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by Bullied Victim
by Publicunt (sub10l@hotmail.com)
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A girl gets bullied by a gang at school and ends up
being dog raped. (M+/f, nc, rp, 1st, bd, mc, orgy,
beast)
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Guess what. I'm a dog fucker. Yes. That's true. I know
you probably think that sounds totally unbelievable. I
mean... who in their right mind would spread their legs
and offer their cunt to a dog? Okay, so maybe I'm not
entirely sane.
I can explain though... at least I can try. I can make
an effort to tell you how I became this shameless bitch
in heat.
Have you ever been bullied? I mean really bullied? I'm
not talking about the occasional teasing that most kids
experience from time to time. What I went through was
something entirely different. I'm talking every day
since first grade. I'm talking about being beaten up
and harassed for no good reason at all.
Peter was always the worst one, and the kid I feared
the most. I'd do anything to avoid him, whether I was
in school or on my way to and from. He was four years
my senior. I don't know why he chose me to pick on. I
have no idea what so ever. Maybe it was my glasses, or
the fact that my clothes weren't the latest fashion. He
had a certain way to get everyone to join in. I
remember once, when I was nine or ten... they hunted me
down in a small grove, not far from where we used to
live. Then they tied me to a tree and tore all my
clothes off, leaving me naked. To this day I can still
remember the sound of their laughter, as they gathered
around me to point and ridicule my nakedness.
I don't know. Maybe that incident did something to me.
Maybe it did something to him. At that time I had no
idea that it was a forbearing of what was to come. All
I know is that at that day I lost whatever was left of
my dignity and will to escape.
I got so used to all of this, that I can't really
remember any other traumatic incidents until I was
fifteen, even though I know that not a day went by
without them harassing me in one way or another. I
hardly noticed, I guess.
The day everything changed, started out much like that
movie, you know: Carrie, by Stephen King. Peter
confronted me one day, and needless to say I was scared
out of my wits, but all he wanted was to apologize for
his previous behavior. He said he was sorry, and that
there was no excuse for everything he'd done to me. And
then he said that he actually liked me. And would I
consider coming to his place next Friday? We could just
hang out, he said. Or catch a movie.
Just like Carrie in the movie I was skeptical, to say
the least. I was convinced that it was just another
trap. How did he manage to persuade me in the end? I
don't know. Maybe I just wanted to believe that all the
pain was finally coming to and end and that I'd be
accepted for who I was. Anyway, I turned up at his
place that Friday, wearing the best clothes I could
find.
He let me in and gave me a hug. I couldn't believe it.
Then he took me by the hand and led me in to the living
room. He offered me wine, and I accepted, even though I
knew that I was way too young to drink. Hell, I was
only fifteen for chrissake! I suppose I drank too fast
and too much, because it didn't take that long before
everything started to become a blur. That's when he
tied my arms behind my back, and started to take off my
clothes again, just like that time in the woods.
I tried to tell him to stop, but he just laughed. "I
want to take a look at your cunt," he said. "I know you
have one, and I bet it's soaking wet. Isn't it, you
little prudish slut?" The worst part of it was that it
actually was! I was so ashamed when he started sliding
his fingers down there, only to hold them up before my
face and make me sniff my own "whore juices" as he
called them. He even made me lick it off his fingers.
That was when the door bell rang. I flinched. But he
told me not to worry. "It's only people you know from
before," he said.
Sure enough, the whole gang paraded into the living
room. Oh, how they laughed and screamed when they saw
me lying naked and crying on the sofa. Some of them had
brought cameras. And one guy, his name was Cliff, had a
dog on a leash. I was sobbing like crazy.
"Don't worry," Peter said. "We're not going to rape
you, if that's what you think. Did you really think
we'd stick our dicks into that stinking, teen whore
whole of yours? Did you? No! Hell, no! Geez, get over
yourself and get a grip, will you? We just want you to
be our little girlfriend. Would you like that? See, we
like you so much that we all like to go steady. And the
first thing we want you to do for us is suck our dicks.
You can manage that, can't you? Or would you rather
that we fuck you?"
