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(FF/F-teen, nc, bd, voy, 1st, beast) *** Chapter 1: A Runaway Sets Out in Search of Adventure Linda didn't realize it was raining cats and dogs until the mall was closing; it was pitch dark and pouring when the teenager stepped outside, shivering as the wind whipped gusts of spray around under the side entrance canopy. She turned around to pound on the door, but the security rent-a-cop was nowhere in sight and more lights flicked off inside even as she watched. The pretty blonde's shoulders sagged as she tried to figure out whom she could call for a ride and where she would spend the night. After tonight’s ultimate screaming argument with Aunt Jane and then sneaking out to run away with some clothes and junk stuffed in a sports bag, Linda knew Auntie was guaranteed to be pissed off to the max. Despite years of reasoning, pleading and whining, Linda couldn't convince Aunt Jane to let her out of that damned all-girls private school, and living with her maiden aunt's constant nagging and control was getting to be a real drag. With no dating except for goofy school dances with chaperones everywhere and only nerdy geeks invited to the dippy dances, Linda felt all dressed up with no place to go. Auntie had raised Linda after her mom and dad were killed in a plane crash when Linda was only three, and Jane always seemed to find ways to remind the girl of the sacrifices she'd made raising her sister's little girl, like Auntie had given up her whole life for Linda's sake. Looking at how much insurance money she'd gotten control of, Linda thought, it was hard to see where any sacrifice had come into the picture. Certainly neither Linda nor Aunt Jane had ever lacked for anything for as far back as the teenager could remember. The only thing the angry blonde knew for sure was that she wasn't going back; even if she apologized and begged to come home she'd get told to walk back in the rain anyhow, so why call up to get bitched out all over again. I'll be eighteen years old in a couple months, she thought angrily, and I can't drive, I can't pick my own clothes, I can't pick my own friends, I can't date. I wear a 38D bra, I look like a million bucks in high heels; and except for the drawings in the biology text and checking out a Playgirl magazine at Joanie's house, I don't even know what a guy looks like without clothes. I've had it, she told herself angrily, I want more and I deserve more. I'm smart and sexy and ready and I want some excitement, some adventure in my life. I want to go places and see things, to learn about life for real, not this sanitized and disinfected and pre-packaged crap Auntie wants to hand me. I want to meet people and have exciting things happen to me. I want to strip in front of somebody and see their eyes pop out at how hot I am, I want to screw like a wild animal, I want to feel it so good that it makes me scream like they do in the movies. Living with her is like being a captive in my own house and I'm fed up; I'll find someplace to stay where people aren't always telling me what to do and how to act. To hell with Auntie and all her paranoia and control; I'll find someplace where people will appreciate me and teach me and give me a chance to really develop my real potential, however and whatever it is. Jamming her hands in the pockets of her skimpy windbreaker, the shivering teen braced herself to step out into the downpour. Goosebumps were already climbing up her thighs under her short skirt, in thirty seconds she'd be soaked to the skin, a real bummer since she'd celebrated her decision to run away by boosting some new underwear from the Victoria's Secret shop in the mall. The lace brassiere and string bikini panties were the kind of expensive and sexy things she always wanted and old maid Aunt Jane refused to buy or even allow Linda to buy when she earned her own money. The fancy underwire bra made her tits stand out like bullets and her nipples showed clearly through the transparent lace; Linda could just imagine getting undressed in front of somebody and seeing the look on their face when they saw her boobs on display. Bracing herself, the blonde took a deep breath; she was ready to plunge across the huge empty parking lot to the pay phones when an old panel van cruised over to the curb and stopped beside her. A young woman with long red hair cranked down the driver side window and said, "Need a ride somewhere, babes?" "God yes, you're a lifesaver, I was gonna phone my aunt and beg forgiveness, she'd shit if she knew I was here," Linda replied, "I knew she wouldn't pick me up and I was gonna have to walk and I'd get washed down a storm drain and disappear forever. Which way you headed?" "I thought I was supposed to ask where you're headed," the redhead at the wheel said with a laugh, "I'm headed where it's warm and dry, where do you wanna be on a night like this? The passenger side door handle doesn't work, just catch that side cargo door and jump in before you get soaked." The side door scraped along the slide-track as Linda jerked back on the handle; she barely noticed there was no dome light on as she plunged inside. The shivering blonde had only a brief glimpse of the dark interior, curtains just behind the front seats, a longhaired brunette thrusting something toward her. Linda barely felt the stun-gun spark against her arm, and then she pitched forward and sprawled onto the carpet. The sliding door slammed, and she twitched helplessly on the floor as the van pulled quietly out of the parking lot. It was pitch dark in the back of the van and the stunned blonde could hardly make out anything in the dim glow of streetlights from the windshield. Muscles jerking and quivering, Linda still wasn't sure what happened; there was a ringing in her ears and her hands and feet felt numb and tingly. She could see that the center bench seat was gone, leaving the middle of the van wide open; she sprawled like a broken puppet as hands pulled her floundering up onto the back seat. Confused and weak, every muscle quivering, Linda tried to focus on the curly-maned brunette sitting beside her; the woman quickly pulled the girl's right hand up to a metal ring at the top of the seat back. Linda couldn't move as the woman picked up a strip of wide velvet ribbon tied to the ring and wrapped it firmly around her wrist, tying a neat bow to anchor the teenager's arm in place. The shivering blonde couldn't make her arms or legs work as the brunette dragged her left arm up into place and tied that wrist solidly to another ring. Before Linda could say a word, the brunette wrapped a wide length of ribbon across her mouth and pulled it firmly over her lips and cheeks, making a fancy bow just beneath her ear. The twitching teenager tried feebly to kick as she felt the woman pull her left ankle over and lash it tight to something fastened to the floor. The helpless blonde's angry yells came out as muffled grunting noises while the brunette hauled her right ankle across the carpet, tying it solidly in position. When both ankles were firmly tied, she slipped Linda's shoes off and tossed them under the seat. The dark-haired girl watched as Linda heaved and jerked helplessly at the velvet straps holding her