Chapter 4
"Rex...Rex..."
She was breathing his name, repeating it the way a woman repeats her lover's name during fucking. No, Rhoda didn't dare think of what was happening to her. Surely she'd go mad, try to scramble up and flee the licking dog. She didn't want to get away. It felt so good lying there, rocking her hips from side to side, feeling the dog's tongue lapping at her cunt and drinking up her flowing juices. She was so hot, so tight, and that wonderful animal was taking care of her.
"P...pi...please, th-there," Rhoda cried, kicking one leg up in the air.
The hunger of her body seemed to force everything out of her mind except the desire to intensify the wild pleasure between her legs. She felt consumed by this lust. She pushed her hands down her belly, finding Rex's pointed nose. She felt the swampy mess between her thighs and also felt the dog's tongue licking her. He lapped at her probing fingers, at her knuckles, thrilling her, making her gasp again for pleasure.
"Ohhhhhh GOD!"
She pulled her knees back...back until they were nearly touching her jiggling tits. She was open to him, feeling every inch of her cunt stretched for the big dog. Rubbing her legs against his hairy sides, the woman thought she'd go mad with ecstasy. All that mattered to her at this point was Rex and what he was doing to her cunt.
"UGHHHH!"
Rhoda gasped and babbled, bringing her feet together at the sides of his head and caressing him with her toes. Drool leaked from the corners of her mouth. She moved her ass up, jerked it to one side, then fell back. Up and back she moved her ass, faster and faster, until sweat broke out on her upper lip. She twisted to the side so that the dog's teeth brushed against first one cunt lip, then the other. Groaning and grunting, the woman gave the dog her clit again. "Oh shit! YESSSS!"
Rhoda didn't care about anything anymore. She worked her ass around in circles, crying excitedly. Her chest was tight, her throat dry, as she felt herself rocketing up to a cum.
"No, no, I can't!" she cried, twisting her body, trying now to get away from the licking animal. Guilt made her realize what a terribly sick thing she was doing. Letting an animal do this to her! Incredible!
"Stop!"
Was she saying that to the animal, or was she telling herself to stop? She was so confused, so torn. And now her cunt walls were spasming. She could feel the muscles of her pussy trying to grab onto the dog's black nose. Rex started licking at her all over again.
She couldn't escape, didn't really want to escape. She was teetering on the brink of insanity. She pitched on the rug, bucking her ass against the Setter's powerful jaws. His spit oozed down her asscrack, burning into her shitter. More insane babbling came from the woman. Scissoring her legs tightly around the Irish Setter's head, Rhoda tossed her head wildly, bucking, writhing under his expert tongue. She was cumming, cumming so slowly, so achingly slowly. If only she had something between her legs, if only-
"UHHHHRHHHWAWWWWHHH!"
She jerked like a speared fish, her legs kicking out, her arms flailing, her nails raking over the animal's thick hairy coat. Rhoda didn't care if the neighbors heard or not. She was going wild, feeling her pussy cum for the first time in so long a time. Yelping as loudly as the dog, she thrust her fingers into her cunt. Rex whimpered and licked her shaking, whitened knuckles.
When she opened her eyes again, Rhoda found the dog was gone. She was stretched out obscenely in the hallway, her dressing gown lay like a silk rope under her ass-cheeks. The woman felt ashamed. Gathering up the gown, she held the garment in front of her, backing up toward the bathroom. Rhoda peered down at the dark stains on the carpet and felt a little sick. Had she done that? Had it all really happened? The pulsing itch in her cunt told her the truth.
"Oh God. God!"
"Gonna need more 'n God to take care of you now, bitch."
Rhoda felt her blood run cold. The voice had shot out of the dark, down the hall, in the direction of her bedroom. Someone was there. Someone had watched this grotesque scene between' her and the animal! Rhoda gathered the torn gown more closely to her body, stepping back until she touched the wall. Her heart was beating like a triphammer while sweat broke out all over her body.
"Who...who are you?" she asked haltingly, feeling her breath catch.
"Out for you."
Footsteps! He was coming closer. Rhoda shrank away, one hand sliding along the wall. She edged toward the bathroom. Big...strong, that she could see from his hulk.
"Don't try nothin' funny. You ain't got nowheres to go. Ain't nobody home 'cept you...you and the mutt."
