How could I have not remembered! I guess I was too upset with the entire kidnapping thing to be thinking straight.
Maryanne and Pamela told me there were two vicious attack dogs that Jackson let loose on the property for security each night, but our trip in the dark across the yard hadn't been interrupted by either of them.
“This is Boomer,” Velda introduced me. “Bosco's brother. And he loves to fuck even more than Bosco.”
I looked back over my bare shoulder as well as I could, bent over and held down in place as I was. My young blue eyes widened in horror.
“Oh, God-no!”
The German shepherd Velda held tightly on a chain leash also had white socks covering his front paws, secured with tape. He was just as large as the dog fucking the living shit out of Ingrid, but seemingly even more eager to get at me. He kept lunging forward in my direction, stopped only by the tall blonde's strong grip on his leash, holding him back. Unlike his brother, he wasn't wearing a muzzle.
And his needful whimpering to get at me wasn't my imagination.
His big pink penis was fully erect and entirely out of its hairy sheath, the heavy, fat-in-the-middle shaft bobbling between his legs with every move he made. Also, a thin clear line of obvious pre-cum trailed from the very tip, signaling his interest. And his animal intention.
“Look how big his cock is!” Velda pointed, turning him to the side so I could better see. “When he comes, about a gallon of cum shoots out-really, it's like a horse! And look how turned on he is! God, he's hard as a rock! He must really want your sweet little cunt!”
But whether Boomer was so highly aroused because Bosco was fucking Ingrid right beside us (to a dog, like watching dog porn, I guess), or because he had a sexual thing for me, I honestly couldn't say. Or care.
Either way, I wanted no part of it.
“No!” I gasped again in pure panic, trying to wriggle my bare ass out of the way as he closed in on me. I knew I was in big trouble when I felt his hot breath on the backs of my thighs, felt his wet nose suddenly nuzzling into my even wetter cunt from behind. “Bad dog! Go away!”
Velda merely laughed at my discomfort and fear.
A second later, Boomer's tongue was licking quickly into my slippery pussy, tasting me, exploring me, and (admittedly) arousing me. Especially when he began eagerly licking up from my pussy, between the damp cheeks of my butt, right to my tight little asshole and then back again.
The position I'd been forced to assume presented both of my highly sensitive openings directly to him. It felt good, in a perverted way I couldn't deny, but what was about to follow made me almost sick with terror.
“Please stop him,” I begged. “I'm serious! I'm so scared!”
“You little idiot,” Velda said. “He wants to fuck you, not eat you. Just shut up.”
I couldn't believe how calm she was about it.
“Are you crazy?!” I was starting to cry, my panic giving way to super-panic. “I can't let a dog fuck me! It's insane!”
By then Velda had already put enough slack in his leash so that Boomer was suddenly on top of me, his strong front legs gripping me tightly around my skinny waist as I cried and begged her to let me go. I had no room to move due to the tightness of the padded handcuffs, and the big German shepherd held me so tightly I could move even less.
“You're no virgin, slut,” Velda laughed. “You took all the fucking I gave you last night, and loved it, so I'm sure you can handle this.”
And before I could disagree, I felt the slick warm tip of Boomer's huge cock press against my bare ass and then against the backs of my trembling thighs, leaving a trace of his sticky liquid, as he tried to find his way into me. The thought that he'd soon be pushing that giant dog-cock straight into my little-girl cunt sent a hot shiver of the worst fear I'd ever known through me. Seriously, I was getting hysterical.
“No, you're wrong,” I cried. “I can't handle this!”
“I told you, shut up,” she said. “You're going to be too busy licking my pussy to worry about it, anyway.”
And, letting go of the leash once Boomer clearly had me held tight, Velda slid around us both and dropped down into the couch next to Jackson. Directly in front of me and spreading her shapely bare thighs, she pushed her firm hips forward until her cunt was right in my face. It opened wetly, her thickened cunt-lips so swollen and slick I was looking right up her pink hole.
“Get to it,” Velda said simply.
So, trapped, I started licking her pussy, pushing my tongue into her sugary sweetness until my mouth was pressed tightly against her swollen slit. As I probed into her with my tongue, my 14-year-old blonde captor sighed with a dreamy little smile, clearly enjoying not only the physical aspect of the forced oral sex I was providing, but also my abject fear at what Boomer was about to do to me.
And then next to us, it was suddenly obvious something was going on with Ingrid and the creepy handyman.
“Oh, man, I'm coming!” skinny weird Jackson suddenly moaned, sprawled next to Velda but directing his attention to Ingrid. “Swallow all my cum, kid!”
I cut my eyes over to see the eruption of the creepy guy's semen, little Ingrid still sucking and licking eagerly at his standing cock, while jacking him off hurriedly. Thick ribbons of his cum shot into her mouth and onto her young face.
“Oh, yeah, yeah!” he kept telling her. “You're still the best little cocksucker I ever met!”
At his hoarse urging, she was swallowing as much of his hot cum as possible, each erratic stream of it going straight into her mouth. Her tongue then just as quickly lapped up any excess that ended on her fingers or dripped from her glistening lips.
