Chapter 6
Janet nearly fainted from the suddenness of the German shepherd's fucking. Suddenly she felt his bristly fur tickling her pussylips while his tight little balls rubbed frantically up and down her upturned asscheeks. The brunette grunted in horror, closing her eyelids tightly and fighting down the desire to scream. She clenched her fingers into tight fists and dug her nails into her palms as she felt that massive animal weight pushing her down into the dirt floor. Her stomach churned one more time as she felt something hot, bumpy and slick sliding in and out of her pussy.
She knew it was that dog's cock reaming out her cunt. Janet tried to cry out something, but ended her cry with gagging, choking sounds. Her mouth tasted of sour bile.
"Fuck 'er good."
"Hey baby, like your dog meat?"
"Hey, cunt. Go on, swallow up that fuckin' dog's prick."
They all hooted insults at her, taunting and laughing at her plight as the big animal growled with lust above her. Janet moaned, pushing her face in the dirt and crying out with disgust.
"UHHHHHH!" she groaned as she felt something large and greasy bump up against her outer cuntlips. It was that big know she'd seen earlier on the animal's cock. It bulged mightily just in front of his fat dick-root. The German shepherd growled, readjusting his position nervously behind the crouching brunette and hunching forward more frantically as he tried to work the big knob in.
"Nooooo," Janet cried, beating the ground with her fists, then opening them and clawing at the dirt with her fingers as she felt the dog tear away at her pussy with his cock. His hot fur bristled against her slick labia as he lowered his head and rested his drooling jaws on the brunette's shoulder.
"Go on. Wiggle that ass. Let him know you want him," Jack said mockingly.
Janet wailed as she felt the shepherd's big paws slide up and rake over her tits. He hunched down and forward harder, driving that big slippery knob harder against her pussylips. Janet's eyelids fluttered open and her eyes bugged out as she felt something giving way under the big animal's insistent pressure.
She felt the ring of tight muscles guarding her pussy hole cracking open, breaking down as that fat knob plunged further and further into her cunt. The crouching brunette cried out, then felt the air rush out of her lungs as that knob plopped into her cunt. Her cuntlips clasped his cock, trapping the whining animal's fat prick inside. Janet's nostrils flared while blood rushed to her puffy cheeks. She gasped for breath while she felt her body suddenly flush out into a hot burn. Her vocal cords tightened, pushing the veins out in her forehead and neck. Finally she was able to scream. It started long and low, deep in her belly, then turned into a high-pitched wail that echoed through the barn.
"Whew, baby," Jack commented, digging his fists into his powerful hips and raising his eyebrows while he looked down at her. "When you get turned on, nothing can stop you."
Janet couldn't hear him. The air in her lungs burned as she fought to remain conscious. That big knob buried inside her fuck-hole was stretching her pussy membranes to the tearing point. She felt the nerve-endings in her cunt sputtering with something halfway between agony and a strange, excruciating kind of delight. The dog sensed her dilemma and stopped his fucking, humping motions for a few seconds. The two of them, crouching woman and fucking dog, seemed frozen in time. Then tiring of the wait, the big dog started hunching down again. Janet cried out as she felt that fat knot rubbing back and forth in her violated snatch. She swung her head back and forth, whipping the backs of her clawing hands with her long brown hair as she shrieked for pity.
"Keep on askin' God to help you. He's about the only one around here who will," Jack said mockingly as he kicked the side of the woman's head.
Janet groaned from the sharp pain that kick created and turned her face away from the grinning inmate. She covered her ears with her hands to blot out the mocking and obscene cheers the other men were making as the big dog fucked himself into a climax.
"Oh, oh, God, help me! God, won't s-somebody come and h-help m-m-mee!" Janet wailed as she felt the German shepherd wrap his paws more tightly around her belly. Janet sucked in a deep breath and held it as she felt his slick cock vibrating furiously inside her pussy. She knew he was about to blow his jizz inside her. Janet steeled herself for what was about to become the most humiliating thing that could ever happen to a woman. She could sense the air of delighted expectancy the men had as the big animal threw back his head and let out a long, high wail of unspeakable delight.
