Bestiality and a Young Girl(9)

She felt this whirling sensation in her head, and she could feel herself blacking out. She tried to fight it, but it was no use. She had to give into it, and that was it. Her head got lighter and lighter and pretty soon she was drifting off into a very deep sleep. It would be the deepest sleep she had ever know. Visions of that huge cock danced all around her.




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"What have we here?" the tall man said, looking down at Vicky's perfectly still naked form.

It was almost dawn. Chris' horse had wandered off and was nowhere around. Vicky was still asleep and spread-eagle. The man stood above her admiring what he saw.

"No," he said, rubbing his chin, and feeling his sudden erection, "he never has brought you around. You're a new one on me."

Just by looking at her, and sniffing at the air, the man could tell that Vicky had been having sex with some type of animal, although he couldn't be sure just what type of animal it might have been.

"Yeah, I think I'll take you with me," he said, bending over her body.

"You might be nice to have around at that."

First he tied her hands together, and then her feet. Not once did Vicky stir. The man lifted her up over his shoulders and carried her deeper into the woods. Eventually they came to a small cabin, and the man carried her inside and placed her on the small bed in the far corner.

The only other furniture in the cabin was a small wooden table. There were two chairs beside it, and both of them looked as if they were going to fall apart. The loud barking of a dog could be heard, and that made Vicky stir. Thinking she was just dreaming, she drifted back to sleep.

"Yes," the man said, standing by the edge of the bed looking down at her, "I think I'm going to like having you around. You're going to add something to this place. The others he took away, but not you."

The man stood there watching Vicky sleep the whole time. Finally she woke up. Her eyes opened slowly, and her awareness of where she was and what was happening came even slower. When she discovered that her hands and feet were tied, she felt the blood draining right out of her. And when she saw the man standing beside the bed, she turned a ghostly white.

"Where am I?" she demanded. "Who are you? What's the meaning of this?"

The man smiled. "I found you in the woods and I brought you here. You could have gotten killed out there by some wild animal. Not all animals are tame you know."

"Why did you tie me up like this?"

"I had my reasons," he replied, beginning to pace the cabin.

"Let me go right this minute," she yelled.

"You better lower your voice," the man said, a sudden tone of cruelty in his voice.

"You just better let me go right now," Vicky said, trying to get up off the bed.

The man ran back to the bed, pushed her back down, and slapped her hard across the face.

"You ain't going no place, cunt," the man said. "You are mine, and you are going to stay here and make me happy."

With that he slapped her across the face again and again, until he had almost knocked her out. Vicky could feel the blood dripping down her chin and from her cut lip. She could feel the pain that swept over the whole side of her face.

Then she felt the man's hand between her legs. He was grabbing at her roughly, and she could feel his nails digging into her soft, still-wet cuntlips. He was hurting her, and it was obvious that that was his intention. He wanted to hurt her, and he meant to hurt her a lot more than he already was.

He pushed her back so that she was lying down again and he began to get almost his whole hand inside her pussy. He moved it in and out, stroking her insides just as hard as he could. Then she thought she felt this hard object inside her. It was as hard as a man's cock, but it wasn't that. Instead it was the handle of a long, ugly whip.

The man was sticking the handle right into her and working it in and out of her just as fast as he could. When she was at the point of orgasm, he pulled it out and just stood there looking down at her with this evil grin on his face.

"I could smell what you'd been doing out there," he said. "I know you were fucking something. Was it a dog? A horse maybe? I know it was some animal. You still got its come all over your body. It's dripping all over you still. Okay, you like animals, I'll get you an animal you'll really like."

The man disappeared out of the cabin, but not for long. Pretty soon he was back inside, and with him was this huge, black dog. The dog looked as big as he was. Vicky could feel her body trembling all over.

"Ole Boxer here," the man said. "He's fucked some pretty good cunt in his day. Yeah, he's knocked off more ass than most men, let me tell you that right now. Yeah, I like Ole Boxer. He knows just how to stroke a woman's cunt, and you're going to find that out quick enough."