DOG RAPED
By Jack Roland


Foreword

DOG RAPED! is a shocking story, a startling insight into a perverted man's soul. It is
the story of rape, of bestiality, of perversions; yet, it is also a stark portrayal of a man
that society has helped to create, a man who stalks and victimizes young women,
forcing them into degrading acts.
For John Manning, the role of rapist was created for him. His past is a tragic' scenario
of broken homes, unloving parents, lonely orphanages-despicable, hate-filled
remembrances that force him to love a perverted, twisted passion: defiling innocent
women.
DOG RAPED! – the story of an individual plagued by loneliness and perversity, a
victim of society's ills who decides to pay back those that created him.
-The Publisher


Chapter 1

Danny Gold scratched his morning erection and sniffed the air. The odor of bacon and
eggs came to him as he stretched his tall lean body and fought to cp from slumping
back into the soft warmth of the quilt that covered him. It was Monday morning d
Patty, his lovely bride of only a month, was in the kitchen of their Pacific Heights
apartment dexterously pattering about so he could have a hot meal before he left for his
job as a crime reporter for the city's largest newspaper.
I love that woman! he thought as he propped up both pillows on their king-size water
bed and allowed himself the luxury of an extra few minutes under the covers, leisurely
enjoying the panoramic view of Marin County and the Bay offered by the room's
picture windows. The thought of his lovely straw berry-blonde wife, the odor of his
cooking breakfast, and the natural beauty of the warm spring morning led him to forget
for the moment that this was the first day of the full moon.
The tranquility of the moment was short-lived as the constant humming of the electric
alarm clock forced Danny to reach across the bed and turn it off. It was when he saw
the date that he became suddenly uneasy.
For the last three months during the full moon the city had been plagued by a series of
bizarre rapes and as yet no one had been taken into custody for the crimes and there
was little reason to believe that this full moon would see the end of the spree.
Maybe the police will catch this guy tonight, Danny thought as he stretched and ran his
fingers through his curly brown hair. As a crime reporter he knew things about the case
that the general public didn't. For the last four years he had worked closely with the
police in covering all sorts of crime. It was at the request of the Chief of Police and 
with the full cooperation of all the victims that the true nature of the rapes was being
concealed. There was no need to start a panic among the people of the city by telling
them that every victim had been raped by a man – and a dog.
A cold shiver ran across his body as he remembered the description of the attacker and
his dog from the last woman victimized, almost a month ago. She had been forced to
submit to all types of depraved and violent acts by a man who covered his face with a
nylon stocking and had been finally forced to commit sodomy with a brown and black
dog of an extremely large size. The fact that none of the women had been robbed just
made the motive harder to understand. It almost seemed as though the crimes were
occult. Danny reasoned that the attacker was really sick!
"What's the matter with my big strong lover?" Patty said softly from the doorway. She
was dressed in a light-blue, sheer robe that revealed all of her lovely curves.
"What could be wrong with a man who has a wife like you?" he said as he looked over
at the strawberry-haired woman who always excited him and who took such good care
of him. He could feel his cock starting to stir as she shifted her hips in that slinky way
that came so naturally with her movements.
"Your breakfast will be cold if you don't hurry..." she whispered through pouting lips as
she teasingly slinked toward the bed.
"To hell with breakfast!" Danny laughed as he reached out toward his wife and grasped
the girl's arm, pulling her to him. "I know what I want to eat."
"Ohhh," Patty giggled as she let him cup her firm, youthful tits. At nineteen she felt
really lucky to be married to such a good-looking man with a brilliant future. And
besides, he was such a good lay.
The warmth of Patty's skin as he slid his hand under her robe made it easy for Danny
to forget the rest of the world and all the crazy weirdoes who committed the crimes he
covered for the paper.
"I love you..." he cooed as he bent his head and let his lips press against her as he
nibbled lightly on her swelling nipples.
Patty broke off the kiss and pushed Danny back on the bed. She snaked her tongue
along his neck and purred softly into his ear.
"This is the third breakfast this week that you've made me cook for nothing."
"That's all right, darling... I'd rather have your loving than anything else." Danny
moaned as he let the saucy straw berry-haired woman take the dominant role for the
moment. He always enjoyed the way she provoked him to heights of ecstasy.
"You'd rather fuck than make money," Patty laughed as she boldly pushed the quilt
aside and gingerly reached for her husband's cock, feasting her eyes on the naked
strength of his body.
"I'd rather fuck you than any woman who ever lived," he groaned as his wife's long,
soft ringers closed around his hardening cock. He knew that Patty was the most
incredible fuck he had ever had, and he had been one of the biggest swingers in the city
before he married her.
Patty winked one of her big blue eyes and lowered her head to the cock she was
holding. She blew lightly over the head before she closed her lips around the swelling
shaft. Slowly she ran her tongue all around the pulsing knob and slid her hands
downward across his thighs until she cupped his balls.
"OHHH! I love your mouth and your hands. Suck my cock!" Danny whimpered as he
caressed Patty's swaying tits.
Patty twisted her body until she was able to run her burning young pussy on Danny's
leg. She arched her back and lowered her mouth further down her husband's pulsing
shaft as the sensations she felt in her tits increased.
"You suck so good," Danny sighed as Patty's willing lips caressed his erect prick. He let
his hands slide under her robe and down her back until they lingered on her lovely and
perfect ass-cheeks.
Patty responded to the tingling fingers by taking the full length of Danny's cock into
her mouth, sucking the head to the back of her throat. She knew how much he liked to
feel her open her mouth and throat to his pushing prick.
"You're such a lovely bitch," he whispered as he looked down across Patty's back to the
wide flare of her hips. He could feel her swollen nipples as they played against his
thighs. He knew that salty words turned Patty on and he loved the way their use made
her act like a whore.
"Yes, I'm your bitch..." Patty slurred as she lifted her mouth from her husband's fully
erect cock. His cock was hard and healthy and she wanted to feel it buried deep inside
her. After all, it was Monday and she might not see him again until some ungodly hour
of the morning.
"What are you willing to do for this lovely prick of mine?" he asked teasingly as he
shook it at Patty.
"I'll do anything... anything..." she cooed as she sensuously moved her hot body up
beside her reclining lover. She wanted and needed to have his strong hard cock fucking
away at her tender juicy cunt. She was on fire from the strong taste of his cock and
knew the only satisfaction she would settle for was having her man explode deep in her.
Danny pulled Patty to him and again pressed his mouth to hers as their tongues twisted
in a dance of passion. He let his hands wander the full length of her body, molding her
hot flesh, pinching her taut nipples, running his fingers lightly across her firm belly to
the thin down of her pubic hair.
"Patty," he moaned as he dipped his long fingers into her tight, moist pussy.
"Oh, yes... finger-fuck me!" She groaned as she wantonly pushed her hips up to meet
the thrust of her husband's fingers. She was totally free with her emotions when it came
to sex. It was exciting for both of them.
The water bed was moving now and Danny used the effect to his full advantage as he
rolled his wife onto her back and opened up her revealing robe.
"You're my personal whore," he said as he lowered his lips to her nipple and sucked.
"I'm your whore and your wife and your lover all rolled into one," Patty groaned as she
reached out for Danny's hard cock. She wanted it in her burning cunt.
"Tell me what you want!" Danny teased as she thrashed about under him.
"I want your cock... I want to feel you bury your prick deep in my pussy." Patty was
wild with desire and she spread her legs wide, revealing the pouting lips of her cunt.
Danny stopped sucking her tits and withdrew his fingers from her wet cunt and
positioned himself between her long slender legs. Teasingly he ran his cock over the top
of her pussy, rotating it on her pounding clit. He knew just how to get the most from
her and took great pleasure in making her wiggle and moan with delight.
"Oh! Yes, yes, yes," Patty groaned as she thrust her hips up, trying to capture the
tantalizing cock in her steaming pussy. She was ecstatic as his prick pushed at the lips
of her cunt and ran over the clit again before pushing through her thin downy hair.
Danny slid back and thrust forward with his throbbing cock; everything was perfect and
he pushed deeply into his wife's tight cunt. He was in complete command now and
fucked ruthlessly until he slammed against the back wall of her twat.
"Fuck me! Fuck me!" Patty whimpered as her body opened to the ramming cock that
pushed past the lips of her gaping pussy and filled her juicy twat with pulsing, jerking
flesh.
Patty was totally helpless. Danny made her act like a whore and she loved it. He was
her lover. He was the one who had taken her cherry. She loved to feel his cock inside
her pussy, fucking wildly like he was now, smashing against the walls of her tight
pussy, filling her with searing cock. Yet, there was more than just fucking... she loved
him. She wanted to please him. She wanted to keep him for herself. She never wanted
him to have a reason to go to another woman. Never.
"Your pussy is so tight," Danny groaned as he ground his prick against the back of her
twat.
"Oh, your cock is so big!"
Patty blew softly and hotly in his ear as she pushed up against his pounding prick. She
groaned as the head pushed against the back of her cunt.
Danny reached under Patty's body and grasped the cheeks of her ass. He pulled her up
to him as his hairy chest pressed against her pert young tits and rubbed the nipples
until they were burning with the rest of her. He fucked harder and harder, making her
want it more and more.
"Danny, I want you to come inside me... I always explode when you shoot your load
deep in my aching pussy!" Patty sighed. She was on fire and could feel the waves of her
own orgasm begin to build.
"You're such a slut..." Danny grunted as he used the cheeks of her hot ass to pull her
tightly to him. He was being strong, being a man, fucking her good.
"When you talk like that I feel so sexy!" Patty giggled. She was on the verge of a climax
and every little bit of stimulation added to her excitement.
"I can feel the cum churning in my balls!" Danny mumbled as he lowered his head to
his wife's firm titties.
"Ahhh..." Patty sighed. She loved to climax as he shot his hot sticky load into her soft
juicy cunt. "Your cock is driving me crazy!" She gasped as the first titillating waves of
her own orgasm began to rush across her trembling body.
"I can't hold it any longer!" Danny bellowed as his cock spewed hot spurting come into
Patty's pussy. For a moment he thought his body was melting into hers.
Panting loudly, Patty lifted her legs and locked them tightly around her lover's back.
She tightened her pussy and drained every drop of his hot sperm into her soft, warm,
wet cunt as the total sensation of her climax came crashing down on her.
The two lovers lay in the quiet of the room and held each other, consumed with the
afterglow of their early-morning fuck.
"Your breakfast is cold," Patty finally whispered.
"But you're not," Danny answered as his softening cock slid from his wife's tight cunt.
He embraced her warm body as he gently kissed the features of her sweet face.
"Oh, Danny... You never get enough loving," Patty said as she returned his hug with
her own.
"Tonight is the first night of the full moon," he said as he ran his hand the entire length
of his wife's vibrant body. He knew that it might be a couple of days before he came
home again. He knew there was nothing he could do about it. It was his assignment to
follow this bizarre case to a conclusion.
"When will you be home again?" Patty asked. She always missed Danny when he
worked on special assignment. He was such a good husband, and besides, the longer he
was at work the longer she would have to wait to feel his hard cock as it pounded away
in her pussy.
"I don't know," Danny answered as he rolled off his wife and lay in the softness of the
water bed. "This insane rapist has to be caught and as long as I think my investigation
of the crimes is helpful to the police I'll stay out on the job."
Patty knew that her husband was right. She knew all the details of the rapes. She knew
that no less than nine women had suffered at the hands of the rapist during the last
three months. She also knew about the dog and that the women were forced to fuck an
animal. Her body trembled with fear at the thought and she snuggled closer to her
husband, feeling the security of his strong warm body.
"Don't be scared, darling; this madman could never rape you. You're here, safe and
warm in bed with your loving husband."


Chapter 2

The bright yellow rays of the early spring sun caressed the dewy leaves of the entire
mountain growth. John Manning felt the exhilaration of the moment as his lungs filled
with air and his legs pounded the moist turf under his feet, sending mud flying as he
ran from bright yellow rays to shade, darting between trees and jumping over logs until
he stood in the middle of the stream that twisted and rushed cold and fast over his
ankles and feet, wetting the leather of his pants, the only clothing he had on. He loved
nature and animals. The Santa Cruz mountains gave him both.
"Bru! Bru! Bru!" he called loudly as he cupped his mouth with his hands and filled his
strong chest with air. His shaggy brown hair tossed as he shook his head with each call.
It was the first day of the full moon and he was certain that Bru would meet him here.
John walked from the stream to a pleasant spot just slightly back up the hill where a
fallen tree trunk was bathed in the warm morning rays. He sat down feeling perfectly
comfortable. It was always a while before Bru responded; the dog was cautious, even
with him.
The beauty of the day made the wait easy and the spell that Mother Nature weaved
with her wild flowers, swaying branches, butterflies, bees and peaceful tranquility made
it easy to daydream and forget for a moment that the full moon was approaching. He
must fulfill that which nature dictated, no matter how bizarre. Nature and God are
never satisfied with calm; they both thrive on struggle, he thought as he flexed his
muscles and relaxed.
His life confirmed the thought. John had always been a loner. Maybe his parents had
made him that way. His father hadn't wanted him, and his mother had always ignored
him. He had always been alone when he was young, and he would be alone when he
was old.
He was a social outcast, a misfit of mankind, rejected by parents and friends and
dejected forever. Only nature – animals and forests – were constant companions,
always there, always accepting him for what he was.
As the sun burst over the tops of the surrounding pine trees, John reflected on his past,
on a moment in time when he knew that his mother was like him in many ways. She,
too, loved animals, hated human beings, even her only child. The moment in the past
had seemed so long ago, but now, that scene, that horrible scene came back to him. It
had been chiseled into his mind forever and he felt as if he were once again a child of
ten watching his mother show more love for a dog than her son.
His mother had been in bed, on all fours; the dog, a huge German shepherd had
approached her upraised cunt warily. His tongue lolled out of his mouth, tentatively
licking at his mother's cunt lips.
"Oh, I love that, Frisky!"
The words had vibrated in the room and they had echoed forever in John's mind.
Patting her pussy, his mother called out, "Here, Frisky. Come fuck me."
For John, it was a horrible sight to see the big dog's full-grown cock, all red and 
wetlooking, swollen into a large knot in the middle. It was horrible yet thrilling, 
despicable but erotic.
Now his mother had her face pressed against the bedsheets, her ass on the edge of the
bed, and her knees on the floor.
The dog was on her instantly, clutching at the roundness of her ass in order to hold on.
The stabbing dog cock struck the flesh of his mother's ass. It hit her with all the force
of a hammer, causing her a great deal of pain when it repeatedly struck her flesh, trying
to find entrance to her cunt.
The animal frantically plunged his great cock up his mother's ass instead of her cunt,
and doing it so roughly that she nearly passed out from the hellish pain of it.
"Oh my God!" his mother moaned as the dog pumped his long wet prick into her
asshole. "He's fucking me in my ass! Oh! Oh, my... God!"
His mother was almost crying. She stopped moaning words and merely groaned for a
time. It was both horrible and wonderful to watch – to see her being degraded by an
animal; yet, she was smiling, a Mona Lisa grin on her face that radiated – what?
Ecstasy? Sensuality? A bitch in heat?
The dog's forelegs were clinging to her hips madly, hugging her middle with a
ferociousness that bespoke sexual intensity. The dog's cock, growing longer and bigger
by the moment, was thrusting into her at a rapid rate.
"Oh... my God!" his mother moaned over and over again. "So good... so good! Frisky,
you're the best I've ever had!"
The dog was making a sound in his throat now that was like a whine of pain and
anguish. Suddenly his cock was moving so fast, so fucking fast, that it looked like a hot
piston.
"Oh, fuck me, boy... fuck... me!" his mother muttered, her voice sounding as if it were
coming from a far-off place. "Oh, Jesus... that's so fucking good!"
His mother spread her legs farther apart, and the big dog recognized this as an
opportunity to go deeper into her asshole, and promptly did so, causing his mother to
cry out half in pain and half in ecstasy.
The dog cock was deep inside her ass, going around and around in driving movements,
causing the flesh of it to bulge outward against the walls of his mother's pussy as the
head of it pounded against the insides of her rectum.
His mother clutched at the bed and screamed hoarsely as shock after shock tossed her
being from peak to higher peak and plunged her into the deepest valleys of passion.
The dog kept fucking his mother, his prick continued to swell. Then suddenly, the
animal released a full stream of come into his mother's asshole. It came out as a thin
stream for the first few seconds, but it quickly thickened and increased in volume and
force.
And then it was over – for his mother, for the dog, and for a lonely ten-year-old boy.
John was sweating – he always sweated after envisioning his mother being fucked by
that dog. The scene had been replayed too many times in his aching head; it had been
hateful and he loathed himself whenever his thoughts conjured up the image of his
beautiful mother being fucked in the ass by an animal.
The sweat dribbled down his forehead, and his cock ached with lust. The agony of his
erection was as painful as his first one had been – that time so long ago when he had
become aroused by the sight of his mother getting fucked in the ass by an animal.
He laughed, to ease the ache that burned in his loins. Life had been one long tortuous
agony for John Manning – he had to laugh, laugh crazily, to try to drown his mother's
moans in mad mirth, to relieve the nightmares that haunted him constantly.
Maybe life would have been different after that eventful day. Maybe he could have been
like a hell of a lot of other orphan kids who lose their parents in an auto accident and
become famous, graduate from an orphanage and overcome the business world, to
marry, to raise kids and see that they got what he never did – love.
But he wasn't a success, he wasn't famous, and if he hadn't met that gypsy maybe life
would have been a suburban home filled with a lovely wife and beautiful children.
"Why don't you leave me alone?" John mumbled to himself. The thought of the gypsy
was always present. It was in his mind now at least ten times a day. For five years the
thought had echoed at every opportunity: the gypsy... lovely... young... Dead!
It was always the same when he thought about her; she was so beautiful: long black
thick hair, big almond eyes, soft bronze flesh, and a shape that made men melt. She was
so lovely and he was so lonely. A drifter... he had met her on the highway in New
Mexico; her van was parked at the crossroad where his last ride had left him. He
remembered vividly looking at the brightly-painted vehicle for about fifteen minutes as
he stood in the heat of the desert waiting for another ride, wondering just how long it
would be. When she got out of the truck and walked over to him he was hypnotized in
an instant.
"I've been waiting for you." Her words screamed in his mind and he grasped at his
temples in pain, falling suddenly to his knees and letting loose an animal scream in an
effort to relieve the hurt. It was always the same when he thought about the gypsy.
He had followed the lovely woman, sure he was delirious from the heat. He had seemed
to float as they moved down the road. He could never recall how long he had sat there
amazed, sure it was a dream; this lovely young lady said she had been waiting for him...
the orphan... the kid nobody wanted... him!
John used every ounce of his remaining strength to pull himself to a sitting position, his
back pushed against a fallen stump as he pulled his knees up and held them tight with
his arms, trying to clear his mind of the thoughts he knew were coming. He strained
with all of his might, gritting his teeth, gnawing on his lip, every muscle in his body
struggling. All to no avail... A tear trickled down his cheek as he collapsed again in the
dirt. And the thoughts... And the moon...!
Her big almond eyes gleamed at him again the way it always was in his mind as he
remembered her pulling off the main highway. She stopped at a hidden cabin in an
island of dunes. He followed her into the old shack; he was surprised at the comfort the
place offered. There was a large old brass bed and a strong stone fireplace in what
served as the living room and bedroom, a small kitchen setup, and even a bathtub.
He had sat on the edge of the goose-down mattress. It seemed too good to be true: he
was eighteen and ready for his first piece of ass. He was going to fuck this strange
woman. Why else would she have brought him here?
He watched her move about the table, sorting all sorts of things, books and papers,
insects and reptiles. He was growing impatient when she finally turned to him and
spoke. "Please forgive me, John, but with a love as old as ours, one should really have
more patience."
The words were soft again and he had allowed them to pass, picking out only the ones
he chose to hear: love... love... love... This word rang in his brain and made his whole
body tremble and shake as he gasped with pain.
"Let me look at your hand," she had purred as she crossed the room from the table and
faced him so seductively. She had moved very slowly, reaching out ever so gently and
lifting his own left hand with her soft womanly fingers. The touch quieted all of his
fears, making him forget all the troubles of his young life.
He submitted to the seduction as she opened the front of his shirt and caressed his
strong youthful chest. He was a virgin and his whole body burned with lust as she
pushed him back on the bed and removed his dusty shoes and socks. He was sure he
was in heaven when she unzipped his fly and pulled out his hard throbbing cock and
took it in her mouth. He lay back and let her use her full lips and darting tongue to
stimulate him like he had never dared to dream before.
She remained constantly with him, lovingly keeping him from coming too soon by
releasing his prick from her mouth at just the right instant while trailing her lips down
to his balls and sucking them.
"Take off your clothes," she said as she rose, smiling, her own hands already working at
her loose blouse.
John lay there and watched as the saucy young gypsy slowly peeled the blouse from her
soft bronzed flesh. He had allowed himself to linger before removing his own clothing,
totally stunned by the raw essence of the girl's sexuality. Her tits were perfect and the
nipples were large and firm and taut.
They had both finished undressing at about the same time and the naked gypsy had
crawled into the bed next to him. Her full lips pressed ever so gently against his and for
the first time he tasted a woman as her tongue twisted into his mouth and her hands
traveled the length of his body, teasing his already burning desire.
His cock had twitched as she ran her fingers the entire length of the organ and played
with the drop of sticky sperm that had pushed its way from his churning balls.
"Don't come too soon," she had said. "Old lovers last a long time." Her voice was
husky and demanding as she took his hands and showed him how to caress her tits,
running the fingers and palms lightly over the lovely orbs and having him pinch the
nipples.
"You're starting to remember," she had said as he lowered his mouth to her tender
breasts and sucked on them, gently at first, but increasing the pressure until he was
gingerly biting them and making her groan like the bitch she was.
The gypsy's pussy had gotten wet quickly and she talked less and less as the tempo of
his fingers increased, moving in and out of her cunt. She was gyrating frantically as he
moved up over her, snaking his cock over her thighs and instinctively reaching under
her with his hands and grasping the silky softness of her ass.
John had gasped as his cock made contact with the lips of her cunt and pushed up into
the soft fiber of her raven-black pubic hair. The gypsy took her arms and wrapped them
around his back while she pushed her hot pussy up to meet his pulsing rod.
"Please remember me, love," she moaned as he pushed over her hard clit.
John's body reacted to her every movement. Again he had drawn back and pushed his
hard cock into the mouth of her gaping wet cunt. He had been overcome by the tight
squeezing the girl performed so naturally as he fucked in and out of her frantically,
striving for his first true orgasm.
"Oh, darling... I want to feel you shoot your load deep inside me," she had begged as
she felt the surge of her own desires sweep over her.
"I'm commmmmmming..." John had gasped as he gave one final lunge, sinking into her
receptive pussy, smashing against the back as he shot his load and shook with spasms.
The hurting in his head lessened and he suddenly knew that the worst was over. The
hurting always lessened after he remembered how the girl had seduced him. It was
always that way when he thought of the gypsy.


