcie cringed when she heard footsteps approach the door. It creaked open. A man stood there", someone who looked like Jack but who was a little larger across the chest and shoulders.
"Wh-who are you?"
He said nothing, standing there and examining the girl and her bonds. Brad rocked slowly back and forth on his heels, his black eyes glittering with evil excitement. Raising one hand, he scratched his unkempt beard and smiled.
"You done real good, brother. She's tied up like a fuckin' hog. Come on, let's have a little fun with them now."
Marcie watched, her flesh chilling as he walked up to her and grabbed her around the waist.
"Come on, bitch, up! UP!"
He hauled her up until she was back in that grotesque bent-over position, her ass riding high in the air. She tugged at the ropes automatically as she felt her balance fail her more than once.
"Walk!"
"I...CAN'T!"
"I said move it, bitch!"
Glancing up, she caught the shadow of Brad's left hand rising high in the air, then it sliced through the air in a broad arc. She knew what was going to happen. Closing her eyes, she sucked in a deep breath and tensed. The whacking sound was followed by a rush of hot, painful sensations. She stumbled forward, moving her leg a few inches and nearly teetering over. Her ass-cheeks reddened and jiggled from the force of that slapping blow.
"Now the other foot."
She moved like a robot. First one foot, then the other, her tits swinging and jiggling as the board cut cruelly into her ankles and wrists. Sweat beaded her forehead as the effort of walking in that doubled-over position with hands and feet bound tired her.
"Through the door."
Marcie glanced up. The doorway couldn't possibly accommodate both her and the board. She kept on walking, turning slightly to one side. The board hit the molding. Marcie backed away and turned a little more, seeing if she could somehow edge sideways through the opening.
Brad watched, his thick lips turning up into a grin. "Try a little harder," he said, reaching down and pinching one fat nipple.
Marcie yelped and started back, nearly falling on her ass. In the next room she heard her mother cry out.
"Oh Marcie, Marcie! What've they done to you?" Rhoda wailed. "Mom! I-"
"Shaddup!" Brad shouted, slapping her twice across her plump ass-cheeks. Her firm round cheeks shivered under the blows as Marcie bit her lip and tried to remain silent.
"Hey, get the little bitch in here with the old lady. I wanna see if she digs mutts the way her mother does," Jack called out.
"Okay, baby, you're in the right position for it," Brad said, pushing Marcie through the doorway.
"Oh God!"
Rhoda covered her face with both hands, a torn dress covering her body. She couldn't believe what she was seeing...her daughter, her lovely, innocent daughter stooped over in that horrible position! Marcie was dirty and bruised. Her daughter had obviously been beaten and probably raped several times. Now she was bent over like a crawfish, her ankles and wrists bound together to a board. Rhoda groaned softly, wishing there were some way she could erase the past few hours.
"See there, baby, see?" Brad grabbed a handful of Marcie's hair.
Marcie screamed, her eyelids fluttering as she glanced in the direction Brad indicated. Her mother was standing some ten feet in front of her, her face drained white with horror as she stared in disbelief at her tortured daughter. Marcie felt such shame she could have died!
"Bet you don't know what I caught your old lady doin', do you?" Brad asked, his eyes twinkling with evil merriment.
"Don't tell her!" Rhoda screamed.
"It was the same thing you're gonna be doin' with the mutt."
Marcie didn't understand what they were talking about. Then she saw Rex lying stretched out on the floor. At first she thought it was some kind of sick joke. They'd killed their pet and dragged the body here for her to see. Then she noticed Rex was breathing and his hind legs quivered at times. He'd been drugged. Then Marcie remembered them saying something about chloroform.
"Hey, man, he's gonna go after us when he comes to," Jack said, getting a little nervous as the animal's eyes started to open.
"Thought of that," Brad retorted, slipping on a tight choker chain over the dog's collar.
Marcie watched as her pet slowly came to. His powerful jaws yawned open, his legs spasmed, then moved. In a moment he was standing shaking himself violently, then looking around at the surrounding company. He sensed danger. He started growling. Jack pulled up on the choker collar. The growl turned into a whimper as Rex fought for breath.
