Chapter 8
"Ohhh, please ... don't!"
The dog's licking was getting more frantic. His tongue slipped higher and higher along her inner thighs. Why couldn't she control her body any more? Something was making her react this horrible way. It was wicked, perverted ... yet oh, so deliciously good! It was almost like those days just after elementary school when she was tempted to touch herself. How she wanted to finger her pussy! Her mother had been ready for that, had caught her doing it in bed and had punished her so severely that she'd never really considered doing anything to herself again until after marriage. Oh, how that idea had gone to pieces in the past few weeks. And now this! An animal ... a mindless, growling animal moving between her white legs, twisting his head around, almost biting her pussy while shoving his tongue into her panties, trying to get at her snatch.
The dog was pushing his muzzle now under the stretched wet elastic leg bands. His tongue shot out, brushing the narrow band of nylon already twisted into a narrow rope. Unbelievably, Emily felt herself moving closer toward him and shoving her hips up. The dog whimpered and slid the long tip of his nose from side to side. The nylon band of material stretched tighter, pressing against her inner cunt-lips, forcing them widely apart. Emily could hear herself groaning, hear the men laughing at her in the distance. Somewhere the dull thudding of artillery told her someone was war gaming near the ocean. Ohhh, was all this really happening to her? Would she wake up in bed wondering what had made her dream such a terrible thing?
"OH, GOD!"
The girl felt the dog's head brushing against her buttocks, felt her spit-soaked cunt hunch up against his maw. Emily knew all too well what was happening was all too real.
"Go for it, babe. Maybe you wanna get his dick up your snatch."
"Please, this can't be ... happening. It can't, it just can't!"
Oh, how could this have all started? All she'd wanted to do was have a little fun, experiment with her body. Tad had seemed such a good person, someone she could trust. Why did he have to call in these sadists and bring ruin onto her and her family?
"Ohhhh!"
Emily's eyes narrowed. She felt something hard, something wet sinking into her fleshy cunt-lips. The dog was going to bite her. The blonde teen jerked to one side, opening her mouth and letting out a terrified scream.
"Hey, baby, shut the fuck up. He ain't gonna bite you," Frank said, guessing what was on her mind. He bent down and aimed the camera at the two figures twisting in front of him, taking more pictures. The flash temporarily blinded Emily.
"Noooo!"
The blonde teen screamed again and again, shooting out one hand and hitting the dog against the head. The German shepherd pulled his snout out and snapped at her finger. Oh, there was no way of getting away from this horror. They were going to let that animal do whatever he wanted.
"Noooo!"
Emily slowly sank back to the ground, pulling out small tufts of weeds while rolling her head from side to side. His fangs pressing back the soft flesh of her cunt-lips was driving her wild now. No more did the blonde teenager worry about him ripping her pussy into bloody pieces of meat. No, Frank was right. The big dog was doing this to excite her, to excite himself. She sucked in a ragged breath as those teeth sank in a little more, then eased out. The flush of her body, the burning explosion of nerve endings being stimulated at such a sensitive spot made the girl's heart pound hard. The German shepherd pushed his broad shoulders against her thighs. Yes, her mind said let it happen, let him do what he wanted. Emily didn't care any more. No one really cared. It was just her and the animal. Yes, at least the dog was gentle and didn't want to kick her, beat her, and call her names. He had one thing on his mind. As long as nothing interrupted him with his sex play, he was perfectly happy.
"Man, she's movin' her hips like one of us was fuckin' her," Bob said.
"Yeah, some broads really get turned on to gettin' licked off," Frank muttered.
"Fuck, she'd turn on to a goddamned donkey if we had one here," Jack said, feeling his cock stir in his pants.
"Unnnghhhh!"
Emily saw strange mental pictures of animals fucking as the nylon crotch panel twisted and pulled aside. It slipped away, exposing her swollen cunt-lips. The big dog grunted with excitement and lunged at the glistening surfaces.
"Uh!"
The animal went crazy, scratching his claws at her thighs, sticking his long muzzle up and down the girl's slick pussy. Looking heavy-lidded at the mouth of the fucking animal, Emily could see her juice wetting down the fur around his mouth. The German shepherd's nose glistened with it. His pink tongue lolled sloppily over her cunt, parting her hot cleft, stretching over her clit again and again while he humped his dick against the ground for relief.
Emily pushed out one leg and pointed her toes toward the dog. The tickle between her thighs grew worse. She built steadily toward orgasm, and yet she couldn't get it completely out of her mind that what was happening was wrong. I'll think about it later, she said to herself. All her will seemed to be concentrated now in her snatch.
"Yesssss!"
Emily hissed between her clenched teeth, throwing her head back as a series of pre-orgasmic spasms made her cunt-lips flutter, then snap shut, trapping the dog's snout temporarily in her pussy. The German shepherd growled, his brown eyes rolling around as he fought to pull his nose free.
"Man, she's fuckin' hot," Frank said, working his fingers over his crotch.
