Satan’s Bitch -- by lightswitch © March 2008 [F/F, seduction/reluctant/forced, white female, black female, interracial, bestiality, enslavement] =========== Synopsis: A predatory, dominant lesbian gets off by seducing straight white women. When she brings home a gorgeous young blonde to sexually dominate, she gets some assistance from unexpected quarters. =========== Erykah continued applying her make-up, trying to ignore the two dogs, frisking about and vying for the black woman’s attention. “Get out of here!” she warned, not looking away from the mirror. “I got no time for you two clowns, tonight!” She booted the big Doberman with her foot, stubbing a toe on its powerful haunches. “Damn!” she cursed, rubbing her foot. “Ya big horse! What I been feeding you?!?” The playful canines ignored her and continued to frolic, bumping into her legs, from time to time. She, in turn, tried to ignore them. It was Friday night … the best night for hunting! Erykah felt a thrill of anticipation shoot through her groin, making her slick and wet. “There’s nothing I like better than turning a straight young girl,” she murmured, carefully applying an overpoweringly bright red lipstick to her full, sensual mouth. “Unless it’s turning a straight, young, white girl!” A nudge from below jarred her, streaking a garish red stripe across her mouth and over one dark cheek. “Damn you mutts!” she shouted, turning to slap at the offending dogs. They regarded her innocently. The little black Pekinese was Mr Winkle. He was usually a good dog, but once he saw a precedent set, he could be as bad as any ill-behaved mongrel. The big black Doberman was “Satan” and he was a devil! He was big enough that she couldn’t force him to do anything … and Erykah knew better than to try physical punishment. Unfortunately, that meant that Satan could misbehave at will … which he usually did. And that, in turn, set a bad example that Mr Winkle was only too happy to follow. “Out!” Erykah shouted, stomping her foot and pointing to the door. Hearing the menace in the black woman’s voice, both dogs fled. Erykah inspected herself in the mirror, surveying the damage. She now had a big streak of bright red lipstick, running from her thick, pouty lips up over her smooth, dark cheek. Erykah was a big woman, standing about 5’10”. She was a bit thick-bodied, but that was due mostly to good genetics: She had a naturally well-developed musculature. Her skin was a deep, rich, chocolate brown. Her figure, although definitely attractive, couldn’t be called exceptional. She knew she wasn’t “pretty” by most standards, but she also knew she possessed a raw, fundamental sexuality that could make her irresistibly attractive, under the right circumstances. At 41, she could still turn heads among those who liked a woman with some … presence. Erykah scrubbed her face clean and started over, glancing around periodically to make certain that no errant dogs were running in the vicinity. Finally satisfied, she put on a low-cut yellow dress that came down about mid-thigh. “Gotta show off the goods,” she laughed. Straight women *think* they’re straight, she chuckled, but the difference between a straight woman and a bisexual woman who was susceptible to seduction was … about three to five drinks! She put a 40 watt bulb in the overhead light, ensuring the evening lighting would be dim and intimate, and then slid a large, purple vibrator between the couch cushions. “For later,” she whispered, blowing it a kiss. Finally satisfied, she locked the apartment door behind her and made her way towards the nearby hotel. * * * * * * Entering the dimly lit room, she smiled. Hotel bars were the perfect places for seducing straight women! Women who would never be caught dead in an average bar would go to a hotel bar; the upscale décor and lack of crowds – especially sex-starved males – provided a perfect place to drown ones;’ sorrows in peace. “Too bad it won’t save them from a sex-starved lesbian,” Erykah chuckled. The big black woman had been preying on straight women for years and had perfected her technique. First, she’d locate some poor straight girl who had recently been dumped and was emotionally vulnerable. They’d be easy to locate, usually sobbing into their pina coladas, at the bar or slouched in a booth, in the back. These types, especially, eschewed the average pub – the last thing they’re wanting was attention from more lecherous, untrustworthy men! Once Erykah had her mark, she’d move in for the kill, using the prey’s obvious misery as an excuse to approach. Then she’d chat, commiserate, and sit close … all the while making certain her mark’s alcohol level continued to rise. A