Rich Bitch
By alcaira
Susan kept to herself for several days. She even managed to evade her father and the rest of the family that would have asked unbearable questions if they had seen her scratches. She missed lounging by the pool and tanning herself in her micro-bikini. Her self-exile in her room, to escape the dog’s inflicted injuries to her semi-tanned skin from being detected, wore on her more and more as the hours passed.
Three days passed before she felt well enough to venture forth. When she did, she found a pawn shop that wasn’t too particular in the state identification process and she was able to buy a gun. She knew very little about guns and the shop owner sold her a small 22 pistol. She hadn’t told him what she had planned for it; she simply mentioned that it was for… personal protection.
After Susan left the shop she tried to find a secluded place to shoot her new acquisition. She had to drive over thirty miles, but eventually found a small dirt road that leads to nowhere. On the bank of a small ravine, she finally came to a stop. Feeling fairly safe, she got out of her red Mustang and went down the embankment.
On the flat area below she found several bottles that looked as though they had been there for at least a year. She set them up and then backed away from them about twenty yards. It took a bit, but she eventually got the small revolver loaded. She took aim and fired the gun at the end target. She knew that she had it in her sights and the kick of the gun was negligible, but when all was said and done the only result that she saw was a plume of dust; several feet beyond the intended victim.
“Damn it!” Susan swore and then aimed again. She held the gun in both hands and emptied it at the bottle, but when the dust cleared this time the drinking vessel was still intact. “Son of a bitch,” She swore again; and then reloaded the weapon again after dumping the spent shells on the ground.
Susan looked at her targets again while chewing gently on her bottom lip. “The sons a bitch won’t be that far away. And they’re a lot bigger.” She mused. She then moved closer and aimed again. When she fired this time she was only ten feet away from the bottle.
When the young blonde saw the glass container shatter this time she felt vindicated. She took aim at the next target and pulled the trigger again. The dirt flew up behind the bottle so she fired again. Once more the glass flew apart. She fired the rest of the bullets and managed to hit one more container. She sighed wearily.
Susan loaded the gun again while rationalizing in her mind that the dogs were bigger and they might be even closer to her when she fired. In her mind’s eye, she pictured herself shooting both of the animals as they tried to slowly move closer to her. “I’ll get you… this time,” she hissed.
By the time Susan got into her Mustang, the sun was two hours from setting. She figured that she had just enough time to get to the new subdivision before it got dark. Her estimate of time available to get to her destination was quite fair. She arrived at the place of her last attack right when she expected to get there.
Susan pulled into the short drive near the fence and looked around carefully. She wasn’t going to get caught like she did last time. She scanned the area and then waited; she did this several times. She continued this tactic until she saw movement down the drive a bit. She smiled as she saw the two mongrels that had violated her.
With utmost stealth, Susan exited her vehicle. She kept her eyes on the dogs the whole time. She would outsmart them this time, and she would have her revenge. She patted her pocket and made sure that the gun was there before she walked quietly to the gate and opened it. As she stepped through the gate she turned her head for only a second to be sure that no one was taking interest in what she was doing. She then locked her eyes on the damn beasts once more and advanced with the .22 pistol leading the way.
Susan was slowly cutting the distance between her and the intended targets. They continued to slowly amble their way toward the new structure that was being built on this particular property. She moved quietly and became more and more excited as the striking point diminished. The assholes don’t even know I’m here yet, she thought to herself. They’ll be dead before they even know what hit them.
By the time Susan moved close enough to the dogs to be sure of her shots, she began to wonder if they were deaf. She couldn’t even see her car at the moment, but it didn’t matter. She had these bastards dead to rights. She was just about to pull the trigger and shoot the first animal in the back when the pair stopped walking and slowly turned.
I’ll teach you assholes to rape me, she thought angrily. Then she tried to fire the first shot with her sights set squarely on the left dog’s forehead. She was concentrating so heavily on her intended target that she never even saw the animal to her right until a split second before the firearm discharged. She saw the bullet strike the dirt next to the beast, as the gun went flying out of her hand.
Susan felt a cold chill run down her spine as she pulled her hand back and saw the tooth marks of the dog that had foiled her aim, and caused her to drop the weapon. She tried to turn and run, but it was useless. The two animals that she had tracked were on her in an instant.
The young blonde hit the ground and tried to fight off her attackers, but it was hopeless. She screamed as loudly as possible, but her cry for help was swiftly stifled as one of the dogs grabbed her by the throat. She thought her life was over at that moment, but the animal only held on hard enough and long enough to silence her.
Susan fell silent, and the dog backed off just enough to place his teeth only inches from her face. The second dog moved in and did the same only from the other side. The first animal, then stopped growling just long enough to snag her blouse, pull on it, and then growl again. The message was obvious; they wanted her to remove her clothes.
“You bastards!” she hissed, but she knew that they would bite her if she didn’t cooperate.
She knew that they were going to rape her again, and she didn’t need a hundred more wounds to try to hide. She was going to have to submit to their demands once more.
