A literotic sexstories: A Unfortunate Walk Home by SerialCheater ,
Sarah hated walking home cause everyday she had to walk pass the neighborhoods ill tempered dog that intimidated her every time she walked by it.
Finally 3:15! Sarah thought to herself just seconds before the final bell rang for the day. Getting through a day of school was usually Sarah’s highlight. She was a pretty enough girl but no matter how hard she tried, she couldn’t get some of her classmates to leave her alone. She felt like everyone she’d wish liked her had some sort of problem with her, and everyone she wish would leave her alone hardly ever did.
Sarah waited for her classmates to pile out of the classroom before following them at a distance. In the hallway Sarah checked the coast and made sure it was clear of Milfred before grabbing a textbook from her locker and quickly making her way to the double doors at the end of the hallway. The schools parking lot was already packed full of students making their way onto their buses while the upperclassmen honked at the annoyance of having their way blocked.
Sarah watched as many of her classmates got into their different cars and sped away from the school. Sarah sighed a deep sigh and took a moment to feel sorry for herself before beginning her walk home. She was used to going without what the other kids had, her parents had struggled her whole life just keeping the house from being foreclosed on, and that sadly made Sarah often have to go without. But today was different, her favorite aunt Megan was meeting her at her house after school and had dropped a hint that she was thinking about getting Sarah her own cell phone. The very idea made Sarah giddy with excitement.
Sarah hated walking home from school, she didn’t live far and the walk wasn’t the problem she had with it. There were only two streets that went from the school to her house, one of which added an extra mile of pointlessly curvy roads, while the shorter way made Sarah uneasy. Since she had moved into the neighborhood at the beginning of 7th grade whenever she walked down the street Old Man Reynolds dog would stock the fence and bark incessantly. It freaked her out so much when she was younger she hadn’t walked down the street for a whole year.
Sarah thought about taking the longer way for a moment, but remembered her aunt would be waiting for her and she couldn’t quench her excitement to potentially get her first phone. Sarah’s mind filled with thoughts of showing off her new toy with her classmates tomorrow and finally being able to get texts from her friends. She smiled at the thought of how great tomorrow may be.
The neighborhood wasn’t in itself dangerous, in fact it was a nice street full of different colored townhomes, some with ornate flower beds or a swingset in the backyard. However Sarah always dreaded her run in with the old man’s dog. He lived on the corner of the street just a half dozen houses up from her own. Sarah groaned when the driveway came into sight and she saw Mr. Reynolds pick-up truck missing from the driveway. Sarah had come to learn that if he wasn’t home his dog was forced to play in the backyard till he returned.
“Rooooof!! Roooooof!! ROOOFF!” The large Rottweiler/Mastiff exploded from behind the fence. Sarah frowned remembering how that fence had only a couple years ago been new. Now it was spotted with head size holes in the wooden fence that the beast had made in desperation to get out. She could hear him scratching and trying to bite the fence apart as the determined K-9 fought his snout and then neck through a damaged section of fence.
Sarah made a mental note to not risk coming this way again unless absolutely necessary. She turned her gaze off of the ferocious animal and kept walking forward as fast as her feet could carry her without breaking into a run. She could see her house she was almost halfway to it from the dog when…
“ROOOOF!” Sarah’s heart froze in her chest she couldn’t get herself to do anything but stop and turn around. There he was standing right infront of her not but two feet away. after all these years she had never gotten a proper look at her nemesis but seeing him up close outside of his cage was a whole new level of scary. On four legs it’s shoulders were taller then Sarah’s waist, and his head was easily wider then her own.
The dog didn’t waste any time taking down his prey, to Sarah he was just a massive fuzzy blur as he leaped square into her chest. Sarah laid in place, her back against the hard concrete, trying desperately in vain to catch her breathe. Sarah realized she was holding her eyes closed as hard as her face would let her. When she opened them her left eye was almost immediately greeted by a big ol’ glob of drool.
“Ewww!” She screeched and violently dabbed her eye on her sleeve. The agitated dog flinched at her sudden movement and repaid her by biting down on the arm she was using to wipe her eye. Sarah tried to scream for help but she still couldn’t get her breathing under control, so instead her plea for help came out sounding like a balloon losing air as it spins around the room. The beast yanked on her arm a few times before letting go and grabbing her jeans and part of her leg in his fangs. Sarah didn’t even notice as his teeth pierced through her ankle, only when he began pulling her back towards his fence did she feel the skin tearing.