Guess what. I did what they asked me to. I did it
because otherwise I thought they would fuck me, and
that could get me pregnant. I was willing to go along
with anything, so long as they didn't fuck me.
Peter had a thick, black marker. He wrote on my belly
first, with big, crude letters. WHORE! Then he wrote
"fuck whole 1" and "fuck whole 2" near my pussy and
ass, and made arrows to point at them. He wrote on my
cheeks too. "Fuck whole 3", with arrows to my mouth.
The letters were soaked in my tears.
I started to suck dicks, while I tried not to think
about what was happening. I tried to shut out the fact
that they were taking pictures of the whole scene. I
tried not to listen to their chanting and laughter. One
after another they came. Some sprayed their cum in my
face. Others forced it into my mouth and made me
swallow. They were like crazy.
After I had sucked all eight of them, Peter and his
friend Gary sat down on each side of me on the sofa,
and forced my legs apart, exposing my almost hairless
cunt. "You've been very clever," said Peter. "So I
think you deserve a little reward. Don't you?" I shook
my head, but I wasn't able to say much. He took that as
acceptance.
That's when they brought the dog forward. The German
Shepard started to lick me. I cried out, but Peter
looked very stern and told me not to make such a fuzz.
"Relax, he said. Trust me on this, it'll be good.
You'll like it. I promise you." Somehow his calm voice
made me shut up.
"That's a clever girl," he said. "Isn't it wonderful?
You see, the dog likes to lick a whore cunt." He kept
stroking my hair, and he behaved almost as if he cared
for me. It was so odd. It made me calm down and
cooperate. It made me go along with what was happening.
And even though I hated every second, I heard myself
starting to pant. This of course made the boys go into
a frenzy.
I don't know how it is possible that I climaxed, but I
did. There was no mistaking. They all witnessed it.
Some even took pictures. Others were busy wanking. I
more or less passed out after that, and didn't notice
much until the dog started climbing on top of me. His
paws were rough against my naked, scribbled skin.
"Good," said Peter. "You're very clever. You're the
best damn dog whore I've ever seen. Now spread your
legs even more, and let that nice doggie fuck your
cunt. You know it's what you want, don't you? You're so
soaking wet that you're making stains on the couch. And
after all... It's the least you can give him, after
what he gave you."
I don't know, maybe I was beyond caring. But I didn't
put up much of a fight. Peter helped the dog by taking
the animal cock and aiming it inside me. I started to
cry again, because it hurt so much. But all the time I
had Peters calm, soothing voice in my ear, and it
confused me and drained me of will. "Good bitch," he
said. "You're such a lovely bitch, Trudy. I'm so proud
of you. I knew you would go along with anything, just
to get fucked. I knew it. You have whore written all
over you." That statement made some of the guys laugh.
After all, it was true! Literally.
They kept me there for the rest of that night, and made
me do countless, shameless deeds to them and the dog.
When Peter's friends left, I was exhausted. Peter took
me into the bathroom and peed in my face. Then he
showered me in ice cold water and wrapped a blanket
around me.
I guess that's when the real change happened. He kissed
me! It was my very first kiss, and it is odd to think
about all the other things he made me do before I was
kissed. "Thank you, Cunt," he said. "You were
everything I hoped you would be. From now on you're
mine. You belong to me, Cunt. Do you understand?"
I nodded.
"You won't be my girlfriend or anything. I hope you
understand that. You'll be my little Cunt, that's all.
And I'll love you as that. You'll fuck anyone and
anything I say, right?"
I nodded again. I was fifteen years old, and I knew
that my life would change for the better. I was loved.
I was Peters little Cunt.
It's been five years, and I still see Peter from time
to time. To this day he has never fucked the whole that
he says belongs to dogs. He fucks my ass and mouth,
that's all. And he watches with great pleasure, every
time he ties me down and lets the dog rape me.
Everyone at school knows what I did. The pictures were
spread all over. And even though they cut away my face,
the rumors were spread fast. Peter has a sweet
girlfriend who knows about me, and treats me very nice,
most of the time, but I don't mind.
I've long since learned what I am and what my purpose
in life is.
END
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This story was written as an adult fantasy. The author
does not condone the described behavior in real life.
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