Ted Stevens - The dog_s girl

"Brace yourself!" he whispered. "He's going to fuck you!"

Betty felt the furry forelegs slide over her hips, then the warm moist point of the dog's prick struck her between cunt and asshole and slid up to wedge itself in the tight wrinkles of her asshole.

She raised her ass abruptly, and the prick slid downward as the animal hunched forward. The tip slithered into the sloppy petals of her hairy cunt, probed around swiftly, then found her hole and slipped inside.

The beast hunched again, and Betty felt his cock snake into her cunt. As it fucked into her, she was amazed at the fullness she felt. She had imagined some sort of slim, rather short prick, but the cock he was feeding into her cunt must have been a good match in diameter for a big man.

Now the dog began fucking her in earnest. His hindquarters tensed and humped into her with hard thrusts, driving his prick through her slick sheath rapidly. Betty was growing hotter by the moment, feeling the delicious fullness, the heat of the meat, and the teasing tickle of his furry foreskin as it rammed against her cuntlips.

Above her, she could hear the dog panting loudly, with occasional whining overtones. His saliva drooled from the corner of his mouth and dripped from his tongue.

Betty steadied herself on her hands and knees, and moaned steadily as the beast fucked her with his short little fucks that seemed to stir her every passion.

"Fuck it, doggie!" she whimpered. Her ass was wiggling a little as she sought to work off some of her powerful tensions; they were building up in her so swiftly that she was about to go crazy with the potency of the thrilling sensations. "Oh, give me… some more spurts… of that come!"

The dog moved his meat in her sloppy snatch at his own pace, and Betty was almost sobbing when he loosed a second load. It hit the end of her cunt like hot lead, and she wailed as the sensation started her on an orgasmic trip.

The rigid dog-prick continued its tight stroking as her walls convulsed around it; her wrists, elbows and knees felt as weak as water while her body jerked out its orgasmic reactions, but she dared not lose the support of any of them!

The animal's panting and whining were very pronounced now, and his slaverings drooled down onto Betty's back steadily as he fucked desperately to get out his last shots.

"Oh, that hot beast meat!" Betty whimpered. "It's scorching my cunt!"

And then the animal growled as he felt his draining load flow out of him. It shot into Betty's cunt with more potency than before. Betty cried out as she came again, and her body wobbled around as if she were a puppet, her torso suspended from a string while her rubbery arms and legs merely hung down from the swinging body.

The beast whined as he backed off from her, his knot slowly diminishing in size, but still too swollen to pull free from her cunt-flesh – itself swollen with the engorged blood of her sex flush.

They separated with a wet plop. As the knot came out of her cunt, it sucked with it a vast excess of fluids, Betty's and the beast's. The stuff trickled down her thighs as her knees gave out and she slid down to lie with her belly on the floor.

Betty watched as the animal sat down and licked his cock. The unsheathed meat was a bright, fiery red now. She thought it must certainly be inflamed. But after a while, he got up and sniffed the air, then he whined and wagged his tail as he moved up to nuzzle the hairs around her dripping snatch.

He slithered his tongue into Betty's cunt, lapping loudly at the juices gathered there, probing her hole with the tip of his tongue. Betty felt tingling electric thrills spreading out through her belly and cunt.

"Ooh-h-h! Nice doggie!" she moaned. "Lick Betty's soupy cunt all you want!"

And he did lick at her cunt for quite a while.

Suddenly Betty was aware of all the other men in the room, the men who had abducted her, the rapists who had filled every hole in her body with their cocks and tongues. And now they were watching her as she fucked their watchdog.

Quickly they tied Betty to the bed again. They laughed at her as she tried to struggle against the bonds. And then they left the room, and she was alone with her thoughts: My God, how did it all start? What's happening to me? Betty shuddered as she recalled the nightmarish days that she had spent tied to the bed, forced to fuck every member of the gang. What's going to happen to me? And then she could feel fatigue overwhelming her senses, and she began to dream of how her nightmare had first started.

Betty Brady woke up naked and spread-eagled to the bed. She could still smell the chloroform about her face. Her five abductors had forced a cloth into her face before she passed out. She remembered now: she had been out on the trail of the Joey Frank gang, trying to tail them to their hideout, but they found her before she found them.

Her ankles and wrists were tied securely. She struggled, to try to get free, but they had done a very good job of securing her with nylon cords to the bed, and she only hurt herself when she struggled.

Betty had remembered hearing their words before they left. As a rookie cop she had been trained to observe everything that went on around her. She gathered by what they said that they had all left to arrange an exchange; Betty for Mack, a captured member of the gang.

She tried to recall all of the training she'd had in cadet school, to see if any of it would help her out of this predicament, but all she remembered was the police chief telling her that women were not cut out for police work, that it was not their place. "Get married and have kids!" the chief had told her emphatically.

Betty pulled hard at the cords again, angry at remembering his words, but the only thing that happened was that her round, pert tits jiggled wildly. She stopped pulling and looked down to watch her bouncing tits. Maybe being a woman doesn't help much in police work, she thought. Maybe I should have been a housewife. But she knew that police work was all that she'd ever thought about since getting out of high school.

She was becoming more conscious of being seized by a cold sort of fear. It started at the small of her back and crawled up her spine. Slowly she began to realize that it was not fear of dying at the hands of these depraved criminals, but fear of being raped by them.

Betty had been proud of keeping her virginity, even after growing up in the roughest part of Boston. She had been lucky to get into cadet school, but her scores on the tests had been so high that they couldn't afford to not take her, even though the chief didn't like women on the force.

That was where she had met Buddy Thane. He was a cadet too, strong, and emanating a virility that one could almost touch. Betty tried hard to not get caught by his sexy voice and his handsomeness, but she hadn't been successful. Now that she was tied and bound by the ruffians she thought back to that time with Buddy, and the gentle tone he had taken with her. She hadn't liked it at the time, in fact she had refused to have anything to do with him after that, even though he had made many advances to her. Betty felt sad and nostalgic.

"Can I take you home?" asked Buddy, knowing that it was the last weekend before graduating from cadet school, and that Betty would like to go home, and that she didn't have a car of her own.

Betty thought about it a while, mulling over the eight weeks of Buddy's overt advances. She thought that this wasn't like the rest of the times at all. "All right!" she said. "But I want to go right home. Do you know where I live?"

"No, but you can show me," he smiled.