The Jealous Bitch - Chapter Six

- by Alvo Torelli

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Six: In which Julie seeks revenge in a most creative fashion.

Julieta Bosch lay on her bed curled in a ball, weeping. Everything had gone wrong, worse than wrong. And it was all the fault of that stupid little Georgene Petruso. She pushed up on one elbow and stared into her mirror. Georgene's hated face scowled back at her, mocking her. "Aghhh!" she yelled and threw a pillow at the mirror.

There had to be way to get back at Georgene, there just had to be.

Julie had been been crying for a couple of hours, going over and over all the horrors of the day. She kept thinking about the way she had responded to being raped, realizing that part of her had liked it. Part of her had liked it far too much, and that part was making her think about doing it again. The worst was remembering how she had desperately clung to her own brother, Terri, as he raped her on the bed while listening to Edgar fuck the little girl in the next room. It was sick and disgusting. She was horrified, but she couldn't help remembering how it had felt. And finally there were memories of Edgar, how jealous he'd become - but what a monster he'd become as well.

The only thing was to pull herself together, stop wallowing, get over herself and do something. But the only thing she could concentrate on, the only thing she could really feel, was her incredible burning hatred of Georgene Petruso, the girl who had ruined her life. She had to get back her, she just had to. But how?

She wracked her brain. She ranted and pounded her mattress. What could she do?

Julie spotted the camera sitting on her dresser. Yes, of course. She looked into the mirror again and smiled evilly at the little blonde face that smiled back at her. "I've got you, bitch," she thought to herself.

It was almost midnight. Julie knew she had six more hours in Georgene's body to pull off the wonderful payback she'd come up with. But she needed something and she was going to have to sneak back out to find it. It was amazing how much better she felt with a purpose and a plan.

An hour later she was back, her miss-fitting jeans torn and black smudges on her face, but she had what she'd set out for: a huge stray dog followed her into her room on a make-do leash of rope. She gave him another bite of the steak she'd stolen from the refrigerator. He wolfed it down and then licked her hand and wagged his long thick black tail. Julie scratched the big brute behind the ears and then put a bowl of water down for him. "Okay you, stay right here," she purred to him. "I'm gonna take a quick shower and get cleaned up and then we'll play a little game, okay?" She disappeared into her bathroom and the big dog, after taking a long drink of the lovely clean water, jumped up onto her bed, circled three times and plunked down for a good nap.

In the shower Julie went over the plan carefully, making a mental list of the right people to include. After the shower she carefully dried the pretty blonde curls and brushed them until they gleamed. She put on just a bit of makeup, the younger girl's face didn't really need any, but she did apply dark red lipstick to make the girl's thick pouty lips stand out even more. Her long thick eyelashes hardly required any mascara. The look Julie was going for was hot young slut - and it wasn't a hard look to accomplish with Georgene's amazing features.

Back in her room, where the large black dog contentedly slept in the middle of her bed, Julie put back on her too-short school skirt and the blouse she'd stolen from a clothes line in someone's back yard on her frightening trip home from the apartment. She couldn't wear anything from her own closet. The blouse was silky, pink and buttoned down the front, with half-sleeves. She buttoned only one button, high on her chest, so that the blouse was really just draped over her front and revealed lots of teasing skin whenever she moved. For something she'd just stumbled on, it was amazingly perfect and smutty. That was all she wore - no stockings or shoes and especially no panties.

Julie grabbed her video camera and a tripod and slipped on a pair of flip-flops. She woke the dog with a gentle tug on his rope-lease. She was all set, but she needed a venue that no one would recognize and her room certainly wasn't that. With the dog in tow, she quietly crept out of her room and out of the house, heading out to the exercise room built into the garage.

The exercise room was perfect: two nondescript white walls with no decorations, one wall with windows to the back yard and one wall with a big flat-screen television. There was an exercise bike, a rowing machine and a padded bench for weight lifting. Everything was completely generic. It was perfect. Julie kicked off her sandals and got down to work.

It took a bit of huffing and puffing to get the padded bench positioned just right in front of the smaller of the empty walls, but Julie managed it. The big dog wandered about the room, curiously sniffing everything. Julie set up the tripod and video camera and spent more minutes getting the angle and focus just right. She pulled two floor lamps over, one to each side of the camera and removed their lampshades to make them as bright as possible. Finally everything was perfect.

