Date: Fri, 24 Oct 2008 20:15:12 +0000 (GMT) From: Beverly Taff Subject: Dog Day Afternoon Chapter 26 Two by Two Chapter 14. Jane returned down several stairs to the basement club to see that Trysta's learning curve was still on a steep rise. The young girl was dancing with utter abandon to the thundering beat as dozens of other gay and lesbians danced around her. Dozens of hungry eyes were studying the fresh young meat and Jane moved quickly to join her niece on the floor. Several dykes had already moved in on the young girl but Jane was relieved to see Julia dancing quietly in the shadows on the far side. Julia quickly caught Jane's eye and nodded her concern. Speech was all but impossible in the thundering beat. This was the basement club and devoted entirely to dance. If clubbers wanted to chat they had to withdrawer upstairs to the quieter lounges at street level. Trysta had absolutely no intentions of talking. All she wanted to do was dance with utter abandon whilst showing off her newly released sexuality. At long last Trysta felt free of `Smallville USA'. She was the typical teenaged sex bomb that had yet to fully realise the dangers that accompanied such a beautiful young body. She was just turned seventeen and hell-bent on having fun. As Trysta span and pranced, swayed and postured, every curve was accentuated and every intimate aspect revealed. Fortunately, Beverly's body shaper served at least to cover Trysta's most intimate parts with its skimpy scrap of snappered crotch. Unfortunately, several watchers had already realised that these snappers made the young newcomer deliciously vulnerable. As she danced with abandon, Trysta had felt several sets of investigative fingers touch lightly on her butt and try to slide inquisitively towards the inviting snappers in her crotch. Each time she smiled inwardly to herself then slid provocatively away to savour the disappointed expression as the offending fingers were rejected. However, Trysta's `admirers' could not demonstrate any offence on the dance floor. Even if the basement club was deemed little more than a `meat market', the clubbers at least had enough sense not to cause offence. Jack's bouncers were alert to any abusive or offensive activity. Even the most aggressive of `bull-dykes' could not be seen to be abusive under the throbbing sound and flashing strobe lights. Jane realised that Trysta was having herself a ball and relatively safe under the glare of the public spotlights. Feeling less worried, Jane swayed across to Julia and mouthed her concerns. Julia motioned that she was also watching to see that Trysta was not unduly molested. After having reassured themselves, the two watchers swayed to the thundering music as they maintained their vigil. If there was ever any potential for trouble in Jack's bar, it was usually on a Saturday night when the sex tourists arrived, often with various misconceptions about the gay village. Trysta was oblivious to any dangers and she simply continued dancing with boundless youthful energy. Eventually the older friends had to spell each other for the action was hectic and the music at times painful. Discreetly, Vicky, Sally, Betty, Jane and the others changed places as the youthful Trysta danced with wild abandon utterly unaware of the vigilance being maintained by her adult companions. It was not until later in the evening as Trysta finally relented her wild fling that things took a turn. The sweat was pouring off her and she decided to visit the rest room to cool off. Without a thought for any danger, she had slipped away from the dance floor before the minders had noticed. She was bent over the washbasin and splashing water over her face when the first unwelcome attention arrived. Bending over in her micro skirt, Trysta was freely displaying her butt, when suddenly she felt powerful fingers jammed painfully into her cleft. Her startled eyes flashed open to see her attackers in the mirror. "Ouch! Gerroff you bitches!" She screeched. "Why little girlie. You look as though you like it." Trysta whirled violently and felt the hard knuckles twist painfully in her sex. The poppers snapped open as she pivoted on the invading fingers and suddenly the fingers had found their target. The bull dyke dug further into Trysta's sex. "Aahh! You Bastards. Fuck Off," she continued screeching. "They won't hear you in here girly. Come on now you know you like it." Trysta was stunned that any woman could actually believe another girl would enjoy being forcibly finger