In the early afternoon, Terry had left the cabin after exchanging a few frosty words with Estancia. She didn't like the way the little game had turned out.
There wasn't anything she could do, but she let it be known she wanted no part of it.
After she'd gone, Estancia had flown into a rage. She had been so preoccupied with getting fucked by Carlos with his big prick that she hadn't noticed Terry so skillfully eating Sally's cunt and soothing her.
Not that it was that important. But it wasn't in keeping with Estancia's revenge that Sally be given that kind of pleasure. Real, unalloyed pleasure with no strings attached.
After shrieking curses at her accomplices and giving Sally a stunning slap across the face, the dark-haired beauty stormed out of the cabin. A car door slammed violently. The engine of her Corvette roared into life. With an angry snarl and another pebble-scattering spin of the tires, the car shot off down the dirt road. It growled around the corner and the sound faded into distant silence.
Before leaving, Estancia had ordered the men to get some food into the prisoner so her strength would be up for that night. Estancia had big plans for Sally.
Rough hands had dragged Sally off the bed. Her hands were untied, but her ankles were tied with a piece of rope knotted around each, giving her just enough play so she could walk. From the way Fred grinned and slobbered over himself while tying her, the girl gathered it wasn't so much they believed she'd make a break for it – where would she go? – as to humiliate her that they hobbled her.
She was led into the kitchen and an apron was tied around her naked loins. It was embroidered with flowers and the words Something's Cooking. Fred and Carlos seemed to find it amusing.
While the two men sat at a table drinking beer, Sally listlessly cooked hamburgers for the three of them. Wild plans ran through her mind. She looked through the cabinets as much as she could without arousing suspicion, in hopes of finding roach power or something else she could dust the men's burgers with.
No luck. Even all the knives had been taken from the drawers.
Then again, she could probably spin and get one in the face with a pan full of boiling grease. But what the other one would do to her in revenge – and Estancia be damned – made her skin crawl even to think about.
"That's one hell of an ass the little slut's got," opined Fred, taking a swig from his Budweiser. "I think it looks real fine with that decoration. Kind of a checkerboard pattern, ain't it. Red and white." Fred took another hearty slug of beer, snorting at his own wit.
"I dunno, man," Carlos said, emptying his beer can and crumpling it effortlessly. "It's one fucking cute ass, and I'd really love to get my big old prick shoved up her asshole till there wasn't no more to give her, but-"
"Shit man, go right on ahead," Fred said generously.
With a pop, Carlos opened another beer. He shook his head. "No thanks," he said. "Didn't you hear Estancia? She's got something fancy planned for tonight.
She'll be much pissed if we don't save all our energy. And, shit, I'd just as soon save up for the party myself. Anyway, I kind of like her little butt the way it was – all soft and round, kind of a shiny, uh, well, ass-color."
Sally's cheeks burned red as they guffawed. Her knuckles whitened as her fist clenched on the handle of the spatula she was holding. The burgers sizzled in the pan, spitting and crackling. She made herself fight down the wail of despair rising in her throat. One fat tear appeared under a pain-filled blue eye, rolled down her cheek and dropped into the frying pan. It disappeared with a hiss.
Something popped loudly. A hot droplet of grease shot from the pan and spattered the tender inside of her right tit. She shrieked and leapt back, the tears coming freely now.
Both men started out of their chairs. They stopped when they realized what was happening, and Fred tittered. Crying, Sally dabbed at the little burn with the hem of the apron. Exposed, her pussy fur glinted yellow in the afternoon light.
Then she took the apron in both hands and buried her face in it, her small body shaking with her sobs. Carlos sat down heavily, but Fred straightened up. "Hey there, girlie," the big man said. "You better just get back to cooking. And God help you if you gone and burned them burgers. Your ass looks like you sat on a hot waffle iron as it is. What do you think it'll look like after I paddle it with that hot old skillet, huh?"
Sally gasped. Carlos spoke sharply, "Hey man, cool it. Estancia'd skin your prick with a can opener if you did a shithead thing like that. She wants the girl all pretty for tonight, not burned half to death."