casual brush here … a suggestive glance there … playing off the prey’s insecurity and sexual frustrations … At a key point, a suggestion to go back to her place would seal the mark’s fate. She grinned as she scanned the room. “Men must be getting piggier by the hour,” she thought, noting the multitudes of women that appeared to be in sitting around either in tears, suppressing tears, or beyond tears. “A nice looking red-head at the bar,” she noted. “A definite possibility! A cute brunette, in the booth to the back ...” All in all, she counted five possible victims. “Decisions, decisions!” she whispered, feeling the delicious wetness grow down below. Then she saw her! At the far end of the bar sat a very young blonde. She looked maybe 20 years old and was nursing a shot glass of whiskey. Two empty shot glasses stood nearby. “Tsk!” Erykah thought, “Pretty young things like you don’t drink whiskey!” Unless they felt their world had just collapsed and they wanted to go numb as quickly as possible. “She’s not in any condition to show good judgment,” Erykah silently scolded, grinning with hunger. The confident black woman began walking towards her grieving mark, planning her next moves. The girl was absolutely beautiful! Erykah licked her lips in anticipation. That gorgeous, pale face … slender waist … long, beautiful, blonde hair, tied up in twin ponytails that made the girl look at least five years younger … And a pair of tits big enough to use as flotation devices in the event of a water landing! For the whole damned cabin crew! “Oh yeah, baby,” Erykah breathed softly, drawing closer, “before this night is over, I’m going to be using your ponytails as handles, looking down at your pretty little blonde head, bobbing up and down between my sleek ebony thighs!” Erykah slid onto the stool to the distressed girl’s left. “Hey,” she murmured, trying to feign concern, “you OK?” The beautiful blonde looked up. Her pretty blue eyes were red from crying, but she plastered a big smile on her face. “Oh yeah,” she said with a tremulous voice. “I’m … I’m fine!” Her voice cracked slightly on the last word. She met the black woman’s questioning gaze for about four seconds before bursting into tears. Erykah wrapped the sobbing white girl in a warm embrace, secretly reveling in the feel of the girl’s pretty, pale face against her own swelling bosom. “No,” the beautiful blonde sobbed. “I’m not OK. It’s Brad … he’s such a … a … a *dick*!” Erykah held the white girl close, rocking her gently. “There, there,” she soothed. “You tell me all about it, honey!” She signaled the bartender for another round of drinks. “Margaritas,” she ordered. “A pretty girl like you don’t need no nasty whiskey!” The beautiful blonde smiled her thanks through tear-filled eyes. “And a pretty white girl like you don’t need to realize how much she been drinking,” Erykah thought. “Nice, mild, sweet drinks go down so much smoother!” Get you so much drunker! The aroused black woman smiled and settled back, occasionally sipping at her own drink as she let the pretty blonde ramble on and on, cathartically venting her man-problems as Erykah subtly plied her with drink after drink. After almost two hours, the thoroughly inebriated white girl stopped and sighed. “I feel so much better, since you stopped by,” she slurred, looking at Erykah with wide, adoring blue eyes. Trusting eyes. “But … but I’ve been sitting here talking an’ talking an’ … an’ you’ve been sitting there listening an’ listening … I don’t even know your name!” The big black woman smiled. “Erykah,” she said, softly, hopefully seductively. “I’m Erykah.” The blonde girl smiled and hugged her new friend closely. “I’m Tiffany!” she hiccuped. “Tiffany,” Erykah repeated, rolling the name in her mouth. “It’s nice to know the name of the little bimbo who’ll be going down on me, later tonight,” she thought. “Speaking of which, it was probably about time …” “This place is OK, but why don’t we go back to my place,” Erykah suggested. “Then we can drink for free, for as long as we want!” The blonde’s face lit up. “Great idea!” she said loudly, staggering to her feet. Erykah quickly slid a strong arm around the girl’s slender waist and they staggered back to Erykah’s apartment. * * * * * * * Satan and Mr Winkle greeted the two at the door, wagging their tails enthusiastically as the two women stumbled inside. Erykah sat her drunk new friend in the chair while she sat on the nearby couch. “He’s a fucking prick!” Tiffany proclaimed loudly. She had been railing against her ex – who evidently had dumped her earlier that evening – all the way to Erykah’s apartment. “He’s an idiot!” the black woman agreed, stroking