The Blackmail Kid

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Part 2…

The gravel, crushed and ground beneath her tires. Deb was lost out on some unpaved, country road. It would be dark soon and as hesitant as she was about where she was going, she was even more afraid to get lost out here at night. Apart from the unmaintained road and the barbed wire fence that lined it on either side, there was no other sign of civilisation as far as the eye could see. Her car skids to a halt. She was looking at the map on her phone and to the side of the road, from the side of the road back to her phone. Is this right, she wondered?

The driveway was hardly noticeable, but as she looked closer she did see a broken mail box amongst the tall weeds. The drive itself was simply two dirt tracks for either tire, grass grown between them. Deb threw her car in reverse and spun the tires on the gravel as she went back to enter the driveway. Closer to the mailbox, she could see three worn numbers painted on its side: six-hundred-and-eight. Deb gulped, this was the address. “Where the hell am I?” She cursed out loud, staring off down the winding dirt road.

Though she had grown up in this small town, she had never had any business out here in the country. She was completely turned around. The drive seemed dark, cast in the shadow of countless giant oaks and pecans. Following ‘the incident‘ – as Deb liked to think of it – she had not seen hide nor hair of any of the boys. Jason had only been home briefly and neither looked at each other, much less spoke. Two weeks had passed and Deb had been able to force it from her thoughts, almost. She was glad Jason was gone.

That changed however when she was checking her email one day. As if on cue, Frank had only yesterday told her and Jason about his upcoming business trip, he’d be gone for a week. Her heart dropped when she saw the name: Doug. Deb immediately clicked the empty box beside it and jerked the mouse up to where the cursor was hovering over the Delete button. Deb hesitated. Her lips were taut. She shifted the arrow over to the Spam button. Her finger waited anxiously over the left click of her mouse.

She’d made it two weeks, but alas, she knew this day would eventually come. She couldn’t help but feel her life had drastically changed. What had happened to her, and Doug? Evil Doug. He was a demented little twerp who had the most damaging evidence imaginable against her, and he had already proven that he would go to the extreme in using it against her. Deb gave in and clicked on the email. It was short and simple. Be at my place on Friday no later than eight PM.

It listed his address and an overt warning of what would happen if she failed to show. Deb stared long and hard at the dog mounted atop her back. Below it was a list of familiar family and friends’ email addresses.

Deb punched the power button hard with her finger. The screen went black, she knew this was coming. She had given it a lot of thought, what she would do. She turned her head around to look into her back seat. Two large suitcases sat ominously, crammed full with all the clothes and essentials she could force into them. She looked back to the shadowed drive. She was either skipping town – or submitting to Douglas Peters and his perverse demands.

Deb thought of all her friends and family, of her husband and of Jason, both of whom she dearly loved, and of her parents. This was her home. She was at a fork in the road, quite literally. One path led to public humiliation, which she could not bear and would have no choice but to run – to run from her home and her family. She would never be able to face them. The other led to an uncertain end of physical humiliation and degradation at the hands of a demented little pervert. But had she not already passed this fork, had she not already made the decision?

Deb spun the wheel left, the tires ground the gravel. She turned on her headlights and released the brake to slowly begin down the drive.

The house was a good ten minutes off the road, but Deb wasn’t exactly flooring it either. She let the car coast the whole way, sitting in silence. Her heart was racing. Her breaths seemed harder and harder to take the closer she came to the house. The green lights of the clock on her dashboard changed to 8:17. She was late. The property epitomised white trash. The grass was tall and overgrown. Two old and rusted cars sat abandoned in the yard, their rubber tires cracked and deflated. An old shed and an outhouse stood next to the small house. Empty beer cans and other debris littered the yard. Broken appliances lined the porch.

The house itself was old and decrepit. Wooden shingles were loose and missing atop the roof. Just like the shingles, pieces of siding hung freely while others were missing all together. Only random strips of white bore evidence of a long ago whitewash. The wood was worn and grey. It was a sad sight.

A sudden spell of panic nearly overtook her – a pack of ugly mongrels came charging out from around the house, barking madly at the approaching vehicle. They looked none too friendly. Deb’s shocked eyes glanced from the dogs to the person emerging from the front door of the house. He wore a wide smile across his face: Doug. The tracks continued on past the house with a barn in the distance, but Deb stopped short of the house. The dogs swarmed around her door and she dared not open it. Seeing her hesitate, Doug immediately yelled and scolded the dogs, charging off the porch he kicked them back. All tucked tail and scrammed. Doug opened the door for her. “Good, I was beginning to think you wouldn’t show.”

