“You’re dead wrong. You could have warned that you were going to do that. Some of it got in my eye and it burns. I can’t see,” Felicia said while yanking her hair free from his grip. She got up and stormed off to the kitchen while stomping her feet.
Trevor couldn’t help but to laugh as a smile spread across his face. Felicia returned back in to the living room walking funny. Trevor busts out laughing knowing her pussy was sore.
“It’s not funny, Trevor. I’m going shopping and to a party tonight and I’ll be walking like something is wrong with my coochie!” Felicia stated.
“Well, you shouldn’t have made me mad,” Trevor replied.
“What the fuck ever! You can be a real asshole sometimes,” Felicia shouted as she opened the front door and left, ‘Little does he know, I’m about to have him taking care of me for a life time without having to deal with him personally, no more,’ Felicia said to herself as she dug in her Chanel purse. She pulled out an open EPT test that read positive. She smiled while walking out of the building’s lobby.
‘I don’t care how good her sex game is. I can’t deal with her attitude and mouth. Besides, my wife is way freakier in the bedroom. I just hope I can make things right. First, I have to get her to get rid of that damn dog,’ Trevor thought to his self.
Seconds later, his cell phone began to ring. He quickly grabbed his slacks and puts them on while taking his phone out of the case. He looked at the caller ID and answered the phone, “It’s been three weeks; please tell me you have some kind of information for me. I’m paying you good money,” Trevor said.
The voice on the other end cleared his throat, “Yes, I got what you asked me for, but it’s going to cost you a little bit more. I had to pay a few people of mine at the police station to get copies of the evidence. You’re not going to believe what I have for you. I wouldn’t believe it myself if I didn’t see it with my own eyes.”
“That’s great when can we meet up?” Trevor replied excited that he’ll finally have enough proof to show Natalie to get rid of Brock, and that this wasn’t just in his head that there was something terribly wrong with the dog.
“I’m outside now. It’s a matter of how you want to pay the bill, cash or check?”
“How much is it and I‘ll pay with a check?” Trevor responded.
“Its three thousand dollars and it’s worth every penny.”
“Okay, hold on. I’ll be outside in a second,” Trevor said and hung up the phone.
He ran into the bedroom and dug around in his personal dirty clothes bin then pulled out a small bag that he had hid some of his check books and credit cards at. He knew Felicia would never find it because she wasn’t the type to care about no one else’s laundry, but her own. That meant no washing men clothes. Just the thought of it would disgust her. He pulled out a small black check book from a small black bag, along with a pen and wrote three thousand dollars and signed it. He placed everything back in the small bag and stuffed the bag deep into the dirty clothes at the bottom of the bin. Trevor walked like a man on a mission as he exited Felicia’s condo and walked outside the building lobby.
The hot San Diego sun beamed on his face, “Damn, this is why I work nights. It’s too hot to be outside. This weather makes no sense at all. It’s got to be 90 degrees and it’s October.” He used his left hand to block his eyes from the sun. It wasn’t hard to spot the man sitting in a beat up car, which was the only one that looks like it didn’t belong in the neighborhood filled with million dollar homes, luxury cars, and palm trees.
Trevor walked across the street and up to the car and opened the passenger side door and gets in. He stared at the man’s sweat stained, white buttoned up shirt, also a jelly stain around his stomach area. The man was an overweight, Caucasian man in his late forties that had a double chin, Trevor figured from eating too many donuts. By the looks of him, Trevor knew he would have never hired him if it wasn’t for his reputation around here being a retired police officer and had much respect throughout the Los Angeles area. It’s what gave him an edge being a private detective.
“So, where are the files of information?” Trevor asked.
“Where’s my money? Once I get paid, this all will be yours,” the man said when he touched his double chin and his pop belly shook.
“Here,” Trevor said as he stuffed the check in the man’s fat hand.
The man studied the check for a second, “Okay we’re good. I know this better not bounce doc, but here,” he said as he dug under the driver seat and passed Trevor a white folder.
Trevor looked at the folder and was shocked it was so thin, “This is worth six thousand I paid you?” Trevor asked.
