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 ________________________________ This is a story about a sexual FANTASY
written for consenting adults.  If you're not both of those, don't read it.
Characters in a FANTASY don't get sick or die unless I want them to.  In
real life, people who don't use condoms and other safe-sex techniques do
get sick and die.  You don't live in a FANTASY so be safe.  The fictional
characters in my stories are trained and experienced in acts of FANTASY -
don't try to do what they do - someone could get hurt.

   If you think you know somebody who resembles any of the characters here,
congratulations, but you're wrong - any similarity between the characters
in this story and any real person is purely coincidental, since all of
these characters are figments of my dirty little imagination.

   This is my story, not yours.  Don't sell it or put it on a pay site. 
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   _________________________________ A House In the Woods - Bethany (M/f
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   Copyright 2003 - Shakes Peer2B shakes_peer2b@NONOsbcglobal.net (remove
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   She would have been pretty - even beautiful - had her face not been
frozen in that perpetual pouting sneer affected by so many of today's young
girls.  Barely five feet tall, the obligatory low cut top, bare midriff
with navel jewelry, and hip-slung jeans completed the stereotype.  The top
was filled out mostly with padding, though even through the screen door I
could see a little cleavage.

   She stood with arms crossed under her breasts, as if they needed
support, one hip outthrust, staring disgustedly off into the woods, and
didn't realize at first that I had come to the door.

   When she finally turned to rap her knuckles on the doorframe again, she
gave a little start to see me there.  It wasn't a particularly hot day, but
her walk in the sun had plastered honey blonde hair that had escaped from
her pony tail to her forehead.

   "May I help you?" it was the voice I used on door-to-door salesmen.  I
hadn't saved my money to get this place in the middle of nowhere so I could
socialize with everyone who came to my door.

   Impatiently, she said "Yeah.  I need to use your phone!" Clearly, she
was accustomed to getting whatever she wanted, when she wanted it.

   I looked at her impassively for several moments, wiping my hands on a
rag, before responding.  "No."

   I had turned and made several steps back toward my kitchen before she
exploded.  "NO!?  I'm stuck out here in the fucking middle of fucking
nowhere, my fucking car fucking died on me, my fucking cell phone doesn't
fucking work in this fucking armpit, and you fucking tell me fucking 'no'
when I ask to use the fucking phone?..."

   She was taking a breath to continue her tirade when my open palm struck
the side of her face.  It was a gentle slap, by my standards, but the
calluses on my hand must have felt like stone on her cheek as her head
snapped around and the ponytail wrapped itself briefly around her face.

   "That was for the filth coming out of your mouth.  Get off my property.
You're trespassing!" I stood so close that she had to back up a step to see
my still impassive face glaring down at her.

   Her eyes were as big as saucers and her face had finally lost its sneer
as she held her hand to the growing redness on her cheek.  Tears started to
well up in her eyes as the gravity of her situation finally started to sink
in.

   "Buh-but it's got to be miles to the next town!" I had seen the 'pitiful
me' routine from my ex - the queen of the guilt trip - far too often to be
affected by it now.  The fact that she thought it would work just pissed me
off more.

   "Not my problem." It was, in fact, three miles by road to my nearest
neighbor, and a little over six into town.

   "Please, mister!" she begged, "I'll do anything if you'll just let me
use your phone!  I'll pay you - I've got money!"

   I slapped her hand as she started to reach into the little knapsack she
carried for a purse.  "I don't need money."

   She stared at me with that deer-in-the-headlights look the young ones
get when they finally run into a situation that can't be handled by their
usual methods.  Her face gradually melted and the tears that flowed this
time were genuine.  I let her cry, not moving.

   Finally, she pulled a small packet of tissues from her backpack and
wiped her face.  Looking at me hopelessly through reddened eyes, she pled
silently for me to rescue her.  I just returned her stare, my face
expressing no emotion.

   Again, she begged "Please, just tell me what I need to do!  I just need
to use the phone, then I'll be out of your hair and won't ever bother you
again!  Please, I'll do anything!"

   She apparently envisioned a limited scope to 'anything', but I wasn't
going to let her off the hook that easily.  "Strip.  Right here.  Every
stitch."

   She looked as if I had hit her in the stomach.  "You want me to take off
my clothes?" Her head was shaking, side to side.

   "You said you'd do anything.  Strip now, or get off my property.  I
don't care which." Neither my face nor the inflection in my voice had
changed.

   She stared at me for a long moment as emotions ran across her face. 
First, disbelief and shock, then, as she felt the full impact of my gaze,
understanding and indecision.  She made as if to speak, but a finger across
my lips silenced the protest before it started.  Finally, fear and
resignation settled on her elfin features.  She looked around the front
yard, as if to see who else might be watching, but my home is set in a
natural, secluded clearing, more than half a mile up a winding dirt track
from the main road.  Only the fact that I maintained the fences, gate, and
even the mailbox by the gate would give anyone a clue that someone actually
lived up that track.