Deb sneered at him. Oh, how she loathed this boy. Holding the door open, Doug stood back and waited for her to get out. As Deb exited the vehicle, another caught her eye. An older man, dressed in a pair of worn overalls walked out onto the porch, his thumbs hooked about his trouser straps. He spat on the porch. He was chewing a large wad of tobacco. He was going bald, but certainly had no lack of hair on the rest of his body. His beard appeared to be several days old. He looked dirty. Deb was surprised, she knew him from somewhere.

“That’d be my Pa,” Doug informed her.

Bill Peters. He was well known in the town and none of it was good. A drunk, he had lost most the family farm to his gambling and other vices. None knew where Mrs. Peters had taken off to. Deb looked back to Doug. “I didn’t expect there to be another,” she said shortly.

“Ah, shut it, this is my pa’s farm, where’d you expect him to be?”

Deb gulped as she looked back to the old man. She did not like the look in his eyes, the way he was staring at her, looking her up and down. Doug suddenly snatched the keys from her hand. “Hey,” she protested.

“Enough already,” he pushed her toward the house. “We’ve been waiting two long weeks now, get yourself inside.”

“Now you look here, I’ve been good enough to come here.”

“Yeah, whatever… You didn’t want the town seeing you plugged by your dog, now get your ass inside!” Doug again threatened.

Deb shivered at his words. She could hear his dad laughing at this from the porch, he had obviously told him. Deb was flooded with regret, she should have run for it while she had the chance. Her eyes trailed down to her keys, they were clasped tightly in Doug’s fist. Too late. Doug shoved her again, nearly tripping her over. “Enough already! I’m going,” she yelled at him.

Deb caught her balance and slowly began making her way up the worn path that lead to the steps of the front porch. She kept her eyes down, she couldn’t bear to look at Doug’s dad. She could feel the weight of his gaze on her though. Doug followed closely behind her. Deb had no more than reached the porch when a third came out the doorway – an older version of Doug, his older brother obviously. Deb gulped, the three Peters men looked just as sinister as the next. She was in serious trouble.

“This be Jason’s mom, Doug’s been tellin’ us ’bout?” Bill Peters asked, looking her over warily.

“Sho’ is,” Doug’s older brother said excitedly, “Sho’ is!”

“Howdy,” old man Peters said cheerfully. “Mighty glad to have ya, been-a long time!”

Deb froze in her tracks at the bottom of the steps. She was shaking. That voice, that face, it all came rushing back to her now. She had known the name but it had been so long, nearly two decades. She had only just begun working at Frank’s law firm at the time. As long as it had been, she remembered the case, nevertheless it was her first experience at the injustice that can be had with a good enough lawyer. One of Frank’s clients had sued this farmer. It was a frivolous lawsuit, but Frank was a good lawyer, one of the best. The farmer had lost just about everything, he had come by the office steaming mad, and they had him arrested for it. Bill Peters had aged a great deal since then.

How could she have been so stupid! Her mind was freaking.

“I said howdy, Mrs. Brady. Seems you’ve gotten yerself into a little sit-chi-action with my boy here,” he laughed. “Funny how life has its ways. No reason for us to be standing out here, gettin’ dark… Why don’t you come on in?”

Deb’s mind again screamed for her to run, but run where? She was in the middle of nowhere and Doug had her keys. As if she were a mindless zombie, her feet led her forward, up the stairs, on into the dungeon – into the Peters’ house. The house stunk. A mixture of mould, rotting trash, and urine invaded her nose. Garbage was everywhere. Dirty laundry and dishes filled in the gaps. “Been a long time since this house’s had a woman’s touch,” Bill said.

Something about that caught Deb’s attention. She looked around the living room, unsure now of what to do. Doug and his brother trailed in and Doug shut the door behind himself. “Hell, been almost twenty years since Mrs. Peters left us,” he admitted with a stiff lip.

That brought to two the number of women Deb had helped to drive off and families she’d scarred. Bill stared long and hard at her. Deb was at a loss. “Don’t remember me then?” He asked, eyeing her carefully.

“No, I…” She began, but then gave up, fidgeting where she stood.

“Good,” Bill smiled widely. “You’ve got to know my youngest pretty well, I’ve heard,” he toyed with her, “This here be my oldest, Bubba.” He pointed to Bubba who smiled at her yellow teeth. “Now then, if yer to stay with us, we’ll need to cover a few ground rules.”

