Chapter 16: No Choice
Amy spent all of that Thursday in her classes in a daze. The 14-year-old girl only barely managed to sound normal when she spoke with Elissa. With her other supposed friends, she came across as a total weirdo, and she knew it. But she didn't care. Who the fuck were they, anyway?
When she got home right after school she totally expected her dad to fuck her when she saw his truck in the driveway. She didn't know how to feel about this, but she'd gone inside her house anyway.
It was almost with disappointment that she got to her room without interruption. And when she decided to go onto her computer, she even left the speakers up loud when she started watching some porno movies. That didn't get her dad's attention, either. Amy ended up going to sleep that night with only her dildo to satisfy her.
The next day her dad barely looked at her in the morning. She'd decided to wear one of her sluttiest outfits, too, despite the cold outside: it was the slut-schoolgirl uniform she'd "earned" the previous weekend. This was the first time she'd actually worn it. But Daddy didn't bat an eyelash when he saw her in it.
Maybe the guilt has set in, she worried. Maybe all his talk about controlling her and making her a good slut had been bullshit. If anything this made the girl feel even more confused and vulnerable: she'd accepted her fate the night before and it was almost a relief to do so. Now he was backing off? What kind of sick, twisted mind-game was her dad playing now?
She walked to school in her slutty outfit, and even though she had her coat on over it, she was freezing cold. Winter was in its last throes but could still pack a wallop. The 14-year-old girl was so relieved upon entering her nice, warm school that she didn't think for a moment about removing her coat. Still, she only lasted about five minutes in the hallways wearing her cropped up skirt and tight, slutty shirt before being ordered to the principal's office by some teacher she didn't know.
Amy was sent home at that point. Her attire was deemed "inappropriate" and her dad was called to come pick her up.
Even as he drove her home he didn't speak to her. Amy had no idea what to think. He wasn't angry or upset. He'd just been pulled out of work to come pick her up, and he wasn't even annoyed? Why was he acting so cold? Had he given up on her or something?
Amy stayed inside all night, once again. She slept and masturbated and slept some more into the wee hours. It seemed like whenever her mind began to drift toward full lucidity she would drown out her logical thoughts with dirty little fantasies and get herself off. It was easier than confronting the events of the other night, that was for sure. The girl refused to think about the seriousness of the things her dad had done to her. It was easier to lose herself in demented, horny thoughts instead. But it got harder to do that with her father basically ignoring her.
Had she screwed up or something, or was this just another way for her dad to torment her? The girl struggled to keep those thoughts at bay all night long until finally she fell asleep horny, tired, and confused.
The following day, Saturday morning, Amy was awoken by a stream of cum spraying onto her face. The young teenager couldn't even open her eyes: cum coated both of them. She gasped and whimpered with dreamy delight: her father wasn't ignoring her anymore! When she finally wiped away the cum and blinked her coated eyelids open, she saw him standing above her, looking down at her with a look of disgust on his face. She simply smiled lazily back.
"Wipe that shit off," he snapped. "Take a shower for Christ's sake!" With that he stormed out of her bedroom.
The horny, practically brainwashed girl sat up in her bed and wiped the remaining cum away from her eyes with the back of her hand. Realizing she was alone, the 14-year-old teenager tentatively licked her tongue out at the strings of cum on her hand. She'd never tasted her daddy's semen before, and this realization made the girl come to life. She sat up straight and examined her hand again before greedily licking up and swallowing the rest of her father's jizz. It tasted strange and perverse on her tongue, and for a brief moment she wondered what the hell she was doing. And then thoughts of him fucking her the other night fired back into her brain and she smiled.
Thank God, she thought. The previous two days had worried her, but it was clear now that he intended to keep her as his little whore. He would keep her in line, like he'd explained the other night, keep her from becoming a drugged-out pregnant teenager. He would teach her to be a good little slut. She wouldn't have to worry or feel guilty anymore about anything sexual.
While she showered the young teenager thought about Elissa. It had been days since the two girls had been able to hang out. Maybe today her dad would want her to go over there. Maybe he'd ask her to bring Elissa home or something. Excited by this idea, Amy quickly dressed and went downstairs to the kitchen.
Her father was eating a late breakfast of eggs and toast when she entered. Smiling prettily the teenager chirped, "Morning, Dad! I was thinking of going over to Lessy's today, is that okay?"
"No," he replied through a mouthful of toast. "You can hang out with your friends tomorrow. I need ya today."
Puzzled and a little disappointed, Amy nodded her head and went to the fridge. After grabbing a can of soda she took a seat at the kitchen table across from her dad. She thought about his words for a few minutes before asking, "What do you need me for today, Daddy?"
"I promised my boss you'd clean his basement," he said flatly as if it was no big thing.
Amy's eyes widened. "What? What do you mean?"
He gave her one of his cold, dead stares. "You're going, baby girl, and you'll do a good job too. Hear me?"
"I... yeah," she said softly. After a pause she asked, "How long do you think it will take?"
