Val Marrick - Whipped And Raped

Keeping her eyes from his face, Sally dumped the last burger on her plate and set the pan back on the stove. Fred roared with laughter at his jape. Sally sat and began to eat, conscious of her nakedness. She wished she were dead.

An hour or two later, a growl of an engine and a rattling clatter of pebbles on the front window announced that Sally's hostess had returned. The door opened and Estancia appeared, trim and sexy in jeans and the usual incredibly tight sweater. She glowed with happy anticipation.

Carlos and Fred sat at the table playing cards. Sally stood frozen in the middle of the cabin's living room, holding the broom she was using to sweep up.

Naked but for the apron, the broom clutched between her boobs, she made a picture that caused Estancia to laugh delightedly.

"I love it, baby!" she cried. "Wish I had my Instamatic." She turned to her accomplices. "You two get off your butts and get her ready. I got a new playmate for her out in the car, and I want her to be ready."

"Any way you want her, Stancia?" Fred asked.

"Untie her legs. Loop the rope around the post and tie her wrists." She cocked her head, black hair spilling down over one shoulder. Backlit by the dying sunlight, the gesture made her look like a model In some kind of advertisement.

Maybe a cigarette ad in a woman's magazine. Something in her attitude made Sally go sticky and cold inside.

As an after thought, Estancia said, "Better get her down on all fours," then went out the door. She was smiling as if at some secret.

Carlos and Fred moved to obey. Grinning, Fred swept the apron from Sally's hips. After spending so much time completely exposed to the brutal, leering gazes of her captors, the partial covering of the apron had been comforting.

Now she felt doubly naked as Carlos knelt before her, untying her ankles. He grinned up at her, found himself staring full into. the tangled gold thatch of her bush. He darted his head forward and kissed Sally's pussy, then stood up.

He took her by the elbow. "Come on, baby," he said. He guided her over to the post. Fred came along with the rope.

Quickly and efficiently, Fred knotted the rope to her wrists, looped around the wooden upright. As she stood staring at the floor he stepped back and lit a cigarette.

Carlos put a hand on her shoulder, pushing down gently. She shook him off.

Grinning broadly, Fred puffed his cigarette till the end was a glowing coal. He took it out, looked at it, then lifted Sally's head with the other massive paw.

Golden-blonde hair fell away to either side of her sullen face. "Now look,"

Fred told her. "You better get down on your hands and knees like a good girl. I don't think Stancia'd mind it too much if you had one or two itty bitty burns on one of those cute tits, baby."

He eyed the cigarette. "Course. I could always tell her you got grease spattered on you, cookin' lunch."

Avoiding his eyes, Sally silently dropped to her knees. The floor was hard and cold, and hurt her knees. "Now, the rest of the way," Fred urged softly.

Seething with humiliation, Sally bent forward till she was holding herself up with her hands. What fiendish thing was the insane Chicana planning now? She had looked pleased with herself. And Sally had come to recognize that as a dangerous sign.

The thump of Estancia's high bootheels sounded inside the doorway. With it was an odd skittering sound. Sally heard Fred bray with laughter, heard Carlos gasp and begin "Jesus, now that's-"

He cut off suddenly. Estancia had no doubt silenced him with one venomous glance. "You boys did a nice job," came Estancia's voice as her boots thudded towards Sally. The blonde girl's rump pointed at the door. She clenched her asshole tight in fear, not knowing what her captress might do. The clicking noise followed the Chicana.

The boots came around in front of her. Staring resolutely at the floor, her hair masking her vision to either side, Sally forced herself to remain calm. It couldn't be that bad, she told herself. What new degradation Estancia could come up with Sally couldn't imagine. No doubt the rest of the ordeal would be variations on the old theme. Painful, humiliating, soul-killing, yes. But she had gotten through all that. She would show Estancia. She could take it.

Like a honeyed whip Estancia's voice fell on her bare shoulders. "Hey there, darling," she said sweetly. "Hey, Sally baby. I brought you a nice new friend.

You'll love him. He's a real stud."

Heavy breathing sounded rhythmically not far from her head. At a nudge from Carlos' toe, she slowly lifted her face. What could this be? she wondered. A whiff of rank breath hit her full in the face as she saw it.

It was a dog.

Though her arms were at full extension, the beast was looking down on her with stupid canine friendliness. It looked to be the size of a small horse. Its fur was short and grey, covering a narrow head, squarish muzzle, long-limbed and powerful looking body.

"Get a good look at him," Estancia urged. "I thought you'd get tired of Fred and Carlito, want something more on your level."

Devastated, Sally stared at the enormous dog face inches from hers. Her mouth hung open. No, it's not possible, she thought. Not this! Never! She couldn'tBut Estancia Cruz could.

"Don't look so shocked," Estancia said. "He's real handsome, no? His name's Conann. And he's a real stud, just like I promised you." She paused. "His full name's King Conann na Connacht III Armbruster. He's registered." She paused again, then spat, "I know you gringos put a lot of stock by pedigree. He should make you real happy."

Dropping to one knee, the girl quickly slipped the chokechain off the wolfhound's neck. Then she grabbed a handful of Sally's hair and twisted her head back till the blonde's neck creaked. "You're going to have a dog dick up your pussy, bitch," she hissed. Her face was contorted into a mask of hatred.

"You're never gonna be clean again. He's gonna fuck you, puta, just like the animal you are!"

Estancia let go Sally's hair and stood up. "Okay boy," she said to the dog.

"She's all yours."

Sally winced as the dog sniffed once and licked her face wetly. His whole body was shaking as he wagged his cropped tail with delight at finding a new friend.

His breath made her stomach reel. Or was it only that?

He sniffed gingerly the length of her gleaming body. Before she could move she felt strong hands grabbing her by the waist, forcing her to stay in the same vulnerable position.

Sally jumped as an ice-cold nose poked suddenly between her asscheeks. The hands clamped more firmly. The dog sniffed up and down her crack, then coldnosed her tightly fisted asshole again.

Hot breath seared her bruised butt. The dog's nails clicked as he backed up.

Sally heard Estancia curse under her breath, and boots scraped the floor.

Estancia took the beast by the nape of the neck – carefully, since he was strong enough to tear her arm off if she scared or angered him. She shoved his nose back into her prisoner's asscrack. With joy she saw the girl flinch away from the contact. "There you go boy, here's a hot bitch just waiting for you,"

Estancia said to the dog.

She rubbed his nose up and down Sally's flaming-red crack, enjoying the way the blonde's flesh crawled. The brunette could feel it. "Here, here's a nice pussy," she said, pushing the dog's head down and forward. With her other hand she stroked his wiry flanks, feeling his power. "Here, this little bitch is just dying for you to fuck her. Go ahead, Conann boy. Make her real happy, hey?"

Sally moaned in sick horror as the icy nose was pushed into her cunt. It was actually in her pussy! She gagged. She tried to twist away. It was no good. The hands held her too firmly.

"That's it," Estancia told the dog. "Isn't that nice?"