There was no doubt: the little redheaded 8th-grader was loving it.
And the entire time, Bosco was still hanging onto her and ramming his huge cock into her with unrelenting fury, pounding it into her sloppy wet cunt with all the strength he had. His thrusts, I could tell, were nearly knocking the breath out of her.
It was quite a show, in fact, one I might've actually enjoyed if I wasn't so terrified at my own awful predicament.
I know, weird, but true.
Anyway, that was also the moment (just after Jackson ejaculated into Ingrid's hot mouth) that Boomer's hard cock finally found my throbbing cunt, just the warm tip of it entering me at first. And, oddly, it started in easily enough because I was already dripping with so much excess lubrication.
I couldn't believe it. Or understand it.
“Keep licking my pussy!” Velda commanded. “No one told you to stop!”
At the first sensation of Boomer's cock going into me, just starting to go in, really, I'd frozen in place. My face was still pressed into Velda's wet cunt, but my entire body was so taut with tension I'd stopped licking her.
And, to my surprise, my own slick cunt was responding as if I somehow wanted to be fucked by Boomer. My clit was tingling wildly, on full anticipatory alert as the pulsating pleasure within my crotch quickly grew in intensity.
My God, was I actually turned on by the thought of a wildly ferocious beast fucking the hell out of me? Raping me, actually. It didn't seem possible, but if so, I was the sickest little elementary schoolgirl I'd ever known.
And I soon knew I was sick, because when Boomer finally realized he'd found my slippery pussy, he pushed the entire length of his throbbing pink cock the rest of the way in, the sensation unlike anything I'd ever felt before.
Then he stood completely still for a very long moment, encased entirely within me, as if savoring the slickly hot little cunt he'd discovered.
“Ohhh God!” I moaned, the wet throbbing of that dog's huge dick making me shudder with a demented pleasure that entirely enveloped me. “It's so big and in so deep! I can't believe it!”
And I couldn't.
In other words, a big German shepherd guard dog named Boomer was going to fuck me and I was going to let him. No, worse-I was going to actively participate, just as the little dog-fucker Ingrid was doing, right beside me!
Unbelievable.
And then Boomer began to fuck me, faster and more furiously than I'd ever been fucked. His sock-shod paws gripped and held me even tighter in place as he rammed his thick cock into me without letup.
“Uhhhh! It's so fucking good,” I couldn't help crying out. “He's fucking my brains out! I love it! I'm a huge slut and I love it! Ohhh, God!”
I guess I was. A huge slut. And clearly, a dog-fucker.
I mean, he was fucking me to death and I wanted it to go on and on. His breath was hot on my naked back, ragged and fast, his large furry underside pressing against me, holding me in place, as my spasming cunt was filled to almost bursting with the full size of his doggy-dick.
It was sliding in and out of me like a fleshy jack hammer!
At the same time, I was licking blonde Velda's gorgeous cunt, licking into it with unbridled passion, running my tongue up and down her juicy slit and then focusing on her sweet clit.
When I sucked it into my mouth, her clitoris, using my slippery tongue to lap back and forth across the quivering pink nub as I did so, she stiffened with a low moan, then began working her crotch against my face.
As she did, the sleek muscles in her inner thighs stood out in sharp relief, and I poked a finger up her pussy juice-slickened asshole, then followed it with a second. With both fingers deep in her firm butt, I fingerfucked her asshole until she was squirming so much I could barely keep my mouth on her.
But I did.
“Keep doing it like that!” Velda groaned with obvious pleasure. “Carol and Ingrid were right-you have a great mouth! Ummm! You're going to make me come really fast! Ohh, yes, yes! Uhhh!”
But, as fast as Velda thought she was going to come, 14-year-old Ingrid (spurred on by the sudden throbbing ejaculation of the big dog fucking her) came even faster, her orgasm causing her to groan:
“I'm coming! Ohhh, God! Bosco's getting his rocks off in me! Ohhh! I can feel his cum pouring into my cunt!”
They kept at it, Ingrid and the big German shepherd next to us, fucking like crazed weasels, the small girl grinding her bare ass back into the big dog's jerkily thrusting body as if wanting his huge cock even deeper inside her.
“Fuck me harder, Bosco!” little Ingrid panted. “Harder! Faster! Fuck me, fuck me! Fuck the shit out of me!”
And he soon pumped every last spurt of his semen into her, then abruptly pulled his cock out of her so that a huge splooge of the pale white stuff poured out of her cunt like a milky waterfall.
“Oh God, that was fun,” Ingrid panted a couple of breathless moments later, sagging. She took a moment and then stood up shakily. “I'm totally filled with dog cum!”
It was like I was in the middle of a three-ring sex circus and was crazy enough to be loving every second of it.
A sex circus which came to a screeching halt when the plank door to Jackson's loft apartment was suddenly thrown open by Miss Hellview herself, stalking into the room with a murderous look on her face.
“What the hell!?” she raged, dressed in a silk wrap-around robe. “Emily's father called. He and her mother are on their way here. Are you all insane!?”
It definitely was a valid question. To which I had no answer. And, of course, neither did any of them.