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All My Regrets (Mf, beast, 1st)
by SSC (sshieldsus@yahoo.com)
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A mixture of real events and fantasies about what
happened to me as a young girl. Parts one and two deal
with my rape by a dog and then the dog's owner.
****This story is part truth and part fantasy, but I
will never tell which parts. If you want to read more
just wait, parts 3 and 4 are on their way. ****
All My Regrets: Parts 1 and 2
By: SSC
Our house sat on a quiet street in a small town about 20
miles north of Birmingham, at that time our nearest
neighbor was about a ten-minute walk away. Of course now
the area is filled with subdivisions and yuppies, but at
that time it was a peaceful quiet place to grow up. We
had a low fence surrounding our backyard just to keep
animals from tearing up the place but not high enough to
keep anyone from getting in.
Of course since our house was essentially surrounded by
about 40 miles of forest there were no worries about
burglars. My parents made a good living running a law
firm, dad was the senior partner and mom worked as the
office manager. This was the early 80's so even though
she was probably smarter than him and also had a law
degree that was the only job she was offered. I had been
attending a co-ed private school called Merritt for the
last several years and would graduate in the spring then
begin attending high school, which of course I was very
excited about.
It was a fairly warm day for late fall, school was out
for a teacher workday and my parents were both going to
be at work for the next several hours. I wasn't supposed
to use the pool without someone around to watch me, but
since no one could conceivably catch me I changed into my
swimsuit and went outside to swim. As I walked across the
grass feeling it tickle my toes I thought about my
homework for that night and paid no attention to anything
going on around me.
As I said it was a late fall day but still fairly warm
yet and the birds had yet to fly further south nor had
the squirrels gone into hibernation. But I don't remember
really noticing any of this as I walked out to the pool
that day, removed the cover, and slipped into the water.
I remember wanting to get a tan but the sun was partly
covered that afternoon so instead I just swam around in
the pool. It was at least two hours before the sun came
out strong enough, at which time I climbed out of the
pool, spread out a towel and lay down on it. I lay there
for a while reading a book when I began to feel somewhat
drowsy so I put the book aside and lay down to nap.
At this point I guess I should tell you that I was a
virgin. Having no boys nearby to play doctor with and no
opportunity at school I had never even been kissed by a
boy other than a quick one on a dare when I was in
kindergarten. I had a general idea of what sex only
because the books I read often mentioned it in passing
usually when two characters "gave into their passions".
I had also heard a little about it in church, where the
pastor told us that it was an evil thing and that if we
participated in it we would go to hell. Looking back I am
not sure if I ever took it seriously or not, I had
reached puberty and was beginning to get my period (I was
on my period when this happened) but sex just wasn't
something that seemed very interesting, inviting, or even
accessible so I just didn't think about it.
I, of course, don't remember falling asleep but I do
remember being awoken abruptly to a noise outside the
fence. I couldn't have been asleep that long because the
sun really hadn't moved that far. The noise sounded very
different from the normal ambient background I was used
to around the house. Normally out by the pool you can
hear leaves and sometimes branches falling to the ground,
the squirrels running around looking for nuts, and the
occasional possum or deer also hunting for food through
the leaves. This sound was similar to those, I could hear
leaves and branches rustling but the animal itself
sounded bigger than I was used to.
I got up and walked over to the fence holding my towel
around me and gazed out into the forest. I couldn't see
very far in because of the closeness of the trees and
bushes, but I didn't see anything moving, nor could I
hear anything anymore. Thinking it was probably a deer I
walked back over beside the pool and lay down. I had
almost drifted off again when I heard a thump from behind
me and the sound of feet. I jumped up from the blanket
and looked around, but no one was there. As I turned
around to lay back down I heard a growl and that's when I
saw him.
Standing on all four legs watching me from about ten feet
away was a dog. I had always wanted a dog and my parents
had bought me several books with pictures so that I could
pick out the one I wanted, but they never did buy it for
me. The one in front of me must have been a mutt because
it looked like a combination of a pit bull and a golden
retriever. It stood there staring at me with its yellow
eyes, watching my every move. Not knowing what to do I
decide to stand up and calmly walk away but as I began to
get to my feet the dog suddenly moved closer and began
growling again. I paused for a moment, trying to figure
out what to do.