“Listen doc, you’re not going to believe what you’re about to find out about your so called giant puppy. Like I said, I paid some good people. So enjoy,” he replied and gave Trevor a look that said get the fuck out of my car.
“Thank you,” Trevor said as he stepped out of the car and quickly crossed the street and enters the building lobby.
He used his key to enter Felicia’s condo. He walked straight into the dining room where he did most of his research and had alone time from Felicia’s mouth. He sat at the wooden dining room table, where his Mac book laptop rested. He opened the white folder that had a case number of forty-nine on it with the word Beastiality on a sheet of a drug dealer.
He read the name, Chino Alvarez. Chino was a 34 year old that died in a search warrant with a gun fight with several police officers, “So, this is the guy that owned Brock before me and my wife did? But why is the case called Beastiality? There were more than twenty five different breeds of dogs the police officers reported. This is what I paid all that money for?” Trevor said out loud as he started to become frustrated.
Then, he noticed a golden cd for the first time. He picked it up and opened his Mac book laptop and inserted the CD in the hard drive, then pressed play, “Huh, what the hell is this?” he said out loud as the first thing that popped up on the screen was the word, Beastiality.
A very thin, brown skinned woman, that looked as she was strung out on drugs laid on a bed naked with what looked like peanut butter spread on her breasts and vaginal area. Trevor’s jaw dropped wide open as his eyes were stuck on the laptop screen as a dog licked the peanut butter off her small breasts then from her vaginal area. The woman moaned as if she was enjoying it and getting off. The video quickly changed. It was the same woman looking like she was passed out with her ass in the air with a huge gray dog behind her, “Oh my God that’s Brock!” Trevor shouted as he watched his dog on the video. “Brock wasn’t as big as he is now, but still bigger than any normal size dog, even at three months. Oh my Lord! I knew it! I fucking knew something just wasn’t right with that dog, but I would have never imagined this!” Trevor said as he watched the woman start moaning as Brock thrusted in and out of her fast like a rabbit in heat.
Brock was even biting the woman to keep her still. It looked as if she was trying to fight him off of her, but Brock was too big and too strong, “Oh shit, Natalie! She’s all alone with that beast of a dog!” Trevor screamed as he snatched up his laptop and ran into the master bedroom and lifts up the chest and grabbed the small 3.80 handgun and stuffed it in his pocket, “She has to believe me now after I show her this,” Trevor said as he ran out of the front door.
Chapter 15
Natalie rocked back and forth while sitting on the living room floor having a nervous breakdown. She looked at the cable box that read 3:30 pm. That’s how she had been keeping track of the days. It’s been two and a half weeks that she had been trapped in her own condo. Brock controlled every move she made. Fear consumed her body. There was no more food in the house. Brock had eaten what was left of the fifty pound bag of dog food. When that ran out, she started to feed him all the meat in the freezer, but now that too was completely emptied. He hasn’t eaten in two days and it was making him even more deranged than usual.
Brock growled showing off his large teeth as he walk
ed toward her. Natalie’s facial expression twists up in despair as she fought back her tears. She knew what he wanted this would be the eighth time for today. She didn’t put up a fight any more. Her shoulder, back, and her legs were just now starting to heal. She got on her hands and knees and poked her ass out as tears escaped the corner of her eye as Brock mounted her from behind.
“Ugh!” she gasped for air as he penetrates her vagina and begin to hump in and out of her while growling. She cried out in pain as he pounds away with his long, fat dick stretching the walls of her vagina.
“Ahhhh! God why!” she cried out praying that he would cum fast so it could be over with. Brock pants heavily with his long tongue hanging out.
“Ewww! Ahhhh!” Natalie screamed as his drool drips down her neck and back, “Ugh!” she made a gagging sound as vomit traveled up from her stomach to her throat and forced out of her mouth, “Ugh blauggh!”
This did little to nothing to stop Brock as he pounds away like the beast he was, Raghhh! Raghhh! he barked a few times as he released splashing all inside her, then slides his monster cock out of her vagina while thick, white semen ooze out of her pussy as she cried hysterically.