the blonde’s long, soft hair before going off to make another drink. “You are *such* an attractive girl” The white girl blushed and smiled. “You are so nice,” she slurred. “I feel so good when I’m with you!” Erykah walked over and gave her a peck on the cheek. “You sweet thing!” she said. “Jerk like that doesn’t deserve a fine girl like you!” “I tried so hard!” Tiffany sobbed, burying her pretty face against the older woman’s shoulder. “I did everything he wanted me to! Even the … perverted … things! Wasn’t I good enough? Did I do it wrong?” It had been tedious listening to the young girl’s complaining for so long, but the black woman’s ears perked up. The conversation had turned to sex! This was the segue she had been looking for! “I’m sure you were fine,” Erykah reassured her, hugging her closer. “If you were inexperienced, that was no reason to hold it against you!” The beautiful white girl sobbed loudly. “Once …” she hiccupped. “Once, he asked me to go to the bathroom on him!” Erykah pretended to look shocked. “No!” she gasped. “Yes!” Tiffany assured her. “So … did you?” the black woman probed. “Did you do as he asked?” Tiffany shook her head, blushing, drunkenly. “No,” she whispered. “I … I couldn’t. He got so mad! He threw me down and he … he … he peed on *me*!” “You poor girl!” the black woman sympathized, noticing the flush of arousal that had spread across the pretty white girl’s cheeks, as she spoke. “I’ll bet you liked it, too!” Erykah thought, licking her lips. Was the gorgeous blonde a submissive? “He made me do all sorts of things,” Tiffany whispered. “He seemed to like the way I performed oral sex. He was always making me suck him off.” The pale beauty looked at Erykah earnestly. “I was pretty good!” she asserted. “I spent a lot of time on my knees and I always made him cum.” Erykah nodded, smiling gently. “He sounds like an ingrate!” the black woman soothed. “You work so hard to please and he doesn’t even show appreciation?!?” Tiffany nodded, giving a small smile of appreciation as she accepted yet another Tequila Sunrise, which the black woman pressed into her hands. “You are so understanding!” she marveled, flushing as the older woman gave her another gentle peck on the cheek. Erykah regarded her tenderly. “I would never let go of a girl like you,” she murmured. “A beautiful girl who focuses on my pleasure … I’d keep her forever an’ ever!” The blonde girl looked at adoringly. “Exactly!” she slurred. “Why do men have to be so stupid? Why can’t men be more like women?” The older woman nodded, giving the drunken white girl another small kiss on the cheek. This one lingered a second or two longer. “Men are pigs,” Erykah spat. “Not because they use women, but because they discard women afterwards.” She eyed the unsteady white girl, with calculating eye. “Another woman would never treat a girl like that!” “Damn right!” Tiffany agreed. She paused, obviously trying to belatedly process what Erykah had said. “Wait … what? Another woman …?” “A woman knows how to treat a girl,” Erykah whispered seductively, brushing her thick, moist lips up along the white girl’s jawline and feeling the blonde tremble in response. The black woman pressed a light, quick kiss onto the dazed white girl’s lips … over almost before it started. Tiffany blinked, stupidly, trying to process what was happening. “Have you ever been with a woman before?” Erykah prodded, still holding the girl tightly. The confused blonde blushed prettily. “What?” she slurred. “A a … woman …? No. I mean, I … I never really thought about ….” Her voice trailed off, but Erykah noted how the white girl’s breath had quickened. “But you’d like to,” Erykah murmured, pressing closer. “Wouldn’t you? You’d like to be with a woman … to be submissive and please her, wouldn’t you!” The white girl’s blue eyes wandered towards the ceiling, in a drunken stupor, as she pondered the question. “What?,” she blushed, “Me? With a woman? I … no, I … “ Tiffany looked drunkenly into Erykah’s deep, dark eyes. For the first time that evening, realization started to seep through her booze-addled mind. “You mean …?” she whispered, standing unsteadily. “You? Me?” Erykah leaned in and kissed her again, slowly this time. The drunken young girl stiffened, but didn’t resist. “Maybe just once?” the older woman murmured, “Just to see what it’s like?” Tiffany’s pale cheeks were deeply flushed with arousal. “A woman?” she mumbled. “I … I’ve never been with a woman before. Never even thought of being with a woman before.” The slender white girl trembled under the slow, stroking hand of the older woman. “Would you like to?” the black woman purred. “Would you like to be