I must have blacked out… Sarah thought to herself. She was all the way back where he must have broken out of, cause half her body was outside the fence, but her feet had been dragged into the yard where the animal was still trying its hardest to pull the rest of her into its enclosure. Sarah scrambled to get free but like a dog playing tug-of-war the more she struggled the harder he bit down on her leg. Finally the fear was too much for Sarah to deal with herself. She felt herself lock up unable to move a muscle. What is that…? There was no doubt her panties were warming up, and then immediately go from warm to soaked as Sarah unable to stop herself filled her panties full of pee, which seeped down her legs and backside getting her tightly fitted jeans properly wet.
Her attackers demeanor immediately shifted, he let go of her leg and used his snout to nuzzle her wet lap. Sarah groaned, What the hell does this dog want with me?! There was a large splinter digging into her back as she lay there halfway inside the yard unable to see for herself what was going on with her bottom half. She felt him begin tugging her inside the yard again and winced as the shard of wood scraped open her back pulling her shirt up to her neck before she was deposited fully into the yard.
The yard was big, a shed sat neatly in the back corner of it along with a small fire pit and seating. The old man’s house had a large back porch on it’s backside full of cigarette butts and things the dog had torn apart so much you couldn’t tell what it had been before. The old man obviously didn’t like mowing his lawn, the front yard was freshly cut but his backyard was covered in one to two feet tall grass. Sarah could begin to feel the grass burns along her skin that had been dragged across the yard forcefully.
The beast released hold of Sarah and took a step back but never unlocking his eyes from her body he had successfully retrieved. He wanted to see what Sarah would do next if left alone. It took a little longer than a minute but she began to move, slowly at first as she squirmed her sore body against the ground. She was laying on her back her shirt still pulled up between her neck and bra. She un-spread her legs and tried to stand up. Though besides her leg Shooting out bursts of pain, the dog began to growl loudly when she attempted to stand up.
Sarah tilted her head back in exasperation. She felt the tears welling up in her eyes till they were streaming down her face, her stomach shifting up and down as she sucked in shallow breathes of air the best she could. She felt her chest getting warm and unable to see through her freshly teary eyes, felt around with her hands instead. The massive dog was standing on her right side with his leg up delivering a warm stinky stream of urine over her bare chest, her bra was drenched by the time the dog finished marking his new claimed territory.
For the next (what seemed like an hour to Sarah) they lay on the ground next to eachother. Sarah unable to move without getting growled at, and the large dog taking a light nap, only stopping to open an eye periodically to make sure his prize was still there. Just when Sarah was seriously considering making a run for her house, the back porch door slid open and the old man Mr. Reynolds stepped into the yard.
“What’s going on Roofus?” The old man asked nonchalantly. He must not be able to see me. Sarah tilted her head up and stared at the old man pleading with her eyes for him to help her. The old man was already looking at her though and his expression never losing it’s little grin. “Who’s a good boy!” Mr. Reynolds encouraged padding his dog proudly on the top of it’s massively thick head. “Did this girl try to break into our yard, did you show her why that’s a shit idea boy?”
Sarah was horrified, “Sir no! Your dog broke down the fence and attacked me!” Sarah was struggling to get the words out through her hyperventilating crying episode.
The old man didn’t listen, instead he turned around to go back inside but before he did he turned around and said “I’ve seen you walk by my house day after day my dear child. I had a feeling you were up to no good, I hope Rufus has taught you your lesson.” and with that he slid the door behind him leaving the girl and the dog alone. Rufus didn’t waste anytime, he was excited to play with his toy with the new approval from his master.
Sarah let out her disappointment and fear through small silent sobs that rocked her body back and worth. Rufus’s mouth was between her legs, Sarah tried to keep her dignity and close the wet gap between her thighs but she was only met with a growl at her unwillingness to play along. So Sarah decided she had no choice but to lie motionless legs open for her capturer. Rufus used his snout to push her legs far enough apart to fit his wide muscular head into her crotch. The dog was salivating so much every couple seconds a puddle of drool would fall onto Sarah who was forced to just lie there. Sarah could tell the dog was getting restless, she waited patiently to see what he was getting so worked up about. Rufus snorted violently onto the poor girls panties and pranced away from her and towards his dog house. Sarah didn’t know what else to do besides lay motionless so it was a while before she got the hint she was to join him in the doghouse. She could tell he wanted her to come on her own this time, but she couldn’t get herself to go over to the beast who had mauled her in the first place.
