Chapter 5

Laura awoke slowly.

Her arms were slabs of wood, her legs deadened stumps, her insides sandblasted desert. She looked around with eyes barely slitted, but no goats remained. No nothing. A few pubic hairs littered the ground, a thread or two from panties, but that was all. That was not all. A gross pool of white something was beneath her.

She sat in it.

She didn't care.

This was a dream.

She wasn't tied to a tree.

She wasn't leaking sperm.

She hadn't been violated, fouled in the most awful way.

She sighed and closed her eyes.

Then why did she ache so?

Laura looked down. Distended and raw, her nipples protruded like acorns. Her left nipple was twice the size of the right. The surrounding flesh was florid and raw, covered with dried saliva. Her groin she ignored. Better not to think of that.

She shifted against the tree but could feel neither her arms nor wrists. Her feet were flagstones. The drooling had stopped, but the stone in her mouth was the size of a car.

A noise sounded to her left and Laura looked to find a dog.

There was a white band around its head.

It was Tonto.

"Ohh, Gaa," she said. "Oh, God."

Penetrating the tree line with the forward part of its body, the dog was huge and black, a mixed breed containing strong traits of both pointer and German Sheppard. It's weight had to be over one hundred and fifty pounds. Large white canines - fangs really - graced the big mouth.

Laura didn't know whether to be relieved or terrified.

"Eeerrree?" Here?

Beckon it? Was she crazy?

The dog moved quietly into the clearing, tail against the ground, its big head low. Its eyes narrowed in suspicion, and though it kept watch in all directions, it made no sound.

Laura breathed heavily through her nose, back hard against the tree, praying for mercy. The dog, closer now and intent on her examination, was either the largest, most beautiful animal Laura had ever seen - or the most dangerous.

"Errr-own-urrr-eeee-iiii?" You won't hurt me, right?

Tonto stopped. It growled deeply and Laura pressed harder against the tree. Her head turned involuntarily away, eyes squeezing shut. It took everything not to keen.

The dog grunted.

Laura cracked an eyelid.

"Good doggie?"

The dog shook its head and changed to a slightly less threatening stance. Maybe it intended to wait before it ate her. It took another step forward.

"I can't hurt you," she said. "You know that, right?" The dog raised its snout and sniffed. "I'm like, the last person in the world you have to worry about." She thought how totally nuts this was. "Get me out of this and I'll give you anything you want." I'll even fuck you, she thought.

Then, around the stone and through the red bandana, she said it.

The dog's eyes narrowed. It effected a noise made famous by Tim Allen on Home Improvements.

Yes?

For one absurd moment Laura believed he understood. Then the dog sat down at her feet - in her present position, this placed his snout right at her breasts - and began to pant. Laura relaxed - half an iota.

"Where's your master?" she asked. "Is he over there?" She indicated the trees opposite.

Tonto looked momentarily back, then resumed his loud panting. He wagged his head.

"No? Where then?"

Tonto sat and panted. His white teeth glistened, and his black fur glowed with health. He really was a beautiful animal. Probably no more than a year old. The kind of pet Laura had wanted for years and was always refused. She had a Toy Poodle named Pierre.

Tonto rose and walked around the trunk, sniffed casually at her right foot. Laura wiggled her toes. "That wasn't an invitation," she said, remembering the slobbering goat.

His black eyes glittered with intelligence - they seemed almost to speak - seemingly a depthless black. He poked the underside of her foot, then sniffed curiously at her privates. He nosed her open labia. Laura kept still. Then he sniffed along the inside of her left thigh, then her right, poked his snout into the taut muscle. Laura jumped.

"Hurts," she said.

Then he licked her crotch and Laura closed her eyes.

"Please God. I'll do whatever you want. Just get me out of this." She looked at the dog. "I meant it about fucking you," she said. She was so in touch with her animal self that communication seemed possible, even certain. "The goat fucked me, and I lived through that. Dogs and human females do it all the time. Right now I'm in no position to say no." She paused to see if she was getting through. He listened with quiet intensity, eyes impenetrably black.

Was she slipping her moorings?

"Bark if you understand."

Tonto nodded.

"Was that a yes?"

He nodded again.

"Jesus," she laughed. This was impossible. "I'll do anything you want," she begged. "I'll fuck you, I'll suck your dick. But I would rather do it with my arms and legs free. Can you help?"

