Bob Hawkins: Daughter gets the goat

The goat kept coming. The other animals were sniffing the air now, too. Suddenly, the one that had been nibbling Dawn's neck stepped over her leg and shouldered the other goat aside. The goat tripped, stepped directly onto Dawn's tightly stretched thigh. His weight on top of his sharp foot sent a jolt of stunning pain ripping through the girl's loins.

Dawn screamed, shrieked around the gagging stone and scarf, blasted saliva into the curtain of blonde hair covering her face. Her shriek startled the goats. The foot on her thigh gouged into her flesh as the animal leaped away. The pain was like a searing knife of steel slicing through her flesh.

The goat darted into the underbrush. Trembling, Dawn looked down at her thigh. A bright red welt was rising up on her skin, but there was no blood.

She glanced at the other goat. He was still standing in front of her, alert, but steady. Her scream had startled him, but had not frightened him away.

His nostrils quivered. His head went down as he moved forward, and he butted his nose against the front of Dawn's wet panties.

She gasped as she felt the big wide tongue swipe over the moist cotton crotch, pulling the material away from her come-smeared pussy lips. Some of her downy cunt hair pulled away from her cunt mound, and Dawn winced at the sharp little pains. The goat licked her panties again, wetting the material with his thick saliva.

Dawn's whole body tensed, and she prayed hard that the animal wouldn't decide to take a nip of her down there.

If he bit her cunt, he could ruin her as a woman for life.

But she was utterly helpless to stop him. The pains were coming back, in full force. And now her thigh hurt from the deep welt.

Her body was one throbbing aching horrible pain. But something was happening to her again. The goat licked the crotch of her panties, rubbing the soft wet material against her goo-smeared pussy mound.

But the pleasure wasn't pushing the pain away this time. Dawn forced herself to concentrate on the goat's lapping tongue. She squinted hard, moaned, rolled her head against the bark of the tree, dug her fingernails into the palms of her hands, trying desperately to feel only the pleasure of the goat's teasing tongue.

But it wouldn't work.

Her body had gone over the threshold. All she could feel was pain. Even the pleasure of the stroking tongue faded, and became another pain, a pushing and prodding at her sensitive pussy.

She began crying.

Softly at first, then harder and harder, Dawn wept. The tears spilled from her eyes and rolled down her cheeks. Her tits jiggled as the shuddering spasms of weeping swept over her. Saliva spilled from her mouth and mixed with her tears, dripped and hung in long strings from her chin down onto her bare tits.

And the goat licked her crotch, sucking at the thick wet goo that stained the soft cotton, nipping at the material with his teeth as he tried to pull it away. His teeth caught hold of the material for a moment, and the goat took a step back, pulling the wet panties far away from the girl's pussy. Dawn barely felt it as the whole crotch of her panties gave way, chewed through and pulled away by the goat's teeth.

Satisfied with his prize, the goat wandered away into the bushes, chewing with great pleasure on the come-and-sweat drenched crotch of the panties of a little girl.

Dawn slowly stopped weeping. She hurt all over. She felt weak, exhausted. She was baffled. She'd been fouled and violated in the worst way. A pack of animals had attacked her. They'd chewed on her flesh, sucked on her body, bitten her, stepped on her, torn her clothes. And made her come.

She sighed hard.

They had made her come.

Dawn looked down at herself. Her nipples were bloated up like fat little thumbs, sticking out from the smooth and round globes of her naked young tits. Her tits were wet and running with sweat and saliva. She wished she could stop drooling on herself like this, but the stone in her mouth made her mouth juices flow.

And other juices were flowing, too. Her cunt seemed to dribble fuck fluid, even this long after her hard goat-tongue-induced climax.

She shifted slightly in her bonds, and her eyes caught sight of the third and last goat. He was just standing there, eyeing her.

The expression on the old animal's face was distinctly unfriendly. He took a couple of steps toward Dawn.

The young girl shook her head slowly from side to side, her eyes widening as the goat stepped up between her parted legs. He kept coming.

He was up to something. Something nasty.

Dawn cringed against the trunk of the trees as tightly as she could. The goat thrust his head right at her and went down. His tongue stroked roughly against her tit, slapping so that her flesh stung for a moment. But then he curled his lips back and opened his mouth. He shoved his snout against the girl's bare tit until he could bite down on her nipple. He caught her hardened little bud between his teeth and clamped down hard.

Sharp pain shot into Dawn's nipple.

The goat twisted his head and stepped backward.

Dawn screamed at the top of her lungs. The damned goat was trying to rip her nipple right off her tit. She gagged on her scream as the pain of the animal's slicing teeth sent another series of stinging burning jolts of electric pain into her tit.

She threw her head back and screamed again, feeling her nipple about to pop off into the goat's mouth.

She felt her body dragged forward by the animal's tugging. She had no choice but to go forward as far as her bonds would allow, but it wasn't far enough. One more hard tug, one more scissoring of the goat's sharp teeth, and her nipple would be just a piece of juicy tit-flesh in the goat's belly.

Dawn sucked a deep lungful. She was all ready to scream out one final agonizing shriek of outraged pain and terror.

Instead, she froze. Her mouth was wide open, and her eyes were clenched tightly shut. She held her breath.

The goat had let go of her nipple and jerked his head up high. Dawn slowly opened her eyes. The goat was staring wild-eyed into the underbrush. There was a noise. The goat leaped over Dawn's leg and vanished through the trees.

She watched the animal go, then slowly turned her head to see what had frightened him off. She wasn't sure she really wanted to know.

But there, moving stealthily into the clearing, his big head held low, and his eyes squinting suspiciously, was the biggest, handsomest, most beautiful dog that Dawn had ever seen.

And he had a white band around his head.

It was Tonto.

Dawn sighed heavily through her nose, and sagged limply back against the tree. Her nipple was throbbing with pain. At least her nip wasn't in the belly of the goat.

Tonto started wagging his tail, slowly at first, then with more and more abandon. Then, almost prancing, he bounded over to the girl, his big dark eyes glittering with happiness and delight.

Dawn was amazed at the beast. Tonto was a stunning animal. He was huge, and his legs and thighs looked immensely powerful to the bound young teenager. Tonto's thick black fur glowed with good health. His eyes were alert and intelligent, almost human in the way they looked at the lovely child. And there was more than a slight hint of mischief in those beautiful eyes, too.

Tonto walked around the thin sapling to which Dawn's ankles was lashed, sniffed casually at her bare foot. She wiggled her toes, and winced. Oh, God, she thought, another animal wants my body.

Tonto's nose went up as he caught the heady scent of the young girl's pussy juice. He began sniffing along the inside of her bare leg, poking his hard snout into her taut thigh muscle as he sought the source of that wonderful odor.

His big nose butted right into Dawn's unprotected cunt mound. He pressed the end of his snout into the gooey fuck fluids that coated her beautiful bare cunt lips.