spread-eagle on the back seat. Satisfied that the captive teenager was totally unable to move, the busty brunette settled next to her and whispered in her ear. "You might as well just relax and get ready to enjoy the ride, angel," she breathed huskily, "like they say, leave the driving to us, okay? Don't worry, baby, you won't get bored, I promise; in fact, I guarantee this'll be the most exciting thing that ever happened to you." Leaving the trapped blonde struggling futilely on the back seat, the dark-haired girl stepped toward the front of the van and slipped through the curtain stretched behind the driver and passenger seats. Linda saw her silhouette against the fabric as she told the driver, "We're all set, Sally, she's nice and comfy, no problems. It's gonna work out just fine, there wasn't anyone around and nobody saw her get in; we'll just go for a cruise and take her back once she gets broke in a little." The stunned teenager jerked desperately against the ribbons at her wrists and ankles, but it felt like she was like trying to move a brick wall. Linda's brain went into screaming terror as she realized she was actually being kidnapped, and she whined and gurgled behind the ribbon gag covering her mouth. The frightened blonde abruptly froze motionless on the seat when she suddenly saw a dark mound behind the driver's seat was moving. The girl's eyes widened as the biggest German Shepherd she had ever seen got to his feet, stretched lazily and stepped back toward her. The pretty teen sat dead still and watched anxiously as the huge animal approached; she flinched when the Shepherd sniffed at her toes and his cold nose slid over her bow-wrapped ankle. Linda was rigid with fear as the big dog took another step forward and settled on his haunches between her feet. The captive blonde thought she'd simply die of plain embarrassment when the animal casually poked his muzzle under her short skirt and began sniffing his way up the smooth skin of her inner thigh. The big dog settled soundlessly between Linda's spread legs and leaned forward directly in front of her, tongue hanging as he sniffed at her lace-covered bush. The Shepherd's hot panting huffed over the horrified blonde's leg, steaming against her thighs and crotch. Linda squirmed and wriggled helplessly on the seat as the dog nosed further up between her spread legs, shoving her denim skirt higher and higher. When she felt the huge Shepherd's hot breath huffing against her new stolen panties, Linda started yelling and jerking frantically against the velvet ties again; her screams emerged as shrill nasal whining while the big dog nosed eagerly at her lace-covered crotch. The desperate teen tried swiveling her hips away from the dog's questing muzzle, but all her frantic wiggling didn't seem to discourage the animal at all. Linda screamed in shock against her velvet gag when she felt the big dog's rough tongue rasp over the lace of her panties. The horrified teenager heaved frantically against the ribbons anchoring her wrists and ankles, whining shrilly as the enormous Shepherd began delicately licking at her crotch and thighs. Linda's breath caught in her throat, squirming frenziedly as the sweltering dog-tongue rasped over the thin material stretched tight against her snatch, but the velvet touch of the Shepherd's tongue was inescapable. The frantic blonde choked and shrieked into her gag as the big dog started a slow steady lapping at her silk-sheathed pussy, his tail wagging as he drooled on the frizzy bronze pubic hair under the thin lace. The big dog panted and slavered over the struggling teenager's warm snatch, and her panties quickly soaked as aroused doggie saliva saturated her crotch. Linda sobbed and gasped for breath as the Shepherd's tongue lathered over her bush onto her thighs and then dropped back down onto the tight material that covered her twitching crotch. The long-legged blonde made a pleading whimper through the gag and shivers raced from her taut thighs over her belly; the huge Shepherd ignored the shivering blonde's desperate whining, his wide tongue stroking rhythmically against the soaked silk stretched over her sensitive clit. The big dog soundlessly continued lapping and snuffling over the trapped teenager's spread crotch, regardless of her whimpering pleading and thrashing. The hapless blonde gave another muffled shriek of horror and outrage, jerking her hips to try and escape the determined animal. She didn't realize how much her writhing was annoying the big dog until the irritated Shepherd snarled menacingly under her skirt. Linda stopped twisting and screaming, freezing in place as the angry animal snapped viciously between her legs, his gleaming fangs inches away from her bush. Linda collapsed on the seat, trembling and helpless as the Shepherd immediately continued his eager tongue job; the big dog never slowed the dedicated eager licking at her crotch. As soon as the terrified girl lay still, the animal intensified the maddening licking, tail again wagging contentedly as he slurped and drooled over the teenager's dripping blonde-haired pussy. As agonized minutes crawled past, Linda's breathing quickened and her nipples started to stiffen and stand up inside her bra; the teenager's stomach twitched with the pulse hammering in her increasingly steamy snatch. The inescapable eager tongue swarming over her lace- covered bush made the captive blonde squirm and sweat despite her terror of his gleaming fangs and the ribbons that kept her pinned motionless in the seat for him. When her agitated pussy began dripping into her drool-soaked panties, the big dog began licking harder and faster at the teenager's crotch spread open in front of him. The hair on Linda's arms was standing up and her tits broke out in goosebumps as he lapped her; she lay helpless on the seat, crying speechlessly with the excited Shepherd sitting between her trembling thighs, moaning through her nose as the fiery rough tongue danced over her throbbing pubes. As the interminable licking continued, Linda was gasping for breath so hard she couldn't even try to scream anymore. She opened her eyes and blinked frantically through the tears when there was a sudden break in the rhythm of the dog's persistent licking. When she saw the brunette moving back toward her, the desperate blonde tried to beg for help, grunting and mumbling behind the gag; her eyes brightened with hope as the dark-skinned girl settled beside her. "Hello again, angel, my name's Denise, and I know from your ID that your name is Linda. I see you've already met Rex, sweetheart," the brunette whispered, "and you're making friends so quick, too. Sally and I were sure he'd like you, and I know you're really gonna love him, angel." Linda's eyes widened with apprehension as the dark- haired girl reached forward and unzipped her windbreaker; she snapped into full-blown panic when Denise began slowly unbuttoning her blouse. The blonde writhed helplessly, shrieking against her velvet gag as the brunette spread the blouse and jacket wide, exposing Linda's round breasts with stiff nipples standing up in her fancy lace brassiere. The teenager sobbed in horror as Denise's hands moved down to her short Levi skirt and the brunette methodically popped