Chapter 9
Although Donna's mind was almost burned out from the physical abuse she had suffered, she jerked to life when she saw the dog, a German shepherd.
He was enormous, bigger than anything she'd ever seen. The powerful jaws were parted, revealing sharp, bone-white teeth and a long, lapping tongue. When Bob led the beast into the room, Donna could see a glint in the animal's eyes that chilled her bones to the marrow.
"Hold it, boy," Bob said, jerking back on the leather leash.
Donna pulled at the bonds that held her wrists and ankles, but when the men had tied her to the bed, they had made sure she couldn't escape. The hemp cut into her flesh, leaving her skin bruised and swollen.
Spread-eagled like this, if Bob let the dog go, Donna knew the animal would pounce on her. She knew Bob wouldn't, however. He wanted her to squirm, fully realize the torture she was about to experience.
"Don't ... God, don't," she begged, realizing her pleas were pointless.
"You like that pussy, Rex?" Bob said to the dog, ignoring Donna's cries of help. "It's nice, boy. So sweet and tight. Maybe you'd like to run that tongue up there first?"
The dog looked up at Bob as if he understood, then again pulled on the leash. His muscles were standing out, his front legs leaving the floor. A low growl escaped his throat.
"You like it, don't you, Rex?" Bob laughed. "Just fucking bet you can't wait to get that ol' dog cock of yours up her pussy."
Wayne and Tony joined in the laughter, their eyes on Donna's horrified expression.
"Go ahead, let him at her," Tony said, licking his lips in anticipation.
"We want to make it good, though," Bob said to Wayne. "Go get some syrup or something."
When Wayne left the room, Bob let the dog approach a little closer to the bed. Donna jerked and screamed when she felt the cold nose of the beast against the side of her ankle. She tried pulling her foot free of the knots of ropes, but she was rewarded only with a flash of blinding pain.
"Jesus ... please ... dear God, you ... you can't do this!" she gasped, her voice shrill with terror.
A few seconds later, Wayne entered the room carrying a bottle of honey. He nodded to Bob, then moved to the side of the bed. He opened the cap and poured a little of the sticky fluid over Donna's mound of cunt, then stuck his finger in the bottle. He thrust his hand against the dog's muzzle, letting the animal lick the honey off his finger.
"You like that, boy?" he said, grinning at Bob, then looking at Donna. "Huh, Rex? That honey good? There's more, right up there."
Donna began sobbing, begging, but her agony only made the men more determined to inflict greater humiliation. Wayne began smearing honey on her tits, then on the hollow of her throat.
Donna wished she could faint, but she couldn't. If anything, her senses became more acute. She even thought she could hear the pounding of the dog's heart.
To be fucked by an animal ...
What would happen? Would the dog fuck his cock in her cunt while he licked the honey off her tits? Or would he chew those horrible teeth into her flesh, rip her life away while he fucked her with his prick?
She began bucking, not caring if she tore her arms and legs off. She had to get away!
"No!" she shrieked.
"Go get her, Rex," Bob said, releasing the leash.
As if in slow motion, Donna watched the dog jerk free and bound on the bed. When his coarse fur touched her flesh, it was like a million icy-hot needles pricking her insides. She froze, afraid even to breathe.
Rex crouched between her parted legs as if pondering the situation. Slowly, his mouth widened and his long, slobbery tongue hung out. His eyes glinted with primeval lust.
The men gathered around the bed, watching to see what the dog would do next.
"Holy Cow!" Donna heard Carla gasp as she entered the room. "You guys have gone all out, haven't you?"
Donna looked at the other woman for support, for help, but she had the same insane look in her eyes as did the men.
"Yeah, he's just started," Tony said. "Have a seat and see what he'll do."
Donna wanted to close her eyes, to block out this ultimate degradation, but she couldn't. With fascinated horror, she watched the dog lower his muzzle, then felt the cold, rough texture of his nose against her cunt lips.
"Please!" Donna yelled, writhing as if on fire.
As the word burst from her throat, she felt the dog's tongue lick into her cunt. His spit was liquid filth, defiling her pussy.
The dog began smacking noisily, fucking his long, wet tongue farther inside Donna's cunt. Soon, he had licked off all the honey, but he still lapped at her tender, loose folds of pussy flesh. Donna could feel his sharp teeth scrape over her clit.
"Goddamn ... talk about licking pussy!" Carla said, kneeling beside the bed. "I want him after she's finished."
Donna couldn't believe her ears. How perverted could a woman be? To actually want it!
