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Tuesday, July 23, 2013

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Filename: disconne.txt
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story_codes: Dogs/girls (8-12), first, oral, anal, nc

story_intro: When a group of young schoolgirls leave for a weeklong retreat away from television, cell phones, and the internet, they are expecting a quiet and even boring time. They're certainly not expecting the men who imprison them before turning them into playthings for their guard dogs. 

story_language: English





Disconnected

Written by madvlad


	The head count was simple enough; twelve girls from Marjorie's sixth grade class seated in the small bus, ready for a week-long retreat. It was part of a program at their private school called "Disconnected". They would spend a week at a remote location, doing their usual lessons, but without any television, cell phones, or internet. It was a way for youngsters to learn how to comfortably function and interact without the constant presence of technology.

	Marjorie nodded to the bus driver and settled in her seat as the bus departed the school. She could hear snippets of conversations from her students and none of their individual reactions were much of a surprise.

	Vicky was, as always, enthusiastic. One of three girls who had turned twelve during the second semester, she was also the class president, a position befitting of her natural leadership skills.

	Another, less enthusiastic girl complained about the upcoming week.

	"I so can't believe my parents wanted me to do this," eleven year-old Stacy complained. "Like, I am going to miss so much stuff! And I was going to do a video for You Tube singing 'I'm your Grrrl'."

	"Oh, they'll have to shut down the internet without a new video of you lip-synching in your bathing suit," another classmate retorted.

	Marjorie heard the others laugh at the expense of Stacy the Diva. Included in the mix was a braying sound from Dorie. Dorie was, in a word, awkward. And she was awkward in every way - her appearance, her voice, and her movements. Marjorie would have liked to have thought that this was just an awkward phase for the twelve year-old, but the kid had been awkward ever since she had started attending kindergarten at the school (and was likely that way long before) and was likely doomed to be this way for life.

	"Being away from all of these things will be peaceful," Mary said gently. "It's like this at camp every summer."

	That would be church camp, in Mary's case. She was a very religious girl and she showed her faith in her quiet, reserved manner. For that, Marjorie was grateful. Mary was never preachy, choosing instead to be a good girl and to set an example.

	As usual, Heather was sitting next to Mary and saying nothing Although Marjorie had no idea what Heather's religious beliefs were (nor did she care), she knew the girl to be painfully shy. Fortunately, Mary's gentle nature made Heather a little more comfortable and Marjorie often paired the two together during class trips.

	Another pair needed no help from Marjorie in staying together. Brea was easily the most athletic girl in her class and the school's soccer coach could hardly wait for her to be in high school so she could be on the varsity soccer team. Oddly enough, it was the brightest girl in the class who had gravitated to her. 

	Cassie was only eight years old but had already skipped several grades. Obviously, she usually lagged behind the other girls (except for the hapless Dorie) in competitions during gym class. On a suggestion by Vicky, Brea had taken Cassie under wing, helping coach her here and there. In return, Cassie idolized the older girl. Brea was flattered and acted like a benevolent older sister.

	All in all, they were a good mix of kids. Stacy had eventually turned from complaining about the week to giving Dorie some tips on hairstyles. It was probably a lost cause, but Marjorie admired Stacy's optimism.

	"Miss Hawthorne, is this the place?" Vicky asked.

	The bus had pulled into the parking lot of what looked like an old factory in the middle of nowhere. There were a few cars and vans parked there and she turned to the bus driver.

	"Gross!" Stacy opined, drawing the word out into two syllables.

	"This is the place," the driver said before she could ask. "They've done some refurbishing on the inside. Go on in - I'll get the bags."

	"Let's go girls," Marjorie said. "You know the old saying - never tell a book by its cover."

	The students followed their teacher in through the front office door. Several members of the staff were waiting for them, but none of the girls dared to ask any questions as they fixed their gazes on the guns being pointed at them.

	"Where did they take Miss Hawthorne?" one of the girls asked Vicky.

	The twelve students were seated in a large, makeshift jail cell with the front wall entirely made of bars. Several other cells, all of them smaller, lined both sides of the hallway. Their teacher had been led away as the girls were taken here. It had been four hours and their anxiety showed in reddened eyes and trembling limbs.

	"I don't know," Vicky answered in a voice that barely rose above a whisper. 

	The door at the end of the hallway opened and two men came to the large cell. They didn't need to draw their weapons as they girls were clearly cowed by their presence. 

	"Vicky!" one of them called.

	Timidly, Vicky raised her hand. One of the men unlocked and opened the door.

	"Come on, Miss Class President. It's time for you lead the way."