raped. That her attackers were fellow sisters stunned her. Despite the agonising tearing feelings in her brutalised sex she launched a furious kick that connected perfectly with the bull dyke's knee. The kick worked well but there were two assailants. The second, prettier girl cursed then launched herself at Trysta's throat. As her fingers gained a purchase, Trysta felt the world start to go black. Alone Trysta knew she could have fought off the second girl for she was much smaller than Trysta. Unfortunately the floored bull dyke still had her muscular fingers dug into Trysta's sex. Trysta was anchored by her cunt as the smaller girl's fingers tightened around her throat. Slowly Trysta's senses started to fade but she lunged once more and got a feeble kick in. Then, as darkness overwhelmed her, she heard a seemingly distant echoing bark. Billy the Alsatian had arrived in the nick of time and launched into the attack. The bouncers followed close behind and Trysta's attackers were quickly subdued. In seconds, the pair were dragged helplessly away and Julia and Jane were checking Trysta over. "Sorry Kid, we've only just missed you on the dance floor, you should let us know when your going to the rest room. This is the first place where those sorts come looking." Trysta was still a bit too dazed to answer and her throat ached. She tried to speak but the muscles in her throat were two bruised so she simply nodded her head then fumbled with the snappers of her body shaper. Jane and Julia carefully helped her up to the quieter lounges where she slumped angrily on a settee and recovered her voice. "The bitches!" She cursed. "Just let me get at them now they're separated." "They're being dealt with." Reassured Julia. "Just drink this coffee." "Shit my cunt hurts, they must be fucking animals! What'll happen to them?" Asked Trysta as she took the coffee off her uncle Jane and smiled gratefully. "They're being taken down to the station. It's all on video. That's how the bouncers found out." "What! D'you mean there's a video camera in the rest room?" "Not in the cubicles darling but the washbasins and makeup mirrors are checked all the time. It's for your own safety. By now I'm sure you understand." Reassured Jane. Trysta's fingers shook slightly as she gulped the strong sweet coffee then she finally calmed down. "Well I suppose I should be thankful but what if some pervert wanted to spy?" "The security staff are girls. What's more they are selective and discreet. They know the difference between a friendly cuddle and a full blooded assault." "But the bouncer was a man." Pressed Trysta. "Are men allowed in the women's room?" "Yes if it's necessary and this time it was. Your attackers were a pair of Dykes. One of them is a well-known body builder and roughhouse bruiser. The bouncers are always watching to see that she doesn't make trouble. She's a regular man hater with a reputation for violence and enjoys forcibly reversing the man-woman roll. She's attacked several gay men in the village and there is a police restraining order on her. Jack has been pretty tolerant towards her but this will all change. Attacking you, a girl; is a new development and the bouncers were not expecting it. They said it was possibly because of that pretty new partner she's with. That one was probably jealous of your looks. The bull dyke is a tough cookie and I wouldn't like to tackle her," finished Julia. "Nor I, and I've got a pair of balls," added Jane. "Yeah. I suppose so," sagged Trysta, "it's just that I've always thought of the rest rooms as a sort of sanctuary. Somewhere for girls to talk and plan." "It is if you're sensible. You're just a bit too young to go gallivanting off on your own darling. Consider this to be an important lesson. Jack's place is probably the safest place in the village but even here, shit happens. Those two bitches have blown their last chance." Finished Jane. "Now if you want to go back to the dance floor go ahead. Go and enjoy yourself." Trysta smiled winsomely then stalked off determinedly to regain her right to dance unmolested and unafraid. Jane and Julia exchanged knowing smiles as they recognised the teenaged bravado. Despite the act, Trysta had learnt one of the most important lessons of her life. Now she would be a lot more careful. She danced until the small hours and finally staggered up stairs to find the upper lounges almost deserted. There was a note telling her that some of the others had gone home but Jane and Sally were upstairs with Beverly