The Adventures of Cindy Lake

-by Alvo Torelli, 2019

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Chapter Two

Friday, April 7, 7:30 PM, Jim and Suzette Turner's house.

Cindy Lake put her ordeal with Frisky the Schipperke behind her and tried to get on with her preteen life. She was glad to have a babysitting job to go to on Friday night. It kept her from brooding about her lack of friends and social ineptness. Besides, she was going to sit with Annie again, although she would be sitting with her at her father's house, where Cindy had never been before. She liked Annie and she knew Annie liked her too. Cindy felt more comfortable with children and the children seemed to really like her. They hardly ever gave her any trouble and they always asked their parents for her to come again. Even though she'd only been sitting for a few months, since she turned twelve, Cindy was one of the most sought-after babysitters in the area.

Suzette Turner greeted Cindy warmly, then showed her around the house. Annie was already in her pajamas and ready for bed, and Suzette assured Cindy it would be an easy night of babysitting. Cindy promised to read Annie a story before she went to sleep and followed Suzette back into the kitchen.

"I really appreciate you looking after Annie on short notice Cindy. Annie's mom was nice enough to give me your name. She doesn't usually want to talk to me, you can understand, me being married to her ex and all. But when it comes to Annie, that woman would do anything. I'm sure it made her feel better to know that you were the one looking after Annie tonight. But sweetie, you look awful young to me. Are you sure you're old enough to be babysitting like this?"

"Yes ma'am. I know, I look young. It's just that I'm very small for my age. I'm only four and half feet tall. Most of my friends are five feet tall, or more. People always think I'm only nine or ten, but I really am twelve. And I had a babysitting class and everything. I even know first aide. You don't have to worry about anything."

"Well, that's nice to hear honey. Now I've really got to run. Jim, that's Annie's daddy, he's off doing something or other with his stupid friends. I'm sure I'll be home before him. I won't be too late, I promise."

"Yes ma'am. You have a nice evening."

"Oh, I almost forgot," Suzette said, turning away from the garage door. "I didn't introduce you to Prince. Oh, you'll just love him, he's such a sweetie." Suzette opened the door to the back yard instead.

The dog that bounded into the house looked huge by comparison to little Frisky. And he had so much energy! Cindy's heart gave a sudden painful lurch of anxiety at the sight of the pretty dog, his hair a patchwork of large white spots on jet black that shone in the harsh kitchen light. But Cindy's moment of fear passed quickly when she realized how incredibly friendly the new dog was.

"Cindy, this is Prince. Prince, this is Cindy. Now you be a good little boy for Cindy, hear me? He's a border collie. They're such good family dogs, even if he does try to herd us around all the time. He thinks he's the boss of everyone, but he's really a pushover for anyone who'll pet him. Aren't you, Prince? Yes, good boy."

Prince took to Cindy right away, shivering with pleasure as she petted his head and stroked his back. And when she stopped he suddenly reared up and placed his paws on her chest. Cindy was startled and almost fell backwards. Standing on his rear legs and bracing his front legs on Cindy's chest, Prince was only a couple of inches shorter than the small girl, and he probably weighed almost as much as Cindy's petite 68 pounds. Before Cindy could do anything but blanch, Prince strained his nose upwards and licked her, quickly, right on the lips.

"Bad dog, stop that!" Suzette scolded as she pulled the overly-friendly canine down. "Sorry about that, but he really is sweet. Honey, I just gotta go, are you gonna be alright with him?"

Cindy got a strange, uneasy, feeling, but she said that she'd be fine. Suzette told Cindy to help herself to the fridge and then she was off.

Annie was waiting patiently for Cindy, but she was uncharacteristically serious and didn't seem to care about a story. It was easy to sense Annie wanted to talk about something troubling. In fact, Annie had been troubled all week by the strange things she'd seen, and Cindy was the perfect person to talk to. But now she was having trouble getting the courage to say anything.

"What's the matter Annie? Is there something you wanted to ask me? It's okay, you can ask me." Cindy sat next to Annie on her bed and gave her a little hug of encouragement.

"Oh, I don't know, Cindy, I'm scared to ask. You won't get mad?"

"Annie, of course not. What is honey? Just ask me."

"Cindy? Uhm, what were you doing with Frisky last week? Are you going to do that again tonight, with Prince? Uhm, could I do that too - I've been thinking about it a lot and I think I want to do that too. But it makes me feel really funny when I think about maybe letting Prince or Frisky do that to me. Cindy?"

Oh my god oh my god oh my god! Annie had seen Cindy and Frisky together the week before. Oh no, oh no, oh no! Cindy sat stunned, panic coursing through her brain.

"Oh god, Annie, oh, what did you see?"

"I saw Frisky and you, he was licking you between your legs and you looked like you really liked it - like it was the best thing ever in the whole world. It was scary, but it must have been okay, 'cause you were so excited."

"Oh, oh, Annie. Did you see more than that?"

"No Cindy, I got scared. I ran back and jumped under the covers and tried not to listen to the noises."

"Oh Annie, oh my. Listen sweetie, that was a very special thing you saw. Uhm, ah, it was ah, ah, not what you thought at all. It was all just pretend, yeah, uhm, I was ah, just pretending. I was practicing for a game that we play at school. I know what you thought you saw, but that wasn't what it was. And it really wasn't wonderful at all - that was just pretend too. What you thought you saw would be very bad, very very bad. That's not something you would want to do, ever, not ever. Do you hear me?"