	Several girls winced as the door clanged shut. They could hear the men's heavier footsteps covering the lighter sounds of Vicky's feet. Then the heavy hall door opened and shut and they heard nothing more. 

	Until Vicky started screaming.

	"Strip."

	The command was quite simple, but only registered as a meaningless sound as she scanned the room. The floor was mostly covered in thin padded mats like those used in gymnastics. In the center was a low, adjustable frame made of stainless steel bars. Vicky could not take her eyes from the leather cuffs at the bottom of each of the four legs. Although they were thick and strong, they were marked and stained from heavy usage.
It was only when the order to strip was repeated that she also became aware of the number of video cameras in the room. 

	She quickly scanned the faces of the men in the room but found only coldness and a hint of...anticipation? Vicky's experience with boys was only a couple of quick pecks on the mouth during a game of Spin the Bottle a few months ago. But like most of her classmates, she had at least a textbook knowledge about basic sexual intercourse when it came to making babies. And they had been warned about certain men who desired to have sex with younger girls.

	Gulping to keep from bursting into tears, Vicky disrobed. The cameras came on and the men shifted position as they eyed her body. Vicky's brunette hair hung in a braid down her back and her eyes were light blue. Her milky skin was smooth all over, including the V-shaped portion of femaleness between her legs. There was just a slight tapering at her waist and her hips had barely begun to widen beyond their childish curves. When her bra was removed, her teacup-sized breasts remained in their firm position. 

	With no fanfare, she was placed on her hands and knees over the rack while it was adjusted. Then the leather cuffs were secured around her wrists and knees. 

	"I suppose we should tell you about our security system," a man who seemed to be in charge said. "We have locks and all kinds of electronic doodads, but you just can't completely remove the organic component. So we have dogs."

	The man gestured and a German Shepard was led in on a leash.

	"But like people," the man continued. "Dogs need to be rewarded. And I'll bet you can guess what kind of reward that Buster, here, is going to get."

	Buster was led around the girl several times and Vicky could tell he was getting agitated. On the third time around, the man holding his leash stopped directly behind Vicky. The girl struggled, trying to see behind her, but it was of no use. She strained at her bonds when she felt the dog's cold wet nose against her bare cunt.

	Buster was becoming aroused when he caught the scent of the young human's sex. He had been trained to rut with human females and knew from experience that these smaller ones with little or no fur around their holes were always the tightest and tastiest. Being a dog, of course, he had no views for or against sex with underage girls; he just knew what he liked best. He had also been trained how to use his tongue. The little human made some interesting, high-pitched noises while Buster hungrily lapped at the bald cleft displayed for his enjoyment.

	Despite her fear, Vicky was outraged by the wet lapping of the beast's tongue against her private area. When the guard brought Buster around to the front again, the dog licked her face with the same tongue that had just been feasting on her genitals. Vicky turned her head away in revulsion and the man spoke again.

	"You're the class president, Vicky. That means you're responsible for your classmates."

	"What do you mean?" she gasped. 

	"Well, how you behave now will affect how they get treated later. Do you understand?"

	Vicky hung her head and then nodded. 

	"Look at Buster's cock."

	Vicky raised her head and felt her stomach lurch as she saw the long red dong protruding from its furry pouch. One of the men donned latex gloves and quickly smeared some oil on it. The Buster was led around back. With one leap, the dog was on the girl's back, his front paws scrabbling until they were planted against the same crossbar where Vicky's upper chest and arm pits were supported. 

	Buster growled and Vicky whimpered beneath him as she felt his oily thing rubbing against her backside. The man behind her took hold of the dog's prick and pressed the tip into the slit of Vicky's childish mound. Vicky's whimpering increased as she felt her labia spreading. She was powerless to stop his progress and felt her hole straining as it was plumbed.

	With a hard jerk, Buster sent his shiny red cock plunging through Vicky's hymen, shredding it with ease. His sex mate shrieked in agony as she was pierced, but the dog was used to these noises. Madly humping over Vicky's buttocks, he pushed himself further in until the twelve year-old's virgin snatch was forcibly filled with canine cock.

	As Buster pulled out, his prick was dripping with the girl's blood. On the next shove in, the tight seal of Vicky's fuck hole wiped it off, painting the bulging, hairless labia with her own lost virginity. Each thrust added more, soon staining Vicky's inner thighs. A slick, rubbing noise accompanied each stroke as the preteen's deflowered pussy was dog-raped.

	Her tortured tunnel burned as she suffered a little more tearing aside from the loss of her membrane. The dog's hardened member bruised her muscles as it slammed into her pussy but there was little else that Vicky could do besides screaming and taking the abuse. 