with a woman … at least once?” She stroked one of the girl’s big boobs with her fingertips. “Just to see what it’s like?” “Maybe … just … once,” Tiffany panted, slowly looking up at Erykah with wide, lust-clouded blue eyes. “Just … to see … what it’s like.” Erykah smiled and took the half-finished drink from the inebriated white girl’s hand. “Stand up, baby,” she murmured. Tiffany was too drunk to stand on her own, but with Erykah’s help, managed to get unsteadily to her feet. The stupefied blonde swayed dangerously and Erykah put her arms around the unsteady blonde, pulling her close. “Careful,” the black woman murmured softly, pressing her lips close to the inebriated white woman’s ear. “Don’t want you to fall over!” She held Tiffany tightly for several minutes, inhaling the fragrance of the young girl’s blonde hair. “What … what are you going to do to me?” the hopelessly aroused white girl whispered. Erykah smiled. “The little bitch is mine, now!” she thought, triumphantly. Now she could play with the little slut all night long! The big black woman looked at Tiffany, quietly, allowing a look of desire to cross her features. “Would you like me to have sex with you, now?” she murmured. Tiffany’s bright, blue eyes widened. Her mouth worked, but no sound came out. The big black woman pulled the white girl closer. “You really are a beautiful little girl,” Erykah whispered. “Your boyfriend must have been a fool to let go of a hot little girl like you!” Tiffany closed her eyes, appreciation and embarrassment apparent, her face flushing as she smiled, mildly bewildered. “No,” Erykah insisted, pulling Tiffany into an even tighter embrace. “I mean it. You are so … damned … beautiful!” With each word, the big black woman drew the dazed white girl’s face closer to her own. “So… very … beautiful!” Erykah whispered, bringing her face so close that her thick, sensual lips brushed lightly against the blonde’s full, pouty mouth. She felt the white girl trembling violently in her arms. “Have you ever … been kissed … by another woman?” Erykah asked, in a voice barely louder than her breathing. The young blonde’s face was flushed, but not solely from embarrassment. She gave a barely perceptible shake of her head. “No,” the white girl whispered, almost paralyzed with shock and … something else. “Well … just by … you … a few moments ago.” “A girl as hot as you,” Erykah purred, running one hand up to brace the back of the blonde’s head, “I’ll bet you like it.” Without waiting for assent, Erykah pressed the drunken white girl close in a passionate, full, open-mouthed kiss. The white girl’s body tensed and she started to struggle, but quickly collapsed into Erykah’s arms as the black woman’s tongue slid into the younger girl’s mouth. Tiffany gave a soft, muffled moan and gave herself to the older woman’s kiss. “Oh, you’re *mine*, now, baby!” Erykah thought, gleefully. Still pressing the blonde’s lips against hers, using one hand to press against the back of the blonde’s head and immobilize her, the black woman dropped her other hand to begin stroking the white girl’s curvaceous, toned body. Without breaking their kiss, Erykah ran one hand up under the back of white girl’s T-shirt, until she felt her bra clasp. “Five hooks,” Erykah thought, running her hand expertly over the clasp. “Not surprising with all of the titflesh this gorgeous bitch is lugging around – she’d *have* to have an industrial-strength bra!” Slowly, carefully, she unhooked each clasp, finally feeling the blonde’s heavy breasts push out, swaying free from their lacy, elastic prison. The black woman’s hand slowly made it’s way to the white girl’s heaving chest, fingertips stroking lightly across the girl’s pale skin as she moved. Erykah gently grasped the girl’s bra, between the mammoth cups, and pulled it free. Tiffany’s brassiere, freed from the blonde’s large, sagging melons, dropped from under the young girl’s T-shirt to land on the floor. The big black woman carefully brought both hands into play, fondling and caressing the white girl’s bared bosom. Tiffany didn’t need to be held in place, by now, lost in returning the black woman’s passionate kiss. Erykah grabbed the bottom hem of Tiffany’s T-shirt and pulled it over the girl’s head in one, fluid, practiced motion – breaking their kiss just long enough to remove the shirt before moving in to reclaim the drunken girl’s mouth. Now nude from the waist up, the white girl’s big, pale breasts were completely accessible to her dark seductress. Using her greater weight as leverage, Erykah pushed the blonde onto her back, on the couch and fell on top of her. In moments, they were both nude. The dominant black