She caught sight of a previously unnoticed door swinging open and a body coming into the room. Details eluded her where it was only just in her peripheral vision, but strong hands grasped her arms, pinning them back and lifted her from the seat as if she were nothing, into a standing position.
Grant tore her jacket from her shoulders, ripping the sleeves of the body. Her blouse was then grasped by both of his hands and rent apart, popping buttons, to expose her bra-less breasts. She screamed and was rewarded with a fist to the side of her jaw. Mercifully, she lost consciousness for a moment or two, but came round enough to feel her panties being pulled and ripped sideways off of her. Her skirt lay in a fallen halo around her feet. Her arms were still pinned back, but he, who ever Jake was, had now got her in a one handed grip, with the other gripping her right breast painfully.
“Give me her hands.” Grant’s orders to Jake were clipped, succinct, offering no niceties or room for misunderstanding. Her hands were forced together in front of her body; a plastic cable-tie was looped over her wrists and cruelly yanked them tightly together.
“Now Bitch, you’re going to get what you came for.” His breath smelled as it escaped from his lips, a few scant millimetres from her ear. Ruth’s bladder let go and her urine puddled on the floor between her feet and soaked her skirt. Fear ran amok through her, sense and rational thought became impossible.
She was thrown to the floor, landing on her back and cracking her head on the hard floor. Stars circled and her vision blurred for a few seconds. Her other senses were working overtime though and she felt her legs being pulled apart roughly while her tethered hands were yanked up and over her head.
“Here boy, see what we got for you.” Grant hissed to the dog in a loud whisper. Helmut was becoming agitated by the sudden action that seemed to Ruth as if it had gone on for hours already, but had all been done in a few short seconds, with what seemed, a practiced ease as if they did this regularly.
With a few more words of encouragement, the Doberman approached and smelled at Ruth’s sex. His breath felt hot, but his nose was electrically cold when it brushed against her vulva.
“No! Please? Don’t do this.” She pleaded and was slapped stingingly across her face, drawing blood as her cheek squashed against teeth. She almost gagged at the taste of her blood as it filled her mouth. Grant’s order for her to shut the fuck up wasn’t necessary.
After backing off when she was slapped, Helmut came at her again and tongued her exposed cunt. He seemed to relish the fear induced piss and began to lap at her in rapid strokes of his hot tongue. Ruth thrashed her head from side to side in terror, but only collected another slap that promised to be a full-blown fist if she didn’t shut the fuck up.
Her terror complete, Ruth found a small part of herself, detached and almost idly watching the abuse she was receiving, in amused distain. She retreated to that place, trying to hold her sanity together.
The dog licked her for a few minutes, before they turned her over and shoved a cushion under her stomach. Helmut started licking her again, in this new position and managed to get his tongue through her labia lips. Her bladder let go again, which only excited the dog further, increasing his tempo in mounting expectation.
Suddenly, she was thrown over onto her back again and sat against a wooden chair that supported her head at the base of her neck.
“Suck him you cunt.” Grant was still giving the orders while Jake seemed to know exactly what to do. He grabbed her head between both hands and opened her mouth by pressing against her cheeks, in readiness for the dogs cock. Grant dragged Helmut over her prone body and helped him get into a standing position, where his cock was in line with her open mouth. Ruth’s eyes were shut where the fur of the dog brushed against her face, so she didn’t see the massive size of the dogs weeping and engorged penis. She didn’t see it, but soon felt it as the hard pointed end almost tore her throat apart. She gagged and threw up, but was unable to emit the spew where cock filled her mouth. It came out of her nose and stopped her breathing for a heart stopping second.
Helmut was humping her mouth in rapid and short strokes. She couldn’t breath and was continually gagging. Fortunately for Ruth, in their excitement, they wanted to see the next act quickly, not dwelling on the scenario for long.
She was spun over yet again and something was thrust under her hips, while her head rested on the floor and her knees supported her lower half. Ruth gasped a breath and almost screamed, but managed to check it as she felt the weight of the dog’s body drop on her.
Helmut, in a customary position, thrust forwards and stabbed her between her anus and pussy. His next thrust caught her tailbone. The sudden agony caused her to scream, which turned into a howl of pain and anguish as Helmut’s next thrust entered her cunt.
“Shut her up Jake for fuck sake will ya?”
Something was shoved into her mouth. She thought it might be the remains of her blouse in that detached place of sanity that was still operating in a corner of her mind.
Helmut was now pumping the whole of his cock deep into her bruised sex. His thrusts came in rapid staccato and getting deeper with each violent and ruthless stab. Ruth screamed around the cloth as his knot passed her outer lips and began to swell inside her, forcing her walls to part and hurting her pelvic joints as they tried to spread. In one sudden thrust, Helmut buried all of his cock inside her, tearing something inside. She felt it go, but had now become, almost inured of the pain and violence, of what was happening to her.
Then the dog bit her neck and shoved against her harder and with more urgency. She knew he was now filling her with his seed and that she was ruined, possibly forever. The pain had become deep and centred within her. It felt cauterised by the hot dog semen splashing against her womb.
They were tied. Helmut tried to get away, but only succeeded in turning in the manner she had dreamed about so long ago. Ass to ass they stayed for some time until his knot receded enough for them to separate. By now, Ruth was almost senseless, only partially registering the semen of her violators as she spat it out of her ruined mouth.
Ruth was found two days later, dehydrated, wondering naked and mindless in remote fields. Her ruined throat was trying to hum a tune, as she rolled or walked through the corn. Her saviour had been that small, detached place in her mind. It was the only thing that saved her from complete derangement. It took her many months for her body to heal, but she never quite healed in her head.
Helmut, Grant and Jake were not seen again, neither on the site, she had previously been a regular at or the hut, where they had abused her so cruelly. It took Ruth almost too much to tell of her ordeal, but a counsellor helped. The Police tried tracking the computer back through the ISP but never found the owner. Besides, she asked for it, didn’t she? So their concern was somewhat lessened; beside, her pictures she had sent over the period of chat where quite erotic.