one snap after another, opening the skirt front from the hem nearly up to her waist to give the Shepherd better access to the captive teen's lace-covered snatch. Linda's round breasts bounced as the dark-haired girl unsnapped the front-hook bra, leaving the blonde's full pink nipples quivering erect; she tried feebly to resist as the tall brunette pulled the blouse and jacket back on her shoulders and peeled the lace cups away from her jugs. Linda was too frantic to think of screaming when she felt Denise softly rubbing her tits; the gentle massage was so casual and deliberate she couldn't believe it was happening. The hapless teenager gave a muffled shriek when the brunette leaned forward and pressed her lips against the girl's stiff nipples. The feel of the brunette's kisses on her areola drove her to a frenzy of helpless thrashing and whining; the dark-haired beauty crouched close beside squirming blonde, looking up at Linda while licking sensually on the teenager's stiff and sensitive nipples. "Hearing you rolling around back here with Rex really made me so hot, babydoll," the brunette whispered, trailing kisses up Linda's neck and sighing hot breath into her ear. "I was ready to come myself just listening to you wiggling around like that, honey," she continued, drawing her nails excruciatingly over the captive blonde's tingling nipples, "and I really think sexy Rexie wants to get to know you better now that we have the chance. You just lie back and take it easy, angel, and let Denise help you relax for him, okay?" She leaned over and sucked Linda's shell-pink nipples one after another while keeping her hand pressed against the shivering teenager's throbbing pubes. Linda sobbed in despair as Denise pushed the Shepherd's muzzle away from her crotch and tugged gently at the front of the soaked panties. The desperate blonde writhed and jerked against her bonds, horrified to imagine what the big-busted brunette had in mind; she got her answer as the woman clenched her fists over the lacy front of her bikini and jerked abruptly, snapping the elastic string and pulling the shredded the panties completely away. The captive teenager screamed hysterically behind her gag as the big Shepherd lunged forward again and his slavering tongue stroked over her totally exposed pussy. In seconds his eager lapping parted the shaking blonde's drool-soaked pubic bush, leaving her delicate pink lips and throbbing clitoris completely open to the slippery probing dog tongue. "Now there, isn't that better, baby," Denise whispered to the struggling blonde, running her fingers lightly over the frantic teenager's hard nipples. "Rex really loves eating pussy, honey girl," the brunette added softly, "and I know you've never had anything as wonderful as his licking in your life. How about I just stay here and keep you company while he gives you a treat; I want to watch him make you wiggle and sweat." Linda sobbed, shivers racing over her belly and across her shaking tits; she wriggled frantically in the seat as the Shepherd's wide wet tongue washed over her open snatch, spreading her lips wide and sliding over her clit like a velvet ribbon. The big dog seemed even more intent now that her hot pussy was completely exposed to him, making a contented rumbling deep in his throat and wagging his tail as he worked delightedly on the gasping teenager. Moaning and shaking, Linda collapsed limp on the seat and dropped her head back, crying silently as the eager animal lapped maddeningly at her melting pussy. She realized she was totally helpless, tied spread-eagle and powerless to stop the obstinate animal licking eagerly between her legs. With a burst of absolute horror, Linda suddenly realized that no one would even knew she wasn't home for hours, maybe not till tomorrow morning. If Auntie didn't check to make sure Linda was still in her room, she wouldn't be missed and these crazy bitches could just let the canine monster between her legs keep on tonguing her clit until she was screaming out loud. As if he sensed her powerlessness, the dog leaned forward between her shaking thighs and shifted his lapping into high gear, his wide tongue lathering over her open pussy as fast as he could lick. In seconds, the distraught teenager was panting for breath and shaking like a leaf, her buzzing clitoris driving her wild. Shrieking shrilly against the gag, the horror-stricken blonde heaved and thrashed desperately against the ribbons pinning her wide open for the Shepherd's attention. "That's right, angel, fight it, that's real good," Denise purred, licking delicately at the frantic teenager's nipples, "work hard, you try real hard, baby. Rex really likes to feel pretty girls squirm when he eats 'em, and we just love to watch it. We want you to try everything you can think of, sweetheart, watching you fight to get away from it is really sweet." The teenager gasped with relief as the brunette straightened up and stopped sliding her tongue over Linda's stiff nipples. Her relief turned to sobs of despair when Denise reached down and casually undid the last three Levi snaps, spreading her skirt back completely open on the seat and leaving the horrified teen stripped practically naked before the eager Shepherd. "And watch it is something we all get to do, sweetheart," the brunette whispered softly, flipping a switch on the van wall, "including you." Linda whimpered as a mini-spotlight in the van roof flashed on, lighting her up, plunging the rest of the interior into blackness. Her eyes widened in disbelief as a large flat-screen color TV flashed on, facing her from the behind the driver's seat. Denise flipped another switch, and the teenager choked with horror as the screen lit up showing her tied spread-eagle on the seat with the monster Shepherd still lapping deliberately against her spread pussy. She shrieked in mortification as she saw the blinking red light of the video camera mounted on the van wall over Denise's shoulder, instantly relaying her real- time image to the screen in front of her. "That's right, baby," the brunette added, pulling Linda's clothing further back off her shoulders, "you're on Candid Camera. We got a screen in the front seat, and you get one back here. Sally and I will watch while Rex makes you feel welcome, and you get to see what we see, angel. You'll flip watching yourself come for him, baby, you wait and see." The blonde burst into choking screams again as the brunette reached down and started petting the big dog while the animal lapped deliberately at her exposed clit. The desperate teen's eyes widened with horror as the woman scratched his ears and patted the animal's neck lovingly while the Shepherd's tongue stroked rhythmically over the girl's spread bush. Linda struggled uselessly against the ribbons as Denise giggled and whispered praise and encouragement to the enthusiastic dog. "Oh yeah, all right, pretty boy," the brunette crooned to the big dog, reaching over to spread Linda's pubic bush wide for the eager Shepherd, "Pretty Linda can't stop you and I know she won't say a word about it, go ahead and do whatever you want, do it real good for her, good boy." Linda's crinkled pink nipples were now achingly hard and her belly muscles spasmed as the unrelenting