BRINGS ON THE DOGS – Chapter 9
Through the late night fog and cold Judy staggered, half carrying Evelyn to the shop.
Her bare feet were bruised and bleeding from the ordeal at the warehouse and from
pieces of sharp, jagged glass she’d stepped on. All the way she kept thinking of Mac.
Judy debated whether or not she could call the big man and tell him what happened.
Then she thought of the look of horror and revulsion he would have, especially when
he learned of her encounter with the German shepherd. Judy was sure he’d nothing
more to do with her after a confession of something like that. No, she couldn’t tell Mac
about what happened to her and Evy.
"Thank God, we’re here," Judy muttered under her breath as she strained forward and
quickened her pace. Evelyn helped as much as she could, stumbling along until they
reached the still-open front door of her shop.
"You’d think the police would’ve noticed something was wrong with the front door
wide open," Judy commented wryly as she pushed open the door and hauled Evelyn
inside. The cozy warmth of the interior cheered Judy’s heart as she almost ran to the
rear of the shop and deposited Evelyn gently onto the soft padded swivel chair behind
the desk. The brunette let out a long, weary sigh of relief and collapsed into the chair.
Judy moved quickly, dialing the police. Passing herself off as an anonymous phone
caller, she gave them as many details as she could of the oncoming gang war. When
they asked her, her name, Judy slammed the phone down.
"We’ve got to get cleaned up," Judy said. She looked down at her tattered clothes, then
over at Evelyn who sat half-dead in the chair. They both were dirty and bruised – two
women brutally raped and abused, and no one would never know about it. Their
reputations and possibly their lives depended on how quiet this all could be kept. Judy
pressed her hand tighter against her mouth. She had to keep from screaming.
"You think the police will do something about your call?" Evelyn asked in a thin voice
as Judy shook herself into action and started walking back to the toilet area.
"I don’t know. I hope so, Evey. Maybe they’ll put them all away and we can do without
the whole damned mob. I, for one-"
"Shh! What’s that?" Evelyn said, pushing herself out of the chair and leaning forward.
Judy stopped in mid-sentence. She too heard something outside the door. The blonde
could hear talking and the sounds of many feet shuffling along the sidewalk outside the
door.
Judy fell to her knees, then crawled along the floor quietly as she motioned for Evy to
keep down. Moving quickly through the pile of scattered merchandise that still lay in
disarray around the shop, Judy crawled to the window and slowly raised her head to
peer out the glass.
"It’s those kids from the other gang," Judy said in a loud whisper, turning her head
around and looking back at Evelyn who was crouched behind the partition and peering
forward. Judy raised her head again and saw Jack, Joe and the others milling
suspiciously several feet from the lamp post in front of the shop. Moving her eyes to the
left, the blonde spotted the familiar VW bus parked in the dark off the boulevard in an
abandoned lot. It was only then she realized the rumble was going to be in the vicinity
of the stationery store.
Judy fell to the floor again, crawling swiftly and painfully back to the office area.
"I’ve got to call the police again. They’re going to have their fight now," the blonde
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said, standing up and pulling the receiver off the hook once more.
"Why? Let them kill each other off," Evelyn said, standing up and holding Judy’s right
arm tightly.
"Evy, we can’t be like them. No matter what they did to us, if we don’t call the cops
and stop this, we’ll be no better than they are," Judy said, staring meaningfully into
Evy’s eyes as she pulled free and dialed the police again.
The rest of the action happened so quickly it took several hours for both Judy and
Evelyn to digest it. Police had had intelligence reports on the renewed activity of the
formerly defunct Chicano gang and its vow to destroy the Venice Thirteen. Judy’s two
calls helped locate the gang activity. In minutes the police were in front of the store,
arriving just in time. The fight had begun.
In short order the authorities rounded up most members of both gangs, cuffing and
dragging them to awaiting wagons while Judy and Evelyn watched undetected from the
inside of their shop. During that episode and in the ones to follow during the hearings
and subsequent trials, the two women would be forgotten by both members of the
gangs. They were simply two victims among a whole list of many who blurred with the
passage of time.
Judy and Evelyn spent the night together in the shop, cleaning up and talking out what
had happened to them both. Evelyn had been determined not only to sell the shop, but
to get out of Los Angeles for a while. Judy had managed to convince her a vacation
might be therapeutic, but leaving would just be running away. Besides, now that the
gangs were gone, there was little to fear except no business.
In the end, by the time the sun had risen, Judy had won. Evelyn agreed to stay, also
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agreeing to keep the events of the night secret from her brother Mac. As for the bruises
that couldn’t be too well hidden, the women agreed to concoct a story about having
been beaten and robbed by two masked thugs. They would leave out the rape.
That morning Mac found police at the shop taking Judy’s statement of what happened
to both her and Evy. Although badly shaken, she said neither of them had been injured
badly. Evelyn stood silently by, swaying back and forth and occasionally leaning against
the blonde for support. Just at the end of her interview, Judy caught sight of Mac
standing in the front doorway. She felt her heart skip a beat and her face flush with
excitement as the big handsome man wrinkled his forehead and looked questioningly at
her, then at his sister. No, he never can know, Judy thought to herself as Mac strolled
into the ship, staring at the debris on the floor.