When the dog just stood there I started to stand again,
he jumped forward bared his teeth and started barking. He
was less than a foot from me and I could smell his breath
in the air as he looked at me. I was so scared I couldn't
even think straight, but I knew that if I got up and
tried to run he would probably catch me and hurt me. So I
slowly lay back down on the blanket, keeping my eyes on
him. When I was prone on the ground again he moved
forward slowly and stuck his snout in my face and barked,
this scared me so bad I started to cry. He began
wandering around me, sniffing at me and every once in a
while he would scratch at me, leaving small red marks on
my arm. Maybe I should try talking to him I thought.
"Good dog, Good dog. " I said, " Can I pet you good
doggie?"
I kept trying this tactic but he ignored me and kept up
his inspection. He had made almost two full trips around
me when he finally stopped on my left side and began
concentrating on my butt. I started to squirm a little
when he stuck his nose right between my legs, when I
moved he began to growl again. I was wearing a one-piece
swimsuit, which covered my ass completely (why wear a two
piece, no one could see it?). I was looking back watching
him; he kept nudging my butt with his snout and then
looking up at me.
I had no idea what he wanted, if I had I would have run
and because I was going to get hurt either way. He waited
for a minute or so for me to do something and when I
didn't he moved over behind me and sat down on my legs.
He wasn't a large dog overall, but very heavy and I found
that I had trouble even moving my legs. That is when he
started to make his move. He reached up with his forelegs
and began digging at my ass with his claws scratching
long bloody marks through the suit and on my tender skin.
I began screaming and crying but he didn't care, he just
kept at it as fast as he could until the bottom of the
suit tore off and fell beside us.
Completely in shock I just lay there with him sitting on
me, tears running down my eyes, blood running down my
exposed and brutalized ass. Turning to look behind me I
could see the dog looking down at my butt, then he bent
over and began to lick the blood off of me. Then he
slowly moved his tongue down into my crotch. When he ran
its rough surface over my vagina I jumped involuntarily,
at which point he started growling again. When he was
satisfied I wasn't going to move anymore he resumed his
inspection of me. I couldn't stop crying, I had never
hated anything more! No one had ever touched me there
sexually including me and now this disgusting dog was
licking at me!
This continued on for several minutes and I eventually
stopped crying. Then I began to get truly afraid, what
was this dog going to do? Was he going to kill me or hurt
when he finished doing whatever he was doing? What if my
parents came home and caught me? Thinking back now this
actually felt good but I was too scared to appreciate it.
The dog continued licking me, his long tongue exploring
into my special place.
I don't know how long this went on but when he was
finally finished and stood up my crotch was wet from
blood, dog saliva, and my own juices. He got up on all
fours and began barking at me. I turned around to look at
him, having no idea what he wanted. He kept staring at me
and barking then put his head down on my ass and gave me
a little push. I still didn't move because I was afraid
he would hurt me again. He barked and pushed again. When
I still didn't move he bit me.
To this day I can still feel his teeth sinking into my
tiny thigh and squeezing it. I don't remember ever
feeling such pain before or since and I screamed as loud
as I could while trying to pull my legs up under my body
in an effort to get them away from him. Unfortunately for
me, that's just what he wanted.
I was sitting there with my head on the ground, my legs
pulled up under my body, in the perfect position for him
to get exactly what he was after. He jumped up and rested
his legs over my shoulders; I could feel the fur of his
belly rubbing on my back. His erect penis rubbed against
my ass for a few seconds before he hunched his body and
drove it straight into my bloody virgin pussy! Since I
was already wet from saliva, blood, and my own juices the
insertion itself didn't hurt that much but it was an
amazing shock!