Chapter 3

John pulled his sweat-soaked body up against the tree trunk and took several deep
breaths. He was crying, openly and without shame. The pain was less, but he still ached
all over.
Again the gypsy flashed into his mind. She was naked and they were lying together on
the large brass bed. How many days had he been there? He had become a man and was
alive and vibrant. He thought the girl was a little strange, but was still happy. He had
made the dreadful mistake that a loner could never make: love. The funny girl who had
so mysteriously seduced him and treated him like no other person ever had. He made
the mistake of allowing love to interfere with his struggle for survival while he had lain
on the woman's bed.
But John had atoned for his mistake, made everything all right when he had watched
her die – he had not killed her, but she had died. He had been the one that had slashed
her throat – but in his eyes, the knife in his hand belonged to a stranger, the hand
attached to another person. Yes, he was not responsible for her death, he was merely a
spectator, a witness to her lonely death. Just as the stray dog had been an innocent
bystander.
Later, John had figured that the mongrel had simply wandered into the cabin, a stray
animal belonging to no one and not wanting to be owned. She had probably taken the
dog in, just as she had taken him in. Her charity was evidenced by the dish of water
beside the bed – a porcelain bowl that had provided water for a maverick dog, but
which was now catching droplets of blood that crimsoned down the dangling arm of
the dead girl.
What had she said to him when she first welcomed him home from the ten-mile trek to
the grocery store? "Look, John. Isn't he a beautiful animal. God, I just love him!"
But he knew better – she loved him all right, loved to have his big dog cock shoved up
her ass, screaming for more and more and more...
He knew that she didn't love him, never had and never would. Her real lover was a
beast, an animal that had come into his home, his life and had fucked the woman he
loved.
He knew it had to end sometime – so he ended it on his own, loving the bloody
conclusion but hating to see her die.
And she died on a full-moon night.
The pain was gone now and John breathed a sigh of relief. It would come again, he was
used to the flashback now, but it was the pain that left him drained. He lifted his left
arm to his lips and bit the scar that always became inflamed when he suffered through
the experience.
"I hate you, gypsy!" he hollered into the quiet of the woods as he once again pulled
himself together and sat on the fallen tree trunk. He knew that the incidents during the
last five years haunted him. They had led directly to that fateful moment three months
ago.
The flight from the murder scene had been swift and ruthless. He had taken everything:
money, food, and the van. He left the body lying naked and bloody on the old brass
bed and fled into the desert, driving like a madman until he came to the highway,
where he had forced himself to settle down, convinced that the dead woman was evil
and that he was justified. He continued cautiously to California, dumping the van in
Los Angeles. Once on foot it didn't take him long to discover he didn't like the city,
and he made his way north to San Francisco where he had his first seizure and was
hospitalized and sent to Napa State Hospital for mental observation.
John never mentioned the woman's death to the doctors who talked to him, but he did
tell them about having a vision that brought on intense headaches: he was a werewolf.
He knew he wasn't, but the vision seemed so real when it happened. And the pain...
The doctors called it some fanciful name and gave him medication. They released him
from the hospital and placed him on the state welfare rolls. He was considered just
another helpless crazy to be put out to pasture. But John knew better... He was
helplessly afflicted... a werewolf, waiting for the proper circumstances to release his
curse.
With the money the government gave him every month, he bought a camper and
traveled the coast highway, camping here and there between Seattle and San Diego,
avoiding people. He used the medication and developed the will to fight the seizures,
which were at first stronger and more frequent during the full moon.
For five years John Manning had led the life of a traveling hermit. For five years he
tried and hoped and prayed that he would forget about the woman, his mother, the
dogs that howled in his fitful dreams. But each year, instead of becoming blurred, the
visions became clearer. Each second of the past five lonely years had slowly built up in
him until that strange moment three months ago when he had leaped into full growth
and released all the pent-up frustration that had been nurtured through all those
miserable months and days.
Three months ago he had been camping close to this very spot and, after a tormented
night during which he suffered more than ever, he had arisen and wearily made his way
to the stream that rushed along just below him. He had knelt and splashed water on his
face when he collapsed from exhaustion, lying helpless in the wet soil of the bank.
He had lain there for the rest of the day, his body rejuvenating itself from the sleepless
night. He was nudged awake at dusk by the wild dog he now called Bru. At first he had
been scared. The animal's snarling white teeth were very threatening as he lay on the
ground, but he had slowly composed himself and got to his knees while the dog backed
away.
John had been amazed at the size and grace of the dog. It was a cross between a Great
Dane and a Doberman. His hair was short and his coloring was black and brown. The
sleekness of his body and his general unkempt look indicated that he had been on his
own for some time.
It was at this very instant that John's eyes met those of the dog. He knew his time had
arrived. The growling beast was also afflicted. The dog followed him to his camper and
jumped in the back; it knew instinctively that they shared much in common.
During the entire drive to San Francisco John felt the full moon rising higher in the sky
and at one point he pulled over and let the dog out of the back so they could both look
at the bright yellow moon as it filled the cold winter sky. It was at that exact moment
that John realized his power over the dog. The animal was subject to his will during the
full moon.
John drove the rest of the way quickly. That night, in the darkness, he raped the first
woman he encountered, dragging her into a condemned building while Bru nipped at
her young and creamy legs. He had covered his face with a nylon stocking so he
couldn't be identified, and had used one of his strong hands to cover the girl's mouth as
he dragged her off. She was so young and terrified that she willingly submitted to both
John and the dog.
For the next two nights he continued the rapes, always using the nylon face-mask and
the dog. For the next two nights he was a werewolf and so was the dog. By day the two
slept in the back of the camper, always parked on a side street and by night they stalked
and raped women.
At the end of the full moon cycle, he drove back down the coast and released the dog
where they had met. He continued his hermit-like existence until the next full-moon
cycle began. During the interceding time he suffered, the pain increasing to the point
that it only added to his fearsome desires. He was drawn back to the same place and
again met the dog.
John's breath was back to normal again and the pain and vision were both completely
gone. He ran his long strong fingers through his hair and flexed his tired muscles.
"The moon will be full and high in a short time and Bru and I will fill the night with
terror!"
His thoughts turned from his unhappy condition to the animal pleasure he and the dog
would reap that night. He remembered the first time he had sat and watched as Bru
cruelly violated his initial victim.
He recalled the sight of the dog's long tongue as it fucked in and out of the lovely
young girl's well-oiled pussy, and the sight of Bru's long thin cock as he had humped
wildly, fucking the girl from behind as John manipulated her swollen clit and taut
nipples.
He and Bru had both fucked her, one, then the other, then both at once. As a final
humiliation, he had forced the girl to give the dog a long blowjob, licking and sucking
on his animal prick until he came with great rivers of yellow dogcum that dripped from
his victim's lips as she lay bound and helpless on the ground. John felt his cock twitch
in anticipation of repeating these acts.
This would be another full moon filled with rape and animal lust.


Chapter 4

"I don't care if this is your fucking office!" Jim McKean said with a swagger. His rugged
physique loomed over Dr. Kimberly Jones, sitting at her desk. He was the captain of
detectives, young and good looking with a neat crop of red hair and hard Irish blue
eyes. He was a man who knew what he wanted and usually got it any way he could. He
moved around the desk of the airy and well-lighted office with its long lines of reference
books and gently, ever so gently, put his arm around the sexy woman. He wanted to
fuck her because she made him so goddamned horny.
"Please, Jim," Kimberly whispered, trying to hide the want this man's touch produced
in her. "You promised never to bother me at work with what we do behind closed
doors."
"Well, the door of the office is closed and I need some attention," he whispered hotly as
his fingers cupped her round trembling tits, pressing the fabric of her silk, flowered
blouse over her swelling nipples.
"Please... Jim, what if someone walks in?" Her words were sharp but couldn't hide the
stirring of her emotions as she pushed his hands away and nervously touched her long
blonde hair. "I'm a practicing psychologist and when I'm in my office it is imperative
that I maintain the highest professional standards." Her little speech was more for
herself than for Jim. She really loved him and besides he was a great lay, but she had to
leave a certain amount of room for her career.
"You also work for the police department, and I've got an urgent police problem that
only you can handle." Jim and Kimberly were old friends from college, and they were
lovers, and he knew the best way to turn on the educated woman was to be overly
suggestive and completely demanding.
"Sometimes you're so crude," Kimberly said, shuddering as she felt Jim's strong fingers
touch the soft flesh of her shoulders. She knew she wouldn't be able to resist the big
good-looking cop much longer; he knew all of her weaknesses and was more than
willing to push all the right buttons when it came to getting it on.
"I know you like it," he sighed as he became bolder with his hands, running them
down the front of her, from the bare skin of her shoulders down under the soft fabric of
her blouse and over her hard nipples. He cupped the soft pert flesh of her trembling
tits.
"Ohhh... Jim..." she moaned. She was almost ready to throw caution to the wind and
take on that special police work she enjoyed so much.
"I want you to suck my cock before I fuck you." Jim blew hotly into her ear. He knew
she liked to suck and fuck and that with a little persuasion she was utter dynamite,
capable of making a man spew come any number of times in an evening.
"Oh, you bastard, you know how much I love to suck your cock." Kimberly was lost.
She pushed aside her position as a doctor and gave in to the animal desires of her flesh.
She wanted to suck Jim's hard cock and then feel it smash deeply into her burning
pussy.
"Sometimes I don't know what I'd do without you," Jim sighed as he spun the
glamorous blonde around in her swivel chair and lifted her into his strong arms and
planted a scorching kiss on her lips.
Kimberly became completely aroused by the sudden display of strength and affection.
She sent her tongue twisting against her lover's as she accepted the full passion of his
kiss. She twisted in his arms and felt her tits brushing against his muscular chest,
sending a spasm of delight sweeping over her. She was still amazed at the way this big,
rough hunk of man turned her on after all this time. Still, she knew it was more than
just the fucking; she had learned to love him.
"You're always so sure that I'm going to be easy," she moaned, trying to twist away.
Jim held on to her easily; he knew she really didn't want to get away. "I know you want
to fuck and suck." His voice was husky with desire as he pulled her close and let her
feel the hardness of his cock. "You've always been this way, so beautiful that a man just
has to take you when and where he can. But for me it's different. I feel something
more... Maybe it's because you give the best head in town."
"You fucking prick!" she said, descending another level from her professional status.
She was tingling all over. She pushed her body hard against Jim's. Her loose summer
skirt clung to her shapely body.
"You love it and I know it."
Jim looked down into Kimberly's warm green eyes. He bent his lips to hers, taking
plenty of time, wanting to tease her and build the fire in her as high as he could. He
knew the better she was primed the hotter she would be and the more he would enjoy
the fuck.
Kimberly's body was alive and the demand her emotions were placing on her made her
tingle from head to toe. Her passion increased as the soft kiss grew with ever-increasing
ardor.
"Jim," she sighed, breaking off the kiss. "This is insane!"
"Why fight it, Kimberly? I came in here wanting to fuck you and then pick your brains
about someone else's sex life. You know – the rapist with the dog."
He held her away for just an instant and then pulled her back to him. He felt her melt
against him. She accepted his kiss without hesitation. This time she didn't break the
kiss, but moved her mouth with his as her breath came faster and faster.
She felt the pressure on her back increase as his hands pushed harder and harder,
making her cunt press against the fabric of her dress as she rubbed it over the erection
in his pants. She was on fire, her body demanding satisfaction as she felt his hands push
gently down her back and linger on the firm cheeks of her ass.
"If my patients could see me now," she chuckled as she moved her hips against her
strong lover. His hands were under her dress and on her naked flesh. She never wore
panties or bras; it was a rebellious habit she had picked up in college.
"Well, Doctor, it could be arranged," Jim replied as his hands continued to caress the
woman's soft flesh. "I'll do anything for the hourly wage you receive."
"You're playing with me... you're taking advantage of me and of my strong sex drive...
Jim, you're not fair." Kimberly moaned as she talked. Her body was burning from the
touch of Jim's strong hands.
"I'm not playing with you," Jim sighed, his breath coming faster. "I want to fuck you
right here on your desk. I want your clients to smell the passion in the room when they
walk in. I want them to lose their frustrations just by smelling the air and being able to
inhale the fragrance of your cunt." He reached under her as he spoke and ran his long
middle finger across the crack of her pussy.
He kissed her again and ran his hands up along the soft cheeks of her ass and over her
back, unfastening the zipper of her dress at the top. He needed to fuck her and talk to
her and be with her. Tonight was the first night of the full moon and it was just
possible that he wouldn't be able to see Kimberly or any other woman for the next
three days. The whole force was on an alert because of the rapist and his dog.
Kimberly felt the fabric of her dress loosen and fall from her shoulders, exposing her
lovely tits. She knew that Jim fucked a lot of women, but he always came back to her.
She always gave him whatever he wanted because he satisfied her. Yet there was more
than just fucking and sucking that made them so close. She was something special to
him and she knew it.
Kimberly slipped from her dress, letting it fall to the floor and stepped out of it. She
was completely naked except for her black garter belt, sheer nylons, and high heels.
Jim took a step back and eyed the naked woman with a smile. He liked the way she
kept her pubic hair trimmed, neat and combed so that the pouting lips of her hot pussy
showed full and sleek when she was excited. He looked at her whole body, running his
eyes up over her flat tight belly and lingering on the taut tips of her tits. He looked
back down at the flair of her hips and the softness of her thighs. He felt his cock jerk.
He quickly pulled off his shirt and slid from his pants and shoes. He stood naked before
her, his cock swollen and hard. He was proud of his cock; it was as hard and strong as
any other man's when it was time to get down to the fucking.
The sight of Jim's naked body and hard cock made the woman want to fuck more than
ever. She enjoyed fucking and wanted to feel his prick push up over her clit and sink
into her warm wet pussy. She was on fire and wanted to feel some satisfaction.
Kimberly reached out for his cock and tingled at the touch of the hot flesh as it came in
contact with her hand. His prick throbbed, hot, and he pulled her to him and kissed
her, caressing the firm flesh of her tits. She cooed as she felt them travel across the
smooth flesh of her belly and slip into the valley of her tits.
"Kimberly..." he whispered softly.
"Jim, you make me feel like a young girl again," she moaned. "Tell me why you make
my pussy quiver and become wet. Why, Jim, why?"
"I just don't know, Kimberly," he answered, running his hands across the naked flesh
of her back and letting his fingers linger on her firm ass. "Maybe it's just that we've
known each other so long that we each know we couldn't do anything to hurt the
other."
"You're so sweet to me," she gasped, grasping him and gyrating her hips in small circles
so that her pussy rubbed against his hard cock.
They slid together down to the floor, lying in each other's arms on the softness of the
padded wall-to-wall carpeting. He moved over her, knowing exactly what to do, shifting
his weight until it was just right. His cock slipped into the gaping hot mouth of her
cunt. He hesitated for a moment, not wanting to lunge his cock completely into her too
quickly. He wanted her to work for it.
"You feel so good," she whimpered as she moved her hands up and down the length of
his back, scratching him wildly with her fingernails.
Kimberly bucked her hips and made the muscles of her cunt work as she sucked his
cock into her body and locked it there. There was nothing she could do to stop herself.
She didn't want to. Jim made her so hot that she didn't care what she did. She just
wanted to feel him fuck her, pounding his cock in and out of her tender pussy.
And still there was more to it than her own gratification; she wanted to please him. She
wanted him to shoot his load into her and come like he never had before. She wanted
him to fuck her until he was completely satisfied. She wanted him to come back and
fuck her again and again.
The two lovers lay in each other's arms and for the moment enjoyed the sensations of
each other's bodies. Each of them was breathing heavily and trembling with delight.
Jim felt Kimberly's tits strain against his muscular chest. His hands trailed down under
her and grasped her round buttocks and pulled her to him, penetrating as deeply as he
could. He pulled the cheeks of her ass apart, making her open her pussy as wide as she
possibly could while taking every inch of his hard cock.
"Jim, I'm going to come!" Kimberly whispered as her pussy began to tremble. "You
always make me come... so quickly... Ohhhh... I love the way you fuck!"
"Your pussy is so tight I can feel it quivering... it feels like you're trying to suck the
head of my cock off with your cunt." He pumped his hard shaft in and out as he spoke,
pulling all the way out to the tip and then ramming it back in deeply.
"Ahhhh... Ohhhhh..." she sighed as she pushed up to meet the thrusting cock as it
pushed into her wet pussy, stimulating her clit.
"I'm coming, too!" Jim groaned as he took her in his arms and let his warm breath
bathe her neck and shoulders. His cock continued to ream into her tender cunt as his
own climax built.
Kimberly tried to let the animal sounds out of her throat, but she could only gasp as
she strained against her lover and shook from the spasms of sheer bliss that rushed over
her body. She thrashed about wildly as the first drops of his hot cum splashed into her
gaping slit.
Jim moaned harshly and lunged his cock into her in one frantic final thrust as a hot
river of jism exploded from the depths of his balls. His cock was as deep as it would go
and he felt the woman under him draining his prick dry.
The two lovers lay in the passion of their embrace and allowed themselves the leisure of
enjoying the full warmth of each other even though they were lying naked on the floor
of her office. They made each other feel free and neither wanted to ruin the feeling by
moving. Their fucking was like magic for both of them, totally consuming. Slowly Jim's
cock began to soften and then slipped out of her slick cunt.
"We'd better get dressed now," she whispered, and gently stroked her lover. "We've
been lucky... No one has bothered us."
"You're right," Jim sighed as he pushed himself up off her juicy cunt. "But I'm going to
fuck you on that desk of yours someday and all your patients can go to hell because
they're going to have to wait."
"The next time you come in here in that condition during my office hours," she teased
as she stood and found her dress and slipped it on, "I'm going to call the police. A
woman isn't safe anywhere in this city."
"You're right," Jim said as he pulled on his pants and tucked in his shirt. "This
madman who rapes chicks during the full moon with his dog has got to be a real
sickie."
Kimberly sat at her desk and leafed through a pile of manila envelopes. She stopped
suddenly and drew one from the bunch. "This is the psychological profile you wanted. I
made it from the very sketchy information I've been able to get from the victims and
the police."
"I still want to take you out of here right this minute and spend the rest of the day
fucking your brains out," Jim said jokingly as he took the envelope from her. "But
there's no way anyone can get any time off tonight or any night for the next three. This
guy and his dog have avoided every type of dragnet and detection. We've had every dog
that fits that description checked and staked out. It doesn't make sense that we haven't
spotted them together in the last three months."
Kimberly just looked at the big handsome cop with her big green eyes and sighed. She
too wanted to go out with Jim and spend the next few days sucking and fucking; she
needed a rest from the grind of the office. But she knew he was right. Of the nine
women raped so far, only one had completely recovered. The other eight were still
frightened and confused, unable to return to their jobs or handle the responsibilities of
their families.
"Yes, the women who have been raped have been totally shattered. I just got through
interviewing the eighth victim. The rapes alone are enough to send even a strong
female into shock, but the added degradation of submitting to a dog seems to have had
a crushing effect on them."
"What do you think is the cause of all this?" Jim asked as he glanced through the
envelope. "Do I have to read the whole report myself before I give it to the chief and
have it cleared for the press."
"Well, it would probably do you some good to read it, but I know how busy you
policemen are," she said with a chuckle. It was one of her favorite pastimes, teasing Jim
about being a cop. "If you sit down over here and open the folder, I'll tell you what I
think is the skinny on the case."
Jim sat down on the comfortable chair next to the desk and smiled at the woman who
fucked so well. He respected her intelligence and her ability at the job she was doing.
This wasn't the first time she had been employed by the police to help with cases that
called for psychological profiles. So far, everything she had predicted about a criminal
that had been apprehended had turned out to be true. It was with the greatest interest
that he listened to her.
"Most rapists are frustrated sexually and hate women. They use rape to satisfy their
desires and as a form of punishment for their victims." Kimberly looked at her
policeman lover. "This man's attacks are unique in that he uses a dog to terrify his
victims and then makes them submit to the animal sexually. The bestiality in the rapes
suggests to me that our man is suffering from lycanthropy. In short, he thinks he's a
werewolf. Don't ask me why."
"I've heard some wild things come from your mouth, Kimberly, but this is way out
there. You think we're dealing with a twentieth-century werewolf."
"It only makes sense," she argued. "This creep only operates during the full moon and
the dog plays out his fantasy of turning into an animal."
"It seems like a sickie like this one would be easy to spot," Jim said still a little
undecided on whether or not to believe the woman. A werewolf...
"Did you ever think that maybe your man lives outside the city and travels here to act
out the fantasies of his sick mind?" Kimberly was very convincing. It was obvious that
she believed what she was telling him.
"I just don't know what to think," Jim said as he scratched his head.
"Well, you'd better do something. This guy could become dangerous if he ever
discovers Caacrinolaas."
"Who or what is that?" The woman was always teasing him with imagine names and
titles.
"Caacrinolaas is one of the princes of Hell and the demi-god of homicide. He
commands thirty-eight legions of souls and causes sane men to commit mayhem."
"Is that your way of saying this guy could become a murderer as well as a rapist?"
"Yes," Kimberly answered with a shudder. "If he isn't already."


