Chapter 5
Janet closed her eyelids one more time and stifled a sob that bubbled up to he. lips. The foul, sickening taste of the rag shoved deep in her mouth made her want to vomit. But the brunette knew she'd only choke on her own puke. They'd love that to happen. She could imagine herself drowning in that thick, yellowish bile as the men watched and laughed.
After her ass-rape, Janet found herself being roughly lifted to her feet and dragged like a dead carcass to a twelve-inch iron hook. It hung from an inch-thick manila rope that was fastened to one of the barn's overhead wooden crossbeams. Under the hook several of the men bound her wrists and ankles tightly together, tying her hands to the bottom curve of the cold hook. Shoving an old sweat rag into her mouth and fixing it with another rag tied around her face, the men then hauled the hook high in the air, dragging Janet's sagging body with it. The brunette sprang to life only when she felt the weight of her body almost pulling her arms out of her shoulder sockets. Her arm and chest muscles strained to the breaking point as the men hauled her higher and higher into the air. Finally they stopped, fastening the rope on a wall hook and leaving her toes several inches above the ground.
Janet didn't pay too much attention to what happened after that. All she could think of was the growing agonizing ache in her shoulders and arms and the bitter taste of that mouth gag.
"Okay, bring her down," Jack said to two of the men as he crossed his big arms across his chest and stared hotly at her. Janet shuddered at the order. As painful as her position was, at least she was safe from any kind of fucking. Her ass still throbbed from the brutal fucking Jack had given her an hour earlier. As she felt her toes touch the cold dirt floor, the brunette wondered when this nightmare would end. Surely they had to leave before morning. This couldn't go on forever. Janet wondered what time it was as the two men untied her hands from the large hook. She moved her eyes from left to right quickly, searching for any kind of clue as to what they had planned for her next.
But the men refused to give up any hint. They all stared mutely at her as the two men untied her ankles, then pushed her roughly to the center of the barn. Janet wondered what had happened to Chuck. Her mind spun around dizzily as she thought of the kind of torture and humiliation that had seared her body and spirit in the past few hours. Chuck, Chuck, she thought desperately.
The two men held her tightly while Jack stepped out of the barn. Janet held her breath, looking from one man to the other as she waited expectantly for the inmate to return. She was sure something horrible was about to happen to her.
"UHHHHH," Janet said, twisting her wrists against the ropes biting into her skin as she saw something that shocked her. Her knees quivered and her mind grew light with horror as she saw Jack lead in one of the German shepherds Chuck had purchased for breeding purposes. It was the one Jack had teased earlier that day; one she was sure he was going to use for breeding purposes of his own.
Janet stared at the snarling dog. His dark gray fur seemed to be standing on end with excitement. Janet felt her belly turn over as she watched the inmate pull the dog in on a long, brown leather leash. Jack stopped just in front of her, giving the big dog a silent command to sit. The brunette watched the shepherd warily as he squatted down on his muscular haunches, his long pink tongue hanging out the corner of his pointed muzzle, dripping with spittle. Janet saw his powerful belly heaving up and down with excitement as his forepaws quivered with tension.
"You're a real bitch, bitch. This should be natural for you," Jack said, reaching up and wrapping his powerful, thick fingers around her neck. Janet groaned as she felt him digging into her throat. He wheeled her around like a top, spinning her faster and faster until he pulled down and sent her crashing into the dirt.
Janet grunted as she lost her balance and rolled over and over on her sides. Her brain spun dizzily around in her head as she finally stopped on her back. Gradually the brunette was aware of something hot and wet licking her face. She opened her eyes and found herself peering at the big dog. He towered over her head, his jaws leaking hot spittle that trickled down to her forehead. Janet shuddered and let out a low groan through the filthy rag. She wriggled her ass and tried to escape the licking of the big animal.
"Looks like he likes you, baby," Jack snarled as he walked over to her and placed the heel of his boot against her side. With a quick sharp kick he sent her rolling across the dirt floor again. This time Janet could hear the dog snarling and barking wildly behind her. She pulled her head up when she stopped rolling and focused her eyes on the big animal. Jack was still holding him tightly by the leash. The growling shepherd's body quivered with uncontrollable passion as his sharp, crisscrossed teeth glistened under the dim lamp light. His rubbery black gums were stretched back from his mouth and flecked with foamy dots of spittle as a series of strained growls filled the barn. The leash strained from the weight of the pawing shepherd. Barking with an insane and lustful rage, he jerked repeatedly on the restraining leather, lunging again and again as he tried to get at Janet.
"See how much he wants you?" Jack said. "He gets that way whenever he sees something treated like a pile of shit, I guess. And that's just what you are, babe," Jack hissed. He walked over to her, holding tightly onto the leash and leaned down. Wrapping his fingers around her long hair, he jerked her hair and almost pulled it out by the roots. Janet felt her eyes ass with tears of pain. "You're just a pile of hot, stinkin' shit. And you'll never get us out of here."
