Message-ID: <18769eli$9901212342@qz.little-neck.ny.us> X-Archived-At: From: TheEditor Subject: NEW The Dog's Girl Newsgroups: alt.sex.stories.moderated,alt.sex.stories Followup-To: alt.sex.stories.d Path: qz!not-for-mail Organization: The Committee To Thwart Spam Approved: X-Moderator-Contact: Eli the Bearded X-Story-Submission: X-Original-Message-Id: This story is fiction, and should be treated as such. The following story is for the entertainment of ADULTS ONLY, and contains descriptions of explicit sex. If you are not an adult, or reading sex stories upset you, do not read any further. I am NOT the author. I don't have the talent to write these stories. I can only be ... "TheEditor". The Dog's Girl Prologue "Brace yourself!" he whispered. "He's going to fuck you!" Betty felt the furry forelegs slide over her hips, then the warm moist point of the dog's prick struck her between cunt and asshole and slid up to wedge itself in the tight wrinkles of her asshole. She raised her ass abruptly, and the prick slid downward as the animal hunched forward. The tip slithered into the sloppy petals of her hairy cunt, probed around swiftly, then found her hole and slipped inside. The beast hunched again, and Betty felt his cock snake into her cunt. As it fucked into her, she was amazed at the fullness she felt. She had imagined some sort of slim, rather short prick, but the cock he was feeding into her cunt must have been a good match in diameter for a big man. Now the dog began fucking her in earnest. His hindquarters tensed and humped into her with hard thrusts, driving his prick through her slick sheath rapidly. Betty was growing hotter by the moment, feeling the delicious fullness, the heat of the meat, and the teasing tickle of his furry foreskin as it rammed against her cuntlips. Above her, she could hear the dog panting loudly, with occasional whining overtones. His saliva drooled from the corner of his mouth and dripped from his tongue. Betty steadied herself on her hands and knees, and moaned steadily as the beast fucked her with his short little fucks that seemed to stir her every passion. "Fuck it, doggie!" she whimpered. Her ass was wiggling a little as she sought to work off some of her powerful tensions; they were building up in her so swiftly that she was about to go crazy with the potency of the thrilling sensations. "Oh, give me ... some more spurts ... of that come!" The dog moved his meat in her sloppy snatch at his own pace, and Betty was almost sobbing when he loosed a second load. It hit the end of her cunt like hot lead, and she wailed as the sensation started her on an orgasmic trip. The rigid dog-prick continued its tight stroking as her walls convulsed around it; her wrists, elbows and knees felt as weak as water while her body jerked out its orgasmic reactions, but she dared not lose the support of any of them! The animal's panting and whining were very pronounced now, and his slaverings drooled down onto Betty's back steadily as he fucked desperately to get out his last shots. "Oh, that hot beast meat!" Betty whimpered. "It's scorching my cunt!" And then the animal growled as he felt his draining load flow out of him. It shot into Betty's cunt with more potency than before. Betty cried out as she came again, and her body wobbled around as if she were a puppet, her torso suspended from a string while her rubbery arms and legs merely hung down from the swinging body. The beast whined as he backed off from her, his knot slowly diminishing in size, but still too swollen to pull free from her cunt-flesh---itself swollen with the engorged blood of her sex flush. They separated with a wet plop. As the knot came out of her cunt, it sucked with it a vast excess of fluids, Betty's and the beast's. The stuff trickled down her thighs as her knees gave out and she slid down to lie with her belly on the floor. Betty watched as the animal sat down and licked his cock. The unsheathed meat was a bright, fiery red now. She thought it must certainly be inflamed. But after a while, he got up and sniffed the air, then he whined and wagged his tail as he moved up to nuzzle the hairs around her dripping snatch. He slithered his tongue into Betty's cunt, lapping loudly at the juices gathered there, probing her hole with the tip of his tongue. Betty felt tingling electric thrills spreading out through her belly and cunt. "Ooh-h-h! Nice doggie!" she moaned. "Lick Betty's soupy cunt all you want!" And he did lick at her cunt for quite a while. Suddenly Betty was aware of all the other men in the room, the men who had abducted her, the rapists who had filled every hole in her body with their cocks and tongues. And now they were watching her as she fucked their watchdog. Quickly they tied Betty to the bed again. They laughed at her as she tried to struggle against the bonds. And then they left the room, and she was alone with her thoughts: My god, how did it all start? What's happening to me? Betty shuddered as she recalled the nightmarish days that she had spent tied to the bed, forced to fuck every member of the gang. What's going to happen to me? And then she could feel fatigue overwhelming her senses, and she began to dream of how her nightmare had first started. Chapter 1 Betty Brady woke up naked and spread-eagled to the bed. She could still smell the chloroform about her face. Her five abductors had forced a cloth into her face before she passed out. She remembered now: she had been out on the trail of the Joey Frank gang, trying to tail them to their hideout, but they found her before she found them. Her ankles and wrists were tied securely. She struggled, to try to get free, but they had done a very good job of securing her with nylon cords to the bed, and she only hurt herself when she struggled. Betty had remembered hearing their words before they left. As a rookie cop she had been trained to observe everything that went on around her. She gathered by what they said that they had all left to arrange an exchange; Betty for Mack, a captured member of the gang. She tried to recall all of the training she'd had in cadet school, to see if any of it would help her out of this predicament, but all she remembered was the police chief telling her that women were not cut out for police work, that it was not their place. "Get married and have kids!" the chief had told her emphatically. Betty pulled hard at the cords again, angry at remembering his words, but the only thing that happened was that her round, pert tits jiggled wildly. She stopped pulling and