"Now, you're gonna be a real nice mutt and take care of the bitch over there, right little girl?"
"What are you talking about? What's he talking about, Mom?"
Rhoda felt her throat tighten, her vocal cords were paralyzed. She couldn't admit to her daughter what had happened in the upstairs hallway. The men could tell her if they wanted. They probably would. Marcie would find out soon enough. Still covering her face with both hands, Rhoda sank to her knees as Jack dragged the animal around behind Marcie.
"You're gonna see you don't fuck around with men, real men, understand?" Brad said, reaching up and gripping Rhoda's hands. It was awful, just like being in some kind of Nazi concentration camp.
"I'm sorry. I shouldn't have reported the incident," Rhoda wailed.
"Yeah, you shouldn't have done nothin'. But it's too late now," Jack said, leading the reluctant Irish Setter up behind Marcie. Rhoda watched helplessly as her daughter flashed her questioning looks. She saw the pet turn around several times and try snapping at the big man. But Jack was just as quick, backing away and pulling on the chain hard and fast. After several futile attempts at biting the men, the big dog seemed to give up, letting his tail sink between his hindquarters.
"Come on, boy, come on! See that nice little ass in front of you?" Jack whispered, pulling up on the chain again.
Marcie tensed, dimly realizing what was about to happen. She felt the dog's breath against her sore ankles, felt his tongue start to lick her legs. Rex had done this several times before when they'd played on the floor. But now there was something about this licking that frightened and-God help her-excited her at the same time.
She wailed, moving her ass a little.
"Oh no, no," Rhoda groaned, watching her daughter's arousal with horrified eyes.
"like mother, like daughter, eh?" Brad said, slipping one hand down around Rhoda's ass and pinching her ass-cheek.
"You leave me alone!" Rhoda said, slapping his offending hand.
"Bitch! You ain't got no choice!" he said, grabbing her hand and twisting it until she cried out in pain.
"Let go, let go!" she cried in a hoarse whisper. He was going to break her wrist with that twisting motion. Her knees trembled, then bent. She turned and begged again for him to let go. Her hair hung in front of her eyes. Her face reddened. The woman swore she heard something popping in her wrists.
"Then watch," Brad said, letting go.
Marcie screamed. Rex had moved around to her head. Something hot and wet licked her face. The big animal was at her side now, his sloppy big tongue lapping her chin and mouth.
"He digs you, baby. Digs you probably the same way he digs your old lady," Jack said, laughing.
"And, man, this big mutt's gonna fuck the shit outta you to show you how much he-likes you. Nothin' like a big, rutting animal to show you how much he-likes you, right, baby?" the big man asked, turning to Rhoda and staring with amusement at her.
"You...pigs!" she spat out.
Brad pulled Rhoda's hair, silencing the woman with a violent tug. She groaned, then forced herself to remain quiet as her daughter's degradation continued.
"He wants you, baby, wants you a lot," Jack taunted.
Marcie opened her mouth to say something. But it was as if someone had taken out her vocal cords. What was even worse was that she couldn't think.
The dog growled, tugged on his leash, turned his head around and snapped once or twice at the big man behind him. Again Jack sidestepped the growling dog, turning him instead toward the cringing Marcie.
Marcie sensed that something had happened between her mother and the dog, something the men had either caught her doing or made her do. And now they were going to force her to commit the same awful act!
"Come on, man, come on," Brad said impatiently, holding Rhoda by the hair and pulling back.
Rhoda looked with horrified eyes at her bound, helpless daughter who was about to be raped by the Irish Setter! She let out a long, steady moan as Rex pranced behind the doubled-over girl.
"Come on!"
Rex looked up, then tilted his head and shot out his tongue. Marcie wailed, feeling the dog's tongue lap across her hip. She whimpered, jerking her head to the left, trying to get away from the dog.
"Go after it, boy, go after it," Jack encouraged the raging animal.
"No, no!" Marcie protested.
