Sabina Graves - Animal girl

Henry and Al sat down on a couple of chairs, spent and exhausted from what they'd just lived through. This was better than they'd expected, and they knew it was going to be better before the night was over. Henry had his eyes already on the young blonde one, that little blow job was just an appetizer and an hors d'oeuvre. He was going to put his thick aching rod in that gorgeous creature's pussy, going to feel the blood-throbbing knob of his cock far up in her tight little cunt, going to skewer her like a barbecue bird and fuck her until she begged for more. He'd have her pleading for another few seconds on the end of his prick, she'd be at his feet begging… he'd show her, girls like them had taunted him all his life, always just out of reach with their tight-fitting sweaters and their perfumed hair; always there, but never for him… but not this time, this time was going to be different. This one was his, and she never would leave this room until he'd had his fill of her taunting, prissy ass! Innocent? Hell! He'd show her!

Sarah felt someone's cold fingers touch the underside of her thigh as she lay heaving, struggling to regain her breath. She jerked away but the cool prodding was insistent; only when she heard Henry's rasping laugh did she turn her head to see whose hand had touched her still-quivering flesh. What she saw had her sitting up and retreating to the far edge of the bed, huddled with her arms around her knees, unconcerned that the whole naked expanse of her moistened cuntal crevice was open to their eyes. It was the wolf, Lobo, and Sarah was petrified at the very sight of the huge, snarling animal. Gloria was sitting, head down and breasts rising and falling rapidly from her short, hard breathing on the edge of the bed opposite the wolf, but the ferocious animal seemed to ignore her; he seemed interested only in Sarah, and he padded forward on four enormous paws until his cold nose again touched the smooth, unblemished curve of her buttocks as she crouched in abject terror. "Get him away," she tried to whisper loudly so as not to rile him, "Please make him go away, I'm frightened!"

She looked into Henry's eyes; a fierceness burned there, born out of his intense passion for the young girl. He frightened her horribly – one look into those cruel gray eyes of his could convince anyone that this man was capable of anything. Sarah knew her life was in danger if she crossed him even once. Suddenly he smiled… but it wasn't a smile of warmth or affection; far from it, it was the outward signal that another act was to begin. An act that was the absolute peak of humiliation, something that would leave its mark like a scorched brand on this young bitch's brain. Yes, sir, she'll never forget this night, never!

"Looks like Lobo's got his eye on you, cunt," he sneered, "Maybe you'd better make him happy before you take me and Al on. Ain't that right, Al? We wouldn't want to take our turn before good ol' Lobo gets his, now would we?" Al was a little slow, but a wet, toothy grin spread across his cheeks when he remembered what his boss had planned. Christ, he could hardly wait!

"I… I don't know what you mean," whispered Sarah meekly, a faint germ-like notion of what these men were planning starting to grow in the back of her mind; it was too horrid, too fantastic to believe, even from these two savages. "What are you talking about? Haven't you done enough? Let me alone, please! You can't just do things like this, it's… it's awful and you know it!" But she was alone with these men and that animal and Gloria… and she was nothing more than a slave to them all until they had seated their lustful thirsts, until they'd drunk their fill of her ripe young nakedness. Sarah felt her stomach sink, the darkest, slimiest hell-hole on the Eastern Mediterranean couldn't have offered a more despicable prison for her. If she were stripped naked and paraded before a smoky roomful of Turkish sailors, she wouldn't have felt cheaper, filthier, or more shamed than at this moment. She thought of Jamie, thought of the life she'd abandoned and of having to return and tell him of this, and she sickened at the very prospect. How could she ever again be a wife to any man… how could she ever again share anyone's bed after this night! How could she even hope to live with this degradation etched in her memory!

"I want to see you take good care of Lobo there, bitch!" barked her master, pointing in the animal's direction, "He's a better man than anything you've had so far, so you shouldn't mind a bit." He laughed and his hired man followed his example; Al seemed still a little unsure of just what would happen next, but like a curious dog standing on its haunches, he was interested enough not to miss a second. Sarah was kneeling on her shins, her arms across her nakedly rising and falling breasts. Henry stepped forward and urged her toward the wolf. She knew without a doubt that she could not refuse his slightest wish; she looked to Gloria, but the cold impersonal eyes of the older woman told her she could offer no relief, no consolation. There was nothing to do but obey.

"You didn't have any trouble eating pussy… let's see how you do with some better meat. Watching you broads go down on each other musta' made Lobo a bit horny… let's see you do somethin' about it… now!"

Sarah looked at the huge beast, lying on his back now just in front of her, his long red tongue hanging wetly from between his sharp, menacing teeth. There was little hair on his underside, and when she reached out cautiously to touch his belly with his fingertips, the long, tapered shaft of his pink animal-prick slid wetly from its furry tube-like sheath. "No… no! I can't do it! I just can't! You can't mean it, please say you're only joking! Please say you're just kidding me, please!" But Henry wasn't laughing; he was less than a foot from her, and the mask of savagery on his face told her this was no joke.

"Just give him a good blow job and nothing'll happen to you!"

Sarah stared at the lewdly glistening pink taper, now several inches beyond the fur-covered sheath of flesh that covered it. At the base of his long animal penis, his huge dark testicles lay against his belly like two bristly golf balls. She saw it all, but her mind refused to record it, it seemed impossible that Hawkins could demand this awful, despicable act of her… but his intentions were real enough indeed. And Henry was growing impatient. "Make up your fuckin' mind, cunt! It's your choice… suck my wolf, or I'll take his leash and let him really go at you. Make up your mind!"

Trembling with fear and revulsion, Sarah slowly reached to the wolf's heaving belly and took the moist red length of his long warm penis gingerly between her fingers. The huge animal squirmed eagerly at her soft touch.

Henry stepped in for a closer look, "Keep your head turned this way when you do it. I wanna' see that cock o' his going into those pretty painted-up lips. I want a good view of those animal-cock-sucking lips, baby, a real good view… now suck it!" He knew he had to degrade her if this was to work, and he did it with pleasure.

She knew there was no chance, but she tried futilely to close her thoughts to what she was doing, to focus her mind on something else, on some place far away from this horrible unreal dream, anything to keep down the spasms of reeling nausea that were tearing her stomach apart. With every muscle in her shuddering young body fighting her, she placed her face on the animal's warm underside, her fingers around the lengthening shaft of his tapered red penis. Slowly, as Henry and Al excitedly egged her on, she stroked the fur-covered spear, while the two men and Gloria watched in lewd hunger. It snaked from its protective sheath… it was almost fully out now… its pointed, pinkly gleaming – almost translucent – tip had oozed from its tight sheath, slowly moving forward until it was less than an inch from her lips. The terrified young blonde was heaving with deep gasping breaths as she fought down the choking ball of nausea in her throat.