Molly knocked on the massive wooden door to Andrea's house. At least, she hoped she was at the right place. The address was correct, at least. A couple of moments passed in silence, and she couldn't help but wish Scratch was with her. Stupid ghost council.
The door creaked open, and Andrea greeted her from the other side with a big smile.
"Oh, there you are! I was afraid you got lost." Andrea said, opening the door wider, allowing Molly to walk inside.
"Yeah, I wasn't sure I got the right place at first; this place is… huge," Molly said, stepping inside and looking around.
The 'house' was more of a mansion, with tall vaulted ceilings and many open, spacious rooms. However, the house was mostly silent at the moment.
"Thanks," Andrea said while closing the door. "So, I guess I should get this out of the way; the rest of the family is out right now, So I thought it would be the best time to invite you over to try to make it up to you for how I've treated you."
"I have to admit, I was surprised when you gave me that note, er, invitation." Molly nervously laughed. "But I'm super glad you want to be friends!"
"Uh-huh, and I think I know just the way to do it." Andrea turned around and started to walk deeper into the house, becoming Molly to follow.
"What did you have in mind?" Molly asked.
"It's a surprise." Andrea chuckled.
Molly followed Andrea through the house's halls, gawking at the wall decorations and the small peaks she got at large opulent bedrooms. Until, at some point, they entered a large, mostly empty room near the back of the building with a thin layer of dust coating the floor. Molly noticed that there had been recent activity, though, footsteps in the dust. It seemed to be some kind of storage room, maybe, with very sparse furnishings.
In the middle of the room was some kind of furniture. It was like a small table but extra low to the ground. However, it was padded as if meant to be sat on. There was a headrest with a hole, like a massage table. The most questionable thing, though. There appeared to be small armrests and footholds jutting from the table, each with a thick Velcro Strap.
Molly looked around quizzically, raising an eyebrow at Andrea.
"It's…. Kind of hard to explain without spoiling the surprise. "Andrea answered Molly's question without having been asked. "All you need to do is lay face down on this thing, and I'll help get you fastened in. I need you to trust me for this."
There was a small pit in Molly's stomach. Suspicion. Not but a couple of days ago, Andrea hated her. And now she wants to be friends, and the first thing she asks of Molly is to trust her? It felt wrong. Her stomach told her to leave.
However, Molly always wanted to look on the bright side. Be optimistic; assume the best. Even if her stomach would agree with Scratch if he were here, she ignored it. After a moment of hesitation, Molly nodded and walked over to the 'table.'
"Yeah, it's like a massage table, kind of, just lay like this…." Andrea showed Molly where to go, and once Molly's body was in place, she gently grabbed Molly's wrists and led them to the straps, where she velcroed them tightly, restraining Molly. Andrea did the same with Molly's feet.
"Alright… Now what." Molly asked nervously.
"Now…" Andrea grinned widely. "We get to the surprise." Andrea walked out of Molly's sight, back to the door, and opened it. "I'll be right back, don't go anywhere."
The door clicked close, and Molly was left alone for a moment. She tugged at the velcro but found them very firmly, holding her arms and legs in place. The pit in her stomach grew into almost a stomach ache.
"Scratch?" Molly whispered.
No response.
The door opened again, followed by footsteps, along with something else. Molly craned her head back to see Andrea walking in a giant pair of scissors, some kind of rag, and a small bottle. Trailing behind her was a rather large Doberman.
"Oh!" Molly exclaimed. "I love dogs!"
Andrea set the bottle and scissors down and walked around Molly to hover above her.
"Good," Andrea said.
The dog came around and sniffed Molly before Licking her face a couple of times.
"But. We should do this first." Andrea said. She brought the 'rag' to Molly's face. "Bite this."
Molly looked at her questioning before tentatively opening her mouth, letting Andrea put the gag in, tying it behind her head.
"Kind of tight," Molly complained, chewing on the gag. Her words were muddled, though.
Andrea smiled down at Molly and ran a hand against her cheek.
"Oh, Molly Mcgee, you are so stupid." Andrea mocked before slapping Molly in the face.
Molly's cheek stung, but she was more shocked and confused by what she said.
"W-what?" Molly said through the gag.
"You really think I want to be friends? With YOU?!" Andrea laughed. "No, I want to humiliate you. And you went along with everything."
Molly was silent. Fear and dread started to creep into her heart.
Andrea moved to the corner of the room and pulled down a large sheet hiding a camera on a tripod. Andrea fiddled with it for a second, and a red light turned on the top of it.
"Now then…" Andrea picked up her scissors and went back to Molly, grabbing the hem of her skirt and spats.
Molly felt the cold metal of the blade graze her skin as Andrea began to cut through her clothes.
"Wait, stop!" Molly began to struggle. But her voice was garbled due to the gag.
Her struggle was in vain, though. The velcro straps held firm, and in a matter of seconds, her clothes were sheared in half, exposing her privates to the cool air of the room. Molly tried to hide it by squeezing her legs, but it was no use.
Andrea huffed as the clothes came apart but then got up, set the scissors down, and retrieved the bottle.
"Come here, Rex," Andrea ordered.
The Doberman heeled to the order. Out of the corner of her eye, Molly could see Andrea open the bottle and hold it down to the dog, letting him smell it. She then dabbed a bit on her hand, and Molly could feel her hand press against her butt, smearing this cold liquid very close to her nethers.
"Don't touch there!" Molly tried to shout into her gag.
