The blonde teenager wondered if he were going to pounce on her and tear out her throat! Maybe the men enjoyed that sort of thing. Vickie had heard about people in Los Angeles who made "snuff flicks", movies where women were actually killed on the screen while the audience watched with pleasure.
"Oh!"
The dog was whistling through its nose, then gave out a loud bark. Vickie shivered. Ranger started for her, making a muted growling noise in his throat. He darted forward, shoving his nose between her legs.
"No…"
Vickie slapped downward, screaming while backing away from the big dog. She turned and started running for the main stairway. But the dog was fast, catching up to her in a second and sliding his nose up between her moving thighs. She could feel something cold and wet bump against the underside of her cuntal mound.
"Oh, oh, God, no, no!" she cried again, holding desperately on to the bannister and kicking back with one leg. Her blonde hair curtained her face as she twisted and kicked back again and again. She could hear the animal barking nervously, trotting around, trying to get a better shot at her pussy. But Vickie held on to the bannister, pressing her wet twat against the wood. Behind her she could also hear the young men laughing and encouraging the animal.
"Bite her, man!"
Vickie was afraid the animal would obey that command. Crying out, she let go of the bannister and ran back toward the sofa. Tears streaked her cheeks as her buttocks and belly jiggled. A pulse leaped at her throat. She could feel something warm and furry between her moving legs. It was Ranger, trying to get at her pussy. She felt his hot breath oh the inner surfaces of her thighs. Sobbing with frustration and terror, Vickie slapped down again, pitching forward and nearly falling on her face.
"He smells you, man, he likes the smell," Paul said, finishing another beer and tossing the can into the growing pile.
This was awful! She had to get away, behind the sofa, somewhere where she could collect her thoughts. The young woman knew she couldn't blame the dog. He could smell her pussy, could sense she was still sexually excited even after that rape. If only there were some way she could calm him down, make him uninterested in her pussy.
Vickie felt she could take any other kind of sexual abuse. But making it with this German shepherd would be too much for her to accept.
"Ohhhh!"
Vickie had let the animal slip past her meager defenses. He was licking her now, licking the soft flesh behind each knee. Oh, God, the young woman couldn't suppress the growing hot feeling radiating up from that spot to her cunt. She didn't dare turn her face down to the animal. And then she felt the animal's pointed nose pressing against her cuntal mound, felt the folds of her pussy-meat being being moved around by the large shepherd's nose. And her cunt was responding! That was the awful, sickening thing Vickie had to deal with! In spite of her screaming and yelping she was turning on to the big animal. The blonde pushed away from the sofa and staggered back to the stairway. If only she could climb to the second floor and compose her thoughts, Vickie was certain she'd figure out a way to get rid of the dog.
"Horrible, horrible," she gasped as she felt the dog's rough tongue pass over her outer cunt-lips, then move down to her thighs. Her voice sounded so empty, so small in that large living room. She could smell herself now, smell the pungent cuntjuice she was certain the animal could whiff. Oh, God, how she hated those men for having brought her here to this dog.
"No, no, no!"
But her words sounded weak, without much meaning. Like the brutal rape before, this sex-scene was finding some part of Vickie's brain that was receptive. She felt the surface of Ranger's hot wet tongue graze one cunt-lip. The girl gasped from the unbelievable tickle and jerked her hands down to cover her wet twat. The big animal licked her fingers, nuzzling them with wild eagerness. Vickie gasped again, twisting around and looking wild-eyed at the laughing men. No, there would be no help coming from them. They wanted the animal to lick her off, to mount her if possible. Vickie turned back to the big animal, raising one hand threateningly high above her head.
Ranger jumped back, barking wildly at her. He moved in once more, pressing his tongue against her cunt-lips. She almost fell to her knees this time. The German shepherd growled low in his throat and braced his forepaws on the carpet. When Vickie was unprepared, the dog shoved up and forward, shoving his nose against her cunt-mound.
What was happening? What was she letting happen to her? Had she gone crazy? This was a dog… a damned dog! He was cornering her, forcing her… no, that wasn't right. Vickie could fed her body responding to this situation. Yes, she could have screamed down the walls, fought until the animal tore her body into shreds. Instead, she stood crouched in that living room, feeling a strange sexual fever settle over her cunt.
"Get away, bad dog, get away." The words were commanding but the voice behind them trembled with fear and lust. She ran back toward the men, then stumbled and fell sliding across the floor.
Ranger pounced, his paws braced on her thighs. Vickie screamed as the big animal nipped her ankle. He was going to attack her! Oh, God, they were all going to drink beer and watch the German shepherd kill her!
But no, the biting stopped. That was only a warning from Ranger, a sample of what he could do to her if she didn't cooperate. Vickie turned onto her back, clamping her thighs together as she beat at him. The big dog only ducked and growled, rolling his big brown eyes around in his head. It was as if he were laughing at her. The growling had softened… a warning growl, the suggestion of ferocity.
Vickie had to look away from his eyes and bared fangs. Ranger stopped his growling and began licking at her. He licked up around her belly, wetting her navel and the bottom of her rib cage. The soft warm fur against her upper thighs made her pussy tremble with forbidden delight. Her cunt ached from the savage pounding it had endured earlier. This gentle oral massage was soothing as well as exciting. If only it weren't this animal making her feel this way!
"No!"
Vickie closed her eyes and tried to concentrate only on the feeling. It was only one wet surface against another. Just a mouth, just a tongue… oh, God, only a few days ago the idea of either of those against her pussy would have made her blush. Now it was the only thought keeping her sane! For if she fully recognized the fact that she was being sexually assaulted by a German shepherd.
"Uhhhhhh!"
Ranger growled again and moved back. Vickie crawled out from under him and breathed a sigh of relief. This was a tiny victory. Maybe he was tired of this affair. The blonde teen looked in the direction of the college students. The young men were wrinkling up their foreheads and looking disappointed. That was a good sign. Maybe they recognized that the show was over.
Then the dog positioned himself between her knees again and started licking them.
"Oh, God, please, don't… ohhhhh!"
Vickie felt the despair of her situation crash down on her. The animal's tongue explored higher, leaving a silver trail of spittle on her lightly tanned flesh. Why was that feeling so wild, so devastating?
"Man, she's gettin' back into it," Paul said enthusiastically, settling down for the final round of Vickie's degradation.
The blonde was moving down toward the big dog now, pushing her hips forward. Ranger whimpered and moved his nose from side to side. He was touching her inner cunt-lips with his snout, forcing them wide apart.
Vickie heard the men laughing. Peering heavylidded, she realized what this must look like – her body split apart, a dark animal embracing her, his paws draped over her thighs while his powerful head was buried in the blonde jungle of her cunthairs.