Rex fucked his tongue farther inside Donna's pussy. As he did, his teeth pricked into her delicate cunt flesh. Donna screamed, tried to squirm away from his horrible muzzle, but the dog wasn't having any of that. He jabbed his paws against her stomach and held her down, burrowing harder between her thighs.
"Aargggg," the animal growled, jerking his head back and forth.
Donna's mind was filled with total revulsion at what was happening. She realized, however, there wasn't a power in heaven or earth that could stop what was happening.
And this might only be the beginning!
The dog chewed and sucked on her cunt, humped his lower body downward, dragged his hairy belly over her legs. She could feel the wet tip of his reddish-colored, swollen cock.
"No ... God, no," she whimpered, feeling tears sting her cheeks.
"Lick her out good, boy," Bob said, patting the dog's back. He let his hand move to the back of the dog's head, then crammed it hard between Donna's legs. "Fuck her with it, Rex. Ream her out."
Although Donna couldn't imagine a greater horror, she soon encountered one. A growing terrifying sensation began fluttering the insides of her cunt.
The dog's tongue was like a thick, slippery cock. Half-hard, but massive, his tongue probed where a fully erect prick would go.
In and out ... licking ... delving ... eating ...
The sensation at the back of her cunt was like ice-cold oil, oozing forward, sliding over her wet, slippery pussy flesh.
"No ... God, no!" she screamed again, but this time to herself, to her own emotions.
What they were doing was horrible enough, but to actually ...
Feel pleasure?
She screamed again, her voice racked with sobs. The sensation became more powerful, filled her with uncontrollable pleasure.
Like a cock ... in and out ... grinding, eating ... fucking ...
Her pussy began throbbing as if a million volts of electricity were flowing into her guts. The bottom of her cunt crack began spitting out fuck juice, which the dog lapped down eagerly.
Donna's climax began to surge forward with greater speed, then blasted around her cunt opening with such force that she thought her insides would explode. She froze, her flesh turning ashen, then screamed.
"Jesus ... she's really getting her rocks," Carla said, her eyes filled with envy.
"Do it ... God do it, you bastard dog!" Donna heard herself say, each word filling her with greater humiliation. She couldn't stop the flow of words, however. "Eat ... suck ... chew ... unhhhhhhh ... fuck my pussy with your tongue ... lick it ... fuck me with your cock!"
Dog cock! She had actually begged for dog cock! She refused to believe she could lower herself so.
"Get up here and fuck me," she said, choking on the words. "Someone push him up and let him fuck me!"
The men laughed, then Bob grabbed the scruff of the dog's neck and yanked the beast forward. He pushed his muzzle down between Donna's honey-coated tits.
"Fuck her, boy. She says she wants it," Bob said.
Donna felt two sensations at the same time. The first was the dog's wet, rough mouth on her tits. The other was a sharp stab of red, swollen cockhead.
"Goddamn ... would you look at Rex's cock!" Carla gasped. "It's like a two-foot snake!"
His prick felt exactly two feet long-perhaps longer-as his cock entered Donna's cunt. The first inches were wonderful, but as he fucked in more, pain began to burn, throb.
"Ohhhh ... hurts," she panted. She squirmed, could feel his rock-like balls against the insides of her thighs. They pulsated slightly, filled with loads of thick yellow cum. "Make him ... "
She meant to say stop. Surely she meant that!
" ... fuck me harder!" she finished.
The dog fucked savagely in and out of her pussy, grinding the base of his thin, rubbery cock around in her cunt hole. His long, wet tongue was sliding back and forth between her tits, his teeth nipping at her hard nipples.
"Fuck me ... you fucking animal!" Donna screamed, again feeling a surge of orgasm. She began working with the dog, thrusting her hips up and down until her lower body was a blur. "All the way ... in me ... that's it ... yes ... fuck me ... screw me full of hot dog cum ... "
Each word she uttered lowered her to the pits of degradation, but she didn't care. In fact, she loved it. She wanted to be used, to be defiled. For with each horror, each stroke of dog cock, she felt pleasure she hadn't dreamed possible.
Suddenly, she felt her insides swell. The dog's prick was expanding, pulsating like an angry puff adder. Then, to Donna's amazement, the cockhead seemed to curve, crawl back down the shaft.
Was it possible for his cock to bend double? Possibly. Maybe that's why when dogs fucked it was hard to separate them. Would it be that way with her? After the dog had fucked in his cum, would he be trapped inside?
"Yes ... I ... I hope so," she voiced the thought.
His bullet-shaped cockhead began throbbing wilder, growing until his prickhead seemed as big as a fist. A few seconds later, it exploded, sending the first yellow mass of cum around his fucking cockshaft.