Chapter 5

"But what if your parents come home?" Vera Long shuddered as she leaned against the
doorway of her boy friend's room for support. She enjoyed the way his hands cupped
her young, trembling tits through the fabric of her light satin blouse.
"They won't be home until tomorrow at the earliest," Skip whispered into the lovely
blonde's ear as he pinched her nipple and hugged her tightly to him. They were high
school lovers getting ready to graduate and he wanted to fuck her. It wasn't often that
he got her alone where he could have her in a bed. "This will, be much better than at a
drive-in," he moaned as he gyrated his hips and ground his hardening cock against her
warm wet pussy.
"Ohhh..." Vera whimpered as she pushed back, rubbing her cunt over the fabric of her
jeans as they bunched between the swelling lips. She was young, but a woman in every
way. She knew what she wanted and wasn't afraid to work for it. She wanted Skip and
daringly she reached down under his ass and cupped his balls.
"Let's get out of these clothes and into my bed," Skip sighed as he stepped away and
looked at the glamorous girl. He felt lucky to be fucking her; every guy in school was
trying to get into her pants. "What am I going to do when you go away to one of those
imagine Eastern colleges?" He laughed as he held her away and looked into the shining
depths of her heavenly blue eyes.
"You're starting to sound like all those other guys," Vera said as she followed her lover
into the comfort of his room. "The only reason I like you so much is that you don't lay
any heavy trips on me.
"There you go with that talk again. You know that I'm as much of a man as any guy in
that damn school and that my ego is just as fragile. All I really want to do is fuck you
right here in my own bed so I can remember it when you're rich and famous." They
were at the edge of the bed; Skip put his hands on her tits and pushed her back softly.
"Are you sure it's safe?" Vera asked teasingly as she squirmed under the probing fingers
of her lover. Skip fondled and pinched the sensitive skin of her tits.
"Yes, baby, it's safe." Skip lay down next to her and ran his hands over her body,
fumbling with the buttons of her blouse, letting his fingers slide under the garment and
playing with the nipples, making them hard. He pushed his body over hers and made
her come alive. Her emotions were soaring, making her helpless. She needed him now.
She wanted him to fill her with his hard hot cock and fuck her.
"Don't make me pregnant," she gasped softly, feeling his hands unzip the front of her
jeans and reach inside. She shuddered as he opened the lips of her pussy and pushed
his index finger into the tight, hot gap.
"You know I'm always careful," Skip groaned.
"Yes, I know but – just don't come inside me." The words stuck in Vera's throat as she
spread her thighs wide under his probing hands.
"Maybe I'll come in your mouth." Skip was becoming bolder as the girl grew hotter. He
respected her as a woman and found it stimulating to have her around.
"I like to watch my sperm drip from your mouth," he continued. He enjoyed degrading
the girl both verbally and physically as they made love. It was his way of letting her
know that even if she was a great success in life, he was still the one with the balls. He
was the one who could make her come and just dig on being a woman and having her
cunt filled with hard hot cock.
"Ohhh... Skip, you make me want it so bad," Vera moaned as her body responded to
the lingering touches and the erotic language. She was on fire and wanted to be
dominated. "Please let me suck you before we fuck," she begged.
"Okay, Vera." Skip smiled as he rolled away from the girl and undressed. He was
surprised at the wanton desire the girl displayed so quickly. It was only a few months
ago that he had had to fight with her to get in a feel of her tits. Maybe I can fuck her in
the ass on the night of the prom, he thought, and knelt over her. His hard cock jerked
with anticipation as he watched the girl squirm out of her jeans, revealing the soft
creamy whiteness of her thighs.
"Your cock is so hard already," she whispered as she reached out and touched it lightly.
She was naked and ready for a good fucking, but first she wanted to suck the hard prick
that loomed over her.
"Ohhh... yesss..." Skip panted as he shivered from the soft caress. "I want to feel your
lips wrap around my shaft, feel your tongue all around my cock." They were both
naked and ready for love.
Vera didn't reply with words. She pushed herself up until her mouth was even with the
jerking cock she wanted to taste. Her movements were slow and deliberate. She used
her tongue to circle the head and lick the soft underside before she let his prick slip into
her mouth. She consumed the entire length, sucking it in an inch at a time until her
lips were against the coarse black pubic hair.
"Oh, shit!" Skip groaned as he felt the warmth of her breath bathe his cock. He grabbed
her by the back of the neck and pushed as deeply as he could, smashing his cockhead
against the back of her throat. He was hot, and fought to keep from coming. He
wanted to fuck Vera and make her scream from the spasms of pleasure her orgasm
would cause before he let the jism flow from his balls and bathe her lovely face.
Vera whimpered when his fingers traced down over her back and found her pussy. It
made her suck at his cock harder and warp her tongue around the root while she blew
on the head. The salty flavor added to her burning desire.
"Ohhh... suck that cock!" he moaned as he lay back on the bed. His cock was jerking
against her lips as his hands played with her young juicy pussy. "Move your hot cunt
over my face," he demanded as he pushed and pawed at her hips.
Vera did as she was told. She loved to have her young tight twat licked and nipped at.
She quivered as Skip's hot lips made contact with her soft velvety pussy. She let out a
muffled cry of ecstasy as his tongue ran the entire length of her slit until the tip brushed
over her asshole. She responded by making his cock nudge the back of her throat while
she sucked.
Skip moaned into his girl's tender young cunt and pushed his hips up against her
darling face while she sucked furiously. He lunged against the back of her throat again
and again until it slipped in. He was surprised that she didn't gag or choke.
Vera was turned on by Skip's panting and hot mouth. She tried to keep her throat open
to his constant thrusting. She made her throat relax and open wide, pushing the
thought of gagging from her mind.
"I don't want to come yet..." Skip sighed, pushing away from her ass. He lay his head
back on the pillow for a moment and relished the view of the round, firm, young tits
and the pouting lips of her vibrant twat.
It was hard to stop herself, but Vera did. She reluctantly released the swelling rod from
her glistening lips and let the pulsing cock jerk teasingly in front of her. Her mouth felt
as hot as her pussy. She wanted to have a shattering orgasm and feel the rich creamy
load that would explode from his balls and splash against the back of her burning
throat.
"Please come in my mouth," she murmured helplessly.
"Only after I fuck you," Skip answered as he grabbed her roughly. He tossed her on the
bed and pushed open her creamy soft thighs. He was acting like an animal, treating the
girl savagely and he could tell she was digging it.
"Oh, my God! Please fuck me... I need your hard cock!" Vera was beside herself and
couldn't help the way she responded to Skip's hard handling. She liked it. It was new
and exciting. It made her want to feel his cock as it pounded deeply into her. She flung
her arms around his body and pulled him tightly against her aching body, wanting to
fill herself with his slamming prick.
"You hot little bitch," Skip whispered as he pushed his chest against her swollen tits
and lunged with his cock brushing up over her slick crack and clit.
"I want your cock," Vera murmured as she lunged her hips up to meet the thrusting
cock. Her body was on fire and she shivered from the brief contact of the throbbing
prick as it brushed over her cuntslit. "I want you to fuck my brains out!"
Skip was urged on by the girl's words. He reached under her and grabbed the soft flesh
of her ass in his hands, and squeezed while he drew his cock back then lunged forward
again. This time he lodged the head of his twitching prick in the oily crack of her cunt.
"Ohhh... are you hot," he groaned as he pulled on the cheeks of her ass.
"Ahhh... Fill me with your cock!" Vera whimpered as her tight young pussy stretched to
accept his hard rod. She bucked her hips up and opened her pussy as wide as possible,
trying to consume all of her lover's hard cock.
Skip used his mouth to suck on the panting girl's taut nipples, going from one to the
other quickly while he pushed his rigid prick into her searing tight hole. He was always
thrilled by the tightness of her twat.
"You're so big when you stretch my tender pussy," she whispered as his cock inched its
way slowly into her slippery gash, her tits were on fire from all the licking and sucking
they were receiving, and she was thrilled by the way her lover spread the cheeks of her
ass, helping her to open her pussy wider.
They just seemed to slide together as his thrusts matched her humping. His cock slid
into the well-oiled slit just right and he knew exactly what to do. She squirmed
helplessly as the end of his cock pushed against the back of her pussy. She wanted to
cry out, but his mouth covered hers in a long passionate kiss, their tongues twisting as
they met.
"I love your prick," she groaned, breaking off the kiss as she pushed up with her pussy
to meet the thrusts of his cock. She wanted to feel his cock start to quiver and hoped
that he would remember to pull out so she could taste the essence of his cum.
Skip boldly reached under the girl's ass and pushed his index finger against her welloiled 
asshole. He used slow and steady pressure, taking his time and not wanting to
hurt the girl as he tried to loosen her tight virgin anus. If he played it right, he could
fuck her in the ass the night of the prom.
"What are you doing to me?" Vera asked as she felt her asshole open up to the probing
finger. It felt strange and seemed to make her pussy suck at his cock even more eagerly.
It hurt, but not enough to make her wince with pain as the first waves of a shattering
orgasm started to rush across her pert young body.
"OHHHH... I'm starting to come!" She screamed before Skip could answer her. Her
whole body was trembling as spasm after spasm of pleasure swept over her. She forgot
everything for the moment, the finger in her asshole, the cum she wanted to taste, and
even who was fucking her. She was totally consumed in her own satisfaction.
"You little slut, yes, tremble because of my cock and finger as they both ream you and
make you come," Skip whispered hotly into her ear.
"Fuck me... Fuck me..." Vera whimpered as the explosion of her orgasm rocked her
body.
Skip took the gasping girl firmly in his arms and rammed his cock in and out of her
juicy young cunt. It throbbed and swelled and bucked until he had to struggle to keep
from blowing his wad.
"Ohhh... I want to taste your hot sperm," she sighed as the spasms started to subside.
She was regaining some of her composure and felt her stretched asshole pucker as the
finger withdrew. She didn't know what to think. She had liked the feeling of the
pounding cock and the reaming finger. The combination had set off her orgasm. She
had no knowledge of anal sex and the fact that she was able to enjoy it only confused
her.
"I'm going to give you my load!" Skip bellowed as he jerked his cock from Vera's tight
pussy and snaked it up along her belly and tits to her waiting mouth. He rammed it
frantically between her lips and started to come instantly, spewing a river of jism into
her mouth. He was bucking and spurting, trying to shoot as much of the hot liquid into
her mouth as he could. He filled her mouth and throat with his love juice.
Vera closed her eyes and accepted the warm rich fluid, reveling in the delicious flavor
that coated her throat and lips. She felt the juice trickle down the corner of her mouth
and touched it with her fingers. She let the cock slide from her lips and sucked the cum
from her fingers.
"You taste so good," she murmured, opening her eyes, feeling better than she ever had
before. The whole sexual experience had been different; the rough treatment and
probing finger stirred her emotions until she had exploded in the most tearing orgasm
of her young life.
"You were dynamite yourself," Skip replied, rolling off to the side of the girl. He ran his
hand over her belly gently and lost himself in the sparkle of her sensuous eyes.
"I could lay here all night," Vera said, enjoying the caress. She wanted to stay and make
love again and again, but knew that she was due home shortly. The thought was
enough to make her push Skip's hand away and climb from the bed.
"What's up now?" Skip asked as he watched the glamorous girl dress. He knew that she
wasn't expected home for a while and he wanted to fuck her some more. His cock was
starting to get hard again. He gazed at her perfect round tits as she pulled her jeans on.
"I have to go over to Linda's house and find out what the plans are for after the prom,"
Vera said as she tucked her blouse into her pants. "And besides, I have to be home in a
little while."
"Well, I want you to know that I have some plans of my own for after graduation and
you play an important role in them." He smiled, feeling his cock stir at the thought of
her tight asshole. He reached across the bed and turned on the radio while Vera
puttered about and made herself neat, straightening her hair and wiping the cum from
her creamy cheeks.
The sound of rock and roll filled the room almost instantly and the two teenagers
responded to the sound. Vera picked up the rhythm with her hips while she groomed
herself in the mirror and Skip tapped lightly on his naked thigh while he watched the
girl. The music ended and was replaced by the news.
"This is the first night of the full moon," the monotone voice of the broadcaster began,
"and the chief of police has asked us to remind all women in the city to be extremely
careful. The rapes of the last three months have not been solved and as a public-service
announcement in cooperation with the authorities..."
Skip quickly turned the dial to another station.
"I hate the news," he said as he tuned in more music.
"So do I," Vera agreed. She was ready to leave. She turned and looked at her lover. She
really wanted to stay, but the drive to Linda's house would take at least fifteen minutes
and then she would have to drive all the way back across town to get home on time;
there wasn't any choice, she had to leave.
"I'll see you in school tomorrow," she whispered and blew Skip a kiss as she walked out
of the room toward the front door and her car.
"Tomorrow, love," Skip replied as he watched her sashay from the room. The music
was again interrupted by the news.
"The full-moon rapist has yet to be caught and the chief of police is urging all women
to stay in safe places..."
"Fuck the full moon and the news!" Skip said as he reached across the bed and flipped
off the radio.

* * *

Vera climbed into her Lotus, a graduation gift from her father, and turned on the
ignition. She loved the car and the class it added to her good looks. She was spoiled and
knew it.
She backed out of the driveway and onto the city streets. She expertly headed the fine
machine out toward the great highway and Linda's house. The two girls had been
friends since the first grade and shared all their womanly secrets. Vera could hardly wait
to tell her about the frantic hard fucking she had just had. The memory of Skip's
reaming finger made her asshole twitch slightly and she squirmed on the black leather
seat as she gave the car more gas and headed out on the freeway.
The freeway offered a scenic view of the city and the heavens, making it almost
impossible not to notice the bright full moon that lighted up the sky.
Vera sighed as she darted in and out of the light traffic. She remembered her lover's
rough hands and the way he had come in her mouth as she downshifted on the gears
and eased off the freeway onto Fell Street and toward the dark confines of Golden Gate
Park, the Great Highway, and Linda's house.
The sight of the bright full moon over the trees of the park was one of the most awe
inspiring things Vera could ever remember. It was shining a bright orange and cast
eerie shadows among the branches and along the ground.
The recent fucking had made her pussy damp and she stirred as a mixture of her own
discharge dripped out of her hot gash and into the crack of her ass. It tingled and made
her wiggle, rubbing the lips of her still-swollen pussy over the fabric of her tight jeans.
"Ohhh..." she moaned as she zipped along. "Linda can just wait a few more minutes."
Vera was young and vibrant, getting ready to graduate and attend an Eastern university.
She was becoming a woman quickly, and the need for fucking now was overwhelming.
She knew that only her hands could satisfy the desire in her cunt – she had to finger
fuck herself, her desires couldn't wait.
Vera opened her door and climbed out and stretched. Her pert pointed tits pushed
against her blouse and the nipples stirred as she walked lightly across the gravel past a
common-looking parked van. Without thinking, she pushed her palms lightly over her
own tits and made the already hard nipples tremble.
"I'm so horny..." she sighed as she looked around to see if anyone was watching her.
The night was clear and crisp, and Vera felt alone and safe.
Vera walked slowly toward the shelter of some trees. She sat on a bench with a view of
the pounding surf and the moon. The tingling in her pussy demanded release.
She was moving her own tracing finger over her thigh toward her aching cunt when it
happened.
Two strong hands covered her face with a strange-smelling rag. She struggled hard,
trying to bite the hand that covered her face, trying to reach behind her and scratch the
face she couldn't see. She recognized the smell as she strained with all of her might. It
was ether...
Everything began to spin and the moon went dark.