   Tentatively, she pulled the top over her head, eyes studying the worn
boards of my front porch.  As she pulled the meager scrap of cloth off her
ponytail, she looked up once again, searching my face for some hint of
reprieve.  Finding none, her face set now in anger, she kicked off the once
white deck shoes, now a yellowish gray from the dust of the track, and
unbuttoned her jeans.  Glaring defiantly up at me, she wriggled and pushed
until they cleared her shapely hips and puddled around her feet.  Still
finding no mercy in my face, she reached behind and unhooked her bra,
trying to cover her breasts with her hands as she worked the harness down
and let it drop.

   "Are you happy now, you perv!" she practically shouted up at me.

   In a dispassionate voice I replied evenly, "I said every stitch."

   Shaken, but still defiant, she turned away and worked the little cotton
bikini down her legs, unintentionally giving me a first glimpse of the
sprinkling of yellow hair that did little to cover her plump little mound.
She straightened, covering her breasts with one arm and her crotch with the
other hand.

   "Lace your fingers behind your neck, spread your feet shoulder width,
and be silent!" It was the first time I had allowed any sharpness into my
voice and it startled her almost as much as the earlier slap.  She moved
quickly to comply, some of the anger in her expression replaced by fear.

   As I suspected, her tits were small and perfectly formed, with tiny pink
nipples topping broad, almost flat, alabaster mounds.  I never understood
the fascination some men have with large breasts.  Hers were as close to my
ideal as I'm likely to ever see in my lifetime.  Her rib-cage tapered
gently to a softly rounded belly surrounding the large, shallow navel that
was pierced along its lower curve.  Her hips flared a bit more than I would
have expected on one so young, and the creases between hip and thigh
outlined the perfectly symmetrical lips of her mons.  Through the sparse
growth of her almost invisible pubic hair I could just see the hood of her
clit peeking out.  Her legs were softly curved and shapely.  This one was
no athlete, but her genes had so far kept her from putting on extra fat.

   I walked slowly around her once, carefully inspecting her back and the
inverted heart-shape of her buttocks.  Her skin was flawless - another gift
of good genes, no doubt.

   While she stood on display, red faced from embarrassment, I retrieved
her garments one by one from the porch deck, folded them neatly, and
stacked them on the rail, bra on top.  I placed her shoes beside them, and
picked up the little back-pack purse.  I could see her anger returning as I
rummaged through the thing until I found her wallet, but she was either
smart enough or scared enough not to say anything.  She hadn't lied - she
did have several hundred dollars in the wallet, but I had told the truth as
well - I didn't need it.

   "Bethany Camilla Wilson" I read aloud from her driver's license. 
Flipping through the cards and other contents I found a current student ID.

   "This isn't exactly on a direct route between Pullman and Bellevue,
Bethany.  What brings you to my neck of the woods?"

   "I had a fight with my boyfriend and thought I'd take the scenic route
home to have time to like, clear my head, you know, think things through."

   I studied her a bit as I thought about the wording for my next question.
"Surely you told someone you were coming this way, so why not just wait for
them to send out a search party?  Why are you so desperate that you'd take
off your clothes for a stranger?"

   "That's the thing!  I was like so mad at Brian that I just like took
off! I told my roommate I was going home for the weekend, but I didn't know
I was going this way until I saw the sign and like the car just sort of
turned on its own!" She only realized her mistake as she saw the smile
growing across my face, and tried to cover.  "But I called my mom from the
car and told her I came this way!  She'll have the sheriffs and everyone
out looking for me by tonight!"

   I didn't bother to point out that she had already told me her cell phone
didn't work out here.  I pulled it out of her bag, and sure enough, it was
one of the new GSM models.  We had TDMA service but the GSM phones didn't
work out here yet.  I dug her keys from the bag and set it on the rocking
chair beside the door.  As I reached inside for the keys to my pickup, I
called out, "Caesar!  Czar!  Come!"

   Their mother, an Alaskan malamute, had been bred by a timber wolf,
giving birth to what turned out to be two of the largest, smartest dogs I
had ever seen.  I raised them from pups, training them for my own special
purposes, and we had been so close through their adolescence that now they
could almost read my mind.  They seldom barked, but whenever anyone
approached the house they alerted me by their body language, looking my way
occasionally to be sure I picked up the signals.  Thanks to these two big
boys I had watched Bethany from the shadows of my hallway as she emerged
from the end of the track and trudged across the clearing to my front door.

   They flowed around the partially open screen door like enormous grey
shadows, sniffing eagerly at the most fragrant and embarrassing parts of my
hapless victim.  A warning wag of my finger stopped her from dropping her
hands to protect herself, and her face flushed to an improbable shade of
red.