doggie licking went on and on and on. There was no way the frenzied teenager could escape the stubborn animal licking eagerly at her crotch; Linda collapsed limp on the van seat, head hanging, tears rolling down her flushed cheeks. Sensing that the quivering blonde had lost all will to resist, the big dog gave a contented rumbling growl and changed to a slow-motion washing of the teenager's bare pussy, his tongue languidly flicking between her delicate inner lips and sliding over her exposed clitoris. The captive blonde's eyes darted frantically from the huge animal lapping deliberately at her spread pussy to the horrifying television image of herself, writhing helplessly under the dog's maddening licking. Within minutes, Linda was moaning through the gag and writhing against the restraints, loins throbbing as her snatch warmed under the dog's incessant licking. Her thoughts were racing and her brain screamed in panic even while she felt her pussy responding automatically to the exquisite torture of the dog's velvet tongue. "Oooohh, Jesus, that's good, that's really good, Rex, go on baby, do it nice for her now, don't stop good dog. Aaahhh, oh, mmmmmm, yes yes yes," Denise hissed through clenched teeth, watching the pulsation building in Linda's aching snatch, "do it now, Rexie, mmmmmm, yes yes yes, pretty Linda can't stand it, big dog, this pretty girl is gonna cream all over you...." Powerless to escape the bestial licking, Linda clenched her hands over the seat back, knuckles white with strain, panting for breath as waves of mounting ecstasy flooded up from her dripping snatch. Even though her thoughts clamored with fear and total mortification, the hapless teen felt her hips rolling mechanically back and forth under Rex's lingering ceaseless licking, intensifying the gratification of each slow stroke. Despite her resolve not to give in to the incredible sensation, she felt her drool-wet ass tighten with every flicker of the scalding dog tongue over her lips. Linda whimpered in despair as she watched herself on the screen, actually stretching her legs wider to the big dog, straining with the tendons on each side of her snatch stretched like cables from the pale edges of her bush to the tan skin of her inner thighs. "Jesus, yes oh yes, Linda, come now, baby," Denise whispered hoarsely in her ear, watching the struggling teenager, "I can't believe how much you love it, go ahead and come hard for us, good girl." The captive blonde's tits heaved with her panting and her thighs and calves pulsed as she trembled and twitched, ready to come on the big dog's constant skillful licking. The frantic blonde watched in horrified disbelief as Denise slid off the seat, knelt beside the big dog and ran her hand slowly over the animal's chest and across his belly, back between his hind legs. "I'll just give our big boy a little more encouragement for you, angel, what do you say," the brunette asked. "Oh, that's right, you can't say, can you," she giggled, "but that's all right, I know you wouldn't want the good boy to back off now, so I'll just make sure he knows how much you appreciate him. This will help keep him enthused and make sure he really does a good job for you, okay?" The woman's hand moved slowly between the animal's haunches, and the helpless teen retched behind the gag as she realized the brunette was deliberately stroking the dog's cock. The Shepherd whined in delight when he felt the woman's hand on his penis, and his lapping grew faster and more intense as Denise slowly masturbated him. "Oooohh, aahhhh, yeah, that's good sweetheart, that's so good, Linda, go on baby, do it for Denise now, don't stop now, girl. Aahh, oh, mmmmmm, yes yes yes," the brunette panted, seeing the orgasm pounding in the writhing teen's throbbing snatch, "please do it now for us, angel, mmmmmm, oooohhh, don't stop now, baby doll, we've gotta have it all now, come all over for us, angel girl." Linda felt like her crotch was being slowly electrocuted; it was like bolts of slow-motion lightning striking her clit and running straight up her spine. The orgasm was so intense it seemed to short- circuit her mind, leaving nothing but the mind- blowing sensation of coming and coming as Rex's incredible tongue slithered over her pulsating snatch. Back and belly muscles rock-hard, thighs and calves cramping, the moaning blonde lay paralyzed and rigid on the seat while the massive Shepherd continued panting and lapping at her melting bronze-bushed cunt. "MMmmmmmmmmm, unnnhhhhhhhh, nnnnnnnno," she shrilled through the ribbons covering her mouth, "nnnnoooo, dnnnt, aaaahhhhhh, ssttp ut, pplllzzz, unnnnhhhhhmmmmmmmm...." Her muffled pleading and frenzied moans seemed only to encourage the heavy Shepherd, who immediately burst into wanton licking at her spasming crotch. Linda's brain exploded into a fireball of orgasm and frenzied panic as Rex's inescapable tongue probed between her exquisitely sensitive lips and slid up inside her dripping cunt. Tears slid down her face and dripped from her rigid nipples as the frantic teenager squirmed on the mind-boggling orgasm. Howling and whining around the ribbon gag, the girl stared at the screen in horrified disbelief as Denise watched her come, petting the panting dog, rubbing his ears and neck, slowly stroking the animal's dick and whispering praise as he snuffled and drooled over Linda's dripping bronze-bushed pussy. The orgasm seemed to last forever, leaving the shuddering teenager exhausted and gasping, rolling her hips slowly under the big dog's exquisite licking. Linda was stunned and horrified when Rex just kept on lapping eagerly at her dripping, quivering snatch. Obviously delighted by the taste of the panting teenager's saturated pussy and excited by the brunette's hand on his cock, the huge Shepherd seemed determined to keep right on licking no matter how Linda reacted now. As the shaking blonde carefully tried to shift her ass further back on the seat, Rex abruptly reared up on his haunches and clamped his forepaws over her legs; the dog's powerful shoulder muscles easily shoved her thighs farther apart, holding her snatch wide open and keeping her hips pinned inescapably at the edge of the seat. Linda whined desperately to the watching brunette as the big dog continued lathering at her dripping snatch; her gaze locked on Denise's face, eyes pleading for relief from the mind-blowing animal lapping between her legs. The sweating blonde moaned in disbelief when the smiling brunette picked up the teenager's ruined panties with one hand without ever letting go of the big dog's cock, and stretched up to wipe away the sweat trickling down the girl's forehead. "There now, that's better for you, huh babes," Denise crooned softly, blotting Linda's tears with the scrap of lace, "Denise knows how Rex can make a good girl sweat, and we wouldn't want anything to distract your attention from his wonderful tongue, now would we? Oh yes I know, don't worry, sweetheart," she added, smiling as the captive blonde wriggled frantically and muffled begging whined behind the gag, "I know how much you want to give up some more of that hungry pussy for him; don't you worry, angel, Denise isn't gonna make him stop. Now I'm sure you'd like a little privacy while