woman broke their kiss, unexpectedly, leaving the dazed white girl with her head thrown back, mouth open, and tongue partially extended. “Wha?” the blonde mumbled, in drunken confusion. Erykah quickly slid down to wrap her lips around those big, round, white prizes. “Ohhhh!” Tiffany moaned, closing her eyes and sinking back into the couch as the black lesbian’s thick lips wrapped around one large, pink nipple. Erykah slid her hand down to deftly unbutton the supine blonde’s jeans. Her questing hand then slid victoriously into the girl’s pants and under the elastic of her panties. Tiffany gasped, her blue eyes shooting open as Erykah’s questing hand cupped the white girl’s sex. The girl’s juicy pussy felt as if it had melted and the big black woman lost no time sinking her fingers into those liquid depths. “Ahhhh!” Tiffany sighed, arching her body to meet the big woman’s penetrating fingers. The two dogs watched, hypnotized, from several feet away. “Voyeuristic perverts!” Erykah laughed to herself, turning her attention away from the rapt hounds and back to prey. “It’s time to get started,” she whispered, standing and pulling the dazed white girl up with her. Erykah smiled at Tiffany as she placed her big hands on the trembling white girl’s shoulders. Gently, she pushed down. The blonde’s eyes slowly widened in realization and she gradually dropped to her knees, in front of the big black woman. The panting lesbian held the blonde’s head firmly, with one hand, forcing the white girl’s gaze towards her dark, hairy muff. “Take a good look, Tiffany,” Erykah purred. “This is your new best friend and you’re about to get *really* well acquainted.” She stepped over the kneeling white girl, draping a thick, dark leg over each of her shoulders, pressing the girl’s pretty, pale face deep into her dark, pungent pussy. “Do me, baby,” Erykah panted. “This is what you wanted, isn’t it? This is why you’re here!” The trapped blonde shuddered, but Erykah soon felt the flutter of a hot, moist tongue as it slowly lapped at her thick, swollen pussy lips. “Ahhhh!” Erykah sighed. “This was it! Another straight white girl … hers for the night!” She stood over the kneeling blonde for several minutes, enjoying the young girl’s subjugation. But Erykah’s pussy drooled for more. “Come here, Blondie,” she said, flopping herself down on the couch and pulling Tiffany over to her by a fistful of blonde hair. Erykah sat her big ass on the edge of the sofa and pushed the kneeling blonde’s head down between her legs. Obediently, Tiffany went back to licking her dominator’s dark, wet pussy. Erykah was in heaven. She loved the feeling of this young girl going down on her. But even more than that, she loved the sight of this beautiful, pale blonde … on her knees, with her pretty pale face pressed hungrily into the older woman’s dark, hungry pussy. The black woman settled back on the couch, sighing as she spread her legs wider, to allow her seduced prey better access. She glanced over at the dogs. The little Pekinese continued to stare, entranced where he was, but the sight of the young blonde’s curvaceous white ass, bobbing in the air, proved to be too much of a curiosity for the big black Doberman to resist. He trotted over and stuck his cold, wet nose between the young girl’s pale ass cheeks. Tiffany stiffened in shock and tried to turn around to fend off the unwanted attention. Not wanting to be deprived for even a second, Erykah grabbed the blonde’s head and forced it back between her legs. “Oh no you don’t!” she told the entrapped white girl, before turning to scold her dog “Shoo, Satan! Bad dog!” But the big dog didn’t shoo. He nuzzled his nose deeper between the squirming white girl’s ass cheeks and started snuffling loudly. Tiffany squirmed more energetically and Erykah could hear the indignant blonde’s protests, muffled between the black woman’s thick, meaty thighs. “Go ‘way, dog!” the black woman commanded, pointing imperiously with one hand while keeping the other on the squirming blonde’s head. “Go!” But Satan had nuzzled his way down to discover the inebriated blonde’s fragrant wet pussy. Obviously liking what he’d found, he began lapping. The effect was electric! The kneeling white woman stiffened and her entire body tensed. She gave a loud, startled exclamation, that was all but lost in Erykah’s smothering crotch. Tiffany stopped struggling, freezing in place. Unfortunately, her tongue froze, too. The frustrated older woman cuffed the blonde in the head. “Did I tell you that you could stop?!?” she demanded. Sighing in pleasure, she felt the white girl’s tongue go back into action on her pussy. She watched in fascination