When Ellen remembered fully what had happened, she had flushed with shame and tried to flee, but the fat man had stopped her at the door of the kitchen, and Dominique and Maxwell Carter had quickly followed after him. In the ensuing struggle, they had literally ripped her clothes from her ripe young body until her naked breasts were quivering in the air and all of her flesh seemed to be prey to the maddening grasp of demanding hands as well as hungry lips and lapping tongues.
The fat man pressed her mouth open in a frantic, raping kiss, shoving his big tongue all the way down her throat until she gagged. At the same time fingers were inserted and toyed with her tender little pussy, sliding sleekly in through the sparse pubic hairs and tickling at her defenseless cuntal lips until they were finally rewarded a light seepage of clear fluid. There were fingers on her rounded buttocks as well, taking big handfuls of flesh in greedy grabs; hands pulling at her bobbing breasts as if they were cow udders; lips sucking hungrily at her nipples; and worst of all, dogs' tongues lapping all over at her nakedly vulnerable flesh, licking up the moist crevice of her asscheeks to make her tiny puckering anus tingle madly. She seemed to be mere food, animal prey, for a gang of sensual vultures. Every time she slapped a hand away, another came to take its place, or a tongue. She was licked and lapped and kissed and squeezed and fondled in so many different places that she couldn't keep track. Eventually she weakened and surrendered to the unequal struggle. Everything in her lushly ripening body seemed to go lax. Their continual massaging, groping, fondling of her newly-aroused flesh simply destroyed her will. Now the beautiful thirteen year old blonde was naked as the day she was born and a mere plaything in their urgent hands and lips, while two searing German shepherd tongues burned off any resistance that might have been left to their ravishingly savage depredations on her quivering young flesh.
"Oh! Oh!" she cried. "Where are you taking me?"
Maxwell Carter easily lifted her struggling form and carried her back across the marble-tiled foyer beneath the high, dangling chandelier, down the steps and into the library.
"Please! Oh, please let me go!" came her piteous wail.
"She's not near enough softened up yet," came Dominique's answering husky voice somewhere behind her. "We've got to fuck her until she's crazy about it, and remembers everything, and lives only for that. Get Lucifer and Handsome to fuck the life out of her again, Maxwell. This time so that there's no mistaking the total effect. We can't afford to have her running home to momma with naughty stories. If we can't get her to beg us for it, then we're finished. She's only thirteen years old."
The fat man, behind her, laughed as he grappled with their struggling young love-slave. "Don't worry," he smirked. "No young doll ever got fucked by Lucifer that didn't live just to love him for it. She'll never want a man as long as she lives."
"No!" Ellen screamed, her arms and legs thrashing wildly as yet again a burning hot animal tongue snaked into her sweating backside crevice and pressed lingeringly against her trembling anal opening. "What – what are you doing to me? Help! Don't! I beg you. I don't need it! I don't want it! Please let me go!"
Maxwell Carter laughed, as if he had just heard the funniest statement ever made. They dragged her with ferocious, enslaving resolve across the plush purple carpet, then up the brief stairs into the secluded bedroom with its large round bed and bright red sheets. Now she was struggling and squirming and kicking in something akin to panic.
"Stop it, you silly little bitch! You'd better do as we say," said Carter, shoving some photographs under her nose. "Don't make us tie you up again, or we'll show these to your high-and-mighty mother."
Ellen shook her long blonde hair around and gazed weakly at the pictures. They were of herself and Handsome and that other dog, doing the most obscene things imaginable!
"Please, please," she whimpered, tears welling from her pretty blue eyes, her arms straining in their dominating grasp. "What – what have you done to me? Why are you doing this to me!?" The full horror of what was happening swept scathingly through her incredulous mind. This couldn't be happening to her. She had heard about teenage girls being raped, but never by nice people like this. And certainly never including German shepherds in the vile act! How could she have allowed herself to be so used?
"It's no use," came Carter's surprisingly rough and husky voice, "she's resisting too much. We'll have to tie her up."
"She hasn't been fucked in the ass yet," said the fat man. "She's still a little virgin in her ass-hole. That's where Lucifer really wins them.
Let him ram that big red pike up her ass-hole until she goes dizzy with it."
Dominique had readied the bed now, and they gripped her tightly from seemingly every angle as they forced her naked teenaged body down on it. She damped her legs tightly together and drew them up, attempting to hide her precious treasure from their licentious gaze. But it was no use. In another moment they had spread-eagled her legs and her arms were above her head as they tied wrists and ankles, securing them with leather straps to facsimile bedposts at four points around the circular bed. The helpless young girl squirmed against her bonds, sobbing, until they felt as though they would cut through her wrists. It was hopeless.
Maxwell Carter sat down on the bed and it sagged under his weight so that she rolled slightly towards him. "I'm going to ask you just to save us all a lot of trouble. Believe me, eventually you're going to be in love with Handsome here," – he indicated the panting dog – "everybody is! Without exception! So why make things hard on yourself?
If you'll just submit and admit that you love him fucking you, you'll make it easier on all of us."
"I'll never do that!" she cried, her face contorting with outrage and fear combined. "You drugged me last night! I know you did. Otherwise I'd never have done that. Let me go and I'll promise to forget it all.
