Both women had their hands tied tightly behind them. Juan climbs in with them, pushing them roughly to the floor as he still brandished the knife in front of them. One other gang member climbs in with them, a skinny Mexican/American with pimples dotting his face. The other two men climb into the front and slam the doors shut quickly behind them. Kim edges closer to Brenda as she feels the car rumble forward down the boulevard toward the freeway.
No one spoke a word as the old van climbs the freeway onramp and speeds east into downtown Los Angeles. Kim’s afraid to even make a move as the bus rattles and sways its way into East Los Angeles. They’ve been moving silently for about an hour when the blonde feels the van turn several times and finally stopping. When the engine turns off, the woman’s heart beats wildly. Whatever is going to happen to them begins now.
“OK, out,” Juan said, reaching over them and opening the rear doors.
Kim turned around and scooted out on her ass with some difficulty, dangling her legs over the floor’s rear and sliding to an uneven piece of ground. As Brenda slides down behind her, Kim gazes around at the blank wooden walls around her. She guesses they’re in some warehouse area of town. Crude, obscene spray-painted graffiti is on the sides of old abandoned apartment houses and warehouses. A single streetlight illuminates the area with a lurid yellowish glare.
“Inside,” Juan said, sticking the tip of the knife against the blonde’s forearm.
Kim cries out with pain, jerking away as she stumbles forward and moves toward a decaying warehouse building. Juan runs ahead of her, pulling open the corrugated metal door, and motions with a jerk of his head for the two women to go inside.
“Where are we?” Kim asks as they step into the black pit.
“Headquarters of ‘Los Perros,’” Juan said proudly, letting the others in before he slides the door closed with a low, rumbling sound.
There’s some fumbling behind, then the lights flick on. Two bare bulbs dangle from overhead beams. Kim winces and turns her face away from the sudden sharp glare.
“This is our territory. No Anglo’s ever been in here. We’re spread-out all-over LA. We gonna take over the city, babe, make all you whities pay,” Juan said, moving next to Kim and reaching up to her hair.
He grabs a handful of her silky strands, yanking them back suddenly. Kim staggers back several steps, her head snapping as she thinks he’s going to lick her bald.
“Fuckin’ whore,” Juan mutters, pulling with a hard jerk and bringing Kim to her knees.
“Ohhhh,” Kim cries, grateful the pain stopped when she crashes to the floor.
“Whatever you want, we’ll pay,” Brenda said as she watches her friend abused.
“Oh, you’re gonna pay all right,” Juan said, his mouth twisting into a cruel smile. “But you’re gonna pay in ways you ain’t even thought of. We’re gonna rub shit in your faces, and you’re gonna love it,” he said, leering at the two women.
Kim cringes under that obscene stare.
“The rest of the gang will be here to watch. Hey Ricardo, get Pedro,” Juan suddenly calls out, turning around and peering at the tall, pimple-faced Mexican with a bushy mustache.
The young thug smiles then run out a side door. The others glare at the two women as the sounds of some kind of scuffle echoes dully in the abandoned warehouse. Ricardo kicks the small door open, leading something into the light. Kim’s eyes widen as she sees a snarling German shepherd dragged into the warehouse. That’s Pedro.
Before Kim can think, eager hands remove her blouse and skirt, leaving her standing just in her bra and panties. She shivers from the cool evening air blowing softly around in the warehouse. The men chuckle at her condition, making filthy jokes about her cunt in Spanish as they lead her to an iron support beam near one of the walls. Forcing her to her knees, Juan and Ricardo pull her arms forward and press them tightly against the beam while the others bring a rough cord and tie her wrists tightly to it.
The blonde’s cheek presses hard against the rusting, cold iron as she feels terribly exposed to the men and the snarling animal. Kim waits in hopeless despair for their next move. Her ass is in that obscene raised position, vulnerable to any kind of attack. This gang seems violent and careless. She and Brenda might really lose their lives here.
There’s more scuffling behind her and barking as the men cuss something in Spanish. Then everything is quiet. She can hear someone walking up to her. It’s Juan. He stands to her right, bending and sliding his hands over her rump. The terror she feels at the moment suddenly transforms itself in her mind into something else. As his hard, calloused palm caresses her rounded buttocks through the silk panties, Kim feels something warm and wonderful glowing over her pussy.
She’s actually responding to this humiliation. The woman feels his thick fingers crawling over her flesh, sliding under the elastic waistband, and digging into her butt-flesh as they move into her ass crack. With a thick chuckle, Juan pushes the briefs down over her thighs to her knees. Kim moans as she realizes he’s exposed her pussy.