Julie realized that she'd been stalling. She was way more nervous about what she planned than she'd let herself believe. Could she really go through with it? She thought about all the awful things that had happened to her. She'd survived all of that; this couldn't be any worse. And it was the only way to really get back at that stupid little bitch! She steeled herself: yes, she could do it.

With the camera running, Julie settled on the bench in front of it, facing ninety degrees away. Her shoulders were back, back straight and legs spread, with her short skirt pushed down by her hands to hide her nakedness. She looked over her right shoulder, straight into the camera lens. Her pose was extremely provocative. She batted her eyelashes a couple of times and then launched into her little monologue.

"Hi there. Surprise! I'm just feeling so horny and desperate for love tonight. Where are you when I need a long hard cock to play with? I just thought I'd send you a little video so you'd know how much I'd like to be with you and what we could do together if you were here. I really want you so bad."

Pausing, Julie turned her body to face the camera and pouted. She lifted the hem of her skirt to show the camera her already glistening pussy. "Oh, yeah, that's so good," she continued as she began massaging her small cunt with her fingers, pulling the lips apart and flicking the little clit at the top. "Oh! If you were here, you could be doing this. Won't you come play with me next time? Please? Uhmmm, that feels so good."

After several minutes of masturbating and moaning in front of the camera Julie was actually very aroused. A lot of her nervousness was gone - the idea of being such a slut in front of the camera was exciting. She kept imagining how great it would be to have all those boys and men out there seeing little Georgene do unspeakable things to herself. Even better was having her invite them to come do those things with her, and to her. It was such a perfect way to get Georgene back, to ruin her life like she'd ruined Julie's. But just playing with herself for the camera wasn't nearly enough payback.

"Oh god, I'm soooo horny now. I just can't be satisfied without a big man to help me. But you're not here. What can I do? If only you were here to force me down and show me how strong you are. I'd like that. You could do anything you wanted and I'd be too weak to stop you. Im just a little girl. Oh, it makes me soooo excited to think of you here with me! But I guess I'll just have to make do with what I have until you can come and show me what real men like to do with little girls."

Julie got up and moved out of the shot. She repositioned the camera slightly and when she returned to the shot she had the big dog's leash. Suddenly she was incredibly nervous again. Was she really going to do this? She'd been raped three times and forced to suck off two boys already today. It couldn't be any worse than that could it? She didn't know that her fright was coming across very clearly on the video. The combination of outward slut and terrified innocent was incredibly erotic. But Julie reminded herself of her goal: the total destruction of Georgene Petruso. This was what it would take and so she pulled herself together.

Looking into the camera again, the little twelve year old blonde smiled seductively and continued. "God, I'm still soooo horny. Thank goodness I have someone here to help me, even if he's not you. Here's my new friend. His name is Buster." Julie giggled as she pulled the huge black mutt into the frame. "Isn't he dreamy?" She was really putting on the little girl act. And it was working.

Julie sat at the edge of the padded bench facing the camera at about 45 degree. She pulled her skirt up around her waist, opened her legs and exposed her pretty little slit to the camera again. Slowly she dipped two fingers into the still-wet folds and then held them out to Buster, pulling him closer with the leash. She was nearly certain he'd be intrigued by the smell of little girl pussy juices, and she wasn't disappointed. Buster sniffed her fingers with his huge snout. The hair along the ridge of his back went up, his ears shot forward and his tail came to attention behind him. Julie sensed the sudden change in the friendly dog's demeanor and it frightened her, but she was too far into her plot to stop now. As the dog started licking the wonderful fluid off of her fingers she slowly moved her hand closer and closer to her little twat.

Buster transferred his tongue from Julie's finger to her pussy and went to work with abandon. Julie gasped - a real gasp of shock and pleasure, not just something for the camera. "Ohhh!" escaped from her lips. The dog immediately began to penetrate her pussy with his impossibly long, rough, strong, hot tongue. "Aggghhhh! Oh, oh, oh my god! OOOOOOH!"

