She still had nightmares of being mounted and raped, in the way some other women in the neighborhood were claimed to have been, with two recurring sce...arios: One, taken to bed by three men and then being invaded by the dog, and the other in a situation when she was forced to submit herself to save Mark from being killed by the dog. It was all the more real to her, since last night she had dreamed the first dream again, and two of the men present before the dog's arrival were those who had taken. Her muscles quivered uncontrollably, making the wood panel dig deeper inside her. She tried to lift herself using her hands, but another blow across her back threw her effort in vain. The woman walked slowly around her, sending well-placed blows at her bottom, back and breasts, targeting specially her protruding nipples. The girl was in pain. She struggled, quivered, and screamed in every blow with her parched voice. Yet the torture continued."Mercy ... mercy..." The girl pleaded as the torture. I had never been so turned on by a man sucking my nipples, I have to say it was a great feeling. I was so lost in the intensity that I forgot about rubbing his cock, so he grabbed both my arms and pinned me against the door while continuing to gently bite and suck my nipples. By now we were both fully aroused and wanting the same thing, to fuck our brains out! He slowly moved his hands down to my hips and worked his way into my pants. I was wearing underwear, but not much, they were my little. Christina knew Alex was right as her shirt and shorts were extremely wet from the rain and she didn’t want to get Alex’s new truck any wetter than it already was. She then pulled her shirt up over her head and tossed it down onto the floor as Alex drove away from the park. Alex looked over at her to see if she was going to remove her wet shorts. Christina was a little apprehensible at first but a few seconds later began to remove her wet shorts. She now rode home in Alex’s trucks in just her.