Fingers released his last bit of cum and slid weakly down Betty's body to the floor. His limp cock curling like a snake in his lap. Bud held onto Betty, trying to hold her weight off her wrists as well as trying to maintain his own poor balance.
Betty leaned over and kissed him.
"That didn't work either," said Willy. "Why don't we just give up, boss. She's learned to like sex too much, and there ain't no way in hell that we're goin' to make her any different than she already is."
"Bullshit!" Joey said.
"But, boss, what about our money?"
"Fuck the money!"
"I'd rather fuck the money than fuck her one more time," Willy said in a defiant mood.
"Well," Joey said. "We're going to have her fuck the dog."
CHAPTER NINE
Betty's ears perked up from the half slumber she found herself in after Bud had lifted her off the hook in the doorway. Fuck a dog? When will this ever end? The man has no limits to his perverted imagination.
"No, you don't!" Bud said as he dove toward Joey. Shorty blocked his dive, catching the rookie cop by a thigh and an arm, stopping him.
"Tie him up again and then go get the watchdog," Joey said.
"But we need the dog out there to warn us," Willy said. "You're goin' crazy, boss. Let's just get our money and run."
"No," Joey said. "You don't fool me. You want my money too, you want it all."
"Bullshit!" Willy said. "I just want my fair portion, but I want it pretty soon. We might not have as much time as you think."
"We're goin' to have as much time as I say we have. Fingers and Shorty are behind me, so if you aren't, we would love to divide your share of the profits up among us."
"Forget it!" Willy said, looking silly and disgusted after being talked down like that in front of everyone. He walked over to a corner while Shorty dragged in a complaining, huge German Shepherd.
Betty looked at the animal with fear in her eyes, real fear, the kind that only gets worse when you start to think about what's going to happen to you.
"Ain't he a beautiful animal, lady?" Joey said with a sneer. "Look at the way he's hung, almost like a horse."
Betty was appalled at what was being said, and she could see the slick-looking pecker in its hairy sheath begin to extend, half from fear, and half from seeing her naked body huddling in the corner. She looked into the dog's eyes and was surprised to see something resembling human compassion, something she didn't see in Joey's evil eyes. But instead of soothing any of her fright, this only heightened it – a dog feeling like a human. She began to wonder if all the sex today had driven her to the brink of sanity, for she looked again at the dog and saw nothing but a very dumb animal.
"Pull him over here!" Joey demanded. "Over by her side."
Betty cowered deeper into her corner as the huge dog ambled toward her shivering body. He must weigh a hundred pounds, she thought as the dog approached her.
"Sit, boy!" commanded Shorty as he pulled on the leash.
Betty watched as the panting animal sat on its haunches before her, his chest and stomach exposed to her frightened view. The dog's cock began extending out of its hairy covering, looking sticky like fly-paper and very nasty.
They don't expect me to be fucked by that animal? They can't mean that. But they obviously did.
"Reach out and touch his cock," Joey said, leaning down with an awful smirk on his face.
"No!" answered Betty, putting her hands behind her back as if to protect herself from the thought.
"Oh, yes!" Joey said, reaching behind her and pulling her hands out. "Stroke him or I'll break your arm."
Bud moaned, but he couldn't do a thing.
"He won't hurt you," continued Joey. "In fact I bet he'll like it!" He laughed and Fingers and Shorty laughed with him.
Betty reached out for the awesome-looking member. Instead of biting her as she had supposed, the dog moaned in a deep whine, letting everyone hear that he liked his genitals touched.
"Now stroke it!" commanded Joey.
Betty felt the stickiness of the distending tool coat her fingers as she pushed down on the member. The dog cock expanded in her hand, filling it.
The dog continued to moan as Betty watched two knobs of hard flesh form above its balls at the base of its cock. She wondered what they were until she remembered her father tossing hot water on the dog she had when she was a child. That locks the dogs together when they mate. Oh, God! That's what'll happen to me.
She released the dog cock and tried to back away, but the dog walked toward her on its haunches, humping its rump across the floor. When it got up to her, it wrapped its front legs around an exposed thigh and began pumping on her foot.
"Nasty thing!" she sputtered, slapping it on the nose. The big dog bared its teeth to her and she pulled her hand away very quickly. It looked like some beast out of a class-B horror film.
She reached out again to appease it, stroking the back of its head in as lovingly a way as she could. This exposed her right breast and the dog leaned forward and lapped across the pink nipple with its rough, sandpapery tongue.
"Ohhhggggmmm!" Betty uttered. The feeling was one of intense pleasure, but she hated herself for showing it.
"You're goin' ta have trouble, boss," Fingers said. "She likes anything with a cock."
"Wait until he sticks that pecker into her and starts driving. A dog ain't like a human being he doesn't know when to stop." Joey held his stomach and laughed at the thought, unable to control himself. "Just wait!" he said again.
Shorty pulled the dog back with the end of the leash, and even as strong as the big Negro was he really had a hard time of it.
"Lead her over to the bed," Joey said to Fingers. "We'll let the two animals fuck there."
Betty hated Joey, hated him more than ever, but she couldn't do anything about it. She was just hoping that someday he would be caught and have his goose really cooked.
She was forced to lay down on the edge of the bed with her legs dangling off obscenely. Her cunt was exposed for everyone to see, especially the dog.
The huge animal ambled up to her and immediately put its cold nose in the fishy, soft folds of her labia.
"Shit!" she yelled, trying to pull herself away. But Fingers had tied her hands to the bedposts again – she couldn't even turn over.
Lapping again and again with its prickly tongue, the dog was making Betty's poor cunt raw and supersensitive. She hated to admit it, but she knew that the dog was forcing her toward orgasm. Trying as hard as she could to suppress her excitement, she only succeeded in building up the pressure of the impending climax inside of her.
She felt dizzy and frayed, heat swelling in her belly as the dog continued to lick.
"Stop him! Stop him!" she cried, on the edge of both despair and orgasm.
The dog continued to lick, not heeding even the tone of her plea for salvation from the plight of bestiality. She was sunk now, and she knew it. She would never be able to live down the awesome fact that an animal had forced her to orgasm.
The springs inside of her broke, and thick fluid dropped out of her sopping, red cunt. She squirmed and twisted, but that only made her orgasm even more, pouring the precious liquid into the dog's lapping, hungry tongue.
Bud was tied in his corner, moaning and complaining through his gag. Bud had been bound very securely, and the twisting he did only made his bonds dig deeper into his flesh.
Betty looked through her haze at the animal at her crotch. She was sure that once she had come he would leave her alone, but the dog didn't know any restraints, and only kept licking on the spent pussy lips with renewed vigor.
The animal put its paws up on her thighs and started to pull its face toward hers, licking and slurping on her soft belly as it went. She was so weak from her orgasm that she didn't even have the strength to give a verbal protest.