looked down to watch her bouncing tits. Maybe being a woman doesn't help much in police work, she thought. Maybe I should have been a housewife. But she knew that police work was all that she'd ever thought about since getting out of high school. She was becoming more conscious of being seized by a cold sort of fear. It started at the small of her back and crawled up her spine. Slowly she began to realize that it was not fear of dying at the hands of these depraved criminals, but fear of being raped by them. Betty had been proud of keeping her virginity, even after growing up in the roughest part of Boston. She had been lucky to get into cadet school, but her scores on the tests had been so high that they couldn't afford to not take her, even though the chief didn't like women on the force. That was where she had met Buddy Thane. He was a cadet too, strong, and emanating a virility that one could almost touch. Betty tried hard to not get caught by his sexy voice and his handsomeness, but she hadn't been successful. Now that she was tied and bound by the ruffians she thought back to that time with Buddy, and the gentle tone he had taken with her. She hadn't liked it at the time, in fact she had refused to have anything to do with him after that, even though he had made many advances to her. Betty felt sad and nostalgic. * * * "Can I take you home?" asked Buddy, knowing that it was the last weekend before graduating from cadet school, and that Betty would like to go home, and that she didn't have a car of her own. Betty thought about it a while, mulling over the eight weeks of Buddy's overt advances. She thought that this wasn't like the rest of the times at all. "All right!" she said. "But I want to go right home. Do you know where I live?" "No, but you can show me," he smiled. Betty was surprised at how charming Buddy was as they drove along. He didn't even resort to his sexual jokes and puns in order to make her laugh. She was really charmed, but didn't know just how much. Even when he suggested that they stop at his place for a nightcap, she didn't mind. When she was inside and Buddy was pouring her a drink, she suddenly realized where she was and what she was doing. "Here's your Scotch," he said. Betty was more apprehensive than ever now, Buddy was being so cool and debonair. She felt a twinge in her belly and thought that she was getting sick, but it was really the seed of passion itching at her cunt. She drank the Scotch down in two gulps. "Can we go now?" she asked, showing a little fear in her quivering voice. "Let me finish mine first," said Buddy. "I'm not quite the drinker you are." Betty realized that it was going to her head now, because she was not a drinker, this being the first drink she'd had in over a month. Boldly she asked for another one, holding out her empty glass shakily. "Are you sure?" asked Buddy, smiling at her with a twist to his handsome mouths "Ya, of course!" she said emphatically, trying to hide her uneasiness under a forceful gaze. He brought back the drink and she gulped it again, not being able to finish it this time in two gulps. Her head was really spinning now and she was beginning to feel hot. "Can I take off my jacket?" she asked, not realizing what she was doing. "Sure!" said Buddy, moving closer to her on the overstuffed sofa. He put his arm around her and she looked over at him with a silly grin. She had lost all of her fear of him with a little bit of Scotch, and she didn't even flinch when he put his arm about her shoulder. Betty looked down at her drab blue cadet uniform and realized that her voluptuous body showed through the plain cut of the skirt and the bagginess of the light-blue blouse. She was momentarily ashamed, but as the alcohol began to work at her even more she passed into a calm where she didn't care what happened to her. And that feeling in her pussy was becoming more pleasurable the harder Buddy pulled her to him. She turned around and smiled at him. She had always tried to diminish her sexuality; she realized that she had to, or thought that she had to, to compete in a man's world. Her efforts were paying off too---she was becoming a cop in a week. But her efforts hadn't been entirely successful---she was always being propositioned by other cadets, and some trainers. Buddy had been the most persistent, and his efforts seemed to be paying off. As he slipped his hand into her blouse, she didn't balk. Betty felt the warmth of his strong hand cup her breast. She didn't immediately realize that he was feeling her up; she just concentrated on the wonderful warm feeling it brought. Then, as he squeezed her bra-covered nipple between the vise of his forefinger and thumb, she sobered up. "What are you doing?" she demanded, leaning over and breathing her Scotch at him. "Feeling you up," he said straightly. "Really?" asked Betty, looking down and laughing as she saw his hand move about in her blouse. Her mind raced through all of the self-defense that she'd been taught, but it didn't seem appropriate here. The warmth was really too good to stop it. She sat back and took another sip from her half-empty glass as Buddy started to breathe heavily on her silky neck. She tilted her head to give him more neck, not realizing what she was doing because it was such a nice feeling. Then, as the soft skin of her throat was pulled into Buddy's passionate mouth, she knew what was happening. He's seducing me, she thought. The Scotch had had a great effect on her, and she couldn't activate her arms to push him away. Buddy could see that she was becoming very drunk, and he was going to take advantage of it. He let go of her nipple with his left hand and slipped his hand up to her top button. His fingers worked quickly, unhindered by alcohol, for he had only sipped at his drink, knowing what it would do to him. His fingers worked nimbly as the buttons flew open to his touch. Betty was amazed, and she watched as her tits came into view, marveling at her own breasts. She felt like she was in a dream, enacting some perverse fantasy that was buried deep inside of her. She smiled at Buddy, thinking that this couldn't possibly be real. But as her mind began to work against the effects of the Scotch and she began to realize that this really was real, she became confused, not understanding how she had gotten herself into a situation like this. Buddy pulled open the blouse, revealing the firm globes of bra-covered flesh. He let out a long, low sigh and then reached around behind the young cadet cop, unfastening her C