Emily moved her ass up, giving the big dog more room to lap her cunt. He sensed her growing excitement, whimpering through his nose as she jerked her ass around in tight circles. He licked the bottom of her ass teasingly, lapping his tongue back until it was well into the split between her buttocks. Ohhh, he was actually rubbing her shitter with his maw, trying to work the tip of his tongue into it. Emily cried out, clawing frantically at the ground, wondering where this would all lead. The insides of her thighs, her ass, her cunt, her belly, everything was so wet with cunt-juice and doggie-spit. She couldn't hold out much longer. Soon she was going to cut loose.
"Oh, nooooo ... "
Emily tried to fight up through the fog that had settled over her brain. It was the last time she tried fighting off the lust running through her. It was impossible. The almost painful contractions tearing through her pussy were too strong for her to escape. No, she had to give in, ride with the waves of pleasure sweeping over her.
"Ohhhh!"
The German shepherd's pink tongue drove up and down her cunt-crack. It felt sooo good, so shamelessly good. Her clit burned from the steady lapping friction while the places between her toes and fingers tingled. It was wonderful getting licked off by this animal. Ohhh, more, more-her body demanded more. There was a forbidden element in this act that made the girl's mind reel with excitement.
"Ahhhhhhh!"
Emily couldn't speak any longer. She hunched her ass around crazily, breathing with shallow gasps as her eyes glazed over. She fanned her fingers out along the dog's neck now, lifting her legs from the ground, shoving the big animal hard against her. Slowly, the teenager inched her knees back until she could feel her pussy-meat unsticking and opening to the dog's lapping. Every square inch of her snatch was exposed to the sex-hungry dog.
The German shepherd nuzzled and licked and pressed his nose against her soaked cunt. Emily gasped and babbled to the dog as he raped her. She brought her feet together at the sides of his head, rubbing her toes against his ears. The stiff ticklish sensation of his fur made her throw her head back again and again. Drool oozed from the corners of her mouth while her eyes rolled up. The blonde teen was actually twisting her body from one side to the other, brushing one cunt-lip against his fangs. Ohhh, how she cried and shivered when his teeth cut into her clit.
"Uhhhh ... ohhhhh!"
Emily didn't care about what the men thought of her any more. She could go on doing this for hours and she wouldn't care. This had to be one of the best things in the world. She thrust her ass around and around, crying excitedly through her nose. The dog's licking seemed to be everywhere now. The more she moved, the more pleasure she brought to herself.
"She's gonna come!"
"What about the mutt?" Jack asked, watching the German shepherd hump his dick against the ground, trying to get off.
"We'll take care of that later. He gets wild when we don't let 'im shoot for a while," Frank answered, his attention diverted now by Emily's cries.
The dog's tongue found the hot spot in her cunt. He concentrated on it. She could feel the tense muscles of her cuntal mouth tensing, spasming, then buckling down, grabbing at the dog's black snout. She was teetering on the brink of climax. The big muscles in her ass cramped. She kicked one leg out, then stretched both in the air, fanning out her toes until they cramped, too. The animal slowed his tongue-rubbing, tilting his head to one side and staring curiously at her.
"Ohhh no, no, don't stop ... please ... " the blonde teen screamed, her eyelids fluttering open. Her face wore an expression of intense desperation when she felt the animal slow down his licking.
The German shepherd yelped, then nuzzled between her cunt-lips. Emily felt her tender membranes fill with more blood. For a second she thought of a man's dick, wondering how her pussy would react if Jack or one of the others were to shove his cock in now. Oh, how she thought of it, wondering if her cuntal walls would snap shut and bite off his dick.
Emily closed her eyelids tightly and gasped, the cords sticking out in her neck as she pitched wildly on the ground, bucking her ass against the dog's maw. His teeth cut once again into her pussy-flesh and the acute tickle between her shivering thighs brought more moans of pleasure. Emily raked his fur with her fingers, pulled him harder against her pussy. She scissored her legs tightly around his neck. The girl was embracing him feverishly, wishing he could cover her completely with his hot, wet tongue. Ohhh, she wanted him around all the time, satisfying the perverted lust she'd only recently discovered.
"COMMMMINNNG!"
Emily felt herself blowing to pieces as her long blonde hair whipped across her face. Her legs quivered, jerking together and falling apart as if she were having a fit. The blonde teenager stared like a crazed animal at the men, at the dog, then bucked her body so wildly she thought the dog might run away. But he remained, licking and nuzzling her convulsing pussy. She heard his smacking lips, heard his growling and felt his sharp set of fangs dig deeper into her pussy-lips. Ohhh, how slow, how agonizingly slow her orgasm was. If only she could have something inside her, something giving her the sense of being filled! In desperation Emily thrust her fingers into her cunt, feeling her squishy pussy-meat move under her fingers as the big dog whimpered and licked at her white, shaking knuckles. Then she fainted.
When Emily came around, she found the big dog lying to her right, hugging her shoulders. Ohhh, what level had she sunk to? Embraced by a dog- and that fact didn't bother her.
