Chapter 7
"Oh, what are you doing?"
Patty cried out as the dog opened his jaws and moved up her thigh. She shivered with delight and pain, feeling dizzy. He was almost forcing her to do what he wanted. He was using his weapons, those horrible fangs, to make her open herself up to him again.
"Oh, leave me alone!" Patty cried. But no one believed her, least of all the animal.
When the pain became too sharp, the teenager opened her body to him again. Fellah let out a small yelp and wiggled his nose deep into her cunt. The rough wetness of the fur surrounding his snout excited her clit. The animal just couldn't know what that tiny lump of flesh was. He couldn't! And yet look at the way he went after it. The men even commented on the animal's ability to concentrate his licking on her clit.
Patty was growing wild, bracing her body up on her hands and rocking it back and forth like a suspended hammock. His tongue was driving around the squiggle of her small clit, making her cry out in tiny little whimpers. She was encouraging the animal, egging him on with her hot pussy and her rocking body. Patty lost even the will to try to tuck her ass under and away from him. She now lay on the ground, her arms spread out as if she were getting ready to be crucified. Her legs were spread wide apart as the animal calmly ate out her pussy.
"Nnnnghhhh!" Patty cried out, spasms knifing through her. She lifted her knees slightly, feeling almost like a dog herself. Of course, that's what frightened her! She was going to turn into a bitch, the human equivalent of it anyway! She'd be on the streets, her cunt on fire, her ass jiggling up and down, back and forth as she looked for some good stiff cock to have stuck up her cunt. The shame, the horror of that happening terrified the girl.
"No, no!"
But of course the animal kept on lapping. Thoughts floated in her confused mind. She thought of dogs fucking in two's, packs, groups of ten or more. She saw animals mounted on one another, the usually calm air over a country field filled with the squishy sound of animals and people fucking.
"Oh, fuck, fuck ..."
Patty forgot the men surrounding her, forgot the shame she was bringing on herself. She couldn't speak any more. She only moaned and panted. The sounds of Fellah's mouth stroking across her steamy cunt was more than enough to hear. Patty realized she was clawing the ground. The animal was growing more wild by the second. Without any warning, he started licking at her belly, moving up, bracing his forepaws on her lower belly and licking at her tits. The sensation of his tongue touching her nipples was mind-boggling. She couldn't believe this dog! He was almost human, just like the men torturing her.
"Oh, noooo!"
What made her stay on her back and let the animal do this? Why couldn't she bring herself to jump up and run at the men, fists clenching, howling like a demon? They'd keep pushing her back. But sooner or later they'd grow tired of the game and either beat her senseless or let her go. In either case the shame of being serviced by a German shepherd would be off her shoulders.
But Patty couldn't bring herself to do it. She lifted her head and watched the dog lap her wet little pussy. He moved back up to her tits, laving her stiff, dark-red nipples with doggie spit.
She wasn't aware that her hips were moving until several pieces of gravel rolled between her asscheeks and tickled her shitter. The dog was at her feet now, lapping at her toes and ankles. It was the strong odor of her pussy juice that made him like this. She looked heavy-eyed at the big dog, then let her head fall back on the grass again.
"Oh, no, noo!"
He was devouring her pussy again, laving his tongue up and down, stroking it until the young woman thought she was going to go crazy on the spot. Patty shoved herself up to him, opening her legs until she felt the muscles in her ass cramp with the tension. She was freely giving him all of her cunt-every hidden slick fold and hollow. There could be no denying it now. She wasn't being forced to do this. Mike and the others weren't holding a knife to her throat or threatening her with their fists. No, she was willingly opening her body up to this animal, begging him to lick her more strongly as the seconds ticked by.
Patty came, came with a maddening fury that paled all her other orgasms. The sharp edge of joy cut through her like a spear. She felt her pussy convulsing. Snapping her knees together, she rolled on the ground, bucking and jerking in a frenzy that frightened as well as excited the big German shepherd. He bobbed his head around, trying to keep his tongue on her cunt while the girl snapped around under him. "Aiyeeeeee!"
The girl drew her hands to her mouth and bit down hard on her fingers, trying to choke down the strangled cries of delight. The dog, meanwhile, gouged and lapped and drove his nose into her cunt. Patty curled into a fetal position while Fellah wedged between her thighs. She cried, dropping one hand and wedging his head between her thighs. She scratched him hard, digging her fingernails into his coat. Fellah wriggled his ass, setting his paws on the ground as he tried to keep her cuntlips open to him.
Patty bucked backward, rolling and squirming on the grass as her spasms tortured her with pleasure almost too intense to take. At first the girl didn't know what the hot flecks were that struck her thighs.
"Oh, God, ohhhhh!"
Patty jerked away, her hands shaking to her sides as she realized Fellah was coming, rubbing the furry sheath of his cock against her calf and knee. He was humping forward with fast movements. Each time he did, his knobby red prick sprayed doggie cum.