	Something had changed and Vicky became aware of something else that seemed to mash against her cunny every time the dog moved into her. She wasn't aware that his knot had swelled and was slamming against her from the outside.  Then Buster stopped and kept leaning into her. The prick inside her young pussy convulsed and then she felt the surge of something scalding and wet invading her further. With the schoolgirl's uterus brimming with canine seed, her defilement was complete. 

	None of the men moved, knowing full well that he dog would pull out only when he was ready. When he did, a pinkish flood of fluids poured from the child's cunt and down her thighs. A man took Buster's leash and led him out. As he left, another man with another Shepard came in. The new dog could smell the scent of sex in the room and immediately began scrambling toward the captive girl.

	Vicky's oozing pussy did not require the dog's cock to be lubricated. His handler helped move the dick in place. 

	"Howie," he said to the dog. "Meet Vicky. Vicky, meet How-"

	"AAAAIIIIIGGGHHHHHHHH!"

	"Oh, I see you've already met."

	When Howie finished and added his jism to the girl, another dog was brought in, and then another. Halfway through the fourth rape, Vicky's strength ran out. Her screaming petered to small grunts as her furry mauler humped her. While some trails of blood were still visible around her crotch, there was much more in the way of canine semen splashed all over her lower belly and thighs. Her small breasts swayed to the rhythm of the fucking, but she didn't notice. The cameras, however, caught it all. 

	Dully, Vicky felt the thick surge of fluids inside her, followed by the new hot river of cum that escaped when her pussy was uncorked. She was beaten, waiting for the next dog, when she was unbuckled from the rack and helped to her feet. 

	"Well done, Vicky. You've made out decision regarding your classmates," the man in charge said. 

	"You'll let us go?" she croaked.

	"Of course not," the man laughed. "But you've proven that all of your will make great fuck toys for our dogs. And we have two dozen of them."

	Vicky moved automatically, her abused cunny protesting with every step, as she was helped from the room. Now she was weeping as she considered how she had betrayed her classmates. She had thought she would prevent this from happening to them but had only consigned them to the same horrors. She stared straight ahead as she was led back to the hall and past the cell with the other girls. She couldn't bear to look at them knowing what was to happen. When a smaller cell was opened, she collapsed onto the mattress there, refusing to respond to the cries and calls of her friends.

	In the large cell, several girls burst into tears when they saw Vicky being helped past their cell. She didn't look their way, but her nakedness and the mess between her legs made it clear that something terrible had been done. They could hear another door open and close before the man came back. Looking at a list, he called for one of the other girls and then threatened them all with some unnamed punishment if she didn't respond. One of the eleven year-olds stood and was taken away.

	The girls sat in silence, hearing only some of their own quiet cries and the weeping from Vicky's unseen cell. Soon enough, they heard their other classmate as her horrors began.

	Stacy was next, but when she was called, the man also asked for Mary. Trembling, the girl stood up and inched toward the man. He swiftly grabbed her arm and jabbed it with a syringe. 

	"Just a little medicine," he said with a leer as he led Stacy away.

	Mary rubbed her arm and stared after the man in confusion

	Although she was obsessed with being a famous pop-star and actress, Stacy felt anything but comfortable as she stood completely nude before the bevy of cameras. She was a slightly built girl with breasts the size of small half-apples that looked larger on her petite frame. She had been warned not to shut her eyes or else something worse would happen.

	Stacy didn't know what that 'something worse' could be, but she saw mirrors arranged around this strange-looking rack and angled in every way. Once she was strapped in place, she found that many of the mirrors were angled so that she could see the hairless features of her immaturely plump twat.

	Her eyes remained open, wide with horror as she saw the red, shiny prick of the German Shepard guided into her pretty little snatch. The dog heaved forward, making Stacy screech as her virgin barrier immediately caved in. The girl's head jerked in every direction, each time confronted by a reflected view of her bloodied cunt being savagely stabbed by the stiff rod of dog meat.

	As one dog followed another, her shapely young thighs were bathed in cum while her cunny still carried stains of red. All of it was captured in gooey detail by the cameras. Several monitors also showed full body shots as the little eleven year-old was mounted by a series of canine lovers. By the time the multi-angled freak show was finished, Stacy was wishing she had never heard of a video camera. 

	Stacy was lying in a heap on the mattress in her small cell, mercifully dropping off to sleep as Mary was taken away. Heather curled into a ball as her best friend left the cell.

