Chapter 20

Nena did her best to stay calm, but being straddled as she was and powerless to stop her tormentors made her give in to the deep sobs that wracked her naked body. She suddenly felt someone deftly untie the blindfold that was wrapped around her head. The sudden sunshine caused her to blink rapidly while here eyes got used to the bright light. As her eyes focused she could see Constancia looking down at her with her hands planted at her sides, a mean glint in her eye, flanking her on both sides were Mark and John, two of the gringos.

Their eyes scanned her naked body. Moving restlessly over the firm tits that were hanging deliciously downward, the dark brown nipples about a foot from the warm dirt.

Still quietly sobbing Nena said, "The bark of the tree is digging into my stomach. Please let me go. Please?"

Mark took a couple of steps towards her and kneeled down. He raised his hand slowly and traced his fingers from the heel of her foot, to the firm roundness of her ass.

Nena tried to squirm away from his touch, but could not move. Her legs and arms pulled tautly by the ropes that were looped to the stakes. She only succeeded in rubbing her tight stomach into the bark making her cry out in pain.

Mark grinned and continued to run his hand up and down Nena's back, arms and legs as she continued to shed tears of shame and humiliation. Then Constancia said to her, "So your papa thinks your a dog huh puta?" She laughed cruelly.

Nena cried out, "Constancia, why oh god why do you continue to torment me, why? Haven't you had enough? Haven't you shamed me enough? You've destroyed my life!" She could barely finish the words as a fresh batch of tears rolled down her cheeks.

Constancia just looked at her coldly. She looked over at John. "Hand me my bag." John reached down and handed Constancia a brown paper bag that Nena hadn't noticed before. She also hadn't noticed what was going on around her.

Nena's attention was drawn away from her three tormentors to the dogs. They seemed more agitated. They walked around the group casting furtive glances in Nena's directions; occasionally howling, their tales wagging eagerly. She again tried to move her arms and legs but to no avail.

"Don't try to move," Mark admonished, "You're not going anywhere."

Nena pulled at the ropes with all her might, but could not dislodge the stakes. The only thing she did was cause her large breasts to wobble back and forth invitingly.

Constancia knelt down, "So you want to be a dog huh puta? she said, with a cruel chuckle, "well, let the training begin!"

Nena's eyes snapped open with alarm as Constancia opened up a can of dog food. She stuttered, "Wh-, wh-, what, are you doing with that?"

Constancia ignored her. She took her fingers and dipped them into the can of dog food. Mark and John looked on excitedly as Constancia rubbed the dog food on both of Nena's dark nipples. Liberally spreading the food on thickly.

Nena flinched and tried to arch her back, but the ropes held her in check. She began to cry out in a panic, babbling, "No, no, please stop, let me go, please stop" but there was nobody to hear her cries.

The dogs smelled the food and began to run around Constancia, the gringos and Nena who was spread out on her stomach obscenely.

"Enjoy puta," Constancia said as she and the gringos stepped back.

The dogs were not sure what to do. They could smell the food and would dart in quickly a couple of feet from Nena, barking and yapping and then running back with the rest of the pack. Some of the dogs were howling. Nena's yells kept them at bay for a little while, but as they sensed that she could only yell, and not do anything to them physically they began to get braver, sniffing Nena before running back.

Nena was weak from yelling and no longer had the energy to scream for help or to keep the dogs away from her. One of the bigger dogs ran up to Nena and began to sniff at her earnestly. She could only move her head, her tired muscles no longer responding to her will for self-preservation.

The dog licked her back and began to yelp excitedly eliciting a like response from the rest of the pack. He scooted his large head under Nena's torso, seeking the food. He whined as he began to lick Nena's breasts, the scent of the food exciting him, making him yelp and howl uncontrollably.

Nena felt the dog's rough tongue, but was powerless to stop it. The dog began to eagerly lick Nena's nipples. Nena tried to ignore the sparks of pleasure that the dogs tongue gave her. Each subsequent lick making her nipples harder and more sensitive. She began to moan.