   "Guard!" I told the boys as I descended the porch steps and headed for
the pickup.  They took up positions front and rear and gazed fixedly at
Bethany with their almost yellow eyes.

   "You'd best not move a muscle until I get back, Bethany" I told her,
"These boys are well trained, and they will tear you limb from limb if you
try anything." Their warning snarls as she turned her head to look at me
reinforced the threat, and she quickly turned her head back to its original
position.

   It took about 45 minutes to locate her little red Mustang convertible,
hook it up to the pickup with a log chain, and tow it to a secluded spot in
the woods behind the house.  After covering it with a camouflage tarp and
sweeping the track from the main road, I was pretty sure no one would find
her or her car, even if they thought to look in this direction.

   Bethany was looking a bit distressed by the time I put the pickup back
in its shed, and returned to the house.  "Please, mister, I need to use the
restroom!"

   "We don't have restrooms out here, Bethany.  Do you need to piss or
shit?"

   "I need to pee really bad!"

   "So piss!  The boys won't mind.  It'll help them get to know you
better."

   She stared at me in shock.  "You mean right here?  I can't do that!"

   I shrugged, "Suit yourself!"

   "Can't I just use your bathroom?  I really have to go!"

   I stepped in so close she had to bend her head way back to look up at
me. "I'll explain this to you once.  If I ever have to repeat any part of
it, you will suffer.  Is that clear?" At her fearful nod, I continued.  "No
one knows you are here.  Even if they think to look in this direction, they
will not find you unless I want them to.  You are mine until I tire of you.
You will address me as 'Sir'.  When told to do something, you will do it
immediately, without question or comment.  You will speak only when spoken
to.  You may request permission to speak occasionally, but only to clarify
an order so that you can carry it out better - don't abuse the privilege.
This is your only opportunity to ask questions.  If you have any, ask them
now."

   "H-how long are you going to keep me here?" All the anger had drained
from her face, which was now white as a sheet.

   "I've already answered that.  Do you have any intelligent questions?" I
was practically on top of her, her nipples brushing my shirt, just above my
belt buckle.

   "A-are you going to rape me?" It was odd.  Mingled with the fear I
detected a tiny bit of arousal.

   "Do you want me to rape you?"

   "N-n-no!  Of course not!" but the seed had been planted, and I could see
it growing.

   "You were told to address me as 'Sir'.  Three times now you have
disobeyed.  Do you have any other questions while I consider your
punishment?"

   "Are you ever going to let me go?" then, quickly "Sir?"

   "That depends on how well you please me." I stepped back a bit, and let
her relieve the strain on her neck.

   "I-I'll do my best, Sir." She tried to smile, but she knew I knew it was
forced, and dropped it quickly.

   "Do you still need to piss?"

   "Yes, sir!"

   "Then do so.  Now!"

   She looked distressed, but strained a little, and a small trickle of
golden liquid dripped from the lips of her cunt.  Once the flow began,
however, she apparently couldn't hold it back, and let loose a stream that
would have done a racehorse proud.  A faraway look came into her eyes as
relief washed over her face.

   Once the flow stopped, I gave the boys a hand signal and they eagerly
lapped up the last drops, digging their tongues deep between her lips to
get it all.  Her expression ran the gamut from fear to lust to confusion to
embarrassment.  Finally, Czar and Caesar backed off, licking their chops.

   I picked up her things and opened the screen door.  "Come!" She and the
dogs followed me into the house.  I led them to the hidden door in the back
of my pantry and triggered the remote in my pocket.  The shelves sank
inward, allowing just enough room for a person to step onto the narrow
stone landing inside and to the right of the opening.  It was a tight fit
for the four of us, but there was just enough room for the pantry wall to
slide back into place.  Caesar flicked his tail upward at the last second
to avoid getting it caught.  The boys preceded us down the narrow flight of
stone steps, lit only by a single yellow bulb, and waited at the bottom
while I led my new charge down.  I was gratified to see that she still had
her hands clasped behind her neck.

   She almost lost it as she watched the boys greeting the kneeling form of
my current slave by sniffing and licking at the juices dripping from around
the enormous dildo that pounded relentlessly into her vagina, driven by a
hydraulic ram.  Each time the ram reached the apex of its thrust, a line
and pulley system tugged sharply on her clit ring.  From the faint sounds
escaping her gag and the expression on her face, I could tell she was on
the verge of passing out after another in a long series of orgasms.  Amy
had been in this predicament, head and wrists locked in my homemade stocks,
while another little motorized device tugged and vibrated her nipple rings,
for over an hour.  It was one of her favorite treatments, but I figured
she'd had enough, and used the remote to stop the device.  On the next
outward cycle, the ram withdrew the dildo completely and released its grip
on the clit line, while the nipple stimulator let go of her tit rings.

