Chapter 11
"Come on, you fuckin' cocksucker, strap that mutt on," Al muttered. His eyes sparkled with excitement while a stain grew on his fly. Patty felt her pussy walls buckling from the intense heat while Fellah's cock trenched out her sucking hole. She could feel his furry little balls slapping against the bottoms of her asscheeks while his legs danced nervously behind hers. He was holding her more tightly than before, his forepaws scratching her belly and sides.
Then suddenly the girl heard his growls change in pitch. He was whining, his body shaking mightily.
"He's makin' it, baby! Gonna dump his load in your cunt!" Al grunted.
Patty screwed her eyes up and let out a long sigh. Dog-fucked! She was being dog-fucked! Oh, God, how low she'd sunk! The young teenager curled her fingers into the soft dirt and waited for the inevitable rush of hot animal cum, "NOOOOO!"
The continual warm stream of doggie jizz suddenly turned into long spurts. She could feel the spunk washing against the sides of her pussy. Patty's eyes bugged out while she groaned as if she were in pain. Her body twitched, jerked and swayed as the animal hugged her tightly. A long, low moan came from his powerful throat as he sprayed more and more of his hot cum into her pussy.
Patty tried once or twice to crawl out from under the German shepherd. But Fellah was too strong for her, holding on tightly and even snapping at the back of her neck when she tried to get away. At times he moved his narrow doggie hips up and down, dragging out his cock and letting gouts of his cum spill out and trickle down her thighs. It was then Patty shuddered, feeling the warm jizz against her flesh.
"Oh, please, please ..."
The animal finally finished, releasing his furry grip and sliding off the girl. Even though she felt like collapsing on the floor in sobs, Patty managed to find the strength to crawl away, panting heavily, her tits nearly dragging on the dirt floor. She had to get away from that horrible animal even if it was only a few feet. Glancing nervously over one shoulder, she saw the dog moving around in circles at Al's feet, then curling up and licking at his shrinking cock. Patty shivered with revulsion.
"Good enough for you, bitch?"
The young teen wanted to rip his face off. She would have shot both the biker and his pet if she had a gun nearby. But all she could do was shake with shame, rage and desire. Yes, desire! In spite of all she felt, the young teen couldn't help feeling the sexual heat Fellah had aroused in her. An animal, a goddamned animal had turned her on by fucking, then left her high and dry! That warm trickle of her cunt juice and his cum ran down the inside of her thighs. It made her frustration and rage seem much worse.
At that point, a steady, roaring sound filled the air. It was the rest of the gang. Patty grimly thought of how they all would have enjoyed her latest humiliation if they'd been there.
Al straightened up, peering out of the half-opened doorway. He seemed a little disappointed that Mike and the others had returned. No doubt he had much more in store for Patty.
"She okay?" Mike asked, striding into the room. His black leather boots made the ground shake. Patty had forgotten just how big he was.
"Yeah, she was fuckin' around the place here with Fellah," Al said, gesturing toward the still-licking German shepherd.
Mike's eyes narrowed while his lips curled up into a smile.
"Sorry I missed it. But we gotta get the fuck outta here. The cops are thicker than fleas in town. Some sort of liquor store holdup or somethin'. But I don't want us around while they're out bustin' dudes," Mike said, scratching his chin and looking thoughtfully at Patty. She lay half-sprawled on the ground, her white flesh streaked with sweat and cum. Her long blonde hair hung in front of her face. She knew how unattractive she must appear right now. But even in her present condition, the girl thought she could spot some sparkle of lust in his eyes and was even hopeful the big biker would do something about it.
"Dump 'er?" Al asked, wrinkling up his forehead.
Dump? Patty rubbed her upper arms briskly with her fingers. Were they going to kill her, leaving her body in some farm ditch? Some girls had been found that way recently in Imperial County.
Could this gang be the cause of it?
"Take 'er back. We gotta go through the neighborhood anyways. Besides, she's had her lesson. We come around again and you're gonna be good like a nice little bitch should, right, baby?"
Mike strode over to her, standing with his legs wide apart. Patty licked her lips. She thought she could see a bulge growing between his legs, his cock snaking down one leg and pressing hard against the faded thin material of his Levi's. Oh, how she would have enjoyed having that cock sawing in and out of her cunt! A flash of sexual heat made her body shiver. Mike saw this and smiled. He had trained her well.
"Good, baby, good," he whispered, rubbing his fingers over her cheek. Patty turned her face and kissed them. Oh, God, she'd turned into an animal more obedient than Fellah!
"Come on, baby," Al said.
Patty rose, keeping her eyes focused down on the ground. She felt a growing shame as she left the shed. In there all the rules of society had been suspended. The only thing that mattered was survival and pleasure. But now Patty knew she was going back to her home, her family, her friends. Everything she'd done had to be examined now in the light, and the young woman trembled at the thought of doing it.
"Take the little bitch home. Dump 'er on the lawn, then get back here. We got some movin' to do," Mike said, shoving Patty at Mitch and the others.
It was finally over, Patty thought to herself as she climbed in to the vehicle. Over, she said mentally, hugging a blanket they'd thrown to her from the front seat. Even as they bounced along the rural road, then turned onto the main highway, Patty was expecting them to turn back, to make her go back to the animal and all their beatings.
But the van kept on moving down the highway, onto the freeway, back to civilization. Civilization! Patty covered her mouth to keep from vomiting. The full force of what she'd done was settling on her now. It would be a long, long time before she could look herself in the mirror again.
But time has more healing powers than most people think.
