Hermie the Lust Bug: Fully Loaded, Part 6

by wetfly6969 (wetfly6969@aol.com)

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"OH GOD!"  Lynn exclaimed feeling the dog jabbing into her like
an Arab sewing machine.

"Feels good, don't it?" Larry said with a smile.  "Ain't no man
able to fuck a bitch like that, I promise you that."

"Something's happening..." she grunted feeling the blunt object
repeatedly bumping against her labia.  "What is that?"

"Just relax and it will all be over with real quick.  Just keep
still and relax," Larry suggested zooming the camera on their
coupling.

The rounded object slowly began slipping inside, adding more
watery slime into her overfilled vagina.  Suddenly she felt a
sharp pain as the baseball-size bulb fully entered her, causing
her to yelp and try to move away.  The dog continued thrusting
his hind legs, scratching at her back.  She whimpered as it grew
larger.

"Damn it that hurts!" she cried out, trying to squirm out from
under the dog.

"Keep still, bitch, you might hurt him and he'll probably bite
you."

"What...what is it?  What did you put inside of me?"

"It's his knot and you'll be that way for about twenty minutes or
so.  Just relax and go with it."

"GO WITH IT!? She grunted, shifting her hips to reduce the
pressure.  "Are you kidding me?  Take the damn thing out of me
right now!"

Larry chuckled, panning the camera along her sweaty body,
focusing on her swaying breasts for several seconds.  "Like I
said, he's knotted to you and there ain't nothing I can do `bout
it so you best be gettin' used to it."

She sighed feeling the very hot liquid filling her vaginal
cavity.  This can't be happening!

***

Cal lay on the cold cement watching through the legs of the men
gathered around the small car fucking his daughters.  He couldn't
see Renee in trunk, but with the scores of men gathered around
the opening he knew she was getting royally fucked.  Nicole was
different.  He could see between the spread legs of someone
standing just in front of him right into the car and the ass of
the man on top of her brutally bouncing up and down like a bobbin
on a windy lake.

He wasn't sure how long he had been there as his mind was still
cloudy.  Noticing he pants bunched around his shoes; he struggled
to pull them up.  For some reason his cock was still hard and wet
with Nicole's juices.  He hoped it was hers but with all the guys
that have fucked her so far, it probably wasn't only hers.

The loud grunt turned his attention to the car as the man whose
ass he had been watching slowly backed out and someone else took
his place on top of her.  Shaking he head, he struggled to stand,
feeling light headed as he buttoned his pants.  Holding the
walls, he made his way into the house, passing the kitchen on the
way to his bedroom.  He needed to lie down.

***

As the dog pulled away she felt a huge gush of watery slime
pouring from her extended hole, soaking her inner thighs and the
ground below her.  She fell forward, landing against the wire
with a grunt.  She was exhausted and struggled to turn her head
as she heard the cage door opening.  Larry was taking the dog out
and she sighed a breath of relief until she saw him ushering one
of the guard dogs in.

"Get your ass up, bitch," Larry barked.  "You ain't done yet!"

"Please, no more.  I can't do that again."

"Don't be such a pussy; you've only done one so far.  You still
have eight more to do."

"WHAT?" she cried out.  "What are you talking about?  I'm *NOT*
doing that again!"

"You will.  I told you, I'm a breeder.  I got studs and bitches
and you're gunna keep my boys satisfied `til one of them gets a
job.  Now like I said, get your ass up!"

She could feel the dog sniffing around her butt, occasionally
taking a lick at the cooling wetness still dripping from her. 
She closed her eyes, turning her head away from the cruel man. 
She won't do that again.

The rod hardly reached her in the center of the cage, but as it
touched her hip, she jumped, causing the dog to growl and bark at
her.  A second jolt against her ribs elicited the same response.
"Please, don't make me do that again.  I'm begging you!"

"Get your ass up or there's more of this!" he said clanging the
rod between the slats.

Slowly she pulled herself onto her hands and knees, dropping her
chest to the metal bar, leaving her ass in the air.  She could
see the reddish-purple cock already extended from his sheath and
dripping a watery pre-cum like a leaking faucet.

"Go on, boy, mount your bitch," she heard the man saying as she
closed her eyes.  Seconds later, the dog's front paws scratched
at her back, slipping to the sides as he stabbed at her with his
pointed stick.  "Help him find your hole, bitch!" Larry snapped
turning the camera back on.

Tears rolled down her face as she felt the smooth, slick prick
enter her, going deeply inside.  Larry aiming the camera back to
her face.  "Smile," he goaded laughing at her contorted
expression.

***

The crowds were still filling the double-car garage as Cal made
his way though the kitchen.  It was already after noon and was
burning hot.  He could see the guys still fucking his daughters
in the same places he had left them a few hours earlier and he
still knew nothing about his wife.  She has been missing for over
14 hours and not a word about her or from her.  Even if she was
pissed at him and not wanting to talk to him, she wouldn't leave
the girls like this.  Something's wrong.

Grabbing his keys, he made his way outside to his truck only to
find it missing.  "SHIT!" he muttered returning inside to call
the police to report it stolen.  He figured that Deon and James
would probably be the officers to respond, but at least they
can't make him take the blame for this.  Or could they?

"Your truck has been towed," the lady on the other line informed
him.

"WHAT? Towed?  Why?"

"It was left abandoned in the middle of the street so the
officers called in a tow truck."