Please!"
Maxwell shook his head wearily and sighed. "Okay," he said, "I guess there's nothing left but to go through with it." His right hand swept around suddenly and his fingers stroked affectionately in the sparse blonde pubic hair on the mound at the base of her rapidly rising and falling belly. He dug through the yellow curls and there was an involuntary jerk of her youthful hips at the unexpected probe of her sensitive secret parts. "She's a natural blonde, too," Carter muttered, as if not quite believing it.
"Please stop that! Don't! You got me drunk last night! I didn't enjoy any of it!" Her pelvis screwed down into the mattress desperately to try to avoid his obscene fondling. "Get away from me! Please!"
Carter moved his outstretched finger up and down in her fear-moistened slit and looked at the two dogs that were sitting ready and waiting, their long tongues hanging out and gleaming with saliva. "Then you do remember Handsome and Lucifer here eating you and fucking you?" he asked.
No! No! I don't remember!" she lied, her voluptuous torso squirming as the far man and Dominique appeared on either sides of the bed in order to each caress a separate breast. A moment later, as if by some secret signal, they guided the girl's erect little nipples upward into their hungrily salivating mouths. Now in addition to Maxwell Carter's brutal finger fucking up inside her relatively dry and unready young cunt, there was also these two, laving her breasts and sucking as if her sensitively throbbing nipples were all they wanted in the entire world.
A moan of pain escaped from Ellen's tortured lips, and her inner thighs relaxed voluntarily in order to ease the excruciating hurt.
"Come on," Carter prodded, his fiery finger digging deeper and being rewarded with some seepage. "Admit these two dogs fucked you good."
"Yes, yesssssssss," she hissed as she relented to escape the cruel ravishing hand, and hoping for a respite from the wonderfully exciting mauling that was making her breasts harden and tingle with sensation.
"They did. Yesssss, they did!"
"Did what? he demanded lewdly. "Come on, say it!"
"They fucked me! Fucked me good!" There, she had admitted it, spitting out the words in a combination of pain, humiliation, shame, and rapidly expanding pleasure. She clenched her fluttering eyelids tightly shut, trying to blank out the sight of his perversely triumphant leer. If only someone could save her – even though the humiliation would be even greater when her rescuers stormed into the room and saw what these vile people were doing to her. She would have to chance it. Abruptly she began screaming at the top of her lungs until Dominique dealt her savage open-handed slap across her right cheek.
"No one can hear you here, my dear," said Carter in a leisurely drawl as he lit up a cigarette. "The house is soundproofed from top to bottom. And your mother doesn't expect you back until Monday morning.
Why don't you just relax and swim with it. It's going to get you eventually, you know." He passed the marijuana cigarette over and forced it through her lips. She began to cough, then something inside of her instinctively began to puff smoothly on the noxious weed. Almost immediately a warmish, relaxed feeling entered her upper thighs and seemed to spread upward from there.
Her tight little vagina received another cruel thrust of Carter's finger, causing her to wince and cry out. "No one can hear you, little blondie," gloated Carter. "Looks like we'll just have to pull on those gorgeous big tits of yours until you come around."
And in a sense he was right in his prediction that she would "come around." For by now Dominique and the fat man had been sucking and squeezing her breasts for so long that they felt like fruit so ripe that it was just bursting to be picked. The tiny red tips had blossomed out into high, tough buds that tingled frantically with each electric lick of the talented tongues.
Carter laughed at her discomfiture and pushed the entire wedge of his fingers joined together into the little hair-lined opening of her squirming young pussy until they came in contact with the wetly heated walls of her vagina. Then his fingers narrowed and bunched, gently running in and out of her. Ellen blushed furiously with shame at the marvelous feelings swirling in her awakening young cunt from this expert ministration. It was obscene for her to enjoy it so much she knew, but she couldn't help herself. Even the humiliation was an aspect which seemed to heighten the wonderful urgings in her belly. His fingers circled around up inside her pussy unhindered by resistance and increasing her lubrication by the second.
By now deeply pleasurable shocks were shooting through the frayed nerve endings of her hotly aroused body as her inner thighs became flooded with the same clear honeyish liquid covering his fingers and hand. Her firm-fleshed buttocks ground backward into the mattress, struggling to quench the lewdly searing flame which was now consuming morals, mind and reason. But the fire continued to rage, and she found herself moaning with deep felt pleasure despite her best will.
Carter snickered and played cruelly on by placing his thumbs on her moistly quivering pussy lips and pulled the heated layers of vaginal flesh slowly apart. Ellen breathed heavily, striving with everything in her to recapture some of her fast ebbing moral strength.
And then she gave way.
The enslaved blonde thirteen year old groaned in defeat and acknowledgment of her lewd desire, as exquisite tinglings reverberated through the rising bud of her clitoris and upward into the nipples of her throbbing breasts, her straining thighs relaxing loosely in a wash of pure pleasure. Her saliva-glistening breasts rose and fell tremulously under the fingers that were twisting and turning them and the mouths sucking on them.
Carter pushed her unresisting thighs wide with the rough palms of his hands and gestured once to Handsome. The well-trained dog eagerly got up off his haunches and came over immediately…