The big Mexican said something in Spanish, and the other men answer him. Kim can hear the dog growling lower now as they drag it to her. Only then does it occur to her what they’re planning to do. She claws at the ropes cutting into her wrists as she screams for help. The blonde bangs her head against the iron beam as she hears the dog breathing behind her.
The dog is then licking her, slathering the softness behind each knee, wetting her with that soft, swathing tongue. Kim falls limply against the beam as she thrills to the touch of the animal. This is a new turn in her life, a sick twist as she gives herself to the animal. ‘No, I can’t be this perverted,’ she thought defiantly. Once more, the blonde stiffens, crawling against the beam and shaking her ass to get the big German shepherd away. Her knees scrape painfully against the uneven asphalt floor.
“Ohhhh,” Kim moans.
‘Why am I feeling so weak all of a sudden,’ she wonders? ‘Why are my shoulders shaking so violently while my breasts feel so hot and sticky?’ Kim fights with the rising desire in her mind. The animal’s nose pushes hotly against her pussy mound. That force against her swelling, slick labia, makes her buck forward and cry out.
“Oh, Kim,” Brenda moans, not realizing her friend is turning onto the animal.
The big grey and white German shepherd’s hair bristles with lust as it tilts its head to one side and pricks its pointed ears forward. The dog’s big forepaws tremble with passion as its red cock balloons and start sliding out of its furry dark grey sheath. Kim’s downy ass globes mushroom over the dog’s head like two full moons, trembling with terror and excitement as the animal slathers down the hot flesh with its thick pink tongue.
Suddenly, she feels a quick, scalding pressure of that powerful tongue as it peels her pussy lips apart. Kim cries out again, sagging her belly toward the floor as she falls limply against the beam. The big dog growls deep in its throat and braces its paws on the floor as it presses up and in. One wet lick wiped over her stiffening clit shaft. Kim stiffens and jerks forward again, feeling her cuntal muscles clamp shut and suck inward as she bites hard on her lower lip and draws blood. Now Kim can feel the familiar sexual ache racking her pussy.
Only it’s a dog bringing her along this way, not a man straddling her. The friction of one wet surface against the other, the dog’s tongue against her pussy folds and clitty shaft, drives her mindless with lust. She hates to admit to herself what’s happening. Yet, the evidence is too overwhelming for her to deny. She’s becoming a bitch, a woman who is no better than the whores who performed with dogs and donkeys for money.
Unconsciously Kim pushes her hips back toward the whimpering dog. The blonde sucks in a ragged breath as her heart pounds mightily in her chest. She tastes the blood from her lip as the dog grunts with excitement and lunges at the glistening, tender pussy surfaces as Kim pushes backward toward it. Kim can feel the short, bristling fur surrounding the dog’s pointed snout rubbing against her outer labia as it makes its muzzle further into her slick gash. Kim throws back her head and lets out a yelp of horror and delight as she feels the dog’s crisscrossed teeth cut into her tender pussy.
Her thick pussy juices bubble out and slather down the fur on Pedro’s muzzle as the German shepherd presses inward with more determination than ever. The blonde extends one leg outward, squatting down as if she’s going to shit to give the dog more room to lick. The animal’s black nostrils flare and glisten with bubbling pussy juice. The dog’s pink tongue lolls sloppily over her pussy, parting the hot crack and bathing her clit over and over with its canine spittle.
Kim is building steadily toward an orgasm. She bucks forward, then jerks backward, banging her head against the iron beam until she thinks her skull will shatter to pieces. The woman’s body flames with unspeakable and unnatural desire. There’s a steady, pulsing itch in her vagina. Her pussy lips are red and hot, burning like glowing coal. While the big animal continues to slather its tongue around her ass, Kim rocks her hips slowly. The subtle friction of her inner cuntal surfaces rubbing against her clit-tip is exquisite. Strings of drool start oozing out from the corner of her mouth as Kim closes her eyes and hums out an obscene tune of delight. She’s rocking to climax, undulating her thighs in rhythm to the licking animal.
“Ahhhhhhh. Oh, God, yes…” Kim growls in a throaty cry as Pedro’s slick tongue burrows into her slit.
“Oh my God,” Brenda cries out, turning her face away as she watches her friend twist, hunch, and writhe under the big animal’s slopping tongue.
Kim’s face is a contorted mask of unmentionable lust and desire. Drool oozes freely from her mouth and drops in long strings down toward the floor as short, husky gasping sounds come from her throat. She feels her skin burning with lust as Pedro the German shepherd laps more furiously with each passing second. Kim gasps and babbles at the animal as it laps her to orgasm. Her clit burns from the steady wet friction, and the spaces between her fanned toes tickle strangely. The blonde pulls and jerks at the ropes binding her wrists tightly to the iron beam as she cries and twists about uncontrollably.