as her big dog continued to lap the helpless white girl’s cunt. Satan’s tongue was long and wide and fast, obviously reaching places Tiffany had never had reached before. The young girl’s body was almost vibrating, in response, as the big dog chowed down on nether region, from behind. Erykah watched in lusty amazement, holding the blonde’s head and pressing it down into her own insatiable pussy. “You like that, don’t you, you horny, little white bitch!” she accused with a shocked laugh. “You like having Satan go down on your nasty little blonde slit!” The over-stimulated white girl gave no answer, other than to redouble the efforts of her own tongue. The black woman chuckled. Dog’s were just animals; Satan probably had no idea what effect he was having on this white human female. He was just reacting to an interesting, strange smell and taste. Erykah decided to sit back and enjoy this sick, perverted show for as long as it lasted. Satan licked the helpless white girl’s pussy for several minutes, lashing her with his long, versatile tongue. The blonde quivered, non-stop, moaning as she continued to service the dog’s mistress, in similar fashion. Erykah laughed, enjoying the white girl’s perverted humiliation. “It’s bad enough getting seduced by a dominant black lez,” Erykah chuckled out loud, “but getting off from a dog licking your pussy?!? You sick little slut!” Grinning maliciously, Erykah pulled the blonde’s head from her crotch, using a handful of hair. The big black woman shifted locations, shifting her big black ass from the couch to the floor. Maintaining her grip, one hand grasping each of the blonde’s ponytails, she firmly pulled the drunken white girl’s face back down between her ebony thighs. “There we go,” Erykah sighed happily, feeling the subjugated white girl’s tongue resume its lapping. “That’s better!” Now lying on the floor, she looked over at the big black dog, who paused to regard his mistress. “Face-down, ass-up – you’ll be able to *really* get that big old tongue up there now, eh, boy?” She laughed as she saw her big Doberman again bury its head in the squealing blonde’s exposed snatch. The white girl’s body began to thrum with perverse pleasure and she spread her legs wide for her canine cunnilinguist. The big dog slavered over the helpless white girl’s pussy for several minutes. Erykah was certain that the drunken slut climaxed at least twice, during that time. After a long while, the big Doberman stepped back, as if to inspect his handiwork. “Yeah,” Erykah panted, feeling her own pleasure mounting. “You pretty pleased wid yoself, ain’t you, boy!” The big black woman sucked in her breath. There, dangling between the big dog’s hind legs, was an unexpectedly long length of bright pink dog-cock, visible in stark contrast to the surrounding black fur. The black woman stared at her aroused pet, speechless. “Damn, boy!” she muttered. “I guess maybe you *did* know what you was getting into!” Satan looked at Erykah expectantly, his sizable dog-cock visibly throbbing. The black woman’s mouth had gone dry as she felt her own desires twist in an unexpectedly perverted direction. She was so excited that she could barely breathe. She looked at the beautiful blonde, kneeling on the floor with her white ass thrust up in the air and her pale face buried between Erykah’s dark thighs. She looked at the panting black Doberman, his long, thick cock throbbing with need. “Do it, boy!” Erykah whispered, nodding. “Do it! I’ll share!” Almost as if he’d been waiting for the signal, the big black dog mounted the prone white girl. Coming up behind her up-thrust, plump, white rump, the big dog flopped himself over Tiffany, rearing back onto his hind legs and wrapping his dark, muscular front paws around her slender, white waist. Once in position, he began hammering his pelvis against the young girl’s ass, seeking entry. The effect on the kneeling blonde was immediate and furious. The black woman felt Tiffany wail into her crotch, and the white girl began struggling furiously to escape. Even in her drunken stupor, Tiffany must have realized what was happening. “Noooooo!” came the muffled scream. “What are you doing? Get off!” Heart hammering like a trip-hammer, Erykah wrapped her strong, thick legs around the young girl’s head and crossed them over the girl’s pale upper-back, effectively pinning the white girl's face in her crotch. “Please, no!” Tiffany was screaming. But with the black woman’s thick thighs clasped over the blonde’s head, few of her words were intelligible. Satan, meanwhile, found his sweet spot and, with a mighty thrust, drove home. The white girl screamed and thrashed wildly as the