It happened the first time when I was seventeen. I was on
the cheerleading squad and thought I was pretty hot stuff. I worked hard to keep myself
in shape and it really bugged me to see these other girls who were out of shape. I
guess I was kind of mean to some of the other girls in school who didn't have a body
like mine.
Anyway, it was Saturday. We had just won the homecoming game
the night before and a bunch of us were going to take the floats apart. I guess I had
a slight touch of PMS and I got a little bitchy with some of the other girls who were
helping. I could see some of them talking amongst themselves but paid no attention.
Finally Tiffany came over to me and asked me to come over to
her house. She said that her brother Adam was home and her parents were gone. He was
in his third year of college and he was a major hunk. I accepted her offer. I wasn't
so bitchy after that. I was too busy daydreaming of Adam.
We finished taking the float apart and I stopped at home to
freshen up to look my best for Adam. I drove over to Tiffany's house and almost skipped
up the walk to her front door. She invited me in and offered me a beer. Knowing her
parents weren't home, I took it. I asked where Adam was and she told me he was upstairs
getting ready for me.
I was almost finished with my beer when she said, "I wonder
what's keeping him. Let's go check on him."
We went upstairs and she knocked on the door and just walked
in, pulling me in behind her. Before I could react, someone grabbed my arms and pulled
them behind me. I let out a scream that could've woke the dead. A second later there
was a scarf or something pulled into my mouth and I was shoved onto the bed, face down.
My arms were pulled over my head and ropes were tied to my wrists. I fought with
everything I had but they were just too strong. A few seconds later they tied my legs
off, too.
I was now kneeling on the floor, tied face down on the bed
with my arms stretched out toward the opposite corners of the bed, my knees on the
floor being held apart by ropes around my thighs also tied to the bedposts. I struggled
to see who my captors were. They made it easy by standing on the opposite side of the
bed. It was Tiffany and three other girls from the float committee. I tried to ask
what was going on but couldn't talk with the scarf gagging me.
They all laughed at my predicament and started talking about
what they should do with 'the bitch.' I felt my face turning red, but I wasn't sure if
it was from embarrassment or from anger.
Jessica finally talked directly to me, "Well, Stacy, it seems
you've been quite bitchy lately and you've been taking it out on all of us." I tried
screaming obscenities at her but to no avail. I tried to follow her with my eyes as
she walked around the bed behind me. I lost sight of her halfway around the bed, but
then I felt her raise my skirt.
SMACK! She slapped my ass hard. I tried screaming at
her again.
SMACK! She did it again - harder. Tears were now
streaming down my face, but I refused to give in to her. I kept trying to scream thru
the gag.
SMACK! *sob*
SMACK!! *whimper*
SMACK!!!
My face was now just buried in the bedcovers. Someone untied
the gag and I lifted my head. Kelly pointed a finger at my face, "No more noise or
we'll gag you again."
I knew she meant it.
Jessica pulled my panties aside and I fought the urge to yell
again. "She's dripping wet! She gets off on being spanked!"
I wanted to scream at her, but I calmly told her it was
because I was thinking about Tiffany's brother.
"Are you going to be nice to us from now on?" Kelly glared at
me.
"Yes. Please untie me."
"Oh no. You are going to have to prove how nice you're going
to be to us - and you can start by being nice to me," Kelly sneered. I didn't know what
she meant until she crawled up onto the bed and sat in front of my face. She spread
her legs apart and I saw she wasn't wearing panties.
"No, Kelly - please don't do this . . . " I whined.
She grabbed my hair and scooted her butt forward until her
pussy hairs were tickling my nose. "You owe me, bitch," she said. "You're so fucking
full of yourself and you think you're better than the rest of us. Lick!"
I started crying. I was so humiliated. My tongue flicked out
and tasted the heat of Kelly's slit. Still crying, I didn't see Tiffany's dog Bear come
into the room. I felt the hairs on his muzzle touch my butt as his nose zeroed in on
my dripping pussy. I panicked when I realized what was happening. I had seen Bear
before. He was huge - a Newfoundland. His name fit him well because he looked as
ominous as a bear.
Sara laughed and pointed at the dog. "Look, even Bear thinks
Stacy's a bitch!"
I cried harder. "Please make him stop-"
"Oh, but I think he likes you," Tiffany sneered.
Suddenly I felt his huge, rough tongue slide between my open
thighs and into my slit. My butt wiggled when I felt this violation. He kept licking
and licking. Then he stopped.
I was relieved until suddenly I felt his hairy weight on my
back. I could feel his powerful body thrusting forward and soon felt his pointed cock
poking my thighs.
He was missing his mark and I was glad. Then Tiffany took his
cock and guided it right between my swollen pussy lips! He thrust in a little
and as soon as he realized he was inside, he thrust forward with enormous force. I
yelped at the sudden intrusion. I tried to block out the perversion of this act by
imagining it was my last boyfriend. It was no use. I'd never had a boyfriend that
fucked so hard and fast as this.