Every tiny hollow of her pussy peels back now and swollen with lust as the hungry, growling dog attacks the exposed tissues mercilessly. She moves her ass up, down, around, and around as her clit sputters, then flares with orgasm. The woman twists from side to side, so Pedro’s teeth brush first one pussy lip, then the other. Kim feels her vagina clamp shut, blink open, then snap shut again. Her breathing catches for a second, then turns into a gasp as the first mind-scorching blast of orgasm ripples through her drooling cunt.
“AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH,” the blonde cries, pulling and twisting at the ropes as they bite into her wrists.
She wants to wrap her legs around that licking animal as one after another climactic wave sweeps over her aching cunt. The blonde cries out louder and louder as her vaginal walls spasm madly. Kim can feel the muscles trying to grab the dog’s nudging black nose. The German shepherd gives a little yip, then nuzzles harder between her buttery pussy lips. If a man’s cock were in her now, she’d be milking it. The thought burns into her brain, hurrying her on to a harder, more intense climax. She pitches on the floor, dragging her knees across the asphalt and skinning off the flesh. Kim doesn’t care. Everything stops existing for her-Brenda, the drug cartel, the entire world except for her and the dog. The wet sounds of Pedro’s thick tongue sopping her running pussy juices echo in her ears as she jerks and bucks with each powerful contraction.
When Kim opens her eyes again, Juan had pulled the dog away and forced it to sit in the far corner. Kim drops to the floor, twisting her head around to take a better look at the animal who’d brought off her pussy so powerfully. The big dog sits, its pointed ears still pricking forward with its muzzle sopping wet with her juice and its spittle. Between the dog’s hindquarters jabs out its red, pointy cock. Kim feels a ripple of desire and fear as she stares at that animal’s cock.
“Bring the other one over here,” Juan said, nodding at Brenda.
“Oh please, no,” the brunette wails, twisting her body around as two Chicanos drag her.
She’s half-fainting with terror across the uneven warehouse floor, and the men push her down next to the limp Kim.
“How could you have done such a thing?” the brunette whispers to her friend as she crouches on her hands and knees.
“I have a feeling you’ll soon find out, bitch,” Kim groans, still sagging from her tied wrists.
She can sense Brenda’s sense of outrage, and it burns into her pride. ‘Fucking bitch,’ she thought. ‘What could I have done, scream to God to help me? No one could stop that.’
“Looks like the girl here’s a little uppity,” Juan said to the others, having overheard Brenda’s comment to Kim. “Ricardo, Juan, Pablo, let’s take her down a couple of pegs, huh?”
The others leer at the cowering Brenda, then nod in approval. In an instant, Juan and the skinny, pimple-faced Ricardo are on top of the screaming brunette. He’s tearing at her blouse and dress, ripping the white cotton material, and pulling down at the dark blue straight skirt until they’d torn her clothing off. Brenda covers her breasts with one hand and her crotch with the other. Her eyes are wide as Juan moves around behind the brunette, then bends quickly and sticks his fingers under the woman’s bra strap.
Brenda watched Ricardo like a cat and hadn’t noticed the big, handsome Latino move behind her. She jerks away from Juan, ripping the snap off her halter with that move. She cries out in surprise, holding the front cups of her bra to her breasts while the rips strap dangling down at either side.
It isn’t long before the inevitable happens. Kim watches weakly and helplessly as the four men defeat Brenda. Eight hands run over her cringing body, pulling her hands away from her breasts. The torn halter falls quickly to the floor, exposing two small breasts that jiggle as the men paw Brenda’s slim body. Having moved once more to the front of the wailing woman, Juan curls his thick fingers around her panties and tears them apart, exposing her dark-haired pussy mound.
“Ooh…” Brenda cries red-faced as she turns from these men and stares pleadingly at Kim.
Juan unzips his pants. He moves quickly, opening his pants and pulling out his short but fat cock. A few strokes and a little pressure of his fingers bring out the first drop of pre-cum to his piss-slit. Brenda stares at the stubby fat pole, then digs her heels into the floor and starts scooting backward on her bare ass. Ricardo and Juan catch her before she moves too far, laughing as Juan almost runs forward. He’s on top of the shrieking brunette in an instant, planting sloppy wet kisses on her throat and breasts. His hands paw and claw her flesh, violating her most private places while his cock pokes insistently at her pussy.
“Shut up…” Juan finally shouts, leaning back while he raises his right hand, then brings it down hard against the side of Brenda’s face.
The brunette’s head snaps to one side from the blow. Then she’s quiet, biting her lower lip as Juan falls back onto her limp body and starts inserting his cock into her cunt.
This is an excerpt from a short story called ‘Protection‘ from Moe Lester. Buy the story to read every nasty detail or Join our Members Area to read all out taboo stories in full.