"Got a new boyfriend, eh? Instead of bringin' you flowers, he brings you bones, right?"
Frank's comment sent her tormentors off into wild laughter.
"Hey, come on, I'll take the mutt back into the building while we work her over," Frank said, shaking his head back and forth, then hitching the leash around the animal's collar and dragging him back into the building.
Emily didn't say a word, lying still on the ground. Her pussy was wet with spit. It was still spasming gently. Images of what had just passed flashed through her confused mind. What sort of awful thing inside her had driven her to commit such an act? Slowly the girl sat up, rubbing her eyes, staring at Jack and Bob. Yes, they'd had their revenge. She saw them examining the camera, commenting on the fine pictures they'd taken while she lay under the dog's oral attack. They were going to have a good time teasing her with those pictures-and what a time they'd have duplicating them and sending them off to her father and his superiors.
"Okay, get 'er outta them panties," lack said, staring down at her spit-drenched briefs.
Bob reached down, curling his fingers around the waistband and yanking off her spit-soaked nylon panties. Then Emily felt him pawing her bra, stretching the elastic band. There was another tearing sound and the halter pulled free of her shoulders. Once more she was naked in front of these animals.
"She'd fuck anything. Man, she's nothin' but a bottomless pit. She's no better 'n some cheap TJ whore," Jack commented;
"No, stop it! That's not true!" Emily cried, clenching her fists. How dare they talk about her like that. Her pride blotted out for a moment what had just occurred.
"Just like every other hot bitch ... claims she's a Virgin, 'til you slip a dick in 'er," lack said, kicking Emily in the ribs, then spitting into her hair. The girl cried out sharply, shuddering, rubbing the sore area just below her bottom rib. "Let's see just how fuckin' hot she is. Get the ropes.
Bob swaggered down the path and disappeared into the building where lights shone dimly through the dirty windows. Emily sighed, then flinched back when she saw Jack raise his right foot again. Was he going to kick her to death? Of course not. No, they weren't going to kill her. She was far too much enjoyment to them alive. She kept on the ground, the cold wind whipping her hair in her face. In a few minutes, Bob reappeared in front of the building with several pieces of half-inch line in his hands.
"Get that wood over there," Jack said.
Bob picked up a six-foot two-by-four and dragged it back to where Emily lay sprawled out.
"Okay, honey, upon your fuckin' feet," the big marine growled, bending down and twisting his fingers around several strands of her hair. The girl tucked her legs under her ass and stood up quickly, her flesh growing wet with nervous perspiration. No, she didn't want any more pain, any more hurt.
"Man, she's learnin' fast," Bob commented sarcastically, studying the ropes and choosing several pieces.
"Yeah, yeah," Jack muttered, grinning as he took several of the ropes from his buddy. "C'mon, let's hog-tie this pig."
Jack forced her to bend over at the waist, pressing her wrists against her ankles while Bob moved in front of her and held the two-by-four against her feet. The older marine stained threading the half-inch line around her ankles, looping the free end around her wrists making a double hitch, then continuing the process until both wrists were securely fastened to her ankles and the heavy board.
Emily groaned at the awkward position. The blood rushed to her head while her blonde hair curtained her face. Her tits hung down, pulling at her upper chest, creating a weird sensation in her, stiffening nipples. She shivered as the cold night air blew harshly against her exposed pussy. The wind made the dog's spit clinging to her cunt-hairs cool rapidly against her still-warm flesh. Emily peered between her hanging boobs, between her widely spread legs; and saw Jack standing behind her with a lighter in one hand. The blue-red flame flickered in the wind, illuminating his face oddly, giving him the appearance of a demon freshly risen from hell.
"Let's see how the little bitch takes this on," he said.
Beads of sweat broke out on the girl's forehead. She watched in horror as the big marine moved toward her. Already Emily could smell the burning lighter fluid. For a second a puff of wind threatened to snuff out the flame. But it reappeared over the flint stronger than before it moved closer and closer toward her upturned ass.
"Sorry about finking on Tad and Doug?" Jack asked, moving the flame from side to side. He enjoyed watching Emily's growing discomfort, her concern about that flame as it inched toward her flesh.
"Yes!"
Another puff of wind blew several strands of hair into her eyes. She shook her head violently from side to side, peering through the fluttering strands, feeling her chest tighten with fear. Fear, terror-they were constant companions now. What was he going to do-disfigure her for life, burn out her pussy?
"I don't think you mean it, baby. I think you'd finger us if you had the chance ... sell us all down the river, little bitch," Jack said, his voice growing lower with anger. He shoved the lighter forward another inch.
Emily tried to cringe away. But the awkward position she'd been bound into nearly made her pitch forward on her face. She cried out, strangling on her spit.
"Yeah, sell us out little whore."
An inch away from the stretched tendon of her inner thighs the flame reddened her flesh. Emily shuddered. How terrible! Nothing could save her now. The physical torture and ... and what? All her pleas couldn't stop these madmen from their revenge.
Oh, if only she could turn the clock back! If only she'd kept quiet!