But neither the Setter nor Lydia seemed to pay much attention to them. The big animal squatting on its haunches, occasionally readjusting its position and revealing a long, bony-hard cock leaking a steady stream of bleachy doggie jizz. His big body trembled with excitement, his sides sinking in, then billowing out faster and faster as his lapping concentrated on Lydia's exploding clitty.
"Ohhh, it's soooo good," the blonde groaned, reaching out and locking her hands around animal's handsome head. She pushed it down and forward, burying the Setter's snout into her cumming pussy. She could feel his razor sharp teeth scraping against her slick walls, threatening to tear the tender pussy lining in an instant. Yet the thought of that possibility excited Lydia even more.
She wanted to be completely possessed by this animal, annihilated by him. Her cries matched those of the dog as she jerked her knees up completely, raising them almost to her swollen, jiggling titties then pulling them into her to keep the Setter in place. She felt her pussy open up completely to the animal. She dragged him forward, grunting and moaning when she felt what she guessed was the dog's cock against her right buttock.
"Cum, cum, cum," she moaned again and again. She wriggled her ass back and forth, the weight of her buttocks adding to the sensations driven to a wild plain of excitement by the Setter's continued licking. She felt a hot dampness under each nipple and over the tops of her feet. The slick clicking of the folds of her squishy, dark pigmented pussy-flesh rubbing against one another and against the Setter's tongue filled her ears like thunder. Then the throes of orgasm cut through her like a bolt of lightning.
"Fuck! Oh noooo!" she gasped, digging her fingernails into the Setter's skull. Thrilling spasms of lust rocked her body. She rolled on her side, taking the barking, growling dog with her as she gripped him like a human lover. The fire stormed through her pussy, up her thighs and into her belly as she bucked and thrashed her way through her climax.
Finally her knees gave way and she sank slowly onto the dirt, her chest heaving up and down as she gasped in lungfuls of air. Her hands slipped off the dog's head and fell limply onto the dirt beside her. She felt drained, humiliated, degraded. To think she had allowed herself to be carried away in this humiliating way before these men – and with what?
A dog, a Goddamned dog, something she would never have even thought of in her most perverted of fantasies. Stripped naked and forced to perform this way in front of these bestial perverts! Where would it end?
"Miss High Class didn't seem to mind a little pussy lickin' from the dog here, did she?" Rick jeered, compressing his lips tightly together in a nasty smile of contempt as he looked down at her. The others laughed softly. Doug and Jack were at his side, making the comment that the Setter still had a hard-on.
"She'll take care of that later. Looks like she needs a little more stimulation," Rick said, reaching down and gripping a handful of Lydia's golden hair. The young history student was still floating in a world of her own, feeling the comforting glow of sexual satisfaction settle over every square inch of her lithe body. She drove the thought from her mind that an animal had been responsible for her sexual satisfaction. She thought as she did before – it was a mouth, a lovely, wonderful, experienced mouth that had brought her off so powerfully and so completely. She felt her pussy slackening, relaxing from the tensions that had screwed it up so tightly. And yet there was something missing in her satisfaction. There was still a kind of emptiness Lydia felt in her snatch. If only she had a cock. And then the idea that she was actually thinking those thoughts shocked her. Why was she concentrating on pricks, cocks, balls? At that moment Rick yanked her head up, driving her quickly from the world of contemplation back to reality.
"Ohhhh!" Lydia cried, jerking her hands up and flailing at the rude hands pulling her hair from its roots. She tucked her feet rapidly under her thighs and stood up, remembering her injured ankle only at the last minute. She cried out more loudly than before, startling the dog into scampering some ten feet away and barking angrily at her.
Rick let her hair go, taking her by the wrist and leading her down the steep descending path to the main farmhouse. The sharp loose stones in the path cut into the tender naked soles of her flesh as they moved quickly along. Behind the two of them strolled Jack and Doug with the Setter scampering behind.
Lydia felt a strange kind of terror mixed with exhilaration as they moved down the walk toward the large, one-story wooden house. Her titties jiggled teasingly together, the nipples growing alternately soft and hard depending on what the blonde was thinking of at the moment. There was an odd feeling of dangerous adventure exciting her as well as making her heart pound with terror.
"Inside," Rick said, pulling Lydia up the two steps to the small porch. He shoved her into the darkened interior. The blonde stumbled forward then caught her balance as Doug and Jack followed. Someone had turned on a small electric light that hung from the ceiling.
She was a little surprised at this modern convenience in an otherwise authentic old building. The furniture was simple – low-backed wooden chairs surrounding a rough-hewn table in the middle of the room, a few cabinets, and a large stone fireplace in the far corner. They were in what she guessed was a combination dining room and kitchen.
Not saying a word Lydia moved behind the table and watched Rick and the others like a hunted cat. She could tell the big fat man was like a predatory animal with the scent of blood in its nostrils, seeking out the kill. While she was at his mercy, Lydia realized she would never know how far he would go for his particular kind of satisfaction.
"On the table," Rick said, nodding at the rough surface in front of her. Knowing by now not disobey him, the blonde obediently draped her body across the table.
"Hold her down," Rick said to Doug and Jack. Lydia couldn't understand what was going happen. Was he going to fuck her in the ass? Force her to give him a blow job? As Jack gripped her ankles tightly and painfully and Doug her wrists, Lydia felt her big jugs press hard against the splintered surface of the tabletop.
The scratchy sensation was exciting her, as well as her obvious helpless condition. She could feel a small draft blowing lightly over her rounded, upturned buttocks. The breeze was tickling her exposed crack, blowing softly against a few stray blonde cunt-hairs growing backward from her pussy. Imagining how she must look gave an additional thrill to her.
Lydia heard the sound of something rubbing across cloth. It almost sounded as if someone were undressing behind her. Then there came a rushing, whistling sound.
In a second something cracked sharply across her buttocks. A flash of white-hot heat seared her ass-flesh, making her body jerk like a speared fish. At the same time Lydia felt her pussy stir in response. It wasn't unlike the ass-fucking she had received earlier from Tom. The painful heat was actually a stimulus to her frazzled pussy, revitalizing it to throbbing action.
Again and again Rick's open-holed leather belt cut across Lydia's firm, rounded asscheeks. She cried out again and again, her face once more becoming pinched and red, her mouth pulled tightly across her face like a scar. Her shoulders worked against the table, tensing for the next series of blows as Rick stopped for a moment then resumed his senseless beating.
"Uhh, uhh, uhhh, arrrrhh!" the blonde shrieked, her legs pulling hard against Jack's hands. She couldn't even feel the pain raking her injured ankle as she tried to jerk free of the tight hold and escape the blinding pain in her ass. Her body convulsed as the punishing blows rained down on her reddening ass.
"Stop, please, p-p-please!" she stammered.
Tears blurred Lydia's vision as her shrieks finally died down to anguished moans in her dry throat. The belt continued streaking and welting her buttocks. Lydia felt the agonizing heat glowing over her buttocks, spreading across her belly, flushing down to her pussy. She slid across the table top, feeling her stiffened nipples digging into the uneven, rough wood while her fleshy, swollen outer cunt-lips peeled open from the friction and pressure against the tabletop, exposing the sensitive inner folds and hollows of her pussy.