She knew a part of herself was seriously bent, if not torn loose. There was no insincerity in her thoughts, no deceit. This was her last best chance to get loose from this tree, and any bargain with this animal was in good faith.

She bent forward her head.

"Undo the bandana, okay?"

The dog moved its snout behind her left ear and sniffed the knot. It bit down experimentally.

"You have to work it loose," she said. "Don't worry about hurting me."

Tonto rose and planted his front paws either side of Laura's hips, stepped in right against her. His penis was semi-erect, dangling in plain sight, and Laura felt heat and power coursing throughout his frame. He was, she knew, taller on two feet than she.

Tonto took hold of the knot and, growling softly, worked it back and forth. The bandana worked down over her ear and, suddenly came loose, falling partially off her lips. "Uhnnn!" she cried excitedly. The knot shifted again and the bandana came lower still, and then it fell around her neck.

She yelled triumphantly, shouting around the stone, spittle flying out. "You thid it!" she screamed. "You thid it!" She forced the rock out between her teeth and let it fall - painfully against her belly - and the dog licked her mouth and she licked him right back.

"Thank you!" she cried. "Thank you so goddamned much!" They licked each other more. "Good doggie! Good boy! You are the bestest doggie in the whole wide world!" Tonto's penis, fully out of the sheath now and ten inches long, slapped wetly against her thighs. Nothing ever sounded so good. "I love you," she said. "I love you-I love you-I love you." She placed her mouth against the tip of his snout and gave battle to his tongue. Though intense, the battle was rather one- sided.

"Here!" she said, shaking her left shoulder and indicating behind the tree with her head. "Can you get the knot? Holding my hands?" Tonto stopped licking and danced back and forth. "The knot, Tonto," she said. "Behind the tree."

But her eyes were fixed on another knot entirely, the one between his legs. Dangling twelve inches long from the sheath (it had grown?) his penis was huge and reddish-blue, encircled with fiery scarlet veins. A large bulbous knot - which she erroneously mistook for his scrotum - protruded from the shaft right atop the sheath. There was no "head" like the penis of a man, but a blunt end with an enormous crested hole. The thickness swelled in the middle to three inches or more, tapering only slightly at the tip. Hot and angry, it thudded with his heartbeat.

"Oh my God, Tonto," she whispered. "What is that?"

Skip-stepping with excitement, Tonto first licked her face, then disappeared behind the tree. The rope pulled taut and began to jerk. Tonto growled loudly.

"You getting it boy?" Laura prayed. "Please! Please get it loose."

She groaned as the rope pulled her shoulders against the tree, coughed loudly with one especially hard yank. Tonto came back around.

"No," she said, tears pouring down her face. "I'm okay. Get me loose."

Tonto shook his head, growled once, savagely licked her cheeks.

"I'm okay, really." She licked him savagely back. "Please, just hurry."

Tonto scampered away and resumed his efforts and Laura fantasized what moving her arms would be like. She felt nothing past her shoulders. Her thighs were petrified wood. She wondered if she'd ever walk again.

"Having any luck, boy?" she called. The dog's ministrations had increased both in volume and ferocity, but the rope was just as tight. She became afraid. "Come on, boy! You can do it! I know you can!"

The dog barked in frustration.

Maybe I won't get loose at all, she thought. Maybe I'll hang here and die.

"Don't give up," she begged, beginning to sob. "I know you can do it. Please, Tonto, Please! I need to get out of here!"

Tonto's growls become snarls of anger, then rage. His teeth broke loose after one particularly hard yank, and he yelped with machine gun-like fury. He stomped around to Laura, panting madly and barked again.

Laura screamed, "I want to get loose!" her frustration too much to bare. Tonto came forward and scrubbed her face, whined against her shoulder. "I know," Laura sobbed. "I know. God hates me."

With an expression of desperation, the dog grabbed the bandana around Laura's left foot and attacked it with fury. Her defenseless skin was gouged and when she keened in pain, he moved to the length between ankle and thigh. He rip-sawed the material and in seconds, shredded, the bandana came apart.

"Yes!" Laura screamed, kicking her leg free - or trying to. "You did it! You really did it!" Her leg fell dead to the ground. "Oh, no," she whimpered, knowing what came next. "It's okay," she reassured the dog, backing against the tree.

Tonto looked on, anxiously.