   Amy rolled her eyes in my direction, and they widened when she noticed
Bethany standing behind me, hands still locked behind her head.  I
triggered the release for the stocks, which also released Amy's gag.  She
slowly extricated herself from the contraption, crawled over and dutifully
knelt at my feet.

   "Amy, my lovely slave, this is Bethany.  She has come to us for help,
but must first pay her way.  Would you like to help me with her training?"
I brushed a few sweat-soaked strands of auburn hair from her face.

   Amy's brown eyes lit with a burning glow and had she not been so well
trained, she would have kissed me.  "Oh, yes, Sir!  I would love to help
you train this lovely creature!"

   My readers may chastise me here, for not going into detail on Bethany's
punishment for her transgressions, but such things bore me as they are
merely tools to help attain my ultimate goal with any new slave - his or
her total submission to my every whim.  Amy, who worked as a waitress in a
diner in town, had been easy.  She was a born submissive who eagerly
participated in every degrading act I heaped upon her, once I held her up
to the mirror of her true self.  Like any recent convert, she was eager to
show others the joys of her new religion.

   Bethany, though she harbored some dark fantasies, had been brought up as
a willful, spoiled child, and needed a bit different sort of handling. 
Where Amy needed little punishment, Bethany was in my dungeon four days,
and became well acquainted with the whip and cane before she capitulated in
her own mind, and resigned herself to submitting to my will.  She didn't
break - that was not my purpose.  She simply lost the will to resist. 
During that four days, her body underwent some changes as well.  Her mouth
and throat learned to accept the length and girth of my cock and various
rubber ones that Amy delighted in shoving down Bethany's esophagus.

   On the second day I ringed her clit.  Just as the moans behind her gag
were becoming soft groans, Czar alerted, letting me know we had company.  I
closed the hidden door in the pantry and was puttering around in the
kitchen when Deputy Fulton knocked on the screen.  Wiping my hands on a
dish towel, I casually walked to the door and let him in.

   "To what do I owe the honor of this rare visit, Ralph?  Has my sordid
past finally caught up with me?" I made it a point to stay on friendly
terms with all the law enforcement people hereabouts, and Ralph Fulton and
I had swapped stories over beers more than a few times since I came to live
here.

   Refusing my offer to sit, Ralph took off his hat and wiped the sweat
from its band, saying, "A little official business is all, Mike, but don't
worry, we haven't dug up anything on you yet, though we've got our best
people on it!" The beer gut overhanging his gun belt quivered with his
chuckle.

   "We got a heads up from the State Police to look out for a young blonde
girl driving a red Mustang convertible, and the Sheriff asked me to canvass
the folks in this part of the county to see if anybody's seen her."

   "Don't know why she'd show up here, Ralph, but I'll keep my eyes open
and let you know if I see her.  Got time for a beer before you go?"

   He shook his head regretfully, "Naw, I still gotta get over to the
McKinsey's and a few other places, but I'll take a rain check, if you're
givin' em."

   I clapped him on the shoulder as he turned to leave and said, "Anytime!
And bring some of those unlucky bastards you work with - we'll play some
poker too!"

   I watched him turn the Explorer around and head back down the track.  A
few minutes later, the little LED on my security system, indicating the
gate at the main road was open, winked on for several seconds, then
extinguished.  The dogs stayed at alert for a few more seconds, then lost
interest, so I was pretty sure he really had gone, and returned to my work.

   I make some money locally by making things for people in the community.
Many are made from wood, others from various metals.  I make nothing that
isn't beautiful to look at, but everything I make has practical uses -
tools that you can't buy in a hardware store, fixtures, picture frames,
containers of various sorts.  I even have a small income from selling
custom made dildos and other sex toys to the wives of some of our most
prominent citizens - all very discreet, of course.  I don't need the money,
but it heads off questions about sources of income, and gives me a hobby,
as well as ensuring a certain amount of leverage in strategic places,
should I ever need it.  In my little workshop, I also designed and built
most of the fixtures and machines in my dungeon.

   By the time I got back to the dungeon, Amy was in the throes of another
orgasm courtesy of Bethany's increasingly talented tongue.  Since I had
neither given her permission to play with my new toy, nor specifically
forbade it, I banished her to the corner to play with herself while I
continued installing Bethany's jewelry.

   Some nipples, like Bethany's, are too small and fragile to be
effectively pierced.  A stud or ring hefty enough to take the kind of
strain I intended to place on it would just not leave enough flesh to stand
up to the same load.  I had found, however, that virtually any nipple could
be spiked.  The ones I intended for Bethany were my own creation.  The
spike was a half inch long, sharply pointed on one end and was about an
eighth of an inch in diameter.  The other end was hollow and threaded
inside.  For installation, a special shaft was screwed into these threads
that operated the retractor for the four barbs fitted neatly into slots
along its sides.  The mechanism to insert them had taken a little
experimentation, but was now as near perfect as I could get it.