you get to know our big boy better. I'll tell you what, baby doll, you just relax here and let sexy Rexie work you over and I'll go on up front, okay?" Ignoring the frenzied blonde's muffled keening, the brunette gave a final squeeze on the Shepherd's cock, bent over the girl and kissed her lingeringly on each nipple, then slipped back through the curtain to the front of the van. Linda sobbed and struggled desperately against the ribbons as the huge Shepherd lowered his head over her snatch again. Twisting and writhing on the seat, the sweat-drenched blonde moaned incoherently to the big dog as her sanity dissolved and gushed out through her pulsating pussy. Rex growled deep in his throat as her spastic snatch pumped juices over his dripping tongue. Every time she looked up from the animal lapping at her snatch, Linda's eyes locked on the TV screen, seeing herself lashed in place for the big dog's deliberate licking. Gritting her teeth behind the gag that kept her from screaming aloud, the frenzied teenager heaved futilely against the seat back, her head rolling from side to side as her crotch exploded in waves of pounding orgasm. The excited Shepherd lathered warm slaver all over her gaping snatch and slippery thighs, sensual tongue dancing maddeningly over the clamping ring muscle of her drool-soaked ass. The mewling blonde felt like she was drowning in tidal waves of surging come, one rush of explosive orgasm after another gushing from her steaming pussy straight up her spine to crash into her numbed brain. Twitching, shuddering, Linda whined feebly and panted for breath as Rex lapped and slobbered over her saturated crotch. As the incredible shuddering spasms shook her bobbing jugs, she realized with horror that the huge animal still refused to back off and the enthusiastic velvet tongue was still there. Muffled cries and groans turned into a constant nasal moaning as the hysterical teenager thrashed helplessly on the seat with the eager Rex crouched between her thighs. "MMmmmmmmmmm, unnnhhhhhhhh, nnnnnnnno," she shrilled through the ribbons over her mouth, "nnnnoooo, dnnnt, aaaahhhhhh, ssttp ut, pplllzzz, unnmmmm...." Her muffled pleading and frenzied moans seemed to always encourage the big dog, who immediately burst into delighted licking at her spasming crotch. Linda's mind dissolved into a red cloud of orgasm and squirming desire as the dog's inescapable tongue probed between her exquisitely sensitive lips and slid up inside her dripping cunt. Tears slid down her face and dripped from her throbbing nipples as the frantic squirming teenager started on another mind-boggling orgasm. Howling and whining through the gag, she found herself now straining toward the panting Shepherd and pressing her knees against his shoulders as he snuffled and drooled over her avid bronze-bushed pussy; she was frantic with mortification and shame as she watched herself on the screen, heaving forward, thrusting her snatch toward the animal's steady tonguing. The frantic blonde had forgotten about the TV screen up front until she heard the redhead and the brunette applauding from the front seat; she gave a muffled shriek of anguish as she realized the women had been watching every minute of her writhing orgasms with the eager Shepherd. The helpless teenager gave a strangled moan of dismay when the redhead's voice floated back from the driver's seat. "That's right, baby, give it up for the big dog," Sally said with a laugh, "you just keep creaming real pretty for our big boy's tongue, that's a good girl. Come hard, angel, you look just fine doing that with him." "Look at her, Sal, the little bitch is dying for it," Denise exclaimed in delight, "she's a natural, I'm telling you, look at her going for it, he's got her half crazy already." The mortified blonde sobbed in humiliation as the brunette chuckled and added, "Good boy, Rexie, you're a good good dog; make Linda happy, good boy, lick her good, that's a good dog. Lick the pussy, Rex, that's my good boy." Limp as a dishrag and shivering uncontrollably, Linda groaned and giggled dementedly through the strip of muffling velvet, wriggling and thrusting her bush at the eager animal crouched slavering between her thighs. Alternately begging, screaming and laughing behind the gag, she gripped the seat back with both hands and stared in fascinated horror at the TV screen, knowing the women were watching as she spread her thighs wide to hold her dripping lips apart, exposing her throbbing and demanding clit to Rex's velvet tongue. After hours of mind-blowing doggie cunnilingus, the frenzied blonde could no longer even recognize any separate orgasms; she felt herself coming and coming and still coming, a cyclic quivering orgasm that went on and on as the dedicated animal lapped and licked at her frenzied bronze snatch. Linda was never sure how many times she fainted; she passed out coming and woke up shuddering in another orgasm with the eager Shepherd still lapping at her gushing snatch. She sobbed in mortification as she watched herself writhing in ecstasy on the TV screen and fainted again as another thunderous orgasm blasted up her spine. When she finally came back to consciousness, the van was stopped, the Shepherd was gone, and she found Denise and Sally sitting on either side of her. "Well hi, sugar, welcome back," the redhead said with a smile, "looks like you had a little nap while we drove; it's a good thing we had Rex handy to lick you to sleep, isn't it? I'm sorry we didn't get a chance to talk sooner, but I was busy driving and Denise told you were tied up getting to know our big puppy. Now in just a minute you're gonna get some clothes back on, baby," she added, running her hands slowly over Linda's full tits, "but we have a little present for you first." Linda stared as Denise reached into a cardboard box and brought out something wrapped in tissue paper; it took the stunned blonde a few seconds to realize that the brunette was holding up a wide ornate collar with a D- ring and a miniature padlock on the buckle. The heavy leather band was almost three inches wide and an inch thick, lined with velvet, heavily worked in shiny, chunky gold studs. "Now pay attention and listen close, Linda, 'cause this is important for you. Your gift is a very special one," the redhead said with a smile, "we made it just for girls like you, the ones we want to teach to be real good. You're going to learn a lot of new things while you stay with us and sometimes you'll get so excited that you'd have trouble following instructions. This gadget is just like the shock collars they use to train police dogs, but we've kind of stepped up the voltage a little; and we took special care to make it real pretty for you so you'll look cute wearing it." The exhausted teen was too weak to move when Denise slowly fitted the heavy collar around her throat and pulled the strap tight. When she was satisfied the fit, the brunette carefully slipped the padlock's U through the buckle tongue and carefully closed the lock; Linda felt two tiny cold spots press against the back of her neck as the lock clicked shut. "Remember the stun gun Denise used when you got in the van," Sally continued, while the brunette snapped a chain leash to the D-ring, "well, your