"Oh! Oh, but Cindy, it looked so real. Are you sure?"

"Yes Annie, I'm sure, you wouldn't ever want to do that - and neither would I. That would be terrible! We must never do that ever. Let's make a promise, okay, a really really for ever and ever promise, just you and me. We won't ever do that again, I mean, neither one of us will ever do that and we won't tell anybody else about it, okay. Do you promise? Cross your heart?"

"Uhm, okay Cindy, I promise, I promise forever."

"Cross your heart?"

"Cross my heart, Cindy, I promise."

"Oh good Annie, thank you, oh. I promise too. Never ever. Now, can you go to sleep?" Annie slipped under her covers and Cindy stroked the pretty little girls light brown hair and kept talking to her quietly, calming Annie down and trying to calm herself down as well. It took some time, but eventually little Annie was sleeping quietly.

Completely shaken, Cindy was almost too distraught to go back out into the living room. She was faced with the most horrible thing she could imagine: that someone else might find out what she had done with Frisky. She'd convinced herself that she was safe, as long as she never did such an awful depraved thing ever again. But now she knew better. Little Annie had seen her! Oh god, what if Annie told someone?

Friday, April 7, 9:00 PM, Randy and Lisa Barrett's house.

"For christ sake, Lisa, I am so sick and tired of how that man treats me. I mean, fucking a, who does he think he is, saddling me with his kid on a Friday night. Jesus, it pisses me off." Suzette Turner raised her shot of tequila, sucked on a lime and downed the whole shot in one gulp. "At least I showed him - I went and got a babysitter for his little brat. Now I can do what I want, with you."

"Better watch it baby, that's your fourth shot and it's early yet." Lisa Barrett took a slow sip at her own tequila shot. "Besides, what's your problem? You got out didn't you? You're here with me, aren't you? You don't need that asshole and frankly, baby, tonight I don't need mine either. Here, have another shot sweetie."

Lisa poured another shot for her friend Suzette. This was far from the first time the two women had gotten together when their husbands were out doing whatever it is that men do. Lisa knew just how much liquor to get into her pretty friend to get her in the right mood. She sat back on the couch and admired Suzette's young body. She still couldn't figure out how that turd-for-brains jerk Jim Turner had landed such a hottie as Suzette. She was only about twenty four and she had the curvaceous body of a goddess, with long blonde hair that rippled around her face and fantastic firm medium-sized tits. Maybe Jim landed Suzette 'cause she was such a drunk and dumb as a post. Maybe Suzette married Jim just because she was so desperate to be a mommy. That sure as hell wasn't going to happen. Lisa happened to know Jim was shooting blanks ever since his vasectomy. But she wasn't going to tell Suzette that and risk losing these nice evenings together. No way.

"You just don't want to listen to me complain, 'cause your man isn't such a loser. That big stud of yours, oh, I'd do him in a second." Suzette's speech was slurred. "I bet he doesn't insist on doing everything all kinky either. Hell, I'm sick of all those toys of Jim's. And he doesn't respect me." Suzette downed another shot. She was visibly wobbling and having trouble focusing. "It almost seems like he likes it best when I don't wanna." She pouted. "He just don't know how to take no for an answer. And oh Lisa, why won't he let me have a baby!" Suzette broke down in tears.

Oh yes, it was time.

Lisa put her arms around her friend. She gave Suzette the warmth and comfort she needed so badly. And then she leaned in and kissed her, softly. Suzette responded, tentatively at first, but warming to the kiss as they held their lips together and Lisa began to explore with her tongue. The kiss seemed so soothing and comfortable. Suzette could vaguely remember that they had kissed before, the last time she'd visited Lisa and the maybe the time before that or even earlier. But she always got so drunk, she wasn't really sure. But this kissing was nice.

Suzette was a great kisser. As they kissed Lisa unbuttoned Suzette's blouse and pulled it from her body. Lisa knew from the last time they'd been together that Suzette was unlikely to resist. The bra followed the blouse, revealing fantastic youthful breasts - large but not huge, very firm and globular. Women the world over had paid a fortune to have breasts so perfect. Lisa had uncovered the magnificent breasts before, and reveled in touching them, teasing the little nipples to attention and enjoyed the pleasure apparent on Suzette's face. This time was no different. Even drunk, Suzette responded strongly to the soft attention to her breasts and nipples. She didn't object as Lisa pushed her back onto the sofa. She arched her back when Lisa nibbled her way down Suzette's throat and collar bone and tongued her nipples into little erections.

For weeks Lisa Barrett had cultivated her pretty friend, moving her slowly in the direction of increased intimacy. With each drunken encounter she inured Suzette's body and subconscious to deeper arousal and involvement. She knew her friend didn't have any true lesbian tendencies,. That just made it all the more exciting to get her drunk and scheme her into sex. Tonight was the night. All of her hard work would pay off. Lisa knew just how to manipulate Suzette. As she returned to kissing the pretty full lips, her hand moved expertly under Suzette's short skirt. With a practiced motion her fingers slipped into the skimpy panties. Suzette groaned as Lisa fingered her pussy in just the right way.

Lisa glanced at the bookshelf to make sure the little red light was still blinking. It was. God, this was going to be so great. And Suzette wouldn't remember a thing, not with the mix of drugs and alcohol in her system.

