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This story continues a sequel to the events presented in "Jenny's Couch", parts 1 through 25, set about a year later. I'd like to extend my thanks to the small group of deeply disturbed individuals who make up my fan base. :-) I write for enjoyment; my only payment is knowing that my writing has brought pleasure to others. So feedback is always welcome. Also, please support asstr.org - bandwidth doesn't grow on trees. Jenny's Couch, Book II, part 10 (g-dog, ped, best, reluc, humil, exhib, prost, rednecks) by Rufus Fugit Karen struggled futilely against her bindings. Her hands were cuffed securely behind her back and there was no way she could get loose but she couldn't help wrenching her thin shoulders back and forth and twisting her wrists against the electric blue fake fur. It was soft but the steel inside was unyielding. The twelve-year-old's leather collar dug into the back of her neck. Her bare heels scraped against cold concrete as she struggled. Her ten-year-old sister, Renee, had hold of the other end of her leash and was trying to drag her into the truck stop's grungy-looking cafe. All of Renee's attempts to persuade the older girl, praising her as a beautiful and sexy whore, reminding her that it had been her decision to go naked, telling her to think of all the money she'd make from sucking cocks, had failed. Karen had been unable to stem the panic that rose in her when she looked through the cafe's windows and saw the dozen or so men sitting in booths and at the counter. Karen was ready, even eager to whore herself this evening, to earn money with her talented preteen mouth, but she had envisioned sucking off the men one at a time, filling her belly with their hot semen each in the privacy of their own trucks. Crowds like this filled her with a panic she didn't fully understand and certainly couldn't articulate. All she could do was whimper and struggle against Renee while her sister became more and more exasperated. Karen was two years older and more than a head taller than Renee and would have won a straight tug-of-war. But panic made her uncoordinated, her footing was uncertain, and her bare body was shivering from fear and the damp, foggy cold. Plus the vibrator stretching her rectum was still sending little tremors and aftershocks of pleasure from her most recent orgasm through her, turning her legs to water and filling her tummy with butterflies. As tears threatened to overspill her eyes she felt her juvenile sex juices still leaking from her tingling babycunt and oozing down the insides of her slender thighs. The girls were on opposite sides of the heavy glass double doors, Renee inside and Karen out. Renee held one door braced open awkwardly with the side of her foot while Karen leaned back on her heels, trying with all her might to avoid being pulled inside. After a few seconds of stalemate, Renee remembered something. Wrapping the leash once around her left hand, she plunged her other into the pocket of her jeans. Karen saw the younger child's knuckles working and had just enough time to think, "oh no -". Then the egg-shaped vibe shot to full power. Karen made a noise like "Gaaah!" as her breath gusted out of her. An audible buzz came from her anus, her buttocks clenched against the suddenly violent vibration, and her painfully oversensitive clitoris strained against the flood of sensation. Despite her rising panic, the tip of her swollen clitty felt like it burst alight and sexual pleasure thrilled through her limbs. All the strength went out of her legs and she lurched forward, stubbing her big toe painfully on the rough, cold concrete. With Karen's resistance broken, Renee stumbled backwards. The door swung shut as soon as her hiking boot slid away with the leash running in the jamb. Karen's naked body thumped into the glass. For a second neither child moved. Renee's calm hazel eyes met her older sister's tearful blue ones as her face, her teacup-sized breasts, her belly, and her gooey vulva pressed flat against the cold, heavy shatterproof glass. The pressure amplified the sex toy up her butt until the entire door frame buzzed. Renee let the leash fall slack long enough to step forward and push the other side of the door open. Karen had no resistance left in her and with a quick tug the naked preteen stepped inside. Her eyes rolled to look longingly at the darkness outside and she saw that she had left smudges from her heavily made-up face and her rouged nipples and vulva on the door. Her soaking quim had also smeared her cunt cream across the glass at her crotch level, so that she left a smeary impression of face, titties and juicy