"He's doin' it. He's actually dumpin' his fuckin' load in 'er," several of the inmates said as the big dog jerked his body down hard onto Janet's upturned buttocks. The brunette groaned deep in her throat, burying her face in shame in her hands as she felt the steady, long squirts of jizz splattering against her cuntal walls. She felt her pussy filling up with the thick cream, then the spunk trickled out from between her stretched labia and ooze down her trembling thighs. Janet felt sickened by the thought of what was going on behind her. She couldn't imagine anyone getting turned on by such a vile act. But yet those inmates were surrounding her, rubbing their cocks, jerking off as they watched the big dog spill his jizz into her pussy.
Finally it was over. Janet opened her mouth and let out a sigh of relief as she felt the dog's cock stop jerking against her slicked-down cuntal walls. The animal licked the back of her neck in appreciation. Janet wrinkled her face up in disgust and tried to pull away from the lapping dog.
"Aw, he just wants to show you how happy he is," Jack said, reaching down and forcing Janet to look up at him. She saw his cock still stiff and rigid, red and rubbery in his hand. He bent his knees and shoved forward, pushing the dick in between her lips. "You suck that dick and you suck it good. You try any funny business and I'll throw you like a hunk of raw meat at those dogs. He may like fuckin' you. But I know he'll rip you apart if I want him to, baby. I've been trainin' those fuckin' dogs for the past couple days. I know what they can do," Jack said as he pushed forward and drove his fat dickhead into her mouth.
"MMMMM," Janet protested in a low groan. But she was helpless. She had to do what he said. The brunette closed her full red lips around that thickly veined dick, pulling back while she fluttered her tongue against its sensitive underside. All the time the dog still had his dick buried inside her cunt. He'd stopped shooting his spunk. But somehow no one bothered to tell him he should let go of her. He kept up his fucking-motions even though his cock wasn't as hot and stiff as it had been minutes ago.
Jack's dick slid quickly over her teeth and rammed hard against the back of her mouth, threatening to slide down her throat. The brunette nearly gagged. Hot spittle ran out her mouth and dribbled down her chin as Jack hunched forward again and sent his fat dick ramming into Janet's tonsils. His big balls slapped noisily against the bottom of her chin. The thick, pungent odor of stale sweat and piss mixed in with the odor of his drooling jizz and drifted up Janet's nose as the big inmate ground his smelly hairy crotch against her flushed face.
Janet could still feel the animal's slick, knotty dick still sliding in and out of her pussy. Didn't that damned dog ever give up? Janet remembered seeing two animals fucking in the alley when she lived in San Francisco. They seemed to stay coupled for hours. She felt a groan rising up from her belly as she thought of being rammed in the snatch by that growling shepherd for hours.
"Fuckin' shit! I'm gonna blow," Jack said, wrinkling up his forehead and shutting his eyelids tightly together. Janet saw the big man's lower jaw slacken. His head was tilted slightly back and his entire muscular body swayed back and forth. Janet could feel the thick veins wrapped around his cock throbbing wildly as his drooling dickhead pulsated crazily. The thick knob contracted, sending a large blob of spunk spitting down into her throat.
"UNNGHHHMM," Janet groaned, feeling his jizz filling her mouth quickly. She could taste the saltiness of the jizz as it washed over her tongue, then pushed forward over her other teeth and finally spilled out from either side of her mouth. The woman sobbed, her belly heaving with each choking, stifled cry as the hot cum oozed down the sides of her face and dripped to the dirt under her hands.
The big dog kept hunching even though he'd shot his was only a few minutes earlier. When Jack finished dumping his load into Janet's mouth, he pulled back, drawing his softening cock slowly out. When his fat bulb popped free of the brunette's clinging lips, Jack flipped his cock back into his Levi's, then walked around to the woman's ass and gently pulled the dog away from her.
"Oh, thank God, thank God," Janet said, spitting what cum she could from her mouth onto the floor between her hands. She looked down and saw the white spunk blotting the soil under her. She shivered with revulsion and hatred as she watched those wads of cum slowly sink into the loose dirt. Janet looked around, spotting Jack standing directly behind her. She wanted to leap up and scar his face with her fingernails. She's been forced to commit an act that would be branded in her mind forever. She wanted to get back at him in any way she could.
"Hey, Jack, you think we ought 'ta get back?" one of the inmates asked nervously as he glanced at his watch.
Jack looked down at his wrist and saw it was ten o'clock.
"Why bother? They don't have the bed check 'til midnight," Jack said, scratching his groin lazily as he sneered down at Janet.