   Bethany's eyes were wide with trepidation as I fitted the suction tubes
over her nipples.  A little K-Y created an airtight seal, and ensured that
the nipples would be drawn evenly into the tubes.  I ran the vacuum pump
until the tips of the spikes nestled into the tiny indentations in the
centers of her distended nipples.  After a final alignment check, I
triggered the trip-hammer on the right side and watched the shock reach
Bethany's eyes as the spike was driven the prescribed depth into her
breast, and a small amount of blood seeped into the tube.  Her scream was
absorbed by the gag.  As I put my hand on the left trigger, she struggled
mightily, if futilely, against her bondage.  Though her breast quivered
slightly from her struggles, the vacuum in the tube had no trouble keeping
the spike aligned.  Nonetheless, I waited for her movement to abate before
triggering the second spike.  Her reaction to the second penetration was no
less vigorous than to the first, though unaccompanied by the same level of
shock.

   I bled air back into the vacuum tubes and removed them, leaving the
spikes firmly embedded in her nipples.  I then unscrewed the retractor
rods, evoking a slightly less vigorous reaction as the spring loaded barbs
extended into the tender flesh of each breast, just behind the nipple.  To
ensure the barbs were properly seated, I screwed a small T-handle into each
of the spikes and gave a sharp tug.  Again Bethany screamed behind her gag
as the barbs caught and her little tits morphed into elongated cones.  I
let Bethany watch as I sterilized the retractors with alcohol and locked
them away in a small safe I keep in the dungeon for keys and the like.

   After the jewelry was installed, controlling Bethany became much
simpler. I had only to secure her wrists away from her front and attach her
breasts or clit or both to one of the fixtures to keep her immobile while
constantly stimulating her.  By the end of the fourth day, she had started
using these restraints to produce orgasms during punishment.

   By day five I knew she would need much less punishment, and allowed her
to start realizing the pleasures of her servitude.  I laid Bethany on her
back and told her to raise her hands above her head and spread her legs. 
While I did not bind her, I was confident she would not move from that
position unless I ordered it.  I attached my little nipple tugger to her
spikes and she gasped as it began its pre-programmed sequence.  The primary
disadvantage of spikes is that they anchor beyond the primary nerve endings
in the nipples, but I compensated for this with tiny claw attachments that
fit between the spikes and whatever else was screwed into them and dug into
the surrounding nipple tissue, transferring much of the sensation of any
movement of the spike directly to the delicate pink flesh of the nipple.

   On my command, Amy knelt between Bethany's legs and made love to her. 
Amy's lips tugged gently at the clit ring, in between gentle, passionate
tongue lashings.  Amy's tongue occasionally laved her asshole and perineum,
eliciting tiny gasps from Bethany's lips, before plunging deeply into her
folds.  In less than a minute, Bethany was climbing toward her peak.  Amy
had her instructions, however, and backed off at the last second, gently
caressing Bethany's thighs to calm her.  As she subsided, Amy took up where
she had left off.  Forty five minutes later, after being denied countless
orgasms, Bethany was screaming, pleading for release, thrusting her pelvis
toward Amy's magic tongue, only to be denied again and again.

   Finally, after an hour of this, I gave Amy the signal she had been
waiting for.  Hooking her index finger through Bethany's clit ring, she
began a series of spasmodic jerks, practically lifting Bethany's hips from
the mat, while wildly lashing the distended clit with her tongue.  At the
same time, she plunged two fingers into Bethany's sopping entrance just far
enough to massage her G-spot.

   I leaned over and whispered in her ear, "Cum for me, Bethany.  Cum for
me and I'll rape you."

   In seconds, every muscle in Bethany's tiny body went rigid and her
pelvis lifted almost a foot off the mat.  She emitted a shriek that had the
dogs pawing their ears and shaking their heads as her body arched between
shoulders and heels.  Her hips gave three or four spasmodic thrusts before
she went totally limp and fell, unconscious, back to the mat.

   I checked for pulse and breathing, just to be safe, and, satisfied that
she would survive, lifted Amy to her feet, and kissed her.  As a reward, I
returned her to the stocks and started the machine fucking her fast and
deep with her favorite dildo.

   As Bethany started to recover, I let her drink some water, holding her
up so she could sip from the glass.

   She looked gratefully up at me, but knew better than to speak.

   "Are you ready, Bethany?" The shock in her eyes came from the
realization that she WAS ready, as her head nodded almost of its own
accord.

   I left her on her back while I removed my clothes.  She was already well
acquainted with my cock, but the realization that it would soon be
plundering her tender depths for the first time caused her eyes to go wide
with alarm.