	Stripped bare, Mary was horribly embarrassed to be ogled by all of the men. Next to Cassie, she was the youngest in the class, just having turned eleven shortly after the school year began. If not for the long, soft curls of her blonde hair, she might have passed for a boy while she was still wearing her white cotton panties. Her body had not yet matured, with her chest completely flat and her body lines rather straight. But then the panties had come off under threats of further punishment and the soft rolls of the hairless mound between her legs told the world she was a girl.

	The dogs, of course, needed no prolonged presentation of that fact. Little Mary, raised to be a good girl, prayed in vain as her innocence was lost to the hardened dick of a German Shepard. Her prayers became cries as she was mercilessly pounded full of cock and inevitably inseminated. 

	But when the second dog took her, Mary's cries became subdued, almost confused. The men in the room exchanged knowing looks. Before they made Stacy a movie star, they had injected her with a stimulant to increase her sexual arousal. After her first fuck, they weren't sure if the drug was working, but the delay was over and the fun was getting better. 

	Before human and camera eyes, the formerly innocent preteen transformed from a good little Christian girl to a raving slut. Mary bumped her delicious young rump back as hard as she could each time her hound rammed into her tight quim. 

	Mary didn't understand why she was feeling what she did, but she knew she wanted more of that wonderful hard thing pushing inside of her and making her feel so...ooooh, naughty...in her unmentionable place. Her moans were long and lustful with every heave of cock that bored into her pussy. From beneath the layers of blood and cum, her clitty poked through, red and inflamed. 

	"Ummmmm!" the child cooed as more dog semen violated her body. By the time the third dog was taken behind her, Mary was rolling her hips and begging for it. The dog was happy to oblige and began to wildly hump away at the horny little preteen. Mary came, shaking in her restraints while the dog pumped away, heedless of the schoolgirl's nasty pleasure.

	Mary lasted through seven dogs and three more orgasms by the time she was spent. The drug was wearing off and the girl was left to wonder what had possessed her as two men carried her back to the jail block, each one holding her under an arm since her legs weren't working so well. None of the other girls had the experience to know that much of the fluids dripping from Mary's legs had been created by her own pussy.

	Two more girls were taken and raped before it was Dorie's turn. After removing her clothing, a small, wireless earpiece was inserted in one ear. The gawky twelve year-old didn't look too bad without her clothes, with a nice set of young titties and a pleasingly full, if slightly heavy rear end. She was the first of the lot (and as it would happen, the only one) with any pubic hair, if the scant, silky strands clustered just above her slit could be called that.

	Those wispy little pubes were quickly matted with blood as Dorie got her first dog rape. While she was squalling in pain, one of the men spoke into a microphone that sounded in her ear as a second dog was brought into the room.

	"How does it feel to always be last, Dorie? Last in looks, last in grades, last in sports. That's what they'll put on your gravestone - 'Last'. But as soon as we saw you, we thought you could be something special. Do you want to be someone special and do something none of your classmates can?"

	Red-faced as she was being skewered by Shepard prick, Dorie nodded. 

	"Good," said the voice in her ear. "Here's what you need to do."

	Dorie thought the suggestion was horrible, but she was indeed tired of always being last. When the second dog was position in front of her, the man lifted him from behind so that he was standing on his hind legs. Clearly ready for action from what he had been seeing, hearing, and smelling, the dog was ready, with his long red penis pointed at Dorie's face. The man walked him forward a little and Dorie craned her neck and opened her mouth.

	The hardened member felt warm and kind of funny, but the voice in her ear told Dorie want to do. Despite her limited range of motion Dorie managed to bob her head while clamping with her lips. The first surge of cum took her by surprise, making her cough and gag while the microphone voice urged her to swallow. 

	She managed a little better with the second dog to cum in her mouth and did quite well by the third. In total, the nerdy schoolgirl took nine dogs, gobbling four of their cocks while another five blew their wads in her snatch.

	Although sore and embarrassed and covered in dog slime, Dorie felt a strange sense of pride as she was taken to her cell. Although she felt bad as she heard the next girl weeping as she was removed from the big cell, Dorie felt some satisfaction in knowing her record wouldn't be broken.

	"Nice tits. How many boys have played with them?" a man asked.

	Heather couldn't answer and could only cry. They asked the question again and she managed to shake her head. She had some small swellings under each nipple that were quite sensitive when she had explored her new growth in the privacy of her bedroom. Now, she was exposed and helpless. 

	"No one has? What about your friend, Mary? She doesn't have anything at all yet on her chest. Do you let her play with yours so she knows what she's missing?"

	Heather shook her head again. Mary would never do something like that! 

	"Really? You should let her. And she's got a bald little cunt just like yours. You should try licking each other there."

	Heather could only keep crying in response to those dirty suggestions.

