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Fox and Hounds - 1
by Ken L. Master (swamijim@voyager.net)
***
A runaway teen is picked up by two women and finds
herself taking care of the dogs in their breeding
kennel. (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...
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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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