Molly could then feel the dog's hot breath on her lower set of lips, feel the puffs of breath as he smelled her. Felt as he pressed his wet nose against her thighs. Molly's whole body tensed up when she felt his wet tongue lick her folds. It was a sensation she had never felt before. A jolt of pleasure, but it felt so dirty.
As the dog began to lap at her pussy, Molly fell silent, her toes curling, trying to figure out what to do.
"You slut. Are you enjoying this?" Andrea's voice cut through Molly's daze.
Molly looked up to find Andrea smiling cruelly down at her.
Andrea leaned over and looked behind Molly for a moment.
"Oh yeah, he is ready," Andrea said, stepping to Molly's side. Andrea grabbed Molly's ass cheeks and spread them, slightly parting her virgin pussy. "Come on, boy, hop up."
Molly felt a moderate weight land on her back, she felt the dog's paws on either side of her, near her hips, and the dog's head hovered over her shoulder blades. Most importantly, though, she felt as something scorching hot and pointed started to jab at her thighs and grind against her butt.
Andrea, watching from the side, leaned towards the dog. "Dumbass, it goes here." She muttered.
Molly felt the tip of the hot thing press against her labia.
"Stop! Help! Scratch! Please! Help!" Molly began to shout and thrash hysterically as she felt her girlhood was about to get violated.
But there was no ghost portal to save the day this time. Instead, she felt the dog's dick scrape against her walls as it forced its way inside, taking her virginity in the cruelest way possible. Molly froze in pain, fear, and despair. Her nethers burned as the dog's dry dick was forced inside her. But that physical pain wasn't the worst of it. She knew what this meant. Her first time, stolen from her. It was something that could never be taken back like a smudge on her soul that she would never be able to wash away.
As the dog began to pump its hips, Andrea got up and stood back, making sure the camera was capturing every second of Molly getting raped by this dog.
Molly planted her forehead into the headrest and grit her teeth; tears of frustration and helplessness began to fall down her nose and land in a small puddle on the floor. She tried to not think about it, about the dog violating her, about the intense stinging and burning every time the dog thrust into her. She could feel some warm liquid running down her thighs.
Her sobbing was low. Her body spasmed as she cried, but she didn't want to let Andrea see. Molly didn't want to give her the satisfaction. Molly could hear the dog growl and snarl behind her head as he picked up the pace. He rapidly slammed his hips into her; his front paws clawed into her skin as he flailed them around, trying to get better leverage.
Molly almost felt like she wasn't there, that she was out of her own body, perhaps somewhere better, happier. Anywhere but here. This wasn't real; this wasn't happening. The throbbing pain that permeated her entire pelvis was genuine, though, and impossible to ignore. As the dog growled and panted heavily, she could feel something slamming against her lower lips. Something bigger than his dick, a knot at the base of his shaft.
She could feel with every thrust it pushed in a little further until, with one final last thrust, the middle point of the knot, the thickest point of his dick slipped past her entrance and sunk inside her.
A moment later, she felt a deep heat in her belly. As if she just drank a cup of hot chocolate. The beast stayed there for a moment, pumping her womb full of puppy batter before dismounting, turning around, popping his cock free with a wet 'shlick.'
Andrea had moved, grabbing the camera off the tripod to get a closeup of the creampie; as the dog moved out of the way, Molly could hear Andrea commenting something. She couldn't actually hear what. Molly's head was swimming. The sounds were muted, her vision was fuzzy. She was tired.
Molly awoke in a hospital bed sometime later, at least the next day, by the sunlight streaming into the window. Her eyes flitted open and lazily scanned the room. Scratch was sitting by the bed, watching the TV, and her mom, Sharon, was across the room from Molly's bed, looking at a crossword puzzle.
"Mmm." Moly moaned, turning her head in bed.
Both Molly's mother and Scratch snapped their attention to her, very quickly jumping up and coming to her bedside.
"Oh my god, Molly, you're awake!" Scratch exclaimed.
Her mother embraced her softly, hugging her around the shoulders gently. Molly was confused but felt a couple of teardrops wet her shoulder.
"What happened?" Molly asked as her mother pulled away. Sharon had a tear running down her cheek. A tear of happiness judging by her smile. Sharon then rapidly started hitting the call nurse button.
"We were hoping you could tell us!" Scratch butted in.
"They said when they found you, you were out cold, covered in injures and…." Sharon started before getting stuck on the following words.
The nurse popped her head in, saw that Molly was awake, and quickly said, "I'll get the doctor right away!" before disappearing again.
"Everything is fuzzy…." Molly said, bringing an arm to her head. As she moved, she realized she had bandages all over her abdomen, and her pelvis was still sore, radiated slight pain. That's when the memories started to flood back crystal clear.
Her eyes got a little more focused, and she looked at her mom, her brow furrowing a bit.
However, before another word could be said, a tall blonde woman with a lab coat and a clipboard walked into the room.
"Ah, I see you are awake. That's great!" She said with a warm smile. She stepped up close to Sharon and pulled up a little stool, sitting by Molly's bedside. "We were hoping you could tell us just what happened to you; if you think you are up to it?"
Molly opened her mouth but stopped. Her eye drifted to the small brass nametag pinned to her lab coat lapel that read "Dr. Davenport."
She closed her mouth, trying to think. Her eyes fell, and her weak spirit dropped. She laid her head back on the pillow, looking straight ahead at the wall, and whispered. "I don't remember."