	"Maybe your little sisters will be more fun. I'll bet they'd get into some hot dyke action if they were shown how."

	Heather wailed at the thought of these men laying hands on her little sister and Mary's. Both of them were only six years old. And like Mary and Heather, their birthdays were only a few weeks apart. It was a joke between the two families at how the younger girls were so much like their big sisters in appearance and personality - almost as if the older girls had been cloned.

	After Heather had been strapped into place, the assaults began. For such a quiet girl, she produced quite a yell when her maidenhead was ruptured by a doggy dick. Shock set in and her crying died away, leaving only the gooey sounds of the German Shepard's cock as it ravaged the little girl's pierced cunt. In silent horror, Heather could feel every inch of the prick as it battered her pussy tunnel. Although she couldn't see there, she could tell that the hot trickles she felt over her distorted mons and running down her thighs were from her blood. 

	The next fluids she felt were harder to identify, since her only sexual experience was presently occurring. Jets of canine jism filled her baby chamber and overflowed from her small snatch. When the dog pulled out, Heather could feel the cool air probing at her yawning cunt as gobs of thick, bloody semen drained out. When the next dog mounted her, Heather found her voice again, screaming as she was savaged and inseminated. 

	After the second dog was done, Heather was un-cuffed and moved to a different piece of furniture. There, she was laid on her back with her wrists cuffed to the frame legs and her ankles the same way, leaving her legs pulled well apart. Her budding breasts were practically flat, but one of the men poured a fluid over each of them and rubbed it in. Heather could smell something meaty.

	"They're juices from the steaks we grilled," he said as he rubbed the stuff into the girl's skin. "We thought that Dobby would like a snack before he goes to work."

	Dobby was a huge, almost black German Shepard. And he did enjoy his snack. Placing his forepaws on Heather's flat belly, he went after her barely developing chest with gusto. Heather recoiled as the dog's tongue lapped at her although she couldn't prevent her nipples from stiffening in response. Dobby was determined to get every last drop, even if that meant chewing on the succulent flesh a little to help draw the juices out. Heather sobbed as her tender little titlets were nipped and nibbled on. By the time Dobby was done, her chest was adorned with little red marks although fortunately he hadn't broken the skin.

	Now the section above Heather's waist was raised to an angle where she could easily see her crotch. The men warned her no to look away or else they would bring her little sister here. Dobby was a specially trained dog, even if Heather could not appreciate his talents. He could fuck a human in the missionary position.

	Keeping her innocent baby sister in mind, Heather forced herself to watch as the massive red animal prick plunged into her bloodied twat. The smooth, stained labia pushed out, bulging hideously as the dog raped her. The cameras caught all of the angles as the preteen watched the guard dog pump her defenseless pussy until she was sullied with his semen.

	After Heather was dumped in her cell, the man came for Brea. Cassie wailed and clung to the older girl, but the man easily dislodged her and took Brea from the cell. Cassie lay facedown on the floor, her shoulders heaving as she cried.

	Brea tried to keep a brave face, but could not prevent her legs from quivering as she stood naked before the men. Although she was an excellent athlete, she felt every bit the mere eleven years of her age as hungry eyes roved over her body. Her breasts were small - a little less than Stacy's size. From years of sports, her belly was tight and her legs were well tapered. Her buttocks were high and tight and her sleek young pussy, devoid of hair, retained just a hint of childhood puffiness. 

	Brea looked at the rack (Mary's special one had been moved away again), noting the cuffs and the stains underneath. Her lightly tanned face grew gray as she saw the blood and recognized the other congealing fluids. 

	"You don't play fair, Brea," a man said. We can't pop your cherry, now can we?"

	"No," she said quietly.

	"Yeah, you gave it up back when you were...oh, when you were eight. That's Cassie's age. No wonder you like her so much. Does she remind you of yourself when you were still innocent?"

	Brea lowered her head so they couldn't see the hot tears that escaped her eyes. When she was eight, an older, college-aged cousin was supposed to be babysitting her over the weekend. Brea spent the entire time stripped naked and to her bed while he raped her repeatedly. She shuddered as she remembered the feeling of utter helplessness as she waited for the next assault while the fluids in her ravaged pussy grew thick and sticky. And every two or three hours, he came back for more. 

	Sometime Sunday evening, he left her alone for her parents to find. The police spent months looking for him, only to report that he had disappeared somewhere south of the Mexican border.

	"Please," Brea begged. "Don't hurt Cassie. Do...do whatever you want to me and do it double so you'll leave her alone."

	"How touching. Then you'd better impress us."