Deb guffawed. “Uh, excuse me… Stay with you?”

Bill smiled and looked to his son. “Yep, got yer sweet lil ass for a week, don’t we?” Bill asked. Doug nodded in confirmation. Deb nearly fainted. Doug’s brother stepped forward and grabbed her roughly by the arm, holding her upright.”Looketcha, all prim an’ proper like. Been livin’ the good life with tha’ big shot lawyer. Done gone and forgot ’bout us little folk you’ve walked all over and cheated!”

“Mr. Peters, you have to believe me, I had no part… I-I… can’t… There’s been a misunderstanding, I h-have to go,” she said, absolutely terrified.

“Hogswallup! But don’tcha go frettin’. Ain’t no hard feelings. We gun’ take good care of ya!”

Deb was speechless. Her knees were shaking.

“Now! First things first, this ain’t no vacation – you expect to get a roof ova’ yer head and food in ya belly, you’ll be expected to carry yer own weight ’round her’ and do as yer told. The place is needin’ a woman’s touch. The boys found a nice lil outfit fer ya ta do yer work in,” he then signalled to Doug.

Doug hurried off down the hallway, apparently to fetch whatever it was that his Pa was talking about. Deb wanted to protest, but her speech had still not returned. A frog was caught in her throat. Bill and Bubba both stared hard up and down her curved body in anticipation of what was to come. Deb’s head was reeling. What the hell was going on, she wondered?

Doug was right back, holding an old flowered wad of cloth in his hands. He threw it at her and she caught it. She held it out in front of herself and let in unfurl. At first she thought it was a dress, but no, it was an old apron with frills stitched about the edges. It smelled of mothballs. It reminded Deb of something from a fifties sitcom, and could easily have been older.

“Nice, eh? Good for housework,” Doug said and smirked at her, “Picked it out myself!”

“Go on, get changed,” Bill instructed her.

Changed? Deb was confused. She straightened out the apron and started to slip it over her head.

“No… I said changed. All you’ll need be wearing here is that apron, and that’s only cus I’d hate to see ya get that pretty skin of yers burned in the kitchen. Otherwise, you won’t be needin’ nothin,” old Bill said.

“Huh?” Deb asked stupidly. Her eyes narrowed in on him. She looked from old Bill to Bubba to Doug – his stupid smirk, oh how she despised him! She should have known better than to come here. “Where’s the bathroom?” She asked shortly.

“Ain’t no need.”

“I can’t use the bathroom?” She said nastily.

“There’ll be none of that,” old Bill almost yelled. “You’ll get changed right her’. You’ll do just as yer told, right when yer told, iffin’ you know what’s good fer ya.”

Doug and his brother cracked up at this. Deb rolled her eyes and gritted her teeth, but she did not doubt him and was not eager to push him. This would be the least of her worries. Without another word she dropped the apron to the floor and then angrily grabbed the bottom of her shirt and ripped it up over her head, tossing it aside. Doug and his brother immediately fell silent. All of their eyes fell to her breasts.

Deb then reached back and undid the clasp of her bra. Holding her arms out she allowed the straps to slide down her arms and then let the bra fall to the floor. She then used her feet, stepping first on one heel, then the other she slid her feet from her shoes and kicked them aside as well.

Glaring at Doug, she then unbuttoned her jeans and pushed them to the floor, shortly followed by her panties. She picked back up the apron. Deb then once again ducked her head under the apron’s strap and pulled it down around her neck and let it unfurl down her body. The top of the apron barely reached her tits and it hung only about half way down her thighs. She grabbed it by its sides and pulled the two strings back behind her and tied them together in a knot. The excess string dangled down onto her bare ass.

Then, as if playing along, Deb held out her arms and spun around, as if modelling it for them. “Happy?” She asked grumpily.

They were too busy drooling on themselves to answer. Doug’s brother finally managed to nod.

“Now ain’t that a sight,” old Bill said, clapping his hands together joyfully.

“Now then, like I said, you wanna get out of here unharmed and without Doug there sending out them nasty videos, you’ll do exactly as yer told, by any one of us. Now… We gotta game to watch.” Both of his sons seemed disappointed with this. “Be plenty of time for that,” he winked to his sons.

“I’m hungry. You best get started on fixin’ us some grub, but first, bring us a beer,” Bill ordered her as his servant.