"Rex, help!" she cried as the big man came into full view.
He was tall, unshaven, well-built, with a broad, smooth-shaven face that radiated brutality.
"He ain't gonna help you," the big man said. "We knew you had a mutt...you and your daughter."
"Daughter...oh God, Marcie..." Rhoda whispered, holding her hands cupped over her mouth.
Her hair stood on end as she thought of Marcie at the hands of some demented animal. Then she realized her own danger and sucked in a deep breath.
"She's okay...for now. Me and my brother took her earlier. Betcha she's havin' one hell of a time swingin' on his dick. He's built like a fuckin' horse, though I'm not bad myself," he said, his eyes glistening with lust. He was enjoying this, watching her cringe, watching her sink to the floor with terror.
Rhoda looked around her desperately. Surely there was somewhere she could run, somewhere to hide from this animal.
"I ain't much interested in your pussy now, baby. It's got that fuckin' dog's spit all over it. But you got a nice ass. Bet it's good and tight, ready for a good fuckin'. Ever get it in the ass, baby? Your old man ever stick his cock up your ass?"
The question terrified Rhoda. She shook her head slowly from side to side, still edging back toward the bathroom. With a grunt she wheeled around and bolted for the door. She heard the man swear something unintelligible and come after her.
"Oh God! Help! HELP!" she screamed, slamming the door in his face and shoving the bolt into place. He was beating on the wood. The sounds of the hinges splintering filled her ears. She backed away, her vocal chords paralyzed with fear.
"Lemme in, you fuckin' bitch or I'll tear you up, cunt."
Rhoda turned around and ran for the cabinet. Frantically she threw open the mirrored door and searched for something, anything, she could use as a weapon. The door was caving in under his heavy, insistent pounding. The bottom was buckling in, pieces of freshly splintered wood dropping to the tiled floor. She turned and watched the door slowly give way. Terrified, the woman spotted a drinking glass. It was a desperate chance, but her only one. Rhoda held it tightly in one hand after having wrapped a small hand towel around the rounded base.
As the top hinge popped free and the door threatened to cave in at any second, she drew her hand up, wincing and holding back her face as she struck the edge of the glass against the sink. It shattered, leaving a long pointed shard in her hand. Rhoda braced herself, mustering every ounce of courage and strength she could, as the door finally gave way and crashed to one side. "There you are, you Goddamned-" The big man stopped in his tracks, several feet away from the desperate Rhoda. She ground her teeth together, bracing herself, moving the makeshift weapon slowly from side to side.
"Come one step closer and I'll draw this thing across your face," she hissed.
"Hey, lady, hey," he said, chuckling and backing slowly away. "I ain't gonna hurtcha...really. I just wanted us to have some fun."
"Where's my daughter?" Rhoda asked.
"Listen, I was just kidding," he said, spreading out his hands and smiling nervously at the approaching woman.
"My daughter!" Rhoda said louder, feeling a surge of power propelling her forward. "You good-for-nothing animal, what've you done with her?"
She was lunging, holding the glass in front of her, sweeping it close to the man's face in broad arcs.
"You tell me, tell me or-"
"Hey, everything's all-"
He moved quickly. It was the fastest movement she'd ever seen in her life. He kicked and the toe of his boot struck her wrist. The glass and towel flew from her fingers.
Rhoda backed away.
"Now let's see you get so fuckin' feisty," he said.
Rhoda screamed. The tiny bathroom seemed to fill up with him as he stumbled in, his hands stretched out for her. She turned and grabbed at the shower curtains for protection. Then she felt powerful fingers around her throat, yanking her back. The plastic curtain hooks ripped from the pole as he twisted her around.
"Now it's my turn, slut!" he barked.
"No!"
Rhoda managed to cover her face, half blocking his blow. She fell to the right, her feet sliding out from under her.
"UGHHH!" the woman groaned, her head striking the toilet bowel. She was sprawled on the floor, her legs wide apart.
"Not a bad way to start you off. You gotta listen to me, bitch, or I'll take care of you," he snarled.
Rhoda was stunned. She felt him curling his fingers in her hair, yanking her head up. The woman groaned, feeling herself being turned around, being draped over something. It was the toilet bowl. She found herself looking into the shallow clear water, her elbows resting precariously on the edges of the plastic seat. He still had her by the hair, telling her she was going to learn a lesson she'd never forget.