	Brea remained compliant as she was strapped to the rack. When the first dog came in, her eyes nervously tracked the long red dick while it was being greased as she mentally compared it to what her cousin had. She remembered the tearing and stretching between her legs but was confused when she felt it poking higher along her backside. Realization struck as the dog thrust forward.

	Despite her ordeal from three years ago, Brea had never imagined such a thing happening in her butt. Her entire body shook as her anus was wrenched open. She tried to clamp it shut, but could not stop the rapid-fire strokes of the cock as her virgin ass was plundered.

	Now alone in the large cell, Cassie shook as she heard her idol's cries.

	Brea didn't know how long she could take this as the stiff member stabbed her over and over. It was if her guts were on fire. Then came the filthy surge of liquid she remembered from years ago. It felt no better in her rear than it had in her cunt. When another dog took his place, she tried to squeeze him out, but her asshole, fresh from her first anal fucking, could not respond in time and the schoolgirl was left to take another hard prick in her rapidly bruising rectum.

	The eleven year-old's firm ass cheeks jiggled just enough to be cute as dog after dog sawed his prick in and out between them. The overhead camera view was especially nice, showing the snow white globed wedged apart by the thick red cock pumping between them. From below, Brea's tiny titties quivered in perfect sync with her buttocks.

	By the time the sixth dog was inside her ass, Brea was nearly unconscious. Her yelling had stopped as her head hung limply. But her ass had been opened quite nicely and this dog was able to get in deeper. He was in so far that when his knot swelled, it was just inside her opening.

	"Huuu Guh! N-naaaaaa. GAAAA!" was Brea's frantic response as her ass was forced to expand quite painfully.

	"Shit, she's been knotted," someone said.

	Brea's voice returned in loud measure as the swollen member shifted inside her body. The dog growled, drooling hot spittle on the back of Brea's neck; every movement forcibly moving the girl's ass with him. He kept shifting around until his balls sent his goo thundering into the preteen's guts.

	Brea was vaguely aware of the relief as the knot deflated and the dog left her. It still felt as if her butt hole as was held wide open by a two by four as the cuffs were undone and she was helped to her feet. She kept telling herself that it was over and clung to that to keep her sanity. Then the man who had spoken to her before interrupted her thoughts.

	"That was great - especially with you taking a knot in the ass. But you weren't quite good enough and Cassie will be visiting us now."

	A couple of men were adjusting the cuffs on the frame to fit Cassie's shorter limbs. The little girl stood nearby, weeping as cameras panned over her body. She was completely undeveloped with no definition between her chest and belly. She kept trying to cover her crotch, but another man helpfully pulled her hands away so that everyone could get a view of the round little cuntlet while it was still unused. 

	From behind, it also looked quite tasty once Cassie was bent over the frame. Her lips were bald and fat as they formed a diminutive cleft. Her little rump was a lovely pair of fleshy bubbles that the dog's oily prick smeared while his handler tried to aim it at the proper target.

	Cassie knew something bad had happened to the other girls between their legs and she whimpered as she felt that huge red thing she had spied pressing into her vagina. All of her intelligence could not tell her why men wanted to see a dog hurt a little girl in her private place. 

	She pleaded for them to stop it as she felt her entrance stretch so badly. Then her words changed into a wail as her tight portal could take no more and tore a little. Then there was something else resisting for a brief moment.

	Buster was getting frustrated with this little pup. He had enjoyed three others but this one was harder to get into. But he had a once track mind and threw himself further until the pup howled and he felt the hot wetness of little girl pussy on his prick.

	Cassie screamed as her cherry was shredded. The dog kept pushing in hard motions, ripping and searing her immature sheath with his cock until it could go no further. Still, the little girl's cervix was under stress as the hardened member rammed it repeatedly. The eight year-old's arms and legs strained at her cuffs as the dog relentlessly savaged her bleeding pussy. But there was nothing she could do as the horrible thing kept stabbing her body from below. 

	Cassie's cries took on the pitch of a damaged siren, making Buster bay as he hunched into the tiny grip of her cuntlet. The little girl nearly got sick when she felt something slimy and boiling shoot into her belly. Buster pressed even harder into the child's sex as he filled her womb with his canine sperm.

	Cassie's perfect, plump cunny was now stretched as the fluids from her virgin rape poured from it. It continued after Buster pulled out, saturating the eight year-old from crotch to knees with the vile mix. When she saw Buster walk past her face with blood and other stuff dripping from his prick, she fainted. 

	She was revived with smelling salts in time to feel another cock pushing against her bottom. She tried to close her rear orifice, but it was too late. Instead, she screamed anew as her anus was torn open. Once this barrier was breached, the German Shepard eagerly filled the child's snug little rectum with a hearty helping of doggy dick.