How did he know about what she and Chuck decided? Then a horrible thought struck her. Could they somehow have overheard their conversation, or heard Chuck talk to the warden? And if so, was Chuck still alive? Janet couldn't think any further than this. Jack was letting out the leash slowly as the big animal growled and headed for Janet. Soon he was almost on top of her. The massive furry head dropped. His tongue shot out, spattering her hip with spittle. Janet screamed through the dirtied rag, jerking up and pushing backward on the dirt as she tried to get away from the animal. She wanted to roll over on her belly. But Jack stood next to her, kicking her hard on the side whenever she started to turn over.
"Spread those legs and let the animal get a good taste of your snatch," Jack said, raising his leg and bringing it down slowly between her tightly clenched thighs. Janet shuddered as she felt the cold leather of his boot come in contact with her skin. Reluctantly she spread her legs, pushing them about two feet apart and thus exposing her twat to the quivering animal.
"UHHHHH," Janet groaned as the big animal edged his way between her legs. She tilted her head up and turned her face away as she felt his forelegs brush up against her inner thighs. Then Janet could feel the big animal's hot breath curling around the matted, kinky curls covering her soft pussy mound. She shivered with horror as she knew what was about to happen. "OHHHHHH," the brunette moaned as she felt that cold, wet curious nose press up against her cuntlips. She shuddered. Her belly shook with revulsion. The woman wanted to snap her legs together and destroy the animal. But Janet knew that such a move would probably anger him and send him gnawing onto her exposed pussy. Whatever was going to happen next, it couldn't be as bad as that.
"Get a lick of that wild snatch, boy. Come on, get lickin' on it," Jack encouraged the animal.
Janet closed her eyes and let the hot tears fall freely onto her flushed cheeks. She'd never felt this low before. She was a respectable woman, coming from a fine family and receiving a decent education. She was a professional. Janet kept telling herself that over and over as she felt the big German shepherd's hot tongue start sloshing in and out of her pussy.
"OHHHHHH," Janet cried, lowering her body completely onto the ground with weakness and frustration. She dug her shoulder blades into the dirt and rolled her head back and forth as the dog started licking her pussylips savagely. Janet gave up fighting completely. She opened her glazed eyes and saw Jack peering down at her. He'd taken his dick out again and was jerking it off directly above her head. She didn't care. At least he wasn't sticking that thing up her ass or in her cunt.
Gradually the brunette felt her pussy warming up to the animal's insistent licking. There was something caressing, even gentle and caring about that tonguing that seemed to soothe her frenzied mind. Janet pulled up on her knees, spreading her thighs further apart to give the dog more room. At the same time that spreading motion helped peel back her cuntlips, exposing the sensitive layer of tissues between her inner and outer lips. The dog immediately found it, shoving his hot tongue into the area and digging at the quivering flesh.
"MMMMMMM," the brunette moaned, closing her eyes and digging the back of her head into the dirt as she felt the large dog's tongue sloshing carelessly in her swampy hole. She could feel the dog's hot fur brushing against her quivering legs as streams of warm doggie spittle trickled down from the bottom junction of her cuntlips, through her tight ass-crack to her shithole. The German shepherd's rough tongue sanded across her puffing labia, peeling them back with every upward lick, exposing the dark, musky hole behind. Janet groaned with forbidden ecstasy as that cold animal nose nuzzled the slicked-down cunt-hairs covering her cuntal mound.
Janet gasped from the unbelievable tickle that was racking her pussy. Hot/cold delicious chills of sexual excitement rippled through her writhing body as the dog's licking became faster and more frenzied. Janet rolled slightly to the left, then to the right, rocking her body back and forth as she felt the big dog .slather up her box with his spit. He sloshed up to her clit, rubbing its sensitive surface with the tip of his tongue, then moving back down to her hot, juicy hole.
"Look at him go," Jack said, running his fingers faster and faster, up and down his dick-shaft. A few of the other men followed his example, jerking their dicks out of their pants and frigging wildly as they watched the groaning, bound brunette being licked off by the German shepherd.
Licked off by a damned dog, Janet thought to herself in her burning brain. She'd heard of it happening to women. But Janet always thought of such things as obscene jokes; of something men made up to cheapen the image of women. She never thought she'd actually be welcoming something like that to happen to her.
"UHHHH," Janet cried wildly through the filthy cotton cloth in her mouth as she felt another scalding pressure of the powerful tongue peel her cuntlips apart one more time. He was stabbing his nose in her hole now, forcing the passage into a wide tunnel with his pointed snout. He growled deep in his throat. The vibrations of the low sound made her pussy vibrate in response, sending her clit into tiny spasms of delight. Her cunt was aching from desire and lust. Janet spread her legs even further apart, hoping he'd stick his entire head in her fuck channel. The brunette didn't care any longer about who was watching or what she was being forced to go through. All she knew was that something hot, wet and wonderful was stimulating her pussy, making her forget the horrible humiliations of the past few hours.