"I was just joking," Fred said with a forced laugh. He sat down. The wooden chair creaked under his weight.
Wordlessly, eyes wet, Sally served up the hamburgers. She turned away without putting anything on the third plate on the table. "Hey there, honey," Fred said, pushing an empty chair out with his foot. "You sit down and eat your lunch. You want to have your strength to play with Stancia tonight, don't you?"
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?"
At the smell of Sally's tender cunt, the big dog began to get the idea. Tail wagging, he started slurping at the girl's slash.
The long pink tongue was cold and slimy on Sally's cunt. It rasped over the curly hairs and back to flick clammily at her asshole. Estancia released the shaggy head. The giant hound stayed in place now, head bent and thrust eagerly between Sally's thighs.
Sally felt him sniffing her sex again with his loathsome cold nose. Long-nailed hands stroked over her ass, sharp-pointed fingers spread the lips of her twat wide to give the dog better access. Sally began shivering uncontrollably. She was going to be fucked by the dog, and there was nothing she could do about it.
Though her stomach was churning with nausea, her naked pussy began to respond as the dog's tongue licked feverishly into its depths. Her trembling seemed to excite Conann, and the smell and flavor of her flowing cunt sauce caused him to vibrate with hominess.
Estancia let go of Sally's pussy lips. The blonde felt the two men tighten their grips on her, holding her up. "Come on, boy," she heard Estancia say.
"The bitch is wet and waiting. Get your big old cock right up her pussy. Come on, boy!"
Breathing heavily, Estancia began lifting the dog's shoulders to get him to mount Sally's vulnerable ass. Strong as she was, the Chicana found she couldn't budge the. animal's weight. However, her tugging did give King Conann the idea.
He hunched his mighty shoulders, put one paw up on Sally's butt. His black claws dug deeply into the soft skin of the ass globe.
Sally gasped at the tearing pain. The dog seemed to be pulling himself up by the skin of her ass. The beast gave a surge, and the captive shrieked as a crushing weight came down on the small of her back. The wolfhound started pumping furiously. His thick forelegs were around Sally's slim waist. His wiry chin was pressed against her back, and he drooled onto her spine.
Sally thrashed wildly, trying to escape. She could feel a cold wetness prodding at her butt and the tops of her thighs, furiously. The dog's cock hadn't found its target yet. Hysterically, the girl churned and thrashed, trying to keep the stabbing dog cock away from her cunt.
The dog tightened his grip on her waist. He was almost strong enough to hold her still. Estancia barked a command at her helpers, then knelt down beside Sally's rump.
The brunette's dark hair spilled onto the floorboards as she knelt and peered under Sally's belly. Estancia reached back between Sally's thighs and slipped her fingers into the girl's pussy. Sally stiffened, thinking the jabbing prick had found its target. But then she felt the cock jabbing determinedly at her ass, and relaxed.
With her other hand Estancia reached and roped. She felt the stiff harsh hairs of the dog's pounding crotch. Then she felt the slipperiness of the dog's cock.
While the fingers of her other hand splayed open Sally's cunt, she guided the throbbing prick home.
The dog's prick bucked and jumped as it slid between Estancia's fingers. It fucked into the pussy once, slipped out, then stuck back in. As he felt the warm pussy close around his prick, Conann hunched himself forward.
Estancia pulled her hands out of the way. Her fingers were wet from the dog's licking and Sally's dripping cunt.
For one shocked moment, Sally's mind refused to accept what was happening. Had it been so short a time ago that she was horrified at being raped by her father? That seemed heavenly by comparison to this!
Then the reality hit her The force of the dog's tucking was stunning, and her whole body rocked to the impact of the hairy crotch. Inside her, the dog's cock felt small and hot. Her asscheeks, back, and sides were being rubbed raw by the dog's coarse hair.
Screams rose in Sally's throat, broke free. Helplessly she pounded the wooden floor with open palms, tossing her head madly from side to side. That was all the movement allowed her by the constraining grips of men and dog.