The tingling began in her hip, spread outward to the thigh, finally all the way down to her knee. She grimaced in pain. She gasped, clenching her teeth. "Oh, my God! Oh, my God!" she hissed, as the tingling became a thousand hot needles - a million hot needles - burning right down to her toes.

"Noooo! Oh, no! Oh, no!" She moved the leg back and forth, bent and lifted it high in the air. It did no good. "No, no, no, no, no," she wailed. The pain was so great it made her laugh. This was hysterically funny! Tonto danced back and forth, barking.

"I got it," she said. "I got it. Under control." Tears poured down both cheeks. "What about the other one?" she pleaded. She wagged her right knee. "Can you get it?"

Tonto attacked the rope. Looped twice around her ankle and twice around her thigh, there was little accessible cord. Canines tore into her flesh.

"I don't care!" Laura cried. "Just get it off."

His teeth broke loose and Tonto staggered back, then went sideways for a better grip. Growling ferociously, his rear end thrashing back and forth, Tonto tore frantically at the rope, rip-sawing as he had with the bandana. It required a full two minutes before the nylon frayed.

"That's it!" she cried. "Tear that rope up!"

Tonto growled with renewed fervor, rolling his eyes back to see Laura. Laura continued to cheer.

"Atta-boy! Good dog! Good Tonto!" A bolt of excitement flew through her belly and her chest - she was going to get free! "You get that rope off my leg, Tonto. You get me free and I'll give you the best fuck you've ever had!" She bent in futile effort to kiss his back. "Fuck! I want to fuck you right now!"

Tonto tore at the rope with frenzy.

"Go, Tonto! Go!"

One of the braided strands severed and Laura screamed.

"Keep going, boy! Tear it up!"

The rope came apart, strand by strand, and Tonto attacked the remainder with such fervor that his teeth tore away bark. A hole developed under the rope and his muzzle went into the void, allowing him to rip it side to side. Another strand break, then suddenly Tonto gave a final violent lurch, and his snout came away free.

She was loose! She was fucking loose!

Laura screamed, stamping her left foot. "You did it! You fucking did it!" Tonto jumped back and forth, barking furiously and Laura screamed, "You fucking rope! You goddamn fucking rope!"

Tonto bounded backward and up and down, barking proudly. He shook and waggled his head. He pranced in a circle.

"You are so good, Tonto! You are so unbelievably good!" Laura furrowed her heel into the ground, screwing her face against the pain. She lay the leg flat out. Jabbing needles ran from hip to knee but Laura only laughed. "Fuck it!" she yelled. "It feels good! It feels so fucking good!" Still prancing back and forth, Tonto barked.

"Come here," she said, pulling forward. "Come here and get a kiss."

Tonto jumped forward, eyes bright with exhilaration. He barked again.

"Yes, my big handsome rescuer," she said, snuggling him with her mouth. "Get your sugar." They joined, muzzle to lips, exchanging joyous licks. Laura's face soon became lathered.

"Want some real sugar?" Laura exclaimed.

Tonto barked and laughing, Laura put her left leg over his hindquarters, pulled him forward and down. She got her mouth completely into his muzzle. He went all the way into her throat. Choking, she pulled away and couched loudly.

Am I really doing this? Fire seared her belly and she mentally cried: I am! I am! I am fucking a dog!

Tonto licked her shoulder, the side of her neck, her left cheek.

"I want you, Tonto! I want you real bad!"

Breathing hard, she scooted forward on the grass, raised her barely functioning right leg over Tonto's back and crossed her ankles. She maneuvered them over his rear end and hung from his hips. Tonto easily bore her weight.

"You have to help," she panted. She hadn't clue what to do.

Tonto lowered into a crouch, licked Laura all over the chest and neck, moved his hindquarters in closer. While they exchanged kisses, Laura managed a look under his chest and saw her waiting prize. It was unbelievably huge.

"Don't hurt me," she whispered, knowing he would. The goat was diminutive, compared.

Her pelvis came forward and up, seeking his cock; Tonto thrust downward. Something heavy, hot and large hit Laura on the belly and she cried, "Oh, my God!" looking under him again. The head lay just above her clitoris.