The camera was forgotten. Julie lay back on the bench and opened her legs as far as she could. The dog was incredible - amazing. Every swoosh, wiggle and twisting of his magnificent tongue did something wonderful. He teased her little clit. He entered deep inside of her. He roughed up her sensitive outer and inner labia. In less than a minute Julie was writhing on the bench, unable to keep from barking out and moaning. "Agghh, aggghhhh, yes, yes, oh my god! OH! OH! Yes!" The dog expanded his exploration of the little girl's body and his tongue roved downwards, coating her ass with a glistening layer of dog spit. "AGGHHH! screamed Julie when the rough tongue pushed hard at her sensitive anus.

A dog with a tasty morsel will go on and on, content to work the morsel for everything it's worth - and little girl pussy was so tasty! After ten solid minutes of the most amazing and energetic stimulation, after the longest orgasm a girl could imagine, the incredibly pleasurable experience changed into stimulation overload. Julie had to make him stop. She was going insane. Her body was heaving and she could hardly breathe. Using every bit of her remaining strength she managed to sit back up and start to push the huge mangy canine away. It was a huge struggle, but she was finally able to get her hands planted on his shoulders and push him away. His huge tongue lolled from his mouth and he grinned at Julie, although his ears were still erect and his body was tense.

The little girl rose from the bench, disheveled and shaken, then stopped and gasped in surprise. A long bright red phallus hung from the dog's underbelly. It glistened in the bright light, set off from his jet black fur. It was fascinating and terrifying. A horribly evil thought came to Julie's fevered mind. What a wonderful way to completely ruin her enemy's life. But could she bring herself to do such a pathetic thing?

Julie quickly checked the camera angle and zoomed it in closer. She returned to the frame and pulled Buster in with her. He was willing, but he eyed her warily. She looked into the camera as she hugged the big dog around the neck.

"Oh my," crooned Julie, "that was so hot. But I'm sure it would have been better with you. Too bad you're still not here." She pouted at the camera. "Why aren't you here with your big cock? I want it so bad. Should I show you what I would do with your big hot piece of manhood?"

The dog skittered nervously, and his ears flared back for a moment when he felt a small soft hand gentle wrap around his throbbing cock. He looked at the girl suspiciously, tossing his head, but as she stroked him he felt familiar urges flow through his body and he guardedly remained where he was.

Julie felt so nasty. The dog's cock was slimy, not like the boys' cocks she'd been abused with. It was smaller around too, but as she caressed it grew just as long. Well, maybe not as long as Terri's massive prick. It was harder, and came to a sharp point. She could see the pointy end clearly since she had maneuvered the dog around, then lowered herself under the beast. She was mesmerized by the canine anatomy and her face was just inches from the end of it.

A quick squirt of precum jetted out of the dog's cock, slamming into Julie's face. She jerked her head back in surprise, but then she looked up into the camera, knowing her unseen future viewers would see the liquid dripping down Georgene's cheek and along the corner of her mouth. It was so deliciously wicked to lick out her tongue and swirl the droplets of precum into her mouth. The taste was revolting, but she just batted her pretty eyes and smiled, then went back for more.

Julie was less startled by the second jet of precum and she realized that they were coming with every third stroke of her hand along the slimy red shaft. She was ready to catch the third ejection in her mouth. It was hot and salty and slightly thick. Another squirt and then another were expertly aimed into her mouth for the view of the camera. She couldn't believe what she was doing, but her hatred of little Georgene drove her on.

It was time for the real thing. She had to force herself to do it. Julie closed her eyes and tried to pretend that she was somewhere else, doing something wonderful. She leaned farther forward, then more and felt her slightly open lips barely touch the tip of the huge dog's penis. A visible shudder of fear ran through her body. Another jet of precum slammed into the back of her throat, startling her, and caused her to lose her balance. Suddenly the dog's cock was in her mouth. Her lips closed around it and the pointy end tickled the back of her throat. Her tongue felt the slimy coating and she tasted another awful squirt of precum.

She was sucking a dog! What was she thinking? Julie's mind snapped. This was crazy! NO! She had to stop!

Julie reared back from the big black dog and spit the vile precum out. She started to rise.

The massive dog had other ideas.

Buster was fully aroused by the little girl-bitch's ministrations and his instinctual need to dominate was in full force. The girl-bitch had clearly indicated her readiness, even if he couldn't smell her heat. She'd made up for her lack of smell by presenting herself to him and then ministering to his organ. His small brain told him it was time to mount, even if the signals were mixed. As the girl-bitch rose to her feet he reared up and gripped her around the waist, lashing out with his tongue across her frightened young face. On his hind legs he was actually taller than the small girl.

