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 Her sleep disrupted by the pull upon her limbs, wrenching her from the
dreams of him, still held in darkness.  All she hears is heavy breathing
and the pounding of her heart.  She does not know if it is her own, or that
of her assailant.  No words are spoken as she fights blindly against the
confines of His hold.  The sharp clink of metal slapped upon her wrists,
spreading her arms painfully wide.  Her legs, pinned under him.  She tries
to find her voice, trying to scream, she parts lips wide.

   How he can see in the dark she does not know, but a ball gag is shoved
between them.  Cutting off all hope but short whimpers...  trying to
breathe only as her heart races.  One calloused hands runs rough down left
thigh, slapping on a cuff painfully.  She is racing through mad thoughts as
the second cuff falls to right ankle, effectively spreading her upon a bar.
She is helpless, but still she fights it none the less.  Her body moving in
the small offerings of her confine.  She feels His rough hands ripping away
the fabric of her sleeping gown, laying her bare to him.  A hood is placed
over her head, before she hears the click of the light switch.

   The bed groans as he climbs back upon it...  sharp slaps raining upon
tender flesh that has never known such treatment.  Panic reigns in her
mind. Blood rushing from each spot that his hand punishes.  The torture of
his touches continues harsher with each touch...  pinching painfully upon
tender skin...  nipples pulled and twisted...  His hand continues lower,
snaking between splayed thighs...  slapping harshly at her clit.  Four
fingers plunge deep into her cunt, painfully stroking as he leans closer...
whispering harshly...'you whore, you want this don't you, you were begging
to be fucked like the dirty lil cum sucking bitch you are, weren't you..."
slap, slap, slap against her thigh...his fingers still punishing as hand is
pulled free, slamming deeply within her his fist, working hand further and
further.  His other hand still punishing upon her breasts, she knows that
bruises will abound upon her flesh in the morning...

   For some reason, even before she knows it, her pleas for and end to this
torture, an escape...  turn to pleas for release at a whole new level. 
Begging him to not stop...  not that he could understand the words around
the girth of the ball gag; but her body betrays this wantonness.  Her hips
reaching up to meet the ravaging strokes of his fist within sopping cunt.

   She hears his voice again, torturing with his knowledge of her flesh,
`that's it you lil whore...  just ready to be fucked harder and longer,
begging to be treated like the slut that you can only dream of being... 
cum for me whore...  NOW...  cum for me like the dirty lil bitch you are."
Feeling the release of her fluids racing along his forearm, still moving
within her.  Knowing well that she is at his mercy.

   He pulls his fist from her cunt, reaching to remove the ball gag from
her mouth...  His arm held before her lips.  "Clean it, bitch." A shocked
whimper escapes her, the first sound unhindered from her, as her tongue
dutifully reaches out lapping at his flesh, cleaning the taste of her from
his skin.

   Still held control in iron, he offers the engorged head of His cock to
her open mouth.  Knowing she will not resist, he shoves it deeply into her
- filling her mouth completely.  His strokes rough and purposefully in her
warm mouth - using her solely for his pleasure now...  each drive deeper,
holding full to the hilt, as she squirms under him, deprived of breath,
moans growled from deep within, pulling back only slightly as his load is
shot against her throat, pulling back further as He milks the last of his
seed in spurts upon her face.  His finger reaching to gather at bit of the
white cream; tracing his name across ample chest.

   "I knew you would soon be pushed beyond those walls you try to hide
behind, slut...  you will not easily raise them again, not to me, ever
again.  Do you understand, bitch?" He demands of her.  Small whispers of
breath acknowledge her obedience.

   The hood left upon her face, he unshackles her from the bed, pulling her
to unsteady feet, and dragging her through the house, grabs her keys from
the counter.  She can tell they are moving to the garage, fear builds
within her.  She knows she is helpless; and at his mercy.  She crawls
across the seat, with one loud resounding smack to her exposed ass.  She
feels totally exposed, unknowing what is to happen, knowing that she is
completely naked and helpless, she begs...  `Please, please let me put on
clothes, something, please?' Her soft pleas met with a sudden grasp to her
chin, pulling her blind gaze to him, she can feel heated breath through the
cloth.  A harshness sends a shiver rushing down her spine, "if I wanted you
to have clothes, I would have put them on you, slut.  Now, be quiet until I
say you may speak."

   The long drive leaves her mind racing, lost in the many twists and
turns. She didn't know, even when they stopped finally as to where they
were.  All she can hear is the soft throbbing of music when he opens the
door, leading her along with a strong grasp to red tresses.  She tries to
stifle the fear rising, the soft whimpers as they enter the building.  The
heat of it a caress on the gooseflesh of her creamy skin.

   Finally, the hood is removed from her...  deep blue eyes wide as she
adjusts to the room...  trying vainly to take in all that is around her...
the myriad of people first.  All of them engaged in activities that range
from wild to perverse within her realm of thoughts.  The array of toys
beyond her ability to even guess how they are all to be used.

   She is not allowed to linger long in thought, dragged forward, she moves
to his command naturally.  Somewhere in the back of her mind, she knows she
should rebel, should fight against this thing that seems to be engulfing
her spirit; but, she knows not how.  She knows she will continue as long as
he is near.  The one that seems to know her better than she knows herself.

   Suddenly, he stops, turning to her...  her first look at him since the
beginning of this night.  Her soft mouth opening wide, shocked by the face
that greets her.  He just gives that smug smirk of his, and turning pulls
her along.