"Down a little," she breathed into his left ear. His breath was a blowtorch on her left shoulder. He lowered himself and the thick cock moved over her clitoris and breath locked in Laura's chest. "A little lower," she whispered, unsure she wanted him to move. Cupped in his opening, her clitoris felt very good. Very, very good. It thrummed and sang. Understanding she needed him more inside, she canted upward and found the club-headed end of his cock, captured it with her vagina. She took it all the way in. She shuddered deeply. She worked up the shaft.

"Oh, please," she begged. "Fuck me!" The effort was torture on her arms. "Please hurry, Tonto!"

Burdened by her weight, Tonto bucked forward ungracefully, unable not to hurt her. Laura gasped in pain, clenching off a scream. "It's okay!" she panted, feeling his alarm. "I'm fine."

She was anything but.

Biting her lower lip, she spread to her maximum and came up and forward on his cock. Both the pain and the elation were great. Talk about rapture, she thought. She coaxed him in, filling her vagina completely, and cried: "That's it! That's it!" as her eyes and teeth clamped shut ."Just like that," she said.

Tonto established a rhythm, and Laura rode; within moments they copulated like ancient lovers.

"I'm gonna come!" she whispered, disbelieving how quickly it came. Her face expressed wonder and a growing certainty that her lover, whatever he was, was not just a dog. She felt his presence equally in both her mind and her vagina.

Tightening her grip on Tonto's rump, Laura drew the dog downward and in. She exhaled pain. "Jesus! Jesus-Jesus- Jesus!" she cried, clamping Tonto's head between her jaw and shoulder as she had the goats. She refused to let go. "Don't stop, Tonto! Don't stop! Please don't stop!"

Tonto slammed in and out and Laura chanted, "I love you-I love you-I love you!" in a furious prayer, punctuated by, "Oh God! Oh God! Oh God!" until the pitch of their lovemaking grew so frenetic that Laura drove upward as hard as Tonto drove down. Her words disappeared into a continuous high pitched wail.

Driven by the intensity of Laura's need, Tonto exploded in orgasm, engorging her vagina with sperm. It blew out as fast as it blew in and again Laura's rear end and anus were soaked. Tonto fucked her madly and up and up she went, until the earth's surface was a patchwork of details and beautiful colors and then Laura was beyond orgasm and she soared out of the atmosphere and right into space.

Chapter 5

Laura awoke.

"Whaaa?" An incoherent mumble.

She hung low against the tree, legs akimbo, rear end two feet from the trunk. Tonto lay between her thighs, legs folded beneath him. His tongue lolled just right below her crotch.

"What are you doing?" she said. Then, slowly, like a broaching whale, memory surfaced. "Oh," she whispered. "Jesus."

She dug in her heels, bark digging clefts into her back. Her dress, what was left of it, lay bunched in her lap. The afternoon sun, what was left of it, was behind her, casting long shadows across the clearing. Groggily, she said, "What time is it, you think?"

Tonto shook his head.

"Of course you don't know," she said. "How could you?" She thought of her wrist watch, useless on the other side of the tree. She looked at the sky. "Five o'clock?" she said. Tears welled in her eyes, began to spill over. "I'm never getting out of here, am I?"

Tonto crawled forward, lapped her labia as though in consolation. It made her feel worse. She lifted her legs, crossed them above his head and put them down to his right. She turned sideways. "No more," she said. "I have to get loose."

Tonto nudged her thigh.

"Have a heart, baby. I'm dying." She feared she actually was.

Eyes miserable, Tonto tilted his head.

"You understand me, don't you, boy?"

Tonto nodded.

Laura blinked, disconcerted. "Not really," she said. "You couldn't."

Tonto shook his head, then bobbed it up and down. He scraped his right paw.

Laura leaned forward. "You understand English?"

This time he barked, scraped the ground twice in quick succession, barked again. Laura looked at his paw. She looked at his face.

"You're telling me you understand English?"

Two more quick, agitated swipes and he pranced back and forth. Laura backed against the tree.

No way!

"No way," she said.

Scrape - scrape.

Laura's mouth fell open. "You can't!" Again: Scrape - scrape.

"You can?"

Scrape - scrape.

"How? How can that be?" She became animated. "You're name is Trigger, right?" One scrape and he shook his head. "Rin-tin-tin?" He barked angrily. "Okay, okay," she said. "Tonto!"

A bark and two scrapes of the paw.