Julie screamed. There was no acting in the terror she exhibited for the camera. She pushed at his chest, but he was very strong and more determined now. His long rough tongue rasped across her face and through her lips. She threw her face back and forth from side to side, trying to avoid the huge hot tongue, but he was so much faster than her. Finally, in desperation, Julie wrenched her body in a violent twisting motion to break the beast's hold on her slim waist.

It was the wrong thing to do. Julie broke the dog's grip, but lost her balance, banged her shin painfully and fell face-down on the end of the padded bench. Buster was on her in an instant. He grabbed her by the hips from behind and drove her downwards into the bench with his broad hairy chest against her back.

The girl screamed and thrashed about, but there was little she could do. The weight of the dog pinned her chest to the soft bench. Her arms waved about with nothing to get a hold of and her hips jutted out over the end of the bench. Her legs dangled down. She could plant her bare feet on the floor, but she didn't have the strength to lift up and force the considerable weight of the dog off of her.

Under normal circumstances its quite difficult for a dog to mate a woman without considerable help. The anatomies just don't quite match up right. But Julie was in the body of a little girl, not a woman, and she'd inadvertently put herself in the ideal position - the height was right and the bench supported the combined weight of girl and beast perfectly. To Buster it was like an invitation. How could he not wrap his front legs around her hips and legs, thrust his powerful loins forward and dig his front claws into the flesh of the girl-bitch's inner thighs? It was just animalistic instinct and the desperate need to be the alpha male to his new little bitch's cowering submission. His hips jerked with wild and rapid abandon.

Julie grunted as the dog's mass slammed down on her back again and again, making it hard to breathe. Then she felt the long red mass of dog-meat poking at her hairless slit. Squirts of salty precum scalded her pussy, lubricating her love tunnel as designed. "No! No!" she managed to grunt out, but she knew she was doomed. She was going to be raped for the fourth time in less than a day. She was going to be raped by a dog! It was too horrible to contemplate, but she understood, completely, that it was going to happen.

Something in the poor girl's mind snapped. She gave in to the terror and humiliation. There was nothing else she could do. She opened her legs wider and then pushed upwards with her feet, straining with every muscle to arch her back and give the dog better access to her wonderful young cunt.

Buster howled as his long red pole found the mark and sank deep into the girl-bitch's fuck-hole. With incredibly rapid thrusts he had it completely embedded in her in seconds. The tip of his cock rammed into the end of her vagina with every vicious thrust, but that was no concern of his. He just knew he had to be fully engaged to complete his dominance of her and receive the blessed relief that would come pouring out of his hot meat as soon as it was fully ready.

"Uh, uh, uh," panted Julie with the rapid-fire piston of her dog-lover's long warm cock. She thrust back against him. Too many horrible, degrading things had happened in too short a period of time and she had broken. Suddenly her only desire was to submit, to be controlled and dominated and violently raped. Her pussy clutched at the canine's hot cock. "Uh, uh, uh, yes, yes, oh!" her climax built quickly, as strong as the last and she gave into it.

The huge dog rammed into his new girl-bitch as fast as he could, waiting impatiently for his fulfillment. And finally it came! His cock rapidly swelled from an inch and a half thick to three inches thick. He slammed it into her as deep as possible and pulled as hard as he could to give his gigantic knot the few seconds it needed to balloon inside of her.

Julie screamed at the sudden swelling inside of her. What was happening? Oh god! His cock was getting so huge. And then the knot swelled up and she felt like a softball had grown inside her body. She wasn't far off, as the knot of the dog's penis was nearly that big and it was well inside the cage of her pelvis, locking him to her small body until the swelling subsided. The unbelievable sensation sent Julie's orgasm over the edge and her body shook violently under the massive beast.

But Julie's degradation wasn't over. Tightly knotted with the small young body, the dog's balls finally gave up their massive load of semen, five or six times more cum than a man could produce. The hot liquid boiled out into her womb. She could feel it filling every available space and increasing the internal pressure from the massive phallus that was knotted to her small body.

With his seed safely emptied into the tiny girl-bitch, the big dog lost interest. He relaxed and let his tongue loll out while he panted to recover from his brief but intense exertion. His body weight crushed her down into the bench. Buster's mind was done with the preteen, but his body was designed to keep her captive for some time, impaled on his huge cock and trapped by the gigantic knot.