I had never had anything in me before, not even my own
fingers and the newness of it surprised me enough that I
stopped struggling for a few seconds giving the dog time
to anchor himself on my body and then thrust his swollen
cock even further into my pussy. Here he met resistance
when the head of his cock hit my hymen, he paused
briefly, pulled most of his length back out and then
shoved it back in again as hard as he could breaking the
hymen and sending waves of pleasure and pain through my
body.
I must have screamed again because he started barking.
Panicked I began to try and scamper away on my hands and
knees but he was much stronger than I was and held on to
me, although my efforts did make him stop fucking me. I
managed to go about four feet towards the house when I
felt his teeth on my shoulder and his jaws clamp down
hard enough to hurt but not break the skin, I froze in
place. When I stopped moving he relaxed again, gave a
short bark, and then resumed his violation of my body.
There was nothing I could do. I could scream for help but
no one would hear me, I couldn't run or fight because he
would probably kill me, so reluctantly I slowly put my
head to the ground and took it. He took this as a sign of
acceptance and barked, then began moving his body around
until he finally had the position he wanted. Then his
body started moving back and forth as fast as he could
shoving his cock deep into my tiny pussy.
From my vantage point I could look under my body and see
it happening, see his purple cock shaft penetrating me
over and over, blood and juice leaking out of me from the
pressure. He pushed it into and out of me, its smooth
surface sliding inside my body and with every thrust it
felt better and better. I was humiliated and embarrassed
by what was happening to me, and I couldn't stop crying,
but a part of me was secretly enjoying it. Every thrust
produced a low moan of pleasure from my body and fresh
tears of shame from my eyes.
As his thrusting came faster and faster I could hear him
over my shoulder breathing heavy and drooling on my back
from his open mouth. The sensations of pleasure at his
actions were flooding my body and overriding the pain he
had caused me, my body responded on its own pushing back
against him in time with his humping. This just excited
him more and he started even faster filling me up inside.
I knew I was moaning in heat, knew I was enjoying it,
wanted it to last forever... then I felt him spasm and a
new sensation in my pussy like it was filling up with a
liquid, he was cumming in me! Right then, my first orgasm
hit and it drove me to the ground! My whole body was on
fire with ecstasy and light! Then just as suddenly it was
over and he removed himself from me.
I lay there on the ground leaking blood and mixed cum all
over the grass when the realization of what I had done,
what had just happened to me came flooding back. A filthy
animal had raped me, a stray dog in my own backyard. and
worse I had on some level enjoyed it. It took me a minute
or so to compose myself after which I began to crawl
towards the house, not looking back because I was afraid
of seeing him looking at me. I didn't get far when I
heard another growl, and felt him push on my ass again
with his head.
"Oh god!" I said out loud "Oh god please no... don't...
good doggie please go away... Please..."
But of course he didn't understand a word I was saying,
all he knew was that I was still there and he wasn't done
yet. I thought for a moment about running for the house,
making him work for raping me, but before I could I felt
his jaws close again on the thigh he had bitten earlier
with just enough pressure to make his intentions clear.
He was going to have me again, I was his bitch, whether
he liked it or not.
Looking back with twenty years of knowledge I know
realize how little I really understood at that time.
Words and concepts like cock, pussy, fucking, and cum
were things that I didn't understand. All I knew was that
he wanted to stick his thing inside me again and that if
I didn't let him, he would only hurt me more. So again I
put my head down on the grass, wiggled my thirteen-year-
old ass higher in the air, and accepted what was going to
happen. He jumped up and mounted me again, this time his
cock went in very easier and even deeper. I shifted
around to give him a better position and he drove it in
so hard I was surprised he didn't break my back, as it is
he shoved me into the ground so hard my neck began to
hurt.
This time instead of resisting I started humping back
from the beginning, I told myself at the time it was to
get the whole experience over quicker, but now I know
that I was wanting it as bad as him. He kept fucking me,
driving me forward into the ground over and over as I
moan and begged for god to make him stop. His cock was
thrusting in and out of me sending waves of dog cum and
my cum out onto the ground where it started to soak my
knees. Finally we both came together and I screamed so
loud when the orgasm crashed through me that I was sure
someone would hear. but no one came.