cunt. Karen's skin flashed hot and cold from fear and her legs felt ready to collapse as she turned to face the room. The store was in front of her, racks of merchandise and coolers along the back wall. It was empty except for a rat-faced teenager standing behind the cash register. To her right was a row of hard plastic booths lining the window. They were full and every man there was staring at her. "Holy shit," whispered the one closest to her, a large, burly fellow wearing greasy, wrinkled coveralls. His thin hair was almost as greasy as his garment, falling lank to his round shoulders. His teeth were crooked and stained. He raised an arm as if to touch Karen and a wave of stink came off him, a mixture of coffee, tobacco, liquor, old sweat, and mildew. Now the tears really did spill as the naked child confronted the room full of greedy, hungry eyes. Karen thought she might faint, thought she might scream, thought she might run, but she could do nothing but stare back dumbly. She knew what was coming next. In flashes she saw men surrounding her, felt them touching, pinching, pulling, hurting, fucking. A low whimpering filled her ears and she dimly realized it was coming from her throat. Her bladder felt suddenly full and she knew in another second she would lose control, would piss herself and all over the cold, dirty tile under her bare feet. And then - and then - oh God, oh God, her mind spun helplessly. She drew in what she was sure was going to be her last breath... Renee watched her big sister curiously but not without sympathy. She just didn't understand why Karen got all upset. Everyone likes to have fun, for Karen sex was more fun than just about anything, so why did she get so worked up? When Renee felt like doing some sex she did it, the same way she would read a book or eat a cookie if that's what she felt like doing. Karen, though, Karen had to go through this whole big tantrum, like, before she'd end up in the same place, just enjoying getting fucked. Maybe that was part of being a whore, too. Renee loved her sister and even if she didn't really get it she knew what she had to do. Karen felt the shock of the slap on her cheek. It wasn't hard but she gasped from the suddenness. Her eyes swam into focus, taking in her little sister's face thrust up at hers. The ten-year-old's gray eyes bored into hers. "Karen, it's okay," she whispered. "I love you, and I won't let anyone hurt you." The young girl tugged hard on the leash she still held, pulling Karen's head down, forcing her to bend at the waist until the two children were nose-to-nose. "It's okay," Renee repeated. "I'll make sure everyone waits their turn. You're a good whore and I'll make sure they all make you feel good. You're my sister and I love you." Karen gulped heavily, feeling her panic ebb as she looked into Renee's eyes. She saw the love there and gradually her fear receded and her legs stopped shaking. Renee was right, she was a whore, and she remembered what that meant. A whore was bold, and sexy, and a whore wouldn't be scared by ten men, or ten thousand. She'd just fuck them and suck them, take their money and do whatever she wanted. She sniffed and her bony shoulder twitched as she tried to raise a hand, forgetting for the moment that they were still cuffed behind her. Renee did it for her, reaching up to softly scrub away the tears tracking her cheeks, and then gently pushing Karen's long blond hair back behind her ears. The younger child's touch was oddly soothing to the older, and as she regained control she felt a yearning to be touched again. When Renee saw Karen's face relax and her mouth quirk upwards in a small smile she stepped back from the naked preteen and slackened her hold on the leash. Karen straightened and turned to face the men who were now gaping at the sight. She almost giggled when she thought about how they must look - a stark naked twelve-year-old, naked except for a studded pink leather collar and furry blue handcuffs binding her wrists, being led on a leash by a fully-clothed ten-year-old. Her shoulders were already a bit stressed from her bindings but Karen pulled them back as far as she could, arching her spine and pushing out her small, perky titties. They still ached from her healing bruises but a quick glance down showed enough of the coverup base remaining to hide the lurid plum and green splotches. Her nipples had softened in the comparatively warmer air of the shop but now they stiffened again and puffed out as she felt the men's' gazes lock on her bare body, felt it as if they were actually touching her. Karen spread her stance slightly, the better to show off her barely-furred vulva with its sloppy frosting