*** 19 ***

Nena's father dragged her to one of the empty dog houses and flung her down in front of it unceremoniously. She cried out as her naked body made contact with the hard ground, the dust attaching itself to her wet body. Her father reached into the into the debilitated structure and pulled out a length of thick rope. "Get on your stomach, you good for nothing whore," he said angrily, his mouth turning up in a vicious scowl.

Nena felt numb with the cocoon of shock that enveloped her. She tried to be strong and brave, but her words came out pleadingly, in soft staccato bursts of fear. "Papa, I want to go back home with you and mama...I'm sorry for hurting you...I'm sorry for-"

Her father cut her off abruptly. "You're worse that a fucking dog and have shamed out house!"

Nena began to sob quietly.

"You want to behave like a dog, then you will learn to live like one."

Her eyes grew wide in alarm as her father grabbed her legs and began to wrap the rough cord around her ankles, hobbling her.

"What do you mean papa! What do you mean!" she said fearfully. Her heart began to race as she realized what her father was planning to do. Nena tried to get up, but only succeeded in raising herself to her knees. She could feel the rough rope wrapped tight around her ankles preventing her from standing straight up. She valiantly tried to get up, but her father pushed her down cruelly.

She fell heavily on her stomach, her firm tits digging into the hard earth. The blow caused the air to woosh out of her stomach making her dizzy. Her father looked down at her his eyes glaring. "If you make any attempt to take off the rope, you will remain here an extra month. Do you understand me?"

Nena knew that any sign of rebellion would result in even a worse punishment. Nena noticed the dogs pacing anxiously around the pen, their long tongues wagging. She shivered.

Hobbled and on her knees, she saw everything from the dogs' perspective. They looked much more menacing, bigger, stronger. She tried to hold back the fright that threatened to scream out of her like a volcanic eruption. With as much control as she could muster she looked up at her father.

"Papa, when can I go home?" Her face crumpled in tears as her father slowly backed away from her without saying anything. As he started walking back to the entrance she heard him say, "I'll be back with your morning meal tomorrow my little puta. Remember what I said."

As her fathers figure disappeared into the distance, Nena's crying increased, deep sobs that racked her body. She knew that she had to stay in control. Her safety and ability to live through this ordeal with her sanity intact, only possible only if she made the right decisions. 'Right decisions,' she thought to herself miserably, 'I've been making the wrong decisions since I let those damn gringos sit with me at the bar.'

Her body ached and she was aware of how tired and worn out she was. She maneuvered herself onto her side and was aware that the sun had dried off all of the water, leaving little spots of dirt on her legs and soft tummy. Clumsily, she slapped away the flies that were buzzing around her warm skin, their insistent buzzing making her head ache.

Although she didn't want to, the only shelter was in the dog house. With difficulty she dragged herself to the doghouse, thankful that it wasn't to far. She accommodated herself the best she could, bringing her knees up as much as she could in order to get her entire body in.

Nena was dreaming about eating some pan dulce and coffee when a sudden strong pull to her arm caused her to wake up startled. She could barely make out the silhouettes of the people outside the doghouse. Their shapes weaving in and out of vision like baneful spirits.

She grunted in pain as her arm was again pulled roughly, causing her body to drag on the cool earth. Another strong tug and her entire body was out of the doghouse. Nena screamed, but was cut off in by a rag that was stuffed into her mouth by her unknown assailants.

Adrenaline flooding through her body, she ferociously began to writhe and kick-out. Her screams came out like high-pitched moans, the material of the gag absorbing all the sound. Another pair of hands slapped a piece of duct tape over her eyes effectively blinding her. She whipped her head side to side in a panic, the feel of the rag in her throat and her inability to see causing her to almost pass out in fear.

She suddenly felt hands grab both her hobbled legs and arms and raise her up. Her body suspended above the ground like a human kite. In a panic, she tried to lash out with her legs, but was not able to free herself from the tight grip of her tormentors who held her onto her slim ankles like a vice. She was aware that she was being taken away from the main pen area.

Seconds later, although it seemed like hours, she felt herself being turned roughly around by her captors so that she was facing the floor. So quickly, that she was left completely disoriented. The cold indifference of the hands grasping her, the shock of being abducted and the uncertainty of her situation caused her to start sobbing uncontrollably, her body shuddering in response to her crying.