Chapter 6

Spinning, swirling flashes of light were the first things Vera became conscious of as she
slowly started to come to. The light that she thought was flashing was only a dim
overhead bulb that burned constantly. The flashing illusion was caused by her inability
to focus on anything as the ether slowly gave way to reality.
Suddenly the frightening memory of the abduction flashed in front of her. Everything
had happened so quickly. She forced herself to concentrate. The ambrosia of the ether
was hard to shake.
Fear soon replaced the drug-induced dizziness as Vera regained her senses.
The building she was in was an old abandoned warehouse. She tried to talk, but found
herself gagged. She tried to move her hands but found that they were tied over her
head. Her feet were cold. She was naked and standing on the damp concrete floor,
helplessly bound and gagged so that all she could do was stand motionless.
It was the full moon... all the recent stories in the newspapers about the rapes came
rushing back. Oh, my God! This just can t be.
Vera's thighs trembled.
"Grrrrrr... grrrrrrr..."
It took only an instant for Vera to realize that the noise was a dog growling. Maybe it's
a watclidog. The thought of being rescued set Vera's adrenalin rushing. Oh, please be a
watchdog!
"Grrrrrr... grrrrrrr..."
The growling was coming from the dark behind her and it was impossible for Vera to
turn around. The seconds passed and grew into minutes; the only interruption of the
silence was the low-pitched growl.
"GRRRRR... Grrrrr..."
Vera became fearful as panic replaced the brief instant of hopeful expectation. The
growling was becoming frightening. It never moved, but seemed to stay in the same
spot in the darkness behind her. Vera's legs were growing tired. The strain of having to
stand in the same place and position was taking its toll on her.
"Please tell me what is happening!" she screamed, but her voice was muffled by the gag.
The ropes were biting into her wrists and the dog continued to growl in its low pitch
until Vera thought she would die from the frustration. Her pussy was still moist, and
her asshole still puckered from her boyfriend's finger's intrusion. Being tied, tired, and
scared only made her more aware of her sexuality. The longer she stood in her
bondage, the greater her desire for sex became.
The way her body was tingling was as frightening as the condition in which she found
herself.
"Grrrr... Grrrr..." The growling grew closer and Vera could hear the dog as it crawled
along the floor. She couldn't see it, but she could tell by the voice and the movement
that it was a big animal.
Vera felt her whole body flush with fear. For just an instant, the thought of the dog,
muscular and lean, humping away on her tender young pussy, nauseated her. It was
against her whole moral fiber, but there was nothing she could do. The longer she stood
tied so that she could only stand straight up with her feet resting flat on the floor with
the coarse ropes biting into her skin, the more vivid her imagination became.
The rapist's plan was working and he smiled as he watched the helpless girl go through
all the mental anguish that her predicament dictated. John Manning was glad as he
watched Bru restrain all of his natural desires and lay on the floor in the dark directly
behind the girl as she twisted and turned in agony. He was standing in the shadow,
waiting for just the right moment.
"Grrr... GRRRR..."
John found himself gritting his teeth as the dog continued to growl from behind the
girl. It was the full moon and the good-looking wild beast had come to him again just
as he had for the last three full moons. The dog weighed at least one hundred and ten
pounds and was all muscle and jaws, capable of ripping the arm off a man. He was the
perfect dog, a cross between a Dane and a Doberman. It was the dog that made him
feel like a werewolf.
The bizarre circumstance of the moment was almost more than Vera could stand. She
was tottering on the brink of despair. She wanted something to happen. She wanted an
end to the suspense that was gnawing at her sanity. She was scared and horny and only
wanted to somehow escape from the evil that had trapped her.
I wonder if the rapist is here? The thought only increased her panic. Intuitively she
knew that he was in one of the dark corners watching. She wanted to scream and
release the mounting tension that was making her twitch involuntarily, but knew that
the gag would only frustrate her more. She was the helpless captive of an insane rapist
and his wild dog.
John Manning found himself becoming excited as he watched the girl struggle against
her bonds. The growling of the dog was getting lower and turning into a panting desire
of its own. John's eyes lingered on her pert young tits and he was able to sense her
excitement by the way her nipples remained taut. He remembered the touch of her
flesh as he had undressed her after the long ride across town to this abandoned
warehouse. His cock was hard and he knew Bru's was too.
"Don't be scared," he whispered from the dark.
Vera trembled at the eerie tone of voice. She trembled as the dog's growl turned to a
whimper. She was certain her rape was at hand and she cried.
John Manning could slowly feel himself becoming ruled by the full moon that shined in
the night sky. The change wasn't a physical one; it was rather a mental transition in
which he and the dog became one. They both shared in the desire to ravish women.
Because deep down inside, John knew that all women loved to be fucked by dogs.
"Do you know why you're here?" he asked as he walked out from the shadows, slipping
a stocking mask over his face.
Vera strained to see through her tearing eyes. The silhouette of her tormentor was
moving across the room towards her. The dog was growling again and she could hear
him prancing around behind her now.
"You're here because you're the victim of fate," John continued as he walked directly up
to the girl and stopped less than an arm's length from her naked body. "You're here
because I know you need a dog... The moon demands satisfaction and so do I and the
dog." He reached out and pinched her hard nipples, making his already erect cock jerk
with anticipation.
Vera gasped. The thought of having to submit to both the man and the animal made
Vera struggle frantically at the ropes that held her so securely in place. She strained at
the ropes until they chafed her skin and she almost collapsed from exhaustion.
"Bru!" John commanded as he tired of watching the girl struggle.
The dog's response was immediate. He leaped from the shadows behind the girl and
ran in a circle around her.
Vera had thought that the dog was big, but the actual size astounded her. She felt
John's hands as they moved over her naked flesh, pulling on the nipples and pushing
the soft skin of her tits hard against her chest. There was nothing she could do except
endure whatever her masked tormentor did as she watched the muscular black and
brown dog circle her.
"She has such soft flesh," John leered. "Bru, you're going to like this one." His hands
traced down over her belly and caressed the soft mound of thin blonde hair over her
pussy before clipping into the moist gap of her cunt.
Vera shuddered. She was frightened ready to faint. Her nipples were swollen and her
tits heaved as he fingered her tender pussy, making her squirm and wiggle her ass as he
pushed two of his long fingers into her now juicy gash. She could feel her tits begin to
swell and her clit enlarge with blood.
"She is a hot one, Bru," John whispered as the dog paced back and forth in front of
them.
It was easy to see by the strides he took that the dog was excited. Long wet globs of
saliva trickled from his jowls and he whimpered loudly at each new sexual advance.
Vera's body was on fire, responding to everything that happened to it. Her asshole still
tingled from earlier in the evening when her boyfriend had shoved his ringer up it
while they were fucking. She was startled and ashamed by the feelings that were
rushing over her.
"Would you like to eat her pussy, Bru?" John asked the dog as he withdrew his
drenched finger from the girl's twat. "She is a nice, juicy young girl."
Bru responded by lying down directly in front of Vera and showing his teeth before
letting his long rough tongue dart out across his heavy jowls.
He can't let that animal near me! Vera's eyes widened as she watched the dog grovel at
her feet. She looked at the dog's long lapping tongue, adding to the ache in her already
lubricated pussy. She felt pangs of guilt rip at her as she watched and wondered what
the dog's tongue would feel like as it snaked deeply into her gaping hole.
Bru stood and pushed his nose into the girl's crotch and nipped lightly at her clit with
his sharp white teeth before pushing the full length of his tongue into her pussy.
Vera shuddered and looked at the man standing in front of her. She struggled at her
bonds and tried to plead with her eyes for him to stop the dog. She was responding to
the deep probing from its tongue as Bru licked over the swollen lips of her pussy and
clit, working in and out of the orifice.
"She loves it, Bru," John said as he watched the helpless girl gyrate her hips unwillingly
as the dog picked up the tempo of his lapping. "She wants us to fuck her, Bru... she
wants to feel our cocks ram in and out of her young tender pussy and ass."
Vera quivered at the mention of being fucked in the pussy and ass at the same time.
She was young and the only anal entry she had ever experienced was just this evening
when Skip had pushed his finger up her ass.
John moved close to the girl while the dog licked and nipped at her tender pussy. He
began to caress her body again. He ran his hands lightly over her tits and through her
long blonde hair. He looked straight in her eyes and laughed before he spoke.
"Have you ever fucked a dog?" As he asked, he let his finger slide softly down her back
and firmly grasp the delicate orbs of her creamy white ass.
Vera wanted to moan and scream at the same time, but the gag muffled her voice. She
was being raped and tortured and still her body was on fire. Her rapist was boldly
caressing her ass, pulling and pinching the cheeks while his dog licked her pussy,
running his long tongue in and out of the dripping orifice.
The dog licked and nipped happily as his long tail wagged in rhythm with his probing
tongue. It was easy to see that he enjoyed helping John violate his victims.
"It was so easy to catch you." John blew hotly in the girl's ear as he walked around
behind her. "Women are so stupid... I hate them... The only purpose they serve is that
they want to relieve the desires of my dog and I." John was frantic with lust. The girl's
ass was perfect, and he ground his pelvis hard against the soft flesh.
Vera shuddered. Her body was hot against her will. The dog was licking her pussy and
clit and the rapist was stimulating her asshole, making it twitch just as her lover had
done.
"I'm going to fuck you in the ass," John said softly as he unzipped the fly of his pants
and let his hard cock fall out. "Ahhh..." he moaned as he pushed the bulbous head over
the firm flesh of her buttocks. He was drooling just like the dog as he spread the perfect
cheeks and feasted on the view of her tight puckering asshole.
Vera was confused and delirious. Morally, she knew she wasn't supposed to find
pleasure in anything as perverse as her present situation. Her body continued to react
to the dog's lapping tongue and her rapist's rubbing cock as it trailed over the tight
cheeks of her ass. For the first time she looked down and saw the dog's large brown
eyes. They were gleaming with sheer animal lust.
"I'm going to fuck you in the ass."
The gag bit into Vera's lips as she tried to scream. Her rapist's cock was pushing
against the yielding flesh of her asshole. It hurt so badly that she was certain she would
pass out. Her screams were muffled as his prick inched slowly up the tight passage.
Each lunge sent spasms of pain sweeping across her tired body.
"Your asshole is so tight," John moaned as he pushed hard with his prick. "You must
have had a virgin ass." He grinned as the last inch of his long cock lodged in the orifice.
The dog continued to lap and lick at the girl's pussy. John's pounding cock in her ass
pushed the girl's cunt forward, making it easily accessible.
Vera began to cry again. Her legs hurt from having to stand so long in the same spot.
Her arms ached from the tightness of the ropes and the burns from struggling against
them. Her ass was being reamed by the large cock of her rapist and a dog was eating
her pussy. Still, her body's reaction bewildered her.
"Do you like my cock in your ass?" John sighed as he felt his balls swaying under the
firm orbs. He reached around the girl and caressed her tits and nipples roughly,
pinching the skin and the taut tips.
"You do like it... Bru, she likes my cock in her ass and your tongue licking at her
pussy."
Vera sobbed. Her rapist was right. She liked the way his cock felt as it reamed in and
out of her ass. The action of the dog's lapping tongue was driving her mad. Her
boyfriend had never licked her cunt so well. Her clit was swollen beyond belief.
Shame and humiliation raced over her at the thought. All of her life she had been
trained in the morals of middle-class America; rape and bestiality were wrong. The
thought only made her weep with guilt as the first waves of a shattering orgasm swept
over her.
John felt the girl's body tremble. He sank his shaft as deeply as he could into the girl's
tight-puckered asshole. He felt the dog's tongue as it snaked into her cunt. He sensed
the girl's orgasm as he moaned and shot the first jerking spurt of his own climax into
the depths of her bowels.
"How do you... like my hot jism... in your asshole?" John bellowed as his cock jerked
again and spurted more of the hot fluid into her ass.
Vera wanted to scream, but knew the gag would keep her voice muffled. The warm
splashing sperm in her ass lubricated the channel so that the rapist's cock slid easily in
and out before ramming home. He let go with his final blast.
The dog's tongue continued to lap away at her soft wet cunt. The spasms of her orgasm
mounted to a violent crescendo of passion. She gave way to the physical demands of her
body as she was totally consumed in the quaking climax.
"She's the best and hottest one yet," John said to the dog as he pulled his cock from the
girl's tight ass, and put it back in his pants. "Her asshole is ready for you."
The dog stopped lapping the girl's red cunt and began to bark and growl at the words
of his master. The large brown and tan beast ran around behind the girl and shoved his
long nose up the girl's freshly-fucked ass and lapped at the sperm that dripped from it.
His long tongue snaked out and up the tight channel.
Vera hadn't had time to recover from her orgasm when the dog stopped licking her
pussy and started on her ass. She squirmed and wiggled as the animal's tongue drove
her on. She forgot the shame of what was happening to her and moaned with pleasure
into her gag.
"Why, she likes you, Bru," John said as he walked around to the front of the girl. "I'll
bet she'd even consider marrying you!"
The dog barked loudly at John's words and stopped lapping at the girl's ass. He nipped
lightly at the back of her thighs and growled. He jumped up and wrapped both of his
legs around the girl's back and humped wildly, touching her naked skin with his cock.
Vera shuddered at the touch of the dog's cock on her flesh. It was totally degrading. He
can't let the dog fuck me... he just can t She wanted to scream the words but knew it
would do no good. Then the thought of getting off with the dog's cock in her ass was
almost more than she could bear.
"Bru!" At John's command the dog stopped humping. "Come here, Bru, and show the
lovely young lady the size of your cock."
The dog responded instantly and came around to the front of the girl and sat down. His
long pink tongue hung from his heavy jowls and his coat glistened. Every one of his
lean muscles stood out hard and taut. His long needle-head cock pushed out from its
sheath as the animal sat and panted.
"Can you see the dog's prick?" John asked the helpless girl. He watched her eyes dart
from the animal's cock to the floor and back to the cock. He felt a surge of power as he
watched her tremble with fear. "Don't you want to have another orgasm while the dog
fucks away on your well-lubricated asshole?"
Vera choked on the question. Her eyes kept darting back to the dog's hard pink prick
with the strange head and its hairy sheath. She broke out in a sweat as her instincts
made her tremble with fear.
John walked over to the helpless girl and lowered his mouth to her ripe firm breasts,
sucking the hard nipples into his mouth one at a time while he molded the rest of her
tits with his hands. He took one nipple at a time between his teeth and bit them until
the girl squirmed with pain. It made him feel strong to have his trapped victims suffer.
"You fucking little slut!" He spat in her face when he finished. "You want to have the
dog fuck you... you want to feel an animal come deep in your quivering asshole while a
man pumps his cock in and out of your pussy!"
The dog barked and growled at the words. He jumped up and nipped at the girl's
creamy white thighs. Each nip was higher than the last until he almost nipped her cunt.
Vera wanted to cry, but she fought and held back the tears. She was scared and didn't
want to make things worse than they already were. She was certain that her rapist took
as much pleasure in tormenting his victims as in fucking them.
"Bru, do you think our little girl will cause us any trouble if I untie her so we can
double-fuck her?" John's voice was low and filled with lust. The bulge in his pants
strained at the fabric. He wanted to feel the girl's tight cunt wrapped around his long
hard cock while the dog humped away on her ass.
Vera could tell by his voice and actions that the rapist would kill her if she tried to
escape when he untied her hands. She was certain that the dog would bite and maim
her if she ran.
John was frothing at the mouth and grinding his teeth as he approached the bound and
suspended girl. He reached for the ropes and started to untie the girl.
"If you cause me any trouble, I'll kill you!"
Vera just nodded her head in response to the madman in front of her. She was scared
and humiliated, but knew that it was useless to resist. If the rapist didn't catch her, the
dog would. She felt the relief of the slackening of the ropes. Her legs all but collapsed as
the strain was removed. She rubbed the burns on her wrists while she tried to cover as
much of her naked body as she could.
"You little bitch." John laughed as he looked at the cowering girl. He walked over to
her and smacked her ass with the long rope he had used to tie her.
Vera squirmed under the biting lash that stung her fleshy ass. Her whimper was
muffled by the gag she still wore, and she trembled with fear as the dog nipped at her
calves.
"Are you ready, Bru?"
"Grrrr... GRRRR..." The dog leaped high in the air and ran around the girl as John
dragged her across the floor by her long blonde hair.
Vera sobbed as she landed hard on the cold concrete floor. She lay still, afraid to move
too quickly. She didn't want to give her rapist or the dog the slightest chance or reason
to hurt her. Even though she was being degraded, her body was responding to all the
physical advances that were being forced on it. Her nipples and tits were still hard. Her
pussy was still wet and waiting for a cock. She was even getting off on the pain.
She felt ashamed at the way her body derived pleasure from things that she knew were
morally wrong.
"Get up, you cowering cunt," John hissed. "You're going to fuck both me and the dog
at the same time. I'm going to make you straddle my cock so the dog can mount you
from the rear. If you try to resist, I'll have the dog rip you to shreds."
John pulled his hard cock from his pants and stood over the girl, rubbing the head of
his prick over her entire face, pushing at the gag in her mouth.
Vera sobbed and let the tears trickle down her cheeks. She looked over at the dog who
was now licking his own cock and balls. She shuddered. In only a few seconds she
would feel his hard narrow cock piercing her asshole and rubbing against a human cock
in her cunt. The thought was frightening.
"Okay, you trembling little slut, I want you to sit on my cock!" John commanded as he
sat on the floor. His cock twitched and jerked as it stood out hard from his clothing.
Vera responded reluctantly as she listened to the dog bark and growl in the
background. She could tell by the sound of the animal that it sensed its turn was
coming. She felt a tingle of suspense sweep over her as she mounted her rapist's cock
and lowered her hot, well-licked cunt down on his throbbing shaft.
"Ahhhh..." John moaned as the girl's hot pussy descended on the length of his shaft
and rubbed against the fabric of his pants. "Your cunt is better than I thought it would
be."
Vera suppressed a sigh of her own. She was ashamed of her response as her body forced
pleasure upon her. Her breasts were full and taut. Her pussylips were swollen with lust.
She was excited by the humiliation of her rape and the lapping tongue of the dog. The
idea of letting a dog fuck her in the ass was both degrading and stimulating. The cock
in her pussy pounded her toward another orgasm.
John reached around behind the girl and pulled the cheeks of her ass apart. His cock
was deep in her pussy and she knew that the dog's prick would soon be deep in her ass.
"Grrrr... Grrrr.... " The dog nipped the soft flesh of the girl's ass and ran his tongue
over his master's pounding cock and balls before moving up over the girl's pussy to her
buttocks. The animal again let its lapping tongue snake deeply into the girl's wriggling
ass.
"Ohhh..." Vera finally gasped into her gag. The combination of the man and the dog
was more than she could bear. She didn't care that she was being raped any longer. All
that mattered was the pounding cock in her cunt and the dog's prick in her asshole.
Even in her wildest fantasies she had never dreamed of being so excited.
"What a slut this girl is!" John bellowed to the dog as he sank his cock as deeply as he
could with a violent upward lunge. He still held her ass apart and dug his ringers into
the soft flesh. He was becoming impatient. He wanted to feel the animal's cock stretch
the girl's asshole and push against his prick through the thin membrane that separated
the two channels. He wanted to feel himself and the dog become one for an instant,
fulfilling his fantasies.
Vera was totally consumed by her body's desires and used her own hands to caress and
pinch at her nipples and tits. The words of her rapist were true and only served to drive
her on. She was going to have another orgasm; it was building in the depths of her
cunt.
The dog stopped licking at the girl's ass and howled. He was ready to fuck this woman
in her young beautiful ass.
"Fuck me, you little cunt," John groaned as he watched the dog get ready to mount the
girl.
Vera responded to her rapist's words by clamping down with her warm, wet cunt. She
knew that the dog was getting ready to mount her and fuck her ass. Oh, my God am I
sick!... How could I want to feel a dog's cock up my ass while I'm being raped ? The
thought made her shudder.
"Now, Bru... now!" John commanded as he felt his climax surging in his balls. He
wanted to shoot his load with the dog and have the girl go crazy with lust as they both
exploded into her.
The dog responded instantly and climbed up on the girl's back. His long front legs
wrapped around her, scratching her breasts and belly. His long thin-pointed cock stood
out from its sheath as it tried to make contact with the panting girl's asshole.
John buried his cock as deeply as he could while he held the girl's ass open for the dog.
He wanted to help the beast find its mark so they could be joined together by the girl.
Vera whimpered as the dog's hot cock moved over the crevice between the cheeks of
her ass, rubbing over her tender asshole. Her rapist's hands held her asshole open,
making her shudder with each near miss of the animal's lunging cock. She knew that
she was going to like the way the dog's cock felt as it pushed into her, filling her
completely, pushing against the cock that fucked into her tender young cunt. Even
though she was going to enjoy the perverse act she couldn't shake the guilt that
haunted her. She knew that the whole thing was morally wrong.
John squirmed as he felt the dog's cock enter the girl's opening asshole. First the
narrow head slipped in, making the animal buck and lunge until it was deeply
imbedded in the girl's ass and rubbing against his own cock.
The dog howled as it drooled over the girl's neck from his excitement. The beast
pumped wildly, using every ounce of its animal strength to push its hard cock into the
girl's asshole. Instinctively it wanted to shoot its load deeply into the warm receptive
tunnel.
Vera was on the brink of passing out. She was filled with two slamming cocks. The one
in her pussy pushed up and rubbed her swollen clit, making her tremble. The dogcock
in her asshole pushed against the one in her cunt as it slipped in and out. She was still
fighting the guilt of her middle-class morality as the passion of the moment began to
sweep over her in a crashing orgasm.
John felt the girl's pussy begin to quiver as the spasms of her desire found release. He
felt the dog's cock pushing deeply in and out of the girl's anus. He was joined together
with the wild dog in an act of sex using the girl as their medium. He and the dog were
one, and he felt the animal's strength surge into his body as the first tingling sensation
of his climax started to erupt from his balls.
The dog increased his pace, fucking in and out of her ass to the time of the human cock
that pumped away on the pussy in front. Its furry legs were wrapped around the soft
belly of the girl and occasionally its claws would scratch the skin. The beast ran its long
tongue into the girl's ear as it increased the rate of its pumping and humping as it drew
closer to a climax.
Oh, my God, I'm coming! Vera's body exploded in spasm after spasm of blissful release.
Her whole being was consumed in the fire of her passion, making her forget that she
was being raped and fucked in the ass by a dog. She trembled wantonly and without
shame, giving way to her own deeply hidden animal desires.
John felt the spasms of the girl's twitching pussy. He knew she was coming. Her cunt
was squeezing his cock so tightly that he was certain they were locked together like
dogs in heat.
"Why, you tight-pussied bitch... you're making me come... ahhh!"
Hot splashes of jism burst from John's balls, making him shiver under the moaning
girl. He felt the dog's cock still pumping hard in the girl's ass as her pussy sucked on
his exploding prick. He could feel the dog was ready to come as its humping became
frantic and its hind legs twitched violently.
The dog howled as it started to come in the girl's ass.
Vera whimpered into her gag as she felt the dog's hot load splash into her bowels and
mix with the human cum from her first ass-fucking. Her climax continued to be long
and violent, making her body tremble. She was being raped and degraded by a dog and
a man; yet she was achieving the most shattering orgasm she thought she would ever
have in her entire life. Every muscle in her body quivered in sheer ecstasy.
John panted in momentary exhaustion. He was drained and the fluid from his load
made the girl's pussy wetter and warmer, making it easy to linger on. He felt as if his
load and the dog's cum in the girl's ass had united him with the animal, making their
universe complete for another evening.
The dog slid his cock out of the girl's ass and sat on the floor behind her and licked his
slimy cock.
Vera trembled as the last shivers of ecstasy subsided into the harsh reality of the
moment. She had just fucked a man and a dog at the same time and had loved it. She
sobbed and started to cry. She was so ashamed at the reactions of her body that she
knew her life would never be the same.
"You little bitch!" John hissed as he pushed the girl off and stood up, putting his prick
back in his pants. "You loved having Bru fuck you... you came, didn't you? You
trembled and squirmed and sucked me off with your tight little pussy while Bru fucked
you in the ass."
Vera cowered under the menacing figure that loomed over her. Her rapist was right.
She had done all the things he said and loved it. She trembled as she listened to the dog
bark and growl as it lay on the floor behind her. She was afraid to look over at the beast
and his snarling white teeth. Please don't fuck me anymore, she thought as she rolled
her naked body into a ball. She was still humiliated at the fact that she had orgasmed
while letting a dog push his long needle-headed cock in and out of her asshole.
John walked over and picked up the rope. He felt strong and virile. He was as much an
animal as anything that lived and breathed.
"I'm going to tie you up and let nature take its course. If you struggle and go free, you
live; if you falter and no one finds you... starvation."
Vera could hardly believe the words she heard as the rope tightened around her wrists
and she was pulled back to the beam she had been tied to when she had awakened to
this macabre reality. She was going to be left naked and tied, her fate depending
entirely upon luck.
John sensed the girl's fear and it added to the strength he derived from his power over
her. Men hunted animals and left them to die in their traps, so he would hunt people
and leave them tied and trapped when he was finished with them. The beast in his soul
demanded at least that much revenge against man's inhumanity and total disrespect for
nature.
"You're going to hang here," he said as he hoisted the girl up by the rope, "until you
die."
Vera tried to scream, but only choked on the gag. Tears streamed down her cheeks. Her
body ached and the rope bit into the flesh of her wrists. She didn't want to die...
At least they're finished fucking me, she thought, trying to cheer herself up. Maybe by
morning someone will find me. She knew people would be looking for her. Her mother
and father would worry and so would her boy friend, but would anyone find her? The
thought nagged her as the fear of death made her whimper with despair.
"Did you like the girl, Bru!" John called out to the dog as he finished tying her to the
beam so that her entire weight was supported by her slender arms.
"Grrrr... Grrrr..."
The dog pranced and ran over to the girl. The animal circled the helpless woman and
then lifted his hind leg and pissed a bright yellow stream across her thighs.
Vera felt the dog's piss splash on her creamy thighs and trickle down the length of her
legs. She was exhausted and humiliated and finally passed out.