massive dog-cock entered her. But between the grip of the big black woman’s strong legs around the blonde’s head and the grip of the big black dog’s paws around her slender waist, Tiffany was helpless. Satan wasted no time on foreplay or niceties: He jammed his thick length of dog-meat as deeply as he could into the beautiful pale human bitch bent over before him. Once in, he began hammering into her, his pelvis going back and forth almost too fast to see. Erykah had never felt as turned on in her whole life as she felt right now, lying back and forcing this drunken white girl to lick her pussy while she watched the poor bitch getting fucked by her horny black dog. The aroused lesbian pulled Tiffany’s head up, to see what effect the unnatural animal-fucking was having on the young girl. The pretty blonde’s dull blue eyes were open, but unfocussed, staring glassily into the distance. Her pale face was flushed a deep red, made shiny by a thick coating of pussy juice that gleamed in the dim light. The white girl’s pouty pink lips were stretched into a wide “O,” and she drooled uncontrollably. Her big white tits flopped with each thrust of her canine rapist. Seeing such an expression of wanton sexual subjugation on the dazed white girl’s face, caused by such a perverse forced -coupling with an animal, proved too much. The big black woman climaxed. Hard. Pushed over the edge, Erykah slammed the insensate blonde’s head back into her own now-spasming pussy and rubbed herself furiously against the helpless blonde’s face, relishing the waves of ecstasy that rushed through her. Her ankles wrapped around each other as her thick, ebony legs squeezed together tightly, crushing the poor blonde’s head in their muscular grip as the black woman’s body was wracked with pleasure. Feverishly fucking the near-unconscious white girl’s face, Erykah looked up over Tiffany’s gorgeous, up-thrust ass to lock eyes with her dog, as he fucked the blonde beauty from behind. She could swear she saw Satan smiling. Erykah’s climax, which had been already been strong, burst through to an even higher level. The climaxing black woman let out a howl of pure pleasure. She shuddered, her body now rigid and completely immobilized by the power of her orgasm, as she helplessly watched the big dog continue to fuck the now-orgasming white girl. Erykah has never had an orgasm which had been so powerful or had lasted so long. When it did finally subside, she released the drooling white girl’s head from her viselike thighs and rolled over on her side, gasping for air. Her climax had been so intense, it had almost scared her. Her heart was still pounding as if it were about to burst. Slowly she rolled over to see the progress of the perverse coupling that was still in session. Satan was still behind Tiffany’s up-thrust white ass, plowing her from behind. He showed no signs of tiring and seemed as enthusiastic as when he had first taken her. The beautiful blonde seemed almost unconscious, her watery blue eyes were open and staring, unseeing, at the far wall. Her mouth was open and a puddle of drool slowly soaked into the carpet. Mr Winkle watched intently, his own little doggie pecker rigidly extended. “Aw,” Erykah cooed, scooping up her little Pekinese. “Are you feeling left out, Mr Winkle?” The little black Pekinese whined and thrust its pelvis, trying to hump Erykah’s arm. “Little mutt must be swinging over five inches!” Erykah marveled. Probably almost half what Satan had, although the little Pekinese was less than a quarter of the Doberman’s size! Erykah had a sudden sick inspiration. Smiling maliciously, the black woman walked over and pulled Tiffany’s head upright, by her ponytails. Propping the blonde’s chin on the carpet, she placed the squirming, eager Mr Winkle right over the pretty blonde’s face. The horny black Pekinese immediately clasped the blonde’s head with his front paws and grasped her pale lower jaw with his dark hind legs, wrapping himself tightly over her pretty, pale face. Within seconds, his little doggie cock had found the dazed white girl’s mouth and had thrust between her slack lips. The little black dog immediately began furiously humping the semi-prone white girl’s face. Erykah moaned with arousal. “Oh *fuck*, that’s hot!’ she murmured, fondling herself as she watched the two black dogs fuck the dazed white girl. Erykah fetched the vibrator from the couch cushions and sat heavily, buzzing her swollen clit as she watched her two pets continue to double-team the prostrate blonde bitch. The big Doberman began thrusting savagely, desperately plunging into the helpless blonde. Tiffany cried out as Satan finally succeeded in