"Bed check?" she cried out. It sounded more like a boy scout camp instead of a prison.
"That's right, honey. They know how to treat us over there," Jack said, laughing nastily. The others joined him as Janet looked in disbelief at the crowd still surrounding her.
"It's so fuckin' easy to come over her it ain't funny," Jack started to explain, sauntering over to the brunette, then squatting down next to her head. Janet was still in a bitch-crouching position. She'd been so humiliated and degraded she didn't even want to change positions. Any move of her body seemed to make her situation even more disgusting than before. "You see, bitch, this is a minimum security place. Not many guards. And the ones they've got are so fuckin' stupid they don't know. half what's goin' on around them. They check on us a couple 'a times a day, but that don't make much difference. We know the routine. It's easy to slip in and out of the place without making anyone suspicious."
"Oh, God," Janet said, turning away and hanging her head limply down her chest. Her father had let these men on his farm to help them out and to get cheap labor in the bargain. They probably didn't think much about roaming out of the prison compound when he was living there alone. But when Janet showed up, they had a motive.
Another thought struck her now. They'd all drawn their cards. She knew who they were and what they were up to. They'd gotten their rocks off pretty much, using her up like some cheap slut. What were they going to do with her now?
"Oh baby, you've been real good to me," Jack crooned, running his fingers through her thick brown hair.
Janet shuddered again and pulled away from him, whimpering something high in her throat. The big inmate chuckled and kept stroking her hair.
"I saw you and that fucker Chuck makin' it that night. You don't know how many times I jacked off in the John thinkin' about your fuckin' cunt. And the way you paraded around here, thinkin' that snatch of yours was something so precious. Fuck," Jack said, turning his head to one side and spitting derisively on the ground. "That started it, babe. I went back to the farm, had dinner, then came back and took care of you."
Janet recalled the night she'd been raped. Her hatred for the big man increased.
"When I got back I told some of the guys about your great pussy. They had to come along and find out for themselves," Jack said, reaching up and wiping some spittle from his thick red lips. "You gave 'em a real nice show."
"Chuck?" she asked in a tiny voice, turning around and looking him in the eyes. The big inmate didn't say anything. But his face broke into a hideous smile. Janet shrank back, covering her throat instinctively as she knew what the smile meant. Her skin crawled with horror. What had they done with him? What were they going to do with her?
Jack got up and walked over to the wall adjoining the large entrance door. There was a long fire hose curled on a spike driven into the wood. Janet herself had ordered the installation of that hose, primarily because the barn, kennel and stables were so close together, yet without, adequate fire protection.
Now the brunette watched Jack and two other inmates uncurl the hose, then hold tightly onto the
sides of the thick material.
"Turn 'er on," he said over his shoulder, pointing the brass nozzle at her.
Janet scrambled around on her ass and covered her face protectively just as the first blast of cold water crashed against her body. The brunette felt herself being roughly shoved backward by the stinging spray. She felt the muddied dirt burrowing into her asscrack and shitter as she scooted backward, pushed by the water.
The men roared with laughter as Janet felt herself rolling over and over. She tried to struggle to her feet, but the stream of water hit her like a hammer across the belly, sending her back on her ass in the mud while a portion of that white cold stream peeled open her cuntlips and washed the doggie jizz out of her hole with one blast.
Janet doubled up, her mouth opening wide as the blast against her body and especially her sensitive cunt paralyzed her.
"Stop! S-s-stop!" Janet cried, rolling onto her belly and trying to get her pussy away from the stinging stream. Her long brown hair was slicked down by the water and clung to her neck and shoulders. Jack trained the water on her ass, laughing obscenely as he watched those gleaming globes tremble under the force of the spray. He moved the nozzle slightly to the left and shot the water directly into her asscrack. Janet howled with agony, jerking forward and rolling around in the mud like a crazed pig.
"Get her cunt," some of the men chanted.
Janet still struggled to keep her pussy free of the killing stream. But the force of the spray was turning her around. Her skin reddened as the roaring water blasted around her thighs. At the same time the woman began to feel a strange kind of arousal tightening her cuntal muscles. The water droplets were tickling her pussy, rubbing it up to a climax Janet thought was absolutely crazy. Orgasming with a stream of water? She ran her fingers hard through her slicked-down hair. Was she going crazy?