Chapter 7

"I smell pot," Michelline Smith sighed as she closed the front door of her boyfriend's
house behind her. She was twenty-two, a college graduate in sociology, and a dedicated
worker on the city drug program. She had the key to Ed Shine's house for a reason. She
loved him and wanted to help him in a court case so his parole wouldn't be revoked.
She also needed his big black cock.
"How many times I got to tell you not to sneak into my house, woman!" Ed's voice
boomed from the kitchen of the ghetto flat. He strode through the door into the long
hallway.
"You're supposed to call me before you get in the door... or don't you remember?" He
snarled as he grabbed the saucy girl by the wrist and squeezed with his incredible
strength.
"Stop it... you're hurting me," Michelline gasped. She was used to this type of reception
from Ed. She knew how much he relied on his strength to impress others. It came from
years in prison where he had had nothing to do but build his power, and nothing but
his strength with which to survive. She knew that it really wasn't her lover who was
hurting her, it was society which hurt him until he was forced to take refuge in drugs to
try to forget the jungle into which he had been born. He was black, an ex-convict, and a
drug-user, all because of the American Dream. Because middle-class America refused to
assimilate blacks the way it absorbed English, French, German, Jew, Catholic, or
Oriental.
Ed looked down at the girl as he loosened his grip. He looked away quickly; there was
no way his great strength could ever overcome her when she looked at him the way she
was now.
"Ed... you know I love you." Michelline was always surprised at the effect her eyes had
on the six-foot man when he loomed over her. "But you have to be cooler. What if I
were the Man coming to get you because I finally got that court order to revoke your
parole?"
Ed knew the girl was right. She was the only thing standing between him and his
parole officer and the judge. He shifted his weight and walked back down the hall and
turned into his bedroom.
"Fuck you!" he bellowed as he slammed the door behind himself.
Michelline knew that Ed understood. She had no objection to his smoking pot. She'd
rather he smoked than drank whiskey, but he had to wait until she got his parole
transferred over to her department.
The quiet grew ominous and she walked down the hallway to her lover's room.
"Ed, can I come in," she whispered quietly as she straightened the crease in her tight
yellow pants suit.
"What do you want?" He was poor and his place was furnished with seconds, thirds,
and odds and ends he found. He was ashamed to have a woman in such a drab place.
"I want you, Ed," Michelline sighed as she felt a pang of desire in her pussy. She
wanted her big black stud to take her into his bed and fuck her hard, making her come
the way no white man had ever been able to do.
"Go away, you white bitch... you're just like the rest of them... All you want is to use
me... you want my strong cock while the others want my strong back." Ed was bitter at
all white people, even the lovely girl with the perfect tits who stood in his hallway
begging him to let her suck and fuck his cock and willingly do anything he requested of
her. She was the first white pussy he had ever fucked and it turned him on, but she was
still white.
"Ed, please... what do I have to do to prove I love you and that I need you?" Michelline
was hard-pressed. She was emotionally involved in a way she had never been before.
"I'm helping you in court, I give you money and I take care of any physical needs you
have. What do I have to do to prove my love?"
"You're white..." Ed said the words with a real hatred even though he could feel his
cock getting hard. He rolled over and looked out his window. It was growing dark and
the buildings of the ghetto cast ominous shadows. There had been another rape last
night. He had heard it on the radio earlier in the day. He was surprised that some cop
or detective hadn't tried to link him to the case.
Michelline looked at her brooding lover. She had to restrain herself from rushing over
to him and throwing herself on his body. She wanted him to fuck her. She needed to
feel his hard black cock as it entered her soft wet twat and rubbed over her clit until she
trembled with the satisfaction of an orgasm.
"Can I come and lay by you," she whispered.
Ed rolled over and looked at the woman in the doorway. He took one of the old feather
pillows from the bed and propped it against the wall and leaned back. The room was
almost dark, but he could see her standing in the doorway.
She was glamorous. Her long red hair flowed in waves over her shoulders and her
perfect upturned tits formed a shapely silhouette. She was everything he had ever
dreamed of on all those lonely nights in prison where the only companion in love was
the heavy breath of other prisoners. Her soft creamy skin set him on fire. The fact that
she was educated and had money enhanced the image. But she was white and he was
black and all of the instincts of the street and prison had combined to teach him that
she was evil.
"Please let me lay next to you and feel the strength of your body." Michelline sighed.
"Ed, how long can you go on putting me down because I'm white?"
"Yes, you're white, and so was the judge and jury that sent me to prison for five years
for a twenty-minute joy ride in some rich white man's Cadillac." Ed clenched his fists as
he spoke. Every time he thought of the trial he had to suppress his desire to beat up on
someone white.
"I understand that... all I want to do is help you and be your lover. I want to help you
do whatever you want to with your life." Michelline walked slowly towards the bed as
she spoke. She had to convince Ed that she loved him. She had to make him
understand that she wanted him to hold her and be her man, because she loved him
and wanted to help him rise up out of his existence. She wanted to have him use her to
better himself.
Ed watched as the girl moved closer to the bed.
"Maybe some day I can be President and you can be the First Lady," he smirked, going
back on the defensive. "Or, better yet, maybe I can get a job gassing other niggers when
they open up the concentration camps. You know, like a Judas goat."
"Ed, please... you have to give the world a chance. You're too good a man to let yourself
lay and be trampled by the dregs of society." Michelline fell to her knees at the side of
the bed. She wanted her man and would do anything to get him.
Ed felt his cock stir and his need increase as he looked at the kneeling girl. She was the
loveliest woman he had ever fucked and she never failed to make him horny. Her lips
were soft, red, and ever so willing.
ll All you want is my black cock... it's hard and long and lasts... You can't get a white
cock as good so you want mine... You just want a long strong black stud to make you
come and come until you can't stand it any more."
Michelline listened to the words. It was the same every time she tried to make love to
him. He thought she was only using him as a sex object because of his position with
the law and her influence with the court. He didn't believe she really loved him.
"Please trust me, Ed..." she whispered as she crawled over the mattress and lay next to
him, touching his strong arms as she rested her head on his chest.
Ed tried to keep from stirring as she touched him, but couldn't. Every time she touched
him, he became excited. It took all of his self-control to keep from reaching out and
caressing her curvy body. She was always wet and soft and ready for him, but she was
white and he couldn't forget it.
"Ed..." the girl cooed softly as she unbuttoned his shirt and ran her hot hands over his
muscular, black chest. "Please be good to me... I work so hard and I'm true to you even
though you don't appreciate it." She moved her head slowly up his chest and placed her
lips on his, giving him her tongue, breathing her hot breath into his nose. "Fuck me...
please fuck me!"
The girl's hot breath and tracing fingers sent spasms of desire sweeping across Ed's
already horny body. He remembered how he and the other black studs in the joint used
to fantasize about what they could do to white pussy. They all bragged how they would
eat it and fuck it and sell it. They all wanted to be pimps with a chain of white women
as a stable.
"You little white tramp," Ed said as he reached down and cupped her tits. They were
firm and hard through the fabric of her suit. He knew there was no stopping now, he
had to have her body and suck her snowy breasts and nip on the nipples.
Michelline responded to the advances. The feel of his strong black hands was almost
enough to set her off. She shuddered as their tongues clashed.
Ed unbuttoned the white woman's blouse and touched her flesh. He broke the kiss and
roughly pulled her up across his chest until his sucking lips caught the rigid nipple. He
kept his hands busy, running them down the back of her suit and across her ass,
gripping her thighs and pulling them wide apart so her pussy rubbed over him.
"I'm going to fuck you like you've never been fucked before! I'm going to fuck you so
good that you'll never look at another white man again! You'll be white trash when I'm
finished with you... white trash!"
Michelline ground her pussy on her lover's belly. His lips continued to nip and suck at
the tender skin of her tits.
"Ahhhhh..." She moaned as his hands pulled hard against her, pushing her panties into
the crack of her cunt.
Again Ed traced his lips over her flesh and back to her mouth as he pushed the top of
her suit down and over her arms, making her helpless for the moment. He kissed her
softly at first, but her squirming and wiggling drove him on until he was sure she
would choke on his tongue.
"This is insane," he gasped abruptly, breaking off the kiss. "This should never be... You,
a white chick with a black stud."
"How can you treat me like this?" Michelline sighed. She lay helpless where she had
been pushed off the mattress. Her blouse was pushed down over her arms, making it
hard to grab her lover. She didn't want to be left horny.
Ed knew what he was doing and how much the girl wanted him to fuck her and the
longer he made her beg for it the better it would be when he started humping and
fucking, ramming his long black cock into her tender young pussy. She was white and
he wanted to make her wish that she were black when he was done fucking her.
"Please, Ed," Michelline moaned as she finally managed to slip off the top of her pants
suit. "Why won't you fuck... isn't your cock hard... I'll do anything you want... Just give
me your cock!" She was begging him like a wanton slut. She was a woman of education
and standing, groveling at the feet of a black ex-convict because she wanted his big
black cock.
"Please, lover." She blew hotly in his ear as she ran her fingers over the nape of his
neck and over his chest, slowly peeling his shirt down over his shoulders.
Ed hunched his shoulders, making it impossible for the girl to undress him. He wanted
her to squirm and beg for his cock this time. The last time he had given in too easily.
The last time he fucked her too cheaply. She had walked into his home using the keys
the law said his counselor was allowed to have. He never wanted her to do that again
and he was going to make sure of it. He was going to fuck her brains out and then turn
her out and make a lot of dollars off her young tight white pussy.
"Ohhh... Ed!" she pouted. "Look at my tits! The nipples are hard and want your lips to
lick them... ohhhhh... Ed! I'll do anything!"
Michelline was on her knees in front of the man she wanted to fuck. She would do
anything he demanded of her just so long as she could at least touch his big black cock.
She needed to feel it and have it in her body. Anywhere.
Ed smiled. He was enjoying the show. The white bitch wanted more of his cock and
was willing to beg for it. She said she was willing to do whatever he wanted. She was
almost ready.
Michelline ran her hands down to the crotch of his pants. She was so horny she
couldn't stand it. The taste of his mouth lingered in hers and only made it harder to
wait. She knew she was being baited, but she didn't care. She had fallen madly in love
with him the first time she allowed herself to seduce him. Now she was paying the price
of her folly and she didn't care a bit. All she wanted was his black cock in her mouth or
her pussy or her ass; it didn't matter which.
Ed watched as the woman stripped from her pants and panties. He let his eyes linger on
the creamy glow of her soft thighs. He felt his cock throb as she stepped from her
panties, exposing the lovely lips of her cunt as they stood out, swollen and ready for his
long black shaft.
"Here I am... naked... look at my pussy... it needs you!"
Michelline held the lips of her cunt apart as she spoke. She was so hot that she dripped
pussy cum down onto her fingers. She looked at her own swollen and throbbing clit
and moaned. "Why don't you give me your cock!"
Ed restrained himself, smiling and enjoying the gyrations and gestures she was willing
to use to arouse his interest.
"Oh, Ed..." she groaned, falling across the bed, kissing his legs through the fabric of his
pants. She snaked her way up to his crotch and kissed his balls while she used her
hands to unzip his fly.
Ed exerted all of his will power to keep from shuddering as the girl's hot hand found
his erect prick and stroked it gently. He wanted her to think he was doing her a favor
by pumping his big black cock in and out of her searing pussy.
"You're so strong." She blew over the head of his exposed cock while she used her
fingers to cup his balls. "Please give me some of your strength."
"That's all you want from me," Ed ranted as he pushed Michelline away from his cock.
"You only want my black cock so your burning cunt can be fucked the way no white
man has ever fucked it." He towered over the girl and used every ounce of his strong
physique to intimidate her as he stood and clenched his fists in a fearless gesture.
"Well, I'm going to give it to you. I'm going to fuck you until no white cock will ever
satisfy you again."
Michelline ran the palms of her hands over her clit and let a sexy whimper escape from
her lips. She watched with growing desire as her lover stripped himself of his clothing.
She wished it were her hands that stripped him instead of his own.
"What do you want me to do?"
"Try being a woman instead of a slut," Ed replied, sitting naked on the mattress.
She turned into his arms and brushed her tits over his searing flesh. His strong odor
excited her, making her shiver with astonishment at the way she reacted to him. It was
more than that though. She had fallen for him. She was the white goddess and he was
the black prince; it was an affair that neither society would ever sanction.
Despite his harsh words, Ed held the girl gently to him, letting her snuggle against him.
"You think I'm a madman," he whispered to her, "but I'm not."
"No, Ed... it's not that at all." Michelline tingled all over as she answered her lover. The
tips of her pert tits rubbed over his chest as she brought her head up to his. "You've
never had a chance... and I want to give you one... I want to give you everything you've
missed."
He lowered his head slowly, his lips parting, giving her plenty of time to see that he
was finally willing to fuck her. Warm breath escaped into his mouth and her breasts
rubbed over him. She was on fire and he knew that his cock was the only thing that
would put it out. He was ready to make her his white sex slave.
He picked up this kiss where the first one had ended so abruptly. His lips were full and
pressed on hers with tongues clashing. He felt her panic at the onrush of his own
desire.
Michelline returned the kiss. She touched his cock lightly with one hand while she ran
her fingers through his kinky hair with the other. Her nipples were as hard as cherry
stones and her pussy leaked the juices of her wanton lust. She needed his big cock and
wanted him to need her just as much.
Ed's hands roved over her white body while he lingered in the taste of her kiss. She
accepted his tongue, moving her lips against his while her hands caressed his prick.
The touch of his hands on her ass and tits made her mold her cunt to his crotch. She
felt her yearning increase as the head of his black cock pushed over her tender clit. She
couldn't believe how high her own lust carried her as her body responded to the
sweeping hands that roved over her flesh.
Ed felt her pussy dripping wet on his thighs. He had to avoid the open gash of her
pussy as she squirmed to get his cock inside. She was nearly gasping when he broke off
the kiss and pushed one of his long black fingers into her tormented slit.
"I can't stand it!" she gasped as she clamped her cunt over his probing finger and
strained her body against his. "You're playing with me, Ed. You're making me into an
animal."
"You're a white slut who needs a strong black cock and I'm doing you a favor," he
breathed heavily.
He pushed his finger deeply into her cunt and kissed her again. She wanted to save him
and help, him, but he wanted only to use and abuse her because she was weak and
didn't understand anything about being poor, uneducated, and black. He ran his free
hand up over her back, down her neck, and pinched the flesh of her breasts.
"You white devil," he hissed as he rolled her onto her back and spread her thighs wide
so he could look at the bright pinkness of her cunt. "It doesn't matter what color a cunt
is, they all look alike on the inside." He plunged his finger in and out of her cunthole as
he spoke.
Michelline reached out for his cock and held it in her hand. She was amazed at the
contrast in skin color. The heat of his cock made her palm tingle as he came down
beside her and let his mouth fall on hers while he lifted her cunt up with his probing
finger and pushed his palm flat against the lips of her trembling pussy. She moaned and
groaned and stroked his cock in response. "Michelline..."he gasped.
"Oh, Ed, I love you... can't you see that it's real?" She wanted to convince him that she
was more than just a white tramp begging for a black stud. She had to find a way to
make him trust her.
Ed slowly shook his head. "You think it's love, but it's only your pussy aching with
lust."
Her swollen clit brushed against his palm as she pushed forward on his long strong
finger.
"Please fuck me!" she gasped.
Ed knelt between the girl's widespread thighs and pulled his finger from her dripping
twat. "Here, suck on your own pussyjuice," he commanded as he held the finger to her
lips.
Michelline shuddered and did as she was told. She opened her mouth and sucked the
long black finger between her lips and used her tongue to lick it. The taste of her
cuntfluids excited her and made her want to lick and suck on Ed's cock.
With his free hand Ed reached under the girl's ass and grasped the firm flesh of her
round cheeks and pushed her pussy up to meet his long dark shaft. They slid together
as she inched up to meet his thrust. Their movements were perfect and so was the fit.
He suppressed a moan as the end of his cock slipped into her hot cunt. He was
surprised by the moistness of her inner cunt and had to force himself to stop before he
was all the way in. He wanted her to work for everything he gave her.
"Oh, Ed, please let me have all of your cock!" She moaned, flinging her arms around
his neck.
She had never been this hot for any man. She needed to feel the entire length of his
cock as it pushed all the way into the depths of her pussy and smashed hard against the
back. She needed him to ram his big black cock in and out of her cunt until she
exploded in a shattering climax.
Still, there was more, something that had never happened before with any other lover.
She wanted to please him as well. She didn't care how or with what, all she was certain
of was that she would lick out his asshole if that was what he wanted.
She wanted to have him groan with desire as he shot his hot load into the recesses of
her quivering cunt. She wanted him to sigh from total satisfaction when he was finished
fucking her. She didn't care about her own needs now that she felt his cock poised
inside of her cunt.
"Ohhhhhhhh..." She couldn't restrain her moans as she felt the length of his cock slip
another inch into her cunt. She was certain that he would fuck her and make her come
at the same time. There was no way she could avoid it, his cock felt so good inside of
her.
Her tits were crushed under the weight as he lowered his hand to her clit and began to
caress the tender piece of flesh. His other hand still pushed her ass up to him. Her
thighs were wide open to him as he slowly pushed his long cock against the back of her
cunt. He wanted to make her come and come so he could tell her what a slut she was
when they were finished. He wanted to make her feel guilty for being white. He wanted
her to be willing to do anything for him from selling her white pussy to stealing the
drugs he craved.
"Ed, I'm coming!" she whispered in his ear as his pumping cock pushed in and out of
her slick cunt. "I don't believe I've ever come this quickly before." She gasped as the
head of his prick smashed against the back of her quivering pussy repeatedly.
"You little white tramp!" Ed snarled at the girl as she writhed in his arms. "You got
what you wanted, and now I'm going to get mine!"
He lowered his mouth to her white breasts and sucked on the hard nipples. He grabbed
the cheeks of her ass and pulled on them violently as his cock rammed in and out of
her slick twat. He felt each of her convulsions as her cunt gripped his cock.
"Oh, Ed, don't accuse me of being a tramp," she sighed as the spasms of her orgasm
shook her whole body. "I don't care if I come when you fuck me. Just having your cock
in me is more than I need to feel satisfied."
Ed stroked his cock deep, in and out, pulling all the way back to the head and then
ramming the full length back ruthlessly. He let go of her ass and grabbed her tits and
squeezed them. He wanted to hurt her just enough so she would enjoy it. He wanted
her to moan from the pain as well as from the lust.
Finally he started to lose control and a gush of hot air escaped from his lungs as her
clutching pussy made him tremble. She made her pussy cling to his prick every time he
lifted up to pull it back.
Michelline was acting on animal instincts as she strained against him, the spasms of her
climax stimulating every cell in her body.
Ed groaned and pressed himself to her and let the girl's cunt suck his cock in as deeply
as possible. He knew he would have to make the girl relax if he was going to come in
her mouth like he wanted to. His climax was stirring in his balls and he fought to
maintain his control over his desire to pump and hump until he drenched her pussy
with a river of his hot come.
Michelline was lost. The room was spinning rapidly as the last of her orgasm crashed
around her. The sensation left her gasping for breath. She had never had a climax last
so long or be as intense in her life. She knew that there wasn't another man on the face
of the earth who could make her come the way he had. All of her education and money
did nothing for her when she compared them to his big throbbing cock as it fucked her
cunt.
She didn't stop when her orgasm ended; she still made her pussy cling to Ed's cock. She
used every ounce of her muscle control to make the walls of her drenched pussy suck
on the organ that was buried deeply in her.
Ed shuddered as he felt the tender walls of her pussy trying to milk the come from his
balls. He knew she was satisfied beyond her wildest dreams. He had her where he
wanted her. He would make her feel like a slut when he was finished coming on her
face and she would rebel. She was white and he wanted her to feel the guilt of her
fathers.
"What are you doing, darling...? " Michelline cooed as she felt the withdrawal of her
lover's cock. She wanted to make him come, sending his jism splashing against the hot
walls of her cunt.
Ed jerked his cock up to her face and shot a load of his hot sticky cum onto her face.
He jerked frantically on the big swollen prick and made spurt after spurt of the sticky
thick fluid splash on her white skin. He felt exhilarated as he watched his strong black
prick twitch and throb as his load dropped. He was certain that the girl would feel
humiliated by his action.
Michelline turned her face away. She had never had anything like this happen to her
before. Never in her sedate life as a good middle-class American had anyone ever pulled
his cock out of her pussy and shot his sperm in her face. It wasn't like she had never
sucked a cock or tasted semen before, she had done both. This was the first time
anyone had pulled out of her quivering cunt to come on her face.
"Why did you do that?" she asked as Ed's cock stopped spilling its load on her cheeks.
Her lips and nose were full of the stuff as well as her hair and eyes. She had never
realized a man could spurt so long and hard.
"Lick your lips and then I'll tell you," Ed sighed and lay down, momentarily exhausted
by his shattering climax.
Michelline did as she was told and sent her tongue twisting across her ruby red lips.
She found the taste of the thick jism slightly salty yet refreshing. She made her tongue
stretch toward her nose and then her chin, finally using her fingers to collect what was
left. She sucked her fingers and then sat up and looked at the naked black man that she
loved.
"Take a good look at yourself, you little slut," Ed laughed as the girl finished sucking
her delicate fingers. "You're white trash!" Ed's chuckle turned to rage as he pushed the
girl off his bed.
"Now get dressed and leave my house!" He stood up, naked, fury leaping from every
inch of his body.
Michelline got to her feet frantically and started to dress. She was scared. She didn't
want to dress or leave, but she knew she had to do whatever Ed wanted if she were ever
to feel his mighty cock throbbing in her pussy again.
"You're a white whore who loves black cock and you might as well get used to it,
bitch," he spat as he watched the girl get into her clothing.
"How can you say these things after I've been so good to you?" Michelline tried to hold
back her tears. "How can you put such little value on my love?"
"Because you're white, bitch!" Ed was sure now that the girl was his. He had her
coming and going; all that was needed was to make her want to do anything to prove
her love and she would become his white whore and get him lots of money and dope.
Michelline felt her own rage building as she finished dressing. "How long are you going
to be a nigger? How long are you going to let this ghetto make you black instead of a
man?" She was trembling when she finished, but she felt better. She didn't care about
herself. She was fighting to win her man.
"You fuckin' white bitch!" Ed shrieked as he reached out and grabbed her. He belted
her full strength on the cheek and knocked her down. "Don't you ever call me a nigger
again!"
The blow startled Michelline and it took her almost a minute to recover. Finally, she
pushed herself up to her feet, the tears flowing freely down her cheek, bathing the sting
of the powerful blow.
"Now get the fuck out of my house!" Ed said. It was hard for him to keep from smiling.
He knew she would be back soon. He watched her leave the room and slam the door
behind her.

* * *

Michelline quickly climbed into the front seat of her car. It was dark and she was in the
heart of the ghetto. She felt relieved as she locked the door behind her and turned on
the ignition and the lights. In the short run from Ed's house she had been certain that
every black man in the ghetto had been peering at her from the dark doorways and
shadowy alleys. She wiped the tears from her eyes before she put the car in gear.
She felt guilt clawing at her. She was in love with a man who was black and had never
had a decent break in his life and, in a weak, impulsive moment, she had called him a
nigger. She was confused as she drove the car through the Filmore district.
She saw the moon shining in the sky as she approached Buena Vista Park, but she was
too confused and depressed to admire the beautiful night.
"Ohhhh... Shit!" She moaned as she took one hand from the wheel and ran it through
her long red hair. "I've got cum on my hair!" She pulled over on a twisting road that
led to the top of the park with its dense undergrowth and fantastic view.
There was a van parked in one of the shadowy nooks near the trees. Michelline parked
the car and turned off the ignition. She took several deep breaths and tried to restore
some calm to her tired body and shocked mind.
She reached in the back seat and opened her purse and took her hair brush out. It was
black and long just like Ed's cock. She ran the brush through her hair and looked out
over the lovely view of the skyline.
As she brushed her hair, she tried to bring the shattered pieces of her life back into
their proper perspective.
She shivered as a stiff breeze started to blow the fog in through her car window. The
low clouds that accompanied the fog covered the bright full moon, casting everything in
dark shadows.
Michelline felt an eerie sensation sweep over her as she thought she heard the sound of
someone moving behind her. She turned to look, then a strange-smelling rag covered
her face and terror struck. She knew immediately it was the full-moon rapist. She
struggled. She held her breath as long as she could, but finally had to gasp for air.
The ether on the rag rendered her unconscious, making her victim number fourteen.


