Raped by the Junkyard Dogs: Brutus's Bitch

Having been caught stealing from their master’s territory, Brutus and Killer decide to take matters into their own paws.

Pleading and begging to be let go, Robin is forced to endure what no woman should. Instead of ripping and tearing her throat out, the two junkyard dogs take great pleasure in ramming their swollen, cum-dripping, dominant dog-cocks deep inside her tight, virgin cunt.

There is no escape for Robin who must endure the torture of two large, slavering beasts who will stop at nothing to make sure she understands who’s in charge!

This is an extremely hot and filthy wire-to-wire sex-filled story designed for one thing and one thing only: to get you off. Inside you’ll find hot dog-on-woman rape, cum-drinking, womb-pelting, forced impregnation and more! This is one story you won’t want to miss!

Excerpt:

“Help! Stop!” The woman cried out as her breath left her. “I'll do anything, just let me go!” Her heart hammered in her chest as she came face to face with the meanest-looking guard dogs she'd ever seen. Her blue eyes widened under the harsh light of the full moon.

“Of course you will,” Brutus tormented as he came around to her face. “You're our bitch now!” He growled and thrust his face into hers. It had been a long time since he'd had a proper mate and he wasn't going to waste this opportunity.

Robin tried to scream, but the sound was cut off by Killer as he sank his gleaming white teeth into her soft, exposed throat. She knew that he was within a hair's breath of her artery.

Instantly, she laid stock still, her eyes frozen with fear as she contemplated the end of her life.

“That's better, bitch!” Brutus spat in her face. “Tell me, have you ever mated with a man?”

Somehow, even though she was staring death in the face, Robin found the courage to shake her head. In her moment of utter despair, she didn't question why she was hearing dogs talk. Upon later reflection, she figured that she must've died and was in some kind of bleak, dark hell.

“Louder!” Brutus barked, his piercing voice echoing off the dilapidated cars and lifeless trucks in “The Graveyard” as his master liked to call it. He reveled in the ultimate power he felt over this helpless woman.

“No…” Robin sobbed. Killer was licking the trickle of blood from the incision on her throat as his cock brushed insistently against her shirt, lifting it up and exposing her delectable breasts to their hungry, salivating gazes.

“Well,” he said, grabbing a handful of her shorts and cleanly ripping them off her very small, svelte body, “there's always a first.”

“But…” Robin gulped hard, tears streaming down her face, “You're not a man!”

Suddenly, it wasn't just Killer's teeth that were ripping into her flesh. Brutus had joined in. His large brown eyes bored into hers so close that she could smell his doggy breath and taste his dripping saliva.