A few moments later, Suzette vaguely registered that she was sitting naked in the middle of the couch. Her legs were spread wide, displaying her pretty cunt. She wasn't at all sure how she'd gotten there, but she didn't really care. All her attention was drawn to her wonderful beaver. She had a big vibrating dildo in her hand and it felt so good to rub herself with it, to dip it deep into her sopping vagina and pull it out to stimulate her throbbing clitoris. "Oh, oh, yes, yes, OH!" Suzette moaned in time with the waves of pleasure that were streaming out from her center.

Lisa rubbed her own wet pussy as she watched the incredible show her friend put on for the hidden camera. She was dying for more intimate contact, but she wanted to capture Suzette's solo act on film. And what an act it was. The cocaine in Suzette's system doubled or even tripled the erotic sensations she felt. It had been such a simple matter to get her aroused, undressed, and push the big vibrator in her hands. Suzette took care of the rest, with no idea of what a show she was putting on. Now Lisa retrieved her second, hand-held, video camera. It was time to up the ante. It was time for all her hard work to pay off.

Friday, April 7, 9:15 PM, Jim and Suzette Turner's house.

Cindy looked down on the sleeping Annie and wished somehow she could have kept her awake all evening. She wished she could be seven years old again, with no cares in the world. Now it felt like her troubles were crushing her into dust.

There was no denying the intense and physical feelings of longing and desire Cindy was dealing with almost constantly. She couldn't escape or ignore how she was feeling. She couldn't believe the terrible things she'd done with Frisky. Nor could she deny the aching longing she felt - the longing to relive the feelings the little dog had kindled in her loins.

To make matters worse, David Barrett kept showing up wherever Cindy went. Ever since February David had been the student helper in Cindy's PE class and three times a week she had to see him up close, often with no shirt on as he helped the girls with gymnastics or basketball. Now every time she saw him her knees got week and she flashed on all the things she'd done with Frisky, imagining what it would be like if David did those same things with her. Every time she saw him she would blush from her forbidden thoughts. Cindy understood that everybody knew she had a crush on the older boy. What was she thinking falling in love with an eighteen year old high school boy? She was so stupid!

Now she had to face the next couple of hours all by herself, or rather alone with a cute and friendly dog. And the last time she'd been in that positioned hadn't gone so well. Her mind was reeling, but she had to face her reality straight ahead. She had to rely on herself to be good, to be as mature and responsible as everyone thought she was. But she didn't feel very mature.

With a terrible foreboding of disaster, Cindy walked into the living room. Prince was patiently waiting for her.

The young girl stopped dead in her tracks. She stared fixedly into the pretty dog's light blue eyes - eyes the exact same shade as David Barrett's eyes. Oh my. His black and white coat was glossy and she knew how soft it would feel under her fingers, like David's soft mane of black hair would feel. The dog's muscles rippled as he moved, like David's. She knew what Prince's tongue would feel like on her body. But those thoughts were abominable! She should be punished for even thinking them! She couldn't move. She could barely breath.

Prince trotted over to Cindy where she stood in the middle of the room. She seemed mesmerized. He was confused why she didn't pet him and coo over him like everyone else. Taking matters into his own paws, he reared up on his hind legs and placed his paws on her chest again. Almost face to face, Cindy looked down into Prince's eyes and felt herself falling, tumbling down and down as her desires overtook her conscience. Those beautiful light blue eyes of David's. They were so deep and caring, so wonderful.

Prince licked the young girl on the lips and was surprised when she opened her mouth and took his tongue into it, mixing her tongue with his and placing her mouth against his. This was a new experience and it unexpectedly aroused the dog. The tip of his cock peeked out of the furry sheath of skin under his belly and he felt the immediate desire to show the little girl what a strong and demanding alpha he could be. But the kissing was nice, as nice as having his belly rubbed, or his ears scratched and he let the kissing go on and on.

Cindy was lost. She closed her eyes and David's face swam in front of her as she kissed her new lover. She put her arms around his strong masculine neck and twined her fingers in the silky smooth hair. His tongue was rough and as wide as her own, but it was much longer and he explored the inside of her mouth as well as licking her face. The kiss was wonderful. Her beautiful David kissed her deeply and showed her how much he cared for.

Soon Cindy felt her knees buckling. She pushed Prince away from her and staggered to the couch, collapsing on her back, with her butt pushed forward. But she wanted him back again. She pulled her baggy top over her head and pushed it aside. Her perfect small breasts trembled, then hardened in the cool air. Cindy unzipped her long bulky skirt and pushed it over her hips, dropping it to the floor at her feet. There was no going back. Cindy had to relive the wonderful feelings from before. She couldn't live without it. Looking up she saw the curious gaze of the pretty dog with David's beautiful eyes, his head cocked to one side, studying her intently. Blushing deeply at his gaze, Cindy sighed deeply, then pushed her panties down to the floor and kicked them away.

Cindy ran her fingers through her pussy lips with one hand and attacked her sensitive nipples with the other. She was wet in an instant and lightening coursed through her young body as she hit all the sensitive spots that drove her so wild. But her hand was no replacement for David's tongue. She was half mad with lust and Prince and David were somehow merged into the same being in her mind. "Oh David, here, come here, please, please!"