Suddenly, she heard splashing and a moment later the wind was knocked out her as she was lowered unceremoniously onto what felt like some kind of rough tube. She felt her large breasts suspended in the air with no support. The heavy globes hanging like two milk heavy cow teats. The only thing holding her up seemed to be the rough tube that straddled her firm stomach.

She renewed the desperate attempts to free herself, but only caused the rough material of the tube to rub against her stomach and bottom part of her large breasts making her cry out in pain and, her desperate pleas of pain and to be let go, were lost in the thick material of the gag.

Her feeling of hopelessness and panic was all encompassing, needles of fear prickling every pore of her skin. Her breath came in short little ventilation's like a sprinter at the end of a fast run. The cold feeling of physical and emotional shock stole over her like a sheet of thin ice, as she realized that she was totally under the control of her tormentors. She felt her assailants untie the rope hobbling her and then pulling her firm legs apart in a wide Vee and then do the same to her arms.

All she could do was wait, straddled upon the rough pole with her arms and legs pulled tautly out. Pausing to catch her breath, trying to regain some sense of personal control, Nena began to scream anew when she heard the familiar voice of Constancia say, "Mark, make sure those stakes are pounded in tight. I don't want this puta getting away."

*** 20 ***

Nena did her best to stay calm, but being straddled as she was and powerless to stop her tormentors made her give in to the deep sobs that wracked her naked body. She suddenly felt someone deftly untie the blindfold that was wrapped around her head. The sudden sunshine caused her to blink rapidly while here eyes got used to the bright light. As her eyes focused she could see Constancia looking down at her with her hands planted at her sides, a mean glint in her eye, flanking her on both sides were Mark and John, two of the gringos.

Their eyes scanned her naked body. Moving restlessly over the firm tits that were hanging deliciously downward, the dark brown nipples about a foot from the warm dirt.

Still quietly sobbing Nena said, "The bark of the tree is digging into my stomach. Please let me go. Please?"

Mark took a couple of steps towards her and kneeled down. He raised his hand slowly and traced his fingers from the heel of her foot, to the firm roundness of her ass.

Nena tried to squirm away from his touch, but could not move. Her legs and arms pulled tautly by the ropes that were looped to the stakes. She only succeeded in rubbing her tight stomach into the bark making her cry out in pain.

Mark grinned and continued to run his hand up and down Nena's back, arms and legs as she continued to shed tears of shame and humiliation. Then Constancia said to her, "So your papa thinks your a dog huh puta?" She laughed cruelly.

Nena cried out, "Constancia, why oh God why do you continue to torment me, why? Haven't you had enough? Haven't you shamed me enough?" She could barely finish the words as a fresh batch of tears rolled down her cheeks.

Constancia just looked at her coldly. She looked over at John. "Hand me my bag." John reached down and handed Constancia a brown paper bag that Nena hadn't noticed before. She also hadn't noticed what was going on around her.

Nena's attention focused on her three tormentors. The dogs seemed more agitated. They walked around the group casting furtive glances in Nena's directions, their tales wagging eagerly. She again tried to move her arms and legs but to no avail.

"Don't try to move," Mark admonished, "You're not going anywhere."

Nena pulled at the ropes with all her might, but could not dislodge the stakes. The only thing she did was cause her large breasts to move back and forth invitingly.

Constancia knelt down, "So you want to be a dog huh puta? Let the training begin!"

Nena looked at her wide eyes as she opened up a can of dog food. She stuttered, "What, what, what, are you doing with that?"

Constancia ignored her. She took her fingers and dipped them into the can of dog food. Mark and John looked on excitedly as Constancia rubbed the dog food on both of Nena's dark nipples. Liberally spreading the food on thickly.

Nena flinched and tried to arch her back, but the ropes held her in check. She began to cry out in a panic, babbling, "No, no, please stop, let me go, please stop" but there was nobody to hear her cries.

The dogs smelled the food and began to run around Constancia, the gringos and Nena who was spread out on her stomach obscenely.

"Enjoy puta," Constancia said as she and the gringos stepped back.