Exhausted I collapsed back to the grass and slowly
drifted off to sleep. I awoke a short time later to find
him licking my face. When he saw my eyes open he barked
once and then immediately ran around behind be and began
nudging me with his head.
"Again? Please no more doggie, please no more," I begged.
Reaching around behind me I tried to pet him in the hope
that it would satisfy but he just bit my hand and nudged
me again. So again I pushed my ass up and he mounted me.
We did it three more times before the sun went down, each
time more degrading and painful than the last. After the
first two times I couldn't feel the pleasure anymore only
the grating and searing pain that came with every thrust.
I was bleeding from my vagina now, the virgin skin inside
was unable to take the strain it was being put up to, and
the scratches on my butt and leg cracked open and bleed
each time we began again. When it was just getting too
dark to really see anything he suddenly stopped, barked
twice, and then ran off towards the woods. I collapsed on
the ground and watched him run over to the fence and jump
over it like it wasn't even there, then disappear into
the woods. I had always trusted that fence to protect me;
it was embarrassing to see my doggy-rapist get over it so
easily.
Standing up I gathered the remains of my suit to me, then
picked up my towel and shoes. It hurt to walk so I limped
over to pick up the pile containing my towel, blanket,
shoes, and book. I took these to the house and saw the
clock over the mantle... 5:40 PM.
"Mom and Dad will be home any minute, I cannot let them
see my like this!" I exclaimed as tears welled up in my
eyes. I quickly threw on a robe, went out and covered up
the pool. I wanted to find a way to cover the
bloody/cummy spots on the grass but I couldn't think of a
way fast enough. I limped back inside and hopped to the
shower to rinse the fluids and stains off of me.
After showering I gingerly rubbed some lotion/medicine
and bandages on the wounds that I could reach and then
changed into gym sweats and a t-shirt that I hoped would
cover the evidence. My ruined swimsuit I hid between the
mattresses on my bed and decided I would get rid of it
just as soon as I could. I had just finished when my
parents came in the front door.
"Muffin, were home!" My mother called out from the living
room, even though she knows I hate to be called Muffin.
"What do you want for dinner?" I sat down on my bed and
picked up my book so that they wouldn't see me limping.
My dad stuck his head around the door.
"Hello my girl, what did you do today?" he asked while
coming into the room and ruffling my wet hair. "Your hair
is wet. You didn't disobey me and use the pool did you?"
"No dad, I just took a shower cause I was hot. I have
been reading all day."
"Good girl! Hey how about we have steak for dinner?"
"Ok dad, that's fine."
When he finally left the room I breathed a sigh of relief
that he had accepted my lie. That night after dinner and
some TV I went to bed. As I lay there in the dark I
reflected on my experiences of the day, and cried myself
to sleep.
Part 2: The Tape
Getting up the next morning was extremely difficult not
only physically but mentally as well. My wounds had begun
to heal somewhat over night and they were stiff, worst of
all was my crotch area, which was red and swollen from
the abuse. My mind was racing all through breakfast and
my stomach churned with tension. I was ashamed and
depressed about my actions, but another thought weighed
even heavier on my mind. What if mom and dad found out?
I knew that I had covered up the pool and hidden the
swimsuit but I was very worried about the spots on the
lawn. Since today was a school day I wouldn't have time
to check them or cover them up so I had to hope that
neither mom nor dad would go out there before I got home
from school.
After eating I got in the car with mom and dad and rode
with them to the bus stop just like every morning. They
would drop me off here and I could catch the bus, then at
the end of the day the bus would drop me off her and I
would walk the two miles home.
I never worried about anything happening to me before,
there just wasn't any thing to worry about. But after
yesterday I began to dread that walk.
I limped through school that day and had a hard time
sitting still in my seat. The cotton panties I was
wearing kept rubbing against my bare swollen vagina and
irritating it further, plus the hard wooden chair hurt
the scratches on my ass. When recess came I just sat
around watching everyone else play dodge ball, told the
teacher my stomach hurt. My friends Melinda and Terry
came by to talk to me after they were knocked out of the
game.