"Big basement," her father shrugged. "Big mess. I wager it'll take you better part of the day. And like I said you'd better do a good job. If he tells me you slacked off or acted like a bitch you're gonna be in serious trouble."
He began eating again and all Amy could do was stare down at the tabletop and sip her Mountain Dew. She felt incredibly uncomfortable about this. Her dad was acting like it was no big deal but Amy had never done chores for anyone except here, at home! Going to a stranger's to clean a basement? Something strange was going on, and the girl had a sinking suspicion she knew what it was.
After a few more minutes of sitting with her father, Amy was just about to go upstairs to give Elissa a call when he declared, "Alright, grab your shit, we're going."
Amy got up slowly and put her coat on. A few minutes later she was sitting in her father's truck. He didn't say anything to her during the drive out of the city. She noticed they were heading toward one of the suburbs, possibly Twinsburg. As they drove in silence Amy wondered what was happening. The logical, intelligent part of her mind had a pretty damned good idea, but the new Amy, the Amy her dad had created—had liberated—a few nights before refused to accept it. There was no way her father would... do that... to her. She was a slut, yes, but wasn't he her slut? Hadn't he said that several times? Hadn't that been the reason she'd been "punished"?
After fifteen minutes or so the girl couldn't remain quiet anymore.
"Is this boss... that one guy? The fat guy?"
"Yep," her father grumbled.
"Oh," she said softly.
Nothing else was said until they pulled into a nice subdivision a few miles outside of Cleveland. It amazed Amy how much nicer everything was out here. The residential streets were wide and lined with big, pretty trees. Expensive cars were in every driveway, and each house was large, the average being at least twice as big as her own, and the yards—including the front yards—seemed huge. Maybe someday, she hoped, she could live out here. She hated the oppressive feeling of the city where everything was dirty and old and crammed together. She couldn't imagine living in a place so fresh and pretty.
They pulled into a driveway of one of the larger style homes and after her dad put his truck in park he turned to her.
"Here's the deal," he said sternly. "This is my boss, understand? You do everything he says. I don't wanna find out you refused to do a chore because you thought it was too hard or too dirty. I find out you tried to pull some of your shit to get out of work, I'm gonna be pissed. And I mean really pissed, girl, ya got it?"
She nodded softly. She was biting her lower lip and staring into her lap. Truth was, he didn't have to warn her. If all that was required today was hard work cleaning a basement, she'd be so relieved that she'd work harder than she ever had. But she even the intentionally naive and submissive personality she'd developed a few nights before could read between the lines.
Amy had thought she was ready for anything after what her father had done to her that night. She'd even fantasized about it. The girl had gone to school charged-up sexually; she'd spent hours masturbating and wishing her father would come down to her bedroom to take her, or tie her up again, or do any number of things. But to be passed off to some boss of his like some cheap prostitute? The idea had never entered her head. And what's more, the idea didn't turn her on in the slightest.
The idea of her father being her pimp didn't make her horny. It made her feel cheap and worthless. She could only hope that somehow she was wrong about this visit to his boss' house.
"Stay here a minute," he said as she pondered these things.
She watched him through the windshield as he walked up a nice, shrub-lined walkway to the front door of the house. A moment later the door opened. Amy couldn't see who her dad was talking to from this vantage point, nor could she hear what he was saying. After a minute he came back to the truck and opened the passenger side door.
"Alright," he said to her. "Get out."
Nervously she stepped down out of the cab. She stood before her father and waited. Part of her wanted to say something to him, but she was too timid to do so. He'd broken her willful teenage defiance even though she needed it now more than ever. He was staring down at her as he said ominously, "I'll be back by five. Be good. Remember that this is my boss. This is important."
With that, he walked around the front of the truck and moments later was pulling back out of the driveway.
Taking a deep breath, Amy walked up to the porch with her small purse gripped tightly in her hands. She wished she had worn clothes more suitable for doing chores just then, and for more than one reason. Her outfit was typical for the girl: a pair of tight, pale green Capri pants and a sheer cotton sweater. The sweater was actually two pieces of clothing, though. The first layer was a dark green tank-top with a scoop neckline that showed a bit of her adolescent cleavage; the second layer was a light, sheer cotton white sweater with long sleeves. The outfit gave her a cute, sexy-innocent look. It was a look Amy wasn't exactly excited to have just now, though.
Why couldn't he have tied me up again or something? the nervous girl wondered as she approached the porch.
When she finally reached it a short, fat man was waiting to greet her. He was only a few inches taller than her and he had a sort of round, well fed look to him she knew must piss off her dad. He was very white-collar, wearing a nice turtleneck sweater and khaki slacks. Mr. Suburban Upper-Middle-Class, Amy thought.
He reached out a small, pudgy hand to her and smiled. "Amy! Welcome, welcome, I'm so glad you agreed to help me out today."
She smiled back shyly and shook his hand. It was cold outside and Amy wanted to get out of the weather right away, even though it meant entering this stranger's house. Quickly she shivered, "H-hi, no problem..."
"Great, great. Come on in, it's freezing out here!"