Easy enough. Deb stomped off towards the kitchen, shaking her head. All watched her ass wiggle back and forth as she went. A few moments later she returned with three cans of beer in her hands. The three Peters had all cleared a seat for themselves and had a game turned on the tube.

“Dammit!” Bill cursed as she handed it to him. “You ain’t worth a shit? Bes’ have them beers cracked open when you fetch me one!”

Deb rolled her eyes, but cracked open his beer nonetheless. Bill was smiling widely. He was obviously enjoying himself. Deb continued on, opening Bubba’s beer for him and then Doug’s. As she turned around to head back to the kitchen, she shrieked and leapt into the air as Doug just pinched her bare ass hard.

“You little…” she began to threaten as she slapped away Doug’s hand, but Mr. Peters jumped up from his seat.

“Won’t be no back talk from you, misses. Done told ya you’ll be doin’ as yer told. But I reckon you’ll want to learn the hard way. Now bend yer lil ass over that sofa there,” Bill ordered.

He pointed to the cluttered couch, which Doug was sitting on. Both Doug and Bubba were trying to keep themselves from cracking up laughing. Deb was in shock, she stood wide eyed at Bill as he fished out an old leather belt from another pile. What game was he playing with her? “The sofa,” he again threatened her.

Deb jumped to action and hurried over to the sofa and leaned over it. What was he doing? She looked back scared. Bill walked up right behind her, and said, “You’ll learn to mind like a good lil bitch.” With that: SMACK. He brought a leather belt across her bare ass. Deb wailed in pain. SMACK – he spanked her with it again. Two large, red whelps traced across her butt. “Now you gonna mind us?” He yelled at her.

“Y-yes,” she murmured through sobs, but not fast enough.

SMACK!

Deb cried out in pain. “YES! YES! Whatever you want!”

Bill gave her one last strap for good measure. Tears ran down her cheeks in a flood. “Good. Now get yer lil ass in that kitchen, I’m damn near starving.”

Deb certainly didn’t need to be told twice this time. She scurried off, rubbing her poor ass as she went. All three cracked up laughing behind her.

Wasn’t long thereafter that the delicious smell of a home cooked meal beckoned the three deviants in from the living room. They were admittedly surprised by what they saw. Deb never could work in a dirty kitchen. The once perpetually dirty wooden dining table was cleared and wiped down. A stack of clean dishes sat drying on a clean counter top. Several bags of trash sat waiting to be taken out by the back door. The stink of the house was covered up by the delicious smelling meal issuing from the stove.

Deb was at the stove, stirring the ground meat in a skillet while another pot of boiling noodles billowed beside her. At first the three stared dumbfounded at one another, not used to such a treat.

“Now will you look at that,” Bill said, looking at her ass as she worked the stove, “not sure I’ve ever seen somethin’ so fine!”

She still bore the marks of her previous punishment. Deb did not bother turning around, but kept her head down and focused on the meat. She heard him walk up behind her. Her anxiety built with his every step.

“Smells mighty fine,” he said, now close to her ear. Deb winced as he shoved his hand right between her legs. She winced with his rough touch. “Yeah, I think this will work out just fine,” he said, forcing his finger into her. He worked it back and forth, forcing it deeper each time. Like it or not, Deb’s pussy wasn’t exactly dry. “How does it taste?”

He pulled his finger out and he reached it around her, holding it at her face. Deb took a deep breath before she opened her mouth and swallowed his awaiting finger, coated with her pussy juices. She slowly pulled her lips back off it.

“Well?”

“Sweet,” she said.

Even Deb felt surprised by her prompt answer. All three chuckled at this. “Yeah, boys, this is gonna be fun!”

Bill abandoned her and took his seat at the head of the table. His son’s joined him. While they watched her carefully, Deb served their plates first and then began to fix her own. “No,” he interrupted her, “We don’t eat with the help. You’ll get yers in a bit.”

He began to dig into his plate. Unsure of what to do, Deb continued straightening up, waiting for them to finish. She really didn’t care, she didn’t have much of an appetite anyways. They ate hurriedly without her. Finally finishing up, Mr. Peters pushed his empty plate away and leaned back in his chair.

“So, my boy tells me you suck a mean cock,” he said unabashedly.

Any normal lady should have been insulted by this, but this certainly wasn’t a normal situation and his vulgarity came as no surprise to her. Deb simply shrugged her shoulders. Her heart rate did pick up a bit though as she could surmise where this was going. “Well, let’s see it then, all this work, ya must be hungry, gotta nice little snack saved up for ya,” Bill said and grinned widely at her.

