The Farm_(0)

The Farm
© This is a work of fiction. Any resemblance to real people and places is coincidental.
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Molly watched with horrid fascination as the big dog attempted to rape her older sister June. June sobbed in terror as she wiggled her ass trying to avoid the in evadable.

Both of the girls and their mother were locked in a fenced grassy compound with three large dogs.
Molly, June and their mother Beth had been captured early that morning by five men. The first thing the men had done was force the three of them to strip to their skin.

Beth and the girls expected to be raped then. However, to their surprise, they were blindfolded and put in a large van. The van took them to what seemed to be a farm in the hills. There the mother and daughters were pushed into the compound. Then the gate was closed tight behind them. Several of the posts holding the fence up had small video cameras on them. The cameras covered the compound with double overlap so none of the action was missed.

They were given food and water and allowed time to relieve themselves in a toilet in a corner of the compound.

Their captors watched with silent interest as they used the open air toilet. Then three large friendly dogs were let in the fenced area with them.
The dogs proved to be very friendly indeed. They immediately began sniffing and licking Berth’s and the girl’s pussies. The shocking horror of dog’s intent was obvious. June was fifteen with long raven hair like her mother. Her breasts were developing into nice firm conical B cups, also like her mother. Molly was thirteen with nice ‘A’ cup tits and was developing into an auburn haired beauty. Their mother Beth was thirty six years old stunning young matron. The object of many a teenage boys fantasies Beth was the tallest of the three, standing a full five foot six.

“Don’t fight them ladies.” One of the men shouted. “If you deny them too long things will get nasty.” He laughed. “All of you ladies will be dog britches before the day is over.”

It didn’t take long for the dogs to each choose a bitch and separate her from her others.
June was backed in to a corner of the compound. Her assailant was a large young tan Mastiff. He nosed her hands apart and attacked her young cunt with gusto.

Each time June tried to turn away he growled.

Gripping the wire of the fence the frightened girl whimpered and pressed herself as deep in the corner of the fence as she could.