Prince cocked his head to the other side, confused by the girl's strange actions, but growing increasingly interested and aroused. She acted like she should be in heat, although she didn't smell like heat. But now she was putting off a very interesting smell from her crotch. And she was calling to him, beckoning him. At the wonderful smell his arousal grew stronger, as did his desire to make sure the little girl knew who was alpha in this house. He stepped forward, approaching her carefully, stepping between her wide-spread legs.

"Ahhhhh!" Cindy cried out as the beautiful dog's long tongue swiped through her dripping pussy. The rough texture was perfect and it was much bigger than Frisky's little tongue. "Oh, oh David! Oh god, yes!" In seconds Cindy was writhing on the couch under the dog's lubricious attentions. He forced her cunny open and pushed his tongue deep inside of her, something Frisky couldn't do. It was incredible. But the larger dog didn't forget her sweet clit either. He slathered it with dog spit and roughed it up with his amazing tongue, sending her through the roof. "Oh god, Prince! Harder, harder! Oh yes, David, darling!"

Prince's tongue was much different that little Frisky's tongue. It had the same wonderful rough texture that imparted so much intensity to every swipe across her skin or clit. But it was enormously bigger, and strong. He pushed it inside of her, deep enough to lave at her hymen. The feeling of the rough tongue caressing her clitoris was spectacular. Cindy thought she would explode as the dog lovingly, but insistingly, brought her body to a higher and higher level of arousal.

Cindy was just on the edge of her orgasm when Prince lowered his head and his strong tongue found Cindy's tiny anal sphincter. "OHHHH! OHHHH!" she screamed out as the tongue attacked her anus and swiped up through her throbbing vulva. "Prince! Oh!"

As the dog went after her pussy and ass, the girl got wetter and wetter. Prince lapped it up like ambrosia and his arousal and desire grew exponentially. As he ate the girl's sweet slit out he growled very quietly, he wanted no mistake who was in charge of this unexpected encounter. Already the dog's demeanor towards the girl was totally changed. She was an odd and confusing bitch, but a bitch none-the-less and Prince liked his bitches obedient and subservient.

Cindy was pinching and rubbing her young titties as Prince kept at her cunny and ass. She surrendered completely to the licking, lapping dog. She moaned his name, or David's, over and over, confused as to who was really making love to her.

But the strong dog started growling at her, quietly but insistently, and a strange tremor of anticipation swept over Cindy's young body - a combination of fear and excitement. This wasn't David, it was Prince, a dog Cindy had only met an hour and a half earlier! What did he want? What was he going to do? What should she do? The fear grew, but it couldn't overcome the incredible feelings coursing outwards from Cindy's engorged clitoris.

Prince growled again, deeper and louder, and he doubled the energy he was putting into ravishing his new bitch. He forced his tongue deeper into her cunt, pushing against the tight hymen stretched across her deepest love tunnel. Cindy nearly fainted at the feeling of being filled up with hot dog tongue. "Oh, oh, god, yes. Yes, David, oh god, yes!" The dog's tongue suddenly trapped her clit against his front teeth and he pulled hard. The new sensation sent Cindy into paroxysms of lust and she nearly screamed at the top of her lungs, biting her lip to stop herself from waking her young charge.

Prince wasn't done with his savage assault. He went after Cindy's little ass with newfound vigor. Cindy couldn't help but lift her legs back, giving him better access to her tiny sphincter.

"Oh god, Prince, what do you want?" Cindy cried as the dog growled menacingly. Now she was truly frightened, but she couldn't pull away from the incredible feelings.

Prince returned to Cindy's gash and lapped up all the sweet pussy juices flowing freely from her childish body. He went at her with abandon, his tongue pumping in and out and running roughly over her clit. And he sensed something new. The girl-bitch was bucking wildly under his tongue. She grabbed the back of his head with one hand and crammed his snout into her crotch. She was moaning something wildly.

"Oh, oh, yes, David, Prince, oh god, oh, OH, OH, OHHHHHH, AAAAGGHHHH!!" Cindy climaxed even as another wave of combined fear and excitement hit her from Prince's growling and vicious attack on her pussy. Her orgasm went on and on.

Little Annie Turner stood in the hallway, mesmerized. She clutched her favorite stuffed bunny to her breast and sucked her thumb, something she only did at the most stressful of times. Cindy was contorting uncontrollably on the sofa, moaning in obvious joy as Prince licked between her legs. Annie was very young, with little experience, but she knew that this was not make believe. This was real. Cindy had lied to her. Annie didn't like lying. But once again she couldn't stop wondering about the incredible feelings Cindy seemed to be having. As Cindy gave another scream of lust, Annie was too scared to continue watching. She ran for her room, jumped into her bed and covered her head with the covers, her tumultuous thoughts too strange and wild to allow her to go to sleep for a long time.

Friday, April 7, 9:40 PM, Randy and Lisa Barrett's house.

Suzette Barrett continued to writhe on the couch, extending the great footage Lisa was getting on her hidden camera and now, too, on her hand-held camera. Suzette was so far gone in a miasma of sexual arousal and cocaine-alcohol high that she was completely unaware of her friend filming every sordid detail of her intense masturbation.

Oh, but Lisa wanted so much more. Lisa put her second camera down for the time being and gently took the vibrator from Suzette's hands, continuing to stimulate the sopping slit with it. Pushing it deep into Suzette's cunt, she turned up the intensity of the vibrator and Suzette went wild. Lisa wedged the vibrator in place against the sofa.