Again, what should have shocked her was of no surprise. Doug’s brother seemed a bit shocked, but Doug and his father only smirked. “Well, come on then, it’s getting cold! Do I need to get the belt?” Bill said impatiently, shifting further back in his chair.

Deb noticed for the first time that it was actually coiled up on the table beside him.

“Aren’t you gonna? Oh… Never mind,” she said to herself as she started toward him.

Without any further instruction she dropped right down to her knees between his legs. She reached out and folded back the flap of his overalls that covered the zipper and pulled the zipper down. There wasn’t too much room to work with but she managed to get her fingers in and fish out his soft penis. It was big. Really big, even though it was still soft.

She instantly regretted it but she couldn’t help glancing up at him. He was staring back down at her, an evil look in his eyes and a sneer across his face. Deb immediately looked back down and began lowering her mouth to his cock.

It smelled awful, a mixture of piss, musk and sweat. She tried her best to hold her breath as she wrapped her lips about it. His skin was salty. No telling when the last time he bathed. She sucked him hard nonetheless, stretching out his cock as she pulled her face back away. She quickly dove back down, allowing his now rapidly growing cock to reach into the back of her throat. She couldn’t help it, she was a perfectionist. If she was going to do something, it was going to be her best. A few more bobs of her head and Bill’s cock swelled to its full potential. She could hardly fit half of it comfortably within her mouth. Grasping it tightly about the base, Deb held it upright as she worked faster up and down it.

Old Bill moaned loudly. It had been a long time since he had had anything more than his fist wrapped around his cock, and Deb’s warm mouth was driving him wild. He stirred in his seat as she rolled her tongue about the head of his dick. He couldn’t stand it. He grabbed a fist full of Deb’s hair and slammed her face down into his lap. Deb loosed a muffled scream from the sudden assault, but was choked short. She released his cock and clenched and beat at his thighs as Bill began slamming her head up and down on his shaft as he thrust his ass up from his seat, driving his cock even further into Deb’s throat.

At least for Deb’s sake, he didn’t last long. Bill tensed up, lifting his butt he pressed her head down as hard as he could, crushing her face into his groin as he groaned and loosed his hot cum right down her throat.

“Damn!” He moaned, shooting spurt after spurt.

He paid no heed to Deb’s futile attempt to break his grip on her, not until his balls were empty. Bill finally let her go, collapsing himself back into his seat half dazed. Deb fell over to the side, coughing and wheezing for air, choking back up large wads of cum. She would not be allowed to rest.

Someone pulled at her apron strings and it fell from her body. They pulled the strap about her neck up over her head. Then Doug and Bubba grabbed her by either side and hoisted her up and bent her over the table. She had not been able to recover enough to realize exactly what was happening or put up any resistance – not like it would have made a difference anyways.

“She’s your bitch, why don’t you break her in,” she heard Bill say, standing up from his seat.

Doug wasted no time unbuttoning his own pants and fishing out is already hard cock. He stepped right up behind her and lined his cock up with slit. Her pussy was already drenched, which worked in her favour as Doug plunged right in. He thrust hard and violently right from the get go. Deb clenched and clawed at the table. She reached back and spread open her cheeks, trying to ease the pain from his rushed assault. She cried loudly with each of his thrusts. It did not take long for her to forget how much she loathed this bastard or even that it was he that was fucking her. Like a spindle used to create a fire, his dick ignited a blaze in her pussy. She bit at her lip in a futile attempt to quite her moans of pleasure.

Just as her climax was beginning to build, however, Doug thrust hard into her and held himself there, readied to cum in her.

“No!” Bill took the word right out of her mouth, though for a different reason. “Cum in the whore’s mouth, I know she’s hungry.”

Doug barely made it. He scrambled around the table just in time to grab a handful of her hair and yank her face to his throbbing cock. A rope of it erupted and spread itself from one cheek, across her open mouth to her other cheek. Doug plunged it into her waiting mouth and he began to pump his hips back and forth, face fucking her, he released the rest of his load in her mouth. Some dribbled out the edge of her mouth, but Deb swallowed, all she could, obediently.

Before Doug was done cumming in her mouth. Bubba stepped up between her still open legs and sunk his cock in. Deb welcomed it, she needed to cum. Hopes of a climax were soon crushed though, as the inexperienced Bubba lasted only a matter of seconds before he had to push his brother out of the way to get into her mouth. The third load of the night was emptied into her waiting mouth.