"What..."
He forced her head down, wedging her body between his powerful legs and forcing her head into the toilet bowl!
"UNNGHHHNOOO!"
She fought him, stiffening her elbows, tensing the muscles of her arms, trying to push back with her knees. But he had her wedged in. He raised his right hand and slapped her hard on the back of her head, dazing her for a moment.
"Get down there, bitch! Down where you belong!" he snapped.
Rhoda let out a groan, her elbows straining. He was holding her head with both hands now, his knees pressing hard against her sides. Something very cold and wet was brushing her nose and forehead. God, he was shoving her head into the toilet water.
"No, please-"
She felt his fingers tighten against her skull. Then there was nothing, nothing but the sensation of cold water washing over her face, her ears, the back of her neck. Rhoda held her breath, struggling desperately, clawing at the cold porcelain bowl, fighting for her life.
A strange buzzing sound began in her head. Her lungs felt as if they were going to burst. He was moving her head from side to side, her face striking the edges of the bowl. Her hair floated like a halo around her head. No, no, she couldn't die this way! It was too awful! Again she fought desperately, slapping back with her right hand, pushing up with her left. The buzzing in her ear increased.
Then she felt the water rushing around her face, crashing into her nose and eyes and mouth with a roar. He flushed the toilet, jamming her head down farther until her nose was flat against the bottom drain.
"AHHHHHH!"
When the water reached low level, Rhoda was able to let out her breath, cough, gag, then suck in another deep breath before the bowl started to fill with water. Just as the water reached her ears, the big man pulled her back, throwing her flat on the floor, folding his arms across his big chest and laughing at her.
Rhoda couldn't speak. She held her belly and gagged, coughing violently, sucking in air so hard that she was hurting her chest. Her hair hung in blonde wet tangles around her neck. Water cascaded down her chest to her navel and pussy.
"You're not gonna fuck around with ol' Brad no more, are you?"
Rhoda shook her head back and forth, still holding her belly. It seemed as if she couldn't get enough oxygen to feed her air-hungry lungs. She didn't care what he did or thought at this moment. The woman wheezed and choked, glancing sideways at the toilet bowl, then up at Brad.
"You...pig," she choked out, regaining her normal breathing.
Brad's face darkened. He gave her another brutal slap across the face. The blow was so violent that it sent her sprawling across the bathroom floor. She stared malevolently at the big man. The sting of his palm throbbed on her cheek. But still she felt anger rather than fear at this point. How dare he do this to her and her daughter? What right did they have?
"You're a pig, whether you beat me or not!" she shouted defiantly, brushing back some wet hair that had fallen across her face. "You're nothing, you hear me, nothing!"
Brad looked as if he could kill her. Then his face relaxed, his sensuous lips curling into a smile.
"You're nuts, you know that, baby? You're really crazy. Nobody says shit like that to me and gets away with it." His fingers tapped against his thighs.
"What are you going to do, shove me back in there?" she asked, pointing at the toilet bowl.
"Better stuff," he said, grabbing her by the wrist.
Brad hauled her up, dragging her out of the tiny bathroom and down the hall. She followed reluctantly, pulling back, at times swinging one foot around and trying to kick him. But he was much stronger.
Rhoda stumbled along the dark corridor. He swung her around when they reached a bedroom, throwing her through the doorway as if she were a sack.
"Get down there, baby, on the bed," he said, going up to a dresser and pulling open the drawers.
Nervously the woman did as she was told, sitting on the edge of her king-sized bed and watching.
Brad fished through various drawers. He sent up a rain of panties, bras and other personal items. When he turned around, Rhoda saw he had several pairs of nylons draped over his arm.
"Get back and on your fuckin' hands and knees. You know, just the way a bitch stands when a mutt fucks her," he said derisively.
Brushing away tears of anger and fright, the woman turned around, getting on her hands and knees, exposing her cunt and ass-hole to that animal. She heard him laughing, then move up to the bed. The mattress sagged as he slid onto the bed, making her hanging tits sway back and forth. Her stiffening nipples nearly touched the soft coverlet.
"We're gonna have a real good time," he whispered, looping the nylons around her wrists, then threading them through the wooden ornamental rods in her Spanish-style headboard.
Rhoda sucked in a nervous breath.