Robert Vickers - Raped teaser

It gagged her as much as the lashing pink cock that slid down her throat. Milo's cock bounced around, batting to and fro inside her mouth. The long, foul-tasting, slimy tendril of prick seemed to go down her throat instinctively. Karen pursed her lips and began to suck harder on Milo's cock.

The dog barked joyfully. He was enjoying the strangeness of the experience. In all his doggy dreams, he'd never imagined anything as fine as the feel of Karen's tongue and mouth on his cock.

Karen began to marvel at how long Milo was. But the thin cock wasn't big enough around to really satisfy anyone but another dog. And Karen was far from satisfied. She hated the taste of Milo's prick. The thought of sucking off an animal made her sick to her stomach.

When Milo's cock started to twitch like a snake, the girl knew the dog was going to ejaculate. The thought horrified her that the dog was going to come in her mouth. She'd have a throat full of dog jism.

Before Karen could get her mouth off the dog's cock, the animal gave a deep-throated bark and blasted off a hot, creamy geyser. She had no choice but to swallow the dog's cum. The second fountain of jism arched into the air and splatted on the floor almost five feet away. The dog kept barking and growling low in its throat.

This was something brand new for Milo. And he thought he liked it. In a few seconds, the animal's prick had vanished back into its round sheath of protective flesh.

Karen was lying on her side, weakly vomiting on the floor.

Fred went over to Milo and patted the dog on the head. "Good boy, Milo, good boy. You did real good."

Ross wasn't sure if he was pleased or not. He hadn't thought the idiot girl would be dumb enough to actually suck off a dog. Now he'd have to just tie her up and leave her behind.

Somehow, the thought wasn't very pleasant for the man.

Karen managed to pull herself upright. She looked first at Milo, who sat wagging his shaggy tail and panting happily, then up to Ross. The beautiful teenager wiped a trace of the puke off her lips and asked the man, "That good enough?" She swallowed convulsively, choked, then continued, "I did what you wanted with Milo. Are you going to let me go with you?"

"Well, Ross, how about it?" said Fred, as eager as Milo. He didn't seem to realize what it would mean having Karen along with them. Ross wondered how he could get it across to his partner that it would only mean a heap of grief for them. "Come off it, Fred," he said, ignoring Karen. "You know when we split we got to run fast and dodge even faster. We can't have a millstone like her around our necks. Even if she is a pretty millstone, she'd weight us down. Even worse, she might make us hesitate just a trifle somewhere along the line."

Fred rubbed his chin with one finger. Then the sandy-haired man slowly nodded as he agreed. "I suppose you're right, Ross. Seems like a damned waste, though."

"Sure it is, but what the hell? There're others around. When the heat's off, we can go looking. Who knows what we might find, huh?" Ross hoped that Fred actually did agree. It would make it a lot easier on him. From the look that crossed the other man's face, Ross suddenly decided there was more to him agreeing than met the eye at first glance.

Ross was certain Fred was going along this time because it would make it easier to get rid of him when the time came. That was how Fred's mind worked. The man just didn't want witnesses around. And one that he'd probably have to waste, too.

"Hey, you two!" protested Karen. "Cut it out! You remember you promised me! You can't back out on a promise! Not after you made me do… all that." She made a face as she remembered exactly what she had done.

"Look, kid, we didn't force you to do that with the dog. Your furry friend's about the only one who really enjoyed it." He hesitated, then grinned crookedly. "Hell, okay, I dug it. But we didn't force you to suck off Milo. So we changed our minds. Big fuckin' deal. You're no worse off now than you were before. So what's the bitch, huh? You just stick here and you're in better shape than getting hooked up with a pair on the run like Fred and me."

"I don't think so," Karen said hotly. "I want to go with you! I hate it here! My parents don't understand me. If… if you want me to do something else to prove myself… just… just let me know." She shivered as thoughts of some of the other things they might ask her to do surfaced in her brain.

She'd been fucked up the ass several times, she'd gotten pissed on after being tied up and forced to suck off Ross, Fred had jammed a banana up her ass while he fucked her, then he'd fucked her while almost burning her tits off. The ultimate insult was sucking off an animal.

No matter what Ross said, Karen felt deep down in her heart that only Milo was enjoying that scene. It had made her sick to her stomach when the dog had come in her mouth. That slippery, slimy, disgusting cock wiggling obscenely around in her mouth and down her throat had been one of the most terrible things that'd ever happened to her.

She didn't care. She'd do anything, no matter how lewd or perverted, just to escape the prison her parents kept her in. San Quentin couldn't be worse torture than that!

"You're not listening, kiddo. You're not going with us. Period. End of sentence. Got it straight now?" Ross motioned to Fred. "Go ahead and tie her up. I think we'd better be getting out of here. My old intuition's acting up and I smell cops on the prowl."

"Yeah, I'm getting a bit jumpy, too," Fred agreed. They'd both been able to develop the sixth sense of a man on the run from the law. They could sense the presence of a cop. Ross had other reasons for wanting to leave. He didn't want Karen talking him into taking her along. In spite of what he'd said, she was an okay kid. He wouldn't mind having her along, fucking her brains out.

Karen was one hell of a piece of ass.

That was why Ross knew they had to beat it away from Folter Lake and Karen and Miriam. If he stuck around, he'd do something really dumb and take her along. The business about the millstone would come true like a bad nightmare.

No matter what a good fuck she was, the girl could only cause them big trouble.

Fred quickly tied up Karen. He turned to Ross and asked, "Hey, man, can I have one more go at the old broad?" Miriam opened her eyes for the first time. There was a look of sheer hatred on her face. If she could have killed the man, she would have.

Ross studied the scene. They didn't have to run. Not just at that instant. And the broad had offended him. She had called him all sorts of names. He might stick around just long enough to get even with her.

Revenge could be pretty sweet at times like this. "Hell, Fred, you must have an iron cock. How can you even get it up? My balls are sore as hell."

"Been saving it up longer than you, old man. I'm horny. But you're right. I am hurting a bit – just a bit mind you!"

"Okay, then, let's give the old lady a taste of what she found so revolting with her lovely, willing daughter. Bring me what's left of the dog food. I think Milo's still hungry."

Miriam tried to kick Fred when he began to smear the foul-smelling dog food all over her cunt. Then she spit on him. Ross backhanded her and quietly, menacingly said, "Don't do that or things'll get really tough for you."

Fred had finished stuffing the last bit of gooey dog food up her twat. Ross held back Milo. The big sheep dog wagged his tail joyously. This was more fun than he'd had since coming up to the lake. He didn't like being penned up out back. And it was even worse not having any female dogs around. He was a healthy, normal animal that loved to fuck.

So, when Ross let him go, Milo raced over to the suspended woman and began lapping up the surplus dog food. Miriam choked, began to cry. She quickly found that Milo would take little nips at her pussy if she tried to swing out of the animal's way. He thought she was playing. This was a brand-new game for the creature.