and that there was a safe bed in Beverly's flat. Wearily Trysta helped herself to some coffee then crept up to Beverly's flat and found the door ajar. Surprised at this oversight, she let herself in and heard a low growl. Nervously she peeped quietly into Beverly's bedroom. There she was shocked to find Beverly and Billy `tied' like a dog and a bitch. Beverly was fast asleep but Billy raised his head watchfully then settled back onto the pillow as his eyes followed Trysta into the spare room. Trysta realised the door had been left ajar for her as she had no key. It was obvious that nobody could have slipped by un-noticed. Billy was ever alert. Quietly, Trysta closed the front door then checked the other rooms to see Jane and Sally sleeping in a tight embrace with Davinia cuddled up between them. She felt a little jealous but forced herself to use the empty bedroom. As she popped the snappers of her body shaper, she winced painfully. The attack had left some vicious scratches and bruising around her sex. She wished Davinia's tongue were there to sooth the hurt. This thought made her loins twinge with a peculiar awareness and she squeezed her thighs together as she squirmed slightly. Once abed, her fingers gently busied themselves and she sniffed her flowing juices. This puzzled her for her cunt was still sore but she still had the urge. She was feeling better but she missed Davinia's long soft tongue. Sleep refused to come and Trysta lay silently contemplating the events of the night. Then, to her abiding pleasure she heard the familiar rapid padding of Davinia's short little paws pitter, patting down the corridor. Soon, a long pointy nose appeared beside the bed cautiously sniffing the air. Trysta realised that Davinia's Basset Hound nose had quickly detected Trysta's cunt juices declaring her arousal. "Is that you?" Whispered Trysta as she felt the stiff tail thumping expectantly against the side of the bed. A low whine confirmed Davinia's identity and Trysta slid her legs over the side of the bed as she hefted the plump Basset hound up onto the bed. Within seconds, Davinia's long sloppy tongue was applying her natural salve to Trysta's wounded cunt. Soon the ensuing pleasures erupted and Trysta was mewling softly in the throes of an unexpected orgasm. Trysta could not believe that she was orgasaming despite the pain from the attack. Then, eventually, both girl and bitch were satisfied and they fell into a deep contented sleep. Trysta was exhausted. In the morning she woke to find a coffee mug being placed gently on the bedside table. "Hello sleepy head. Oh! And hello Davinia," added Beverly as she noticed the double bumps under the blanket. Trysta rubbed the sleep from her eyes then peered self-consciously as the smiling Beverly loomed over her. "Where's my uncle Jane? She croaked" "Having breakfast. Did you sleep well?" Trysta nodded then glanced upward guiltily as Davinia's long nose emerged from under the blanket. Beverly's eyes glinted knowingly then she smiled and stroked Trysta's cheek. "Don't worry darling. Nobody will tell." Trysta hesitated uncertainly then whispered nervously. "I saw you and Billy last night as I came in. You and Billy, are you, you know?" Beverly nodded then settled on the bed and gently cuddled Trysta as Trysta sipped the coffee. "Has your uncle Jane explained about me?" "No. Why?" "Well, I suppose with the attack and everything, she probably didn't have time." "Why? What is it about you then?" For an answer, Beverly undid the tie on her peignoir and slipped her fingers down to her crotch. Trysta noted the garter suspenders and stockings as Beverly turned away and popped the snappers. A sharp clicking declared her actions. Trysta's eyes narrowed nervously until Beverly carefully turned to face Trysta and reveal her bitch tits to the stunned teen-ager. "What are those?" she croaked hoarsely. "Bitch tits Trysta. I'm part bitch and Billy is my mate." Trysta's jaw dropped with shock as the coffee mug froze between tray and lips. "What!!" She squealed softly. You mean that's what these funny little cups are for on your teddies?" Trysta fingered the little cups set into the lower panel of the lacy body shaper that she was still wearing. "Exactly darling." Replied Beverly. It's a long story. I'll explain over breakfast if you want." Trysta struggled to sit up then peered nervously into Beverly's eyes. "Who else knows?" "Only a few close friends. You met them all last night. Now I'm sure you don't want have to carry on wearing