	This time, Cassie knew she was bleeding in a place she had never thought possible. The pain lancing through her guts came in sharp waves. Straining, she tried to pull free of the cuffs, but nothing worked and the guard dog continued to pork her pert little rump until he coated her rectum in semen. More dripping stains polluted the child's flawless skin as the dog pulled out. 

	"Wasn't that fun, Cassie?"

	Panting, she shook her head.

	"That's odd- Brea loved it that way."

	Cassie couldn't imagine why Brea could possibly want to get stabbed and made all sticky inside her bottom, but soon she had other concerns as the next dog mounted her, quickly skewering her tiny twat. Cassie hollered helplessly as she endured another round of canine copulation. Oblivious of his mate's discomfort, the dog happily humped away, trying to make puppies with the small child.

	While her classmates listened to her screaming in sadness and horror, Cassie's world became a blur of ravishing cocks alternating between her two bottom holes, approaching darkness, and the acrid tang of smelling salts as she was revived so she could "enjoy her playtime". Eventually, her raw vocal cords could produce hardly anything. As with some of the other girls, the movie soundtrack changed to the squelching wet pumps of dog cock against little girl flesh as more pinkish froth grew around Cassie's openings.

	When the men decided she was done, Cassie was in no condition to walk. A man calmly threw her over her shoulder, making sure the other girls saw what was draining from Cassie's limp body. Rather than putting her in her own cell, the man put her in with Dorie.

	"Hey, Dorie - you didn't finish first after all," the man told the older girl. "This little slut beat your record and took twelve cocks - six in her cunt and six up the ass."

	Dorie stared at Cassie in disbelief and then saw what the dogs had done to the little girl. If the man was hoping that she would lash out, he was disappointed. Dorie gently pulled Cassie into her lap and lifted the girl's head, whispering softly to her.

	As horrible as the first two days were, the remaining five were bizarrely calm. There was no more torment. Instead, the girls received medical care, mostly in the form of topical ointments that sped the healing. The very potent stuff was actually illegal as it hadn't been tested in government labs, but it worked incredibly well. 

	The girls were given plenty to eat and drink - everything rich in calories so they wouldn't go home looking gaunt. On the last night, they were given their clothes back and taken to a room where a lavish dinner was served. Even Cassie was up and moving by then, although she had to walk a little slowly. Both Brea and Dorie hovered close to her with an unspoken vow to protect her.

	One of the men spoke to the girls, assuring them that they would not be subjected to this again as long as they cooperated and told no one. It was a threat that had always worked before and there was no doubt judging by the girls' expressions that they had no intention of risking a repeat encounter. 

	The next day, they were getting ready to leave but were taken back to the large room. 

	"You may as well see the fruits of your efforts," the man in charge said cheerfully. 

	The girls watched silently as a DVD was played, showing each girl getting doggy-fucked in a variety of ways. Stacy's tears fell silently as she watched her porn debut. Mary hid her face in her hands as she watched herself in a state of induced arousal moaning lustfully as she was used again and again. Heather put an arm around her shoulder to comfort her.

	Despite having seen her injuries, none of the girls were prepared for what they saw when Cassie took a dozen dogs in her much smaller body. The eight year-old laid her head in Brea's lap and closed her eyes, although she could not block the sounds of her own agony from the video. 

	Finally, they boarded the bus. Marjorie appeared for the first time, looking pale and sick. She did not say a word as she quickly took her seat. The girls filed past her wondering what their teacher had been subjected to.

	When the bus driver had their bags loaded, he climbed aboard and spoke to the group.

	"We'll be taking the scenic route back, so you'll have no idea how to get back when you start getting the itch for more dog cock."

	He laughed as he put the bus in gear. Unknown to the girls, the back roads were changed after they left, some camouflaged with dirt and rocks and other roads opened, thus ensuring that the place could not be found. The driver's route also added a couple of hours of travel before they reached a major highway, completely confusing any sense of direction or distance.

	Marjorie kept her eyes closed and tried to will the aspirin to work harder. She knew she looked bad and had intentionally made sure she had a hangover after partying with the guys last night. It had been a hell of a week and Marjorie couldn't get enough of watching all of those preteens get humped into submission. Having a little eight year-old in the group made it all the more nasty and delicious and would raise the selling price of the video. 

	In the back of the bus, Cassie was whispering as Dorie rapidly wrote down a series of letters and numbers. The other girls had joined them, leaving their teacher and the driver in front.

	"What are those?" Mary asked as she pointed to Dorie's notepad.

	"The license plates of the cars and vans we saw in the parking lot," Dorie replied.