All Deb could taste was the sour, bitter flavour of cum as it coated every corner of her mouth. The warm liquid slowly made its way down her throat. Globs of it were spread across her face. She had never been a fan of cum, but there was something about it now, being so helpless, at their mercy, being fed cum to survive. She savoured it, toying with the wads within her mouth, pushing the back and forth across her tongue before she swallowed it.

She was slipping. Her pussy was frothing. She needed to cum. They had just been toying with her. She had already been with all three of them, but each had fallen short of giving her what she needed, each only interested in hurrying to get their own. She could hear them discussing her, but it was all just background noise.

“Go get Sam, I gotta see this,” Deb heard Bill tell one of his sons. She was writhing atop the table, rubbing her hands across her naked body, massaging her breasts, teasing her pussy. “Come on, get off there, on the ground, bitch” Bill ordered her.

She wasn’t exactly paying attention to him, but even still, he hardly gave her a chance to obey him before he grabbed and yanked her off the table. Deb was only just able to catch herself from completely crashing to the floor.

“On yer knees!” Old Bill demanded.

Deb scrambled over onto her knees as told, and began moving towards his crotch but he slapped her away.

“There’ll be plenty of time for that. You just get on yer hands and knees and don’t get off em till I tell ya or you’ll be sorry, understand?”

Deb nodded as she lowered herself onto her hands as well. As she bent over, her soaked pussy opened to the cool air. He teased her wanton sex. She waddled her rear in the air, waiting for one of them to come up behind her and take her. She needed something inside her.

But neither moved. They only stood smiling, waiting. She heard the back door open then slam closed. She heard the click of claws on the hardwood floor. She looked back over her shoulder to see a large beast of a dog dragging Doug behind him. You couldn’t recognise any breed in him, he was a full blooded mutt. He was in his prime, though, and obviously very powerful as Doug could hardly control him as he struggled to keep hold of the dog’s collar. Seeing Deb knelt on the floor, he was struggling to get at her.

Deb instinctively lunged forward in an attempt to escape the charging animal. She had hardly made it off her knees, however when out of nowhere an open palm struck her hard across the face. Deb crashed back the floor. “I told ya, yer not to leave yer hands and knees till I tell ya,” Bill again warned her. “Now get back up on ’em… NOW!”

Deb remained lying on the floor. Her senses were only just coming back to her, which was no subtle blow. “Get up,” old Bill again shouted at her.

Deb had subjugated herself to a lot, but this was asking too much. “Please…” she looked up with watery eyes, “I’ll do anything – anything – just not this, not a dog,” she said crying.

“Ah, shut it, you’ve already fucked one, and I’m gonna see it with my own two eyes! Now get up, on yer knees!”

Deb couldn’t speak, she was choked, but she made no attempt to get up and only shook her head in refusal. Bill scowled and immediately charged at her. Deb cried out as he forcefully grabbed her by her hair and hauled her up to her knees. There was nothing she could do to stop him. She clawed at his grasp on her, but it was futile. “Alright, let him go.”

Smiling, Doug let go of the dog. Sam rushed right for her. The dog was so over excited it sounded like a stampede coming for her. Deb braced for impact.

Instead of immediately pouncing on her as she expected, the dog instead jammed his cold, wet nose into her sex. Deb again lunged forward, but old Bill was still holding her tight.

“Oh!” Deb moaned as Sam’s tongue swept across her exposed pussy.

She froze in place. The dog apparently liked what he tasted as he then began lapping at it feverishly. Deb again moaned loudly as the dog’s tongue broke between her pussy lips and attacked her clit and hole. She couldn’t help it, her hips rolled and writhed from his assault. His tongue was wide and smooth.

“Oh god,” she cried aloud, unable to control herself.

The wide girth and length of his large tongue hit every part of her sex, from her clit to the tiny bud of her ass. It was overwhelming. He worked his tongue fast, faster than any ever had on her. Though she struggled to calm the rapidly rising storm, her attempts were hollow. There was not taming it, there was no stopping it. The remnants of the fire, she felt earlier came roaring back.

“Fuck!” Deb said, releasing Bill’s hand and beat her fist upon the ground.

She pressed her rear back into the dog’s lapping tongue as he zoned in on her leaking hole. Deb forgot all about Bill’s tight grip on her. She forgot that that amazing tongue belonged to a dog. She forgot herself. The heat and wanton desire of it all overshadowed everything else. It was apparently all overwhelming for the guys too. They were all massaging their rock hard cocks. Bill could take no more.