   I attached weights to her spikes and clit ring as she lay passively on
the mat, then I turned violent.  I grabbed a handful of her hair and yanked
her up to a kneeling position.  When she opened her mouth to scream, I
rammed my already engorged member down her throat in a single stroke.  Not
giving her any time to adjust, I started a rapid head fuck, jacking off by
yanking her head rapidly up and down the length of my cock, slamming her
nose into my pubic bone with each inward thrust.

   I was already quite aroused from the earlier show with Amy and knew I
wouldn't last long.  In a couple of minutes my first load shot directly
down her throat.  I stayed embedded in her mouth while the post-orgasmic
super-sensitivity subsided from my bloated glans and Bethany struggled to
draw air through her nose.  I had not given her any instructions about what
to do with her hands, and noted with amusement that they were clasped
around my buttocks, pulling me into her.

   When I was ready, I started the fucking motion again, slower this time,
until my erection was restored to maximum rigidity.  I still had my grip on
Bethany's blonde tresses, and used it to position her on hands and knees.
Amy's face was only inches from Bethany's and she watched in fascination as
the dildo pounded relentlessly into her from behind.

   The girth of my purple cock-head dwarfed the tiny opening to Bethany's
tunnel, but her own juices provided all the lubrication I needed to make my
entrance.  I had promised to rape her, and that's what I did.  No finesse,
no adjustment period.  I already knew there was no hymen to worry about,
and once my glans was centered between her lips, I drove in with all the
force I could muster.  Even with the copious lubrication, it took three
Herculean strokes to reach the hard bump of her cervix, though I had yet to
sheath about three inches of my length.  Each thrust elicited a high
pitched shriek from Bethany, but she made no effort to get away.  Amy's
face was a mask of lust as she watched me plunder Bethany's treasure.

   Without pause, I started pistoning my rampant member in and out, going
as deep as I could, with no thought for Bethany's comfort or pleasure.  On
about the fifth stroke, I felt something give, and an extremely tight
collar slid down past the crown of my cock-head to grip the shaft as my
pelvis finally slammed into hers.  She had her first orgasm as my cock
ploughed through her cervix, deep into her womb.  Amy came seconds later.

   The sensation was exquisite.  Each outward stroke milked my swollen
glans through the constricting band, and each inward thrust felt like
forcing myself through a greasy, tightly clenched fist.

   Bethany was locked in a continuous series of gut wrenching orgasms,
screaming and tossing her head about as spasm after spasm shook her body.
In the midst of one of these, I withdrew completely, and before she was
aware of what was happening, had slipped the head of my cock past the
unresisting ring of her anus.  While this may have saved her a torn
opening, it did little to alleviate the pain of entry.  I doubt she had
ever voided a turd as large as my dick.

   "No!  Please not there!  Please, Sir!" her cries went unheeded, and she
shrieked unintelligibly as I ploughed past the inner sphincter into her
colon.  Again I showed no mercy.  I pounded her ass as forcefully as I had
her womb, and soon her hips were thrusting back at me.  Her screams changed
to groans and then to guttural grunts emanating from some primeval part of
her being.  Her eyes rolled back in her head on each inward stroke, as if
my cock were controlling them through some invisible lever.  Her eyelids
started to flutter, and she emitted a visceral howl that brought the dogs
to their feet.

   Her rectum milked the length of my cock with involuntary contractions,
and I came like a volcano in her depths, laying on her back, jerking the
weights attached to her breasts, while my cock turned inside out in her
bowels.  Bethany's howl became a banshee wail and she went rigid beneath
me, jerking like an epileptic in the throes of a seizure.  I had just
enough presence of mind to collapse sideways, dragging her body with me,
instead of crushing her beneath my bulk.

   I don't know how long I lay in a stupor, but I awoke to Caesar's tongue
lapping my face, still rock hard and deeply embedded in Bethany's bottom.
Bethany, who was receiving the same services from Czar, was also coming
around.  I leaned over and whispered in her ear, "How did you like your
first rape, Bethany?"

   She rolled her shoulders around so she could see my face without
breaking our connection.  A troubled look washed over her face as she
contemplated her answer.

   "I - I hated it, Sir.  But I loved it!  How can that be, Sir?"

   I smiled down at her.  "All your life, you've been conditioned to
believe that rape is horrible, and to avoid it at all costs.  For most
people, rape IS horrible, but for a very few, like yourself, the very
horror of it multiplies the pleasure.  You hated it because you're supposed
to hate it.  You loved it because it touched something deep inside that you
never knew existed until now."

   I disengaged from Bethany and released Amy from the stocks.  After
cleaning myself, I told Bethany, "You have done very well, Bethany, but I
require one more thing of you before I let you go.  Please kneel here."

   I indicated the pad in front of the stocks that had just held Amy, whose
eyes danced as she suspected what was about to happen.  I had done the same
thing to her many times.