of cunt cream and the itchy trails running down the insides of her thighs. The floor felt gritty and cold under her bare feet but she curled her toes against it, enjoying the sensation. "I'm Karen," she started but her voice faltered and cracked from tension. She swallowed, cleared her throat, and tried again. This time her high, childish voice was quavery but clear. "I'm Karen and I'm a whore. You can look at my hot babycunt. Everyone wants to look at it, and touch it, and fuck it. But you can't fuck my babycunt tonight 'cause it's sore. I'm a sore whore," she giggled, realizing she was babbling a little but unable to stop herself. Renee had thumbed the vibrator's remote back to the random cycle and as it peaked again Karen couldn't help but thrust her skinny pelvis and grunt under her breath. "Ahhh, yeah, my babycunt. Do you have money? If you have money I'll suck your penis. I'm really good at sucking penises, and I like it, and I'll swallow all your squirt, yummy yummy squirt. Who wants me to..." "What the fuck?" Karen's monolog was interrupted by the rat-faced clerk. He'd shaken himself out of the shock of seeing a naked girl dragged into the store, and had come around the cash register and headed towards the children, swearing a blue streak. "You can't fucking come in here like that! What the fuck's the matter with you? You want to make money you walk the lot like all the other sluts! Goddam stupid little bitch where's your fucking clothes? Fucking sheriff'll close us right the fuck down if you don't get the fuck out of here right fucking now!" The skinny man's acne-scarred face was contorted with anger and Karen cringed away as he advanced on them. But Renee stepped to put herself between the man and her sister. She felt a hard knot of fear in her stomach but it was her duty to protect Karen. She'd failed her that one time at the beach party and had sworn to herself with childish fervor it would never happen again. She slid her right foot back into fighting stance. As the young man loomed over her she tried to tell herself it was just like sparring with the bigger boys at the dojo. She did it all the time. She raised her arms, trying to stay relaxed and loose like Sensei said... Renee about jumped out of her skin when a loud, baying "Woof!" came from behind her. Despite the threat before her, her head jerked around to see a large hound dog emerge from under one of the booths. It came galumphing towards the children, jowls flapping, strings of drool flying, trailing a heavy leash. The clerk jumped back with wide eyes. He was scared of the dog. Renee barely had enough time to think that maybe it was a mean dog when it reached Karen. It wasn't mean. Tail wagging frantically, it jumped up, licking at the naked preteen's face and splashing dog spit all over her neck and her bare titties. Karen reacted instinctively. She loved animals and despite her experience with Runcible at Stanley's party she had no fear of dogs in general. Before Renee could do anything she had bent receive the hound's sloppy kisses. "Who's a good dog? Who's a very very good dog?" she laughed as the dog frisked and wriggled, slobbering all over her. The hound jumped at her face over and over, making little yips of pleasure as she tried to rub her face into his fur. She wished her hands were free so she could pet him. He turned around and around, pushing his warm bulk against Karen's bare shins. "Oh!" Karen exclaimed as the hound shoved his cold, wet nose into her crotch. "Ahhh!" Her body tensed and her hands clenched into fists behind her as his long tongue snaked out and slapped against the length of her vulva. He tossed his head and gave a short bay as if in triumph and did it again. This time he licked over Karen's swollen clitoris and the spike of pleasure was so deep and unexpected that her legs gave way and she sat down hard, groaning and spreading her skinny thighs as her butt hit the dirty tile and the impact drove the anal vibrator deeper into her back passage. Before she could move the hound was on her, slurping and slobbering at her gaping bare cunny. Karen's body tensed and her eyes rolled back in her head as the dog's supple, rough tongue laved her supersensitive privates. "Oh! Oh, my babycunt! Oh it feels good! Oh it's hot! Oh eat me, eat my babycunt!" she piped in her high voice. Verbalizing her sexual pleasure was a deeply ingrained habit, deep enough that the shame of spreading her legs before a roomful of strangers made barely a dent in the urge to make sure everyone knew that her babycunt was feeling good. Renee was still facing the rat-faced clerk, still tense in her fighting stance, her mind going over and over the