collar is just like that except it's radio-controlled from this remote unit. If we think you need reminded to listen and do what you're told," the redhead held up a small black box like a TV remote control, "just a push of this button will definitely get you back on track. It's really a time-saver for us and I'm sure you won't have a problem getting used to taking directions." While Sally clipped the remote to her belt, brunette Denise knelt in front of the seat with a big pair of scissors and cut away the ribbons around the blonde's ankles. The numb teenager slowly pulled her legs together as the redhead took the scissors and started snipping at the ribbons anchoring the girl's left wrist. Linda's wrists and ankles were chafed and sore from hours of jerking and twisting against the velvet straps. "You can button your blouse and skirt when your hands are loose, sweetheart," Sally told her, peeling the ribbons off her wrist, "and then we'll all go inside and get you settled in." She handed the shears to Denise, who clipped the ribbons from the blonde's other arm. As Linda started fixing her clothes with trembling fingers, the brunette glanced at Sally, who nodded and then said, "Denise wants to get that last piece of ribbon off your pretty mouth, angel, and that's okay if you promise to be good. That means no screaming, no crying, no freaking out, understand?" The redhead tapped the control at her belt and Linda nodded immediately. "That's real good, baby," Sally said with a smile, "I can tell already you're going to be a real good girl for us, don't you think, Denise?" The brunette untied the flashy bow from the corner of Linda's jaw and then peeled the ribbon out of her mouth in one quick snap. The teenager flinched and gasped but she remembered Sally's warning and was careful not to yell. Linda nervously licked her dry lips and Denise immediately leaned forward and kissed her full on the mouth, her tongue sliding between the blonde's stinging lips and squirming in her mouth. The shocked teenager instinctively started to raise her hands, but the brunette grabbed both wrists and held them at her sides while Sally said sharply, "No no, good girl, be still." Linda stopped instantly and Denise let go of her wrists and continued the passionate French kiss, her hands roaming over the trembling blonde's body. When Denise finally pulled her tongue out of Linda's mouth, the brunette was breathing hard and the stunned teenager could see her erect nipples standing up under her shirt. "Good girl, Linda, that's real good, angel," Denise crooned, picking up the end of the leash that dangled from the collar, "let's go in where we can all be more comfortable, okay?" Linda nodded and stepped out of the van behind the brunette, trying to keep some slack in the length of silver chain. Linda was amazed to see the sun high in the sky as they climbed out of the van, and the teenager blinked and squinted in the morning brightness. They were parked near a big frame house somewhere out in open country, and Linda couldn't see any other houses anywhere. A long gravel driveway stretched off to vanish into a stand of tall evergreen trees, and walls of dense brush blocked the edges of the acreage surrounding the house. There was a huge barn with chain-link fencing set back behind the house, and Linda started shaking as she heard multiple deep-throated barking from that direction. She turned to Sally as the redhead slid the van door shut and saw the lettering she had missed last night in the rain: Fox & Hounds Kennels. "Please, Denise, please, where are we, what are we doing here," she pleaded, "why did you bring me here, please please let me go. You can't just drag me away like this, I want to go home. I promise I won't tell anybody what happened, please let me go, you've got to let me go." "Oh, I think you really need stay with us for a while, baby," Sally replied breezily, "you look exhausted, angel, you need to stay a while and get rested up. We just met last night and we've haven't had a chance to know you yet. And we really do want to know you real well, good girl, don't we Denise?" "Oh yes, I agree with Sally," the brunette purred with a smile, "you just can't leave yet, angel, I want to get to know you much better myself. And then there're all the puppies to think about; there are just lots of things you have to learn about taking care of all the dogs. After all, this is Fox and Hounds Kennel, you know." "I don't care, I really don't care at all and I don't want to stay here," Linda said, her voice quavering, "I don't know anything about dogs, I don't know anything about kennels and--" "Don't you worry about that, honey," Sally interrupted with a laugh, "we're going to teach you a whole lot about dogs, and I just know you'll catch on fast. You'll love taking care of them once you get used to it, believe me, and I'll bet you won't even want to leave after you find out how well they can take care of a good girl like you. Now get your sweet little ass inside so we can get started, understand?" Sally turned and started toward the house, and Linda flinched as Denise gave a brief tug on the leash and followed after the redhead. The teenager trailed along behind the brunette, wincing, stepping carefully as the sharp gravel shifted under her bare feet. She tried pleading once more as they started up the steps to the wide front porch. "Denise, please tell me what's going on here," she begged as Sally unlocked the front door, "what kind of place is this, why did you bring me here, please tell me." "All right, angel, I'll tell you what it's all about," the brunette replied, leading her inside with a gentle tug on the leash, "though you ought to be able to figure it out for yourself by now. You read it on the van, Fox & Hounds Kennel, right?" Linda nodded and said, "Yes, I saw it, but--" "Well, think about it, angel," Denise interrupted with a sudden giggle, "Sally and I already have all the hounds we need, honey; we picked you up because we think you're a real fox." "But, but, this is crazy, you aren't making any sense and I don't understand it," the teenager stammered, "find somebody who wants to work in a kennel, put an ad in the paper or something. Can't you understand, I don't want to feed them, I don't want to clean up after them, I'm not interested in learning about taking care of a bunch of other people's dogs, okay?" The brunette and the redhead burst into laughter; Denise laughed so hard she dropped the end of the leash and held her sides, gasping for breath. "Linda, Linda, you still haven't quite got the picture, sweetheart," the redhead said, "let me explain this once and for all." Sally stared straight into Linda's eyes as she continued quietly, "This isn't a boarding kennel, angel, people don't bring dogs here for us to keep and we aren't going to teach you about feeding or cleaning up after them. We raise and keep Shepherds and Great Danes and Irish wolfhounds; Fox and Hounds is a breeding kennel, baby." "What's that supposed to mean?" the teenager whispered, turning pale at the mention of German Shepherds. "That's what we mean about taking care of them, good girl," Denise whispered huskily, "Our big boys just love to fuck and they need to get fucked a lot, baby. We