Unknown - The Watch Dog

The bathroom window was narrow and frosted, with a full screen of aluminum on the outside; she thought fleetingly of climbing through it and making a run for it, but where would she go? To call the police would mean turning to a neighbor's house, and could she bear to live with the lurid details of this night spread like so much filth all over the morning papers? No, this was her one hope … she did not even pray for her mother's return as she had when they had first pushed their way into her bedroom, for these men were clearly out of their heads from liquor and methaqualone and anything might happen.

She pushed the seldom-opened window open a couple of feet and managed, after a couple of aborted attempts, to unlatch the screen and push it up. She was able to roll the flexible aluminum screening up and hook a portion of the latch into the metal so that it was out of the way; then she called softly to her one and only friend on earth at this moment … Matthew, who lay sleeping a few yards away, oblivious of the horrible depravities his mistress had endured while he peacefully slumbered. He was definitely there, for she could see the reassuring outline of his massive body beside his dog house as he sprawled comfortably on the grass; she called again and still he did not stir, for she dared not raise her voice much above a whisper.

It was on the third attempt to rouse him that all hell broke loose – first the roaring of loud male voices outside the door and then the crashing of something heavy against it that nearly tore the sturdy door from its hinges. Lucy managed to pull her head from the window as the latch tore free from the door jamb. «Get her, Davey, before she gets out that window!» exclaimed the husky man. «Man, that was the dumbest thing you could'a done, lettin' her come in here alone … what if she'd gotten away?» David looked at her with vicious hatred in his eyes, doubly intense now because she had made a fool of him again in front of his friends, something he did not take from any broad. He brought back his hand to let her have a good one this time, one she would wear for a couple of days as a reminder …

«No, David, please!» she screamed shrilly, but it made no difference; he would be striking no one else for awhile, not with that arm anyway … if he ever was fortunate enough to use it again. For although the bathroom window was fully four feet from the ground, the well-trained German shepherd cleared it without even brushing the sill. There was a weak, gurgling scream from David, surprisingly thin and powerless, as the great beast sank his razor-sharp teeth deep into his forearm with a bone-crushing pressure that doubled her ex-boyfriend at the knees and sent him sprawling to the floor. All of this, the flash of brown as the German shepherd dashed to her rescue, the sounds, the screams of pain, the blurred movement, all seemed to take place in less than the blinking of an eye, but it was something that Lucy Barrett would remember for months to come. David's companions apparently abandoned friendship when it came to this – both of them turned and ran from the bathroom in a frantic scramble for the lead as they dashed down the corridor and out the front door, the bigger one still naked except for a shirt.

«Matt! Matt! That's enough!» Lucy cried before the huge dog killed this sniveling human who dared to hurt his mistress. Reluctantly the snarling animal backed away, leaving a bloodied, useless arm as his mark; David somehow rose to his feet, his eyes flooded with abject terror. «Now get out! And if you ever dare to come near this house again, I won't stop him next time! Get out!»

He turned and stumbled into the corridor without protest, Matt hard on his bare heels, and Lucy heard a yelp of pain as her wonderful dog apparently gave him an extra snap for good measure once they were outside. Lucy grabbed a bath towel to her chest and hurried to see if they were truly gone, still painfully limping from the battering her vagina and rectum had suffered. She closed the door anxiously and threw on the security latch; from the adjoining window, she could see them all pile into a car she did not recognize – there were clearly three of them inside as they passed the street light that marked the Barrett driveway, and she felt reasonably confident that they would not attempt a return. Remarkably, there was no blood on the hallway carpet, though there was a good-sized puddle in the bath; she threw the towel onto it to cover its lurid redness and staggered weakly back into her bedroom, her knees moments from final collapse.

Yes, they were gone, all of them, and her nightmare was over … but they had left their calling card – this «love-drug» was still in her belly and it was beginning to take effect, seemingly more potent this time, perhaps combined with the left-over traces of the first. She cursed them silently under her rising breath, hating with a passion known only to women … why, oh God, why, had they not been content to just come like plundering savages in the night? Raping her would have been nightmare enough for a lifetime … why did they have to make me beg for it? Why did they turn me into a slut for their enjoyment? God, how I hate them… I hate them! I wish they were dead!

Lucy's breasts jiggled as her chest heaved from the spasms of her sobbing; she felt her very insides loosen and relax for the first time since they had shoved their way into her house. She turned her face to one side and lay crying pitifully on her bed, still stark-naked; she smiled through teary eyes as Matt trotted back into the bedroom and came to her side. His face looked worried, as if he was hurt somehow that he had not arrived sooner. She started to speak, to thank him in insufficient words for what he had done when …!

It was a kiss, there was no other way to describe it … and if some handsome Prince had been her rescuer and had taken the same liberties, her response could not have been more intense. He had actually kissed her!

«Matt, you sly devil you, are you some sort of demon in a dog's suit? You're just to … human!» She tried to smile and joke with him but her mind reeled from the «love-drug» that maniac had stuffed down her throat. Already she could feel the heat welling in her loins … damn them all for making me like this!

But though her body cried out once again for a man, she had not even a shred of remorse for their hastened departure … she would sooner die than have one of them touch her again. She felt the warm, tender stare of her heroic dog and she looked into his near-human brown eyes … she seemed to see some message there, as if he was trying to tell her something. Was that kiss no accident? … Oh, Lucy, you're starting to crack up!

Suddenly he raised his head above the edge of the bed and began lapping at the pink crinkly flesh of her nipples, knowingly encircling the sensitive flesh with his wet curling tongue. Lucy gasped and covered her mouth with her hand … she felt the incited arousal of passion between her thighs and wondered if she was indeed going insane. Was Matt trying to make love to her? Could it really be happening this way? Surely not, but yet …!

«I must have been right, Matt … you're a real devil!» she gasped fervently, staring wonderingly at his handsome masculine face, his rugged jaw and his soulful, passion-stirring brown eyes. Were his eyes twinkling with desire or was she out of her head? Surely they were!

Lucy felt a ripple of eager excitement in her loins as she lovingly stroked his heavy coat, deliberately thrusting her youthfully-firm breasts closer to his laving tongue. Matt responded to her invitation with aplomb, confidently swiping his moist tongue over the sensitive tips of her lust-hardened nipples. But it didn't stop there … in an instant he was on the bed with her and he unhesitatingly nosed his way between her thighs as if he had been there before … God, how does he know how to do this? This can't all be intuition or animal instinct … it's uncanny! Maybe he is a devil!