The big dog's sexuality was aroused. He exposed his sharp teeth. He growled, staring up with wild, excited eyes at Marcie's tight hairy pussy. He shoved his snout into her loins, making Marcie scream and pitch forward.
Marcie waddled like a duck several feet, stopping when the board cut too severely into her ankles. Rex followed her impatiently, growling and snapping at her ankles, swarming around her feet, threatening her with his fangs. It was awful! Rex was their pet, purchased and trained up to protect them. And now he was obeying the will of these strangers in order to get a taste of her hot little cunt! It made Marcie sick.
The thread of a smile crossed Jack's thick lips.
"Let 'im feed," Brad said.
Rhoda watched in horror as Marcie's humiliation began.
The dog's massive cock emerged as Rex darted between the girl's spread legs.
Jack barked another command.
The dog froze, looking up at his master...a new master now. The Irish Setter was drooling, snapping, turning his handsome head and looking up at Jack who still held the chain tightly between his fingers. Rex cringed, his ears pinned back, his head and tail lowered. The erection stayed. But that too seemed to droop a little. He was confused, not sure what this new master was going to do.
"Feed!"
Jack tugged at the chain, pointing up at the girl's pussy.
Rex turned and settled down between Marcie's spread legs.
A wail went up from Rhoda as Rex moved around and started licking the rounded bottoms of her daughter's ass-cheeks.
"OhhUUUUU!"
Marcie couldn't believe it! She screamed, jerking her head from side to side, clenching her fingers into two tight fists and beating as best she could against the restraining board. She felt herself clenching her thighs, feeling her clit pushing up from the surrounding moist pussy flesh.
This can't be happening to me...can't...she thought as the dog began concentrating his licking on her wet hairy pussy slit. The Irish Setter shoved his snout into the thicket of blonde, curled pussy hairs. For a moment the movements of his jaws were hidden in her pubic patch. Then Marcie started screaming. Her body jerked, her flesh glistening with sweat as her tits heated up. The red areolas became darker as her nipples stiffened. This animal was doing strange things to her, making her feel something she shouldn't...and in front of these men and her own mother!
Her screams became louder, higher as Rex rubbed against her sweaty flesh.
Rhoda wailed in the background, falling to her knees, tugging at Brad's trousers, begging him to let her daughter go. She couldn't stand watching this scene of degradation any longer. Let them do what they wanted to her. But God in heaven, let her daughter go!
Rex backed away, his eyes glazing with delight as he quickly appraised the situation. The girl's shouting and wailing made his excitement all the better. The Irish Setter growled, then he shoved his maw back against her swelling cunt lips.
"Oh no...ohh...ohhhh...God, I...I can't take this...no, I can't..." Marcie wailed, flinging her head from side to side. Her knees were bending a little more. A riot of emotions and feelings shot through her as the dog slobbered his tongue over her labia.
"Stop him! STOP!" Rhoda wailed, her voice joining her daughter's.
But Marcie wasn't so sure she wanted the animal to stop. She felt ecstasy in her cunt, the lips of her pussy peeling back as the juices flowed all over again. The big animal managed to lick every inch of her pussy, exciting her terribly. Oh, it was good, so good. He was triggering off her arousal, licking her in places with that wonderful feathery tongue. Why couldn't it be harder! Why couldn't it...no, what was she thinking of?
"Go for it, baby, just like your old lady did. Go for it!"
The words meant nothing to Marcie now. She was fighting conflicting feelings in her head. It was an animal, a dog licking her, exciting her pussy. Things like that just didn't happen in real life. Or did they? Thoughts about other women doing this brought a whimpery gasp from her throat.
The dog's tongue petted her clit, sliding down her slit to the bottom junction of her cunt lips. Then the dog stiffened his tongue, curling it and gouging her pussy mouth with it.
Oh, Marcie was ready, ready for a fucking. Fucking? With the dog? The girl shook her body again, knocking Rex away. But she knew instinctively the animal was going to have his way. Weeping, sobbing, gasping with delight, she knew the dog was going to fuck her.