"Fuck, fuck, oh my god, yes, yes, aaahh." Suzette's body spasmed on the sofa, out of control.

Carefully, Lisa took Suzette's left hand and slipped a rope around the wrist, then pulled the arm out to the side and tied it there. She worked quietly to bind Suzette's other arm similarly, and then both of her ankles, keeping Suzette's legs spread wide. Lisa stepped back to admire the amazing vision of her stunning friend spread-eagled on the couch, too high to be aware of her condition and bucking wildly to the orgasm flowing out from the vibrator in her cunt.

When something soft, warm and wet brushed across Suzette's lips she instinctively sent out her tongue and opened her lips for another wonderful round of kissing. But it wasn't lips she was kissing. Suzette's eyes popped open and she saw her friends pussy pressed to her face. 'Nnnnn, nnnnnn," she tried to protest as Lisa's saturated cunt enveloped her mouth. "NNN!! NNN!""

Lisa grabbed Suzette's head and forced her face deeper into her crotch. She rubbed her twat hard against the pretty woman's face. "Lick it, now. Tongue me you bitch. Come on, do it, now. Bitch!" This was the high Lisa was looking for: forcing her sexy friend to eat out her pussy, knowing that Suzette was an unwilling partner and knowing that she had Suzette in a position where she couldn't refuse.

Suzette struggled, suddenly more lucid and horrified, but she found she couldn't move. The overpowering smell of Lisa's cunt filled her nostrils. She held her mouth tightly closed and she could barely breathe. But her body was on fire from the amazing vibrator. Her orgasm was unabated. Her mind was flooded with the depravity and arousal of her situation. She had no choice. She had to give in. Suzette opened her mouth and began to tongue the wet cunny covering her face. Once she'd started, she went at the cunt with abandon, delving in as deeply as she could, finding the clitoris and tonguing it hard, knowing exactly how wonderful it would feel.

"Yes, yes, oh, fuck me, yes." Lisa was in heaven, high as a kite. She rode the pretty face and clutched Suzette's hair with one hand, standing over her body and kneeling into the back of the couch. With her other hand she filmed a close-up of Suzettes gorgeous face, her tongue moving in and out of Lisa's hot box, her nose and chin coated with the wet proof of Lisa's intense arousal. "Oh my god, yes, I'm cumming, I'm cumming. Harder, harder you bitch, yes, oh fuck!"

Friday, April 7, 9:40 PM, Jim and Suzette Turner's house.

Cindy was still in the throes of her intense orgasm, oblivious to the world. But Prince was ready to have his bitch. He'd worked hard to get his little girl-bitch ready and hot and it was time to show her what it meant to be his, completely. Cindy opened her eyes and found herself looking up into Prince's face. His front paws were up on the couch with her, straddling her. For a moment all she saw was David's beautiful blue eyes gazing lovingly down at her, but Prince growled and shifted forward and Cindy realized the position she had put herself in. Prince towered over her, drool dripping down onto her chest. His back legs were directly between her smooth white thighs. He grabbed her around the waist and pulled himself tight against her as he began thrusting his hips wildly. Oh god! No! Prince wanted to put his cock inside of her!

"No, no, Prince, stop, please, stop!" Cindy pushed at the dog. He growled and nipped at her in a terrifying way, but she couldn't let him do that. It would be hideous. He was going to spray his hot liquid just like Frisky. Cindy had to get him away from her pussy or she would have to have a baby. Oh god, what kind of baby would she have if it was a doggy that shot his sperm stuff on her? She couldn't let Prince put his cock inside of her, even though the idea of it was strangely exciting, but she just couldn't. She pushed and squirmed, trying to get out from under the strong dog.

Prince growled and nipped at Cindy, but his new bitch was a fighter. He thrust his hips at her crotch, knowing she would give in once he had mounted her. But she was wild to escape him. It was going to take a lot more to dominate this little bitch. He drove his throbbing cock at her as fast as he could, desperate to find the open hole that he had prepared so expertly. But the couch was simply too high. No matter how hard Prince tried to mount the pretty girl he couldn't find the mark and simply rammed his cock into the couch or at best the crack in her ass. He desperately tried to climb higher but the girl was thrashing wildly and he couldn't get a proper purchase. Prince barked out his frustration and growled anew at his uncooperative girl-bitch.

Cindy couldn't push the strong dog away, no matter how hard she tried. Now she was fully aware of what a terrible situation she was in. He was going to put his cock inside of her and shoot his doggy sperm into her! She couldn't push him away, but as he tried to climb higher Cindy managed to get a hold of the couch fabric and push herself back from the edge of the couch, resting her back against the back of the couch so that she was sitting up with her legs stretched out in front her. She was so relieved. She couldn't push the dog away, but she'd gotten her pussy away from his loins.

Suddenly Prince followed her up onto the couch. The dog was towering over her, growling and nipping at her. What did he want from her? Cindy shrank into herself, terrified; she knew she couldn't escape the brute.

The pretty, innocent young girl didn't yet understand that even if she could escape the frightening dog, she probably wouldn't. Perhaps her subconscious was beginning to realize that being threatened and dominated by the forceful dog was the equally the source of her fear and of her excitement - that the uncontrollable trembling in her body was as much a sign of her desire as her terror? But her conscious mind was still too naive to imagine such a thing.