She followed him into the house. The entryway was large and nice and decorated with an expensive, possibly antique coffee table and a couple of potted plants. She looked around nervously and had to admire the house: it was every bit as impressive inside as it was on the outside. He must make really good money, she figured. Her dad must really hate him—which, of course, begged the question: why had he sent her here?
"We met before, you know," he said to the girl as he helped her with her coat. "Couple months back, before the holidays. Do you remember?"
"Yes," she said softly. "I remember." Her dad had ordered her never to visit him at work again 'dressed like a slut' after that meeting.
"My name's Dennis," he said. "I don't think we were ever formally introduced."
She smiled a little. "I don't think so either," she replied nervously.
"Well then," he said. "Would you like a tour, or do you want to get straight to work?"
Just then Amy's eyes went wide as a large dog charged into the foyer from around the corner. He was a monster! His head was huge and came up almost to her chest, and he was long and hulking and currently barking at the scared girl. She backed up fearfully into the door, slamming into it, as she reeled from the canine's approach.
"Easy, boy!" Dennis said sternly. "Sit, Chillman!"
Amy was trembling in fear but the large dog obeyed its master without question. Suddenly the canine was on its haunches, staring up at the girl with his tongue hanging out from his gigantic mouth.
"It's okay," Dennis assured her. "He's a gentle giant. His name's Chillman, or Chilly for short."
"Wh-what kind of dog is he?" the frightened girl asked. Amy had never liked dogs.
"A Great Dane," Dennis said proudly. "He's a good boy, too. Raised him since he was a pup. He's almost two now. You're not a dog person?"
"N-not really," Amy said, slowly regaining her composure. "I mean, I've never had one. They sort of scare me..."
"Don't let him scare you, he's just a big scaredy-cat at heart. Aren't you boy? That's a good boy, yes you are, yes you are!"
Amy watched with mild disgust as the man pet his giant of a dog and took on a cutsey, stomach-churning voice. What was it with small men and big dogs, anyway?
Finally Dennis looked back up at her. "Well, come on. Why don't we just get started? You don't want to be here all day. Pretty girl like you has better things to do on a Saturday, I imagine."
She followed him and the large dog through the dining room and toward the basement door. As they walked Dennis talked nonstop. He explained how he'd once had the basement organized perfectly, but that over the last few years everything had become chaotic down there. His wife was out of town with their sons, he said, and he'd figured for weeks that this would be the perfect opportunity to get everything back in order. The way he spoke, Amy almost believed he was serious about this, too. He seemed to be a stickler for organization. Perhaps he really had just wanted help and nothing more. After all, she hadn't caught him staring at her inappropriately yet. In fact, he seemed like a nice guy almost. Weird, definitely, but nice.
So maybe Dad isn't hoing me out! the girl thought hopefully.
Dennis put her to work right away in the large, unfinished basement. In the back corner there were stacks of boxes marked "Christmas" and "Easter" and "Halloween", etc.
"Don't let the labels fool you," he explained as he turned on a few light bulbs. "Nothing is where it's supposed to be. Like I said, things have gotten mixed together—I thought you could start by going through these boxes and organizing them properly again."
"Sure," she said. She was beginning to feel comfortable for the first time since she'd arrived.
"I'm going to install some shelving over there," he continued, pointing across the basement. "There are some new unassembled boxes right there you can use for the loose stuff. The most important thing is that you make sure to pack everything securely and in an organized fashion. After you're done we can use the new shelves to store the more important stuff."
"Sounds good," she said shyly, feeling relieved.
For the next hour Amy worked hard. It wasn't an easy job, she realized right away. Some of the boxes were stacked pretty high and she was forced to go up on her tippy-toes to get to them, and more than once she'd almost fallen over trying to do so. Also, the boxes were a mess, just as Dennis had said. She found Halloween decorations mixed in with Christmas lights; plastic Easter eggs mixed in with children's toys, that sort of thing.
The sound of Dennis' drill filled the basement, drowning out the annoying Country music he'd put on. Chilly, the Great Dane, occasionally walked over and observed her at work, but he didn't bother her. Mostly the teenage girl just got lost in the task at hand and time seemed to slip by. It was a total relief, actually, to do this work. She was working so hard she didn't have time to worry about her father's motivations or her own deep, somewhat suppressed shame and humiliation at what he'd done to her. All she could think about was which item went in which box.
Eventually she was bending over a stack of unsorted boxes, trying her best to reach a folded up, unused one in the back. She stretched her arm as far as she could and just barely touched it. Finally she got her hand on it and pulled back triumphantly, bringing the folded up box out with her. To her surprise she stumbled backwards into Dennis.
"Oops, sorry," she said breathlessly. She hadn't heard him approach: she'd been lost in the work she'd been doing.
For the first time since she'd arrived he was staring at her with that look she'd been afraid of, the look guys gave her when they were picturing her naked or something. She looked away in embarrassment and grabbed the tape gun. Pretending he wasn't still looking at her she got down to her knees and began to assemble the cardboard box.