***
Judy’s tongue writhed against Mac’s like a snake, fencing and battling as she
communicated her rising needs to him. She sucked at the same time, drawing his thick
lips into her mouth. She felt the inner edges of each of his teeth and speared the tip of
her tongue into the soft, slippery tissues under his tongue.
The rising heat in her cunt drove the woman forward against Mac, sliding her oozing
cuntlips against the big man’s stiffened prong. His tangled cock hairs tickled the spongy
fat labia. Her pussy and thighs were wet with passion, tingling and aching as she
hunched forward again. The two of them were alone in Judy’s bedroom, lying on their
sides and playing with one another. It was four days after the ordeal of that evening.
Evelyn had closed the shop of the week, taking that vacation she and Judy had decided
would be best for her. It had taken this long for the bruises to heal enough for a good
fuck session. Judy was more than ready. And from the heat radiating out of Mac’s
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crotch, the blonde could see he was more than eager.
"Oh baby," Mac moaned, reaching over and hand-stroking her inner thigh softly. The
other hand reached around and kneaded her left buttocks.
Judy groaned at his light, soft touch, feeling thrills of pleasure spreading into her
snatch. Her belly rippled. Her tits touched one another, rubbing back and forth. Her
eyelids quivered and her back arched. She was moaning louder now and her pussy oil
was frothing more powerfully from between her fat, rubbing snatchhps. Needles seemed
to be digging at her tits. Tiny shards burrowed into her belly and cunt. Her clit was full
and painfully vibrating. Judy tensed every muscle in her body. Her cunt needed a hard,
ramming cock.
With a sigh of relief, Judy let her belly relax against the smooth, velvety heat of Mac’s
rigid cock. A slight smear of pre-cum dribbled against her pussy membranes. She slid
her hand around his thick neck and hunched herself forward again. Judy loved that
feeling of Mac’s strong virility against her. Reaching down between their two sweating
bodies, the blonde touched the hard knob with her fingers. Immediately the big dark-
haired stud moaned at her light touch, pushing his thighs forward and burying the root
of his throbbing dick into the woman’s slick fuck furrow. Judy slid slightly down the
bed, then moved up, rubbing her clitshaft against Mac’s thick, hard, hot cock.
Moving her hand upward again, the blonde curled her fingers in the thick matting of
stiff hairs on his chest. Mac breathed harder against her. His big hands lifted her from
the bed and pulled her tightly to him. More heavy juices poured out of her cunt,
spilling onto her quivering thighs. Every movement she made her cunt blink open with
lust. It wanted to be filled, stuffed to the hilt with Mac’s drooling cockmeat.
As if in answer to her desires, Mac rolled his hips, making his prick push against the
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top of Judy’s cuntmound. That pressure sent ripples of pre-orgasmic spasms deliciously
through her swampy box. Soon the knob of his cock pressed right against her clit. Judy
sighed, feeling the electric discharge seeping from the hot sex flesh to all parts of her
twat. She rocked her asscheeks from side to side, directing the thick, meaty end of his
dickhead against one pussy lip, then another. Her clit rolled back and forth under the
pressure, sending more heat through her until she thought she’d explode and burn into
a pile of cinders from all this excitement. Mac groaned, then moved his head forward
and opened his mouth, sucking and biting at her neck. Every nipple sent hot/cold
flashes of lust up and down her spine.
Again Judy rocked her hips forward, sliding her greasy gash over his cockhead. She
squirmed and twisted, screwing her snatch partially over the rounded dome. She let out
a loan moan of frustration as Mac chuckled at her efforts. He purposely kept her from
mounting that prick until he felt she was frantic with sexual tension. He wanted her
jerking and bouncing up and down his rod like a crazed puppet. He wanted the blonde
screaming and moaning like a ghost, out of control and riding his cock as if her life
depended on it.
"C-can’t take it unnnnrrrrhhhh," Judy tried to say, her words turning into a series of
animal growls as her power of speech faded. Mac decided it was time to fuck her now.
He moved forward while he let Judy center her cunthole over the dome of his
prickhead. She rubbed her stiff nipples against him, sanding those sensitive pointed tips
on his body fur while she felt Mac’s cockhead spread her pussylips apart, peeling the
fat, red outer labia back as it speared into her steamy snatch.
When the wide, flaring head was still pressing against the outside of her pussy, Judy felt
the steamy, belly-tensing knot starting up in her crotch. She rocked her thighs from
side to side, pressing her cunt further and further down onto Mac’s insistent rod.
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The big stud grunted, pushing forward and upward. With an oily plop, his dickhead
sank easily into the morass of hot, greasy pussy flesh.