seating his knot, her scream cut off as Mr Winkle seated his. The big Doberman stiffened and trembled, slamming his full length into the helpless blonde. “He’s cumming,” Erykah murmured, pressing the vibrator hard against her clit. “Satan is filling Tiffany’s tight little blonde slit with dog cum, right in front of me!” The black woman could feel another orgasm building. The big Doberman had hilted the quivering blonde, driving his shaft deep inside her as he filled her womb with his animal seed. The white girl’s moans became garbled. She choked and cried out as the horny little Pekinese that was clamped over her face, trembled and sprayed dog cum down her throat. Erykah climaxed again. The two dogs slowed and finally collapsed on top of their dazed human fuck-toy. It would be quite a while before their swollen knots shrunk enough for them to pull their turgid cocks out of the semi-conscious blonde. Unable to extricate themselves, as yet, they rested and allowed themselves to drowse, tethered for the time being by the overwhelmed girl’s pussy and mouth. * * * * * * Tiffany came to slowly, her head pounding with the mother of all hangovers. Her mouth tasted terrible, like it had been coated with a foul paste. And for some reason, her pussy was extremely sore and ached terribly. She looked around to find herself lying on the cold tiled floor of a kitchen. But … this wasn’t her kitchen! Shivering, she also realized she was nude. “What the hell is going on?!?” she whispered, alarmed. Sitting up, she bumped against some nearby bowls, filled with dry dog food. On one bowl was written: “Satan.” On the other: “Mr Winkle.” The previous evening’s events rushed back to her and she gagged, clenching her eyes shut in revulsion. That horrid black woman … she had turned out to be a lesbian! She’d … she’d taken Tiffany back to her apartment and forced her to … to … ! Tiffany couldn’t bear to think about it. “That must be where I am now!” she realized. "I was so drunk ... !" She tried to stand, but was jerked back onto the floor, landing on her curvaceous white butt. Turning, she discovered the reason. She had been chained to the handle of the kitchen cabinet under the sink! A length of chain was looped and padlocked around the handle and ran back to a heavy, studded leather collar, fastened about her neck. Her trembling fingers found a second padlock, smaller, but no less menacing, preventing removal. A cheery voice made her spin her head around, sending jabs of pain through her brain. She was also very hung-over! ‘Ah! Finally up, I see!” It was her! The predatory lesbian who had molested her and let her dogs … her dogs … ! Tiffany didn’t want to remember, although the details were slowly coming back, unbidden. It took the aching white girl a while to place the woman’s name. “Erica!” she spat. “You can’t keep me like this! You can’t force me to have sex with you!” The big black woman looked shocked, and then laughed unpleasantly. “Sex?” she scoffed. “With you? Girl, please! Strangely, Tiffany felt an unexpected stab of rejection. Erica had seduced her last night … and was interested enough to keep her prisoner, this morning! What had changed that the black woman no longer found her desirable? The older woman chuckled, wrinkling her nose in disgust. “You been fucked by *dogs*!” she told Tiffany. “I don’t want your nasty dog-fucked mouth or pussy anywhere near mine!” Tiffany’s entire pale body flushed with shame. “If you don’t plan to have sex with me,” she whispered, “then why are you keeping me prisoner?” The big black woman smiled. It was not a warm smile. Then she pointed to the doorway to the dining room. There, sitting expectantly, with there tongues lolling out, where the big black Doberman and the little black Pekinese. “I don’t want sex with you,” the black woman chuckled. “But they sure do!” Tiffany went pale and felt suddenly lightheaded. “You can’t mean,” the white girl gasped, horrified realization slowly dawning, “You can’t mean that you’re going to let …” The big black woman nodded amiably. “I’m keeping you as my third pet,” she told the shaken white girl, setting a bowl of dog food down near her, “but you now the official bitch of Satan and Mr Winkle. They gonna provide ‘stud service’ on yo pretty white ass. An’ I’m gonna get off watchin’!” The shaken blonde girl looked down at the food bowl Erica had set in front of her. It read “Tiffany.” “You they bitch, now,” the black woman whispered. As the little black Pekinese watched her, she saw his thick doggie cock start to grow, easing out of its sheath. The white girl sobbed and bit her tongue, knowing that if she let herself scream, she may never stop.