"Are you ok Sara?" Terry asked sitting down next to me
with Melinda on the other side "You look kinda funny and
your not wearing any eye shadow." We had just learned how
to wear makeup and it was a source of pride to us, I must
have been too spaced out to put any on. Without waiting
for an answer Melinda started talking.
"I saw the best lipstick yesterday at the Dollar store,
it was cherry red and is supposed to taste like cherries
too! The package said that boys just love it! I wanted to
get some but my mom said it would make me look bad." She
stated sourly. She kept on this track of conversation for
several minutes before either Terry or I could speak
again.
"Sara did you hear me? Are you sick?" Terry inquired
again Terry, Melinda, and I had been friends since our
first day of kindergarten when we meet in the lunch line.
They were sisters by birth, but you couldn't tell by
looking at them. Melinda was short and chubby or "big-
boned" as her mother called it. She had the misfortune of
being the first girl in our class to develop and boy did
she ever! While I was still wearing my training bra she
was in a b-cup and now that I had finally moved up to a B
she was actually already in a D! But because of her
weight they tended to blend in rather well with the rest
of her body and the boys didn't really notice.
The other girls however did notice and teased her
constantly about them, which made her very embarrassed.
Terry on the other hand had absolutely no body what so
ever. She was actually a year older than us, fourteen,
but in the same class and still didn't even need a
training bra yet although she wore one anyway just to
prevent being different. Terry was extremely skinny and
tall; it seemed no matter how much she ate she never
gained weight so the girls called her "beanpole" or
"Ribs" because sometimes in gym class you could see her
ribs.
Neither girl was well liked at school for these reasons,
which made us natural friends because no one liked me
either. I lived so far out in the woods that the other
girls thought I was "dirty and inbred", so the three of
us banded together. Terry and Melinda were also the
closet girls to me, living only about 9 miles or so away.
"Just my stomach feels a little funny is all Terry.
Thanks," I replied.
"Sure you don't want to play ball with us?" Melinda
asked. I shook my head. "Ok we will be out there if you
change our mind. We are still having the slumber party at
your place on Saturday right?"
"Yeah, Saturday at eight." I confirmed.
Both girls then went off to play in the new game that was
just starting. I knew they would be back soon because all
the other girls would target them first. Sitting there in
the sand with my back to the school wall I don't think I
was ever more depressed before or since. I simply could
not get over the shame of what had happened to me, or the
fear that I would be caught. I also knew that I could
never go into the back yard alone again!
I sat there for most of recess, and then went inside
early before the bell rang, to use the restroom. The
remainder of the day went by slowly but without incident
and I took the bus towards home. When I got off the bus I
checked my little watch, 2:30, and it would take me about
thirty minutes to walk home which meant I should have
time to clean the grass before mom and dad got home. All
I had to do was get home safely which considering what
happened the day before was a very daunting prospect.
So instead of walking I ran. At this point in my life my
body was closer to Melinda's than it was to Terry's. I
didn't have Melinda's weight or breasts but I was heavier
and bustier than most girls in the class. I was also,
recess games aside, totally unused to regular physical
activity. I managed to run most of the first mile home,
but then I simply could not go a step farther. A couple
of cars passed me on the road, but none stopped to help
me.
Once I reached the point of exhaustion I was just leaving
the main road and heading out onto my street, it was at
least another mile to my house. I stopped here to rest,
there was a small tree which had fallen over I the last
big storm so I sat my book bag on the ground an hopped up
on the tree to rest.
The main road runs straight on through the forest (the
same one as at my house) and my street which branches off
of it just goes deeper into the forest. The place where
the two roads meet was really just a clearing with thick
vine covered trees and bushes all around it.
I was very nervous about being so close to the woods, but
couldn't see any place else to sit until I was rested. I
had not been sitting there more than a minute or so when
an old brown pickup truck drove down the main road from
the direction I had come, and turned off onto my street.
The truck was more rust than actual metal and the engine
backfired several times as it came to a stop. The
driver's door, which was on the opposite side from me,
opened and a head appeared.