   Hesitantly, Bethany positioned herself, and without instructions placed
her neck and wrists in the cutouts of the stocks.  After locking her in
place, I brushed the hair back from her face and whispered, "Two more
rapes, Bethany, then you are free."

   I raised the center portion of the mat underneath her until it supported
her torso, then using my remote, I adjusted the height of the stocks and
the center support to where I wanted them.  Amy, who was familiar with this
procedure, secured Bethany's ankles to the sides of the raised support, up
near her shoulders.  This left Bethany's crotch suspended a few inches off
the end of the bench and vulnerable to any assault.

   I bent Amy over a horse so I could use her while we both watched the
proceedings, then gave Caesar a hand signal.  He knew what was expected of
him, and his cock was already out of its sheath and dripping pre-cum.  Both
of the dogs' cocks were easily two inches longer than mine, though not as
thick.  They more than made up for the lack of girth by coming equipped
with knots that swelled to softball size inside their victims, and Caesar's
was already beginning to show.

   To minimize the damage from the entry of his knot into Bethany's vagina,
I gave Caesar the signal to mount before it had a chance to get too big. 
At first Bethany was confused about why the dog was being so familiar with
her.  His real purpose didn't dawn on her until he tucked his front paws in
front of her hips and the sharply pointed tip of his wet, red cock started
probing for her opening, she turned her head in my direction, her eyes
widening in comprehension, but, surprisingly, said nothing except to emit a
small yip of surprise as Caesar found the spot and drove in with a single,
powerful thrust.  Soon, he was practically climbing her back in his efforts
to get as much of his enraged meat into her as he could.  His knot pounded
into her cunt lips, gradually gaining ground until, with one final thrust
it slipped between her petals to the accompaniment of her scream.  From the
sounds she was making, the pointed tip of his saber must have penetrated
her cervix at the same time.  Bethany forgot all about me and Amy and sank
into the depravity of her role as Caesar's bitch.  Again she was launched
into a series of soul searing orgasms as Caesar's giant knot swelled her
belly like she was pregnant, his short, staccato thrusts now having just
one purpose - to impregnate this bitch.

   Amy was cumming around my cock, remembering her own sessions with the
dogs, as I stroked slowly in and out of her cunt.  The sight of Caesar's
knot moving within Bethany's belly reminded Amy of how her own vagina had
stretched around that marvelous weapon while her cervix milked the pointy
shaft.

   Once he was properly seated, Caesar didn't take long to come, his hot
fluids inflating Bethany's womb until there was nowhere for it to go but to
blast through the seal of her cervix and back into her vaginal passage. 
The sensation of the overheated lava coating her insides sent Bethany over
the edge again, which triggered another 'sympathy' climax in Amy.

   Caesar knew better than to try to dismount until his knot deflated, so
we all rested and waited for the softball sized lump to shrink to a size
that wouldn't rip Bethany to shreds as he withdrew it.  Bethany said
nothing, but fixed me with a look that spoke volumes.  She wasn't entirely
happy about the situation, but was still glowing from her last climax,
while trying to reconcile the conflicting emotions that roiled within her.

   When Caesar finally pulled out, a flood of slimy fluids gushed from
Bethany's much enlarged hole.  I whispered instructions into Amy's ear,
then dropped down to one knee in front of Bethany.

   "One more, Bethany, are you ready?" I studied her face for signs of
excessive strain, but though she was still afraid, she hesitated only a
moment before nodding her assent.

   I gave Czar his cue and he wasted no time approaching Bethany's
backside. Her eyes went wide and she started to protest when Amy applied
K-Y to her asshole, but a finger to my lips stopped her with her mouth
open. The expression on her face was priceless as Czar mounted her and Amy
guided his cock to her rear opening.  I had saved Czar for this event
because his knot was slow to inflate, which allowed him to stroke long and
deep until a few seconds before he shot his load.

   Again Bethany's eyes rolled back in her head as though controlled by the
fuck stick stabbing into her colon, and almost immediately, her eyelids
started to flutter.

   I bent Amy over the horse again, and after a few strokes in her vagina
to moisten my cock, sank into her ass in one long smooth push.  Amy enjoyed
being fucked in the ass, as she did almost everything I did to her, but it
wasn't her favorite thing.  I didn't care.  This was for my pleasure.

   I plundered her ass with increasingly faster strokes as I watched Czar
drive Bethany through one climax after another.  Finally, I could see her
sphincter expanding and contracting as his knot started to grow, sending
shockwaves up her spine as it sped in and out of her inexperienced ass. 
One final, hard thrust and the knot was locked in Bethany's rectum,
stretching its walls to impossible dimensions and forcing Czar to switch to
short, jackhammer strokes as he drove toward his release.