my teddy so here's a new bra and panties set. I keep a few sets handy but hidden away. Now put them on, you don't really want to be caught wearing one of my special teddies do you? You had a narrow escape last night. If those dykes had managed to get any further, they would have discovered the extra nipple cups in that teddy. Then they would have got curious." Trysta swallowed nervously then took another sip of the coffee. "I need a shower." "It's that door," indicated Beverly. "We'll be in the morning room finishing breakfast." Trysta winced as her injured pussy lips rubbed on the edge of the bed and Beverly smiled sympathetically. "Take Davinia into the shower with you. She knows what to do. Her saliva is a perfect salve. I'll fetch the big hair dryer and some extra towels." So saying, Beverly helped Davinia off the bed and the horny bitch whined her thanks. Trysta's bruises were coming out and she was too sore to bend and lift Davinia's rounded plump body. Grateful for Beverly's help, Trysta minced delicately into the bathroom as Davina waddled eagerly behind her. Soon both girl and dog were savouring the relaxing water. As the spray splashed against her, Trysta settled on the floor of the shower and Davinia's knowing tongue resumed what it had started the previous night. Beverly returned and smiled knowingly as she noticed the low sitting shapes through the misty shower door. Quietly she placed the extra towels on the towel rail then left the hair drier by the door out of reach from the shower. Trysta was not going to be allowed to electrocute herself. It was fully an hour before Trysta and Davinia appeared for breakfast and the adults smiled sympathetically. "Well, well, my darling niece," chuckled Jane, "welcome to the land of the living. Trysta bent over and kissed her uncle Jane affectionately then kissed Sally and Beverly. "Thanks for rescuing me last night." "That's OK. Help yourself to breakfast. D'you want anything cooked?" Offered Beverly. "No thanks, cereal and coffee'll do." "The police phoned. D'you want to press charges against those dykes?" Asked Jane. "What d'you think I should do?" "You'd best go down to the station later and ask the police. They are all local cops and best suited to advise. Most of them are gay so they're sympathetic." "But I was under age. They might arrest me." Objected Trysta. "Not likely. You weren't drinking and the attack happened in the loo. They were adults and the big muscular already has convictions for assault. It's all on videotape and the police say you're completely innocent. Best if you stop by and see them." Trysta agreed then dug into her breakfast. She smiled as Beverly hefted Davinia up onto another chair between them and fed her some shredded sausage and bacon scraps with her fingers. "Huh. It's no wonder she's fat." Grinned Trysta. Davinia barked angrily and startled Trysta as she made a token snap at Trysta's wrist. "Ooh! Now you've offended her!" Laughed Sally. It's a good job she's only got rubber teeth." Trysta gaped stupidly then stared at Sally. "Don't be daft. She could never have understood what I said!" A pregnant silence fell around the table as Beverly, Sally and Jane exchanged knowing glances. Finally Sally broke the silence. Softly she replied. "Uuhm, I don't wish to shock you Trysta, but Davinia understands every word you say." "What d'you mean?" Scoffed the disbelieving teenager. As the silence ensued, Beverly stood up and left to return moments later with a laptop computer and placed it in front of Davinia. She then grabbed some extra cushions and placed them under Davinia so that she could readily reach the keyboard with her long inquisitive nose. Trysta stared mesmerised at the screen as the Basset bitch slowly poked out a reply. "I'm not fat you cheeky little bitch, I'm just sausage shaped!" Trysta's jaw would have dislocated itself if it had dropped any further. Davinia continued. "Just make sure you never hurt anybody or you could be turned into a dog!" Jane quickly intervened. "That's enough Davinia! You know perfectly well, why you are what you are. Just be thankful you weren't executed!" So saying, she removed the laptop and placed it out of Davinia's reach. Trysta wanted to object but Jane frowned and raised her finger for silence. She sat down again and turned to Trysta. "There are several things you need to know about our group. I meant to tell you about Beverly's bitch tits last night but events overtook us. What I'm about to tell you is strictly confidential. Either