need someone to take care of their urges when they aren't doing stud service, Linda; we're gonna teach you how to fuck 'em just the way they like it. And you're gonna love learning how to do it for them." Linda felt literally sick with horror as the brunette's words sank in; she kept looking from Denise to Sally, praying that it was an insane joke. The two women smiled back at her without a word, and the teenager felt a flash of stark terror as she suddenly realized that while the redhead and the brunette might be crazy, they weren't joking at all. The panic-stricken blonde went weak in the knees as she recalled Denise's voice praising and encouraging Rex in the dark back of the van, petting the big dog approvingly while the giant Shepherd licked her into a twitching panic. The teenager started shivering uncontrollably and she could almost feel the brunette's tongue sliding over her nipples again. She glanced desperately toward the door, but Sally tapped the control at her belt and snapped, "No, good girl, stay." Linda's mind was racing and she nearly retched as she suddenly understood that both Denise and Sally had from the very beginning literally talked to her like she was a pet dog. Tears filled the shaking teenager's eyes and she hung her head, sobbing harshly as the blurred sparkles hanging from her neck reminded her that she was still wearing the silver chain leash. Linda barely felt Denise softly stroking her hair and whispering soothingly in her ear; she shuddered in total horror as she realized that the brunette was actually petting her and crooning, "Easy, good girl, take it easy, it's all right, you're a good good girl..." "Oh Jesus, please, Denise, Sally, no more, please no," Linda whispered pleadingly, shivers racing over her belly and up across her shaking tits, "You really can't do this to me, I can't just stay here and let you do that to me, please please don't do that to me, it's too awful to even think about, please please don't..." "Just take it easy, good girl, we wouldn't want to hear you start screaming now, and there's nobody around to hear it anyway, honey," the brunette said tranquilly, panting warm breath into the shivering blonde's ear. "You mustn't scream and you can't run, that's all you need to think about right now. Don't be afraid, good girl, just think about having a good time, learning a few tricks, before you know it you'll be coming your brains out for us." The dark-haired woman gave Linda a tender kiss on the cheek as she picked up the leash once again, saying, "We'll take good care of you and we'll teach you everything you need to know, angel, but you've got to relax and cooperate, you hear? If you start making a lot of noise or try and skip out, you'll just make us have to sting you with that collar and then you'll have to stay in a pen in the barn, you wouldn't like that at all, would you good girl." "I know what will make her feel better," Sally said to Denise, taking the leash from the brunette's hand, "let's take our angel girl upstairs and show her all the pretty things we have for her, I'm sure she'll like that." The redhead tugged once on the silver chain and started down the hall toward the stairs, adding, "Come on, good girl, come with Sally." Numb with horror, the sobbing teenager obediently followed the redhead upstairs, shuddering as Denise continued petting her gently, up the stairs and down the wide hallway. "This is my room here," Sally explained as she led the shivering blonde along the upstairs hall, "and Denise's room is just down there." The redhead pulled a key from her pocket and unlocked the heavy carved-oak door in front of them, adding, "And this room is for you, good girl, right between us so we can always be close. It's nice to be nearby, sometimes Denise or I might want to visit you during the night." The room was enormous, and Linda thought distractedly that it must have been two rooms originally, they must have taken out a wall to make it so big. The place was beautifully decorated in pale green and blue, with ruffled green gauze curtains over the four tall windows set in the long wall. Linda's silver leash tightened as Sally led her to the windows and pulled back a curtain, saying "You'll get lots of nice sunshine in here, angel, and you can look out over almost all the grounds in the back yard." Linda stared out, ignoring the view and looking at the ornate wrought-iron curlicues that stretched across the outside of the windows and bolted to the window frames. All four windows in the room were covered with the elegant wrought-iron work, swirling decorative patterns that almost kept the girl from realizing that they were bars. She turned away from the window with her gut in a knot, studying the layout of the huge and tastefully decorated cage. The couch and two matching overstuffed chairs were massive, upholstered in beautiful pale-blue velvet, and the enormous four-poster waterbed looked deliciously comfortable, the luxurious embroidered velvet spread pulled down to show off the jade-green pillowcases and an incredible white bearskin throw instead of sheets. There was a giant bevel-edged mirror, eight feet wide and seven feet high, in an ornate gilt frame against the wall opposite the windows, with a monster dresser on one side and an elaborately paneled oak armoire on the other. When the teenager took a second, closer look around the elegant room her heart began pounding and shivers crawled up her back. All of the gorgeous furniture, couch, chairs and bed, had several heavy D-rings or screw-eyes strategically positioned; everything in the room was massive and heavy, Linda suddenly saw, and had been specially made to fasten leashes and chains on. "And look at all the stuff we have here to keep you pretty, angel girl," Denise said, motioning her toward the big brass-and-glass vanity table, "colognes and lotion, shampoo and bath oil, just everything a good girl needs." Sally dropped the leash as Linda moved toward the table; the blonde's eyes widened when Denise pulled open a drawer and she saw several vibrators scattered among the bottles of oils and tubes of creamy lotion. "If there's perfume you really like and we don't have it, we'll get it for you, sweetheart," the brunette added, running her fingers caressingly over one of the dildos and closing the drawer, "we'll get you anything you want to pretty up and smell delicious for us. But wait till you see this, angel, come look at all the pretty things for you to wear." Denise snagged the end of the dangling leash with one hand and led the trembling blonde over to the huge oak armoire, crooning, "Come on, pretty girl, come here with me." Sally opened the double doors of the armoire as Denise pulled Linda forward with gentle tugs at the leash. The blonde's heart sank as she saw that the armoire was filled with lacy peignoirs, short sheer nighties and camisoles and transparent silk tunic robes; the base of the giant closet was a jumble of jewel-trimmed high- heel mules and open-toe ankle-strap sandals with heels so high she wondered if anyone could even walk in them. Linda stared in amazement as Denise opened a drawer in the massive dresser on the other side of the mirror, pulling up fistfuls of lace babydoll nighties and hip length