Chapter 10
Donna felt herself cum twice when Brad started brushing her clit with his stiff, mustache while curling his tongue and sticking it in and out of her like a tiny cock. And oh, how Ron and Jack sucked her tits, biting the sensitive nipples, then licking their tongues rapidly around to soothe the injured area. When the three men pulled back Donna felt as if she could sleep for a hundred years.
"Hey, man, I got an idea...'specially for this one," Jack said, rubbing his chin and smiling strangely at her.
Donna shuddered. What would it be now-more whips, more fucking, some other torture more horrible than she could think of now? The possibilities boggled her confused brain. She hung there, feeling her cunt grow slack. Jack and the others were talking softly. Occasionally she saw one of them look around at her and grin-an awful, hellish grin, one that made her flesh pucker up into goose pimples.
"You go and get 'em," Jack said to Ron, slapping his buddy on the back.
"Yeah, she's been real good so far. Man, she's gonna turn on to this," the young man said, laughing softly as he unlocked the garage door and slipped into the darkening afternoon.
Donna thought about her aunt. Surely she's worried at least about her daughter. Surely she'll call the police in a bit, reporting the two of them missing. But still-would the authorities be able to find her and her cousin in here? How? No one, she thought, saw them being dragged in here. Alone. They were alone, left on their own resources. What was so terrible was that there were no resources left to them. Looking searchingly at her cousin Trina, Donna dropped her eyes and sank once again into her leather bonds. Despair settled over her as tears rolled silently down her cheeks. They were here at the men's pleasure, bound to do whatever they wanted until this gang tired of them and set them free.
An hour, perhaps longer, passed before Ron returned. Donna had dozed in spite of the aching pain caused by her hanging position. She awoke with a start the moment she heard the door squeaking open. The brief hope that the police had found them died when she saw Ron's leering face poking in. He was whispering something to Jack who had rushed to the doorway.
"Now?"
The word made her gasp. He had brought something or someone to torture her further. It was her they were after. Trina was still half dazed from her last encounter.
"Yeah, bring 'im in. Thanks for goin' all the way back home to get 'im," Jack said, pursing his lips together and nodding his head.
There was some movement, then a strange sound. It was the sound of footsteps. Donna wrinkled her forehead, peering through the dim light, wondering what on earth Ron had brought back with him.
"OH!"
In an instant she knew what they going to do to her.
"HELP! OH GOD, HELP!"
Donna screamed, almost climbing up the plywood still holding her prisoner. Her eyes widened while sweat broke out again all over her body. Standing there in the door next to Ron was a large black Doberman, his pointed ears pinned back while his powerful jaws were parted. Spittle oozed from one side of his mouth, dripping down to the filthy garage floor. Donna knew they were going to sic the animal on her. If he didn't tear her up, then he was going to do something sexual to her.
"Got somethin' to get 'im interested in her?" Jack said, enjoying the girl's horror.
"Yeah. Picked it up on the way back here," Ron said, fishing out a can of dog food.
Donna watched silently as the men opened the can with their knives, scraping up some of the foul-smelling brown meat on their blades and walking over to her.
"Just in case Sam ain't too excited this'll get 'im goin', " Ron said, smearing the pasty solid all over her cunt lips.
Donna made a face, turning her head away from the men as she felt the cold steel blade and the horrible dog food touching her cunt. Jack joined his buddy, helping him to cover her cunt mound with the foul-looking substance. When they were through, Donna wished she could have pissed in their faces. Her growing terror, however, prevented her from doing anything except hang there and wait for the next degradation.
"Come here, Sam. That's a good boy," Ron said, cleaning his knife by wiping the side of the blade against her thighs, then slipping it back into the leather holder.
"Let 'im go at it for a while. Then we'll take her down and watch the fun," Jack said, rubbing his crotch and grinning at the girl.
"Go for it, Sam, go for it," Ron whispered in the background.
Donna hung there, her eyes widening as the dog approached her. It was a handsome animal, as far as Dobermans go. His shiny black coat glistened evilly in the dim light. What she especially noticed were his teeth-that glistening double row of sharp fangs sharply contrasted against the dark red tongue flicking just behind them. She sucked in oxygen, unsure if he was going to rip out her throat or...or do something perhaps much worse to her.