	"But, like, we only saw them for a few seconds," Stacy pointed out.

	"Sure, but Wonder Brain here memorized them like I asked her to," Dorie said, playfully tapping Cassie's head. The younger girl smiled for the first time in a week.

	"Dorie said we're gonna get back at those bad guys," she said.

	"But we can't go to the police," Vicky said. "I can't believe I said that, but we don't have much proof. I mean, a doctor will see what happened, but then what? By the time they investigate, it might be too late."

	"And I don't want to go to court and tell what happened in front of a bunch of people," Stacy added. "I don't want them looking at me."

	"I have some proof," Mary spoke up. "It's a sin to steal, but after this week, well...to heck with it."

	It was the strongest statement Mary had ever said and it made the others take notice. 

	"When we were leaving the big room, I took one of the DVD's," she whispered. "I wanted to make sure we had proof, but Vicky's right - the police might take too long and those men may come after us."

	"So the license numbers won't do any good," another girl said glumly. 

	"Oh, I can use them and find who they belong to," Dorie said with a devilish smile making her homely features look a little radiant. "Maybe I'll never be the best at anything, but that's okay. My brother's a much better hacker than I am, but I'm pretty good, too."

	"You mean with computers?" Vicky asked. "But we're talking about the Department of Motor vehicles - that's a government website."

	"Piece of cake," Dorie said as she cracked her knuckles. "You know how Mr. Pollard liked to try to peek down our shirts when we started growing boobs?"

	The girls with noticeable development nodded, remembering the creepy music teacher. 

	"Well, he bought a new car a few months ago, and every time he gets a license plate, it's one of those special ones whey give to drivers who have had DUI's. He sends them back and then gets another DUI plate. It's driving him bat shit."

	That earned Dorie a round of giggles. She sat straighter and looked more confident; the gawkiness falling away as she was now in her element.

	"We need to get Miss Hawthorne involved," Mary said. "She'll know what to do with the information."

	"No," Brea stated firmly. "I don't trust her."

	Several of the girls protested, pointing out how bad their teacher looked. Brea waved her hand to quiet them down.

	"We were scouted," she said.

	"Huh?" another girl asked.

	"Something my soccer coach always talked about. I never paid it much mind because I just wanted to play, but now it makes sense. When scouting another team, you look at where their strengths and weaknesses are. Look at what they did to us this week. I mean, it was all bad, but they knew how to get each one of us where it hurts.

	They made Vicky feel responsible for everything because they knew she was the class president. Stacy likes to perform in front of cameras and so they had all those mirrors so she could never look away. I just know they put something in Mary when they put the needle in her arm and then she acted that way."

	"Yeah, there's stuff out there that makes girls, um, be that way," Dorie agreed, sending Mary a sympathetic look. 

	Brea rattled off other information about the other girls before wrapping it up.

	"And they knew Heather was shy and put her so she had to watch. They knew what my cousin...what happened to me when I was eight and there's something about that in my school record because I had to go to counseling. And they knew that treating Cassie the worst would hurt us all."

	Cassie leaned against Brea and hugged her arm.

	"So," Brea concluded. "We were scouted. And it had to be somebody who knew us all, especially about what happened to me before, which none of you knew. Miss Hawthorne was gone all week and I think she had something to do with it."

	"Yeah, now that I think about it, she's just hung over," Stacy observed. "My father looked like that after last New Year's."

	"But it still comes down to who we can go to," Vicky sighed.

	Heather cleared her throat and immediately blushed when everyone looked her way.

	"I know someone who can help," she said very quietly. "My Uncle Gene."

	"Oh, he's a very nice man," Mary said. "But he's a landscaper - not the kind of person who can go after these guys.

	"Well...you see...landscaping is just a front," Heather explained softly. "He actually runs a pretty tough crew for the mob. When someone needs to be whacked, Uncle Gene and his guys are the ones to do it. And with a landscaping business, they always have a place to bury the bodies."

	The other girls stared at their friend who in her usual sweet, bashful way had calmly explained how her uncle ran a gang of hit men. Heather blushed more deeply and ducked her head for a moment.

	"I know it's not very polite to knock someone off," she said. "But Uncle Gene is really good at it and he loves his work."

	"Whoa," Stacy breathed.

	Dorie looked toward the front of the bus and snorted before looking back at Heather.

	"Yeah, I'll bet Miss Hawthorne didn't find that in your school record."



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This story is a work of fiction.  Names, characters, places, and incidents either are products of the author's imagination or are used fictitiously.  Any resemblance to actual events or locales or persons, living or dead, is entirely coincidental.


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