She sat down holding herself while rocking back and forth. Brock sniffed her, then licked her face and walked over to where she had thrown up onto the floor. He sniffed the vomit and began to lap it up. Natalie watched him in disgust before she moved very slowly and stood up.
Brock ate what was left of the vomit and turned his head looking her dead in her eyes while growling. She cautiously back pedaled and turned around as she walked down the long condo hallway. She looked behind her to see Brock following her like he normally does. For the last two and a half weeks, he refused to let her out of his sight or to even let her put clothes on. One time she tried to put on panties, he attacked her trying to chew off her arm. She continued to look behind herself to see Brock moving slow like a huge lion stalking his prey. She made her way to the bathroom and let out a sigh of relief that he hadn’t attacked her again. She eased onto the toilet, tears escaped the corners of her eyes as she cried and urinates. She could feel Brock’s thick cum ooze out of her vagina while she went to the restroom. She buried her face in the palm of her hands as she cried hysterical, “Trevor, where are you? Please, come save me,” she mumbled and could feel Brock’s eyes staring at her as if his eyes burnt a hole through her soul.
She nervously got up off the toilet after wiping herself and flushing. She walked over to the shower and moved the curtain. She turned on the hot and cold water. When the water was just right, she stepped in, slowly. Her body was so sore with bite marks all over it. Some were scabbed over and others were fresh, still leaking blood. Her vaginal area was swollen and throbbing. She grabs the bar of Dove soap and rubbed it all over her body trying to scrub the awful memories away from what has been happening to her for the last two and a half weeks. She knew deep in her heart that she could never get away from what has been happening to her. She turned her head noticing the silhouette of Brock showing through the shower curtain as he sat outside of the bathtub watching her every move. Natalie cried hysterically as her tears mixed in with the flow of the shower water.
A half an hour later, she turned off the water and stepped out of the shower walking passed Brock, who came up to her breasts when he was just sitting down, ‘Damn, I should have listened to my husband and got a small dog, but now I’m going to die in here without anyone noticing or caring,’ Natalie thought to herself as she continued to cry. She reached for the pink towel on the rack and stopped as Brock started growling. She quickly moved her hand away from the towel and slowly exits the bathroom. She walked to the living room, stepping over piles of feces and sat on the floor in the corner holding and rocking herself back and forth. Brock sat a few feet away from her staring at her with a deranged look in his eyes. It's been over three days since he had eaten all the food in the refrigerator. He tried to eat some of his feces, but only threw it back up. Brock’s stomach bubbled in pain as he tried to decide if he wanted to take a bite out of Natalie or slide in her once more.
Trevor got off the elevator with the folder and his laptop in one hand and his house keys in the other, “She has no choice but to believe me now. Something is seriously wrong with that dog. I felt it from the first day we got him. I just hope I can fix everything in my marriage after we get rid of Brock. I love my wife and got to come clean about everything when it comes to Felicia. She’s nothing but a money hungry, gold digger anyway and don’t care about me. How could I be so foolish to let a damn dog and a no good woman come between someone that was there for me through thick and thin,” Trevor thought to himself out loud as he placed his key in the hole and unlocked the door.
As soon as he pushed the door open, his body told him something was terribly wrong. The smell of feces and urine mixed with a strong strange odor hit him in the face. He coughed as he gasped for air and covered his mouth and nose as he entered the condo and shuts the door behind him.
“What the fuck is going?” he said knowing something wasn’t right. Out of all the years they had been together, he knew for a fact that his wife couldn’t stand dirt or anything that smelled funny. She kept all their apartments very clean.
The sun shined bright through the huge glass windows in the living room, almost blinding him. He blinked his eyes four times until they focused and he couldn’t believe what he saw. There were feces all throughout the living room and kitchen floor. The once white carpet had dark yellow piss stains all over it.
“What the hell is going on?” Trevor said out loud with a confused look on his face. As he stepped further into the living room, he stopped in his tracks as he saw his wife sitting on the floor in the corner of the living room, naked rocking back and forth with bright red teeth marks all over her back, arms, and legs, “Natalie! Natalie, are you ok?” Trevor asked repeatedly.