Susan began to slowly remove her clothes. She took off her blouse first and then her pants. Her bra was next and then she sat to remove her panties. She was just about to assume the hands and knees position when the animal that had raped her that first night got between her legs and began licking her vaginal slit. “I wish I had the clap and could give it to you,” She said at the dog as he burrowed his tongue into her as deeply as possible.
Time seemed to pass slowly, but as someone famous once said, ‘It was all relative’. It seemed like the dog licked her for hours before Susan orgasmed, but it was only ten minutes. The whole act disgusted her, but by the time she climaxed she had opened her legs for him even wider and tilted her pelvis up so that he would be able to eat her better. Her actions were totally subconscious.
When Susan’s first orgasm ebbed, she found the animal looking at her, and she knew what he wanted next. “I hate you bastards,” She hissed, as she got on her knees and assumed the doggy position.
The words were barely out of her mouth before she felt the dog mount her and begin searching for her pussy with his cock.
“Ouch… ouch… ouch… Damn, that hurts you jackass,” she yelled as his hot shaft pounded the tender pink area between her vaginal slit and her tiny rosebud. “Why don’t you… Ohhh…”
The dog’s pointed lance sliced into her deeply as he finally hit the right spot. It didn’t take long before he was in her up to his knot. Once he was in her satisfactorily, he cut loose from there. If it hadn’t been for her climactic juices and his continually spraying precum her vaginal tube would have picked up blisters from the heat that would have been generated.
Susan’s coherent verbiage fell to the wayside as the animal within her pounded her senseless. All that was able to form were grunts and groans as he pumped her into her next climax. She did manage two coherent words. “Oh… shit!” she gasped, as his knot entered her, and then the grunts and groans returned.
It wasn’t until her third orgasm that she got a reprieve. Her climax hit her and she felt his sperm shoot into her. She knew that his semen would be with her for days.
The young blonde tried to relax as much as possible, and not think of her predicament. She knelt there for fifteen minutes after her orgasm had subsided until the mangy mutt was able to pull his cock out of her pussy. The interval between the first animal and the second lasted only seconds. Her vagina didn’t even have time to close before she was invaded by the next beast.
Susan began to grunt again as soon as the next dog entered her. He had her every bit as deep as the first animal; if not deeper. His knot began pushing her vaginal lips open after a few minutes of fucking, and when he did set his knot he didn’t slow down as the other one had.
This was the second time this dog had this particular bitch, and he was really beginning to acquire a taste for her. She was better than any female he had ever fucked before, and he wanted her to know it. He hadn’t planned on setting his knot right away, but now that it was there he was going to make the best of it. He set a pace every bit as fast as his friend had, and he tried his damnedest to maintain it.
Susan could do nothing but a grunt, groan and pant as she received the pounding that she was receiving from this dog. Each thrust jammed the hard shaft that was in her brutally against the bottom of her vaginal tube. The impact of his cock caused her insides to be jostled about over and over, and his knot continually rubbed her G-spot. She could feel her fourth orgasm approaching her with the speed of a jet plane, and the weight of a freight train. It slammed into her mercilessly and before it was over she could barely stay on her hand. The one consolation was that she felt the dog spraying his seed into her. All she had to do now was wait for him to pull out of her.
Twenty minutes passed, and Susan had regained a little strength. The animal that was tied to her had turned to the side and they were now locked together butt to butt. She shuddered at the grossness of it, but there was nothing she could do. She couldn’t even scream for help. The shame of being found with a dog’s cock in her was something she simply didn’t want to bear. She breathed a sigh when the beast pulled free of her.
Susan tried to get up, thinking her ordeal was over. She managed to get one foot under her before she was confronted by another dog. “No…,” She groaned.
She had forgotten about the third member of the pack. She returned to her submissive position and awaited yet another round of vicious fucking.
The animal started by licking her from vaginal slit to asshole and she detested it. “Cut it out, you Bastard, and just get it over!” she yelled at him.
Her plea had no effect on him whatsoever, and it was another five minutes before he mounted her.
Susan looked back quickly when the licking stopped and she braced herself just in time. The dog’s weight came down on her and it surprised her because he was heavier than either of the first two. The animal began thrusting his cock at her almost immediately and after two heavy blows to her already tender bottom, the mutt found what he was looking for. “Damn!” she swore for about the umpteenth time before the brutal pounding began again.
Grunts and groans became her vocal output once more as the dog buried his hard hot shaft in her to the uttermost of her physical limits. Once more her internal organs were pushed out-of-the-way to accommodate his advances, and then spring back into place as he retreated slightly. Her whole body was beginning to respond to the fucking she was getting. The speed wasn’t there, but the force seemed greater; even her firm perky tits were jiggling from the impact of it all.
Susan’s arms finally gave out and she slumped forward onto her elbows. Another orgasm claimed her, and the beast continued to fuck her over and over. She thought it would never end. She felt the dog slow and then pull back a bit. She wondered if he had cum in her and she didn’t feel it, but in the next second, he advanced into her again. Only this time he entered her a little different.
