“Goodnight, dad.” She hugged her mom and brother, “Goodnight guys, have good days tomorrow.”
Sara went upstairs and Neptune followed.
Her dad’s voice trailed up behind them, “He likes you!”
She turned to Neptune and ruffled his head, “Sorry, buddy you can’t sleep with me.”
He stood still, watching as the door closed with a click in front of him. Her jeans folded neatly and stacked on top of the one’s from the day before, she walked to the hamper and picked up the shirt and panties from her failed throw the night before. A second pair landed lightly atop the first, followed by a shirt and sweater. The bed welcomed her into its folds, draping over her hips and butt, tucking under her small breasts. As before she fell asleep quickly, giving no thought to the day’s events, morning or otherwise.
Bright winter rays slowly overtook the shadows of the room, bringing a fresh morning on their backs. Sara woke, warm and swaddled in under the soft sheets. It was definitely later this morning than the previous, she grabbed her phone. “8:34.”
“Wow, I must’ve been tired,” she said out loud. Getting out of bed the cold air evoked a shiver as it wrapped around her ankles and crept up her legs. She cracked her door to let the warm air in and walked to the bathroom rubbing sleep from her eyes and went about her morning routine. The shower was warm and cozy. She found herself thinking of Audrey, her tall, muscular frame could do a lot with a tiny girl like Sara. It had been four days since she last masturbated, so it made sense that she was horny. As she dried herself she was aware of her clit as it pulsed slightly when the towel brushed it. Today she would come, she decided. The house was empty.
Her laptop blinked on the floor in need of charging, so she grabbed the cable and plugged it in. The screen turned on and she saw emails in her school inbox. Laying down she scrolled through them, looking for any feedback about her exams.
There was no warning of breath before Neptune’s tongue plunged between her cheeks.
“Fuck!” she said, getting up.
But the dog was prepared and straddled her as she got to her knees. He bore his weight down on her, forcing her ass to her heels and her face into the carpet. It smelled musty.
“What the fuck!” she yelled as her knees slid to either side. Her exposed lips blossomed like a flower as her cheeks spread open.
“Get off me!” she screamed, struggling under Neptune’s weight.
Then she felt it. Something hard and large probed between her legs and brushed against her pubic hair. Sara realized it was his erect penis.
“No!” she screamed. Neptune snapped at her neck, she felt his strong teeth push against her soft flesh.
He thrust at her hole, rubbing against her pulsing clit. She felt her vagina dampen, eager to be filled. Another thrust. Wetter and wetter, her pussy drooled. A glistening strand of vaginal fluid pulled taught like a spiderweb across his red member.
“No no no no…” she whispered.
She knew what was happening and began to panic. Tears dripped down her face and onto the carpet. The only sound was panting.
She screamed. It echoed in her ears.
Neptune pulled back, lifting the tip of his dick and ramming into Sara’s soaked hole. She screamed again. He was far too big for her at nine inches long as thick as a soda can. Only the tip would go in. She squeezed, fighting back against the invading cock. He rammed again, but got no further. Neptune’s tip was slick with pre-cum and Sara’s juices, but he couldn’t penetrate deeper. She was too tight.
He backed up a bit, bracing his hind legs further. Sara thought perhaps he had given up. She was wrong. With the added force her slowly pushed forward. First the tip. Sara screamed and cried out for help. The thick cock began to spread her tight lips, driving deeper, stretching her.
“God, please help me,” she whimpered.
Her gold cross was tucked tightly between her chest and the floor. She let out a piercing screech as he drove into her. Sara was being split in half. Her tiny pussy wasn’t able to take so much.
After what felt like an eternity of tears and shrieking, Neptune was fully buried in her tight hole. Every inch of her dripping walls were taken by force. He began to pull back. Then thrust forward. Sara felt her organs move out of the way. She pissed hard onto the carpet, the pressure was loud enough to hear. Screaming did nothing to help her, but she yelled again anyways.
Neptune was beginning to fuck her. Sara could feel every inch of his fat cock plowing through her. She sobbed into the carpet in pain. Her fingers clutched at carpet fibers, begging them to pull her away. Her pussy squelched with every thrust. Heavy balls bounced off her swollen clit.