The girl screamed out again and staggered to her feet. She leaned against the tree, gathering her strength, wiping her body against the smooth bark. The animal meanwhile whimpered and curled up, licking himself where his hot jizz had shot out from his cock. She glared at him, wishing she could find a gun and shoot that dog!
"God in heaven!" Patty gasped. It was too dreamlike, too far out for her to completely understand. Two dogs . . . oh, God, she'd been licked by two animals in such a short time! Holding her head, Patty let out another moan, wishing she could crawl into a small hole and die.
"Ain't no God gonna help you here," Mike said.
Patty didn't hear the big man's comment. She tried to smile, tried to see something in what had happened besides the horrible gloomy guilt threatening her. He was only a horny dog, and she'd been dragged to this mountain hide-out against her will. It was simple. She could explain away Fellah's attack, but she couldn't find a good excuse for her reactions. She had to get away, had to sleep, had to be by herself to think this out. At this point the girl realized the men had drawn closer to her.
"No, get away!" Patty hissed, limping slightly from her fall against the tree. She made her way backward, her eyes darting from one man to the other. The wind made the places where the doggie jizz hit chilly. Crossing her arms over her bare tits, the young woman felt herself growing faint. All the strength she had before was draining away. It just was too much for her to handle-the kidnapping, the oral rape, the beating, and now the animal. She felt like a basket case as her feet sank into some warmer, wetter soil.
Patty shivered. The wind was blowing colder from the north, stirring the tops of the fir trees surrounding the cabin. She drew her knees together, feeling her pussy chill. The blast of wind whipped her pussy hair, raising gooseflesh underneath.
Mike gripped her shoulders and gave her a push forward. With a yelp, Patty staggered toward Butch. She looked up at the tall biker and cried out in terror. That terrible grin, those cold eyes made her draw back. Butch slipped a hand around her waist and moved his fingers to her supple ass. Patty tried to squirm away, smelling the foul odor of stale beer and tobacco on his breath. He was pinching her, moving his fingers up to her shitter and trying to sneak two of them into that tight little hole. Patty kept prancing her ass around, moving her asshole away from his probing fingers just at the right moment.
"Bitch!" he growled, pushing her roughly away.
Patty stumbled, got her balance and stopped. She felt confused and terribly vulnerable in front of these men. She managed to keep out of ATs grip by flinching backward. They were laughing at her now, swearing at the girl, telling her all the foul things they were going to do to her when they caught her.
"Unghh!"
Mitch slapped her hard on her jiggling asscheeks, then reached up and grabbed hold of her blonde hair. Patty screamed in pain, her head jerking back while her eyelids fluttered. He pulled her against him, moving his fingers down to her still-wet pussy and rubbing them quickly up and down over her cuntlips. There was nothing exciting about this. His nails hurt her sensitive pussy membranes as they cut and bit into her flesh. When his palms greased over a slick spot of dog jizz, the potbellied biker growled with disgust, wiping the smear on her face and shoving her away.
Patty's tits bobbed, her ass and thighs jiggling as she moved away from Mitch and regained her balance. She had to stay on her feet, had to stay awake. God only knows what they'd do to her if she fell down or passed out. The young girl sobbed, brushing stray strands of hair away from her face. She couldn't stop running. They wouldn't let her. As she got closer to the shed, Mike stepped in front of her, slapping her across the face. She reeled back, shaking her head violently while rubbing the injured cheek. Some of the bikers were throwing gravel at her. She spun around, not sure which way she should go. She was running around like a terrified, cornered animal waiting to be slaughtered. The chilling wind, the shouting, the men all waving their hands wildly in the air, terrified and confused her.
"How about all of us fuckin' her?" Mitch suggested, dropping his hands to his pants and unbuttoning them.
Patty gasped, watching as Mitch, Butch and Al unzipped their Levi's and pulled out their stiff cocks. Only Mike kept out of this melee, preferring to step back and watch the girl handle this.
"No!" she screamed, jumping to one side as Al stretched out his hands and lunged toward her. He stumbled, falling on his knees, cursing his bad luck.
Mitch moved more quickly, snatching a handful of her hair and pulling to slow her down. He swore at her, holding her tightly, pulling her blonde hair until her head was jerked back as far as it would go. Her arms stretched out in front of her while her knees threatened to give way. The girl felt something warm and wet trickling down her thighs. She was pissing, pissing on herself! Mike laughed, pointing out this awful phenomenon to the men.
"Man, she's so hot, she can't keep it in!" Mike chortled.
The others joined in the joke as Mitch moved one hand around and rammed two fingers into her pussy. Her belly and cunt muscles cramped, her thighs clenching against the invading digits. She yelped . . . from fear and from a strange pleasure that was once again rearing its ugly head. The yelling, the chasing, the fear had all produced an odd kind of masochistic pleasure making her pussy grow hot and tight all over again. Patty found herself grinding her thighs hungrily against his hand and spearing fingers. While the bikers gloated, she threw herself against him.