"Good job so far," he told her. "I've almost got the first set of shelves up. When I'm done are you hungry for lunch?"
"Sure," she replied quietly, not looking up at him as she worked. Her back was to him and she could feel his eyes on her butt. It made her nervous.
"I like your outfit," he said just then. "What are those pants you're wearing? I see lots of women wear them nowadays."
"Capri's," she said softly as she taped up the box. She could feel him getting closer to her and she began to tremble.
"I like how they show off your calves," he said. "It's a really nice look. You've got pretty calves, did you know that?"
She didn't know how to respond, so rather than speak she tried to ignore him. Go away, she thought. Turn around and go back to work!
Instead she suddenly felt his hand gently rub her butt. The sudden contact startled her and she quickly spun around, stumbling backwards until she landed on her ass. She scrambled backwards and away from him, her eyes wide with fear. He was on one knee and was staring at her in annoyance.
"Please," she said frantically, "don't do that!"
Now he looked pissed off. "Look, what's your problem?" he asked as though grabbing her butt was a perfectly normal thing for a grown man to do to a 14-year-old girl. What had her father told him about her, she wondered for the hundredth time this morning? Had her daddy promised him something, or was this guy just a big perverted jerk?
"J-just... please, don't touch me again," she said quietly as she stared at him with wide, fearful eyes.
He stood up. "Look," he declared angrily. "If you're going to be a bitch, then I don't think I need your help. If there's one thing I can't stand it's a stuck up little brat who thinks she's too cool for school. I'm calling your father."
"No!" she cried out as he turned and began to walk away.
He stopped. Looking back over his round shoulder he asked, "What?"
The red headed teenager was biting her lower lip and trembling from head to toe. "Please don't call my dad," she pleaded softly. "I... I didn't mean to be a bitch. I was just... surprised. That's all."
He turned around to face her, now. She was staring at him with pleading eyes and was breathing heavily with fear. She knew her dad had been serious when he'd told her what the consequences would be if she didn't "do a good job". And he'd specifically told her not to be a "bitch".
It was obvious to her now that her dad had, in fact, promised her to this guy. Why would he do that? Why would he treat her like a prostitute? It didn't matter, she thought. It was clear now that her dad didn't care about her at all. Everything he'd said about wanting to protect her, to make her a "good" slut so that she wouldn't end up diseased or pregnant or whatever, had been bullshit. Obviously she was nothing more than tits and pussy to him. He clearly didn't see her as his daughter. He saw her as his whore.
For the first time ever Amy felt like an unloved piece of property. But what could she do about it? Refuse to do whatever he dad had promised this man? Amy was positive that if she did refuse she'd be punished severely upon returning home, if she was even allowed to come home. And so she had no choice.
"Get up," Dennis ordered her calmly. "Get over here."
Slowly, Amy pushed herself up from the hard concrete floor and approached the short round man. When she got within a few feet of him she stopped and stared down at her feet. She could feel him grow close to her, and she cringed when his hand gently stroked her long red hair.
"You're a very pretty girl," he said softly. "I'm beginning to think that a pretty thing like you could spend her time better than sorting through boxes. What do you think?"
She tensed when his other hand reached around her, then, and firmly gripped her butt. She felt him squeeze it harshly and then began to rub it, just as the hand stroking her hair slid down her neck and began to cup her right breast through her top. She wringed her hands nervously as she endured his groping. This obviously wasn't the first time a guy had roamed his hands over her body, but she couldn't stand the fact it was being done against her will and that she really had no choice but to endure it. She fought away tears as he more boldly molested her, sliding both hands down her sides now, and then up under her tight shirt. They made contact with her bra and squeezed her tits harshly at she gasped at the pain.
"You like this?" he breathed as his hand squeezed her tits. He was using his thumbs to rub her nipples and, against her will, they had grown hard under her bra.
She didn't respond and he didn't seem to care. "Lift up your arms," he said.
Stifling away another whimper, Amy nervously obeyed. When her arms were stretched up over her head she felt Dennis pull both her tops up at once. When they were free the cold basement air chilled her. She still had her bra on but she knew she'd lose that soon, too. She heard Dennis toss her clothing to the side and felt him return his hands to her smooth, soft flesh.
"Damn, you've got a great body," he whispered. His hands went around her back a moment later and she was surprised at how quickly he had her bra unhooked. He pulled the garment forward, down her arms, and let gravity drop it to the floor. Amy remained motionless with her arms limp at her sides.
Suddenly he was leaning down and licking her left breast. She gasped at the feeling of his slobbering tongue on her tit, and felt her legs began to wobble. She didn't want to enjoy this—being used like some purchased piece of meat—but having her nipples licked was one of her biggest turn-ons. And he did just that, suckling on her small pink nipple until her next gasp was more from pleasure than fear.
He gave her other breast the same treatment, causing the girl to feel woozy and tingly all over. To her surprise he then began to slowly kiss down her body. He went down to his knees and placed his hands on her hips and began to kiss her soft, sensitive tummy. It almost tickled but it didn't: it felt good, actually. Before she realized what she was doing her hands softly gripped his shoulders to steady herself.