He kept pummeling my vagina for a few minutes and then I felt
him tense up and he just pushed forward with little strokes. The next thing I felt was
the entrance to my vagina being stretched. I knew about dogs getting tied to each other
and realized that was going to happen to me. I was sobbing, "Please, stop! Make him
stop!" over and over.
As his knot grew, the pressure on my clitoris increased. That
and his continued rocking in and out drove my body to a powerful orgasm. My face
contorted with the mixture of pain and pleasure. Suddenly I saw a flash of light, and
another.
Tiffany was taking Polaroid snapshots of me being fucked by
her dog.
Tiffany took several pictures of me with her dog hunched over
my back while the dog's enormous cock pulsed inside me. As the pictures developed she
held them up in front of my face, one by one. I couldn't see them very well for the
tears I had in my eyes, but she described what she saw in each one. Her descriptions
only made me cry harder as she used the word 'bitch' at every opportunity. Next she
handed one snapshot to each of the other girls, keeping a few for herself. Tiffany
looked down at me and laughed, "You won't need a picture to remember this - it'll be
burned into your memory forever . . . "
I just sobbed. Bear was still locked inside me. At least he
wasn't pounding into me anymore.
Finally, the swelling in Bear's penis went down and he pulled
it out of me. As soon as it popped out my panties slipped over my abused slit, catching
the flood of dog cum that rushed out of my stretched hole. Now my panties were
completely soaked and the cum started running down the insides of my thighs.
As Tiffany untied me she said, "I hope your attitude toward the
rest of us is going to be better from now on. We wouldn't want anyone to find out that
you enjoy fucking dogs so much, now would we?"
I hung my head and shook it back and forth.
"From now on I own you and you'll do whatever I say, won't
you?"
I looked up to protest, but saw Tiffany holding one of the pictures.
I whispered, "Yes . . . "
"I didn't hear you," she said in a condescending tone. The
other girls giggled.
"Yes. I'll do what you say-" I said a little louder.
"You'll do whatever anyone here wants from now on. We
all own you."
I started crying again. "Yes . . . "
I was back in school again on Monday. I know it was just my
imagination, but it seemed like somehow everyone knew what I had done. I had trouble
concentrating on my school work, but I made it through the day alright. Tuesday came
and things seemed a little better. Wednesday was pretty uneventful. Then it happened.
After school, Tiffany stopped me by my locker.
"So, Stacy . . . how would you like to come over to my house
this Saturday night?"
"I'm really busy this weekend, Tiffany."
"Let me re-phrase that - come over to my house Saturday
night at six. Don't be late." She made a motion with her hands by her face like she was
taking a picture.
My heart sunk, "Okay, Tiffany. I'll be there. Who else is
going to be there?"
"Just you and me . . . and Bear," she giggled.
"Please, Tiffany-"
"Don't be late," she quipped.
Saturday seemed to drag on forever. I must've checked the
clock a thousand times. I left in time to arrive at Tiffany's house by six o'clock. I
rang the doorbell.
Tiffany answered the door. "Oh Stacy - what a nice surprise!
Please come in." She got me a Pepsi and told me to follow her up to her room. When we
got up there, she closed the door and said she wanted me to see how well Bear was
trained.
She made him sit, shake hands, roll over, speak, play dead.
She left him lying on his back, playing dead and said, "You know, he gets awfully
frustrated not having any way to relieve his pent-up sexual energy. I think you could
help him."
"How?"
"Come over here." She crouched down next to Bear.
I walked over to her.
"Come on. Down here."
I knelt beside her.
"He likes to have his belly rubbed. Go ahead." she coaxed. I
gently touched his belly and rubbed his thick coat.
"Rub him lower."
I stroked his belly lower, carefully avoiding the hairy sheath.
"Touch it, Stacy."
I brushed my fingertips against the loose skin.
"Rub his cock through the sheath."
I touched my fingers gently to it, then curled them slightly
and began stroking it. I could feel the thin hard shaft inside. Each time I slid the
sheath up and down the length of it, it got a little bigger and stuck out of the sheath
a little more. I watched the pointed tip appear on each down stroke and vanish on each
up stroke.
Bear started making little grunting noises. His red cock was
growing larger now - thicker and longer and a little bit of fluid was oozing out of
the end of it. I stared at it, amazed by the spectacle of it. I was so engrossed in
it that I was startled by Tiffany's voice.
"Suck it, Stacy . . . "
I could feel tears welling up in my eyes as I shook my head
'no'.
"Remember the pictures."
I didn't have to look at her face to know the expression she
displayed.
I bent forward with tears running down my cheeks. I lay my
face on Bear's belly and inched my mouth forward until the point of his red hardness
touched my lips. It was so hot compared to the guys I'd been with. I touched it with
my tongue and tasted the thin liquid that was now squirting out in little jets. The
taste wasn't all that bad. I wrapped my lips around the end of it and slowly began
bobbing my head up and down on it, my tongue and lips caressing the length of it.
His cock kept swelling. I could feel the knot growing inside
his sheath. I slid it down and the knot popped out. My fingers wrapped around the knot
and it swelled more, pulsing in my hand. And I noticed the flavor of the fluid changing.