“Oh god, oh god, oh… god…,” she exclaimed, as she felt his cock punch through her cervical opening and into her uterus.
She knew her anatomy and she knew exactly where he had his cock crammed into her body. “Damn you, dog. Just because you stuck your cock there doesn’t mean you’re going to make me pregnant, you asshole. God damn… Ohhh”
The dog was trying his damnedest to impregnate her, and he would have succeeded if interspecies mating were really possible, but the sad fact was that their DNA did not match. It didn’t keep him from trying though. Once he had his knot locked in her he pumped her full of his sperm. He had plenty of it to share with her because it had been several months since he had fucked his last bitch. Load after load of his potent puppy makers were swimming in her deeper than anything else had ever been.
Susan murmured with each spurt of fluid that he shot into her. And it was several minutes before he stopped. She was so out of it by then that the twenty minutes she spent knotted to him passed in a blur. She hardly even felt him pull his cock from her depths, and walk away. It wasn’t until the cool evening air hit her back that she realized that the dog was gone.
Five minutes passed before the girl got off her knees and managed to stand. Dog cum from the first two dogs was running out of her vagina and down her legs and it grossed her out completely. If there had been food in her stomach, she would have thrown up. It was fairly dark now, but there was just enough moonlight for her to see how distended her belly was. It made her look like she was three months pregnant, and it scared her. What if these bastards had made her pregnant? The tormenting thought just wouldn’t go away because of the bulge. How was she going to explain this to her family; the lump in her belly was so… obvious.
Susan held her stomach while picking up her clothes; at least this time her garments were not totally destroyed. She doubted that she would ever wear them again, though, because they would forever remind her what had just transpired here. She dressed hurriedly and then searched for the gun. She couldn’t find it and after ten minutes of looking she abandoned it. She was afraid that if she stayed there too much longer that she would be raped again, so she left. Susan was unsure if she would ever return to look for it unless she could find some other way to protect herself.
When Susan got to her car, sat in the bucket seat, and closed the door, she finally breathed a sigh of relief. She started the car and glanced at the clock. Her head sank to her chest and she cried; the damn dogs had raped her for over two hours straight. She gritted her teeth and lifted her head once more. Somehow she had to find a way to kill these bastards, she thought. They’re not going to get the best of me, there’s too much at stake now.
Susan drove home slowly and her luck remained. She made her way to her room without being seen and was soon in the bathroom. She stood in front of the full-length mirror and began removing her dirty cum soaked clothes. She swore under her breath at what she saw. Her ribs where the dogs had grabbed her were red and scratched again. And the bulge she had seen in the moonlight was still there, and the chill that had run down her spine returned with a vengeance. I can’t be pregnant, she thought with a feeling of panic. Dogs can’t fuck girls and give them puppies… can they?
*****
Susan spent the next week recuperating. She managed to keep out of everyone’s way for the most part, but her younger brother did question her absence from the pool. He knew her usual habits of lounging by the water in the skimpiest, most revealing swimsuits imaginable; and he loved spying on her when she did, of course.
Nathan was one of Susan’s greatest admirers, and he was seriously beginning to miss the eye candy. He had lost count long ago how many times he had stroked his cock while looking out and down to the pool patio from his bedroom window. A pair of her dirty panties to his nose while he spied on her. He even had a few videos of his sister removing her bikini top when she thought she was alone. He loved her perfect breasts and her pink nipples.
His only unrealized wish was to be able to touch her and suck on those delectable nipples. Hell… his own sister looked better to him than ninety percent of the girls that he knew in high school. He was continually measuring them against her physical qualities. He knew that she had a personality problem, but so did a lot of the women he knew. He could put up with a lot as long as he managed to get his dick into them.
Besides, he rarely stayed with any girl longer than fucking her the first time. His devilish good looks and money usually had them naked on the first date, and his little black book had only a handful of girls that he had gone back for a second shot at.
“So where have you been lately?” he asked of the sweet little blonde as she was taking some food to take back to her room.
“I just haven’t been feeling good for the past week,” she said curtly. “Mind your own business, Nate.”
“Hey, I’m just looking out for my big sister’s well-being,” he said defensively.
“Well, in that case, I’m fine… so don’t let it concern you any further. I’m… trying to get things situated for college, that’s all.”
Nate watched his sister gather her food and take it to her room. He nearly salivated as he carefully followed her and watched her walk up the huge staircase. The robe she had on was mid-thigh in length and just about giving him a glimpse of her sweet ass. He pictured her naked under the cloth and he would have been very surprised to find out differently. He had no idea that she was wearing more discrete underwear since her doggy ordeals began.
He did wish though that he was better at carpentry and electronics. He wanted so dearly to be able to see what went on in her room by putting a hidden camera there, but he was afraid of being found out. His mother and father would never forgive him if he ever did such a thing, and he was surprised that his sister got away with wearing some of the clothes that she did have.
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