Paul Gable - Sorority slavegirls

He was sticking his head forward, raising his snout, sniffing the air between his nostrils and her cunt. Oh, God, he could smell her pussy-oil and Scott's cum! She saw the light of recognition in his dark brown eyes. Vickie closed her legs, drawing her hands over her cunt while moving her arms over her tits. When the animal appeared as if he were going to lunge, the girl cried out and rolled off the couch, landing unsteadily on her feet.

"Yeah, mail, that's the way I like it. Don't like to see 'em give in too quickly," Paul said, sitting back down on the floor and taking another beer from one of his buddies. They were watching Vickie as if she were a performer. The young girl sobbed, her face a mask of horror as she shot a glance at the young men, then resumed her watch on the dog.

"No, doggie, no, no, don't come near me," she said in a trembling, coaxing voice.

But Ranger didn't pay attention. He was slowly padding toward her. His tail was drooping between his powerful hindquarters while his eyes slitted. Vickie felt her breathing grow more shallow and hot. She felt shakier with every passing second. There was something terribly wolf-like in the animal.

The blonde teenager wondered if he were going to pounce on her and tear out her throat! Maybe the men enjoyed that sort of thing. Vickie had heard about people in Los Angeles who made "snuff flicks", movies where women were actually killed on the screen while the audience watched with pleasure.

"Oh!"

The dog was whistling through its nose, then gave out a loud bark. Vickie shivered. Ranger started for her, making a muted growling noise in his throat. He darted forward, shoving his nose between her legs.

"No…"

Vickie slapped downward, screaming while backing away from the big dog. She turned and started running for the main stairway. But the dog was fast, catching up to her in a second and sliding his nose up between her moving thighs. She could feel something cold and wet bump against the underside of her cuntal mound.

"Oh, oh, God, no, no!" she cried again, holding desperately on to the bannister and kicking back with one leg. Her blonde hair curtained her face as she twisted and kicked back again and again. She could hear the animal barking nervously, trotting around, trying to get a better shot at her pussy. But Vickie held on to the bannister, pressing her wet twat against the wood. Behind her she could also hear the young men laughing and encouraging the animal.

"Bite her, man!"

Vickie was afraid the animal would obey that command. Crying out, she let go of the bannister and ran back toward the sofa. Tears streaked her cheeks as her buttocks and belly jiggled. A pulse leaped at her throat. She could feel something warm and furry between her moving legs. It was Ranger, trying to get at her pussy. She felt his hot breath oh the inner surfaces of her thighs. Sobbing with frustration and terror, Vickie slapped down again, pitching forward and nearly falling on her face.

"He smells you, man, he likes the smell," Paul said, finishing another beer and tossing the can into the growing pile.

This was awful! She had to get away, behind the sofa, somewhere where she could collect her thoughts. The young woman knew she couldn't blame the dog. He could smell her pussy, could sense she was still sexually excited even after that rape. If only there were some way she could calm him down, make him uninterested in her pussy.

Vickie felt she could take any other kind of sexual abuse. But making it with this German shepherd would be too much for her to accept.

"Ohhhh!"

Vickie had let the animal slip past her meager defenses. He was licking her now, licking the soft flesh behind each knee. Oh, God, the young woman couldn't suppress the growing hot feeling radiating up from that spot to her cunt. She didn't dare turn her face down to the animal. And then she felt the animal's pointed nose pressing against her cuntal mound, felt the folds of her pussy-meat being being moved around by the large shepherd's nose. And her cunt was responding! That was the awful, sickening thing Vickie had to deal with! In spite of her screaming and yelping she was turning on to the big animal. The blonde pushed away from the sofa and staggered back to the stairway. If only she could climb to the second floor and compose her thoughts, Vickie was certain she'd figure out a way to get rid of the dog.

"Horrible, horrible," she gasped as she felt the dog's rough tongue pass over her outer cunt-lips, then move down to her thighs. Her voice sounded so empty, so small in that large living room. She could smell herself now, smell the pungent cuntjuice she was certain the animal could whiff. Oh, God, how she hated those men for having brought her here to this dog.

"No, no, no!"

But her words sounded weak, without much meaning. Like the brutal rape before, this sex-scene was finding some part of Vickie's brain that was receptive. She felt the surface of Ranger's hot wet tongue graze one cunt-lip. The girl gasped from the unbelievable tickle and jerked her hands down to cover her wet twat. The big animal licked her fingers, nuzzling them with wild eagerness. Vickie gasped again, twisting around and looking wild-eyed at the laughing men. No, there would be no help coming from them. They wanted the animal to lick her off, to mount her if possible. Vickie turned back to the big animal, raising one hand threateningly high above her head.

Ranger jumped back, barking wildly at her. He moved in once more, pressing his tongue against her cunt-lips. She almost fell to her knees this time. The German shepherd growled low in his throat and braced his forepaws on the carpet. When Vickie was unprepared, the dog shoved up and forward, shoving his nose against her cunt-mound.

What was happening? What was she letting happen to her? Had she gone crazy? This was a dog… a damned dog! He was cornering her, forcing her… no, that wasn't right. Vickie could fed her body responding to this situation. Yes, she could have screamed down the walls, fought until the animal tore her body into shreds. Instead, she stood crouched in that living room, feeling a strange sexual fever settle over her cunt.

"Get away, bad dog, get away." The words were commanding but the voice behind them trembled with fear and lust. She ran back toward the men, then stumbled and fell sliding across the floor.

Ranger pounced, his paws braced on her thighs. Vickie screamed as the big animal nipped her ankle. He was going to attack her! Oh, God, they were all going to drink beer and watch the German shepherd kill her!

But no, the biting stopped. That was only a warning from Ranger, a sample of what he could do to her if she didn't cooperate. Vickie turned onto her back, clamping her thighs together as she beat at him. The big dog only ducked and growled, rolling his big brown eyes around in his head. It was as if he were laughing at her. The growling had softened… a warning growl, the suggestion of ferocity.

Vickie had to look away from his eyes and bared fangs. Ranger stopped his growling and began licking at her. He licked up around her belly, wetting her navel and the bottom of her rib cage. The soft warm fur against her upper thighs made her pussy tremble with forbidden delight. Her cunt ached from the savage pounding it had endured earlier. This gentle oral massage was soothing as well as exciting. If only it weren't this animal making her feel this way!

"No!"

Vickie closed her eyes and tried to concentrate only on the feeling. It was only one wet surface against another. Just a mouth, just a tongue… oh, God, only a few days ago the idea of either of those against her pussy would have made her blush. Now it was the only thought keeping her sane! For if she fully recognized the fact that she was being sexually assaulted by a German shepherd.