Finally the Doberman dropped his big, pointed snout into the jungle of black, curly pubic hair. For a second the movements of his powerful jaw were hidden in that forest.
'Aiyeee! Nooo! Nooooo!' Maria screamed, each shriek louder than the last. Her tits jumped, rolled, collided with each other on her heaving chest as the Doberman's growling grew to a furious pitch and intensity.
'Oh no!' Judy cried, turning her head away as she saw the dog's blazing eyes. The Doberman seemed to enjoy the Mexican girl's shouts and cries. Growling, he pushed his snout against her furry box once more.
'NO! Oh, noooooo,' the woman groaned as she rolled her head from side to side.
Linda stared at the whimpering girl. And as much as she tried to force it from her mind, she began to feel something hot and tight taking over her cunt. It was the same kind of sexual excitement that had crept up from the pits of her mind when she was being beaten and humiliated. As she watched that growling Doberman mercilessly work over the wailing Maria, Linda imagined that she could feel the animal's teeth scraping painfully across her puffy outer cunt-lips. She could feel that long, rough pink tongue darting and slobbering all over her pussy, her ass, her inner thighs, and her heaving, flat belly. She could feel the hot, wet breath blasting through her spit- slicked cunt-hairs. And then there would be that wild, painful sensation of those long, sharp canine teeth ripping across her clit. Linda tried to shake that feeling from her mind, but it seemed to take over her body.
'Arrrrg-ihhhh!' The Mexican girl suddenly cried out. There was something desperate, despairing, agonizing, almost masculine about that scream. It shook Linda out of her daydream and forced her to focus her eyes on the scene. What she saw almost made her faint. The Doberman had gone wild, ripping his teeth into the girl's snatch.
'Ohhhhh, Mama!' Judy wailed, trying to look the other way as Chris forced her to watch the carnage. The dog's head swung back and forth as he made deep gutteral noises of an animal feeding on its prey. There was blood splashing and spraying everywhere as his snout sank deeper and deeper into the mess that was Maria's cunt. The girl shrieked and tried to escape. But it was useless. The dog kept her from crawling away as he continued to gnaw her life away.
'Stop it! Stop it!' Linda shrieked, covering her eyes and sinking to the ground.
Chris raised his eyebrows, then turned toward the trucker who still held the leash. With a signal, the dog was pulled away. Linda peered at the animal, blood dripping from his paw. A few feet away the Mexican girl lay bleeding heavily. Only a few moans of agony escaped her moving lips.
'Take her away!' Chris ordered, pushing Judy back to her mother. As the two women embraced, the Mexican girl was dragged from the compound and back to one of the cells.
'You've seen the first part of the doggie show. You want your daughter to be in act two?' Chris asked, looking sharply at Linda.
'Mama!' the girl wailed, clutching Linda wildly as she buried her face in her chest.
Linda closed her eyes and groaned deep in her throat. No matter how she felt, she could never even think about letting Judy go through what Maria had endured.
'You've won,' she said, inhaling a deep breath and turning her face away. 'I'll do what you want me to do,' she whispered out. 'Now, let the two of us go back to the cell.'
'Sure, sure,' Chris said, obviously pleased that he'd gotten Linda to come around. 'In fact, if either of you girls are anxious for a little cock as a reward…' he said, sweeping his hands around and motioning to the truckers who were still in the yard.
'We want nothing from you,' Linda said, fighting down the revulsion that boiled in her belly. The two of them walked back into the building, each clutching the other for support and protection as Chris watched them disappear into the stone building.
'What's going on, mother?' Judy asked as Linda stood on her toes, peering out of the window. It was night. The two of them had been fed, then ignored as the sun set. Now the yard was filled with the sounds of wild laughing and drunken shouting.
'Looks like they're having some kind of party,' Linda remarked as she watched the truckers staggering around with half-empty bottles of liquor in their hands. Chris and Bill stood stone-sober on the far side of a large bonfire that had been built. They seemed to be the orchestrators of this drunken orgy. Linda guessed that it was this kind of thing that kept the men loyal to him – this and money.
'I hope they don't ask us to join,' the girl said after several minutes of silence passed.
'Don't even think it,' Linda said, feeling a chill ripple through her body. The thought had crossed her mind. Two women, completely helpless in this deserted section of the desert; she could well imagine what they'd do to them and still keep them serviceable for their smuggling plans.
Both Bill and Chris seemed mildly amused at the truckers' drunkenness, watching with detachment their unrestrained revelry. Then Chris turned around and noticed Linda peering out of the window. He stared at her for a few seconds, then broke into a thin, cold, mocking smile. Linda felt her skin crawl with disgust. Even looking at that man made her feel unclean. She shuddered, then pulled herself away from the window and walked over to the Army cot and where Judy was sitting.
'What are they going to do with us when they're through?' the girl asked quietly after her mother sat down.
'I don't even want to guess, honey,' Linda said, reaching over and gently taking her daughter's hand in hers. She stroked those smaller fingers and almost broke down into sobs. It was only the knowledge that one of them had to stay strong in the face of this horror that kept her from screaming the roof down.
'Will they do the same to us as they did to that girl?' Judy asked dreamily.
'Don't even think it! Don't even think it!' Linda whispered hoarsely, hugging her daughter close to her. She remembered Maria's shrieks. All that blood, all the pain! No – it was too horrible to think about!
Her thoughts were interrupted by the sounds of drunken shuffling outside the cell door. Linda looked up and saw five truckers leaning heavily against the thick, black iron bars of the door. Their rancid breaths filled the tiny cell with a sick odor while they leered and chuckled and drank from the bottles they held loosely in their hands.
'What do you want?' Linda demanded, shrinking back from the tiny mob.
'Listen to her,' one trucker said, his heavy lidded eyes focused on Judy's bare thighs. 'She sounds like the Virgin Mary.'
The other truckers broke out laughing and took another long drink.
'Get out of here. If your boss knew where you were, he'd whip you!' Linda hissed, realizing that those men had more than just humiliation in mind.
'Come out, come out and play,' another trucker said in a mocking voice.
'Hey, I've got the keys,' someone yelled from down the passageway.
Linda's blood froze. To be turned over to this howling, drunken pack – it was unthinkable! Yet soon she heard the sounds of the key being drilled into tht lock, then the rusty iron door creaking open.
'Mama!' Judy shrieked as two truckers lunged for the girl.
'Leave her alone!' Linda cried out, jumping off the cot and clawing at the biggest man. She dug her fingers into his face, raking her nails across his flushed cheeks as she kicked him savagely in the legs. But her attack only seemed to make him more determined to get at Judy.
'Get her off me!' he finally cried out as Linda made a fist and pounded him as hard as she could in the left eye. The blonde felt a pair of rough hands suddenly slide around her waist and pull her off the angered driver. Another trucker held her tightly around her waist while she screamed, thrashed, kicked and tried to rip at him with her fingers.
'Noooo!' Judy screeched.
Linda became more violent, twisting in the trucker's arms. Any view of her daughter was obscured by three trucker's backs. She couldn't see what they were doing to her daughter.
'Come on. Let's take 'em outside,' the trucker behind Linda shouted as he staggered backward toward the opened cell door. Linda clawed at his wrists with her fingernails, drawing blood into his hairy, leathery skin finally. But the man just laughed and continued dragging the screaming woman down the corridor.
Behind her Linda could hear Judy yelping and screaming for help. She twisted her head around and could barely see her daughter. Four men were carrying her like a bagged deer – two by the arms, two by the legs. The girl swayed back and forth like a piece of speared meat with every drunken step the men took. She tried to kick herself free. But the truckers held her too tightly for that.
