Chapter 11

Sam was growing with excitement now. All the bruises and burns Donna had meant nothing to her compared to the horror she now faced. All the natural feelings she had against animals surfaced at this moment when the Doberman began stalking her in earnest. Donna struggled backward on the rug, her heels slipping on the filthy piling as she squirmed away from the panting Doberman.

"No, no..."

She was wetting herself! Yes, in spite of everything, she was wetting herself with cunt juice! Her surprise and confusion registered in her face. But the sensations of the inner surfaces of her cunt as she wormed away from the animal were oh, so good. Had all the sex she'd experienced somehow overload her circuits, made her favor any kind of stimulation just as long as she could achieve a powerful satisfaction? She didn't know. Surely this was a question she'd have to ask herself much later, when the storm had calmed. "NO!"

It was more a cry against herself than to the approaching Doberman. The animal was through playing around. She could see the grim determination in his eyes, the stance he took in front of her, his forepaws stretched out and braced for attack. Oh, how she wished she had a gun. But who would she use it on? Herself? The dog? The men who had forced her to face this awful aspect of her personality?

"OHHHHHHHH!"

The worst happened. Sam jumped, his paws hitting her thighs. Quickly he moved in, his nose plunging under her cunt mound, his tongue wetting her again all over. He was whining, wiggling his strong, black body back and forth as he stood above her on the rug. Donna was petrified! The first touch of his tongue had made her stomach buck with fear. It was an unnamed fear, a terror that made her mind flash white with blankness. She should be striking him now, kicking at him. Surely she had the opportunity to do so. The cuffs were off. There was nothing holding her down or back.

"Ohhhhh no...oh my God!"

It was unbelievable. She was actually accepting him, embracing him as if he were her lover! She shot a look at Trina. No, her cousin was still out of it, hanging there like a hunk of meat, cum still probably trickling from her injured ass-hole. Thank God she wouldn't have a family witness to this!

"Go for it, baby. Come on, get down on that mutt. You dig it, dig it bad, don'tcha?" Jack said, froth flecking his lips.

Yes, she loved it. She had fallen back, covering her eyes with one hand while kneading her tits with the other. It was a lovely, wonderful licking friction that was bringing a flood of cunt juice to her hot little hole. Again and again Donna told herself she wasn't getting lapped up by an animal. No, it was Jack or Ron or Brad between her legs, licking up her juices, growling like a dog.

"Oh, oh, OH!"

Her knees fell apart more. She heard her cunt lips unstick. Yes, she was shameless, a real-live slut, the type of woman her aunt feared she'd turned out to be.

"Man, I can't take this. I gotta get some relief,"

Ron said, unzipping his Levi's and stepping out of them. Brad followed suit, both of them going up to Trina and taking her completely down from the table. The last Donna saw of her cousin this time was disappearing under the hammering thighs of both men. The groans she heard were strangely similar to her own-moans of fear strongly tinged with delight.

"Go for it baby, and I'll let you swing on my cock," Jack said, pulling out his much-used cock again and working it up with his fingers to full hardness, thickness and length.

Donna smacked her lips, feeling the dog nuzzling his black nose between her cunt lips. Oh, he was smelling and tasting her! Gently and delicately, his long pink tongue sucked around her inner cunt lips, petting her clit. She shuddered with the explosive fever burning through her brain and body. The licking was so uninhibited, so wild. He rested on his belly now between her widely splayed thighs. She could feel his breath over her cunt curls as he wet her pussy over and over again.

"Stupid little slut! Stupid little slut!"

Her aunt's words rang once again in her ears as the Doberman licked her pussy.

"Oh, oh, OH!"

No, she wasn't a slut. This was something she was forced to do! When it was over...when it was over, what would she do? Did she really think she could look at herself in the mirror and believe the men had forced her to feel all the delights that had seared her mind? No, she had been an active part of this, had actually encouraged them to hurt and insult her more. "Unnghhh...! "

Yes, she knew what she was doing. She could feel the animal between her shivering legs, feel his short fur tickling her flesh. This wasn't any of the men licking her. No, she wanted this animal, needed him. The wild perverted hunger of her body seemed to force everything out of her consciousness except the desire to make the sensations between her thighs more intense. She was possessed by the desire to have the dog lick her more intensely. Growling almost as loudly as Sam, Donna felt his snout pushing into the squishy, steamy mess between her thighs.

"Lick me...unnghhoooooohhh, lick me..."

Donna writhed her shoulders against the rug, feeling the carpet gathering up in wrinkles and working into her sweaty asscrack. Her tits jiggled like mounds of pudding while the nipples stood up like tiny mountain peaks.