It was saltier than before.
Bear was hunching his body now, trying to push his cock
further into my mouth. His knot swelled up about the size of my fist and rock hard.
His cum sprayed the back of my throat and threatened to overflow my mouth. I kept
swallowing as the salty fluid continued to jet into my mouth. Each squirt was a little
smaller now until finally it seemed to stop. I pulled away from him and sat up, wiping
my mouth with the back of my hand.
Tiffany smiled, "Good girl. I'll see you next week in school."
The next three weeks were uneventful. I was on my best behavior
at school whenever I was around the girls who knew my secret and they didn't say
anything. I thought maybe it was all behind me until I saw Tiffany after the football
game on Friday night. We were in the locker room changing back into our regular clothes
when Tiffany asked me, "Do you wanna come over to my place tomorrow night?"
"I'm really kinda busy this weekend." I protested.
"Don't tell me we have to go through this again," she sighed.
"Besides, Adam is going to be home this weekend and my parents are going to be gone
again."
"I remember what happened last time you said that," I muttered.
"Come over about 2 tomorrow afternoon." Then she added, "Don't
be late."
I nodded, gritting my teeth.
On the off chance that Adam would be there, I decided to dress
in a cute skirt with a low-cut top. I walked up to Tiffany's house and rang the
doorbell. She promptly answered it and let me in. Seeing Adam there made me smile.
I walked in and said hi to Adam. We chatted for a while - well,
he mostly talked about college and parties and stuff like that. I didn't say all that
much and Tiffany just sat there listening. I'd almost forgotten she was there.
"So Adam, why don't you ask Stacy about the pictures I showed
you?" Tiffany's words were like a dagger through my heart.
"No, Tiffany. Please-" I knew I was whining, "You said
you wouldn't show them to anybody if I was good. I've held up my end of the bargain."
"Yeah. You have been pretty good lately. I'll tell you what.
I'll give the pictures to Adam and he can decide what to do with them."
I looked at her, then at Adam with a hopeful look in my eyes.
When Adam had the pictures in his hands, he looked at me a little strangely. "Stacy,
you can have the pictures if you do one thing for me."
I was very excited about being able to finally put this all
behind me. "Anything, Adam. What do you want?"
I watched his face and saw something devious.
"C'mon upstairs . . . "
I followed him up the stairs again, back to the same room
where this whole ordeal began. He stepped in front of me, looking down the front of my
top. He reached up with one finger and hooked it between my breasts.
"Take it off."
"No. Please, Adam."
"You said anything. Do you want the pictures?"
I could feel my chin quivering and I took off my top. He
brushed his fingers over my bra, causing my nipples to harden. "Take off your bra,
too."
I reached behind my back and unhooked it, then pulled each of
the straps down off my shoulders. Finally I pulled it forward, exposing my breasts to
him. He made a humming sound while rubbing his thumbs over my nipples, then pinched
them.
I winced.
"Now the skirt. Take it off."
I undid my belt and slipped my skirt down my legs and stepped
out of it.
"The panties, too." He smirked.
I wiggled out of them and tossed them on top of my skirt.
"Bend over."
I bent forward and rested my hands on the bed. A moment later
he rubbed his hand over my bare bottom. "Mmmmm . . . so nice. I want to see a live
performance. Here Bear. C'mon boy-"
Adam called the dog over to us. He pulled my legs apart a
little and encouraged the dog to sniff between them. The big dog's rough tongue sent
a shiver through me as it rasped over my sensitive flesh.
My body betrayed me by lubricating my vagina. This encouraged
the dog even more and before long I felt his heavy body on top of my back. His powerful
front legs wrapped around my waist and he started humping at me. Adam was watching
closely and reached up to guide the red shaft inside me. A second after it made contact
between my labia, the dog thrust forward, driving himself deep inside me. His thrusting
was frantic, like a jackhammer. It didn't take long before Bear's cock began to swell
at the base. He forced his enormous rod deep inside and held it there while the knot
grew inside me.
I was close to cumming from the pressure on my clit and the
pulsing knot just inside the entrance to my vagina. Adam climbed up on the bed and
knelt in front of me, displaying his hard cock.
"Suck it, bitch."
I opened my mouth and let him push his cock in. He held my
head in his hands and literally fucked my mouth. I nearly gagged each time he hit the
back of my throat. I was plugged at both ends, close to cumming, and hoping Adam
wouldn't cum at the same time as me or I might inhale some of his semen. My body kept
tensing, the pressure building higher and higher, little ripples racing through me,
building into bigger waves. Finally the big waves were washing over me. I was screaming
as best I could with a mouthful of cock.
Adam pulled himself out of my mouth and shot his white sticky
cum all over my face and into my hair. When he finished cumming, he held his still-hard
cock in my face and told me to clean it off. I licked it as clean as I could. Adam got
back up and walked around behind me to check on the status of my tie with Bear. I'm
sure he could see the dog's knot still bulging inside me.
He threw the pictures on the bed in front of me and left the
room.
THE END
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