"Lickin' the split," Jack said, laughing lewdly as he rubbed his cock closer to a climax.
Janet groaned louder. The big dog pulled out of her grabbing hole. His tongue explored higher along the insides if her thighs again. She could feel the spittle cooling on her hot skin as the dog bathed her lower torso completely in a thick layer of saliva. Janet hunched upward, wanting some kind of friction in her pussy again. Her snatch muscles were contracting, shutting her pussy tunnel hard with nothing to grab hold of. The woman rolled and sobbed as she jerked her knees upto her tits. The shepherd growled with excitement and lunged once more at the hairy, glistening surfaces of her cuntlips.
"OHHHHHH," Janet cried as the dog seemed to go crazy. He gouged his claws against her thighs and stuck his long nose once more up and down the flooded slick folds of her pussy. Janet lifted her head up and saw her own hot juice wetting the fur around his mouth. His hose glistened with it. His tongue lolled sloppily over her cunt, spearing into the hot slit between the puffy labia and sliding up to her quivering clit shaft. Janet lowered her head again and dug it into the dirt. She never felt this worked up in her life. And to think that a dog was doing this to her. She could hardly believe it.
"Okay, baby. You've had enough of the cunt-licking for a while," Jack said, signaling a man to pull the dog back.
Janet growled in frustration as she felt the dog's tongue being jerked out of her pussy. She could hear his own growls of furious frustration as the man dragged the dog away from Janet's slicked-down snatch.
"You dig the animal, hull, babe? You really like to feel his doggie tongue slide up and down that fuckin' snatch of yours. And you were so worried about protecting that precious pussy of yours from me. Shit! You're no better than a fuckin' whore," Jack said, sneering down at her. He raised his foot suddenly and brought it down against the side of her face. Janet groaned in terror as she felt the cold, smooth surface of the sole of his boot press down.
"UHHHHH," she groaned in abject horror as the sole of his boot dug into her tender skin. A dull, throbbing ache began to tear at her forehead as Jack continued to press down.
"Don't worry, babe. I'm not gonna kill you," he said, apparently guessing her thoughts.
Jack pulled his boot away, then slipped the toe under her side and rolled her over on her belly. "Get that ass up again."
Janet knew she couldn't argue with him. Sobbing, feeling ashamed and filled with hatred at the same time, the brunette painfully shoved her buttocks high in the air. She dug her elbows into the dirt, closing her eyes and trying to fight down the horror that was rising to her throat.
"See that hot little pussy, boy? She really wants your cock," Jack said in a cooing voice to the shaking animal.
Janet sobbed out loud, her mouth twisted open into a raw, red sore as she heard Jack describing in detail what was going to happen to her. She turned her head around and peered around her upturned thighs. She saw the big dog glaring hotly back at her, his sides heaving and quivering. Between his powerful hind haunches was a long, thick red prong slipping out of its gray furry sheath. Its pointed red tip dripped a slow but steady stream of white doggie cum. His furry, tight little balls jiggled with every upward jerk that knobby prick made. Her body was shaken by another spasm of terror as Jack reached up and stroked her cuntlips.
Then it happened. Janet saw the dog scramble up and bolt forward in a greyish streak of lightning. She cried out in horror, then turned away quickly and grit her teeth together as she heard the dog scramble behind her. There was a rush of air, then a groan of satisfaction followed by something hot and furry suddenly crashing down on her back.
The sores on her back and ass sang painfully from the sudden onslaught as Janet felt the big animal's forepaws slip around her sides and dig into her lower belly. At the same time she could feel his slippery, smooth rubbery hot cock pressing against her exposed snatch-lips. The brunette choked down the sharp-tasting bile that was rising up from her churning stomach. She was sickened by what was happening to her. The terror of being fucked by this near-rabid animal was augmented by the revulsion of having an animal's cock slipping inside her pussy.
"Oh, oh, ohhh," Janet moaned as she felt the big dog's heavy haunches pressing down on her ass.
His hind legs danced crazily behind her as he tried to slip his cock into her pussy. She cried out loud, wriggling her ass in an attempt to keep her snatch away from that probing dog-rod. The men enjoyed her futile thrashing, laughing and even shouting encouragement to her as the dog growled in frustration.
Janet slid forward on the dirt, crawling on her elbows as she felt the animal's cock start to slide up to her pussylips. Her hair stood on end as she felt the dog's hot, furry snout brush up against her right ear and his warm spittle ooze onto the back of her neck. She cried and sobbed in vain as the dog moved along with her.
Then her screams stopped as she felt something move behind her. There was a harsh growl followed by a stabbing sensation in her cunt. Janet screamed, then collapsed to the dirt as the big dog finally slipped the full length of his knobby cock in her snatch.