BRINGS ON THE DOGS – Chapter 8
Judy stiffened, then lurched forward as she felt that animal cock slicing into her pussy.
Her skin crawled with revulsion as the thought of that ugly, knobby thing entering her
body flooded her mind. She could feel it snaking its way in, forcing into her pussy. The
uneven bumps on Manuel’s dick plopped past her tight lips, driving into the dry hole
mercilessly as the men laughed and pointed at the blonde’s horrible dilemma. Fucked
by a dog!
The idea almost drove Judy mad with horror on the spot. She was being filled up with
dogmeat – inches and inches of it. Already the animal’s cock was dribbling warm
streams of cum. Manuel’s dick was spearing deeper and deeper into her pussy. She felt
her belly sour and turn over, threatening to empty out as her hole was forced wider and
wider apart by the growling dog’s dick. She felt horrified, her jaw dropping lower and
lower as dry heaves tore at her belly. Her breathing became rapid and shallow as she
felt that slick, disgusting cock ramming her.
More and more was fed into her until she finally felt the animal’s short fur tickling her
cuntlips. He was all the way inside her! A dog, all the way inside! Judy broke down,
crying and sobbing out her horror as the men laughed at her. Only the fat knob at the
base of the shepherd’s cock remained free of her gash. Manuel tried desperately to work
it in, twisting the dog’s strong body and shoving forward. But Judy sensed that would
tear her snatch to pieces. Quenching her cuntal muscles hard as she could, the blonde
successfully kept the bulge free from entering.
But her clamping added to the giant dog’s excitement. Rocking back and forth, Judy
was unintentionally working the shepherd up to climax. He whimpered, thrusting
harder and snapping his powerful jaws in the air. Judy’s cries became louder as she
realized what was happening. She could feel that dick ballooning up inside her, pushing
out the tender walls of her cunt as it got ready to spatter out its first load of jizz.
"Oh, God, no, noooo," the pretty blonde wailed as her titties rolled, bounced and
bumped together. More spittle hung in strings from the corners of the animal’s mouth.
Manuel’s hunching became faster and harder. He drove the big knot against her pussy
until Judy wondered if he’d succeed in driving it actually inside.
"Cum, baby, cum," George said, laughing loudly as he put his big hands on his hips
and sneered down at her. "That’s what you Anglo sluts are good for – dogs." He raised
his boot and pressed the toe against the side of her face. Judy turned her head away,
groaning. She felt her stomach turning over faster and faster while her mind whirled.
She was going to wretch. She knew it. She was going to die in front of them. The
blonde thought all these things as the shepherd hunched and clawed at her helpless
body.
Judy snapped to her senses when she felt the shepherd’s body suddenly stiffen and
quiver mightily against hers. She knew that feeling. It always meant the male was
teetering on the brink of climax. The blonde ground her teeth together, bracing herself
for the horror that was about to happen. Her fingernails dug into the soft asphalt,
bending back from the pressure as a long, high-pitched wail from the German shepherd
filled the room.
There was another wail, and then it happened. Judy felt a steady gush of something
warm and hot pouring into her pussy, flooding it like the squirts from a barium enema.
Manuel was cumming, blasting her pussy with his doggie jizz. Judy broke out into a
series of hoarse, choked cries. More and more steady spurts shot out of the dog’s cunt-
embedded cock as the shepherd howled and growled with sexual release. Judy felt
thoroughly shamed now. She couldn’t look at anyone. The blonde wanted to crawl into
a corner and hide like the lowest form of insect from the men. They all saw what
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happened. They laughed and made what she was sure were filthy comments in Spanish
about what was happening to her.
When Manuel finished dumping his animal spunk into her, the big dog crawled off
Judy’s back and trotted back to Jose. Judy remained in the grotesque ass-up position for
several seconds, afraid to move one way or the other. The full impact of what had just
happened to her was descending on her mind only now. How could she look at herself
in the mirror any more? All she’d be able to see was an attractive young blonde who’d
been fed to the dogs.
Finally the blonde pulled herself up and turned around. Evelyn was being pinned to the
ground, her snatch being fucked by one member of the gang while another was
straddling her shoulders and driving his dick from her throat. The brunette’s arms were
held down tightly to the floor as her shoulders shuddered. Judy raised her hands and
covered her ears. She couldn’t stand listening to the choking gurgling sounds Evelyn
was making. They were going to kill her with their jizz. She couldn’t breath under all
that pressure.
Then the men jerked and swore in Spanish, dumping their filthy loads of contaminated
jizz into the choking woman. When they finished they crawled off Evelyn’s body,
tucking their prongs in as the brunette rolled over on her side and tucked her knees up
to her titties and moaned like a wounded animal. Tears steamed from her eyes.
"Okay, you’ve got a sample of what’s gonna happen to you each time you don’t pay
up," George said, glancing down at his watch and raising his black eyebrows as he
noticed the time.
"But what are we supposed to do?" Judy asked, crawling across the dirty floor to
Evelyn. The young woman was still curled in her fetal position, jamming her knuckles
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in her mouth and sobbing . quietly to herself. Judy reached over and touched Evelyn
lightly on her scratched, dirited thigh.
"Leave me alone!" the young brunette cried out, scooting back on the floor as if she’d
been touched by a hot iron. The men laughed and made remarks as George and Jose
bent down and picked up the women’s ripped and wrinkled clothing.
