Suddenly Vito lurched. He poised over her in a push-up position, his hands holding her breasts for a moment before pushing down between her arms. He levered her unresisting legs off the bed in an arc flat back over her head, pressing the toes of her feet harshly into the mattress on either side of her shoulders.
"Ram it to her, Vito," Sylvia's voice goaded excitedly from somewhere in the distance. "Shoot it in her."
Spurred on by Ellen's frantically twisting body below, he dug even more deeply into her, forcing her tortured legs farther and farther back over her head, doubling her in half, fucking into her like a pile-driving machine gone out of control.
He was cumming now, she could feel his waves of unbelievably warm sperm shooting deep into her dilating womb as her head whirled at the onslaught of hot powerful squirts surging wildly into her, filling her to the bursting point with its sticky whiteness. Then it was over, except for the hoarse panting from both of them. Ellen lay back from Vito, sobbing piteously as her head pushed against the wall and her blonde hair streamed wildly down her neck and onto her full firm breasts. She had felt the hugeness of Vito's cock shoot its enveloping wetness into her womb, and had experienced a half-second of unconsciousness which she recognized as an orgasm of sorts as his burgeoning cock had flooded her moistly clasping cuntal passage to the brim. Now he pulled away from her, his slowly deflating cock slipping loudly from her sucking vaginal lips. He lay for a moment beside her and then slid slowly from the bed, leaving her nakedly battered body face down on the mattress.
Ellen looked up for a moment through tear-flooded eyes to see the figures of Vito and Sylvia gesticulating to one another and the dog looking up questioningly at the two of them. Then to her horror, she saw the two criminals lead the huge, eagerly whining German Shepherd toward the bed. Ellen cringed away and pushed against the wall, a mind-stunning blanket of primeval terror blanketing her as she knew she could no longer escape this horrible fate.
"That's it, Vito, lift his paws onto the bed," she heard the wanton voice of Sylvia shout out. Then she was screaming as she felt the soft touch of animal fur on her ankle and a warm breath on her calf. A vicious slap across the face almost knocked her unconscious. Her screams choked off in a low moan of anguish, and she moved an inch away, but the animal warmth followed her… and the stillness of the expectant spectators filled her with a black dread that was almost paralyzing in its intensity.
Ellen looked back and saw the powerful form of Rex hunched over the bed. She tried to move forward but found the harsh grip of Sylvia's hands holding her back, and she grimaced in pain as the gang girl gripped her shoulders forcefully downward onto the mattress. She could not move. Sylvia sat with legs spread wide apart in front of her, while Vito stood to her side preventing any lateral movement. Ellen lay flat on her belly now, her face thrust into the filthy pillow, afraid to move and equally fearful that her stillness would signal a position of complete subjugation to her torturers.
Suddenly, there was the cold touch of animal nostrils against her lower thigh that sent her gaze back and froze her into a position of terrorized fear. Her mind screamed at her paralyzed muscles to move, to roll over, to lower her legs and get off the bed, but her body simply shuddered and the dog stood and growled bestially in warning.
Ellen froze, her thighs pulled close together, not daring to move now as the huge dog growled menacingly once again over her, his great panting head just above her defenselessly upturned loins. Suddenly there was the feel of hands on her knees and buttocks as Vito and Sylvia pulled her legs wide apart for the dog's entry.
Ellen felt as though the last moment of her life had come. There was nothing she could do now but submit, and submit she did as Rex's coldly wet nose began inching up her thighs and finally lodged against the opening of her fearfully cringing vagina. The horrible violations of her body during the past few days had reduced the young girl to nothing but a vessel of nakedly quivering flesh, and now with the knowledge that they were going to kill her there wasn't anything except a kind of blind willingness to be subjugated and dominated to the point of absolute self-annihilation. So far as she was concerned, she was already dead. Let them do what they willed.
The giant German Shepherd lowered his head to the helpless girl's hair-covered crotch and sniffed it. His tail wagged and trembled as though he had found a bitch in heat. For a moment the blonde hostage, in spite of her resignation to her fate, tried to squirm away, but the dog raised his head and growled again and began greedily lapping at the narrow pink slit up between her thighs. He ran his tongue down the full length of it from the tightly puckered anal opening, up over the wetly fluted edges of her cunt, and to the tiny gleaming clitoris atop her pubic mound. His great tongue spread through the soft hair-covered swelling like a hot knife through butter. It flicked relentlessly between the girl's widespread legs, stopping sporadically to sniff at her warmly perfumed cunt and wagging his tail in obvious appreciation.
Rex was pushing harder, the nose and tongue more persistent at her upturned buttocks. Ellen felt a lewd thrill, at this point only understandable to her because of the subjugation she had gone through before, and she fought with all her will against it. The dog's glistening long scarlet penis slipped from its huge sheath, the tapered point slipped and danced in the hot wet crevice as the animal trembled and jerked, trying to push the tapered point and the thick shaft into her body.
Above and around her the shadowy forms of Vito and Sylvia seemed to set up a lewd chant-like motion. Gone was all sense of protest or violation – she was merely an equivalent of the animal that haunched over her, a receptacle that symbolized the junction of animal and human as in days of old when man was a mythic union of the Gods and animals.
Out of control, the dog growled in frustration as Ellen, in desperation, twisted her buttocks in an attempt to push the slippery organ away. But Sylvia merely reached down and guided the point of it into the cringing girl's narrow pink pussy slit, and Rex immediately began humping forward – each of his eager thrusts spreading her cunt wider and wider apart.
Ellen did not know what she was doing, her responses were merely automatic gestures that had been trained into her over the past few days, and so she without volition raised her white young buttocks up to allow easier entry.
The animal lurched heavily on top of her, thrusting his bestial fur-covered paws around her torso as though his forelegs were human arms wrenching around her, writhing back. From deep in her consciousness Ellen could hear a low gasp come from the two figures who had stood up from the bed to give the animal complete access to her.
With a cry, she tensed as the long scarlet penis slipped out, but Rex returned immediately to the attack, having tasted success. He knew where and how to go this time. The German Shepherd jerked forward and with one smooth lunge buried his huge cudgel deep up the kneeling young girl's pink, spasmodically grasping cunt.
His thinly tapered penis slithered forward with a wet rush until it was sunk to the hilt, his hairy balls swinging from below her wet pubic hair. Coming to her senses momentarily, Ellen tried to wrench away again, but Sylvia's hands gripped her forearms and dug her fingernails into her flesh, forcing the girl to submit to the brutal animal impalement. It was being done to her, she thought in desperation; there was a dog fucking into her vagina. It was a fact. There was nothing – absolutely nothing she could do to change that fact or stop it. Let it end as soon as possible, she prayed.