   Pushing her to her knees at his feet, he pauses to discuss something
with the proprietor, there voices lost to her as she digests this piece of
knowledge.  Finally, it seems the bargain has been struck, she is wrenched
from the floor, following him obediently as they enter the largest room she
has seen, a few other patrons scattered about on large pillows and lounges.

   He sits upon a lounge, halfway across the room.  Pulling her close, his
lips punishing upon her rape-ravaged lips.  His tongue fucking her as his
cock did not that long ago.  As he feels the weakness in her knees, she can
hear the chuckle in his deep rumbled voice, pushing her away.  He thinks a
moment, and commands her, "see that man over there, slut?" He waits for her
nod before continuing, "Since you are such a little bitch in heat tonight,
go, take care of his needs, whore, now."

   For a moment she hesitates, and then, knowing she is lost...  and begins
crawling from him, some apprehension in the shock of such a command,
shaking her for a moment, as mind races...  wonderingly as to what she
shall do, and how...  none of this confusion hopefully visible to him, as
she only wishes to please him...so lost in the hold he has so suddenly
taken from her.

   knowing well the earlier fucking this eve has her scent wild with her
wantonness, her body still begging for the feel of Him as she nears the
beast tied to the wall...  the largeness of it leaving her a small breath
caught.  she dares not turn back to Him, even a moment, knowing His eyes
are upon her, watching her with that smirk of His, she reaches toward the
beast...  knowing that in her state, it can smell sex upon her, crawling
before it, her thighs parted just wide enough around its forelegs as she
nudges her ravaged ass to its snout..  allowing the short leashed beast to
sniff at her...  its cold nose pressed to the heat of her she can hear the
soft growl of the animal, the heat of its breath, a shock against the press
of its nose...  hearing the scrape of claws against the tiles as it moves
closer.  Feeling the painful press of claws as it claims her...  the large
mastiff easily holding her still as it moves hind legs closer; wonderingly
she feels its snout moving closer to her neck...

   she prays it will not try to bite down upon tender flesh, as she feels
the first probing of the dog's cock at her core, amazed at the sounds
issuing from the beast, the growl of the beast, warning away any intruders
as its hips begin moving against the slut...  she feels the dog's cock slip
into the whore...a whimper escapes her, teeth lay open upon nape of the
whore, her breath held as she is held captive under the heavy beast..  the
strokes strong within her...  a slight closing of its strong jaws almost
piercing her skin before all is still a moment...the beast continues to
hold her still...  not allowing movement from her at all...  the deepness
of its growl menacing.

   Pulling from beneath the beast as His attention is diverted, she moves
to crawl back, held so low to the ground, feeling the eyes of all patrons
on her now, but, only truly feeling the burn of His eyes blazing toward
her. All she hears in the now crowed room, is "Continue, slut."

   She turns from gazing at toward Him, looking blue gaze to the beast
reaching at the end of its leash.  its low growl menacing, as it looks from
Him to the slut...  she crawls low before it...  showing her
submissiveness...  lowering before the dog, her head held lower than its as
she approaches, feeling the heat of its breath upon her.  Trying not to
cringe at its teeth, large above her, opening upon her flesh...  menacing,
claiming.  Its snout moving along her flesh, a sharp swing of its head,
knocking her almost over as it connects with her hip sharply.  She whimpers
softly, moving closer instinctively, trying to avoid the sharp snap of
powerful jaws.  her breath catches a moment, as the heat of its mouth opens
close to her cunt...  begging it not to bite tender flesh as long tongue
slaps harshly against juicy flesh...  tasting her.  it catches a movement
from Him out of the corner of its eye...  turning to growl at Him...  and
suddenly the slut feels its claws once more...  pinning her...  she is
trapped once more beneath the heavy weight of the beast...

   Knowing in the state that she has been all night...  it is heady with
the scent of her wantonness.  The suddenness of the dog's attack shocking
her, its cock thin at the tip widening shockingly as it snakes out from
within it...  taking her...  its punishing strokes bruising against her
ass. She feels the heavy beating of the dog's heart as it uses her for its
pleasure...  a low growl continues, rumbling through the beast as it
finishes...

   spurred by the darkness of her task...  the confines of her mind broken
wide open...  the dog staying protectively against her, holding her close
against the wall, her hand reaches under the beast, stroking its cock even
as He strokes the deliciousness of His...  knowing the dirtiness of whore
at this point, beyond all but His command of "continue" she continues... 
stroking the beast's pleasure, watching its cock stretch out...  expanding
from the hidden shaft...  her gaze lost in dreaminess...  her head ducking
lower...  slipping beneath the beast...  still stroking the growling
monster holding her captive.  her mouth parts teasingly, her tongue
flicking out, her body held up by the elbow crooked under her, forehead
sliding against the beast's belly, as her tongue flicks along the dog's
cock.  Its hips moving as its claws try for purchase upon the tiles...  the
dog trying to push its cock deep into the bitch's mouth.

   Feeling the small head press to her throat, widening with each it of the
dog's cock in deep strokes...  slick within her mouth, her suckling begging
with the dirty lil bitch's deep moans...  her face crushed against its
stomach.  The dog's hips wild against her face, her hands reach up to
caress the swinging balls that carry the beasts cum as she feeds upon it.
Suckling as she hears that last low growl, the one that she is learning to
be the signal of the dog about to shoot its load...

   Her hand reaches once more to the dog's cock...  stroking it... 
bringing the dog to climax as her head lies back under the dog.  her hand
bringing the beast to climax, feeling the spurts of dog's cum fall upon
bitch's face as her hand milks it from the beast...  slips from beneath the
beast's legs...  moving once more just from the edge of the beast's leash
length, head bowed low as she kneels...