Chapter 8

The dryness in her mouth was the first thing that she noticed when she came to. This
small discomfort was soon replaced by apprehension as the grogginess of the ether wore
off and the growling of a dog from the thick growth behind her made her shiver.
Her hands were bound to two trees, as were her legs. She was spread-eagled, gagged,
and naked.
Everything was totally confused. Her head was still spinning, and the thought of the
argument she had just had with her lover was still in her mind.
She struggled with her bonds until the skin on her wrists and ankles was raw and
chafed. Then she heard the growl.
The sound of the dog came from the undergrowth behind her. She knew that the dog
was big by the sound of its growling. She sobbed into the gag that was biting into her
lips.
John Manning sat on a tree stump in the darkness directly in front of the girl. He was
shielded by the branches of several trees as he watched the girl struggle hopelessly
against her bonds. He could tell she was scared by the intensity and strength she used
to try to free herself.
Michelline cried. Her wrists and ankles ached. Suddenly she resigned herself to her fate
and stood flatfooted on the ground, the cool soil pushing up between her toes.
"Grrrr... Grrrr..."
John watched the girl stop struggling. His cock was already hard and he was sure that
the dog was ready too. He was in need. The girl tied to the tree was his victim; a
woman to be ravished and raped by him and the wild dog who served as the link
between him and the animal world.
Michelline choked, for the first time aware that there was someone other than the dog
near her, guarding and watching. She was trembling with terror and tried anew to
escape from her bondage. She fought desperately, but to no avail. Her wrists and ankles
were so tender that all she could do after a short while was to cry. She wanted to cover
her body; she could feel the piercing eyes from out of the darkness as they moved up
and down her lovely white body.
John stood up and moved slowly toward the girl. He moved carefully, wanting to get as
close to the girl as he could before she saw him. He wanted to surprise her. He wanted
her to be so frightened that, by the time he and the dog started to fuck her, she would
give way to her natural responses and fuck them back in a blind moment of lust.
Michelline heard a twig snap and arched her body to see who or what was moving
around in front of her. She forgot about the dog growling and tried to see the silhouette
approaching her. She wanted to remember as much as possible so that she could tell the
police and hopefully put an end to this madman who had raped so many women in the
last four months.
She tried to push the fear from her mind and concentrate on the figure that approached
her.
John stopped and looked at the lovely body of the girl as the enslaved figure glistened
in the moonlight.
She has really lovely tits, he thought as he pulled the stocking mask over his face. His
lean muscles were taut as he leaped out at the girl.
"Oh, my God!" Michelline screamed into the gag, writhing and twisting against the
ropes.
"Bru!" John called as he stood directly in front of the woman and fondled her firm tits.
The dog's response was instantaneous; it ran from its place in the deep growth and
nipped at the girl's thighs with its long white fangs.
Michelline tried to scream again, but the gag only bit harder into the comers of her
mouth. Her nipples were being handled roughly by the man in front of her while a
large dog nipped and licked her firm womanly loins. The more she struggled, the worse
her ankles and wrists hurt. She was lost.
The dog stopped biting at her legs and its tongue snaked up to her dripping pussy.
John's hands continued to caress and mold the flesh of her tits while the girl wriggled
helplessly, trying to avoid the dog's tongue as it pushed and licked over her cunt.
"I'm the full-moon rapist," John whispered to the girl as he ran his hands down over
her belly and spread the lips of her pussy for the dog.
Michelline trembled at the touch of her tormentor's hands as they pulled open the lips
of her cunt. She was on fire from the clog's tongue as it pushed deeply into her hot
gash.
The dog's tail wagged frantically as he pushed his nose as far as it could up the girl's
cunt while his tongue snaked deeply into her hole.
"Bru – likes you..." John whispered. He could feel his cock as it pushed hard against
the fabric of his dirty pants. He let go of the lips of the girl's pussy and rubbed against
her white thigh. She was his helpless victim and he would abuse her in any way that
pleased him.
Michelline quivered as she felt the rapist's hard cock push against her flesh. Her body
was responding and it made her feel ashamed. Her sexual reflexes were taking control.
Her nipples were hard and her clit was tingling. The dog's reaching tongue and the
rapist's cock were beginning to drive her crazy with desire.
"Why, she's nothing more than a slut, Bru," John whispered to the lapping dog as he
began to use his hands again. He caressed her breasts and nipples while he used his
other hand to mold and grip her ass.
Bru responded to the voice of his master and nipped lightly at her clit. His long pink
tongue licked tirelessly at the girl's swollen and sopping pussy. The dog was hot and it
was easy to see this by the way his back legs twitched and jerked while he licked.
Michelline fought against the desire she was feeling. Her pussy seemed to have a mind
of its own as the dog's tongue licked and nipped at it. She could feel the first tinglings
of an orgasm building.
I'm getting off... on a dog! She shuddered, horrified, as John's hands began to add to
the fire burning in her pussy.
"I'll bet she gives really good head, Bru," John sighed as his cock began to demand
satisfaction. He stopped caressing her body abruptly and walked behind her. He
unzipped his fly.
Michelline was struggling to keep from coming and hardly noticed what John was
doing. The dog's tongue was sending her to places she had never dreamed possible. Her
clit was swollen beyond anything she had ever before experienced.
John's exposed cock was throbbing as he reached around in front of the girl and
grabbed both of her lovely tits and pinched the hard nipples. He slid his prick under
her ass and made contact with the swollen lips of her pussy while the dog continued to
lick and nip at it.
"I'm going to fuck you while the dog eats you out," he whispered into her ear as the
head of his cock pushed into her gash.
Michelline shivered as she felt the searing flesh of his prick push up into her. The entry
was easy. The moisture from the dog's licking, mixed with the cum of her lover made
her cunt well-lubricated. Her body responded instantly to the piercing prick and she
moaned into the gag.
Bru continued to lick and nip at the girl's tender clit while his master pumped into her
pussy from behind. His tail was still wagging frantically and his hind legs shook with
wanton animal lust.
John's breath came fast and hard as tn'fe entire length of his prick pushed into the
velvety snatch. He wanted to take his time and fuck the girJ long and hard, but the heat
of her pussy made it difficult. His pants brushed up against her naked ass as he pumped
his cock as deeply as it would go into her wet cunt.
Michelline was panting as her fear and shame were submerged in the onrushing tide of
an orgasm. Her body trembled and bucked and the ropes bit into her ankles and wrists.
Her clit was being licked by the dog while her rapist fucked her pussy from behind. She
was exploding from the rape and the bestiality.
The dog continued to lick and nip lightly at the girl's tender clit while she trembled and
groaned.
John felt his victim's pussy as it tightened around his cock and sucked at the head. He
pushed and pulled his cock in and out of her cunt with long ruthless strokes while his
hands continued to pinch her tits and nipples.
"Oh, God," Michelline whimpered into her gag as she clenched her fists. Her body
trembled from the orgasm that was sweeping over it. She wished her hands were free so
that she could pet and pull the licking dog's head closer to her swollen pussy.
Her thighs were spread wide apart and her pussy was dripping onto the animal's
tongue. She was churning her hips as much as her bondage would allow. The pounding
cock fucking her from behind felt better than any cock that had ever been in her before.
Her body was on fire while her mind tried to suppress the flames. She was ashamed
that she could have an orgasm while being raped by a dog and a man.
Bru continued to lick at her pussy. Her bucking and grinding made him lap harder.
The dog's tongue swirled over the flesh and plucked at the bloated clit.
Michelline was repulsed again as the feeling of her orgasm vanished and was replaced
by the nagging truth that she was as much of an animal as the dog who was licking her
pussy.
John continued to pump away at the girl's tender pussy from behind. He was consumed
by his own desire and need to shoot his load hotly into her sticky cunt. He felt the
licking and nipping of the dog as its tongue occasionally ran over the length of his
driving prick.
Bru's tongue stayed with the girl as her body thrashed about from the violent thrusts
from behind. The dog's tongue licked and nipped at the soft wet lips of her pussy and
made her tremble again and again even though her orgasm had subsided.
Michelline's pussy was sucking along the shaft that fucked away at her tight slick cunt.
She wanted to whimper and cry out as the cock pushed as deeply as it would go,
banging against the back walls of her twat.
She whimpered into her gag as she felt her rapist buck and slam into her, spewing his
load, filling her pussy with still more of the satiny lubricant.
"I'm coming!" John bellowed as he rammed his cock as deeply as he could into her
pussy. He felt his load splash into the girl and let himself linger for a moment before he
withdrew his cock and put it back in his pants.
The dog continued to lick and sip at the girl's cunt, his tongue snaking rapidly in and
out of the freshly-fucked hole, tasting the new load of jism that its master had just shot
into the girl.
"Well, you little slut, you came," John hissed as he walked back around to the front of
her. He reached out and played with her hard, swollen breasts and nipples while he
watched the dog licking her cunt.
"You had an orgasm while I raped you and the dog licked out your pussy. Now I'm
going to punish you for being a wanton little whore!"
Michelline cringed as she watched her tormentor pull his belt from his pants and
double it up. She was terrified. She tried to wiggle her body so that the rain of blows
she anticipated couldn't be directed to any one spot.
"Grrrr... grrrr..." The dog growled as he pranced around the girl. The large pink shaft of
his cock was exposed well past the hairy sheath.
"Take this, you little slut!" John screamed as he let loose with a mighty blow. He felt his
whole body vibrate as his belt made contact with the girl's creamy thighs.
"Ahhhh..." Michelline cried into her gag as the leather belt bit into the flesh of her
thighs. It was almost more than she could bear. She felt degraded and humiliated
beyond her wildest belief. She cringed as she watched her torturer lift his arm high and
swing the belt with all of his strength. This time the blow landed on the firm flesh of
her ass and she could feel a welt rise instantly.
The dog was howling as the action of his master became more violent. He ran in circles
around the girl, nipping at her flesh.
The tempo of the beating increased. It was impossible for Michelline to hold back the
tears as the leather belt bit into her flesh and made her squirm. The belt hurt, but at the
same time it produced a new pleasure, one she had never before experienced. She was
reveling in the pleasure of agony.
John was becoming sweaty from beating the girl so hard. His cock was hard again from
watching the girl's skin turn bright red each time he landed another blow. He looked
over at the dog and saw how excited the animal was. With a great effort he made
himself stop beating the girl.
"I'm going to make you suck the dog off!" he said harshly. He held the belt menacingly
in front of her face as he talked. "If you try to escape or scream for help, I'll kill you."
Michelline was dazed with fear and apprehension as her tormentor untied one of her
wrists. She knew he would kill her if she resisted. She was totally at his mercy. She tried
to stop the tears and compose herself, but it was no use.
The dog was sitting on his haunches licking his exposed cock and balls. Oh, my God!
This madman is going to make me take that thing in my mouth! She trembled at the
reality of the awful truth.
"You're going to suck on Bru's cock until he comes in your mouth!" John commanded
as he held her free arm securely behind her back and untied the other. He quickly tied
both hands behind her back and then untied one of her ankles. He pushed her to her
knees, quickly binding the girl's feet together.
"If you scream when I take the gag out of your mouth," John said in a menacing voice,
"the dog will rip your throat out."
Michelline was in pain from the beating and she was still securely tied. She knew it was
futile to try to call for help. The park was a lonely place at this time of night, and in the
event no one heard her, she was certain that her rapist would kill her. She resigned
herself to the hideous fate that awaited her. She had no choice except to suck on the
dog's long thin cock until he filled her mouth with a river of hot sticky cum.
The dog sat directly in front of the girl in anticipation of what was about to happen.
Instinctively, he seemed to know that it was his turn to get it on with the girl. His long
thin cock was hard and exposed and pushed away from its furry sheath until his balls
hung out. A drop of heavy yellowish dog juice pushed clear of the head and dripped
onto the ground.
John's lean strong figure slowly untied the gag and grabbed at the girl by her long
lovely hair. He yanked her hard and leered into her face. "I'm warning you... just one
little peep and the dog and I will rip you to shreds."
Michelline whimpered at the pain. The roots of her hair felt like they were being
yanked from her scalp. She had no choice except to give the dog a blowjob.
"Roll over on your back, Bru," John commanded the dog.
The dog responded instantly to his master's voice. He lay on his back and squirmed
vigorously. His long tongue hung from the corner of his mouth and saliva frothed from
his jowls. He was excited and it showed.
The dirt was soft and wet on Michelline's knees. She was scared as her rapist pulled
hard on her hair and forced her face down to the dog's crotch. She saw the excited
overflow from the animal's balls as she saw the long pink shaft loom closer to her lips.
She turned her head away from the dog's prick at the last instant.
"Why, you little slut..." John slapped her hard with his free hand. "You're going to suck
the dog off and swallow his cum!"
Michelline felt her cheek tingle with pain. Her tormentor's free hand pushed her mouth
closer to the dog's cock while he increased the pressure on her hair. This time the dog's
prick touched her lips.
"I said, suck the dog's cock or I'll kill you!" John's voice was filled with rage as he
spoke. He and the dog both demanded satisfaction and he was going to make sure it
was delivered.
"Owoooo... Owoooo..." the dog whimpered. His legs kicked and twitched as he jerked
uncontrollably.
Michelline's mouth was pried open by her torturer and the dog's cock quickly found its
mark.
She felt the dogcock push over her lips and tongue. It was warm and pulsing.
"That's better," John crooned as he watched the animal's cock dip deeply into the girl's
sucking mouth. He used his free hand to play with her pussy and clit, reaching under
her ass while he pulled violently on her hair.
The dog bucked up and down rapidly while the girl sucked. His long pink tool worked
frantically between her lips. His hind legs thrashed about as his instincts drove him
toward a climax.
Michelline was surprised at the length of the animal's cock as it pushed in and out of
her mouth and brushed against the back of her throat. The fur on its shaft brushed up
against her lips and she could feel the bucking cock swell more and more as it drew
close to an orgasm.
"How do you like giving a dog a blowjob?" John laughed as his fingers plunged deeply
into her steaming cunt. He was determined to make her come and add to her
humiliation. He wanted her to be totally degraded when he left her helpless and naked.
"Ahhh... Ahhhhh..." Michelline moaned as she felt the fingers spread the lips of her
pussy and sink in. Her clit was hard and vibrated at the touch. Instinctively she used
her tongue to lick the dog's cock from the tip to its balls. The fingers in her pussy were
driving her on toward a climax and there was nothing she could do to stop it.
"Suck on the dog's balls," John commanded as he pulled her up by her hair. His free
hand still manipulated the girl's tender young pussy and clit. He used his thumb to
push against her asshole.
"Owooooo... Owooooo..." The dog howled as the girl's lips were jerked from his pulsing
shaft. He was panting hard and his long tongue hung on the ground. The animal was
completely mesmerized by the girl's willing lips.
Michelline did as she was told and took both of the dog's balls into her mouth. She
sucked on them fervently, not wanting to feel the sting of her rapist's strong hands
again. The hurt she felt with him pulling on her hair was enough to remind her of how
strong he really was.
The pungent odor of the dog made her shiver. It seemed like a nightmare, but she
really was giving head to a dog. She trembled as she realized that it would only be a
short time before the animal dropped its hot sticky load into her mouth.
She wanted to moan with lust as the rapist's fingers continued to push in and out of her
cunt and stimulate her clit. But she fought the urge. She continued to suck on the
whining dog's balls.
"That's much better." John watched the girl's sucking mouth work on the dog. He
pushed hard with his thumb as he penetrated the girl's asshole. He could feel his fingers
and his thumb as they rubbed against each other through the thin membrane that
separated the two holes.
The dog was whimpering as the girl sucked on his balls. The animal gave itself over
completely to the pleasure it was being given. Bru's legs jerked uncontrollably as spasm
after spasm of pleasure swept over his body.
"Now, take the dog's cock back in your mouth," John ordered as he watched the dog
writhe and tremble. He used his fingers vigorously while he pulled the girl's hair and
lifted her head from the animal's balls. He felt his own cock straining at his pants again.
His own animal lust was rushing through his body.
Michelline reacted quickly and let her lips fall to the dog's throbbing cock. She sucked
it and felt the animal's balls bounce against her chin as she took the full length between
her satiny lips. She closed her eyes and made believe she was licking and sucking on
her black lover's long ebony cock.
The dog jerked and humped wildly as it drew closer to a climax. Its eyes rolled back
and rivers of saliva dripped from its mouth onto the ground. The huge dog trembled
and jerked in the moist dirt, his cock pushing the entire length between Michelline's
sucking lips.
John felt the girl's cunt growing wetter and wetter, and he knew that the girl was
getting ready to have another orgasm. He let go of her hair and used his hand to fondle
her tits and nipples. He was certain that she wouldn't scream or try to escape.
Oh, my God, I'm getting ready to come again, Michelline thought as the pressure of
her tormentor's probing fingers sent her reeling toward a shattering moment of bliss.
The dog's cock was hot between her lips and she found herself once again wondering
what his hot explosion of cum would taste like.
"Owoooo... owoooo... owoooo..." The dog howled wildly. He bucked and jerked more
violently than ever as the hot jism pushed up from the depths of his churning balls. His
hind legs thrashed about and scratched the girl on the cheek.
John watched as the dog's come began to trickle from the girl's mouth. He pinched her
already abused tits as hard as he could while his fingers pushed in and out of her pussy
and asshole. His hard-on was jerking uncontrollably. He was mad with lust. The demon
that controlled his mind and soul demanded that his depravity be complete and all
consuming. He felt the girl's pussy quiver and tighten on his fingers.
Michelline sucked and swallowed at the hot splashes of dog sperm that exploded in her
mouth. It was warm and salty to her taste and slid easily down her throat. Oh, Jesus,
I'm really doing it... I'm drinking dogcum!


Chapter 9

The dog lay exhausted for the moment as its last drop of jism pushed from its softening
cock. He stopped the wild humping and let his tongue fall from his mouth.
John slowly withdrew his fingers from the girl's pussy and asshole. He stopped playing
with her tits and nipples and used both of his hands to grab her by the hair.
Michelline cried out openly as the dog's cock slid from her lips. She was so hot she
thought she would explode. She was on the verge of an orgasm when her rapist had
pulled his fingers from her gaping cunt and asshole. The roughness with which he
pulled her up from the dog hurt less than the awful truth – she had just sucked off an
animal and swallowed his load!
The dog rolled over and got to his feet. He used his long pink tongue to lick at the
girl's face. His tail was wagging happily and he pranced around like a show horse.
"Bru..." John commanded as he pulled the gag from his pocket and shoved it back into
the girl's mouth. He tied it so she couldn't talk.
The dog responded to its master's voice instantly. It lay on the ground and growled
directly in front of the kneeling and terrified girl, viciously displaying the full strength
of its jaws and long sharp teeth.
Michelline choked on the gag and felt the tears as they streamed down her face. Her
arms were tied behind her and her feet were re tied to the base of the two trees so that
her knees were wide apart as she knelt on the ground. Her pussy was dripping wet and
she felt the compelling need for an orgasm.
John walked around in front of his helpless victim and stood next to the dog. He felt
power surging through his entire body. He was in complete command of the situation
and held total dominance over the trembling, aching girl.
"Do you know what I'm going to do to you now?" He leered obscenely. His lips formed
a snarl as he talked and his cock pushed out against the fabric of his dirty pants.
Michelline shook her head from side to side.
"I'm going to fuck you in the ass!" John laughed as he ran his hands over his cock.
Michelline strained at her bonds again. She felt the ropes biting cruelly into her wrists
and ankles. She wanted to cry out, but the gag still stopped her. She couldn't believe
that her torturer was not yet finished with her.
Bru leaped to his feet and circled the girl. He stepped behind her and ran his long cold
nose under her ass. His snout touched her burning pussy. The animal let his tongue
snake across the skin and into the gaping hole.
Michelline trembled as the dog's long pink tongue pushed into her pussy. She had
almost had an orgasm while she was sucking the beast off and John's fingers were
moving in and out of her cunt and asshole.
"Ahhhhh... Ahhhhh..." She moaned, for the moment forgetting how dangerous her
predicament was.
"You like the dog's tongue." John smiled as he lifted the girl's face by the chin. "Why,
you little slut, you even liked the taste of his cock and jism."
Michelline tried to shake her head from side to side. The dog's tongue was working her
toward a dramatic climax as it rubbed over her swollen lips and clit before it ran in and
out of her hot wet pussy. She tried mightily to detach herself, to deny that a dog could
make her have an orgasm.
The dog continued to lap away frantically at the girl's exposed pussy and asshole. Pure
instinct drove the animal on. His tongue moved in and out and over every sensitive
inch of her flesh.
"Don't lie to me!" John hissed as he watched the girl begin to quiver. He slapped her
hard on the cheek with his free hand. "I can see the dog is about to make you come.
You're an animal lover. You're a little slut who-likes to suck on dog's cocks and suck
them dry!"
Michelline trembled. She was ashamed and frightened, but neither emotion could keep
her from having the orgasm that was about to sweep over her body.
The dog felt the girl's cunt start to quiver and increased the pace of his lapping. The
dog pushed his tongue as deeply as it would go into her pussy and pushed his cold nose
against the girl's asshole.
"Come, bitch, come!" John screamed as he watched the girl tremble and twist. He let go
of her head and reached down for her pert tits. He took them firmly in his hands and
squeezed them as hard as he could. He wanted to make the girl scream with pleasure
and pain simultaneously. He felt his own cock jerk as the large taut nipples pushed
hard against his palms and the girl tried to fall forward.
Michelline gasped into her gag. Her whole body was on fire. Her pussy was contracting
in sexual bliss as it tried to tighten around the dog's probing tongue. She felt a gush of
her own hot discharge trickling down the searing walls of her pussy and drip slowly out
onto the animal's tongue. Her body trembled in the shattering bliss of a gigantic
orgasm. She forgot everything for an instant. She forgot that she was being raped and
that it was a dog that was making her body respond so sensuously.
"Bru..." John called the dog.
The animal stopped eating the girl's cunt and returned to his master's side and lay at
his feet.
"Would you like to marry this tramp?" he asked the dog.
"Owooo... Owooooo..." The dog bayed in response.
"Would you like to marry my friend?" John smiled as he turned to the girl. "He has
such a long tongue and big cock that I'm sure you'll be very happy with him."
The question brought Michelline back to the instant realization of her situation, the
effects of her shattering orgasm were subsiding. She was aware of the fact that a dog
had just licked her pussy until she came. She trembled violently as she suddenly
remembered that her rapist had also said that he was going to fuck her in the ass.
John walked back behind the girl and examined the perfect cheeks of her ass. He
reached out and touched them, using both of his hands to caress and mold them. He
pulled the cheeks apart and gazed at the girl's puckering anus and inserted his middle
finger.
"Your asshole is so tight," John sighed as he wiggled his finger in and out of the orifice.
Michelline groaned and whimpered. She was trembling with fear and apprehension.
There was nothing she could do except submit to the whims of her rapist.
Her body began to respond once again to the perverse desires of the full-moon rapist.
Her cunt was still hot and dripping. Her asshole was well-lubricated from the lapping
tongue of the dog, making it easy for the probing finger to twist and turn.
The dog was groveling on the ground in front of the girl and instantly started to howl
as Michelline became excited. The animal jumped up and ran around her and his lust
driven master before crawling under her stomach and licking at her cunt.
Michelline felt the animal as it crawled under her belly. His furry body rubbed over her
creamy flesh until his nose was directly in front of her pussy. The gyrating ringer in her
asshole made her push her hot cunt forward to meet the dog's long, lapping tongue.
Oh, my God! The dog's tongue is driving me crazy!
"You little slut. I'm going to punish you for your wanton display of desire!" John pulled
his finger from the girl's ass. He lifted his hand high over his head and swung with all
of his might. The flat of his hand landed firmly on her round ass-cheek with a
resounding crack.
"Ahhhh..." Michelline moaned into the gag. She was wild with fear and anticipation as
the dog continued to lick away on her burning pussy. Another brutal blow fell on her
ass.
"Your ass is turning a bright red," John leered as he spanked her again and again,
sending piercing pains through her ass. "You need this, you and every woman in the
world. You're all alike. All of you love to be fucked by a dog!"
He whipped her again and again, making her twist and writhe, trying to move her ass
and avoid his slapping hand. He was getting even more excited as he watched her firm
round ass. He was going to sink his cock into her puckered asshole.
The dog licked away on her pussy as the beating continued. The animal nipped at the
girl's tender clit with his sharp teeth. He was on his back again, under the woman's
belly as she leaned forward, her face flat on the ground while her tits brushed over the
dog's belly.
Michelline whimpered. Her ass hurt from the beating. Her wrists and ankles were sore
from her aching position. The ropes held her firmly in her helpless position.
John could tell by the way the girl was moving her ass that the combination of the
dog's tongue and his spanking hand were filling her with lust.
"You're a tramp... you like anything that has to do with sex!"
Her pussy began to tremble and quake from the dog's licking. She moaned and twisted
as the spanking turned into a pleasurable sensation. She shuddered as she felt her cunt
drool juice into the dog's upturned mouth. Her tits ground against the animal's belly.
She was on fire and she was ashamed as she realized that she really wanted her rapist to
fuck her in the ass.
"Now you're going to get it... I'm going to fuck you in the ass!" John was insane with
lust as he unzipped his fly and took his hard cock from his pants.
The dog continued to lick and nip at the girl's pussy and clit as his master started to get
ready to fuck her. The dripping from the woman's cunt drove the animal on. His hind
legs thumped and twisted and scratched at her tender skin.
John gripped the girl's ass again with his strong hands. His fingers slipped into her
open asshole and his thumb into her burning cunt. He moved them so that they rubbed
together inside her body, making her moan and sigh. He knew she was hot.
Michelline was overcome by the passion that raced over her. The dog was still tonguing
her cunt in conjunction with her tormentor's fingers.
John mounted the girl from behind. He roughly jabbed his cock into her pussy, getting
it good and moist with her dripping juices. He pulled it out soaking wet. He parted the
cheeks of her ass and pressed it against her asshole. He heard her try to scream, but her
ass-cheeks were open and he penetrated her rectum easily.
Michelline pushed her ass back hard against the reaming cock. The dog was still licking
her cunt and she thought she would faint from the intensity of the passion that was
building within her.
"Owoooo... Owooooo..." The dog began howling as his master's balls bumped into his
chin. The animal continued to lick and nip at the girl's pussy. The taste of her womanly
desire drove him on.
John pounded his hips hard against the girl's inflamed ass. He fucked her ruthlessly,
pushing his cock in as deeply as he could, and then pulling it out as far as he could
before ramming it home again. Her asshole was open wide to him and he used it to his
full advantage.
Michelline gave herself over completely to the moment. The pounding cock in her ass
and the lapping tongue of the dog were driving her toward another resounding orgasm.
The sting of the ropes and the hurt of the spanking she had endured had only added to
her lust. She whimpered and moaned as the dog's tongue snaked deeply into her cunt.
John felt the sperm trying to push from his balls and he strained to keep from coming
too quickly. The girl's ass was open, but still tight. It was like a hot sheath.
The dog increased his pace to match that of his master's pounding prick. The animal
pushed its mouth forward to keep in constant contact with her steaming twat.
Michelline was on fire. The reaming cock made her buck back to meet each pounding
stroke.
She didn't care. Her morals collapsed as the first waves of a new and even more
shattering orgasm burst over her. She gave herself over to the feeling produced by the
dog's tongue in her cunt and the stroking cock in her ass. She was coming, and she
wanted to yell and scream, but couldn't. The gag would only let stifled groans escape.
John could feel the dog's tongue rubbing against his cock as he lunged in and out of
her tight asshole. He knew she was coming by the convulsions of her body.
"I'm going to shoot my load into your ass!" he bellowed as the first rush of his own
jism shot from his cock into the warm recesses of her bowels.
Michelline felt the last deep lunge of her rapist as his sperm spurted into her asshole
and intensified the level of her orgasm. The slippery hot rush of his fluid made her
shiver and groan. She was trembling from head to toe. She gave herself over to the
pleasures of the flesh and forgot for the instant that she was being degraded and
humiliated by a dog and a madman.
"Ahhhh... Ahhhh..." John groaned mightily as his sperm pushed from the depths of his
balls and coated the girl's tight asshole. He trembled and shivered as his cock jerked
and splashed stream after stream of jism into the girl.
The dog licked and nipped as hard as he could. The jerking and grinding of the people
made him react with all of his animal instincts.
Michelline's orgasm subsided and she felt all the strain and guilt of her rape. She was
trembling violently, not from fear but from disgust with her own reactions.
She felt the cock pull from her asshole.
John pushed his prick back in his pants and smacked the girl's ass. His orgasm had
been good and had drained all the passion from him.
"You little slut... I should kill you for making me come too fast!"
The hopelessness of her situation again descended on Michelline. She was still tied. If
her rapist decided to kill her there, there was nothing she could do about it.
"Bru..."
The animal responded and crawled out from under the girl's belly. He ran around the
two people then stopped where his master stood, behind the girl. He ran his tongue
into the girl's freshly-fucked ass and licked at the cum that trickled out.
"I'm going to leave you tied the way you are," John said softly as he grabbed the girl by
the hair. "If you're lucky, someone will find you in a few days. If you're not, you'll
starve."
Michelline trembled. She was on the verge of a breakdown. She screamed mentally. The
dog's tongue was licking her well-reamed asshole and making it hard for her to think
clearly.
"Come on, Bru," John called as he walked away into the dark.
The dog lifted his head from the girl's ass and ran his tongue over his snout. He circled
the girl, then followed his master out to the van, leaving Michelline to weep silently and
alone in the dark.


