Re: Looting run [Claire, Caitlyn, Christie and Emily]
((XD Time to go finish what we started, girls~))
Claire found herself doing the same as Emily, bending over to grab at shreds of cloth that had been caught under the dog that the other girls had saved her from, trying for a moment to tie the scraps into something that'd cover her privates.
She noted the wet between her legs, found herself still flushed and unsteady on her feet. The thing's cock was still out in plain sight, and Claire gave a low snarl as the sight of it sent another frisson through her body that had nothing to do with the chill of the wind. Spitting on the mongrel, she turned to the other women as Caitlyn came over to inspect her -- the blonde would find that aside from the bruises (now a yellowish brown) from the other day, and the scrapes and tears in her shirt from the efficient dog's claws, she was healthy enough. Horny, too, but she was too ashamed to admit it just now. Still, Claire leaned against the other woman for support.
"I don't want the doctors," she snapped, still angry over the attack. "I just need some privacy..." She was feeling surly because she didn't want to admit to herself that standing around half naked with these women was doing
nothing to soothe the throbbing between her legs.
"Or somewhere safe to lay down for a while, at least," she added. God, what was she that the first thing on her mind now was to drag a quick orgasm out, a teenager? She'd never thought of getting fucked by a dog before; she'd never figured herself for a
complete pervert, but somehow the very memory (the very
clear memory) of strained panting in her ear and a thick, tight knot crammed into her cunt wasn't leaving her mind. She cast Caitlyn a look of mildly horny despair, hoping the blonde couldn't see through to her depraved thoughts -- never mind that it was Emily who'd been screaming and crying for
her rapist to make her its fuck-toy!
...Or maybe
that was what was leaving her worked up. Claire couldn't really tell at the moment.
"Let's go back," she agreed with the other women, turning around, gesturing for Christie and Emily to come close (or rather, to
keep close) to follow them. Claire did her best to ignore the lubrication produced by her cunt that was smeared between her thighs. It wasn't helping her to regain her composure one bit.