Shorty was just following out his orders when the door burst open and a dozen or so policemen rushed into the room.
Betty swooned and fainted, the last thing she saw was Albert coming in before the chief.
She opened her eyes to see that a blanket had been tossed over her naked body, and her hands had been untied.
"You did a very nice job," began the chief. "Holding them here while Albert went to get us. We heard screaming and thought that they were torturing you. We didn't dare to barge in then, they might have hurt you. When they took that dog away was our best luck. We didn't know how to get by him without being detected."
Betty stared up at the kind, older face. He didn't look half as mean as when he assigned her to this difficult job – trying to track down the biggest bank robbers in the state while still a rookie. Respect was in his eyes, and Betty forgot all else and knew that what she had done had been worthwhile.
She was still too weak to answer, but held her hand out to him. Albert was standing beside the chief and took her hand. Betty looked over at him and saw love in his eyes.
Two policemen walked over to the bed with her clothes. She gathered the blanket around her as modestly as she could and headed for the bathroom. She felt funny having clothes on – she had been naked so long in front of so many men. But it was good to feel protected, secure in her wrappings.
As she walked out, she saw Bud, the chief, and Albert talking. They seemed to be arguing about something, with Albert and the chief seeming to agree.
"What's the matter?" she asked as she walked slowly, still feeling weak from the day's activities.
"They want to set this sonofabitch free!" Bud said. "He's the one who planned the whole damn thing; he said so!"
"Ya," said the chief. "He was the one who led us to you, without even asking for clemency. What do you think, Officer Brady?"
Betty thought for a minute, not wanting to betray either Albert or Bud, she was caught in a dilemma. She hesitated.
"Well, what do you think?" repeated the chief.
"I think without Albert we might never have gone free," Betty said, reluctantly looking at Bud. He seemed less mad than she thought he would be, but he wasn't smiling.
"We have to take you down to the station," said the chief. "Forms and that sort of thing have to be filled out. It'll only take an hour or so, then you and Bud can go home for a deserved rest."
Betty suddenly realized that Bud had volunteered for the job of decoy because of the way he felt about her. She was glad that Albert was going free, but sorry that she had had to disappoint Bud.
At the station Betty was forced to remember exactly what happened to her. She found it difficult to recall each degrading position she had been made to assume. But events began coming back to her and, after an hour and a half, she had everything down. The only thing she didn't tell them was that Albert had balled her. She didn't know why she did this, her entire police training had been toward relating the whole truth. But she knew beyond all else that she didn't want him to get into any trouble.
"You've earned a long rest," said the chief. "So you and Bud are getting a week off, as well as a big raise."
Betty knew she should feel delighted at what he was saying, but she was just too damn tired.
On the way back to her apartment she even fell asleep in the back of the patrol car.
She entered her room and looked around. It had only been sixteen hours since she had seen it last, but it was different.
She reached the couch, where she collapsed in exhaustion and slept for sixteen more hours.
In the sixteenth hour Betty dreamed about everything the gang had done to her – all their cocks fucking into her cunt at the same time – and then she dreamed of a strange-looking cock, one that had a big red knot on the end. It was a dog's cock that she saw so vividly, a German Shepherd's prick that was as big as a man's cock.
The big dog was burrowing his nose into her pubic hair in spite of her tightly clamped thighs. She laughed nervously and locked her hands under his chin to raise his head. "Nice doggie. You wanta fuck Betty, don't you?"
In her dream she uncrossed her knees and parted them. The German Shepherd edged around her leg to thrust his head between her thighs. The chill of his nose as it touched the inner bulges of her thighs shocked her.
"Ohhh!" she gasped, and flung her knees apart.
He touched the edges of her cuntlips. A thrill of guilty pleasure surged over her. She laid one hand on the top of his head and buried her fingers in the dense fur.
"Oh my God! I didn't know I was that horny!"
His tongue probed between the hair-covered folds of flesh at the base of her cunt, arousing an agonizingly intense sensation in her pussy.
"Jesus! Oh, Jesus! I'm terrible, but I like it!"
The dog raised his head momentarily to look into her face, then dipped it and explored her cuntlips with his tongue. She watched briefly, then dropped to her back and lay with forearms raised and fists tightly clenched.
"Ooooh! Ooooh!"
He lapped gently and steadily, the roughness of his tongue dragging at the hair that grew on the fatness of her cuntlips, then tentatively dabbing at the moist, hairless inner membranes. The sensations seemed incredibly pleasurable to her. She strained to separate her thighs to their greatest possible width.
"Oh fuck, oh fuck, doggie!" she whispered hoarsely.
She recognized the feeling of fullness in her cunt; her tissues were swelling and parting to expose her cuntmouth under the excitement that was building in her pussy. Her elbows were tightly clamped to her sides and she felt her thighs trembling violently. The tonguing could have been rough and greedy, she reflected. Instead, it was gentle and thorough and deliberate.
As the dog savored tiny portions of her wet cunt, he worked his way along a narrow strip of flesh from back to front, then stripped the same narrow band on the other side of her pussy before starting on a section a fraction of an inch closer to the center.
But little by little, he was working his way closer to her slit and the rim of her cuntmouth. And he was stimulating every nerve ending as he did so. Her belly muscles repeatedly snapped taut in a savage, involuntary contraction; she yielded to them as if they were a different kind of orgasm. The flood of sensation was growing so intense she found her hands opening and closing spasmodically and she realized that she was lifting first one foot up, then the other.
"Oh dear!" she whispered. "God help me!" She raised her legs and drew her knees to her chest. Clutching each thigh behind the knee, she pulled her knees to the sides of her rib cage and clamped them there with her arms. Her feet churned the air above her face while the flesh of her cunt blossomed in front of the dog.
She knew she was oozing more fluid from her cunt. She could feel the coolness as it evaporated where Shad had not yet licked it off. Some of it, she noted confusedly, was even spreading onto her ass.
But the dog seemed well aware of her condition. He began to scoop at the crack of her ass with his tongue, lapping with the full breadth of the warm organ.
She cried out with startled pleasure when he concentrated on her asshole. "Ahhh! God, it feels so good!"
He probed at the sphincter as if it held special interest for him, and her hips jerked wildly at the fiery lances of excitement that shot through her.
"My God! Oh shit! I didn't know that a dog could make me feel so good!"
She was seized by an insane impulse to spread herself still further open for the amazing tongue. Her hands slid along her calves to grasp her ankles and she swung them as far out to the sides as she could, forming a broad, flat angle with her thighs. She felt the tip of the dog's tongue wedge itself into the tight circle of her asshole and she cried out in low intense tones.