Chapter 10

"Coffee, gentlemen?" Kimberly Jones asked.
Jim McKean and Danny Gold were sitting in the luxury of her inner office. Both of the
men were there to talk about the same thing, the full-moon rapist. She knew that the
session was going to be tense and she was trying to make things as informal as possible.
"Yes, black," Danny answered. "The same," Jim echoed.
Kimberly poured the coffee and carried it over to them. She knew and loved Jim. She
had sided with him in the argument with the reporter, not only because of her love for
him, but also because she truly believed that if the full details of the full-moon rapes
were made public, the women who had so far been the helpless victims would never be
the same. Their lives would be ruined by the exposure of the fact that they had been
raped, not only by a madman, but by a wild beast as well.
"Danny, do you realize the results your story may produce on the lives of the women
who have been raped?" Kimberly's voice was probing; she could see the reporter squirm
as he listened to her.
"Yes... I understand the horrible shock of such a humiliation." Danny's eyes looked
deeply into those of the woman he was addressing. She was lovely and intelligent, older
and more womanly than his young wife.
"But I think the only way we're going to catch this maniac is to tell the public
everything about the crimes."
"We've worked together before, Danny," Jim said, shaking his head. "I just don't
understand why you want to be so unreasonable... This case will never be broken if the
full thing hits the press. It will be like the Zodiac case. It'll start a panic and every nut
in the state will be sending notes to us confessing for the notoriety. I think you're just
finally getting ready to sell out and become one more low scoop reporter."
"Why, you asshole!" Danny forgot for the briefest instant that Dr. Jones was a woman,
and he blushed, not just from shame, but for his display of impudence.
"Gentlemen, please..." Kimberly's voice was soothing. "We aren't going to settle
anything by making each other angry."
"Kimberly, this yo-yo isn't going to listen to reason. He doesn't want anything except
fame and fortune, and he doesn't care how many lives he ruins to get it." Jim was
furious. He had spent all day arguing with the hard-headed reporter, and had finally
asked him to come talk to Kimberly as a last effort to keep him from printing the full
story about the full-moon rapist.
"Jim, you're only making things harder," Kimberly whispered to the big cop. She felt
sorry for the reporter, but she knew Jim was right. If the full story got into print, the
women involved would never be the same.
"Why don't you go wait outside and let me reason with Danny. It's plain to me that the
two of you are going to be too emotional for any sort of rational thought as long as
you're in the same room."
"It really won't do any good, Dr. Jones. My mind is made up." Danny's voice was hard,
accenting the firmness of his commitment to exposing the full story.
"This guy is hopeless, Kim," Jim groaned as he walked toward the door. "But if anyone
can persuade him, it's you. I've got some work to do. This is the last night of the full
moon and there's only a few hours left before the sun goes down. I want to catch this
creep tonight. I want this sickie so bad there isn't anything I wouldn't do to get him."
"Can't the story wait until at least after tonight?" Kimberly asked. "It's possible that
he'll get caught..."
Kimberly's question stopped Jim in his tracks.
"Okay, okay. I'll wait until at least tomorrow before I file my story," Danny muttered.
He knew he was going to have to be careful around this woman. She was too logical
and persuasive.
"Good, then you can go with me tonight," Big Jim said. "I'll be back for you in about
an hour. Kim will give you the profile on this sickie. Sorry about the emotional
outburst, old buddy, but you know how I am when I get worked up."
"Sure, I understand. I feel the same pressure. I want to get this clown, too. We just see
the thing differently." Danny gladly accepted his old friend's apology.
"That's more like it. You guys have been friends too long to fight." Kimberly smiled at
Jim as he stood in the doorway. "I'll see you in about an hour then."
"See you all in about an hour." Jim left the office.
Kimberly looked at Danny. His physique was strong, as hard-looking as Jim's. She sat
up and crossed her legs. She was sitting on her desk and the motion revealed the entire
length of her thigh for just the briefest instant.
It was impossible for Danny not to notice the glistening pinkness of the woman's pussy.
She doesn't wear any panties! Danny felt his cock twitch. He hadn't been home to see
his lovely wife for the past two days and he was getting very horny. The sight of the
doctor's cunt was only a short glimpse, but it was enough to make him want to see it
again.
Kimberly knew that Danny was married to a girl almost ten years younger than
himself, and she also knew his reputation as a stud. The stories of his escapades were
almost a legend in the North Beach bars and cafes. "Your wife must be some woman,"
she said bluntly as she shifted her hips on the desk. She had a strong sensual sensation
building in her twat. This man excited her and she felt no shame in showing it.
"My wife is a little young, but she learns quickly." Danny smiled. He wasn't sure just
what the doctor was up to, but he had nothing against women. He hadn't had a strange
piece since he had been married a month before, and if the doctor was loose enough to
give him a little he wasn't going to turn it down. It might be a long time before he got
home to see his wife. He eyed the lovely doctor's tits. The nipples stood hard and firm
against the fabric of her dress.
"I've heard tell from more than one lady that you're an excellent lover," Kimberly
whispered, slowly uncrossing her legs again and rising from the desk. She walked across
the room to her couch. She was trying to be as seductive as possible. She was hot, she
was a liberated woman, and she was used to getting what she wanted when she wanted
it.
Danny enjoyed the long, tempting glimpse the woman so blatantly allowed him. He
watched her as she crossed the room to her couch. His cock was stirring and he felt the
craving for pussy gnaw at him.
"Well, I'm glad to hear that someone – likes me," he said with a shrug. He knew the
woman was either trying to make him or trap him into not printing the rape story at
all. He had to go slowly and make sure that if he made a move it would get the proper
results.
Kimberly turned abruptly and looked at the man she wanted to seduce. Most of her life
she had spent helping other people with their problems. Now she wanted some help
with her own. She needed a man and would settle for nothing else. She spread her legs
until the material of her dress pulled tightly across her thighs. She stood with her hands
brazenly on her hips, striking a hungry pose.
"You're definitely the best-looking doctor I've ever seen," Danny said as he got out of
his chair and walked over to the woman. He boldly reached out and caressed her tits
through the fabric of her dress.
"You're certainly daring," Kimberly cooed as her nipples got hard.
"And you're either a tease, or so horny that you don't care who fucks your brains out."
Danny's breath was hot on her neck as he pushed her back on the couch.
"That's it," Kimberly moaned as she felt her dress ride up over her thighs. She was on
fire and wanted to feel Danny's cock push in and out of her pussy.
Danny ran his hand over the woman's creamy thighs. He felt his cock straining to get
free from his pants. He let his finger rove over the girl's flat belly and up to her tits. His
mouth fell on hers and their tongues twisted in a long passionate embrace.
"Ohhh..." Kimberly moaned as she broke the kiss and felt his hands cupping her firm
tits. All of her life she had worked hard and studied to get to her present status. 
She felt she deserved the best in life. She wriggled about under Danny's probing hands,
determined to get what she wanted.
The blazing heat of her flesh made it easy to forget all the immediate problems that
were causing Danny so much grief.
"I need you," he whispered as he bent his head and snaked his tongue up and down
over the swelling orbs. He pulled lightly on the erect nipples.
"Let's get out of these clothes," he said as he pushed himself away from the woman and
pulled off his shoes.
Kimberly watched as the reporter undressed. She kicked her own shoes off and slithered
from her dress. Her body was burning and she ran her finger lightly over her tits as she
waited for him.
Danny's eyes feasted on the woman's flesh as she lay back down on the leather couch.
He undressed hurriedly; his cock was standing erect and hard as he climbed onto the
couch next to the woman. He bent his head to her lips and kissed her passionately as
their bodies touched.
Kimberly broke off the kiss and pushed Danny back on the couch. She ran her tongue
up his neck and purred softly into his ear.
"I need to have you fuck me... I need to feel your cock pumping in and out of my hot
pussy."
Danny moaned as he let the saucy woman take the dominant role for a moment.
"What would your wife say if she knew you were going to fuck another woman?" She
laughed as she boldly reached over and touched Danny's hardening cock.
"She'd be jealous..." he groaned as the woman's long, soft fingers closed around his
hardening shaft. He knew that the woman was going to be an incredible fuck. She was
on fire and needed some cock.
Kimberly looked directly into his eyes and then lowered her head to the cock she was
holding in her hand. She blew hotly on the head before she locked her lips around the
swollen shaft. With slow, deliberate motions she ran her tongue all around the pulsing
knob and ran her hands over his belly, trailing downward until she cupped his balls.
"Oh, shit... I love your mouth and hands! Give me a blow job...! " Danny whimpered as
he pushed and pulled on the woman's firm tits.
Kimberly wiggled her body until she was able to push her burning cunt against
Danny's thigh. She ground her pussy on his leg while she lowered her mouth further
along the reporter's long strong cock. The erotic sensation in her body was increasing.
"You suck like a professional whore," Danny sighed as the woman's willing mouth
caressed his throbbing cock. He let his hands trail over her lovely back until they came
to rest on her round fleshy ass.
Kimberly responded to the tingling caresses by taking the full length of Danny's prick
into her mouth. She used her teeth to nip lightly on the head. She sucked his cock until
it hit the back of her throat. She twisted her mouth back and forth over the pulsing
head until Danny moaned.
"You're such a hot bitch," he whispered as he looked down across the sucking girl's
back and over the wide expanse of her hips. He trembled as he felt the girl's tits
pushing against his thigh.
"You're a fucking tramp," he said teasingly as he used his hands to pinch and caress the
woman's body.
"Yes, I'm a bitch in heat..." she answered as she sensuously pulled her hot body over
his. She needed to feel his throbbing prick as it pounded in and out of her trembling
pussy. She liked the way his cock tasted. The strong salty taste lingered on her lips,
making her burn with desire. She knew the only way for her to be satisfied was to feel a
long hard cock burning in her tender cunt.
Danny pulled the woman next to him and locked his lips on hers, sending his tongue
between her lips and wrapping it around hers until she was gasping in his arms. His
hands worked over the length of her body, molding her hot flesh. He squeezed her hard
nipples between his fingers until she twisted and writhed against him. He felt her
pushing her hot cunt against his body.
"Kimberly," he whispered as his fingers moved down over her belly and dipped into her
tight pussy.
"Oh, yes... finger-fuck me! Use your hand to make me want your cock!" She moaned as
she thrust her pussy back and forth along the pumping fingers.
This woman was the first strange piece of ass Danny had gotten since his wedding. His
body trembled with lust and his cock jerked. He pushed his fingers as deeply as he
could into the big-titted doctor's pussy.
"You're one hot mama," he said hotly as he lowered his mouth to her swollen nipples
and sucked.
"And you're one fucking stud..." Kimberly groaned, grabbing Danny's rock-hard cock.
She needed it in her burning pussy.
"Tell me how you like it." Danny wanted to please her. He knew she was ready for his
cock by the way she wriggled underneath him.
"Give me your cock... I need it in my burning pussy." Kimberly was out of her head
with desire. She spread her legs open as wide as she could. Her pussy was making a
sucking noise as his lingers plunged in and out.
Danny withdrew his ringer from her pussy and knelt between her legs. He used his
hands to push his cock over her pussy, rubbing it over her hot clit in an effort to make
the woman need him more than she had ever needed another man. That was his secret
with women... he made them need his cock so much more than they ever needed
another.
"Please, give it to me... yes, I want it now!" Kimberly whimpered as she heaved her hips
up at his teasing prick. She wanted to feel it push into her, filling her steaming twat
until the ache disappeared.
Danny grabbed the woman by the hips and pushed his cock forward until it touched
the lips of her cunt. He felt her cunt open to him, and he trembled as the head of his
cock entered the warmth of her pussy. He knew that he was in complete command now
and drove ruthlessly as his cock slid deeper into her.
"Ohhh... fuck the piss out of me!" Kimberly moaned as she bucked up to meet the
pounding cock as it slammed to the back of her pussy. She used the muscles in her
stomach to tighten around the head of his cock. Her warm wet cunt was like a fleshy
sheath around his prick.
Kimberly was totally helpless. Danny's pounding cock made her forget everything. He
was as good as his reputation. It felt good to have him inside her pussy, and she knew
he could hold his own climax until she was ready for him. She felt good about the way
this whole thing had happened. It was so different from her thing with Jim. This was
just good clean sex with no real emotional involvement. It was so different from love.
Danny's cock pumped repeatedly into her twat. He rubbed his pelvis over her clit and
made her tremble.
"Yes, your cock feels so good! It makes me feel like a hot bitch!" Kimberly blew hotly
into his ear as she spoke. Her breath came in pants and gasps, in rhythm with the
pounding prick that was humping her toward an orgasm.
Danny moved his hands down along her body and grasped the cheeks of her ass. He
pulled her up roughly to him, rubbing his chest over her tits, making her nipples grind
against him.
"Danny!" the woman moaned as she felt her cunt start to tremble with the first spasms
of ultimate pleasure. She knew she would explode as soon as he started to come deep
inside of her. Her body was on fire and she hugged him tightly.
"You're such a hot bitch..." Danny sighed. He was fucking her hard and she was doing
the same to him.
"You make me such a hot woman... you make me feel like a slut..." Kimberly was
talking in sharp breaths between gasps of pleasure. She was on the verge of a climax
and every part of her body struggled to achieve that goal.
"I'm coming!" Danny groaned as he lowered his head to the woman's hard nipples.
"Oh, yes! Shoot your hot load into me! Your cock is so good... don't stop...! I need to
feel your fucking sperm!" She couldn't control herself any longer.
"I can't hold back any longer!" Danny shouted as his semen splashed from his cock in
rivers of hot lust. For an instant everything was one big orgasm.
The two of them lay gasping and panting in each other's arms as the pleasures of the
flesh pushed all else from their minds. They were able to forget for an instant the full
moon and the rapist and all the other troubles of the world.
Kimberly felt the shattering effects of her orgasm lessen and instantly remembered the
necessity for convincing the reporter to keep from printing the story. She felt his cock
soften and slip from her cunt.
Danny sensed the instant change in the woman's attitude. The animal needs of her
body had lessened and she was once again alert and ready.
"Danny, I don't want you to think that I used my sex to influence you about the story."
"I know you wouldn't do anything like that," Danny said and started to dress; he was
already feeling guilty. Kimberly had been the first woman he had fucked since being
married.
"I'm glad to hear that," Kimberly said as she stood up and slipped her dress back over
her head. The sex the two of them had had was so spontaneous and natural that she
was certain that Danny believed her.
"I've told Jim what I think about this case, but he thinks I'm wrong." She spoke as she
sat down on the couch and watched Danny finish dressing. "I'm certain that the person
we're dealing with thinks he's a werewolf and during the full moon he brings the dog
into the city from somewhere outside the city. I'm so sure I'm right that I'd bet my
degree on it."
Danny listened to the woman as he tied his shoelaces. What she was saying could very
well be true. It made more sense than any other theory he had heard to date.
"But what does that have to do with my printing the facts about this case? Don't you
think that it would be beneficial for the public to know exactly what they're up against?
This wouldn't be the first time that a citizen helped solve a crime." Danny was filled
with passion as he spoke. He stood tall and erect as he finished dressing. It was easy to
see that he was convinced he was right.
"Don't you have any feeling for the women involved in this horrible thing?" Kimberly
was as passionate as the reporter. "Don't you think their lives might be ruined because
of your story?" She was becoming angry and it showed in her face.
"Listen, Dr. Jones..." Danny's voice was hard as he turned to look at the accusing
woman. He stared straight into her eyes. "In this life each of us has to make up our
own minds about some very unpleasant things. We choose the path we do mostly
because of our consciences. I've thought long and hard about what I have to do and I'm
going to do it!"
Kimberly sat and listened, frustrated. She understood what he was saying, but all of her
training and long experience compelled her to disagree vehemently. She searched her
mind for a way to refute what he had said.
"Okay, Danny," she finally whispered. "You promised to wait until tomorrow before
submitting your story with all the gory and disgusting details. But while you wait, I
want you to think about just one thing. How would you feel if it had been your wife
who had been raped by a man... and a beast?"