Julie struggled to breathe under the oppressive hulk and waited for her orgasm to slowly subside, leaving her trembling and exhausted. She thought it was probably three in the morning and she was beginning to feel the affects of the many struggles she'd suffered during the long day.

She was humiliated and crying from being so perversely used by a dog. But she was resolved not to let it all go to waste. Wait until all those boys out there got a good viewing of little Georgene doing unspeakable things with a dog. Her life would be over! But first she had to get out from under the big brute. She looked over her shoulder to see the little red record light on the camera - mocking her predicament, but assuring she had what she needed to destroy her enemy.

After what seemed like an hour, but wasn't more than twenty minutes, the dog became restless and agitated. He pulled at his cock and Julie gasped in pain. It felt like her insides were being pulled out. The knot was still far too large to come back out. The dog settled for twisting around, dropping his forelegs to the floor on one side of Julie, then throwing a back leg over her back, scratching her in the process. Julie cried out as the huge dog-dick rotated inside of her, with painful pressure. She took some relief from getting the dog's considerable weight off her back, but she was filled with anguish at ending up butt to butt with him. It was so degrading!

Julie had another ten minutes trapped ass to ass with her canine lover. She went over and over all the awful things she'd experienced in a day. And she had to admit to herself that they weren't all bad - or at least that she had been swept away to an ecstatic place she'd never imagined by some of the experiences. Even the dog had done amazing things to her!

It was like she was in a new world. But her old world was one of glamour, popularity and the power that came with them. If anyone knew the things she done, all of that would be gone forever. And Edgar was gone! But maybe, just maybe, if she ruined Georgene and then helped ruin Romon, maybe should could get Edgar back. He was a monster, but he was the key to her popularity.

"Oh, oh, OW" Julie's contemplations were disturbed by Buster's decision that it was time to unknot from the cute girl-bitch. His knot and cock had subsided somewhat and he used his strong legs to pull away. "OWWWW!" screamed Julie until the thick long dog-cock popped out of her pussy. A torrent of the dog's thin cum poured down her legs. She nearly fainted, but slowly and shakily she got to her feet, walked around and turned off the video camera.

Julie looked up to see the big dog curled up in a corner, licking his rapidly deflating cock. Sudden anger and fear coursed through her. She had to get rid of him! She was aghast at the pleasure she'd felt from the disgusting things the dog had done to her. Even thinking about it made her little pussy twitch. She ran and opened the door to the alley, then ran back to the dog. "Out, out, get out you beast." When he didn't move she grab the rope leash, abandoned on the floor, and looped it around his thick neck. Pulling with all her strength she managed to get the beast onto his feet and over to the door. She shoved him out into the cold night air and pulled the lead off of his neck. "I'm sorry," she said, "it's not you fault, but you have to go. Now shoo, shoo!" She slammed the door on him with no intention of ever seeing him again.

It took time to gather everything together and get the room put back the way she'd found it. Sleepiness and exhaustion kept causing mistakes, but finally she was back in her room, unseen. The video had to be uploaded to her laptop and edited down from an hour and a half to about forty minutes or it would be too big to send. It all took time, too much time! Julie felt like she had to get the video out now, before the wish was over. It was almost six in the morning by the time she was done with it. She could barely keep her eyes open. She still had to create a fictitious email account, 0;o 3;s 8;ut483@co 8; 0; 9;a 5; 8;.co 9;, and then she had to type in all the email addresses she needed. Some of them she had to look up, and she kept making typing errors in her exhaustion. But finally, finally she was done. The video file was attached and she hit send. She watched the little wheel go round and round as it processed the large file she'd attached. Was the file too big? She kept glancing at the clock - 5:56, 5:58, 5:59! Yes! Yes! "Message sent." Twenty young men and several middle school teachers were going to have very interesting email when they woke up this morning. By Monday it would be all over the middle school and high school both. And someone would surely post it to the Internet, even if it wouldn't last long.

Julie collapsed over her keyboard with a huge sigh of relief. She'd done it. The little bitch was going to pay!

Gathering herself together, Julie sat back up and looked into the mirror: the face of Julieta Bosch looked back at her.

Continue on to the conclusion, Chapter Seven, or return to the beginning of The Jealous Bitch.

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