block-and-counterstrike combinations she'd practiced. But the clerk wasn't looking at her any more. "Denny!" he yelled. "Get your fuckin' dog off that fuckin' slut!" "Naw, I don't think so." Renee turned to see that Denny was the one sitting up in the booth from where the dog had come. He was wearing a faded denim jacket with a brown corduroy collar, painters' pants, and heavy, scuffed black boots. Wiry, straw-colored hair stuck out from under a well-worn seed cap. His face was wide with a prominent jaw. His expression was sleepy but his black eyes were penetrating and alert, darting back and forth. "I ain't gonna bother him, look how happy he is." He waved a languid hand, taking in the hound with his tail flailing wildly and his head down, slurping loudly at Karen's cunt as the naked preteen lay on the floor writhing and kicking the air. The soles of her feet were black with dirt, and her long blond hair was getting tangled and dusty from dragging on the tile. Karen was overwhelmed by the sensations the hound's strong, rough tongue was creating. She fell supine, feeling her bindings dig into the small of her back. She twisted her body from side to side, tossing her head back and forth. The tile was cool and gritty against her shoulderblades, contrasting with the heat spreading from her clit. "Oh my babycunt, oh my babycunt," she moaned over and over as the dog drooled onto her crotch, her belly, her thighs. The dog dug his snout into her spread quim, nosing at the soaking wet tuft of pubic hair crowning her mound and shoving her butt into the floor. She whined and kicked out as the pressure magnified the sensations from the anal vibe. Her eyes rolled around taking in Renee staring down at her. Her little sister looked grossed out but also vaguely amused. The clerk behind her looked angry, but that expression warred with another one that Karen was all-too-familiar with: hunger. He wanted her. She looked around. All the men wanted her. They were staring at her naked body, staring at the naked sixth-grader getting covered in dust and filth, moaning and squirming as a dog licked her babycunt. A dog, she thought, I'm a dog-fucking whore, and suddenly the pleasure she was feeling exploded, like lightning striking her cunt and her entire body all at once. "Oh, my babycunt, my babycunt, MY BABYCUNT OH JEEEEEEEEZ!" she screamed. Her vision went red as her orgasm overwhelmed her. She felt herself squirting, felt a pool of goo spreading beneath her bare ass, felt the dog slurp harder as it tried to drink the stream. Spasms of pure sexual joy shot through her, each stronger than the last, each more than she could possibly bear - until the next, until her vision went from red, to gray, and then to black. Her lithe body went limp on the dirty tile, legs twitching randomly. Gradually Karen came back to herself. She was panting heavily. Her ribcage expanded, outlining the bones against her pale, dirty, sweaty skin. As the dog moved up to lap at her face she realized she was crying, too. Her wrists and the small of her back hurt from the handcuffs digging in, and she twisted awkwardly, rolling onto one side and pushing herself up to a sitting position. She grunted as the vibrator shifted inside her and nearly unbearable pleasure stabbed through her oversensitive clitoris. "Ooooh," she moaned. She looked around, blinking her eyes to clear them of tears and sweat, and blowing her tangled hair away from her face. Everyone was staring at her. Except for Renee they all had the same look in their eyes, an expression Karen was getting very familiar with, mingled lust and contempt in varying degrees. She felt herself starting to blush, and that embarrassed her too, and the more she blushed the more embarrassed she got until she was pink from the sweaty roots of her hair down to the very tips of her toes. Renee knelt behind Karen and gently chafed her upper arms. Karen leaned back gratefully into her little sister's embrace. She giggled as she felt a bulge pressing against her spine - Renee's pretend penis. Karen blushed all the harder, remembering how good it felt to be fucked by her ten-year-old sibling. A latex cock didn't feel as hot and luscious as the real thing, but she loved Renee fiercely and that made it the best. Renee bent to whisper in her ear. "Are you ready to go to work, whory whore?" Karen nodded. Renee picked up the end of her leash and stood. She gave a tug but all she did was choke Karen - it took her a minute to get her balance with her hands still cuffed. She brought her feet up to her butt, incidentally splitting her cunt as wide open as it could be for her audience, and started to stand. "Hang on a minute," Denny