"Got a cigarette Doug?" Rick asked after gazing several silent minutes at Lydia's motionless body.
"Sure," the other man said, wrinkling up his forehead in confusion as he fished out a pack of cigarettes from his right shirt pocket and handed it to Rick. The big fat man kept his eyes riveted to Lydia's peaceful face, tapping out one cigarette and putting it in his mouth. The big man inhaled the first puff of smoke deeply, blowing it out again into the girl's face.
Lydia coughed slightly, but still remained dazed and silent.
"This ought to wake her up," he said to Doug, taking the cigarette from his mouth and holding it only inches away from her belly. Lydia was aware of a not too pleasant warmth suddenly over her stomach that quickly grew to an intense heat. Her eyelids fluttered open just when the glowing tip of the cigarette touched her flesh. Lydia's body jerked heavily, futilely trying struggle away from the fierce, sharp agony. Her slender young body arched and heaved against dirt floor. She could feel particles of loose dirt working into her tight asscrack as she struggled against the biting agony of that burning cigarette against her flesh. Her nose was filled with the sharp, acrid odor of burning flesh as the ash grew across the reddening belly flesh. Her head arched back, digging into the floor as the cords stuck out in her throat. A strange gurgling, gagging shriek was ripped from her throat as she pleaded with them to stop this insane torture.
From the corner of her tear-blurred eyes she could see Rick laughing, then turning around to see the reactions of Doug and Jack. The other men were just as intrigued and amused with Lydia's predicament as he was.
"AIYEEEEEE!" she cried. She felt the muscles in her limbs stretch and contract painfully as her belly cramped and twisted. Lydia prayed for unconsciousness. And then as if in answer to her prayers Rick took the half-burned cigarette away from her belly, taking another drag on it before tossing it carelessly away.
"That's just a sample," he said, pushing his fat body up off Lydia's slender one and tucking his rigid prong back into his trousers. The blonde raised her hand and rubbed it across her lips. Her heart beat wildly as she moved her eyes from man to man, watching them stare at her like a piece of meat. Then she thought of Tina; of the way she'd found her, beaten, bruised, tied and tossed away in that foul way. Instinctively she moved her hand down to the burned place on her belly and rubbed it over the sore area.
"Let's give her a taste of what her friend got," Rick said, turning around and winking at Doug. Then turning back he reached down and slid both hands under Lydia's arms, jerking her up.
"Ohhh!" she cried, the pain in her ankle almost making her faint as the big man gripped her arm and pulled her roughly behind him toward the opened door.
"And tie that other one up. We can have fun with her later," Rick called back to Jack. Lydia heard Tina cry out, followed by the sounds several slaps and moans of submission as she was dragged stumbling and whimpering out into the open. The sky was a dull purple now. A low, fading light illuminated the area, barely outlining the various buildings and animals. The stars and moon were becoming more visible and bright as Lydia was hauled out, dragged to the garden, and finally let go. Reaching out, the young blonde gripped the top wooden bar of the fence.
She heard Doug call out from somewhere below. Turning her head she saw him walking from the main house back up to where she and Rick were standing. Next to him trotted a full-grown male Irish Setter, its long, hairy tail wagging slowly back and forth high in the air while its tongue hung limply out the side of its mouth. Rick said nothing but turned toward Lydia and smiled knowingly. His yellowed teeth made her want to vomit. But then another thought assailed her mind, making her forget about the physical repulsiveness of the big man next to her.
That dog! The suggestions made to her by them all! No, they weren't doing that to her! Impossible! That idea was just the product of her terrified imagination. Rape, maybe. Even torture, but this?
"She's so damned high and mighty about who she passes her pussy out to. Let's see what she thinks of dog dick."
Lydia cried out, her body stiffening as the last words came out. She turned and backed against the fence, the splinters digging into her naked flesh. The big dog trotted on ahead of Doug, sprinting up to Rick, then curling around his fat legs while wagging his tail ferociously and jumping up while barking excitedly.
"Your girlfriend didn't mind his cock after a while. You broads are all alike; pretending to be the reluctant virgin, then suckin' up all the cock that you can get," Rick said, spittle flecking his lips as he grew angrier.
"No, I'm not that kind, honest. Please let us go," Lydia pleaded, her eyes bugging out as she watched the big Setter prance around Rick's feet.
"Too bad. Then you won't enjoy him," Rick said sarcastically, bending down and stroking the sides of the handsome dog. Lydia felt her flesh crawl with horror and revulsion as she stared wide-eyed at the big-dicked animal.
"Okay, babe, turn around," Rick said after stroking the Setter's hindquarters sensuously with his hand.
"N-no," Lydia pleaded more than protested, raising her hands to her mouth and biting her fingertips. She pleaded again, her voice getting high and whining like that of a child's.
"I said down!" Rick said threateningly. At the same time Doug moved around behind her, put his hands on her shoulders and shoved down. Lydia was defeated and sinking helplessly to her knees while the big Setter barked at her excitedly. Even in the dim light she could see something long round and hard poking out from between his hind legs. She thought of the beautiful experience she had just had with Tom, and now of the horror she was going to be forced to submit to. The contrast made her cry out in anguish and shudder.
"Come on," Doug cried impatiently, pushing her back hard against the fence. Lydia sprawled out on the ground, her head striking the bottom wooden brace of the fence. Her ass rested squarely on the dirt while her back rose at an angle from the ground. Her legs were spread widely apart in front of her, exposing her snatch completely. The big Setter whined, his body shaking as he spotted the fat crack partially hidden by Lydia's thick forest of cuntal curls.
"Go get her, you cunt-licker," Rick whispered in the Irish Setter's ear. The dog seemed to understand what the fat man was talking about and took off for the semiconscious girl's snatch. Lydia felt and knew nothing up to this point. Her mind was a black blank until she felt something slide between her thighs and bump the underside of her cuntal mound. Fluttering her eyes open she moved her head down and realized the muscular dog was settling down between her widely splayed legs, his cold nose pushed against the bottom of her twat.
"No…" she cried, jerking awake and slapping her hand down. The big dog ducked, twisting his head around, then pushing it forward again until he was nudging her pussy-lips once more with his cold snout. Lydia felt a shudder of revulsion crawl up her spine. She was helpless. The men were standing over her, waiting for her to bolt so they could hit her, throw her to the ground and let the dog have her anyway. "Ohhh," Lydia cried as she felt his hot wet breath on the tender inner surfaces of her thighs. Strangely enough she felt giddy and a little weakened. What was it in her that made her react in that unspeakable way to the animal's touch? She had heard of women who had done things with animals. But people spoke about that in hushed voices. She'd often wondered how women could do such things.
And now here she was, sprawled naked in front of two savage men and a frenzied Irish Setter bent on doing God-knows-what to her cunny. And yet in spite of the terror and shrinking revulsion racing through her veins there was also a black excitement making her heart beat crazily.
The dog's nose pushed hotly against her cuntal mound again. She felt the soft cool surface of nostrils press the outer labes, forcing them apart. For an instant she felt the dog's furry snout rub against the sensitive membrane between her inner and outer labes before the Setter pulled back and turned his face up to hers for approval.