I started to panic, as I had no idea who this was, but I
didn't want to run to the woods. That was the last place
I wanted to go. The man came around the front of the
truck and suddenly I recognized him, it was Mr. McGraw
who lived two miles further down the road. There were two
houses along the street between his house, and ours,
which was at the very end of the road.
"Sara honey, is that you?" Mr. McGraw asked loudly
adjusting his glasses and peering at me.
I knew the McGraw's pretty well because my parents often
invited them over to the house for dinner when I was
younger. My dad and Mr. McGraw also used to go fishing
quite often. But Mrs. McGraw had died almost a year ago;
he and dad hadn't done much fishing since then. I heard
mom talking about him a few weeks ago on the phone to one
of her friends. They were trying to get him to go out on
a date with another woman but Mr. McGraw insisted that at
55 he was too old to date, mom seemed to think it was a
silly reason.
"Yes Mr. McGraw it's me. Just taking a break on my way
home from school."
"Well hon., I hardly recognize you! You must have grown
five feet since I last saw you! Come over here and let me
get a good look at you. And call me Sam, none of this Mr.
McGraw stuff out of you anymore."
I hopped off the fallen log, grabbed my bag, and went
over towards the truck. Mr. McGraw was wearing a pair of
old dirt stained coveralls, a plaid shirt, and a pair of
boots. He had a pair of gloves stuck in one of the
pockets, what looked like a roll of tape in another, and
a large bowie knife dangling from a chain attached to his
belt. He leaned against the truck as I came up and fished
in his pocket eventually pulling out a cigarette and
lighter. As I crossed onto the road and stood in front of
him he lit the cigarette and put the lighter back in his
pocket.
"Why you have grown at least three feet he remarked, what
has your mother been feeding you?" he remarked smiling at
me "I always knew you would be a very pretty girl and it
looks like I was right."
"Thank you," I muttered, not knowing what else to say.
"Why don't you hop in the truck and I will take you the
rest of the way home, you look extremely tired, you must
have been running."
I probably should have been nervous, my mother had told
me never to get into a car with anyone except her or dad,
but Mr. McGraw was a close friend and had always been
nice to me so once he finished his smoke we both got in
the old truck and drove off. We headed down the bumpy
dirt street for a minute or so when Mr. McGraw turned to
me.
"Sara, I need some help with something at my house. I got
a wrench stuck behind my clothes drier and I cannot reach
it because my hands are too big. Sense you have such
small hands would you mind coming to my house and helping
me get it."
"No Mr. McGraw, I don't guess so."
"Sara." He said very sternly, "I told you before to call
me Sam. You're going to have to learn how to follow
directions girl." He said this with a smile, but the tone
in his voice made it sound less like a joke and more like
a command.
"Yes sir, I mean Sam."
"Sir is fine girl, Sam is fine, there are others things
that are fine too, but we can get into that later. For
now just don't call me Mr. McGraw." His expression
changed when he said this, but it was not a facial
expression I had seen before. I assumed I had made him
mad so I sat quietly as we passed my house and continued
on down the road. We pulled into his driveway and up to
his house, a sprawling two-story ranch style, which was
surrounded on all sides by a very high wooden fence
topped with barbed wire.
I didn't remember it being there the last time I was
here, and it looked as if he had just put it up over the
last year or so. The forest itself stopped only about ten
feet from the fence, and some of the taller trees even
leaned over into the yard inside. Mr. McGraw got out and
opened the padlock on the two double doors, swung them
open then got back in the truck and drove us in. He
stopped the car, and went back outside the fence.
I turned around in the seat to watch, and was surprised
to see him close the large gates and then enter back into
the yard through a smaller doorway, which he padlocked
behind him. That's when I began to get scared. After what
had happened yesterday this seemed extremely odd and I
almost demanded that he take me home instead and ask my
dad for help later, but before I could say anything he
started walking towards the house and motioned me inside
with a wave of his arm. I got down from the truck,
leaving my bag inside, and walked into the house. I
distinctly remember looking back over my shoulder at
those locked gates and thinking that it was very odd. If
only I had been smarter.