Her thinking caught her unaware. A quick blast of water to the side sent Janet crashing down and spinning around, exposing her cunt to the hose. The incredibly heavy rush of cold water on her crotch made Janet's hips rise and fall. She cried out in a mixture of pain, shame and lust as she found herself almost involuntarily welcoming the rush of water. Jack was careful not to let the full brunt of the heavy cold stream blast into her snatch. That would have ripped her pussy to pieces. At it was, the rushing water tickled her cuntal walls, spattering against her rising, unsheathing clit as the men laughed at their result.
"OHHHHHH," Janet cried as the splashing waves of water bounced off her tits and filled her nostrils and mouth. The woman turned her head to the side and coughed and gasped for air.
"Like it, baby?" Jack taunted, training the water on her tits and belly now while an occasional spray spattered into her churning cunthole.
Janet ignored them as unusual. She felt the unmistakable tension in her crotch that signalled the steady build of an orgasm. She closed her eyes and lay sprawled on the muddied dirt. She put her hands down on either side of her rocking thighs, digging her fingers into the soft wet dirt and twisting her hips, actually seeking out the thick stream of water. Its violent spattering was starting to feel more and more erotic. The tight, tickling, aching feelings in her crotch grew and grew, sharpening to a painful point as the water beat at her clit.
The brunette tilted her head back, rubbing it against the wooden planks of the wall behind her as she felt lower than she'd ever felt before in her life, She was literally wallowing in filth, driven to the wall of a barn by this pack of lunatic prisoners who were training a fire hose onto her pussy. What was worse, she was actually enjoying it!
A quick move of Jack's arm swept the water up across her tits, then back to her cunt. The sudden move from her pussy made the rising tide of sexual excitement slacken slightly. But the renewed blast shot it up higher than before. Jack was carefully aiming the hose, training it so that the stream wouldn't be painful or damaging-just hard enough to make her shamefully climax in front of all these men.
Once more the hose shot a stream across her belly and onto her tits. Jack turned the hose down, sending the hard spray into the dirt next to her left hip. Gods of thick mud spattered backward in every direction, covering Janet's hair and face with filth. The brunette squealed with disgust, raising her hands and trying to wipe off the mud that was coating her upper body. Jack laughed loudly, then moved the hose back to Janet, washing her off in seconds with the full force of the gushing stream.
"OHHHHHH," the brunette cried as the hose blasted a stream onto her tits now, forcing the rubbery tips up toward her face. Then he moved back to her cunt again, this time the blast opening the flesh around her clit. It felt like a mouth sucking and licking at the top of her cunt-mound. Janet groaned, tensing herself as she tried to hurry her climax.
Janet didn't care what the men thought now. She spread her legs, trying to make as much room for the invading cold stream as possible. She felt the thrill of the blast as it now shot down in front of her snatch, sending a thin clean spray into her asscrack and shithole.
"UNNNNNN," Janet moaned as she felt every no part of her body heat up with lust. She felt the need for sexual release. The top of her pussy was tied up tightly in hard knots of hunger. Her hips rolled and circled in the mud, looking for some last bit of friction to send her sailing over the edge into a hard climax.
"NNNNNNNN," Janet groaned, twisting under the force of that splashing stream as she felt her cunt clench like a fist. She could almost hear the slapping and gnawing of her cuntwalls as they clamped down on nothing but air and cold water. Jack played the icy stream even harder on the woman's snatch. There was another contraction that sent her pitching forward, then sliding down into the soft mud and twisting her muddied ass into the soft, wet dirt. She was moaning like a bitch in heat being fucked, the tearing waves of her orgasm making every muscle in her body tighten and freeze with unspeakable delight;
Janet was completely out of control now. She wanted to shriek and scream like a crazy woman. The water and gut-twisting burst of her climax tightened even her vocal chords. Her shrieks of ecstasy turned into strangled sobs of pleasure. She writhed on the filthy ground, groaning in delightful agony by the incredible climax ripping across her pussy. The sound of the rushing water still playing on her throbbing tits drowned out the laughter and obscene remarks the inmates were making. She rolled over, feeling the stream blasting against the spasming ring around her asshole. Janet choked down her sobs as she felt her breath drawn short by her come. Her head lolled around and around as her climax drained every ounce of strength she had in her body. Suddenly the stream of washing water stopped. Janet pitched face-forward into the mud, sobbing with humiliation and in exhaustion as the final waves of her strange climax swept over her drenched pussy.