The dogs were not sure what to do, they could smell the food and would dart in quickly a couple of feet from Nena, barking and yapping and then running back with the rest of the pack. Nena's yells kept them at bay for a little while, but as they sensed that she could only yell, and not do anything else they began to get braver, sniffing Nena before running back.

Nena was weak from yelling and no longer had the energy to scream for help or to keep the dogs away from her. One of the bigger dogs ran to Nena and began to sniff at her earnestly. She could only move her head, her tired muscles no longer responding to her will for self-preservation.

The dog licked her back and began to yelp excitedly eliciting a like response from the rest of the pack. He scooted his large head under Nena's torso, seeking the food. He whined as he began to lick Nena's breasts, the scent of the food exciting him, making him yelp and howl uncontrollably.

Nena felt the dogs rough tongue, but was powerless to stop it. The dog began to eagerly lick Nena's nipples. Nena tried to ignore the sparks of pleasure that the dogs tongue gave her. Each subsequent lick making her nipples harder and more sensitive, and she began to moan.

Although the dog was licking her breasts because that's where the food was smeared, on another, more primitive level he grew aware that there was another smell in the air also, the smell of lust, the smell of sex. The other dogs smelled it and sensed it too and moved into the inner circle. They began to lick Nena's body, howling and yelping eagerly.

Nena cried out with shame and pleasure as the dogs licked her nipples, her breasts, her arms, shoulders, back, legs. She convulsed desperately trying to disconnect herself from the reality that the dogs were turning her on, but unable to do so, what seemed like a thousand tongues bathing her soft skin in every direction, lifting her higher.

Nena's eyes grew lidded and she began to pant hungrily. In a sexual daze she looked up and saw Constancia.

"You like this don't you little dog?" Constancia asked.

Nena could barely speak, her mind flooded with tingles of pleasure.

"Want more puta?"

"No, no, please, enough, untie me...please!" A shudder passed through her.

"I don't think you've had enough," Constancia said. She pushed one of the dogs aside and spread some dog food around Nena's cunt. The food was cold and made Nena gasp. "Take that off Constancia. My God. Take that off. The dogs will-"

Before she could finish Constancia moved away. One of the dogs jumped up to get at the food, both his front legs wrapped around Nena's soft thighs. She gasped as the dogs muzzle made contact with her cunt, which had juiced up with excitement from the licking. She tried to clench her ass muscles to keep the dog at bay, but he dog was already lapping eagerly at the food.

As happened before, the dog grew aware of another smell, the smell of arousal. The smell of an animal that's ready to mate. The dog whined eagerly and probed deeper with his muzzle. The dog worked about half of his muzzle into Nena's wet cunt as she cried out.

Nena groaned loudly as the dog began to work his long tongue in and out of her quickly. Her cunt matted with the dog's saliva and the excretions of her own excitement. Although she knew it was sick and depraved, she opened herself up as much as she could so that the dog could stick more of his muzzle into her, the long muzzle filling her like a stiff cock.

Nena mewed and moaned eagerly, she tensed up and arched her back, drawing the ropes taut as her orgasm hit, part of her wanting it to stop while part embraced it with every fiber of her being.

As she came, her cunt muscles spasmed, sending her juice cascading down the dogs muzzle as the rest of her body spasmed in orgasmic pleasure. The explosion of release sending her to a dreamless slumber where there was no sin. Only pleasure. Pure pleasure.

*** Epilogue ***

Nena slept throughout the night, oblivious to all. Her parents found her as she had fallen asleep, but with no sign of being forced into it. Constancia, Mark and John long gone with all the evidence of her forced captivity.

Nena's mother cried as she gazed upon her eldest daughter sprawled on the log, dirty and bruised, her vagina spread open wide for the world to see. The dark triangle of hair matted with what appeared to be...sperm.

Her family disowned Nena, she was given $100.00 and put on a bus with a one-way destination to Los Angeles and told never to return. In the eyes of her parents and family she was no longer alive, her decadent behavior and sin against God and the church unforgivable.

Nena is now in Los Angeles looking for a place to live, she's not having much luck. But hopefully, wherever she winds up will be a place where she is treated mercifully. But, you know her history, so don't hold your breath...