Prince pushed forward, growling at the frustrating girl-bitch to behave and be obedient. He instinctively sensed how close she was to being his. He licked her face and nipped at her shoulder when she shied away from him, growling deeply. Then he licked her mouth, willing his little bitch to show she had learned her lesson and kiss him back. Why wasn't she obeying his obvious demands? It was clear that he was the alpha.

As Prince frantically slathered over Cindy's lips he forced her head hard against the back of the couch. She was horrified by the way he shoved his tongue hard at her mouth and growled menacingly and demandingly at the same time. She tried desperately to squirm away from him, twisting her head from side to side, so afraid that he would hurt her. But something deep inside her snapped. A strange emotion, a nearly lethal combination of excitement, fear, and embarrassment coursed from her brain down her spine and into her still-throbbing little pussy as she submitted to Prince's frantic kisses and understood that she was going to give in to him, whatever he wanted. This was what he wanted, he wanted her. He wanted her whether she agreed or not. Her entire body began to shiver uncontrollably as Cindy came to understand that what she wanted didn't matter. Only the beautiful dog's desires mattered.

Finally the little girl-bitch kissed Prince back again, submitting to his frantic desires. He licked all around Cindy's mouth, making sure it was moist and ready, and he repeatedly forced his big rough tongue deep into her throat. As soon as she was ready he reared up on his back legs and placed his front paws on the top of the couch. He was straddling her body and her face was at exactly the right height.

Cindy nearly screamed at her first close-up sight of Prince's shiny wet dog-cock. The bright red spear was fully extended from its furry sheath. What she faced was nothing like the descriptions Linda Simms had provided. It was five or six inches long, pointy on the end, but overall as thick as a large man's ring finger. It was much larger than she would have expected. God, he had wanted to put that big thing inside of her! What would it have done to her?

But now it was clear that Prince had other ideas for his little girl-bitch. Cindy knew there was no turning back. The decision wasn't hers. It was what her new lover wanted and she had to give in to him.

Cindy opened her mouth. Prince moved forward, stabbing frantically at her. Her eyes crossed trying to keep track of the intimidating red pecker as it poked closer and closer to her face. What was she doing? This was horrible. She had to stop! But then the point of the cock was in her mouth. She tasted the drops of hot liquid precum that shot out with each thrust, intended to lubricate the bitch's love tunnel, searing Cindy's throat instead. Cindy understood her place. She was Prince's toy to do with as he wanted. There was a thrill of excitement that passed through her body as she submitted completely to his desires, not knowing for sure what her new master would do to her. She closed her lips around the thrusting hot red cock and began to suck on it.

Prince was finally in doggy heaven. His bitch was obeying him and the feel of her strong suck on his cock drove him wild. This was a new and wonderful feeling. He thrust forward like a jackhammer, his cock driving deeper and deeper into his girl-bitch's little mouth. He felt the back of her throat and her tongue pressing into his flesh, adding incredible pleasure to the sensation and spurring his animal lust to rape her mouth as fast as he could.

The dog's cock slipped into Cindy's little mouth and as she sucked on it it kept getting bigger. More and more of it was forced past her lips until it was hitting the back of her throat, making her gag. Cindy was terrified again. What was he going to do to her? She could barely breath as the massive cock was pushed into her throat, again and again. She was choking, but she did all she could to keep sucking on the long hard rod. It was well over twice as big around as before, like a thick carrot. The whole length of the big cock was sliding in and out of her mouth. One second the pointy tip would be just parting her pretty lips, then it would slide along her tongue. The next second the tip would be ramming her throat, her lips would be straining to fit around the thick monster and the hairy cock sheath would be pressed against her lips. Hot precum coated Cindy's tongue and dribbled down into her stomach, tasting vile and making her want to gag.

Finally, with a little whine of triumph, Prince rammed his cock as deep into Cindy's small mouth as he could and held it there, straining against her lips and face. Cindy thought she would faint, but she knew that Prince wanted more from her, all that she could give.

Prince's knot swelled up in Cindy's mouth. It was huge, the size of a racquet ball, completely filling her mouth. Cindy's lips could barely open far enough to hold the ball of swollen meat. But Cindy reached behind the dog and gripped the backs of his legs, pulling him tighter to her face and doing her best to suck on his incredibly swollen prick. The hot dog sperm began to course down her throat. It filled her mouth and seared her throat. Cindy reared her head back, only to have her mouth filled with even more gigantic spurts of the thin fluid.

Prince had so much more sperm stuff than Frisky. Cindy thought she would drown and she desperately pushed at the dog to get the huge cock out of her mouth. His shaft popped out of her mouth and his cum spurted all over her face, into her hair and down her front onto her naked breasts. It never seemed to stop, as if Prince had saved quarts of the terrible slimy gunk just for Cindy. Her glasses were quickly coated with slightly milky and thin fluid and she could barely see. More of the sickening jism shot into her mouth and she choked as she was forced to swallow again. Prince's sperm stuff was every bit as nasty and disgusting as Frisky's, but there was so much more of it. Cindy realized that Prince was growling at her, angry with her performance and she let his huge cock slip back into her mouth rather than anger him farther. She strained to let the long cock slip part way down her throat so the enormous knot could lodge securely past her lips and she could suck out the last drops of the appalling fluid while Prince thrust savagely at her beautiful young face.