drawled. His voice sounded sleepy too, but there was something in it that got your attention. Maybe he's a teacher, Karen thought. "Boodle there got you all happy-like, now I think it'd be rude if you didn't return the favor. You don't wanna be rude to ol' Boodle, do ya?" As if on cue, the hound pressed his snout between Karen's boobies, pushing her off-balance so she sat back on her bare butt again. The dog kept pushing, trying to make her lie flat. Karen tried to resist, and to her horror she saw a long, red, shiny spear dangling from the dog's furry sheath. "Oh no," she whined, trying to crab-walk back away. "No, I can't...it's too big, it'll hurt. Please, please I can't fuck it, don't make me..." she was almost blubbering as she fetched up against Renee's denim-clad legs. "Hey, it's OK," Denny grinned at her, a big, toothy smile. It looked real, but there was something a little unpleasant in his eyes. "That wouldn't be fair, neither. You don't gotta do for him any more than he did for you." "You mean...my mouth?" Karen said, disgust and disbelief in her voice. "An' why not?" Denny demanded. Didn't you come in here, tellin' us all how good you were at suckin' cock? Well, I think we could use a little demonstration, and I think Boodle could use some relief." "But...but..." Karen stammered, trying to think of an objection. "Now, don't you worry, ain't no one askin' you to do nothin' for free. You're a whore, we understand that, don't we fellas?" There were nods and grunts of agreement, though it didn't sound like anyone really knew what they were agreeing with. "So I'm sure everyone would pay a little somethin' to see a cute little whore like you suck my dog's cock." Karen was still grossed out by the thought, but while Denny sounded perfectly nice there was something in his eyes that reminded Karen of Moira. She shivered involuntarily, but in that second she knew she had to do it. Looking up over her shoulder she met Renee's eyes. The younger child was looking down at her with concern. "It's okay, Renee," she mumbled. "You can take their money for me, please?" Renee's eyes widened. "You're really going to suck a dog's cock? Really?" She hadn't seen the look in Denny's eyes like Karen had. "Wow," she said, her mouth curling in disgust she was too young to hide. "You really are a total whore!" She stepped away, leaving Karen gasping and fighting back tears. But there was no time to worry about what her sister thought of her. Under Denny's gaze the naked sixth-grader leaned over awkwardly, craning her neck to get underneath the hound's belly without losing her balance. She failed and fell heavily onto one shoulder. Her legs flopped in the air, opening her cunt further to the hungry gazes of her audience. Not only to them, she discovered, as Boodle put a paw on her abdomen and leaned down to lap at the flaky crust of drying sex juices that coated her vulva. Karen groaned. Her clitoris was still swollen and throbbing and far too sensitive. She tried to rock herself back to a sitting position but couldn't. She was almost crying with frustration when she heard Denny, laughter in his voice, command the dog to lie down. It did, rolling onto its side and Karen suddenly found the tip of its pulsing rod waving under her nose. Screwing up her courage, she leaned in slowly. A pungent animal musk filled her nostrils. She fought back a gag as she opened her mouth. The smell got stronger, almost overwhelming. She was frozen there, mouth open, as she nerved herself for what she knew she had to do. Finally, she leaned forward and let the bright red point just brush her lips. Boodle made a growling yip and his hindquarters twitched, thrusting forward and suddenly Karen's mouth was full of dog cock. Karen heard a collective gasp from the men as if they hadn't really believed she would do it. The taste was strong and unpleasant. Karen gagged as the tip hit the back of her throat. She tried to move her head back but Boodle kept pushing forward and without her hands she had no way to control the penetration. Her mouth flooded with saliva and she clamped her lips tight around the bumpy, slippery shaft, fighting off the urge to vomit. Too tight - Boodle growled and nipped at Karen's thigh, not hard, but it hurt and Karen yelped as tears filled her eyes again. But then Boodle licked at her privates some more. That almost hurt, but it was the sexual hurt, the overwhelming fire that Karen had come to welcome as it licked at her limbs and her tender titties, and burned her throbbing clit until it consumed her totally. She sobbed and pushed her lips back over the pulsing organ. Dog and child lay on their sides on the dirty floor, performing an