Inside the house was dark and very smelly. The smell
wasn't bad necessarily; it was just very unusual and very
strong. I just assumed that Mr. McGraw hadn't cleaned
much since his wife died and that the place was simply a
little dirtier than I was used to. The house was
essentially undecorated, there were very few pictures or
paintings on the wall, the furniture was bland and
sparse, and the lighting was poor. Even with most of the
lights on in the hallway I had trouble seeing in great
detail.
To my right was what looked like the living room with a
couch and two plush chairs facing an odd looking TV.
There was a coffee table in the middle of the room with
boxes on it, and an old faded rug underneath the table.
In front of me was a long hallway with closed doors every
few feet and through the open door in the end I could see
the fridge, so I assumed that was the kitchen. The stairs
to the second floor were on my left and they curved up
out of sight.
"Go and sit on the couch hon, be with you in just a
minute." Mr. McGraw said pointing into the room on the
right.
"Ok." I said. The room was fairly plain, just the rug and
a painted box that looked like a large doghouse. Sitting
down on the couch I reached out to coffee table and
picked up one of the boxes. It was black and seemed to be
made of plastic; it had a little hinge at the end that
looked like it should flip up. On top of the box were two
clear plastic windows and inside was what looked like
tape on spools. This looked a lot like the tapes that mom
and dad recorded when working at home, except for those
were much smaller. On one of the sides there was a label,
which reads "Kelly, 19 unedited 12/03/84".
I put the box down and picked up one or two of the
others, they had similar labels one of which was
"Margaret, 42 3/23/82". I noticed that one in particular
because Margaret was the name Mr. McGraw's now dead wife.
I sat there for quite awhile looking at the boxes before
Mr. McGraw finally came back. When he entered the room he
was carrying another one of the boxes and without saying
a word he walked over to the odd looking TV. The TV was
kinda weird because it had a machine with blinking lights
sitting on top of it. The machine looked like it was
hooked to the TV and had a slot in the front where Mr.
McGraw pushed the box into before turning to face me.
"Do you know what this is?' He asked while bending over
to turn on the TV. Without waiting for me to answer he
spoke again. " This is called a VCR. It stands for Video
Cassette Recorder and its quite expensive. With it I can
play tapes like the one you hold in your hand there that
have video on them, just like TV. I also have two cameras
for making the tapes, one downstairs that's very heavy
but excellent quality, and another that's portable but
doesn't film quite as well. I want to show you a tape I
made yesterday."
He pushed a button on the tape machine and walked across
the room to sit next to me. The static on the screen soon
disappeared and was replaced by a picture of a man
walking through the woods. You could see his steps and
hear them very clearly and it looked like he was trying
to be quiet. Then the camera moved up to show a house
with a large yard. In the yard was a pool. And in the
pool was a girl. Me. I was so shocked I nearly fell of
the couch. Before I could do anything Mr. McGraw reached
over and grasped my hands pulling me towards him. He
grabbed me around the shoulders with one arm, and the
used his other hand to force my face towards the screen.
He was too strong for me to fight. On the screen the
camera zoomed in on me getting out of the water and
laying down on the blanket to read. I watched myself
eventually put the book down and then drift off to sleep.
The camera moved around for a few minutes until it was no
more than about twenty feet from me but still in the
woods peering over the fence. Then I heard a voice come
from the TV.
"Ok Razor, there she is. Go fuck that little whore."
The voice was Mr. McGraw. Suddenly the camera swung down
to show a dog as it ran through the woods and jumped the
fence. I recognized it immediately; it was burned into my
brain. It was the one that raped me the day before. The
dog leaped the fence then circled around the pool to
approach my prone body from upfront. Then it began.
The sniffing, the scratching, and eventually the licking.
I sat there on Mr. McGraw's lap and we watched it
together, me in shocked silence while he talked about
what was happening. I could feel his penis through his
overalls; it was erect and hard the whole way through the
tape.
