"Cum! CUM!" Lydia cried squeezing him desperately. She wanted to stuff him inside her, to destroy him with her own omnipotent sexuality as she felt the first powerful spasm of orgasm make her pussy wink shut with heat. She threw back her head, hitting it hard against the hard ground behind her. Her neck strained. The veins in her forehead stood out and throbbed while her legs kicked up and out from the power of her cuntal explosion.
The screaming woman's reaction was enough to drive the big Setter off the edge. While Lydia broke out into a series of hoarse, choked cries, the big dog's body trembled. Then he became strangely still. His tail stood up and shook slightly as his cock began trembling and shooting in a long, powerful stream of bleachy doggie spunk. The blonde whimpered, turning her head away as the animal's big ass shook from the power of his climax. He squatted down again and again. Long choking gasps escaped from his own mouth as he screwed and drilled his prong into her waiting cunt.
"Ohhhh! Oh!" Lydia cried, her mind shattering as she felt the animal's thick cum oozing down her tight little asscrack and seeping into her bunghole. The big Setter kept hammering his dick in and out until the final spasm rolled along the full length of his dick. Satisfied, he pulled his cock from Lydia's trembling pussy with a loud, wet sucking sound, trotted shakily over to the far corner of the garden and sat down. Lydia's legs fell limply to the ground, her pussy still glowing red hot after the savage pounding it had received. She covered her face with her hands, feeling the shame and degradation she had just been subjected to. To have performed disgracefully like this, with a dog, and in front of these savage men! Would there ever be a time when she would be able to look at herself in the mirror? Now the woman realized why no one would testify before a court as to what had happened to them in the compound. Who would be willing to stand in front of a group of straight-faced jurors and confess this sort of humiliation? Who would believe them?
And if they did believe the incident, who would believe they were unwilling participants? No, she could never turn in these monsters, no matter how she felt about them.
"Feel good, baby?" Doug asked with a sneer. He was standing with his thumbs hooked around his front belt loops.
"That doggie jizz packed down there good?" Rick asked leeringly.
"Hey, is that other girl tied up good in the barn?" Doug asked, turning to Jack who seemed be drifting in a world of his own.
"I'll check. I tied her like a pig," the shoemaker said, laughing with the others as he turned to go. Lydia meanwhile was shaking herself free of the spell that had gripped her so long. She felt a throbbing, pulsing ache in her cunny. It had been kept at such a high state of tension and excitement for so long it ached now that it was slackening and relaxing. Now she realized once more the awful situation.
She and Tina were prisoners in this compound at least until morning. It was still only early evening. God only knows what these men could do to them before then.
Keeping an eye on the two men as they were discussing Tina's fate, Lydia sat up. So far so good. No one noticed her. Slowly she moved her legs inward, trying to ignore the wet feeling between them. With every movement she made, more doggie jizz leaked out of her snatch and wet her inner thighs.
Carefully Lydia tucked her feet under her naked dirt-smeared thighs, leaning forward and putting her arms forward for balance. She looked around her. The men were still talking with their backs to her. The dog was curled up in the corner, licking his soft cock with his long pink tongue lazily. If she could make it to the main path, it was a short hop into the cornfield across the road.
Once in the cornfield Lydia knew she would have a chance of escaping, to get help or maybe get Tom. Get someone to get them out of this terrible nightmare. Looking around her for the last time Lydia sucked in a deep breath. Then she sprang up, ignoring the sharp pain in her injured ankle as she bolted around the garden and started running down the sloping path, past the house toward the main road. She had nearly reached the road when the men realized what had happened.
They stared blankly at the fleeing figure for several seconds, disbelieving what had happened in front of their eyes. The blonde's long hair streamed out behind her, glowing in the silver moonlight. Her thunderous titties bounced, jiggled and slapped against one another while Lydia ran for her life.
"Oh!" Lydia cried out as the injured ankle threatened to fail under her. It couldn't. She knew she had the advantage now. Peering briefly over her shoulder she could see the three men standing in a little group near the far edge of the steeply sloping garden next to the main house. She was almost to the path now, and the cornfield lay only a few feet in front of her. The tall, thick stalks promised a respite from her terrors.
"Get her!" she heard Rick shout from behind her. Lydia jerked her head around and ran with a burst of speed, ignoring the sharp stones cutting into the bare soles of her feet. Her fleshy buttocks trembled and bounced. Her nostrils flared like a hunted animal's as she reached the far end of the cornfield and plunged blindly into the thick growth. The sharp leaves of the corn plants cut into her flesh she brushed them aside. If only she could lose herself in this field!
"Ohhhfff!" Lydia cried, her right foot hooking around the thick base of a corn plant and sending her pitching forward into the dirt. She scrambled quickly to her feet, running deeper into the field. The wet, warm smell of damp earth assailed her nose as the night sounds drummed into her ears. There was a stream at the other end of the field. Then a clear area leading to the woods separating the compound from the highway. If only she reach it! Behind her the shouts of the men let the blonde know they had reached the far edge of field.
"Oh God!" Lydia cried as she plunged deeper into the corn.
CHAPTER EIGHT
"Try over that way and Doug, you take the left flank and I'll go in through the center," Rick ordered, knocking the plants roughly to the side as they plunged helter-skelter into the cornfield.
At the other end Lydia was reaching the stream. She could hear the peaceful babbling of the small brook that ringed the Sturbridge Village compound. The brook ran through the make-shift sawmill near the parking lot and finally into the surrounding rolling hills. The air grew damp and pungent-smelling. If only…
"There she is!" Rick shouted.
"Oh God!" Lydia cried, shrinking back toward the stream. They'd spotted her. Her heart skipped a beat as she turned and ran toward the stream. Behind her she could hear the sounds of corn plants being ripped aside and trampled.
"Don't let her get near the stream!" someone shouted loudly.
Lydia managed to reach the end of the cornfield. To the right was a small, wooden, plank bridge leading across the tiny brook in front of her. At that point Lydia saw Doug crossing the bridge stopping in the middle of it and looking around. Lydia backed quickly into the darkness of the field, dropping to her knees and biting her fingers to keep from screaming in excitement and terror.
"Too bad, baby," she heard from behind. Before she could stand the blonde woman felt a rough hand on her shoulders. Another hand slipped under her arms and jerked her up. "That was a dumb move. You and your friend aren't going to get away from here 'til we let you," Rick said, turning her around and gripping her tightly by the shoulders. He shook her back and forth violently.
Her head snapped so hard she thought he was going to break her neck.
"S-stop!" Lydia begged, tears of frustration and defeat welling up in her eyes.
"Fuckin' bitch," Rick mumbled, stopping his brutal thrashing and grabbing her tightly by the wrist. "More trouble than you're probably worth," he mumbled, dragging her back to the main house.