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Red would never tell if he could have a little of her pussy, especially if the girl could be forced to suck
him. No, no one would know but the three of them, and none of them would dare tell Wade they had
gone against his instructions.
Slowly he got off the bed, running his fingers along the tanned smoothness of her sleek, naked thigh,
pausing for a moment by the warmth of her dormant vagina. Yeah, he thought. She'll be ready when the
dog finishes with her.
"Red," he yelled at the bathroom door. "Come on in here!"
Paula gasped as the door opened and she saw the two hundred pound St. Bernard come sniffing into
the room, straining at the long black leash that pulled Red along behind.
"Oh, God, no," she whimpered as she suddenly knew what they had in store for her.
She tugged at the nylon cords that held her arms and legs, trying desperately to free herself from the
impending doom, but it was no use. She could twist her body, but she was tied so tightly, that it did her
no good to move at all. She twisted her head, trying to look at the knots that held her, each one tied with
a hangman's professional care. There was no way for her to move, but she tried again anyway, hoping
against hope that she could escape. She lifted her body and with all her strength pulled against the nylon
cords, but nothing would give except her skin as it burned against the ropes, while trickles of blood ran
down her arms from her wrists. What kind of men were they? Were they men at all? Why would they
do this to her for one mistake? She panted for breath and closed her eyes hoping they would all go
away. The unmistakable sniffing of the giant dog grew louder and she prayed to heaven for help. Don't
let them, Oh God, don't let them do it!
"What's the matter, Paula," Carl sneered. "Are you afraid of the little puppy?"
Paula looked up at him to see Red standing beside him, handing Carl the black leash.
"I'm gonna watch for a while," he said, his yellow teeth showing from between his lips. "And then I'm
gonna take my turn just like I did before. "You're gonna get a fuckin' today like you've never had in all
your whorey little life."
Red snickered at his own obscene thoughts as he lifted himself onto the dresser and settled into a front
row seat.
"You shoulda seen him with Phyllis," he giggled. "He fucked her until all she could do was beg for more
and more. Goddamn, she really liked it."
You perverted bastard, she thought. Why don't you shut up and get out of here, both of you!
"Yeah, Jock," Carl said talking to the dog. "You screwed her so good, she'll never go back to men,
nope, never."
Paula couldn't believe what they were saying, talking like two horrid perverts, men like she had never
met before. "Stop it!" she screamed. "Leave me alone!"
But it was too late! Terrified she trembled as the huge St. Bernard lifted his head onto the bed and began
sniffing at her shapely calves. She strained to escape, but her struggles did nothing but further the dog's
interest as she fought against the nylon bonds that held her legs spread wide apart. She was open and
completely vulnerable with no escape left to her.
She shuddered as the dog's long pink tongue lapped at the salt of her sweating skin. The St. Bernard
began to nose forward toward the honeyed scent of her soft hair-lined pussy as she fought to break free,
lifting her thighs high into the air in a last effort to escape, but it was no use. The dog had discovered the
scent he had been searching for and climbed onto the bed completely, drooling his hot saliva onto her
thighs as he nosed forward searching for the smell he had found on Phyllis not so long ago. She twisted
her pelvis again and the soft velvet fur of her pussy caught the dog's eye and he knew where the hot
smell was coming from. Quickly he brought his head to the dark apex of her thighs and sniffed at the
warm wet hole. He had found what he had come for.
It was like a dream, unreal and unbelievable. She tried to turn her head, but she was too weak from
fighting. It's not real, she thought frantically and closed her eyes to stop the nightmare, knowing that there
would be no stopping until the dog had finished with her and left her ravaged body to the mercy of the
two leering hoods.
Carl's perverted eyes watched the girl in glee as he held the dog by the leash, controlling its movements.
They were both under his control, and he loved it. He watched as the dog pushed at the silken pubic
hairs in preparation and felt the growing ache in his swollen testicles as the girl twisted back and forth in
agony, trying to escape. She's mine, he thought gleefully as he unconsciously slipped one hand to his
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