Friday, April 7, 10:20 PM, Randy and Lisa Barrett's house.

Lisa rode Suzettes tongue, grinding her crotch into the younger woman's pretty face and shivering all over from her massive orgasm, until she couldn't stand the intense sensations any longer. When she finally stopped, temporarily sated, she stood tall and looked down through the lens of her camera at Suzette's beautiful bound body. Her friends face was coated with pussy juices that glistened in the harsh light.

"Please, please, take it out. Please, I can't take it any more. Please!" Suzette was desperate for the intense stimulation of her clit and vagina to end. The never ending orgasmic reaction to the vibrator had become a horrible torment.

But Lisa loved the suffering look on her friends face. She knew exactly the torment Suzette was experiencing and she loved the way her captive goddess writhed and struggled with the ropes. It was such a tremendous turn-on, to be in control, to be humiliating and degrading her pretty friend, to be stripping her of any dignity and stealing her privacy from her. Lisa shivered with pleasure, thinking about the many uses she had for her secret documentation of the evening.

Lisa needed to be sure that Suzette wouldn't remember the evening. She knew from experience that Suzette, with a cocktail of drugs in her system, was near her limit on alcohol. Another big drink would push Suzette over the edge - she'd probably pass out and she certainly wouldn't remember much. Lisa held another glass of tequila to Suzette's captive licks, lightly laced with more drugs, and forced her to swallow it down. Even this minor domination of her friend was exhilarating. It was time for her final degradation - one last intense humiliation to feed Lisa's insatiable need.

Climbing back onto the couch with Suzette's prostrate form, Lisa sat in Suzette's lap. She could feel the vibrator's strong humming and she rubbed her pussy hard into Suzette's crotch, getting herself aroused yet again.

Suzette could barely speak, she was so drugged out, but panic gave her voice. "Oh, Lisa, what now? Please, Lisa, let up. I feel sick. Please! Take it out of me. I can't stand it any more. What are you doing? Lisa, no, no, NO!!"

"Lick it, bitch! Lick it hard. Make me cum again. Do it, or I leave the vibrator in forever. Oh yeah, that's it! Harder. Fuck me, yes, yes, oh my god, harder!"

Lisa stood on the couch, straddling her captive friend. She pressed her ass firmly into Suzette's face. The younger woman had no choice. She was forced to do the most vile thing she could have imagined, tonguing Lisa's asshole. But she couldn't stand the vibrator any longer. She was going insane. So she licked hard across the small sphincter, tasting the horrible flavor and gagging. She was getting woozier by the minute, but she concentrated, doing her best to satisfy Lisa's evil desires, desperate for release. Suzette strained her tongue, the muscles aching. Her mind was whirling, the room was whirling. There was nothing left in the universe but the torment in her twat and her need to get her tongue into the awful orifice in front of her. She strained and pushed her tongue into Lisa's butt hole.

"Damn you, yes, you sweet bitch, oh fuck, yes!" Lisa came hard. The fluids in her pussy flowed freely and dripped out to land on Suzette's ample breasts. She screamed and screamed and ground her ass harder into Suzette's face. When she was done, she dismounted, panting for breath, feeling more sated than she could ever remember. God, what a turn-on rape could be.

Friday, April 7, 10:20 PM, Jim and Suzette Turner's house.

Finally sated, for the moment, Prince pulled his still-engorged cock from Cindy's fine mouth and brought his front paws down onto the seat of the couch. He stood next to Cindy and licked her face and titties clean. When she tried to move he growled at her and was glad to see that the girl-bitch stayed put, quivering in submission. She kept her eyes down like she should, not challenging his superiority. He would let her move when he was really done with her. Prince's cock needed to be cleaned. He growled at Cindy, then turned around, lay down on the couch and twisted around to lick his own cock clean. But this was just a demonstration. Prince looked up into Cindy's pretty blue eyes and growled again, raising his leg to show her his cock. Cindy didn't move, and Prince growled again, licked his cock briefly and looked back at the pretty girl-bitch.

Cindy couldn't believe what she was doing. Prince had ordered her to clean his cock, he was very clear about it. She felt again the strange combination of fear and excitement associated to being dominated by the beast. She trembled. How could she do this? This was horrible. But he was growling at her, demanding her. Cindy lowered her head and rolled over onto her knees, facing Prince's stomach. She looked at the swollen cock, the knot still engorged. Hesitantly, she leaned in and began to lick it, slowly cleaning off any dog-sperm that remained. It was gamey and disgusting. The thought of what she was doing sickened her, but she couldn't stop herself. Cindy felt a hot stabbing between her legs. She continued to lick at Prince's cock, right down to the furry sheath at the base and at the same time she pushed a hand between her legs and began to stroke her abused clit once again.

Prince whined and his tail wagged excitedly as Cindy continued to clean his cock. But the second she was done he growled at her again. The growl sent another strong spasm through her pussy. Confused and frightened, she returned to licking him, moving down to clean the furry sheath that housed his deflating penis. It was horrible to lick the short fur that covered the sheath, but he growled at her any time she tried to stop. When Cindy was done with the sheath, she knew she had to continue and she moved farther, finding his sizable balls. The lower she went, the more disgusting and exciting it was to clean her lover with her tongue. Her vagina was soaked as she continued and her fingers worked at her little clit with abandon. As Cindy licked at Prince's balls the dog began to whine and tremble. His cock was deflated, but it began to inflate again from the wonderful stimulation. Cindy watched in awe as his cock, thin again, reappeared from the baggy sheath. .