True, Patty remained in her room for nearly a week after having been let off in front of her home. The police had been called by her mother who, returning home and finding the living room in shambles, became hysterical. Jack was one of the officers answering the call and showed more than professional interest in the case. Patty's mother was more than overjoyed when her daughter came stumbling into the house. It was only days later when she dared question her daughter as to what had actually happened. Patty could only moan and turn her head away. Her mother wondered also about the girl's aversion to Pal. Many times the dog trotted up to Patty, trying to put his head in her lap. But the teen would suddenly jump up and shrink away from the animal, threatening to throw knives and plates at him if he made one more approach like that.
In the end her mother decided to let sleeping dogs lie. That her daughter had been brutally raped, she was certain. And the older woman wanted to call every police agency in the state and make them search for the men until they were found. But she also had Patty's welfare in mind. The girl got nearly hysterical when she mentioned calling the authorities. Patty screamed, drawing her nails over her cheeks and threatening to take her own life if the police investigated any further. In the end, her mother gave up, suggesting that perhaps Patty see a psychiatrist to help her get over the trauma.
Several weeks later, Patty found herself alone at home once more. She had made such progress in fighting off the nightmares that her mother had decided to go out to yet another church meeting.
"Now you have the number of the rectory," her mother said, stopping at the door. "And Mrs. Castillo next door said she'd keep a look-out. I'll be back by ten," her mother said, glancing down to check her wrist watch. "All right, Mother."
Patty was less than enthusiastic about being left alone. That was how the biker gang got her the last time. But any reference to them would have inevitably brought more curious questions about what happened up there in the mountains. Gradually Patty was coming to deal with her guilt and shame. She couldn't handle an inquisition right now.
Sighing, the young woman shifted her position on the large sofa, dreamily listening to the evening news. It was only when Pal stood in front of the set that she realized he'd been staring at her.
"Oh, no," she whispered to herself, drawing her knees slowly together. Patty felt her heart stop while her pulse raced terribly. No, no, he couldn't be thinking ... no, it was impossible! Her eyes widened while her breath caught. Could she be thinking the same thing too? A quick check on her cunt told the truth. Yes, yes, she was hot, frustrated at not having had anything to do with sex for weeks! Of course there was all that guilt to deal with. But now, alone with the animal, alone with her warped desires, alone with a lessening sense of guilt, Patty was finding her lust for the dog's tongue overpowering.
"No, I won't!"
She dug her fingernails into her palms and bit her lower lip. But she found her knees sagging apart, the dressing gown thrown loosely over her shoulders slipping open easily, revealing her glistening pussy slit to the hungry animal.
Pal's eyes danced mischievously as he approached the trembling young woman. Patty couldn't make a move. She was frozen between two worlds. All she could do was stare helplessly at the animal and feel her hairy fuck hole growing tense, itchy and hot! Patty thought of the dog's rough slick tongue and shivered. Her nipples were standing up on end, brushing over the silken material of her gown. Her cuntlips, clinging together, puffed up and peeled stickily back as she moved her legs lightly back and forth in a rubbing motion. The girl could feel the bottom of her gown grow wet with her flowing pussy juices. She smelled her sweat and her cunt oil as she sucked in a deep breath and rocked her ass back and forth.
Patty was breathing hard now, rubbing her palms on her naked hips. She could feel the animal's heavy breath blowing through her wiry cunt hairs. And then he was touching her, kissing her with his maw and tongue! Patty closed her eyes and let out a small shivery moan. Her back arched while her shoulders rubbed sensuously over the back of the sofa. She thought of Mike, Mitch, Al, even Jack, the policeman who'd fucked her first. Jack, yes, she'd have to give him a call later and tell him she was all right. Her mother had said he'd been over once or twice to check on her, but Patty had been too ashamed to see him. Ashamed? Why? As the dog licked her pussy up and down, the young teenager slid forward, straddling the animal and feeling any inhibitions and guilt evaporate. No, no shame now. She'd see Jack, surprise him maybe with her newly found sexual freedom. Two weeks of punishment had been enough.
"Oh, yes, yes," she murmured, rubbing her fingers over the dog's furry neck and head. Patty slid her thighs up and down over the dog. Her horniness was growing as she babbled with excitement. Peering down, the girl watched the animal lick her cunt. His tongue rubbed her flooding pussy. At times he petted her clit, then moved down and stuck his tongue like a cock into her hole. It was then the girl cried out, the cords sticking from her neck while her head snapped from side to side. Her legs kicked to the sides and she could have pissed on the carpet from excitement. Fucking, fucking, yes, that was all she wanted from life!
"FUCK!" she cried, bouncing her ass on the groaning dog. No guilt, no shame! And when the dog closed his sharp teeth down on her cunt and shook it gently from side to side, making Patty fall back and shove her pussy up, the young woman swore she'd never feel guilty again.
"FUCK!"
It was a new Patty, free from inhibitions. And as she whimpered for the dog to eat her harder, the woman whipped her legs against the sofa, hugging Pal's body with the insides of her knees. Oh, she couldn't stop moving! It was so good, so hot, so wonderful!
Patty floated away on an explosive cloud of orgasm. Hearing the slick sounds of her pussy against his maw, the young woman blew apart and collapsed. Yes, she didn't care what her mother or others thought now. That was their problem. Mike and his gang, as terrible as they were, had awakened her to new pleasures, pleasures she had to seek out fully for herself now. Patty was going to go home with Jack if he'd see her. And then if she was in the mood, she'd show him she was more than that innocent little bitch he'd fucked. The first part of her life was already fading away. And the next part was going to be something else!
"Yes, yes," she murmured, rubbing her hands over the dog's big head. It was going to be something else!