Raped By Her Dad's Dogs

The day I got dog raped by my dad and his nasty dog pack, I had just turned 18 and was a freshman in college.

It had been an exciting week so far, moving into my first dorm room and getting a taste of real academic freedom.

And, of course, there was the sex.

Oh god, the SEX.

My roommate, Laila, had been an instant bestie and a very enthusiastic lesbian. By the time we had finished unpacking and making our beds, she'd already eaten out her new girlfriend three times, once before I got to the dorm and twice after.

But they didn't mind me being around, and in fact, the two girls seemed to think I was pretty cute and sexy myself.

On the second night, Laila had shyly asked me if it was okay if her girlfriend slept over. "Of course," I'd said, shrugging. But then when I'd caught a glimpse of her slipping her hand into the front of the other girl's panties, I'd stammered, "I—I mean, it's a small bed. And we do have an early class tomorrow."

Laila's eyes had lit up. "So you mean, if I'm really, really quiet, you'd let me go down on her just a little bit? I'll only take ten minutes, tops."

I'd blushed furiously. "Um... I mean... I don't want you to miss out..."

That's when she'd walked over to me and slipped her arms around my neck, bringing her mouth close enough to my ear for me to feel the heat of her breath. "You could watch us if you want," she'd whispered, her voice a husky purr. "Or you could join us."

And, well...

It wasn't long before I found myself sandwiched between the two of them, Laila's tongue exploring my mouth while her girlfriend's tongue explored much lower. I'd never been with a girl before—I'd barely been with a boy, just a few awkward fumblings in the back of a movie theater and a clumsy blowjob at a house party—but this felt right, and I was happy to be a part of it.

And then my stupid dad came in. He'd driven up with my stepmom to see how I was doing, but I hadn't told them what dorm or what room. I figured they'd find it eventually, but I was hoping they'd just call first.

Instead, the knock on the door came at the absolute worst possible moment.

"Just a second!" Laila called out, her voice thick with pleasure as she ground her hips against my face. I tried to pull away, but her girlfriend held my head in place, her fingers tangled in my hair.

The knock came again, louder this time, followed by a familiar gruff voice. "It's me. Open up."

I froze, my heart pounding in my chest. "Dad?"

Laila finally stopped grinding against my face, looking down at me with wide, panicked eyes. Her girlfriend scrambled away, grabbing for her clothes.

"Shit," I muttered, trying to untangle myself from the sheets. "Shit, shit, shit."

"I can get rid of him," Laila whispered, pulling on a t-shirt and a pair of shorts. "Just tell me what to say."

But it was too late. The door flew open, revealing my father standing there in a flannel shirt and jeans, a disapproving scowl on his face. My eyes couldn't help going to the absolutely massive bulge in his pants.

"What the hell is this?" he growled, his eyes scanning the room, taking in the naked girls and the rumpled sheets.

"Dad, I—"

But he wasn't looking at me anymore. He was looking at Laila, and the look on his face was one I'd seen a hundred times before. It was the look he got when he was about to lose control.

"You," he snarled, taking a step into the room. "You're a little slut, aren't you?"

Laila's face went pale, but she stood her ground. "Who the fuck are you?"

"I'm her father," he said, his voice dangerously low. "And I'm going to teach you a lesson about messing with my little girl."

Before anyone could react, he lunged forward, grabbing Laila by the arm and yanking her towards him. She struggled, but he was too strong, twisting her arm behind her back and forcing her to her knees.

"Dad, stop!" I screamed, scrambling off the bed and rushing towards him. "Let her go!"

But he just shoved me aside, knocking me to the floor. "Stay out of this," he grunted, turning his...