you promise not to reveal anything or you seal Davinia's fate. After all, in law, Davinia's only a dog. She can be put down at any time." Davinia let out a deafening howl and continued so for several seconds before calm could be restored. Trysta felt a wave of nervous fear engulf her then Jane moved to reassure her. "Don't believe everything Davinia tries to tell you. You are not about to be turned into a dog." "But you still owe me an explanation!" Cried Trysta. "A dog that can write for God's Sake!! That's not right!" "Agreed," replied Jane. "So if you'll just listen, I'll explain." Trysta sipped her coffee as she nodded acquiescence and Jane continued. She explained about Beverly's transexualism and experimental surgery. She explained Davinia's history and Davinia confirmed it when Beverly returned the computer to her reach. Jane did not however, reveal Staz's secret. That was a matter purely for Staz and Vicky. After Jane Had finished, Trysta sat silent (As Cortez and all his men, upon a peak in Darien.) Eventually she turned to Davinia thoughtfully and stroked the long silky coat. "You can be my friend darling. I'll never hurt you." Davinia whined and licked eagerly at Trysta's fingers. Jane smiled affectionately and nodded her consent. "That's OK. You can have Davinia for a partner but there's one small problem. You can live with us over the café or you can live on the job as Nanny to Vicky's triplets but Davinia will have to live at our café. Vicky's already got two other dogs, Zeta and Staz. It's not fair on Davinia. She' will always have to defend herself from rape. It's hard enough now when she runs in the park, but living with that great big randy Alsatian is just too much of a risk. Poor little Davina will become paranoid always having to protect her butt. Just remember that Staz can easily remove Davinia's cunny plug and he's a big powerful dog. "Yes. I was wondering about that. Does Davinia always wear it?" "Ask Davina. She's got access to the laptop for now." Trysta glanced questioningly towards the pretty Basset hound and she responded by nodding slowly. The action conveyed all the resignation and unhappiness of Davinia's reduced vulnerable bitch condition. Trysta frowned softly then moved from her chair to sit by Davinia and give the plump overweight Basset hound a hug. Davinia whined softly then tried to lick at Trysta's face gratefully as the girl spoke softly. "Don't worry darling. I'll always be here for you." Davinia tapped with her nose on the keyboard. `That could be another forty years. My body clock is human.' Trysta gasped then squeezed the dog tighter. "All the better my pet. That's a lifetime together." Davinia barked excitedly then paddled eagerly with her funny little legs as she scrambled to clamber onto Trysta's lap. Fortunately she had no hard sharp claws so her efforts did not scratch Trysta. Trysta wrapped her hands around the bitch and plonked her on her lap like a mother with a toddler. Davinia eagerly licked Trysta's face and whined ingratiatingly. "I think you've got a little friend for life there my darling." Grinned Jane. "We'll get along just fine." Finished Trysta. With these words the four girls gathered the breakfast dishes then set off for the police station with Billy and Davinia. In the cells the muscle-bound bull dyke sat sullenly whilst her prettier partner showed signs of having been crying all night. Trysta and Jane discussed the case with the police. The police had decided to automatically press charges against the violent bull dyke. She already had a record for assault so they were bound by law to act. They gave Trysta the option to take her own action about the second girl. Trysta found herself attracted to the pretty little lipstick lesbian and unusually for such a young teenager, decided not to press charges. However the police still decided to caution her. She was new to the village and the message had to be spelt out loud and clear. `Respect, respect, respect!' As they left Jane smiled at her niece. "That was very mature of you. I'm proud of you darling." Trysta smiled then winced slightly as she swung into the car. "Still sore are you pet?" Inquired Beverly. Trysta nodded then smiled even as Davinia waddled across the seat and softly nosed at Trysta's crotch. Trysta giggled affectionately then restrained the inquisitive nose. "Not here darling. Not in the street! Wait till we're home!" The adults exchanged knowing glances. Trysta had truly become a confirmed member of their society.