Chapter 11

"It won't be long now, Bru," John whispered to the dog in the back of the van as he
looked out the front window at the setting sun. It was the last night of the full moon
and he could already feel the lust stirring deep within him.
The dog growled and licked his front paws as he lay quietly waiting for the evening and
the moon.
The sun was bright and orange as it set over the city. He felt the night creeping over
everything and shivered. He didn't want to be like he was. It was now, during the
twilight, that he suffered the most. It was during the twilight that he was able to reason
with the demon that possessed him. It was at this time that he was most vulnerable to
the memory of the suffering of his victims.
He gripped the steering wheel tightly and gritted his teeth as the faces of his last two
victims flashed before him. The young high-school girl and the social worker had both
been helplessly abducted by him and brutally raped by the light of the full moon.
He flinched as he remembered the terror he had seen in their eyes as he forced them to
submit to both his whims and those of the dog's.
"I want to be normal," he said to himself. "Please, if there is a God in heaven, set me
free of what I've become." Then he felt the last reason in his mind give itself over
completely to the image of the wolf.
The dog sensed the change that was taking place and crawled across the floor of the
van. He growled and nipped at the cuff of his master's pants. It was time to get ready,
to stalk still another victim.
"You can feel it, too," John whispered to the dog as he reached down and patted him on
the head. He reached across the front seat and picked up the morning section of the
newspaper. There, in large black type, was a headline that screamed of his depraved
acts.
FULL MOON RAPIST STRIKES AGAIN
The article took up two columns of the front page and warned the women of the
community to stay indoors and not to leave their homes at night unless they were
accompanied by their husbands or another male escort. The story told of the savage
rape in Buena Vista Park, but said nothing of the dog.
"They never say anything about you, Bru," John spat in disgust as he threw the paper
back down on the seat beside him.
Bru growled, as if he understood what his master had said.
It was getting dark and a light mist was rolling off the Bay. The fact that his mode of
committing rapes was well known was starting to bother him. He shifted his weight and
bit his hp lightly. He reached out and petted the dog lovingly.
The dog responded by licking his master's hand. He wagged his tail in anticipation of
the evening's adventure.
"We need each other..." John said.
Again the thought of the women he had raped during the previous three full-moon
cycles and the first two nights of the present one flashed in front of him. Instinctively
he sent his tongue out over his lips and breathed heavily. He wanted to degrade and
fuck women with his dog. Make the beast come out of every woman – just as his
mother had done so long ago.
The thought of the gypsy's lovely face and sexy body made him tremble with fear and
rage. It was all he could do to keep from jumping from the van and brutalizing the first
woman he saw on a public street. The gypsy gave him as much pain as the demon who
lived in his tortured soul.
Instinctively he started the car and pulled out from the sid,e street where he had
parked. He pulled into the flow of traffic on Waller Street and headed out to Golden
Gate Park. He had found over half of his victims in this large park built by the ocean.
"The park will be well staked out..." he said to himself as he turned on the headlights of
the vehicle. He couldn't see the moon, but he could feel it and was certain that the dog
did, too. The moon made him hunt like a wolf for his prey, and his intuition told him
that the park wasn't safe.
John turned the van into the parking lot of a drive-in restaurant. He turned the engine
off and killed the lights while he thought.
He felt uneasy about the way the newspapers had been handling the story and was
certain that the park would be thick with cops. He considered the other sections of the
city for a moment. Fisherman's Wharf, The Mission, Castro Valley; they were all rich
with good-looking women, but they were thickly populated neighborhoods where it
would be extremely difficult to stalk and capture a woman.
John petted the dog as he let the animal climb into the front seat. He looked out the
front window of the van and watched as another car pulled into the lot. It parked only
a few spots away and John had to restrain his animal impulse as two lovely young girls
stepped from the vehicle. One was a tall willowy blonde, and the other was a
passionate-looking Spanish girl with long black hair and shining eyes.
He felt his cock stir with need. His balls were tingling. The fantasy of two women at
once made him gasp.
The dog reacted and began barking loudly. "Quiet..." John hissed at the animal and
made him cower.
The two girls turned and looked at the van.
They only laughed with relief. It was a dog and a man and not the monster that roamed
the streets of the city! John was sure that was their thought as they stepped into the
restaurant.
He sighed with relief. He didn't understand why the newspapers failed to report all the
facts of the case. But he did know that this failure in journalism had saved him on at
least three different occasions.
He shivered slightly as he remembered the first time he was confronted by a cop. It had
been only his second night out. The officer had believed he was just walking his dog
when in reality he had been stalking a young girl. It had been an important lesson.
Since then he had been as careful as he could, avoiding main roads and people at all
costs.
He spent all of his time in the van, only leaving when he thought there was an absolute
necessity, or when there was a woman that he had chosen for his next victim.
He was feeling the need to change his style for fear that he would slip into a rut and be
caught. He wanted to increase the excitement of the rapes as well, and a change in
method would do that. He wanted to become more daring than any other man who
had ever raped a woman. He wanted to prove that not even Hell was big enough for
the evil and depravity of his soul.
The dog sat back up, glad that his master was so forgiving. He licked the man's face in
a show of affection and put his paw up on his shoulders.
"What should we do?" he asked the dog, looking deep into the animal's eyes. He felt at
one with the beast. It was totally dark now and the full moon was hidden by the cloudy
overcast that had rolled in from the Bay. The mist was thick and would thicken as the
breeze picked up.
John placed the animal's large paws back on the seat. He turned back to the steering
wheel. He pulled the keys from the ignition and opened the glove compartment,
checking the equipment inside.
Stocking mask, rope, gag, and ether were all in place and ready for use. The moon was
up. All that was needed was a victim.
"A victim, Bru... we need a victim..." John's voice was soft, but filled with growing rage.
He needed to satisfy his demon.
John moaned as he thought of the soft flesh of a woman's thigh. It was the gypsy's
thigh. She had done this to him and rape was his way of taking revenge on all the
women who had ever walked the face of the earth. He had never experienced the
warmth of human compassion, of a wife. His only real seduction had been
accomplished so that he would become afflicted with the destiny of a tormented soul.
He stalked the streets of the city committing hideous acts because he was compelled to
do so. It was his curse, and he had no idea of how he could ever shake it.
With each passing moment, John's drive became more overpowering. He trembled as
he felt his cock swell in his pants. He needed to defile a woman. The two girls walked
back out of the diner again. He gasped at the sight of their lovely young bodies. Neither
of them wore a bra and their firm tits bounced freely. This time they walked on by
without even looking.
John watched them walk by. He used all of his strength to keep from hissing loudly at
them. If only they knew. If only they knew how close they were to being raped by both
my dog and myself!
Suddenly he saw two police cars cruise slowly into the park.
He knew that it would also be true of the other secluded spots he had used in the past.
He was certain that for the last two nights he had been lucky in not getting caught and
that he would have to figure out another way to get a woman.
He sat, stroking his jaw, trying to solve the problem when the answer flashed to him.
The only place in the city that wouldn't have any extra patrols was Pacific Heights. It
was the plushest neighborhood in the city. Anyone who was anybody had a home in
Pacific Heights.
"How would you like to get a sophisticated little cunt tonight, Bru," John asked the
dog. "We could break into a house and rape a rich man's wife."
The dog whined and barked loudly.
John switched on the ignition and lights and drove off into the gathering fog. As he
drove across town, he used the time to think. He knew that Pacific Heights was close to
North Beach and that if all else failed he could always rape a whore.
The moon grew brighter and it was getting harder for John to drive. The dog began to
howl as the car sped onto the freeway. They both wanted to rape and degrade a woman.
They both wanted to appease their tormented souls.
"Tonight," John said to the dog as he turned off the freeway at the Broadway exit,
"we're going to torture a woman like never before. We're going to make her lick out
your asshole."
The van sped past the bright lights of the Broadway strip with its clubs and masses of
people and entered the Broadway tunnel. It emerged on the other side in the quiet
world of Pacific Heights.
Jor.il pulled off the main drag and drove around slowly. He parked close to one of the
few stores in the area and waited. His instinct told him that this would be a good place
to wait and watch. It was a watering hole in the mountains. All the animals eventually
showed up there.
"Lie down and be quiet," he commanded the dog as he got out of the van and walked
to the store.
When he entered the store, he saw a lovely girl walking toward the counter with an
armload of groceries.
"How are you today," the motherly-looking woman behind the counter asked the girl
without so much as a second glance at John as he walked to the cooler and picked up a
beer.
"Not so good," Patty Gold answered. "My husband is working late again. He hasn't
been home for three days working on a news story." She took her check book from her
purse as the older woman rang up her purchases on the cash register.
Patty noticed the man standing behind her. "Would you like to go ahead while I write
out my check?" Patty politely asked him.
"Why thank you." John smiled at the girl as he glanced at the address in the check
book. He paid for his beer and walked back to the van, certain that fate and good luck
had pointed out Patty as his next victim. After all, she was going to be home alone and
would probably appreciate the visit.


Chapter 12

"You're going to like her, Bru..." John whispered to the dog as the animal sat beside
him on the pavement outside the apartment building. "We're going to have to be very
quiet until everything is under control." He was certain that the beast understood
everything he said.
Bru just continued to sit. It was obvious that he felt the emotion of the moment. The
animal was aware of every whim of his master. He knew that soon he would again put
his long pink needle-headed cock into a lovely woman. He knew that he was the
servant of the man who talked to him.
John checked the shopping bag he held in his hands. Everything was ready. The rope,
gag, and ether were in the bag. His mask was in his back pocket and the dog was at his
side. He walked into the well-lit portal and checked the names on the mail boxes. Sure
enough, Mr. and Mrs. D. Gold.
John tried the door and found it locked.
He reached into his back pocket and pulled out his wallet. He casually set his bag down
and produced a long thin plastic insurance card. He pried it into the doorjamb and
moved the locking bolt aside.
The door to the apartment complex opened easily. He picked up his bag and entered
the plush interior of the hallway. Everything was going perfectly. No one had seen him
or his dog as they entered the elevator.
The doors of the elevator shut behind him as he pushed the button for the eighth floor.
He felt the anticipation building as he looked down at the dog lying nervously by his
feet. The situation was new to the dog, and John could see that it took a great amount
of effort for the animal to control himself.
The ascent ended with a slight jolt and the doors reopened. John quickly looked up and
down the fashionable hall: no one around. Silence.
"Quiet!" John whispered to the dog through clenched teeth. He felt his own heart
pumping madly. With long, deliberate strides he made his way down the hall to Patty's
door. He set down his bag quietly and Bru, who had followed him, sat next to it.
With quick, deliberate movements, John donned his mask. He uncapped his bottle of
ether and doused a rag. He rang the doorbell. He stood off to one side while the dog lay
directly in front of the door, next to the bag.
The seconds passed like hours as John waited, every nerve in his body trembling as the
pressure mounted; he remembered the woman! Young and lovely, almost virginallooking. 
She was the fashionable wife of a news reporter.
The door opened and the young girl looked puzzled at the reclining dog and shopping
bag. Suddenly the ether-soaked rag covered her mouth and nose, muffling her scream.
John used every ounce of his animal strength to push the girl into her apartment. He
knew it was important that people hadn't heard her muffled scream. The dog followed
quickly, helping his master in the attack. He jumped and pushed her with his full
weight, knocking her to the floor.
Patty tried to keep struggling, but couldn't. The ether was overcoming her faster than
she could find the strength to struggle on.
John held the rag over the girl's face for a few seconds longer than he thought
necessary.
His eyes feasted on her young body as he stood up. She was truly his loveliest victim.
The dog sat next to the unconscious woman and pushed his long snout into her cunt.
John stood up and retrieved his bag. He shut the door with a sigh. Everything had gone
off without a hitch. This was to be his most daring rape and his cock was hard already.
He set the bag on the floor and began to work at undressing the girl and tying her. He
took a great deal of pleasure from disrobing his victims and tying them.
"Isn't she glamorous?" John whispered to the dog. He ran his hands over each part of
her tender flesh after he had finished putting the gag in the lovely young woman's
mouth. Her nipples responded to his caress even though she was unconscious.
John sat back on the living-room couch and admired the unique job of bondage he had
performed. He had tied the girl so that her right wrist was tied to her right ankle, and
her left wrist to her left ankle. She was face down with her ass thrust into the air.
The dog was so excited that he was already licking her pussy. It was obvious that he
wanted to hump the girl even though she was still passed out.
"Take it easy, Bru," John said as he leaned back, getting comfortable. "It's more fun
when they're awake."
The dog did as he was told and lay down behind the girl and began patiently waiting
with his master.

* * *

Patty started to regain consciousness and the first thing she noticed was her inability to
move. The room was still spinning when she tried to scream in despair. She realized
that she was the latest victim of the full-moon rapist and his dog. She knew about the
dog, and she trembled at the thought of having to submit to sex with an animal. Danny
had told her that the women were having more trouble than usual recovering from the
attacks because of the added psychological shame and humiliation involved in bestiality.
Patty struggled with her bonds. It was hard for her to even move. All of her weight was
on her knees, stomach and breasts. Her ass and pussy were pushed into the air against
her will.
"Grrrr... grrrr..." the dog growled softly in the background. He was drooling and
excited. He had been sitting not far behind the girl, smelling the aroma of her pussy
across the short expanse. With his extremely sensitive nose, it was no wonder that the
dog was already excited; his cock was already hard.
"How are you this evening?" John whispered to his struggling victim in a polite voice.
He watched the girl stop fighting her bonds. She tried to turn her head to see him, but
couldn't. "I hope you're going to be a gracious hostess and appease the needs of both
my dog and I."
The soft sweet tone of her tormentor's voice made Patty shudder. She knew she was
completely helpless and at his mercy. She wished that the darkness of the ether would
again overcome her.
John was next to the girl and reached out and grabbed her hair roughly. He knew the
value of shock and liked to scare his victims as much as he liked to fuck them.
"You're a lovely young girl... your husband must fuck you a lot." John hissed the words
as he pulled the girl's face next to his. "Tonight you're going to fuck me and my dog a
lot!"
"Grrr... grrr." Bru was up and shoved his nose along the young woman's creamy thighs
until it bumped her twat.
The touch of the animal's nose and breath on Patty's tender cunt made the girl moan.
The feeling made her tremble. She knew it was an animal and that she should be
repulsed by its touch, but she wasn't. Her pussy tingled just as though it were her
husband who was blowing his hot breath over her tingling flesh.
The dog sent his long tongue lapping out at the full parted lips of the girl's twat and
scored. He ran the full length of her sweet pussy, starting at the clit and running to the
asshole. The animal did it again and again just as if she were a bitch in heat.
Oh, my God! she thought as shame swept over her. She was enjoying the dog's tongue
as it licked away on her pussy. The pleasure she was feeling was contrary to everything
she had ever learned. She knew that she was totally helpless and started to cry.
"She liked your mouth, Bru!" John hissed as he released the girl's hair. "She's just
another slut who-likes cocks; any kind of cock!" He reached under her arms and
massaged her tits, pinching her nipples until they were hard and flush with lust.
John's words made her gasp. The dog's tongue was setting her on fire. Her clit was
swollen and she felt all the womanly juices of her body flowing freely. She fought her
own mounting desires to feel a cock pump away at her cunt.
The dog continued to nip and lick at the girl's cunt. His tail was wagging furiously and
he sent his tongue deeper and deeper into the moist gap.
"Please stop..." Patty mumbled. Her arms and legs hurt from being tied in such an
awkward position. She renewed her struggle even though the bonds burned her skin as
she fought to escape.
John ran his hands over the girl's flat belly and stopped where her pubic hair
commenced. Teasingly, he let his finger trickle through the soft down. He wanted the
girl to be aflame by the time he and the dog were humping away at her. He felt his own
cock as it rubbed against the fabric of his pants.
"Owoooo... owooo..." The dog groaned softly as his own passion increased. He could
taste the woman's desires as her cunt-juices flowed freely across his probing tongue.
John let his finger trail down the girl's swollen slit. He used his fingers in the same
rhythm in which the dog was licking. He felt the girl's hips begin to churn in response
to their combined manipulations. He knew that she was acting against her will and
drew increasing pleasure from that fact.
Patty tried to keep from showing her excitement, but could not. Her body ached for
release as the pressure from her tormentors increased on her lovely young body. Her
tits swayed on the rug, making her taut nipples throb as the dog's tongue probed her
pussy and asshole. Her body began to tremble as her rapist's fingers beat in a steady
stroking motion over her clit. She was tied and helpless; she had no choice except to let
her body respond.
The dog stopped licking the girl and climbed up on her ass and started to hump wildly.
His long needle-nosed prick pushed out of its hairy sheath and touched the woman's
flesh, traveling over the back of her thigh and across her firm buttocks.
"My, Bru, you are in a hurry tonight," John whispered as he continued to play with the
girl's clit. "You want to feel the dog's cock as it pushes into your searing pussy." John
breathed the words hotly into the girl's ear. He took great pleasure from making his
victims shudder with guilt at the desires that overcame their bodies.
"Please don't let the dog fuck me!" Patty sobbed into the gag. Her voice was nothing
more than a muffled groan, and John laughed at the effort to communicate. The
frustration of being completely unable to do anything about the dog that was humping
away on her flesh made her cry harder.
The dog slowed his pace as his cock slid into the crack of her ass. His long thin prick
trailed down the crack, across her asshole until it brushed over her pussy. He bucked
and used his front legs to hold the girl in place.
Oh, my God! Patty thought as she felt the head of the animal's cock push deeply across
her cunt. She trembled in fear and anticipation as her body took command of all of her
reason. She was no longer a woman capable of reason. She was a wanton slut who
needed a cock.
John used his hand to vibrate her clit. He knew she was trembling from the dog's cock
and wanted to make sure that she came while he was fucking her. That was the most
degrading thing about the rapes, and he derived the most pleasure from watching the
women thrash around against their wills as the dog fucked them.
"Owooo... owoooo..." The dog bayed as his cock found the open slit of Patty's hot twat.
He lunged as hard as he could, sinking as much of his cock into her cunt as possible.
He was all the way up on her back, and his long tongue licked her ear. He humped
frantically as she moaned; her cunt accepted the entire length of his prick.
"Oh, my God! The dog is fucking me!" Patty moaned into her gag as the dog's cock slid
in and out of her pussy. It felt strange and good as it made her wiggle her ass back to
meet the incoming thrusts. She was on the verge of climax, and she trembled in her
lust.
"Fuck him back... fuck him back..." John urged Patty as he watched the girl and dog use
each other to bring about their mutual orgasms. He continued to finger her clit as he
talked.
Bru humped his long hard cock in and out of the girl. It was obvious that the dog was
already on the verge of coming. His thrusts were vicious as he drove in and out of her
cunt.
Patty felt her body tremble as the dog exploded in her. She felt his claws dig into her
soft skin. Wave after wave of bliss shot over her young body.
Oh, Jesus, a dog has made me come! Every part of her body reacted to the humping
animal.
"Fuck her, Bru... fuck her!" John bellowed as he watched the animal buck frantically.
He used his fingers to play with the girl's clit and could tell that she was coming also.
"You fucking slut... even a dog can get you off."
Bru's body shook as he spurted his cum into the girl. The dog's cock slipped from her
and shot the last load of its jism across the creamy flesh of her buttocks. The animal
stood on four legs and licked away at her freshly-fucked pussy, tasting his own sperm.
Oh, my God! How could I let myself get so carried away? Patty was hysterical at the
response of her body. She felt shame and humiliation take the place of her short-lived
orgasm. She renewed her struggle against the bonds that held her so firmly in place.
Her wrists and ankles were burned from the ropes.
"I'm going to fuck you while you give the dog a blowjob." John's voice was vicious as
he spoke to the trembling girl. "If you so much as make the slightest noise, I'll kill
you."
Patty was certain that her tormentor wasn't kidding. She didn't want to be subjected to
the sexual assault of the man and the animal, but she had little choice.
John slowly untied the gag and dropped it from her mouth.
The dog had moved around in front of the girl. He sat on his haunches and growled at
her. His long sharp teeth showed under his snarling jowls. The animal was the perfect
picture of strength.
John grasped the girl by the hair when the gag was untied and looked her straight in
the eyes before he spoke.
"You'll do whatever I command you to do... you're nothing more than an object that
must satisfy both the dog and myself."
Patty shivered at the words. She knew that it was true. She had no choice and had to do
the bidding of the madman who threatened her. She felt the hands on her body as he
ran them over her back and wide, flaring hips. A short gasp escaped her lips as his
finger pushed into her freshly-fucked cunt. Her body responded against her will.
"Lay down," John commanded the dog as he continued to finger-fuck the girl. He was
excited that he was raping a woman in her own home.
The dog responded to his master's voice and lay on his back in front of the girl. His
long pink cock was still hard as it pushed away from its hairy sheath. A small drop of
cum clung to the head of his prick.
"Suck the dog off!" John ordered the girl as he unzipped his fly and let his own hard
cock free. He wanted to wait until the girl had the dog's prick in her mouth before he
started humping away at her hot slick cunt.
"Oh, please don't make me do it!" Patty cried as he pushed her head at the dog's erect
cock. She fought desperately until her lips were only inches from the animal's prick. It
was to no avail. The dog's cock brushed over her lips and the drop of cum that hung
onto the head slid onto them.
The dog let his eyes roll back as the girl's lips made contact with his prick. The animal
began to whimper as Patty took the entire length of the prick between her soft lips and
instinctively let her tongue run the entire length of the organ. He humped up to meet
her mouth.
John watched the girl for a moment and then decided to take care of his own urgings.
He moved directly behind the sucking girl's raised ass and pulled apart the lips of her
hot cunt before letting his exposed cock slide into her.
Patty felt humiliated as she felt her rapist's cock slide into her from behind. The dog's
cock tasted strange to her, yet she was strangely excited.
The dog was humping wildly as it lay on its back. Patty's lips held his cock firmly in
place as she let the length of his cock slide in and out of her mouth.
John was horny from watching the dog fuck the girl first, and felt his climax building as
the entire length of his cock pushed in and out of Patty's pussy. She was by far the best
looking woman he and the dog had fucked together.
"Suck the dog... Suck the dog and fuck me back!" John screamed as his own humping
became more frantic.
Patty pushed her hips back to meet the pounding cock that pumped in and out of her
hot cunt. She was on fire and didn't care that she was tied and sucking on a dog while
she was being raped. Her body was in control of her reactions and she wantonly sucked
and fucked while she tried to reach another orgasm.
The dog bucked up and drove the entire length of his animal shaft deep into her throat.
His balls bounced on her chin as he humped toward another climax.
"Oh! I'm coming! I'm coming!" John screamed as his load was sucked from his balls by
the girl's sucking cunt. Spasm after spasm overcame him as his jism splashed into
Patty's tight cunt.
Patty sucked more frantically on the dog's cock as she felt the rivers of sperm splash
deeply into her. The taste of the animal's cock in her mouth was driving her to the
highest lust she had ever known. She would never have dreamed of doing anything like
this on her own, but now that it was happening, she let herself go.
The dog was panting hard as Patty sucked on his cock. He was totally consumed by the
pleasure he was receiving. All of his animal instincts drove him on as his humping
became wilder.
"Oh, what a tight pussy you have," John moaned to the sucking girl as he wiped the
last drops of his cum over the girl's ass before he put his cock back in his pants. He
walked over to the couch and sat down as he watched the girl continue to suck on the
animal cock.
He felt the full power of the moon as he looked on. He was as much an animal as the
dog the girl was sucking off. He felt the need to prove this to the girl and the world.
Patty sucked on the dog willingly now. She was consumed by the lust of the moment
and wanted to taste the rich jism of the beast she was licking and sucking so fervently.
Her mouth was tingling from the strange taste of the animal's cock – his dog sperm,
and her own pussyjuice. Her nipples were hard and she felt some of her rapist's sperm
drip from her pussy as she tried to make the dog shoot his load down her throat.
The dog was thrashing his legs about wildly as Patty took his entire organ deep into her
throat. He bucked hard against her face, filling her nose with the animal odor of his
body. Bru shivered as he approached another orgasm.
John watched the dog as he humped away on the girl's lovely face. He enjoyed
watching the dog react to women as they tried to suck him off. The way the animal
thrashed about was in itself entertaining. Bru began to jerk and he was certain that the
dog was about to come. He leaned forward to watch the flow of rich animal jism that
was about to bathe the girl's mouth, throat, and face.
Patty sucked as hard as she could as she felt the first stinging splash of the dog's cum
seep into her mouth. She tried to drink as much of the sperm as she could. She forgot it
was an animal that humped away on her mouth.
Bru pulled his cock from the sucking girl's mouth and pushed it up over her face,
shooting his cum onto her features as he shook in the ecstasy of his climax. He
collapsed on the floor, sprawled on his back, his legs at his side for the first time since
the girl had started to suck on him.
Patty bent her head and took the animal's prick between her lips. She sucked the last
drops of the dog's sperm into her mouth, not noticing the door as it opened.
Danny Gold and Jim entered. They stood frozen in their tracks as they looked at the
strange scene in front of them. They had come here because
Danny was feeling guilty about fucking Kimberly Jones and wanted to spend a few
moments with his wife before continuing on the trail of the full-moon rapist.
Both men reacted simultaneously; so did the dog and John Manning.
There were seconds of shifting confusion. The dog and the man attacked the two
intruders with all of their animal fury. The reporter and the cop were surprised at the
ferocity with which the two attacked. Jim drew his service revolver and shot the dog as
it leaped at Danny's throat. The blood of the animal splashed all over the reporter as
the dead dog's body knocked him down.
Patty began to scream as she watched her rapist jump and knock the cop and his
revolver away. The gun dropped from Jim's hand. She wept with fright as she watched
the two men grapple on the floor until John had the upper position and was choking
the life from her rescuer.
Danny pushed the dog's body from him and staggered to his feet. He saw the gun on
the floor and picked it up. He aimed.
"Stop or I'll shoot!"
John looked up from the cop he was choking. His eyes were filled with rage and
bloodlust. He knew the dog was dead and that he would never again walk the woods or
streets of the city with him again. He jumped up and lunged at the reporter.
Danny squeezed off a round from the pistol and hit the madman in the chest. He fired
a second and a third shot as the man continued to stagger toward him. Then, like a
blood-thirsty animal, Danny continued firing, until there was only the click-click-click
of the empty revolving chambers.
Jim staggered to his feet and clutched at his neck. He walked over to the reporter and
took the gun from his hand.
"Take care of your wife while I call an ambulance," he said.
Danny untied his hysterical wife and carried her to the bedroom and made her as
comfortable as possible. Oh my God... he thought as he walked back to the living room,
my wife has been subjected to rape by both a man and a dog!
He looked at the blood-soaked room and the bodies of the man and the dog as they lay
dead. He waited for Jim to finish on the phone before he sat down.
The big cop walked over to his friend and clasped him on the shoulder.
"I'm sorry for you..." he said.
"It could have been worse," Danny said bravely, looking away from his friend. "I could
have printed my story about the dog in the paper."


THE END