"Oh Jesus, Christ in heaven..."

Donna moved her ass up, giving the animal more of her cunt to eat. He sensed her growing excitement and whimpered through his black snout. Now he was licking the rounded bottoms of her ass-cheeks. She could feel his hot spit trickling down her ass, leaking into her ass-hole. Yes, yes, it was wonderful. She gasped and babbled to him as he fucked her with his tongue. She was fanning her fingers now along his neck, drawing him closer to her, feeling the short fur around his snout tickling the slick membrane separating her outer and inner cunt lips. Drool leaked from the corner of her mouth. She moved her ass up, then let it fall back. She tensed and flexed her thighs again and threw her ass up once more.

"Now, baby, now. You're primo for a fucking," Jack said, rolling up his eyes and seeing he wasn't going to get any help. His buddies were busy fucking Trina together; the blonde yelled with lust and pain.

Donna rolled over, felt herself now crouching down on all fours, her forehead resting against the rug, her arms folded under her tits while her nipples scraped over the carpeting. It was going to happen. It was really going to happen! And the girl was simply too weak to stop it. In a way Donna wanted it, wanted to feel that hard cock reaming her out. She was actually working her ass around in tight, frantic circles, crying excitedly through her flared nostrils. Her lungs burned as she sucked in more air to feed her overworked body.

Sam was licking at her ass, wetting each cheek thoroughly. The tickle was exciting beyond words! Oh God, yes, it would be wonderful to have something good and hard in her cunt!

"Fuck, fuck..."

Everything else that happened that evening was a blur. She remembered Jack sticking his cock in her mouth and telling her to suck hard. He held her head in both his hands, nearly crushing her skull while his cries mingled with those of his friends across the room.

Donna's long brown hair hung down and curtained her face. It was happening. Claws scraped her skin, then slid up. A furry weight suddenly at her back told her Sam had mounted her. She could feel his hindquarters moving nervously behind her legs, pressing up against the soft spots behind each knee.

"MMMMMFFFFF!"

She felt the red tip of Sam's prick gouging lower, until it slipped into her hole. Oh, how her cunt walls grabbed at it, trembling and fluttering as if it were a man's cock. As Jack's cock sawed in and out of her mouth, choking her with jizz, Sam fucked her rapidly. Twice the Doberman tried working his cock all the way in, then gave up and simply tightened his grip around her waist and fucked madly away.

"Man, gonna...ughhhhh-shoot!"

Jack sprayed her throat again with his cum, pushing in so hard that the tip reached the base of her throat. At the same time the Doberman whined, nestling his head in the valley between Donna's jutting shoulder blades. Shot up with cum-swimming in it-mounted by a dog! The thoughts whirled dizzyingly in her mind. Just as Sam slipped his softening prick from her cunthole, the girl felt herself finally losing consciousness. The long afternoon had taken its toll. She didn't hear the derisive laughter any longer, or the cries coming from across the room as Trina and her two rapists came together.

Donna had no idea how long she'd been unconscious. When she came to, she found herself alone with her cousin. Trina had been unbound and left sprawled on the rug next to her. All traces of the men were gone. When Donna moved, she felt something slick in her cunt. She shivered, remembering what had happened that evening. Trina was staring at her.

"Well..."

Donna didn't know what to say. Thank God Trina hadn't seen her last degrading act.

"Trina, it was...it was awful!" she said, burying her face in her hands.

"You didn't look that upset," the girl said, examining herself and sighing.

"That's a terrible thing to say," Donna said, staring wide-eyed at her cousin with a red face.

"But it's true. Neither of us...well, I guess that's something we'd better talk about later. We'd better get home. Unghhh, oh, I'm hurting all over. You'll have to help me, Donna," the blonde said, closing her eyes and making a face.

The two of them dressed slowly, neither daring to look at the other.

"How much money do you have?" Trina said, picking up her purse and fishing through the wallet.

"Ten dollars, I think," Donna said, looking nervously around. She didn't want to stay. They might come back.

"Good. I've got twenty. That's enough to get back to Pasadena. We'll have to think of something to tell Mom, I guess," Trina said, guiding her cousin out.

Donna stepped out into the cool night air. Behind he she could hear the Pacific pounding the beach. Instinctively she knew that's what Trina was thinking. In spite of all these horrors, Trina was thinking of finding those men again. No, no, never. She'd never do it. Clenching her fingers into two tight fists, Donna followed her cousin to the main street, trying to ignore the itchy ache gathering around her clit the moment she thought of those men. No! NO!