"Yeah, man, you'd dig anything rammed into that tight little cunt, right, bitch?" Mitch growled. Then the young man cursed, feeling more piss spurt onto his hand. Patty was so excited, so confused she couldn't control herself any longer.
"Oh!"
Swearing a blue streak, the fat biker jerked his hand away, then tried to shove the piss-slick fingers into her mouth. Patty moaned, jerking her head away and closing her eyes in disgust.
Mitch squeezed her ass, shoving a knee into her belly. Patty groaned, her mouth opening in pain. He shoved his fingers into her mouth, laughing as she licked them, then choked on the taste and smell. He laughed, pleased at the way it had turned out.
"We gotta clean 'er up," Mitch said, shoving the girl away.
Patty staggered back to the towering elm, holding onto the bark for dear life. She was sobbing, crying for her home, for her little bed, for the warm covers and her mother's comforting words. She'd have given anything to have them now. Instead all she got was abuse and sexual torture. She dug her fingernails into the bark, clawing at the tree while Mike came up behind her.
"Ahhhhhh!"
He struck her, slapping her ass hard with his opened hand. The girl stiffened, falling against the tree and holding onto it more tightly than before. It seemed as if her life would end if she were to let go. He hit her harder. Hot needles of pain raidated out from her ass and speared her cunt. She whimpered, her knees buckling. Patty threw her head back, her blonde hair sweeping across her shoulders and back. He kept on hitting her. With each blow she became weaker, what will she had left falling to pieces. Slowly the girl sank to the ground, her hands still wrapped around the base of the elm.
"You smell," Mike said, curling up his nose and drawing back.
Patty felt as if she had to be the lowest form of life on the planet. She heard him giving orders to Al and Mitch. There were sounds of scrambling around. Then the big leader told her to stand up and turn around.
As she steadied herself, Patty slowly moved around to face the shed. A blast of cold water smashed into her ribcage, sending her staggering back against the elm. She opened her mouth in surprise. They were hosing her down, hosing her down as if she were a pig being readied for the market! Instinctively, the girl put both hands in front of her, deflecting the hard spray against her face. She closed her eyes tightly and turned her face to the side as her hair quickly became plastered down to her skull. She felt her feet slipping on the mud quickly created under her.
Patty struggled to stay upright from the initial blow. She skated on that slick mud. At times Mitch and Al played the water around her feet, purposely sending up clots of mud against her body. She glared at the men, summoning enough energy to spit in their direction. This was too much! Twice she struggled against the concentrated spray of cold water, her feet sliding and slipping while her lips were twisted in grim determination. But Al and Mitch played the hosing water against her ankles, nearly upending the girl. Patty shot out both arms for balance, retreating back finally, feeling the elm brushing her ass.
"Noooo!"
The men moved the icy spray up to her belly, making her pitch forward both from the cold and the force of the spray. Then, as she struggled to the right, they moved the spray quickly to her ankles. The result was Patty falling forward into the mud. "Unnghhhhh!"
She lay sprawled on the wet ground, her arms, legs and belly wallowing in filth! The girl managed to keep her face and hair out of the mud, arching them up as more water splashed over her asscheeks. Twice the girl tried to struggle to her feet. But the men directed the stream at her legs, keeping her down.
Finally Patty managed to swing around and struggle to a sitting position. Al and Mitch played the water over her belly, washing away most of the filth. When the girl managed to struggle upward, they moved the spray onto her cunt. The water hit like a hammer on the sensitive flesh, opening her cuntlips and sending a wild flash of fire on her clit. The cold of the spray combined oddly with the heat in her pussy, making her cunt muscles cramp and spasm while her clit sputtered.
"No, I won't let this happen ... not this," she muttered to herself, dropping one hand over her cunt and rolling onto her belly again, trying to get her cunt away from the moving stream. Her long hair tangled around her neck, catching under her shoulders. She fought to get free from those coils.
The men shot the water straight up between her long thighs. In spite of the cold, Patty hunched back at it involuntarily. The blast of cold water against her ass and tense pussy was like a huge tongue, driving into both holes at once. The cum and mud was quickly washed away.
Patty gasped, her slick body moving on the mud. She didn't dare turn to face the stream. Mitch and Al moved around, directing the spray against every part of her body. The girl tried to keep her face and tits away. But there was no chance against these maniacs. The two bikers directed the water to her tits, forcing them up away from her chest toward her face. The cold made her nipples stiff and dark red. Raging with shame, Patty put her hands over her face. Another well-directed spray on her cunt brought her to her knees once more. With a wail the girl collapsed, her defiance fading. She lay on her back sobbing as the men played the hose from her tits to her cunt, then back again. In a way this was worse, far worse than the dog! When, when would it stop?