“I know I’m losing whatever is left of my mind. I could swear I can hear my husband screaming my name as if he was right next to me,” Natalie said out loud with tears in her voice and turned her head to see Trevor standing by the white leather couch a few feet away from her, “Oh my God! It is you, Trevor! Run! Get out of here! Go for help, please!” she shouted.
“What, but why?” Trevor asked with a puzzled look on his face. As soon as those words left his mouth, it all began to register in his brain. His mind replayed with what he had seen in the video that he watched not too long ago. Now, looking at his wife in the condition, she was in, he knew all too well what was going on. Trevor’s mouth opened wide in fear as Brock stood up from behind the other side of the couch where he was laying and guarding Natalie.
Brock’s eyes locked with Trevor’s. Trevor’s body began to tremble as he stared at Brock’s long teeth as he growled at him. Brock wasn’t the same dog he had seen three weeks ago. Not only had his whole demeanor changed, there was a deranged, psychotic look in his eyes. He also had grown massive and taller, looking as if he weighed close to two hundred pounds of pure muscle. Brock growled with his nose snarled up and took off charging.
“Holy, shit!” Trevor shouted as he dropped the laptop and folder from his hands and dug in his pants pockets grabbing the handle of the small 3.80 handgun. He tried to pull it out, but it was stuck in his pocket.
“Trevor, run!” Natalie shouted as Brock leaped in the air.
Trevor was still fumbling with the gun in his pocket… Boom! A shot went off as he accidently squeezed the trigger to the gun while it was still in his pocket. The bullet ripped a whole through his pants and blasted through the carpet in the floor.
“Ahhhh no, no, wait!” Trevor screamed as Brock landed on him knocking him down to the floor using his body weight.
“No, get off of me,” Trevor shouted as he held Brock by the neck.
Brock snapped at his face trying to force his teeth closer to Trevor. Trevor used all his might, but wasn’t as strong as Brock. Brock moved around on top of him like a wild animal. Natalie stood froz
en in fear watching not knowing what to do while her husband wrestled with Brock for his life.
“Natalie, help! Come over here and get the gun out of my pocket and shoot him!” Trevor shouted.
“I can’t…I can’t…I’m afraid,” Natalie screamed back with tears streaming down her cheeks.
“If you don’t grab the gun now, he will kill me! You will kill me because you didn’t help!” Trevor shouted as spit from Brock’s mouth dripped in his mouth and forehead.
Natalie took a step away from the corner wall. Brock stopped his attack on Trevor while keeping all his body weight pressed on Trevor so he has unable to get up. Brock turned his head and stared at Natalie giving her a look of death or as if she should know better than to move.
“Ahhhh!” Natalie screamed and gasped for air at the same time. She back pedaled back to the corner until her back bumped against the wall where she stood shaking.
“Ugh,” Trevor grunts as he swung repeatedly hitting Brock in the ribcage.
Arrrr! Arrrr! Brock let out a loud whimpering cry as he turned his attention back to Trevor. Raghhh! Raghhh! He barked loudly as he snapped at his face.
Trevor’s eyes opened wide as his body weakened and he felt the last of his strength go. “Natalie, help me!” he hollered, but it was cut off short as Brock’s large teeth locked onto his face.
“Noooo!” Natalie screamed as Brock shook Trevor like a rag doll.
“Help, help me! You’re killing me, Natalie! You’re killing me,” Trevor managed to spit words out as he continued to punch Brock in the ribs, but it did little from stopping Brock’s attack or help to remove his teeth. Brock finally released Trevor’s face and stared at him. There were deep teeth marks all over his face as he coughed up blood.
Grrrrr! Brock growled and got his front paw off of Trevor’s chest and lowered his face to his stomach. Trevor was badly hurt, but still turned his head and looked at Natalie crying. He stretched out his arm, “Help me, please! You’re killing me, baby!” he said in a low tone as thick, red blood oozed out of his mouth. He let out a piercing scream as Brock opened his large jaw and chomped down on his stomach. Trevor tried to push Brock’s huge head away, but it went in vain as Brock’s teeth tore into his flesh. Brock swallowed huge pieces of Trevor’s stomach along with pieces of his shirt. He greedily dives right back in, ripping and pulling out Trevor’s large intestine.
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