"Go for it, man, do it!" Brad whispered encouragingly.
Donna watched as the animal circled her, a low, throaty growl coming from his mouth. His entire body seemed to glow with sexuality. The short fur around his neck bristled while his tongue hung from one corner of his mouth. The soft padding sounds of his claws against the concrete floor made her shiver. He was sniffing the air, stopping right in front of her and sniffing at the meat-smeared pussy. Donna shook her cunt, trying to knock off some of the foul meat.
"Man, he's gonna do it!" Ron said, nearly clapping his hands together in delight.
"OH!"
It had happened too quickly! Donna screamed and screamed again while the animal leaped up, putting his forepaws against her thighs and thus bracing himself while burying his mouth in her cunt thicket. His cold snout and warm tongue working in and out of her cunthole made the girl nearly retch. Donna rolled her eyes up and kept on moaning, clawing her fingers into her palms. Helpless, she let the animal eat her out. She felt his slick, hard teeth against her cunt lips while he curled his tongue and went for the dog meat.
"Feel good, baby? Feel just like a hot tongue workin' you out?" Jack taunted.
"UnnnghhhOOOOOO!"
Those filthy, foul animals! She hated them, hated the lot of them. This was the last straw, being hung up here and forced to submit to...to this! Donna called them every name she could think of, at times shouting vulgar sayings down at the animal.
But Sam kept on eating, lapping up the loose particles of meat still clinging to her frazzled brown cunt hairs. Soon he'd cleaned her totally, lapping up even the gravy that had spilled into her slick crack. Now he was licking just for the sake of licking. Donna closed her eyes and shivered. God, that tongue felt good. In spite of all the things she'd just said and thought earlier, that tongue felt so good. Was it a hangover from the moments when Brad, Jack and Ron were eating her out? Oh, there was little difference. In fact if she kept her eyes closed and imagined just a little, she could pretend Jack was down there between her legs eating her out. Yes, she'd think that. It would help her get over his horror.
The Doberman's tongue lapped noisily at her crotch. She felt the slick organ cleaning her out, curling around her hole, searching for the last drop of gravy. The muffled growls echoed through her pussy, making the cunt walls rumble in sympathy. Oh, it was soooo good. It had to be one of the more gentle things that had happened to her since being kidnapped.
"Bring 'er down, man. I wanna see this one fucked by the mutt. Yeah, I wanna see some action from this one," Jack sighed.
"Sam's good and ready," Ron said, walking up to the girl and moving his pet down. Sam growled in frustration, shaking his body. "Easy, boy, easy. We're gonna make it easier for you," he said.
Donna didn't want to be taken down. She wasn't that high on sex not to understand what they were saying. Fucked by a dog? No, no, they couldn't be serious! The girl felt the wrist cuffs loosen, then slip away. Brad worked on the bonds holding her ankles to the plywood torture board. Soon she felt herself being gathered up in their arms and moved to the center of the room where Jack had thrown down a filthy rug.
"Go for it," Ron said, spilling her onto the carpet.
"No, NO!"
Donna twisted around, holding her arms in front of her as if she could push away the growling, stalking beast. She stared at him with widened eyes, her nostrils flaring, her flesh tightly drawn over her face.
Sam stood by his master's side for a few seconds, analyzing the situation. When he realized it was only the girl and not the men who would provide any resistance, he lowered his head and let out a long, low throaty growl, the one that had frightened Donna so much a little earlier.
"Please, please don't make me do this," she begged in a small voice.
There were no answers. Donna crawfished back, her arms still in front of her, her knees raised and slightly spread. There was nowhere to run. She knew she'd be thrown back at the dog if she tried making a break for it.
"Let 'im lick you off, baby. Come on, let's see a little show," Jack said, raising one foot and kicking her lightly in the back.
Donna cried out, jerking to one side while still trying to keep her distance from the approaching Doberman. Oh, she could feel his breath against her ankles!
"This can't be happening. I won't let it," Donna said to herself out loud.
But there was little she could do. Sam was crouched down now. Between his hind legs Donna could see something long and knobby and pointed sticking out. OH, it was his prick. He was going to...no, no, she wouldn't let that happen to her! It just couldn't!