That's when he stopped gripping her hips and began unbuckling her belt. When he finished doing that he began unzipping her pants, and before she knew it he was pulling her tight Capri's down her slender legs. She couldn't remember ever having a man kneel before her like this, kiss her like this, please her like this. Normally she was the one on her knees. She moaned softly and flung back her head as he peeled her panties off.
Her pants and panties were down around her ankles and he continued to explore her tummy, hips, and upper thighs with his tongue as he pulled off her shoes. When they were off she lifted one foot after another and kicked away her pants and underwear. She was now completely naked except for her short socks, and his tongue was getting closer and closer the fuzz of light red hair around her pussy.
When his tongue suddenly licked out to the damp folds of her labia, the contact made her mew with pleasure. She lost the strength to stand and began to fall, but thankfully Dennis gripped her hips again. He guided her backwards until she was sitting on top of a taped up box full of Christmas ornaments she had pulled away from the big pile in the back only minutes before.
Now that she was sitting the 14-year-old girl spread her legs wide and stared down at the top of Dennis' head. He was licking her vagina expertly, causing the girl to squirm in place with pleasure. God did he know how to eat a girl out! He was using his thumbs to squeeze her hard little clitty, making it stand up so that he could concentrate his tongue on it. The sensation made the girl delirious with pleasure. She felt an orgasm begin to rock her body and she dug her fingers into his shoulders as she squirmed atop the box full of Christmas decorations.
It was something, having a guy pleasure her for a change. Elissa had eaten her out plenty of times, of course, but she couldn't recall a man ever having done this so well. Shane had tried a few times, but had always stopped when she was wet enough to fuck. Jeff, Laura's brother, had spent more time down there, but he'd obviously had no clue about how to pleasure a woman. Even William had refused to take very long down there.
Dennis was different. Even as her first orgasm subsided he continued to expertly slide his tongue down her sopping wet labia, flicking his tongue into her pussy-hole before licking his tongue back up her folds until he was back at her clit. Another orgasm was building up within her and there was no sign that Dennis was getting tired or bored.
She wished she could lay down but she couldn't. Instead she had to continuously grip the man's shoulders to keep from falling backwards off the box. In her delirious, orgasm-riddled state she realized that Chilly, Dennis' Great Dane, had taken an interest in these proceedings. Flashes of her favorite porno story, Farm Girl, went through her brain. It was disgusting but it made her cum once again.
Finally, Dennis stopped eating her out. She looked down at his smiling face breathlessly. He said, "Come on, follow me."
He stood up and then helped her do the same. She gripped his small fat hand in hers as he led her around the basement stairway to an area of the basement she hadn't seen yet. He turned on a hanging light bulb and she immediately saw where he wanted to bring her. On the floor was an old, obviously used mattress. No boxspring, no sheets or covers—just a beat up, queen sized mattress lying on the floor amid an assortment of other discarded furniture and junk.
She felt sort of sleazy as she laid down on it. Why not bring her up to his bedroom, she wondered? She knew he was going to fuck her. And he didn't have to worry about her trying to get away. After all, the breathless girl figured he deserved to fuck her, now, after the orgasm he'd so expertly given her.
Maybe he likes it like this, she thought. Maybe he wants it to be sleazy.
She stared up at the ceiling, which was lined with copper pipes and some sort of cables. She could hear him undressing at the foot of the mattress. She awaited anxiously for him to crawl on top of her. Amy no longer felt nervous about him fucking her: she wanted him to do it, even though it would be done here, on this dirty old mattress in this musty, cold basement.
Amy obediently brought her knees back and spread her legs wide when he finally crawled on top of her. His disgustingly fat body was naked, now, and his hairy chest was poised over her. She could feel his cock poking around her cunt, and she was surprised at the rubbery feeling of it. Just then she realized he'd put on a condom when she wasn't looking. She'd never been fucked by a guy wearing a condom before: how strange.
If anything it made his dick slide into her more easily. She gasped at its sudden entrance just the same, though, and she reached her hands around his fat body for support. She tried to look down to watch his member fuck its way inside her but his large gut obstructed her view.
Suddenly he was lying on top of her, with all of his weight pressed down onto her small body. She gasped and moaned: she could only just barely breathe. And that's when she felt his hands go around her throat.
Her eyes went wide with fear as he began to choke her. She pressed her hands against his chest in a futile effort to push him away. He was staring into her eyes, his face red and a manic, evil expression on his face. She tried to speak but his hands were closing tightly around her slender neck and all she could do was gasp.
"It's okay," he hissed as he slid his dick in and out of her pussy. "I'm not going to hurt you. You'll see... being choked makes you cum harder..."
She didn't believe him. He was killing her. With a last muster of strength she pushed feebly against his body but he held still. She was trying to breathe in but it was impossible. After another moment her eyes began to roll back in her head as she felt sheer terror as she began to lose consciousness.
I'm dead, she thought, more scared than she'd ever been in her entire life. Just like this I'm going to die!