“Come on, mount up, boy,” Bill encouraged his dog, tapping Deb on her rear.

“Ugh,” Deb grumbled as the dog looked up, unsure of what his master was commanding of him.

He paced and whined excitedly. Sam barked at him. “Come on, boy, it’s okay, mount up, getcha some of this fine pussy!”

Bill released his grip on Deb and again patted Deb’s ass in an attempt to goad on his dog. No one was really paying any attention to Deb as all eyes were on Sam to see what he would do, but Deb was frozen still, her head hung with her hair hiding her face. They probably thought she was just too afraid to disobey again.

Sam leapt up. “Ugh!” Deb grunted as the weight of the dog came down atop her.

She again cried out as he clawed at her hips, but she made no attempt at escape. Instead, she braced herself as Sam adjusted himself up her, his haunches already humping at her rear. He managed to wrap her hips tightly within his forelegs, but he jabbed aimlessly at her. All watched in awe. It was so tense you could have cut it with a knife, but after a few failed attempts, Sam dismounted and immediately began lapping at Deb’s pussy once again. Deb moaned loudly with his fresh assault. By this point her juices were pouring down her legs. Her pussy was on fire.

“You see that?” Bubba asked his brother, pointing below the dog.

Doug smiled. “What? Sam wants him some pussy!”

The head of the dog’s red racer was extended out its sheath. Deb was moaning loudest yet when without warning Sam leapt up once more, remounting his bitch. He added fresh red scratches to her hips. With each thrust he shifted himself ever closer to her sex. The anticipation was almost too much. Deb jumped forward, but she didn’t go far as Sam had her tight in his grasp. His cock had just made contact with her. He was hot, searing hot. The red meat burned her sensitive flesh. Jets of clear liquid were already spurting from the tip of his cock, joining the pussy juices and saliva that was spread across her.

Try as he may, his cock jabbed aimlessly at her. But Deb was not herself and by this point needed it, dog or no, she needed a hot cock inside her. Deb squeezed her eyes closed tight, and to everyone’s utter surprise, she reached back beneath her and took hold of Sam’s slick cock and guided it towards her foaming pussy.

“Oh god… Fuck!” Deb moaned as the tempered head of the dog’s cock sunk into her.

Sam grasped her even tighter as his hips flexed driving more and more of it into her. Sam whined loudly as his bitches hot, wet pussy welcomed him in. He had buried little more than half of it inside of her when his animal instincts kicked in. With a burst of energy, Sam loosed the most vicious assault on her imaginable. Her moans were silenced as the air was knocked from her by the sheer force of it. The dog’s cock pistoned in and out of her at lightning speed. Only a jack hammer could have worked faster. Deb’s prolonged moans were rattled in step with each of his thrusts. Red flashed in and out behind her. It represented the fire ablaze in her pussy.

“Oohhuuhhohhhuh…” she rambled. “FU-UH-CK… F-FUCK M-MEEE!”

The dog was huge, filling her completely. Her blind stupor was interrupted, however when she felt something more begin to bang up again her entrance. She instantly remembered her time before, but the memory was hazy. Some type of bulge slipped past her a few times, teasing her spot, soaring her coming orgasm, but it wasn’t long before the knot grew too large.

“W-What is he… ST-O-OP H-HIM!” She pleaded as the dog rocked her back and forth.

The large knot had become stalled outside her hole, but the dog was trying with all his might to force it into her. A shot of severe pain coursed through her. The dog was now trying to knot his bitch and the enormous bulge was not going to fit easily into her tight pussy. All three shifted around to see what she was wailing about. They looked just in time as the huge red knot disappeared into her.

Deb groaned the loudest yet as her hole opened up just enough to accept him. And just like that, her orgasm erupted. Deb howled like a true bitch as the dog knotted her and began pumping his seed into her. Sam hunched tightly atop her, now held still, but his cock was throbbing.

Deb’s climax soared ever higher as the dog’s hot cum blasted against her walls. Deb was lost. She had no idea old Bill was pumping madly at his own cock until he grabbed a fist full of her hair and pulled her hung head up to face him. A rope of white cum erupted and struck her across the face. Bill tensed up again and sent another two across her nose and cheek, across her brow and eye before jamming his cock into her mouth to let out the last bit dribble out across her tongue. Sam was still busy emptying his dog cum into her womb.