“Please stop please stop please please please…” she begged. Her face twisted in pain.
He pounded harder driving as deep as he could into his fuck-toy. Sara couldn’t take any more. Her cunt being abused and stretched to its limit was too much. She blacked out.
Neptune continued to thrust, but her limp body wouldn’t stay in place. He began walking. Sara’s face pressed into the carpet as she was pushed forward. Her arms and legs dragged. The dog had pushed her up against the baseboard, where her desk had sat. Her flexible body bent forward and her ass lifted in the air. He slammed into her once more. Sara slowly came to as her body bounced off the wall.
Her head was below her abdomen.
Face between her legs, she watched her dripping hole stretched beyond belief to accommodate Neptune’s thick red meat. Her abdomen bulged with every thrust. She began to scream again. His merciless pounding began to build and balls slapped against her clit.
The orgasm ripped through her. Warm fluid splashed hard onto her face as her cunt viciously ejaculated. She coughed and gagged mid-scream as her juices filled her mouth and went up her nose. Her eyes burned and blurred.
“Get it off!” Sara desperately cried out, flinging her head side to side.
All she could taste or see was her own squirting pussy. A bulge began pressing onto her outer lips. She squinted through tears and her own cum to see a red ball, twice as wide as Neptune’s penis, pressing into her.
Neptune pushed. Sara’s lips began to part. Slick with sweat, her ass pressed firmly against the wall. The knot spread her pelvic bone as it inched forward. One more thrust.
The knot pressed into her greedy pussy. Neptune’s cock rammed against Sara’s cervix, the tip wiggling in. As she screamed for the last time, she felt hot cum flood her belly. Her womb was filled. Salty dog semen squelched past the knot and poured into Sara’s open mouth. It burned in her throat. Both ends of Sara gulped at his load as Neptune turned around, dragging her from the wall. She lay still, unable to move from pain and fear.
He pulled her a few feet, wholly stuck inside her clamping vagina. Sara’s legs lay flat on either side of her head, hard nipples left tracks in the carpet as her ass remained supported by the thick meat bulging in her guts. It was silent but for her whimpering and the occasional squirt of cum slipping past the receding knot.
Finally, Neptune’s dick slid out of Sara. She felt every inch glide through her canal before her hips slammed down onto the soft carpet. Laying there, she felt her gaping, swollen vagina leaking a puddle of dog cum onto the carpet.
“Oh god oh god…” she sobbed into the carpet.
Neptune walked around her and nudged her side with his nose. Putting his weight into her, she rolled over. Her nipples were erect. Her face was covered in a slurry of drool, snot, cum, and tears. The dog stood over her face and laid his flaccid cock across it. Sara felt the weight of it press down onto her freckled, slimy skin. She didn’t dare move and silently cried. The musky smell of dog cock filled her brain, mingling with her terror. Her juices dripped and rolled down her face like tears.
She closed her eyes and passed out again.
When Sara awoke she was alone. She heard cardinals tweeting outside, the wind knocking through leafless trees. Sitting up, she felt the crust of dried cum sticking her ass to the carpet. Her mouth tasted like semen and her own juices. She had no sense of how much time passed.
Sara curled into a ball. Sobs wracked her body, driving yet more warm sperm from her still gaping hole. It ran down her buttcheek to join the rest in a crusted puddle on the carpet.
After a while she crawled to the bathroom, her legs did not want to work. The hairs on her anus unstuck themselves as she moved her legs. She used the counter to pull herself to her feet and saw her reflection. Her hair was matted to her head, glued together with sticky, dried semen and mucus. Her eyes were bloodshot and her face was covered in a filthy sheen of crusting fluids. Pubic hair lay in globs over her gaped vagina. It would never be quite the same.
Something dripped from her gold cross.
Sara could barely look at herself thinking about orgasming on a dog’s cock. Every moment of the vicious rape was seared into her memory, aside, of course, for the moments she was unconscious.
She stepped into the shower and sat down. The warm water washed away her tears.
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