“But there isn’t any. Just a few dollars I’ve got in my room. But you’ve burned that,” Sandra said bitterly.
“Come on. I know you’ve got some stashed on the place away from the main house. It’s in one of these buildings, the shops or something. You gonna talk?” Duncan said, sneering.
Sandra steps back as the teen man grabs her and pulls her roughly to him. To her horror, she realized he’s fondling her, digging the barrel of the gun hard against her right side while his left-hand prods into her buttocks. She instinctively slaps his face.
“Not bad,” Duncan said, still holding tightly onto her while he moves toward the door. “Come on,” he said over his shoulder to several of the other residents.
Four went in with him while two, one with a gun, stays in the anteroom. Sandra’s pushed into the room where the dogs are. The light from one of the lanterns illuminates the room. She can see the cages where the dogs’ heads cock curiously to one side at the sudden and noisy invasion.
“Maybe after you have one of those on top of you, you’ll talk,” Duncan said cruelly.
“What? WHAT?” Sandra asks, wheeling around to confront Duncan.
All around her, she sees the twisted faces of the residents. Now they appear like demons ready to tear her to pieces. She can tell from their faces they wallowed in the depths of depravity long before this day. In desperation, she lunges for the door. But Duncan roughly brings her back to her original position.
“No,” she whimpers, stepping back and crouching protectively with her arms crossed in front of her. “No, please.”
Duncan’s hand grabs her blouse. Quickly and roughly, he jerks the material over her head, ripping open the buttons as he exposes her jiggling breasts. Sandra can hear the lewd comments as they pull the garment off her back and throws the rag onto the floor. She tries to cover her pendulous breasts. But two of the residents slap her hands away, forcing her to expose her breasts to the stern glare of the surrounding group.
A second later, Duncan’s tugging down her skirt, pulling off her shoes and pantyhose to the cheering delight of his followers. She stands crouching before them, shamed and humiliated, her face flushing red as she tries covering the private parts of her body. But the teen males make that impossible, running to her and slapping or caressing her breasts. The touch or slap her inner thighs, ass cheeks, and legs, making the blonde cry out in outraged shame. Forcing her to protect that part of her body while they attack another. Burning tears trickle down her cheeks.
“Stop it…” she pleads.
Duncan steps forward and strikes her hard across the face in answer to her begging. Sandra’s arms fly out as she staggers back and falls to one knee. She’s vaguely aware of someone tying her wrists together. Her long silky hair hangs in her eyes. They’re binding her, tying her for some perverted sport, while in the background, she can hear Duncan continuing to ask her for money. Sandra’s only answer is a muffled moan.
“Take the first one out,” Duncan commands.
They tie Sandra’s wrists together then pull them down in front of her and between her widely splayed knees. Someone binds her wrists to her ankles. Now she kneels in this obscene position, her rounded ass, and pussy exposes from the rear while her face nearly touches the cold concrete floor.
The smell of stale piss and shit fills her nose as she hears one of the cages open. She hears the residents chuckle and makes one or two vulgar remarks. The other three dogs bark furiously as Duncan takes the first one and leads the dog to the blonde’s twisted face. Sandra shrinks away from the animal’s snout as the big dog opens its powerful jaws and slathers it down with spittle. Her stomach turns over as she guesses what the residents are going to do to her.
“Stop it,” the blonde cries for the last time.
Duncan ignores her pleas, laughing as she shudders when the German shepherd brushes her right shoulder. Sandra realizes there are things much worse than death. The animal poking its cold black snout against her inner thigh and making her gasp is proving that.
Sandra twists her head around and peers over her shoulder. The animal probing her thighs is a large dark-brown German shepherd with white markings on its pointed ears. The dog is the largest of the four males Sandra bought for the school. The dog’s hard, rounded muscles quiver around its canine hindquarters. At the same time, it crouches and noses further up the cringing woman’s crotch. The dog’s short, bristly hair tickles the woman whenever its sides brush against hers, and she has to suppress giggles at times despite her shame.
The big dog makes sharp, jerky upward movements, pushing its nose along the smooth skin of her inner thighs and making Sandra raise her ass to keep her pussy away from the dog’s snout.
“He likes you. He wants to play with you,” Duncan taunts as he watches with the other prisoners.
She groans and turns her head around, refusing to watch this gross defilement. She can feel his cold nose rub her flesh, then pull back as the big German shepherd sizes up the situation. Sandra waits, teetering on the brink of wanting to shriek, as she hears the dog’s shallow breathing behind her. Then there’s a move followed by a warm, wet sensation on her pussy lips. Sandra lets out a long, low, throaty moan. The dog’s lapping at her crotch.
“OHHHH…” Sandra cries, jerking her ass back and forth as she tries to get away from the animal’s hot, rough, thick tongue.
She scrapes her knees and arms against the rough floor as she crawls several inches toward the door. But Duncan moves around, kicking her roughly on the shoulder and forcing her back to the animal. The blonde cries out in pain and shame as she resigns herself to this ultimate humiliation.