Suddenly he let go of her throat. She gasped loudly and sucked in a lungful of air. The sudden rush of oxygen to her brain caused every feeling in her body to intensify ten-fold. A massive, unexpected and unrelenting orgasm exploded from her loins just then, causing the girls painful gasps to mix with moans and screams of pleasure.
Dennis seemed to like this, and he grunted too, and his body froze with his cock buried all the way inside her. The breathless, confused girl couldn't tell if he was cumming because of the condom. But after a moment or two his dick began to shrivel, and he rolled off of her.
She was still catching her breath. She'd almost died, she realized. Never before had she felt so mortal, so frail and finite. Tears were streaming down her cheeks but she wasn't crying: she was just staring up at the ceiling, thankful to be alive.
Dennis stood up from the mattress, then. "Rest here for a while," he said, sweating profusely as he stared down at her. "I'm going to go clean up and fix some lunch."
Amy, who had barely registered his words, nodded her head. She heard him walk away and then heard his footsteps on the stairway going up.
The teenage girl continued to lie in the bed. She'd finally caught her breath, but her mind was anything but sound. She'd just had one of the weirdest, most sudden orgasms ever. When she normally came it was like a pressure building up inside her that finally exploded. This one? She'd been more concerned with the fact she was about to die than with any pleasure she might have been getting from his pummeling prick. When he'd let her breathe the orgasm had been so sudden it was scary.
She was in a total, fuzzy daze as she remembered the sensation. Without thinking she began to play with her pussy. She found that she was still incredibly wet, and that there was no cum dripping out of her, either. It was strange. Normally guys came either inside her or onto her.
Before too long Amy was playing with herself as she fantasized dreamily about all that had just happened. She was going to have to try that choking thing with Elissa. It was dangerous, but that excited her. She could picture herself choking her best friend, their naked bodies pressing against each other. She'd have to get a strap-on dildo to make it work, she thought, and she imagined herself using such a device on her friend, choking her and seeing her eyes well up with fear...
Suddenly she heard a panting sound from the foot of the mattress. She barely lifted her head and was horrified to see Chilly sitting there. The large Great Dane was sitting on his haunches, studying the masturbating girl with a look of curiosity in his big puppy-dog eyes.
"Go away!" she hissed, unable to take her hand away from her overly stimulated pussy. "Shoo!"
The dog perked up his ears and made a small whimpering sound.
"Oh, God!" Amy gasped, no longer able to hold up her head. For a delightful few seconds she concentrated on her pussy before coming to her senses again and realizing the huge fucking dog hadn't obeyed her. She lifted her head once more and tried ordering him away again.
This time, rather than ignore her, he seemed to take her words as an invitation to crawl closer to the action. Terrified now, Amy stopped playing with herself and instead lifted her upper body up. "Go away!" she commanded as authoritatively as she could.
He wasn't listening. The large, hulking Great Dane had his head low to the floor, and he was sniffing around the mattress with his giant nose. Amy knew she had to get up and get away, but she was unable to do so. Some deep, nasty desire was keeping her in place. In a frozen trance she watched as the dog sniffed his large snout closer and closer to her pussy.
Her legs were still splayed wide open. The canine's nose was growing ever closer to her sopping wet pussy. And yet Amy just continued to stare at him, breathing heavily, her eyes wide with fear. She knew she should be using her hands to push the mongrel away, but instead they remained frozen at her sides, holding her upper body up as the dog grew closer to her sex.
It was as if everything went into slow motion as her sex-crazed mind refused to obey her more sensible self. She watched transfixed as the dog's snout sniffed at the mattress, growing closer and closer to her wet, sensitive pussy.
"Oh GOD!" she gasped.
She fell back onto the mattress the moment his cold, damp nose made contact with her pussy. It was so incredibly nasty and wrong to allow this giant dog to poke his nose between her legs. But Amy was beyond good reason. She was lost in a world of nasty, perverse pleasure. Deep down in the darkest recesses of her perverse little brain she wanted this, if only because it was wrong.
And before Amy could come to her senses the dog began to lap up the juices of her 14-year-old pussy. She curled her toes and tensed her body as he did. She couldn't even gasp or cry or whimper or moan. All she could do was stare wide-eyed at the ceiling, her mouth agape while this giant canine's long, raspy tongue lapped at her pussy as if it was a bowl of water.
No, this is wrong, get him away, stop him! the logical part of her brain demanded. The perverted part of her brain paid no attention. She began to writhe on the dirty mattress as the dog's tongue raked up and down her slit repeatedly, relentlessly. She felt an orgasm hit her but felt no relief. She was completely lost, subdued even, by how degenerate and dirty this was. She was basically being eaten out by a dog, a dog who obviously loved the taste of her cunt. It wasn't the kind of oral sex she'd received earlier from Dennis: this was savage, carnal, and perverted beyond all imagining.
"Holy shit!"
Amy's eyes glanced with horror past the hulking frame of the large dog. Standing there was Dennis, a look of complete shock on his round, fat face.