Bill pulled his now softening cock from her mouth to make way for his two eager sons. They both hurried up to either side of her face. Doug took hold of her hair to keep her facing up as they both began cumming on her face. Then Doug forced his cock into her mouth to be sucked dry, followed immediately by Bubba. Sam was still cumming in her. Beads of his runny semen were leaking from her pussy, falling to the floor. Satiated, the boys stood back once more to watch. Deb’s cum coated face hung down again and she panted from being over worked. Strands of her hair were stuck to her face in the wads.

It seemed like forever, but eventually Sam came all he could and without warning lifted himself from Deb’s back and dismounted. Deb grunted however, as Sam tugged at her. He had dismounted, but Deb’s pussy had not let go his cock. He was stuck inside her. All three guys erupted with laughter at this.

Sam whined, done with his bitch he was eager to get away. He tugged again and again, practically dragging Deb behind him. She cried out loudly in pain until with a loud pop, the dog’s cock suddenly slipped from her pussy. A torrent of cum followed it out, splashing onto the floor. Again the three Peters erupted with laughter.

“Holy shit!” Bubba exhaled in astonishment.

A continuous stream kept flowing from her gaping pussy. They all saw for the first time the enormous tool that Sam had just thrashed Deb with. It was huge. The veiny red piece of meat, though pointed at the tip, as far wider and longer than any of theirs, and at its base was a huge knot, easily larger than a tennis ball. How had he possibly fit that inside her? Sam meanwhile reached his head back to lick his cock clean.

“Ah, good boy, you don’t have to do that, that’s why we got you a bitch,” old Bill stepped forward to pull his dog back by the collar. “Bitch,” he called Deb. “Get over here and suck him clean.”

Deb did not acknowledge him. She was still on her hands and knees, head hanging, panting, leaking, where Sam had left her. Doug jumped to action though, and grabbing her once again by the hair, he led her as if it were a leash over on her hands and knees to the side of the dog. “Suck it,” Bill ordered her.

Looking a bit pathetic with her face covered with ropes of cum, she held her lips taut and shook her head no. Doug gave her head a jolt in response, still having her tight by the hair. “Suck him, bitch” Doug yelled at her, pushing her face down below his belly, up against his hanging dog cock.

Deb maintained her refusal, keeping her lips shut tight, she also squeezed her eyes closed, unable to look at the beast’s threatening cock. Bubba came to help, fetching the belt, he strapped the unsuspecting Deb hard across the rear. She cried out, but still refused. Again and again he brought the leather belt across her reddened ass until she finally relented and begged for him to stop. Tears streaked down her cheeks, meshing with the drying cum.

Hesitantly, with Doug still forcing her face up against the Dog’s cock, Deb opened her mouth and stuck out her tongue, sampling it. Deb reluctantly ran the tip of her tongue up and down the length of his cock. She could taste the sweetness of her pussy juices and the sour flavour of his cum on it.

“Go on, suck him,” Doug forced her face back down to where her mouth was at the tip of Sam’s cock.

Bubba gave her another lash of the belt for good measure. Bill chuckled at this. Deb slowly opened her mouth wider, allowing the animal’s pointed tip to enter between her lips. Wasn’t so bad, nothing she hadn’t tasted before? It was more the idea of sucking a dog’s cock than anything. She dared not open her eyes less she lose her nerve, and she knew these ‘animals’ wouldn’t let her quit.

The speared tip brushed against her tongue. A bead of sour cum ran across it. Deb’s lips closed about its head. His cock was hot. The dog whined again as her wet mouth sucked his sensitive cock in. Deb couldn’t believe it, as much as he had already emptied in her pussy, his cock soon began spurting quick jets of thin cum into her mouth. It had the tinge of sourness, but was watery and easily swallowed. This wasn’t nearly as bad as she had feared, in fact, far better than her initial experience sucking Bill. Deb sucked him deeper into her mouth.

Bubba couldn’t stand it. As Deb bobbed back and forth on Sam’s cock, Bubba moved up behind her and sunk his throbbing cock into her now well used pussy. Deb moaned loudly about the dog’s cock as Bubba quickly picked up the pace. Swallow as fast as she could, she could not keep up with Sam’ production and streams of it drooled out across her chin and onto the floor. Bubba finally tensed up, and added his cum with the dogs, deep in her pussy. Doug and Bill would soon follow him, bringing Deb to another mind shattering orgasm and leading to her unconsciousness.

The End.

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