Worse than anything, the rasping fur, the slimy drool, the vile and forbidden invasion of her pussy by the dog's pulsing prick, was the fact that again Sally's body was betraying her. She could not have felt less turned on, it seemed. But that was in her mind.
The fact was, she had never In her brief career of tucking felt anything to equal the driving power of the hound. His cock was small but he tucked it in and out of her incredibly fast. The friction on her swelling cit was overcoming her nausea and resistance.
The wet, elastic walls of Sally's cunt began to close welcomingly around the throbbing length of prick. In spite of clenching her teeth and willing herself not to respond, her padded hips began to roll to the frantic rhythm of the animal's screwing.
The dog's breath was hot and dry on the girl's back. His eyes rolled. As she began to move her hips, he suddenly redoubled his efforts.
With a scream Sally dropped to her elbows. It was like being tucked by a piston. It was like nothing she had ever imagined! There was no more thought of resistance, no more sick revulsion. Sally was shaking, no longer from fear, but in the electric grasp of incredible, unholy lust!
Carlos fell back with a cry, thinking the girl was having some kind of fit. At the same moment Fred let go of her, eyes wide. Estancia started to scream at them, then stopped.
The blonde girl was making no move to escape. Her yellow hair was flying as she tossed her head. Every muscle seemed clenched as she drove her pussy back and forth with a jackhammer motion, fucking the hell out of the dog's cock.
Froth escaped from the dog's mouth. His hairy hindquarters were a blur as they pumped his prick into the steaming pussy. Lewd slurping sounds filled the room, along with the dog's huffing and Sally's breath like a runaway locomotive.
Unbelievable sensations filled Sally's body and soul. Fire ants crawled in her veins, and every nerve tingled. She was no longer herself. She was a greedy, grasping cunt, soaking up every ounce of fucking energy the mighty masculine beast was driving into her.
In – out – in – out. For what seemed forever the dog and the girl pulsed together and apart, becoming one in their fucking. It seemed impossible that girl or beast could keep up such a killing frenzy.
The dog grunted. Impossibly, he fucked the seething cunt still faster as he came.
As the first spurt of liquid fire seared her pussy walls, Sally began to scream with uncontrollable, wordless passion. Climax after climax rocked her, shook her like a rag doll. White fingers clawed the unyielding floor, blonde hair lashed around her shoulder like a myriad of tiny whips, her lovely face screwed up into a grimace of total ecstasy.
The coming cunt sucked the dog dick with incredible pressure. Conann fucked the girl's pussy with all his magnificent force until no more come was left in his hairy ball sac. Then, unable to stop himself, he fucked her for another solid minute as she shrieked and came and came and came.
Finally the dog dropped from Sally's bucking, nude hindquarters, his still-stiff cock coming out with a sucking sound. His come dribbled onto the floor. He walked over to a corner, and began to lick himself. He seemed to savor the rich taste of Sally's cunt.
Sally stayed on knees and elbows, quivering with reaction. For a long instant she floated on a crest of ecstasy. Then, suddenly, it left her, and she collapsed bonelessly on the floor.
"Whoooo-eeeee," said Fred, running his finger around inside his collar.
"A la chingada," Carlos muttered prayerfully.
"That got me so hot, I'm gonna walk cross-legged for a week!" Fred announced.
Estancia said nothing, staring hot-eyed at the crumpled form of the blonde girl. The Chicana could feel the tides of passion ebbing out of the prisoner.
She was spent, exhausted. The long golden hair lay lank.
"She liked it," breathed Estancia. "Jesu Cristo, the puta got off on tucking the dog!" Unconsciously she began to finger her giant tits.
"I was right about you, blondie!" Estancia cried.
"You are just a nasty bitch-slut. That dog tucking you was just what you needed. Now you know what you are, gringa. You're just a dirty animal!" Her voice rose in a hysteric shriek of triumph.
On the floor, Sally's body was cracked by convulsions. The euphoria of coming was gone, and the disgust had hit her. She made a gobbling noise and threw up on the floor.