"Aieeeeeee!" Donna shrieked, feeling the fuck fluid eat into her flesh like boiling acid. Each drop seemed to bring with it another burst of orgasm for her guts. "Fuck! Fuck! Fuck!"
More masses of cum shot from the dog's cock. Then, as her cunt became loaded up and there was no more room, the fuck juice poured from her pussy opening. It melted into the crack of her ass, then splashed against the small of her back. The sheets stuck to her flesh like a second skin.
"More ... all of it, you bastard!" Donna choked, pumping her ass up and down wildly, no longer caring that anyone was watching. Nothing mattered but the delicious waves of pleasure that riddled her insides. "Cum inside me ... give me gallons ... fuck me ... "
Finally, her words trailed off to a spluttering moan and her body went limp. She simply couldn't take the ecstasy any longer although her body still craved it.
The dog gave another few humps, then relaxed, heaving his full weight inside her pussy. His teeth were on her right tit, his tongue rolling over her rock-hard nipple.
"Shit, we ought to get that bitch a donkey," Bob laughed. "You see how she took that dog cock?"
"I want it now," Carla said. "Come here, boy. I've got a sweet, hot pussy for you-"
"Shut up, you dog-fucking whore," Bob snapped. "We're not through with her yet."
Not through ... not through ... not through ...
What had he said? What could they possibly do now? They had violated her ultimately. There was nothing left.
"Ready for another fucking?" Bob said, looking down at Donna's ecstasy-ridden expression.
Donna didn't know whether to laugh or cry. How could she answer? She didn't even trust her own emotions. When her mind screamed no, her voice begged yes.
"Let's untie her and get her on her stomach," Bob said to Wayne and Tony. "Roll the bitch over and really see some doggy-fucking."
Donna was too exhausted to protest. She was like a rag doll when they grabbed at her body. And after pulling the dog away, she found herself on her stomach, the ropes again attached to her legs and arms.
"Get that ass, boy," Bob said to the dog, pulling him back onto the bed. "Run it up there and really fuck out her shitter."
Yes, Donna thought suddenly, they could do worse. And now it was about to happen. This horrible animal was now going to fuck her asshole. She would feel the same pressure, experience the same pain, only this time in her ass.
She felt the dog's wet mouth against the small of her back, could almost see his curved, swollen cock as his prick slid between the insides of her thighs.
"Let me help him get it in," Carla said, reaching for the animal's prick with both hands. She forced the tip of his enormous cockshaft between Donna's ass cheeks, grinding his prick against her puckered, tiny fuck hole. "Ohhhh ... it's gonna go in so easy."
Donna bucked, expecting a bolt of savage pain, but the pain never came. Instead, she felt a sweet, delicious sensation as the dog's cock fucked into her shitter. And even when his cockhead seemed to fuck right up between her lungs, she couldn't imagine anything more wonderful.
"Ohhhh ... yes," she panted, clawing at her palms with her fingernails. "Fuck me ... stick it all the way in ... give me some more hot ... dog cum, you prick ... "
The dog began humping, brutally stabbing his cock in and out of her shitter. And each time his cockroot pounded against her entrance, she could feel his small, nut-like balls burn against her flesh. They were pulsating, loading up with another load of jism.
"Now I'm gonna get in on some of this," she heard Bob say. "Baby? You want to lick some prick while Rex reams out your shitter?"
Donna wanted to yell out that she didn't, but the thought was ridiculous. She did want to suck him off. In fact, her throat was burning with a hunger she couldn't believe.
"Yes," she whispered, turning to face his cock. "Let me eat you dry ... suck you right into my throat ... "
Bob crawled to the head of the bed and slipped under her upper body, forcing his feet under her outstretched arms. He then grabbed her by the hair of the head and slammed her face down on his crotch.
"Suck me, you dog-fucking whore," he said, punching his hips upward.
His cock fucked between Donna's lips, then pushed her tonsils apart. Slowly, it pulsated down her throat until the wiry brush of his crotch hair scraped her cheeks.
"Aaaghhhhh," she choked, but made no move to pull away. It seemed as if cock were more precious than air at this moment. Another moan burst around the root of his cock.
Sucking cock ... getting fucked by a dog ...
If you could only see me now, she thought, wondering what her husband would say. No, I didn't go to Florida. Instead, I stayed home and fucked three men, ate out a woman, then let a dog fuck my ass. And even though they raped me, forced me to do it, I loved it. In fact, if I knew then what I know now, I would have left my airline ticket at home on purpose!
"Mmmmmfffff," she gurgled, feeling her insides become a fiery cauldron of desire.