see-through tunics. The brunette shoved the drawer closed and opened the next one, showing her a collection of silk and lace garter belts and dozens of pairs of real thigh-high silk stockings, some with delicate lacy patterns or sprays of tiny rhinestones up the calves. Staring at the drawers and drawers of exotic lace, ribbons and silk, the blonde slowly began to realize the full dimensions of what Sally and Denise had planned for her. Denise had shown her everything behind the armoire doors and in every drawer, and it was all just lingerie; there were no actual street clothes anywhere in the room. Linda's face must have betrayed her thoughts, and the blonde's shoulders slumped when the Denise answered the question the teenager was afraid to ask. "You don't need any heavy ugly clothes any more, sweetheart, you're not going anywhere," the brunette said softly, "and I want to be able to see everything about you any time I want." She reached up with the hand holding Linda's leash, trailed her fingers gently along the trembling blonde's cheek, down her neck and into the collar of her half-buttoned blouse and added, "If we want you to wear anything at all, we'll give you what we want you wear and tell you when you can wear it." She looked straight into Linda's eyes as she slipped her hand inside the teenager's blouse and whispered, "There's not any underwear in there either, lover; you'd just have to keep taking it off all the time for us anyway." The blonde shivered as the cool chain-links slid over her bare skin while Denise's fingers softly stroked the upper curves of her breasts. The brunette's gentle caressing raised goosebumps on the girl's round jugs and Denise giggled as she felt them prickle up under her fingertips; she pointed with her other hand and Linda gasped at her reflection in the full-length mirror, face flushed and blouse half-open, being felt up casually by the slender brunette. "That's the way it is, angel, Denise is so right," Sally said with a smile, "and there's really no better time to start on your program than now. Take off all your clothes, good girl." "I'm not gonna do that, Sally, I won't do that," Linda said desperately, "please don't make me do it, please please don't--" the blonde broke off in mid-sentence as Denise abruptly dropped the leash and stepped back next to Sally. "Take all your clothes off, good girl, take them off now," the redhead said sharply. "You have to learn to take directions, baby; if I have to tell you again it's going to hurt. This is the last warning. Now strip for us, good girl." Sally dropped her hand to her side and rested her fingertips on the control button of the shock collar. Linda shook her head and a bolt of lightning blasted straight down her back; she hadn't even seen the redhead's finger move when it hit. The instantaneous jolt hammered the teenager to the floor and was over before she hit the soft carpet. It was like being blown apart in the blink of an eye; one second she was starting to say no, the next instant she was lying on the floor crying, twitching uncontrollably, trying not to pee on the rug. Linda couldn't even tell if she was actually hurt, the feeling was too intense. It felt like she was completely numb and yet tingling, almost burning prickling sensations raced through her nerves. Her arms and legs trembled and jerked spastically, she kept trying to get up on her hands and knees, finally succeeded and crouched shivering and sobbing at the redhead's feet. She was barely aware of Denise moving close to kneel beside her. "Take it easy, good girl, it's all right now," the brunette murmured soothingly, stroking her back and brushing the hair back off her forehead, "you're okay, just take it easy. You're all right, good girl, easy now. You just rest here by me for a minute, sweetheart, and then you can stand up. It's all right, good girl, take it easy. Let Denise help you, baby." In spite of her fears, Linda found herself leaning against the dark-haired woman as Denise crooned reassurance and petted her on the head and down her aching back. The stunned teenager's breath caught in her throat when the brunette slowly leaned over her and kissed her on the lips again; in a rush of tearful gratitude, Linda returned the woman's passionate kiss as Denise helped her climb shakily to her feet. "Oh how sweet, angel, thank you, what a good girl you are," Denise purred huskily, "that's really beautiful. And see, you're feeling all better now, I can tell. Now you look at Sally and tell her you're sorry, okay? It's all right, she's not mad at you, really good girl, it's okay, just tell Sally you're sorry and we'll forget it ever happened. Go on now." Linda slowly raised her head and found Sally's green eyes studying her patiently; the redhead gave a faint smile as the trembling teenager whispered, "I'm sorry, Sally; please don't be mad, I--I won't be bad again, I promise." "It's all right, good girl, really it is," the redhead said, giving her a warm smile, "we can't stay made at a good girl like you, we just can't. I'm sorry it had to happen, angel, but you simply have got to learn to follow directions, that's all. Denise is right, we should just forget it ever happened and start all over again, what do you say?" "Whatever you say, Sally," the blonde replied meekly, "I'd like to try again if that's what you want." "That's my good girl," Sally said encouragingly, "you're really learning fast, doing so well. Let's do start again. Take off all your clothes, Linda. Strip for us, good girl." Linda took a deep, gasping breath and began reluctantly stripping while the brunette and the redhead watched her expectantly. She shrugged out of the open windbreaker and let it slide off her back and slither to the floor; the blonde's fingers trembled as she fumbled blindly for the buttons on her blouse, undoing the cuffs first and then working slowly up from the hem. Denise and Sally were staring at her every move as the teenager pulled the blouse back from her shoulders and let it drop at her feet. Linda whimpered and closed her eyes as she unsnapped the front of her lace brassiere; she felt cool air on her exposed nipples and tears rolled down her cheeks as she heard both women take a sudden deep breath. The blonde's full firm breasts jiggled as she shrugged the straps off her shoulders and the brassiere fell away and down her back. Linda tried staring straight ahead at nothing and found her reflection looking back at her, half-naked and wearing a heavy collar and a chain, with beautiful women on each side watching as she stripped for them. She gave a choking sob as she reached down and yanked at the snaps of her Levi skirt, jerking them all loose at once and flinging the skirt across the room. Stark naked, Linda waited with her head hung in silence for as long as she could stand it; when she finally looked up, Sally and Denise were studying her in wide- eyed anticipation. "I took them all off for you, Sally," she whispered softly. Continued in chapter 2... ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ This story was written as an adult fantasy. The author does not condone the described behavior in real life. ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ Kristen's collection - Directory 59