Judy felt herself dissolving in Mac’s strong, clutching arms. She was stabbed by him,
impaled by his thick, throbbing, drooling rod while his hot, hairy arms crawled all over
her goose-fleshed body. His legs rolled on top of hers, pinning them down to the
wrinkled sheets while his thick lips slid and sucked all over her face. She let him do
anything to him. She wanted to be fucked into a pile of throbbing, steaming flesh while
she rocketed off into a region of never-ending orgasm. These were the wild thoughts
scorching her whirling brain as Mack plunged his hot pecker deeper and deeper into
the grunting woman.
Judy contracted her cunt muscles, milking her slick cunt flesh against his sinking cock
without moving her hips and inch. Mack groaned into her spit-slicked kiss, then shoved
forward and buried most of his dick into her. Now it was Judy’s turn to cry out with
ecstasy, jerking back her head and letting out a long, thin wail of unspeakable delight.
The rising heat in her cunt made her begin to move frantically on the squeaking bed.
When she arched her back, Mac pulled his cock outward until the flared ridge around
his knob tugged at her sucking pussy. That tension ripped at her mind, making her clit
shaft stiffen harder and throb closer and closer to orgasm. She was swiveling her ass as
best she could in that position, pressing her buttocks first against the sheets, then
thrusting them forward as she swallowed up Mac’s prick once more. The tension
swelled in her belly, pushing down on her cunt and up on her titties until the blonde
thought she was going to blow apart. Her long, golden hair clung to her sweat-
dampened cheeks and forehead as her mouth twisted open and let out a series of
strained, guttural sounds.
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Mac responded by digging his fingernails into her buttocks. Judy felt all the nerves in
her round globes standing on end, quivering to his touch. Judy felt her entire body
turning into a rubbery, melting mass of clinging fluid as her face reflected the ball of
hunger growing at the center of her pussy.
Judy suddenly felt the last strap of control snap apart. She was tossing her hips in wild
abandon now, the simmering heat in her cunt boiling over as her breath caught. Her
pussy hurt from the friction. The blonde grunted, ramming her pussy down onto the
rock-hard rod of cock.
Then Judy exploded, her mind blowing apart into millions of pieces. The hard, heavy
jolt of the first wad of Mac’s jizz sent her fists flying against his chest.
The blonde screamed and thrashed, clamping her spasming cuntmuscles down hard on
the spurting rod as she wriggled and whimpered crazily. The catastrophic waves ripping
her cunt made every muscle in her body spasm. She kicked and bit at the big man,
knocked wild by the massive thrusts of the spunk-spurting cock. Judy felt her
pussywalls grip down on his prick at least two times for every wad shooting from his
knob.
The woman felt she was all cunt, wet, hot, and clenching in every cell of her body. Judy
milked that shooting rod for what seemed like an eternity. Her head jerked against the
crushed, sweat-soaked pillow while her tits jiggled like pudding.
At last the cumming ended for both of them. Mac fell backward, pulling his cock out
and fighting to catch his breath. Judy rolled half on top of the big man, murmuring out
gasps of thanks. Slowly that familiar warm, engulfing glow settled over both of them.
Judy smiled as she felt Mac’s thick fingers trail over her sides, sliding down her still-
bruised hips until they trailed across her wet inner thighs.
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"Oh," Judy cried out involuntarily as Mac accidentally touched a sore spot.
"Sorry, babe. Those bastards! I hope the cops catch ’em," Mac said angrily, his black
eyes sparkling with revenge as his white teeth gleamed tightly set under his thick
moustache. "For those creeps to do something like that to you and sis…" Mac started to
say. Judy raised her right hand and gently pressed her slender fingers to his lips.
"Don’t," she said, bending forward and kissing his lightly. "They’ll find them. And if
they don’t, well, it really doesn’t matter."
Mac grunted, holding her more tightly to him. Judy sighed. No, the police wouldn’t
find them. They already had the men responsible for doing those horrible things to hers
and Evy’s body. But neither woman would ever admit to what happened.
Judy opened her eyes again and saw that Mac was drifting slowly off to sleep. She
smiled to herself, murmuring something as she snuggled against his powerful, hairy,
protective body. His limp cock pressed lightly against her left thigh as her mind drifted
back to that night in the shop. Although Judy refused to admit it to herself during the
day, she couldn’t drive the thoughts out of her mind now that she’d enjoyed some of
the degradation that night. The feeling of being forced to submit to those sexual horrors
had actually appealed to something dark inside her. It came out even now when she
and Mac were fucking. She wanted him to hurt her, destroy her, pound her into
nothing with his body and cock. But then there was that dog and what she felt when
he…
No, she couldn’t think of something like that. It was all too horrible, too dark. Yet
could it be possible that something inside her was unleashed in her that night,
something that even a stud like Mac wouldn’t be able to satisfy? Would she become a
human bitch, hungering after perverted sex to satisfy her sick appetite?
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No, no, it was a horrible thought. Judy sighed again, closing her eyes and pressing more
tightly against Mac’s body. His steady, deep breathing filled the room as Judy felt
herself slipping off to unconsciousness. The last thing she remembered that evening was
Mac’s warm body and the pleasing sounds of several dogs barking at the moon.
THE END