"S—st—stop h—him," she stuttered, unable to say much else. She was too lost in what seemed like an endless orgasm to be coherent.
A flash of light occurred then. Somewhere in the back of her head she realized he was taking a picture. Several more flashes occurred. Why wasn't he stopping his dog form lapping away at her cunt? she wondered frantically. Why aren't I stopping him? she thought then even as she squirmed with depraved pleasure.
"No, it's okay," Dennis was saying. She barely heard him. "I dig this. This is really nasty."
She heard Dennis encourage his dog, telling him he was a good boy. Amy clenched her eyes shut. She wanted it to be over, now. She was orgasmed-out. She felt completely humiliated and dirty and she wanted to go home and forget this had happened.
The lapping, coarse tongue suddenly disappeared just then. She felt relief beyond all measure and began to sputter her desire to return home.
"No," she heard Dennis say. "I have you for the next few hours. Now get on your hands and knees."
Amy opened her eyes and stared at him. He was holding Chilly back by the dog's collar, kneeling next to the girl with a nasty look in his eyes.
"Wh-what?" the girl stammered. "I—no, please, I need rest..."
"No rest for the wicked," Dennis replied with a perverted grin. "Chilly just gave you how many orgasms? You owe him. Get on all fours."
"No!" she declared in shock.
"Do it!" Dennis yelled. "Now, or I'll choke you a few seconds longer this time! Come on, slut, do it! All fours, now!"
Amy, dazed and humiliated and terrified, somehow found the strength to turn her body over. She had no choice. With trembling arms she pushed her body up until she was on all fours. Her long red hair fell around her head, blocking away her view of anything but the dirty mattress beneath her. Tears dripped down onto it, too, as she steeled herself for what surely was going to be the most degrading thing she'd ever gone through.
If only a part of her didn't want it to happen she might one day be able to forgive herself for this, she realized.
Months ago her dad had taken her virginity while she pretended to be asleep in her bed. Everything since then had led up to this point. Now she was just a little bitch-dog, a teenage slut about to get fucked by an animal. The worst thing, though, was that part of her actually wanted to experience this. It would have been one thing if she hadn't had any orgasms today, if she was so worked up that she was desperate to finally cum. But she had cum, many times, in the last hour or so. And yet she still trembled with anticipation. She still quaked at the thought of being fucked... by an animal. By a dog.
"That's a good boy, come on," she heard Dennis instruct the Great Dane. The dog was whimpering and yelping, and Dennis was obviously encouraging him to do what Amy secretly wished he would do.
The mutt was sniffing her cunt from behind suddenly, sending terrible ripples of pleasure through her small teenage body. She moaned involuntarily and arched her back, causing her ripe young ass to stick up even farther in the air, pressing her cunt back into the Great Dane's snout.
Chilly wasn't going to eat her out again, though, not while she was in this position. Still, there was no way to prepare for the large Great Dane's two-hundred-some pounds of doggy weight on her body when he did finally mount her like a bitch. She groaned and felt her arms buckle until she was on her elbows. She could feel him humping her from behind, though his cock didn't make contact with her cunt at first.
Dennis was helping him with that, though. The dog had his front paws up on her back, scratching away at her while she reeled with pain and excitement. When she felt the pointy-tipped doggy-cock at her pussy's entrance, she cried out with fear and perverse delight.
It hammered its way into her, and one stroke was enough for the dog to know what to do. Suddenly Amy was this dog's bitch-in-heat. She rested her upper body on her elbows as the massive animal drooled around her neck. Its heavy breathing drowned out any other sounds in the room, including the sound of Dennis laughing, something she just barely registered.
The canine cock was an incredibly long, slender spike as it slammed into her teenage pussy. She grunted and groaned as she was taken by this animal. The Great Dane's front legs were now to either side of her body, right next to her tits which were flattened against the dirty mattress. Only her ass was in the air as the dog pummeled its cock in and out of her like a jack hammer.
Just like she'd read about in the Farm Girl story, Chilly's doggy-dick got harder near the top, a tight little knot forming there. It grew to the size of a tennis ball and Amy whimpered at the sensation. Her body was tugged forward and back by this knot that locked them together, dog and girl, and she knew he wasn't going to be able to pull out of her until this monstrous bulge went away. She made depraved, wanton sounds as she realized how that knot would go away.
I'm just a little bitch dog, she thought perversely. I'm good for one thing, one thing, and I'm doing it, I'm fucking doing it!
Already she felt doggy-sperm sizzling its way into her vagina. The panting of the dog filled her ears, drowning out her moans of pleasure. She hadn't cum yet, but the weak girl knew she would soon. Again she could just barely hear Dennis, the dog's master, give his mongrel encouragement. Amy winced and moaned and squirmed with nasty pleasure.
Right now she was literally a bitch. She was being pummeled by this monstrously huge dog, whose knotted up dick was locked inside her teenage pussy. He was humping her so quickly that whenever he slammed all the way in, the momentary pain of being penetrated so deep inside was immediately replaced with the pleasure of his cock sliding back out across her clitty.