"Faster, bitch ... suck me dry!" Bob commanded, forcing her face brutally between his legs. "Lick it right down to your cocksucking stomach, you jism-eating slut!"
Donna chewed and sucked on his cock worshipfully. And each time her mouth ground around in his hairs, she felt her throat throb just like her ass and cunt. Her entire body was in flames, ready to explode with what she knew would be total, ultimate pleasure.
Suddenly, Bob jerked her head away from his crotch, letting her lips quiver about two inches from the end of his cockshaft. While he held her head with one hand, he began jacking his prick with the other.
"Gonna blow it on your face, bitch," he said.
While he jerked his prickshaft up and down, Donna felt rubbery warmth against her sides. Wayne and Tony were now standing beside her, jacking their pricks against her flesh.
They were going to cum on her ... splash wads of jism all over her body!
"Claw on my pussy," Carla said, getting on the bed, straddling Donna's right hand. "Finger-fuck me ... before I go crazy."
The men jerked their cocks against her body, the dog fucked savagely inside her shitter, and Carla began pumping her body up and down over Donna's hand.
They were writhing flesh, using their bodies to defile, to humiliate ... and Donna loved it, worshiped it.
"God ... give it to me ... blow your wads all over me," she begged, her body quivering with anticipation. As she spoke, she fucked Carla's cunt with her fingers.
"Beg for it, cunt," Bob said. "Tell us what a cum-eating slut you are."
"I'm a cum-eating slut," Donna said. "I ... I eat cum, I love getting fucked by dogs ... I want you to screw your cum all over my body ... I ... I am a slut ... love cum ... I ... I ... "
Her words became a scream as Bob's cock exploded with creamy warmth. His molten jism showered her face, then dropped from her eyes to her cheeks. The very second the scalding fuck fluid hit her flesh, Donna bucked, then froze, her insides exploding with the most intense orgasm she'd ever felt.
"Yessssss!" she hissed, opening her mouth wide to catch some of the spurting fuck fluid. "I ... I'm a cum-eating ... cum-gargling ... slutttttttttt!"
A couple of seconds later, as her climax peaked violently, she felt Wayne's cock expand, then jerk with life. He had barely shot out two wads of cum on her back, when Tony's prick began blowing its load. Carla screamed and crushed her pussy against Donna's clawing hand.
Donna was in a flowing, milky river of pleasure. And when she thought it was impossible for the situation to get any better, it did.
The dog fucked brutally into her ass, then growled loudly as his cock burst, sending molten showers of cum into her asshole.
Tied up, raped, assaulted, covered with cum ...
"Aieeeeeee!" Donna shrieked, experiencing a seemingly never-ending series of climaxes.
"Take ... the rest," Bob said, fucking his cock into her throat. "Ahhhh ... shit ... lick it down, bitch ... "
Donna gulped on the bulk of his cum-load, felt the fuck fluid crawl around in her throat like angry insects. More convulsions of orgasm tore into her body, each one more intense, more delicious than the last.
She then felt two cocks against her cheeks. Wayne and Tony forced their pricks against her cheeks and unloaded their cocks against her face.
More dog cum, more human cum, and Carla's cunt was drawing on her fingers like a magnet.
"Mmmmmmm," Donna gurgled, wallowing her head around in the milky masses of fuck juice.
Finally, they all went limp, the room filling with their exhausted moans of pleasure. And Donna inhaled the sweet smell of raw sex, tasted primitive pleasure.
A short while later, Bob pulled away from her face and sat on the side of the bed. He grinned down at Donna, then rubbed his fingers over her back.
"Too bad we have to leave," he said. "I could handle another week of this."
"Aw, we can find ourselves someone else," Wayne said philosophically. "You guys ready to shove off?"
"Yeah," Carla said, getting off the bed. "Find anything to take?"
That's right, Donna thought. They had come to rob her.
"Naw, let's just blow," Bob said, reaching for his jeans. "If we're nice, maybe the lady will let us come back." He walked over and lowered his face to the back of Donna's neck. "Would you do that, sweetheart?"
Let them come back? A person would have to be crazy to say yes!
"Sure," Donna said.
Bob untied her, then gave her a friendly kiss on the cheek. He then walked out of the room with the rest of them.
Donna lay there for a long while after she heard their motorcycles start up and speed away. She tried to make some sense of what had happened, her own thoughts, but it was useless.
And anyway, she had to get the house cleaned up for Hollis. He'd be home in a couple of hours.
First, she had to get herself cleaned up. Her entire body was bathed with cum.
A few moments later, she began washing away the results of a week of terror, horror, humiliation ...
Of pleasure.