awkward sixty-nine. Boodle's tail thumped vigorously. Karen had one leg stretched out and the other bent, spreading her leaking cunny wide. She looked over Boodle's haunch to see Renee collecting money from each man, carefully smoothing out wadded bills and folding them together. Drool spilled down the side of Karen's face as she pistoned her mouth foreward and back, foreward and back. The dog's knot began swelling out of the sheath until her nose was bumping against veiny red flesh on each downstroke. Karen had to cross her eyes to see. It looked huge. She couldn't believe something that big had fit inside her, and her babycunt ached as she remembered the searing pain as Runcible had pinned her to the tabletop and stuffed her far beyond her limit. Boodle made a sustained whine, his hindquarters jerked, his cock pulsed, and suddenly Karen's mouth was full of dog semen. It jetted forcefully to the back of her throat, much harder than a person's would. It tasted like regular cum but also like Boodle smelled, rank and pungent and overwhelming. There was a lot of it, too, a lot more than any guy she'd ever sucked, and it kept coming. Her cheeks bulged out. She inhaled some and her sinuses burned and she coughed, spraying the runny goo all over the dog's short coat, and all over her face and her own hair as well. Then it was over. Boodle got up with no warning, his cock still slopping trails of cum onto Karen's face as it swung from the sheath. He trotted back to lie under the table at Denny's feet and started licking himself. Karen was left coughing on the cold floor, snot and tears and drool and semen covering her face. Her skin burned with shame, not so much because she had just given a dog a blowjob in front of a roomful of strangers, but because she wanted Boodle to lick her cunny some more. Her swollen clit stood out, throbbing and dark under the harsh fluorescent lights, straining for a touch that didn't come. She could feel her vaginal muscles quivering, frustratingly close to another orgasm. She crossed her bare legs and squeezed her thighs rhythmically. She grunted with the effort but it wasn't quite enough and her grunts became a whine of frustration. A shadow fell over her and she squinted up at Renee. Her little sister leaned forward; two heavy wings of dark brown wavy hair shadowed her eyes but her mouth was pursed in a moue of disgust. "Boy, Karen, you really did it, you sucked that dog's thingy. You're a dog-SUCKING whore now, too!" The contempt Karen heard in Renee's voice was lacerating. She opened her mouth to protest, to say no, I didn't want to, but her throat was clogged with semen and she just started coughing again. And with each cough, the still-active vibrator sent a pulse of excruciating pleasure coursing through her vagina and she realized that maybe she hadn't wanted to at first, but she would do it again as long as the dog would lick her some more. Whatever she thought, Renee's touch was gentle as she helped Karen up. Rather than pull on her leash she hoisted the older girl under her armpits, grunting with the effort until Karen was able to get shakily to her feet. She stood for a moment, head down, watching the dog semen drip from her chin and tangled blond hair onto her heaving belly and pool on the floor between her bare toes. Her body was shivering with reaction and she couldn't speak. Renee stepped into the silence. "Who wants Karen to suck them first?" "I'm telling you, you can't fucking do that in here!" The clerk's voice came from behind them. He hadn't tried to stop Karen from sucking the dog, though, and Renee turned her head to see that he was still grabbing at his wiener through his trousers. Denny spoke up. "We can use the truckers' chapel, can't we, Frankie? No one's been in there since the father got locked up for drunk driving last month. Shame to see it go to waste, don't you think?" Without waiting for a response he looked over at Renee. "You go ahead and take your little whore back there," he indicated a door at the back of the cafe area, "and I'll send the boys back one at a time. How much does your whore charge?" "Twenty dollars," Renee answered. "OK, well, I'm sure the boys will pay thirty each, and I'll just keep that extra ten for helping out. You don't mind that, do you?" Again he didn't wait for an answer. "Go on, now." Renee looked at Karen who simply stood with dull eyes downcast, her dirt-streaked body shining with sweat and crusted with drying semen. She looked back at Denny and shrugged, took up the end of Karen's leash, and headed back where Denny pointed. The tug on Karen's collar pulled her into motion, and she followed without looking up. To be continued...