Not knowing for sure what she was doing, Cindy took one of Prince's balls into her mouth and sucked on it. Prince twitched with excitement. This girl-bitch was wonderful, completely subservient, anticipating his desires. He already wanted her again. But making her completely subservient was written into his very DNA, so he was content to wait before mating her again. Prince rolled onto his back, splaying his legs wide and giving Cindy access to the final test of his dominance over her.

Cindy sucked on the dog's balls and rapidly flicked her fingers at her clit. She imagined what she looked like and once again the thought that anyone might discover what she had done sent a terrible panic through her system. But Prince growled again, loudly. She wasn't performing to his satisfaction. He had rolled over and now he was presenting her with his ass. Oh god, no, he can't possibly want that! No, please! Prince growled once again and Cindy new her fate was sealed. She lowered her face once more and began to lick at the dog's ass. She remembered the way he had attacked her own ass and the incredible feelings it had engendered and she knew her task. She licked hard and fast. It was the single most horrible thing that Cindy could possibly imagine, and yet she was doing it, while simultaneously there was lightening coursing through her soaking snatch. Her fingers clutched at her little clit and another massive orgasm crashed over her. Her mind whirled. What more could possibly happen? What further depravity could she possibly commit? Cindy moaned wildly into Prince's ass as she licked with all her strength across the disgusting little opening. Her orgasm wracked her body from one end to the other.

As her orgasm subsided, Cindy curled into a ball on the couch beside Prince, sobbing and miserable. The dog left her to herself for a few moments, but he wasn't done with her yet. He was ready to mate with her again. His cock was hard and yearning to feel the pull of her young body. He stood next to her and growled, nosing at her to roll over and service him. Cindy was barely aware, but she rolled over onto her back once again and propped herself against the back of the couch. The dog wasted no time at straddling her body and placing his front paws on the top of the couch.

The dog's cock was just in front of her face again, extended fully and threatening her . "No Prince, not again, please," the poor abused girl weakly protested. "Please, I can't, oh god, please, NO, no MMPPPFFF!"

Prince's bitch would do what he wanted, no matter what. He forced his cock into her mouth again and rapidly began to rape her face with everything he had. Cindy tried to protest and weakly pushed at Prince's legs, but she was his to do with as he wanted, and she knew it. His cock swelled and filled her mouth and throat. He fucked into her mouth for what seemed like forever, but finally his knot swelled and his hot dog sperm spurted down her throat. Cindy swallowed and swallowed, but she couldn't take it all for fear of choking. Prince ended up coating her face and tits with his hot semen once again, then he stuffed his cock back into her mouth.

Cindy was still on the couch, coated with dog sperm and sucking on Princes' huge prick when they both heard the automatic garage door open. Prince's ears perked up and he pulled his cock from Cindy's mouth, quickly abandoning her to her own fate. Cindy assumed she had only seconds before Suzette would walk into the room. There was cum all over her face, glasses and tits. It was in her hair. She had no time. Cindy wiped the gunk off of her face as best she could, wiping her hands on her bare stomach. She wiped her glasses there too. She snatched up her sweater-blouse and pulled it over her head. It smeared through the dog jism plastered to her chest and stomach, but there was nothing she could do about it. She stepped into her long skirt and pulled it up around her waist, glancing around for her panties. Where were her panties! They were gone. Why couldn't she ever keep track of her panties? She heard the garage door going down and then the kitchen door opening. Where were they? There, stuffed into the couch cushions! But just as she reached for them Suzette Turner staggered into the room, held up by Lisa Barrett. All Cindy could do was stuff the panties deeper into the cushions, abandoning them.

"Hi, you must be Cindy," Lisa said looking Cindy over in a way that was somehow unsettling. "Uhm, Suzette got sick. Something she ate I think."

"Oh gosh, is she okay? Mrs. Turner, are you okay?"

Suzette was beyond responding to questions, barely able to stay on her feet even with help from Lisa. "Oh, I think she's fine, sweetie, don't you worry. But could you help me get her back to her bed?."

Cindy helped with Suzette the best she could. They staggered her down the hall to a large bedroom and put her on the bed. Cindy stood back, not knowing how to help as Lisa carefully removed Suzette's outer clothing and got her comfortably under the covers. Cindy was struck by how kind and gentle Lisa was with her sick friend. She handled Suzette like a precious doll and murmured sweet reassuring words to her as she helped get her into bed. Then Lisa led Cindy back out into the living room.

"Thanks sweetie, I'm not sure I could have gotten her back there without you. I'm Lisa Barrett, by the way."

Cindy gasped slightly. "Barrett?"

"That's right, honey, but you call me Lisa, that's fine. Listen, I'll stay here with Suzette and Annie for awhile. Can you get yourself home okay?"

"Oh, yes ma'am. It's only three blocks."

"Okay then, you can take off. But sweetie, tell me, is everything okay? You look a bit, well, I don't know. Did something happen?"

"Ah, no, Mrs. Barrett, ah, everything was just fine." Cindy couldn't prevent her deep and embarrassing blush.

Please read on for Chapter Three.

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