Eventually Amy's moans and cries and whimpers matched that of the dog fucking her. She wasn't human. She was delirious with pleasure. She was a fucking animal getting fucked by an animal. The dog seemed to cum over and over, but his knot was still tight and full and obscenely large inside her twat. Doggy sperm continuously filled her as she devolved into a complete and total mindless slut, moaning and whimpering guttural sounds as she was pummeled from behind.
Finally one last gush of doggy semen sprayed into her cunt and the dog instantly trotted backwards and away. She was empty all of a sudden. Or, at least, empty aside from all the doggy-cum that currently filled her. Weak in her elbow and knees, Amy collapsed onto her belly into the mattress.
She breathed heavily, her arms brought up around her face. She heard Dennis say a few things, but didn't care what they were. The 14-year-old bitch-dog was elated when she heard him walk away with Chilly in toe.
She fell asleep.
When she awoke she was surrounded in darkness. Dennis had turned off all the lights in the basement, apparently. Amy yawned loudly and rubbed at her eyes. She felt cold: she was nude, and there was a bunch of semen seeping out from her cunt. It felt like ice right now on her soft teenage flesh.
What time was it? There was no way of knowing. Amy shuddered and slowly sat up. She literally couldn't see a thing. The basement was pitch black. For all she knew she had slept for hours and it was midnight. She had no way to tell.
Finally the girl stood up. Damn was she sore between her legs! Blindly the naked teen stumbled forward until she stepped off the dirty old mattress she'd passed out on. The concrete floor was freezing, but she knew she wasn't far from the stairs. She stumbled around, slowly waving her arms in front of her, until her hands touched some drywall. She followed it to her right until the wall ended. Here were the stairs.
She looked up them and saw a crack of light at the top coming from under the door. Yawning again, the sore teenager carefully waddled her way up the stairs. When she got to the door she slowly opened it, and then blinked at the harsh sudden glare of daylight.
So it was still daytime, the disoriented teenager thought. She looked around until her eyes adjusted to the sight, and then walked forward. The smell of food filled her nostrils and she nearly salivated.
Amy got to the kitchen and saw Dennis sitting at a large, ornate table, greedily scooping spoonful after spoonful of soup into his fat mouth.
"Oh," he said, suddenly seeing her approach. "You're up. Hungry?"
Amy nodded. She watched him get up and head over to the stove, and then scoop a cupful of soup into a bowl. He walked back to the table and placed it at the chair immediately to his right.
"You slept a long time," he said after she'd gobbled down a few mouthfuls. "I figured I'd let you sleep."
She ignored him. Right now she was hungry and didn't want to talk. She didn't even care that she was naked at the table, or that trickle's of doggy-cum were still leaking out of her pussy and onto the chair. It wasn't her chair anyway.
When she finished eating, she finally spoke. "When can I go home?" she asked quietly.
"Your dad will be here in about an hour," Dennis grinned nastily at her. "I can't wait to tell him how well you and Chilly got on."
Amy's eyes widened. "No, don't tell him!" she cried. "Please!?"
"Tell you what," he sighed. "Suck my dick and swallow my cum like the nasty whorish slut that you are, and I'll keep it a secret."
Moments later Amy was doing just that. He had turned his seat to the side and she was on her knees before him, obediently sucking his dick into her mouth. This was a small price to pay to keep the true nature of her perversity from her dad, she reasoned. Dennis seemed to enjoy her inexpert sucking, too, and he came down her throat before too long.
"Go upstairs and shower," he commanded her then. "Make sure you wash all of Chilly's cum out of your twat... and brush your teeth too, while you're at it."
Amy was lost in a total fog as she obeyed the perverted fat man's directions. She went upstairs. She found a bathroom. She showered and cleaned the doggy-cum out from her pussy. She brushed her teeth, blow-dried her hair, and then dried her body with a big, comfy towel, which she wrapped around her frame before going back downstairs.
Dennis was waiting for her when she got there. He had retrieved her clothes and purse from the basement. She dressed in front of him one item of clothing at a time and then pulled on her shoes.
Suddenly a familiar sounding horn blared from outside. It was her dad! He was here, he'd come to bring her home!
"Look," Dennis said intently while staring into her face, "here's the deal. I fucked you. I don't give two shits if you tell him that. But if you mention anything about Chilly, I'll show your dad the pictures I took of you enjoying getting fucked and eaten out by a dog. You understand?"
Amy nodded her head as he helped her put on her coat. He had nothing to worry about: she wasn't about to tell her dad that she'd gotten fucked by a dog!
"Remember," he hissed into her ear, "I have pictures of you getting fucked by a dog, pictures of you loving it."
That was the last thing he said to her before opening the front door of his house. She stumbled out into the evening cold, her purse in her hand, walking in a daze toward her father's awaiting truck. After climbing up inside it she couldn't even look at her father. Instead she simply fell asleep again, awaking only momentarily when he scooped her into her arms back at the house to carry her off to bed.
She slept fitfully that night.