The dog understood. Somehow, he could communicate. "Oh, my God! Oh, my God!" she exclaimed, realizing what that meant. She leaned forward, her mind frantic. "You can never tell!" she pleaded. "What we just did!" She clasped him between her legs. "You won't, will you? Promise?" Her lungs chugged like a steam locomotive. "You have to promise me, Tonto! Promise!"

Tonto struggled to get away.

"Tonto! Please!"

He bobbed his head, the lapped her face and neck with his tongue.

"Thank you!" she exclaimed, exchanging ferocious licks. "Thank you! Thank you-thank you! Yes - I love you too." She pulled away. "You know that, right?" She needed confirmation that she wasn't insane. "I actually love you?"

Tonto licked her face, between her legs, his paw scraped twice.

"Come here, boy." She extended her mouth and Tonto played his tongue into it. They French kissed for a long time, Laura finally getting the hang of it. Finally, she leaned back. "Holy, Jesus Christ," she panted. Then: "Free my hands! The way you did my legs! Okay?"

Tonto barked furiously and ran behind the tree. He attacked the rope.

"Don't hurt yourself!" she cried, suddenly alarmed. He ran back and licked her wildly. "Okay, okay! I believe you!" He dashed away again.

"I'm going to kill that little Bruce when I find him," she called. Tonto barked once. "Will you help me?" He barked again.

"I could have died out here alone. I probably would have if you hadn't showed up."

Tonto ran back around, licked her face twice, then returned to the rope.

"Get me free and I'll take you home and show you what a bitch girl can really do!"

Tonto came back. He stood between her legs and stared.

"What?" she said. "You don't believe me?" Very deliberately, very slowly - very deeply - Tonto licked her groin.

Laura shuddered violently. "Jesus Christ!" she wheezed. She closed her thighs, but too late - a fire storm had ignited. "You can't do that," she stuttered." I - I - " Color burned hotly in her face and also between her legs. Nothing in her whole life had shocked her like that. Shaking in every part of her body, Laura reopened her legs and Tonto licked her again and this time she moaned loudly. She felt doused with sexual fuel.

Unable to control his lust, Tonto went down on all fours and began to ferociously lick.

"Jesus! Jesus-Jesus! You can't do that!" A shudder raced up her spine, shaking even the tree. The shudder rolled down again. She backed uncontrollably away, legs spread-eagled, jerking spasmodically. "Stah-ah-ahp that!" she begged, while at the same time lifting her rear end. The dog worked her anus to clitoris and back and Laura wailed, "I-ca-aa-aa-aannt-sta-aa-aa-and-it! Stoooohhhhppppp!"

Within seconds she rode a tidal wave of orgasm. The biggest yet. The muscles clutched and unclutched in her belly, and if she were Xena, the Warrior Princess, the tree would be ripped from the ground. The wave hit shore and broke.

"Do me!" she screamed, throwing her pelvis upward and out until her hip joints threatened to snap. "Do me! Do me! Do me!" Tonto leapt to his feet and mounted her with desperate need.

There was no missing the mark - Laura's vagina gaped like a beckoning cave. He plunged in, ramming himself home and Laura screamed and shook like an earthquake. "Stop it! Stop it, oh please! STOP!"

Tonto lunged until only the knot remained and started working on that. The size of a baseball, it continued to grow, until its size was almost unimaginable. No human could embrace it without rupturing herself.

"Jesus! Jesus-Jesus-Jesus!" Laura screamed. The knot was going into her now.

She wanted onto her belly, onto her knees, her ass in the air, his huge cock pounding her ass. Tonto howled and Laura howled, and she hammered her pelvis against him. Twelve inches tore in and out and battered to failure - her cervix finally gave.

Dilating two full inches, it passed Tonto inside, into her uterus, and the knot filled her vagina and the pain was tornado strong.

"NEEEEEEEEEAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHH!" Laura screamed.

Tonto came.

Howling like a maddened wolf, Laura exploded while shotgun blast-hot sperm blew into her uterus and her battered flesh screamed. She arched up and up and pulled Tonto with her, away from the ground and Tonto rode her madly, testicles pumping sperm, the sperm blasting back onto them both as Laura screamed again. Throughout the forest, startled birds shot skyward, squirrels and groundhogs clambered back to their nests, while two miles away a black bear jerked its head upward bounded away in the opposite brush. Four miles distant, a farmer looked up a from plowing a field, turned off his tractor and listened.

Too late - the wail had faded to a whisper.

End of Part I