“Huhhhrrrr,” Sandra moans as the lapping grows more intense.
She closes her eyes and bites her lower lip until it bleeds as she tries to keep from crying out again. Sandra’s ass stays steady despite the increasingly comforting licking she’s getting. Something deep inside the humiliated blonde gives way to the animal’s constant attention as it licks her outer labia with its tongue. Deeper and deeper the dog drives its tongue, slicing into her wet cleft while it mats her blonde pussy hairs with saliva. Sandra feels a strange hot-wet feeling covering her breasts, belly, and pussy.
Involuntarily she begins to respond to the German shepherd’s oral attention. Grinding her thighs together, rocking her hips back and forth to slide her slippery pussy lips over her stiffening clit. When she feels several of his razor-sharp teeth cut into the fleshy membrane of her pussy lips, the blonde sucks in a wet, ragged breath and cries out with strained delight.
“MMMMM,” Sandra hums, bobbing her ass from left to right as if it’s a pendulum.
She’s undulating her thighs now. The big dog pushes its pointed snout higher, its short stubbly fur around its jaws plastered by its own spittle and by the blonde’s bubbling pussy juice. Sandra’s responding more violently to the lapping animal. To her surprise, she’s feeling that red sexual fog descends over her mind, turning her into a sex machine instead of a responsible woman. Sandra feels some primal desire take over her mind and body. All she can think of is that beautiful, wet, caressing tongue sloshing noisily and out of her narrow crack, filling her pussy with soothing liquid. ‘Oh, if only he’d lick my clit,’ Sandra thought. ‘If only there was some way I could tell the dumb animal to move an inch higher.’ Sandra bobs her ass down, tilting her pussy as much as she can to push her blood-filled clit down to the dog’s tongue.
Then it happens. The German shepherd seems to know what to do, tilting its powerful, handsome head back and raising its snout until its tongue slides over that little shaft. Sandra’s eyelids flutter open while her jaw slackens. She feels a strange wet heat blow over her pussy as she falls forward, striking her forehead on the floor. Her clit contracts from the contact. Sandra twists helplessly in her bonds as her cunt explodes with unnatural sexual fire.
The big shepherd grows more excited by her violent reaction. The dog whines and growls deep in its throat, turning its head to the right and driving its cold snout like a pole into her pussy. Sandra cries out again, this time her cries drying into choked, throaty sobs. She can feel the dog’s scratchy snout peel back her outer labia. It’s forcing them apart as the dog pushes relentlessly into the velvety, musky depths of her vagina.
The blonde can feel the sharp ends of the dog’s teeth cutting into her silky, wet cuntal walls while the bristly fur matted down with spittle and pussy juice brushes against the reddened, rounded tip of her clit. Sandra presses her elbows against her sides and cries out for mercy. ‘If only they’d take me away from this horrible room,’ she thought despairingly. ‘What are they doing to me? Why am I responding like this to this perverted group of juvenile delinquents? How can I react sexually to the savage advances of an animal?’
The big dog growls again, the low rumbling of the dog’s voice making her thin vaginal walls reverberate. Without thinking, Sandra backs up, forcing her vagina further onto the big dog’s snout. At the same time, she feels her stiffened nipples drag across the cold, dirty concrete floor. ‘What kind of torture could they possibly devise for me after this,’ she wonders?
Then the animal changed the dog’s tactics, pulling out its snout and going back to her outer labia. The German shepherd moves to the right, licking down her right ass cheek until it drips with the dog’s hot spittle. Then it moves to the left, doing the same to the other buttock until her entire ass is dripping with doggie spittle. It feels warm, comforting, relaxing as it continues to lather her body with the dog’s saliva.
Then it opens the dog’s powerful jaws, moving back to her pussy lips that have by now grown puffy, greasy, and angry red. Gently the dog closes its teeth around the left outer labia, shaking its head angrily back and forth. The mild pain and savage pulling drove Sandra to higher planes of sexual pleasure. She grunts, banging her head savagely against the floor while her toes fan out and dig into the concrete beneath. Her skin crawls with unashamed pleasure, and she writhes mindlessly while the big dog teases her with its snout and teeth.
Quickly tiring of this game, the German shepherd finally let go and backs away. Aware of this abrupt abandonment, the blonde pulls her head around and peers over her right arm once more. She can see the dog’s eyes glazed over with sexual excitement. Its blood-heavy, knobby red cock hangs between the dog’s hindquarters, glistening with pre-cum. It appears like a tree root painted red as it throbs and sways lazily from side to side. The German shepherd’s lower jaw hangs, spittle oozing down in crystal strings from the corners of the dog’s black, rubbery lips to the floor. Its pointed, white-marked ears are pointing toward her while the dog’s powerful body trembles with excitement. She knows what it’s going to do, and what amazes her is her willingness to surrender to this ultimate perversion.
This is an excerpt from Sheela B’s latest novella called ‘The Blackout.’ Buy the eBook to read the story or join our Members Area to read hundreds of stories like this.