   Bethany was lost in her own world, emitting high pitched squeaks and
primitive grunts, interspersed with deep throated moans whose pitch soared
into the ultrasonic as she was catapulted from one peak to the next in a
violent crescendo of spasming muscles and twitching limbs that threatened
to tear Czar's engorged cock from its roots.  He drove in as deeply as he
could one final time, blasting the tiny blonde bitch's colon with scalding
cum and driving her over the brink of the chasm to plunge into blackness,
still cumming around his formidable spear.

   The spectacle finished me off as well.  I pounded unmercifully into
Amy's ass, coating her insides with about a gallon of my spew.

   By the time my cock had finished throbbing, I needed to piss so badly it
hurt.  I concentrated a little and released my bladder deep into Amy's
bowels.  It took her a few seconds to realize what I was doing, then the
total depravity of my using her ass as a toilet overtook her and she
exploded in her own orgasm.

   Panting and groaning, all three of us rested while Czar waited for
Bethany's ass to release his knot.  Czar seemed the least affected, as he
rested on top of his diminutive mate, his tongue lolling from the side of
his mouth while his tail waved happily to and fro.

   Bethany was still out when Czar disengaged from her gaping hole,
allowing torrents of his cum to cascade from her ass and join Caesar's on
the waterproof mat surrounding her bench.  Amy and I extracted the
bedraggled form from the stocks and half walked - half carried her to the
dungeon shower.  She revived only partly as we cleaned the various residues
of today's encounters from her flesh and body cavities.  We took turns
supporting her weight as Amy and I cleaned ourselves, then dried her as
best we could before putting her to bed on a cot I kept in the cellar.  I
left the pantry entry open as Amy and I emerged into the kitchen.

   Amy had to work early the next day, so she went home to sleep in her own
bed, giving me a lingering kiss as she headed out the door.  I ate some
leftovers then climbed under the covers of my own bed.  I was sound asleep
as soon as my head hit the pillow, and woke only once during the night -
when a naked female form slipped under the covers, and, fitting the curve
of her ass into the V of my crotch while placing my free hand on her
breasts, fell fast asleep.  As delicious as it felt to feel my cock nestled
in crack of her ass, I, too, went back to sleep, as if it were the most
natural thing in the world.

   The sun and the dogs scratching to be let out woke us in the morning,
still spooned together.  Bethany smiled as I kissed her lightly on the ear,
but didn't say anything.

   I completed my morning ablutions and laid Bethany's clothes on the cedar
chest beside the bed.  Amy had washed them and even the shoes were once
again spotless.  She dressed while I threw together some bacon and eggs and
sourdough biscuits.

   I left a 'seed' of the sourdough in the enormous wooden bowl full of
flour, and mixed in some buttermilk and lard to make enough dough for
tomorrow's batch of biscuits.  I then covered the bowl with a cotton flour
sack and put it back in it's place of honor on the pantry shelf to ferment.

   Bethany looked at me skeptically when I dropped one of the heavy
biscuits on her extended plate, nearly knocking it from her hand, but
watched as I sliced one horizontally through the middle and slathered the
halves with homemade butter and wild honey.  She emulated me, and her
skepticism turned to surprised delight as she took her first bite.

   "I never tasted anything so wonderful!" she gushed.

   I merely smiled and finished my own breakfast as Bethany polished off
her eggs and bacon and three more biscuits.  When she finally leaned back
from the table, I noted with approval that she had left her bra off.  I
leaned over and touched one of her spikes through the material of her top.
She pushed her chest out at my touch.

   "Do you want to keep these?" I asked softly.

   Without the slightest hesitation, she looked me in the eye and replied
"Oh, yes.  Sir."

   I handed her a clear plastic case with a variety of accessories that
could screw into the spikes, including the barb retractors that would allow
her to remove the spikes if she chose.  She let me know she recognized them
by running her finger over that part of the case, but only smiled and
tucked the case into her bag.

   Finally, we were at the door.  She kissed me lightly on the lips, then
turned to go.  Her shiny red mustang stood waiting in the yard, already
pointed at the track.

   "Bethany!" She turned with eyebrows raised "Who told you about me?"

   She looked trapped for an instant, "H-how did you know?"

   "Spark plug wires don't come loose on new Mustangs by themselves." I
smiled "but don't worry, I just like to thank my benefactors.  You'd be
surprised how many young students I get out here from Pullman."

   She smiled back "Molly.  Molly Pierce!"

   As she threw her bag into the passenger seat and waved a final goodbye,
I remembered Molly.  She was my first.  About five six with fiery red hair.
Her favorite thing was my fist.  It didn't matter which hole.  Her second
favorite thing was to lay back on my chest with my cock in her ass while
one of the dogs ravished her cunt.

   Molly was due for another visit soon.  I'd have to come up with
something really special for her.  Just then, one of the horses trotted
across the clearing, parting the dust of the Mustang's departure.