"Get into these and get the fuck out," he said, throwing the clothing that was now little
better than rags into Judy’s face. The blonde caught them in her hands, looking
hatefully at the tall, grinning Chicano. He stood there triumphantly grinning at her.
Next to him lay that horrible German shepherd that had fucked her after licking her
snatch and bringing her to climax with his tongue. Judy sat quietly for several seconds
replaying the terrifying scenes of this evening. She shook her head slowly back and
forth. No, this couldn’t have all happened in one evening. A moan from Evelyn made
her realize that it had.
"Here, Evy, we’ve got to get dressed," Judy said, bending forward again and touching
the brunette again. This time Evelyn raised her head and realized it was Judy next to
her. Her eyes filled with tears and spilled over as she looked down at her thighs. There
were clawmarks all over her creamy flesh. Clumps of her brown snatch hairs had been
ripped out by the raping men.
"We drop them back at the shop then go look for those fuckers Venice Thirteen," Jose
said as Judy crawled to her feet and slipped on the remnants of her blouse and skirt.
Evelyn moved painfully, grunting and groaning with each arm and leg movement she
made. Jizz leaked out of the pussies of both women as they finished covering their
bodies with what was left of their clothing.
"Oh Judy," Evelyn said, looking at her friend. The blonde’s hair hung in dirtied tangles
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over her face and ears. Scratches and bruises covered her cheeks and forehead, while
clawmarks were visible on her throat and left shoulder. Her legs were scraped almost
raw by the violent fucking – both men and dog – she’d received.
"Remember, you pay us," George said, grabbing Judy tightly by the right arm and
hauling her through the side door toward the old VW bus still parked next to the
deserted warehouse. Jose dragged Evelyn behind.
"But we can’t pay both of you. I keep the books. I know the business can’t take it. I’m
surprised your other customers haven’t complained," Judy gasped, stumbling over the
uneven ground as she tried to keep up with the wide-striding George. His fingers dug
painfully into her forearm as he pulled her up against the van, then wheeled around
and spun her in a wide arc until she slammed against the side. Judy grunted as the back
of her head snapped to one side and crashed against the cold white metal paneling.
"You’re the first ones we got to. We’ll get to the rest after we wipe out those fuckin’
Anglos," George said angrily as Jose pulled Evelyn behind him and opened the rear
doors. "We controlled the neighborhood before those creeps moved in and took over
for a while. But we’re strong now," George said, smirking as he reached down into his
trousers and pulled out the knife he’d threatened the girls with before. "There won’t be
enough meat on them guys to feed fish with when we get through with ’em tonight,"
George said, jerking his head as a signal that all talking was over.
After Jose pushed Evelyn into the rear of the van, George pulled Judy to the back, then
hauled her roughly into the back and pulled the door shut after they’d moved forward.
The blonde heard excited shouting outside, then the van rocked back and forth as men
climbed in and started the old bus up.
"We’re better to deal with than those fuckin’ Anglos," George said, pulling his knife out
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and picking his front teeth with the long blade. Judy looked with contempt at the tall
Chicano. She felt like spitting into his face. But she knew George would just as soon
skin her as his enemies in the rival gang.
"I can’t keep the business going paying them off," Evelyn said softly as she rubbed her
sore ankles and legs.
"We’re better than those fuckers. Now you two shut up until we get back," George said
menacingly, pointing the sharp tip of his shiv at the two cringing women. Both Judy
and Evelyn pressed their backs against the inside panels, riding silently as the van
carried them back to Venice. All during the trip back, Judy wondered what would
happen between the two gangs that evening, and how would it effect both her and
Evelyn. Obviously they were planning a gang war that was going to go off in a few
hours. Should she call the police? At first the young blonde woman felt nothing could
be better than having these two flocks of sadistic vultures go at one another. Yet even
after what those animals had put her through, Judy couldn’t bring herself to act
passively. Besides, the winner of that war might become more sadistic and powerful
than ever with its opposition gone.
As the van slowed down, George scrambled across the back to the doors. Fiddling with
the lock for several seconds, he finally unlatched it and threw open one of the doors. A
cold rush of damp, foggy air blasted into the van, making Judy’s flesh pucker up in
goose pimples. Peering into the darkness, the blonde could see they were close to the
shops neighborhood.
"Okay you two, back here," George said as he motioned the girls to come forward. The
van slowed down almost to a halt as it turned right onto Washington Boulevard. Judy,
then Evelyn crawled on their hands and knees up to the opened doors.
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"You first, babe," George said, grabbing Judy by the forearm and pulling her forward
roughly. The blonde lost her footing and pitched over the edge clumsily, sailing into the
air and letting out a high-pitched shriek of terror.
"Judy!" Evelyn cried from the van as the blonde tumbled out. Evy was next. With a
loud roar the VW bus squealed down the boulevard, screeching around a curve and
disappearing into the night.
Judy lay quietly in the muck of the gutter until she felt her senses stop spinning. Muck
and filth clung to her arms, face and legs as she pushed herself up and staggered to her
feet. Evelyn lay in a quiet heap in the middle of the boulevard. Stumbling forward, Judy
moved up to the girl and sank down next to her.
"Evy, are you all right?" Judy asked, slipping her right arm under the girl’s neck and
lifting her head up slowly. Evelyn’s eyes blinked open and she stared wonderingly at
her friend.
"I’ll never be all right again, Judy. Never," the brunette said in a calm yet terrifyingly
emotion-packed voice.
"We’ve got to get out of here," Judy said, helping Evelyn to her feet and wondering
when this nightmare would end.
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