Midnight got free first. His cock jerked back from Christine's lips and was swallowed by the furry sheath. He twisted and writhed on his back a little longer, and then he managed to get to his feet.
He cocked his ears and looked at what Logan was doing to Robin. He went over to them, sticking his nose into Robin's screaming face.
"Ahhhhh, stop! You're killing my ass, you Goddamn bastard!" she bawled. "Midnight – help!"
He cocked his head again. He looked from Robin to Logan, trying to puzzle it out. Logan was supposed to be a nice guy, a friend. But there was no doubt he was hurting Robin right now. They weren't playing. This wasn't the time to bounce around and bark and join in.
Midnight lowered his head. His tail went still and straight. His lips curled back from his fangs, and his flews rattled as he let out a tentative growl.
"Get him! Midnight, get him!" Robin cried harshly.
Midnight growled again, more menacingly this time.
"Easy, boy," Logan said, his voice astonishingly soothing. Then he gasped softly and moaned. "Ohhhhh, God, what a tight, sweet asshole! Baby, if you keep clenching your butt-cheeks together like that, I'm gonna fill your butt with sperm! Ahhhh, Christ – there! It's all the way in! Shit, I can feel your cheeks flatten under my belly! Suck it deeper, you hot little cunt!"
"Ahhhhhgh! Ohhhhh!" Robin cried, twisting and thrashing under the murderous onslaught of his big prick.
She gasped again and again. She wished he weren't raping her. It was a wild sensation to have a hard prick up your ass. It might even feel good if you were hot enough to want to fuck.
But it didn't feel any good when you were being raped. It hurt like hell!
She couldn't keep her ass still. The itching pain was unbearable. His prick wasn't wet enough. It burned. The length and thickness of it made her feel uncomfortably stuffed.
But there was no way he could have made her like it. Not this time. Not ever again. Not his cock.
She'd reached a point. She knew it now. She'd had an inkling of it this afternoon. She'd chastised her mother about it just a little while ago.
Now, she felt it.
There was more to fucking than just a hard cock. There was the man behind it, too.
And Logan Gorman wasn't the right man.
"Midnight – get him!" she cried again.
Midnight tried another growl. This was the screwiest game he'd ever played. He simply didn't know what to make of it. He was ready to go off and lie down and think it over a little while.
But then Robin's asshole spasmed around Logan's imbedded cock. Logan groaned in the back of his throat, making an animal sound. His prick swelled in the depths of her young ass.
It bucked and shuddered. He bore down against her butt and let his cock explode violently.
"Aaarrrgh!" he growled.
His prick spewed sperm into Robin's virginal ass. Everything went slippery. His prick slid back and forth, fucking her slick, rubbery asshole with the jerking of his hips.
He growled again. Midnight growled back, the hackles rising on the back of his neck. That wasn't a playful sound. He barked deafeningly and came towards Logan, his fangs glinting and bared.
"Ohhhhh!" Robin cried shudderingly, feeling the wetness flood into her ass like a hot enema. "Mommy! Mommy, I'm… I can't help… ohhhhhh, damn, damn!"
"Oh, Robin, it's all right, darling! It doesn't mean anything! Not any more, Robin! Not since you've told me the truth and made me see him – really see him! Come, Robin! I know what it's like, darling! I know you can't help it!"
"Ahhhhhhgh!" she cried, her young body shuddering and pulsing, her violated asshole squeezing spastically around the stuffing, spurting, raping prick.
That was all it took for Midnight. That final throaty yell from his mistress. He lunged forward, growling and barking and snapping his jaws.
He caught Logan's arm between his teeth. He bit down. Logan bellowed at the top of his lungs. His fist balled and swung through the air. He clubbed the side of Midnight's head with it, making the dog yelp with pain and let go and back away.
But now Christine was free. She scrambled away and spun around. She watched her daughter writhe with orgasm and pain as her young ass tried to shit out the big prick inside it.
She was aware of the thumping of feet running down the hall only after the door banged open. Then she looked up and saw two men standing there, staring with shock. One of them was Pete.
"My God, Dad! He's raping her ass!" Pete cried.
"Hey!" Thorne shouted, charging into the room.
Christine stared. She felt ready to bawl with relief. She didn't know why they were there. She didn't care. She didn't even care that she was stark naked and had sperm glistening on her chin on her first meeting with Pete's father.
"What the fuck!" Logan blurted, jerking his head around.
Thorne Bast looked something like his son. Older, of course. And a little bigger and heavier. Tanned. Quite fit, with an athletic agility to his menacing stride across the room.
Christine was appalled that she would notice his looks at such a moment. But she did. And she liked them.
He was quite handsome. He should be, being Pete's father, since Pete was a good-looking boy. His hair was darker than Pete's, where it wasn't partially sun-bleached from the time he spent combing the shore for his driftwood.
She could see something else, too. She could see that Robin had been telling the truth about him. He wasn't a peasant-type fisherman. Not at all. He was a man outraged by the violence he saw and heard.
Christine wasn't even sure he saw her. His gaze was fixed with purposeful intensity on Logan. He seemed totally unafraid.
Logan saw him coming. He tried to pull his cock from Robin's tightly gripping asshole. He couldn't get free. He lifted her half from the bed in his effort to, making her dangle from his prick.
He lifted his bloody arm to ward off the blow Thorne launched. It was like two bulls clashing. The fist slid down Logan's arm and thudded into the side of his head.
Logan bellowed and hooked his right fist into Thorne's head, still jerking his hips backwards in an effort to free his cock from her clenched shitter. Robin squalled with pain.
Pete came in from the other side. He got an elbow in his gut that doubled him over and made him wheeze breathlessly.
Midnight got back into the fray. He didn't know who the strange man was, but he knew Pete. And he sure wasn't feeling very friendly toward Logan any more – not after that wallop on the head.
With a quiet, businesslike snarl, he clamped his jaws down around Logan's other arm and clung to it. Logan yowled again and gave a mighty heave, ripping his cock from Robin's asshole.
He spun to meet Thorne again, pulling Midnight around with him, seeming oblivious to the pain the fangs must have been giving his arm.
"You've had it this time, Grunwald," Thorne said levelly, circling towards the dog-encumbered arm.
"Not yet, Bast," Logan growled. "You didn't get me last time, and you won't this time, either."
"I've been looking for you for a long time, you sick creep."
"Grunwald?" Christine uttered, staring from one to the other of them. "No, it's Gorman, Mr. Bast. Logan Gorman."
"Larry Grunwald, Mrs. Eglund. A crook and a creep from way back. I only wish I'd known earlier, and I would have spared you from his kind of sickness with women."
Logan curled his lip back and laughed with an evil, braying sound. "Sally sends you her love, Bast," he cackled. "Last time I saw her, she was on her way to Barbados with two buck niggers and a Great Dane. They damn near didn't let her on the boat. Can you picture it, Bast? The four of them?" He laughed wildly again.
"Mom?" Pete wheezed with agony. "Dad, is he talking about Mom?"
"You rotten…" Thorne grated.
He charged. He bowled into Logan full force, his big fist smacking into Logan's hard stomach with enough force to stun him this time.