We watched as the dog, Razor ripped off my suit and began
licking my pussy. We watched as he bit my leg and then
pushed me into position, as he mounted me and took my
virginity. I sat there on Mr. McGraw's lap with his cock
straining through his overalls against my ass watching
his dog repeatedly rape me.
When the first time was over while the dog and I rested,
Mr. McGraw spoke. "Well Sara honey that sure was some
performance you put on there. I really enjoyed it. As a
matter of fact, I enjoyed it so much I have a hard on. I
think the least you can do, since it's your fault I have
it, is to help me get rid of it."
With those words he stood me up, holding my arm with one
hand he undid his pants and freed his cock. It looked
very long and it was kind of shiny on the end with a
little bit of cum oozing out the top. I tried to pull
away but he held me fast, and then yanked me down to my
knees in front of him. He pulled so hard I thought for a
moment he had broken my arm.
"Take your little mouth, and swallow my cock you little
skuzzy whore or I am going to make sure an anonymous
person mails a copy of that tape to your parents along
with a machine to view it." When I still hesitated he
yelled "SUCK IT NOW!"
He put one of his hands behind my hand and forced my
mouth down onto his crotch. As he did I looked up into
his face expecting that maybe this was a joke, maybe it
was some kind of dream, but the smile he had made me sure
that what was happening was real.
My heart sank from the shame and misery of the moment as
his dick touched my lips and the pressure of his hand
forced his cock into my moist mouth. He kept pushing
until I nearly choked, I could feel the head of his cock
actually going down my throat and I started to gag.
That's when he first kicked me, putting the heel of his
boot into my side leaving a bruise and making me start to
cry.
"Don't choke on it whore. Suck it! Move your head up and
down like this." His hand changed positions grabbing and
handful of my hair and pulling my head up which dragged
my mouth along his cock. His penis wasn't old and
wrinkled like the rest of him but fairly smooth with some
thick veins running along it. " Now you go back down on
me, keep sucking as you do."
This went on for several minutes, him alternately
dragging my young mouth up and down his cock while
instructing me on the proper techniques for pleasing him.
He taught me how to roll my tongue around the tip of his
penis and how to use my hands to play with his balls. On
the television behind me the sounds of my bestial rape
played out through the room.
I could hear my cries for help and the dogs barking as he
cruelly penetrated my virgin body. The tape also featured
the sounds of Mr. McGraw masturbating while filming all
the while urging on the dog quietly. But as I sat there
on the floor with his hard cock in my mouth I started
crying again every time I heard myself scream on the
tape, because I realized that at least half the screams
weren't of pain, but of pleasure.
It wasn't long before Mr. McGraw came in my mouth, the
first time I had ever tasted human cum. Some of it flowed
down my throat and into my stomach, the rest spilled from
my tiny mouth and out onto my chest. As he finished I sat
down onto the floor, resting on my knees and looked up at
this man who I had once trusted, now a man I hated for
the pain and shame he had put me through.
"Good girl," he said resting his head back on the couch
and gazing down at me "Now wasn't that fun? No? Well it
will be, once you get used to it. See now that I have
you, I don't think I am ever going to let you go. Oh I
mean you will still live with your parents, and still be
there little darling girl most of the time. But in
reality you will be nothing more than my playing thing,
to do with as I please. And if you ever disobey me or try
to tell anyone, I guess I will just have to send out this
videotape, or one of the others we will soon make. And
that will ruin your miserable life."
I sat there on the floor in shock. I had hoped that once
he was done cumming that he would let me go, and it
slowly dawned on me that it wouldn't ever happen. He
continued, "Yea we're going to make some more tapes you
and I. Plus Razor and some of his friends of course.
Probably some of my friends too once you learn how to
fuck properly. Now you remember how I told you to call me
Sam before?"
I nodded.
"I didn't mean that. I want you to call me... Daddy. And
I think I'll call you... Bitch. Just like a dog. Won't
that be fun?"
*** End of Parts 1 and 2***
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The author does not condone child abuse, this is meant to
be an erotic fantasy not "real life." Anyone acting out
such scenarios in "real life" can look forward to many
unproductive years getting it up the butt by a fellow
convict in their local prison.
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