Post 16: Nymphomaniac on the Run
This story took place in 1976
No one under the age of eighteen engages in sex. No animals were harmed in the writing of this story, and no one has sex with animals.
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Chapter 36
I fought to calm myself as I leaned shuddering against a towering Eucalyptus tree and gazed out at the glimmering lights of the fog-shrouded beach community of Santa Teresa far below. The red tile roofs of the fair city looked beautiful, but I knew the place was permeated with unspeakable evil. I was desperate to escape its tentacles, but first, I needed to regain control of my mind and body. My breath was ragged, and my naked, sweaty body was shivering in the fresh ocean breeze. The cool zephyr made me aware that both my pussy and ass were still leaking cum from the multiple partners my aunt had chosen to treat my alleged diagnosis of nymphomania.
My thoughts quickly turned to the pleasure I'd experienced fucking my uncle, his father, the police chief, and his son as well as the pizza delivery boy. I moaned as my fingers immediately began rubbing across the gold band encircling my engorged clit. I was frantic for the release of another intense but ultimately unfulfilling orgasm.
I knew I should be running as fast as I could if I were to have any chance of escaping from my aunt and uncle, but hearing the dog pack howling in the distance made my legs weak. My childhood fear of large dogs held me frozen in place, shivering from fright and the cold night air. For now, I felt safer masturbating by the side of the road. My pleasure, as well as my paranoia, were enhanced by the Pina Coladas laced with Ecstasy, my aunt had been shoving at me all afternoon.
I was aware that trying to escape was reckless. Besides the possibility of being captured by human traffickers, there was my compromised legal status. The judge had released me into the custody of my aunt and uncle and forbidden me to leave Santa Teresa. However, I was desperate to get home to prepare for my next year at law school. My plan was to walk four or five miles to a YWCA shelter for abused women. Once I was safe, I would call my mom and beg her to send me an airline ticket home. The fact that I was stark naked added to the danger. This late at night, the only people on the street were likely to be drunks, hoodlums, prostitutes, and their pimps.
I closed my eyes and rubbed my fingers faster across my hard clit. I shoved three fingers from my other hand into my pussy as I recalled my cellmate, Sonya, jamming her whole tiny hand deep into my gaping, wet vagina. I thought about my uncle and aunt, claiming I was a nymphomaniac. Ok, I loved sex. I had always loved sex, but they were wrong about my being an addict. I was in control of my body's urges. I could stop any time I felt like it, but why would I want to stop when it felt so good? I promised myself I would taper off sex as soon as I was safe at home in Upstate New York.
My pussy clenched hard on my fingers when I heard the pack of dogs howling again. I had been traumatized when I was a toddler by a large dog that knocked me down and licked my face. My mother attempted to cure my fear by buying me a miniature poodle, but although I loved my sweet little Felicity, my terror at the mere sight of a large dog never left me. The thought of meeting a pack of wild dogs at night spurred me into fleeing down the dark road.
I carefully felt the pavement with each step before I put any weight on my sore cut up feet. I couldn't bear the thought of stepping on another rock as I limped down the steep road. I used one hand for balance, but my other hand was pressed against my insatiable pussy. I calmed myself by thinking about home. After a hearty home-cooked meal, I planned on curling up in front of the fireplace with a good book while I petted sweet little Felicity.
I made good progress on a section of the mountainous road that was free of stones. I reached another large home that had a fountain in the front yard. I'd never had Ecstasy before, but it made me incredibly hot and thirsty. I knelt in front of the loud gurgling fountain and drank handful after handful of water from the pond. I giggled when my fingers brushed against a fat Koi fish. A cloud drifted aside to expose a waxing moon that lit up the sparkling pool. I lost my Ecstasy saturated mind in the swirling pattern of white, red, and yellow Koi.
I didn't see or hear the dog pack until the alpha male licked at the cum still oozing from my exposed vagina. I screamed and jumped to my feet with my hands feathered over my hairless sex. The muscular Doberman Pinscher growled, and the members of his pack howled in response. I felt a gush of warm piss as I lost control of my bladder. I spun around, looking for an escape path, but I was surrounded by monstrous, terrifying beasts growling with their sharp teeth exposed. Besides the Doberman Pinscher, who appeared to be leading the pack, there was a pair of German Shepards, a Pit Bull, a snarling Rottweiler, and a couple of mixed breed mastiffs.
The Doberman shoved its snarling snout under my spayed fingers and snorted into my crotch, inhaling the scent of semen. Its rough tongue licked me from my ass to my clit. I screamed in terror, hoping someone in the dark house would awaken and come to my aid. The snarling pack closed in tighter. The Doberman rose up on its hind legs and rested its forepaws on my bare shoulders while it licked my face. I screamed and tried to back away, but a German Shepard was pressed against my knees, and I fell hard on my bare ass.
The Pit Bull was on me in an instant. Its massive jaw wrapped around my neck. I screamed until my throat felt raw. I was sure the pack would tear me limb from limb and devour my warm flesh. The Doberman straddled my naked body and began licking the dried semen from my skin. It snarled when I used my hands to try to push its massive head away from my trembling body. The Pit Bull growled against my throat. I squeezed my tearful eyes shut as I pulled my legs up to my chest. I felt the Doberman's sinewy legs straddling my hips as it licked its way up to my breasts. Its taut abdomen rubbed across the gold band around my clit. I screamed and sent the Doberman flying as I kicked with all my strength.
My victory was short-lived since the other brutes still had me in their grasp. I tried to rise, but the Pit Bull gripped my neck tighter with its slobbering jaws. The muscular fighting dog shook my body as I shrieked in terror and beat my hands against its rock-hard body. The German Shepards worked as a team and seized my wrists between their powerful teeth. They snarled as they pulled my limbs away from my abused body. In an instant, the Doberman was on me again. My worst nightmare was about to become real. I was going to be devoured by a pack of vicious dogs.
One of the mastiffs let out a howl as a doe broke cover and raced across the street. Its hoofs clawed for footing on the asphalt for a moment before it reached the wooded hillside. The pack was after it in an instant. I was left lying in a warm puddle trembling in fear.
Chapter 37
I rolled onto my stomach and managed to push myself to my hands and knees. I wiped a dirty hand across my tear-stained face, but I couldn't stop sobbing. Somehow, I got to my feet and staggered down the road despite being blinded by tears. I had to hurry. The sky was getting light, and dawn was only a couple of hours away. I was terrified that the dogs could return at any minute.
When I saw the stop sign ahead where I had been arrested at the beginning of the summer, I realized I had only walked a mile from my uncle's house, at the most. I still had three or four miles left, and all of it was across a sleeping town that would soon awaken for another day of work. If I was caught walking around naked, the citizens of Santa Teresa would likely prove to be just as dangerous as the dog pack. It was more likely I would run into a human trafficker than a Good Samaritan.