"Shit!"  How do I get it back?"

"I can give you the name of the company that towed it and you can
call them for directions.  How you get there is your problem,"
she added.

"Alright, where was it towed?"

"A towing company called Larry's Salvage Yard on King Highway. 
You'll need to look the number up," she added before
disconnecting the call.

"Great.  Just what I needed!" he screamed, slamming the phone
down, reaching for the phone book.  He'll need to call a cab and
then the towing company.

***

When Larry left, driving away in his over-sized tow truck, she
felt she had a chance to get away.  Unfortunately she was stuck
to a dog, their butts smashed to each other as they looked in
opposite directions.  It hurt too much to move and anytime she
tried, the dog growled.  Her knees were killing her as kneeling
on the wired floor cut into her caps, making it extremely
uncomfortable.  She felt the dog tugging, trying to break free as
the large knot pulled at her insides.

Six dogs had been put in the cage with her, one after another for
what seemed like hours.  Her pussy hurt, her guts were churning
and she wasn't sure how much longer she'd be able to stand being
on her knees.  As it popped free, sending her forward onto her
stomach and a deluge of dog sperm from her burning hole, she
cried out in pain.  The dog began barking at her, walking in
circles around the small cage before lying next to the door,
licking his shrinking cock.

The scalding hot liquids continued leaking from her for several
minutes and she cringed thinking about what Larry had told her
about giving his dogs' semen enhancing medicine to increase their
sperm count, making them more productive studs.  That only meant
more of their slimy goo was pumped into her already overflowing
vagina.  Seeing the flashing light on the camera she realized
that he left the camera on to record what she did while he was
gone.  Turning away, she began crying.

***

The taxi took longer than expected as he sat idle under the tree
to keep out of the hot sun.  Several cars came and a couple left
as he waited for over half an hour.  Finally the cab pulled into
the front driven by a Hindi driver with a very thick accent. 
Handing the address through the slot, the driver pulled away just
as a van pulled into his driveway.  He watched until they turned
the corner as five large black men filed out from the side door
joining the two men who had been sitting in front.

"My poor girls," he mumbled closing his eyes, resting his head on
the back of the seat.

"Excuse me, sur?" the driver asked watching him through the
mirror.

"Oh, nothing."

It was only about two miles to the tow yard, but the fare was
almost eleven dollars with traffic slowing them down.  Cal
grumbled at the price, handing him twelve dollars before sliding
out, stepping into a muddy puddle.

"Shit!" he yelled, frustrated at how crappie his day has been
going so far.

Walking through the large, rolling chain-link gate, he
immediately heard the dogs barking at a distance.  This got the
attention of the tall black man doing something near the back of
a storage building.  Cal began walking toward him, trying to
avoid all the puddles and careful not to slip on the slick mud. 
The man tossed a blanket over something before stepping out to
meet him.

"Afternoon," the scruffy-looking man called out smiling.  Cal had
seen enough black men to last him a life time, but needed to face
one more.

"I called about my truck."

"Oh, yea, right this way," he said pointing to a fenced in area
of the lot.  "Is that your truck?"

"Yea, that's it, how much do I owe you?"

"Let's go into the office and we'll discuss it."

The incessant barking was nerve racking as he kept looking back
as he walked.  "That's a lot of dogs you have," he noted, seeing
the large rectangle box covered by the old army blanket.  He
thought he heard whimpering, but figured it was just another dog.

"Yea, I'm a breeder too," he said smiling.  "In fact, I'm
breeding one of my bitches right now."

"Really?  What kind of dogs do you breed?"

"Mostly large breeds, fifty pounds or more.  I've got a Mastiff
that's almost seven foot tall on his hind legs."

"Wow, that's a big dog.  I'll bet it hard to find a dog to mate
with him."

"Yea, most of the bitches need to be artificially inseminated
`cause he's just too big for them," he said with a smile.  "Got a
knot on him as big `round as a two liter bottle."

"Damn, must be a huge dog.  So, how much do I owe you?"

"Let's see, with the towing fee, the gate fee, the storage fee,
the impounding fee and taxes, it comes to $224.37.  Let's just
make it an even two twenty-four."

"WHAT!?  Two hundred dollars to tow my truck two miles?"

"Yea, sorry, that's the total.  If you don't wanna pay it, I can
keep it here longer, but there's a twenty-five dollars a day
storage fee."

"That's ridicules!  I've never been screwed over this much
before!"

"Sorry, but that's my fees."

Pulling out his credit card, he charged the amount, noticing the
name.  "Calvin Bennett.  Where have I heard that name before?" he
asked staring the slightly shorter man up and down.

"Perhaps you read about me in the paper.  I'm head coach at
Lincoln High School.  My team went to state playoffs last year."

"Naw, that's not it.  I don't follow high school sports.  But I'm
sure I've heard of you some place.  Oh well, it'll come to me
later.  I just need your signature on the line and I'll go get
your truck."

Huffing, he grabbed the pen from his hand, scribbling out his
signature before slamming the pen on the counter.  "I still think
you're over charging me."

"Sorry, but there's a lot involved in towing.  I'll pull your
truck around to the front.  Just wait here." He said stepping
outside through a back door.  Cal walked to the side of the
building mumbling about how annoying the barking dogs were. 
"Here you go," Larry said opening the truck door.

"How do you stand it?  I mean the barking like that.  Doesn't it
get annoying?"

"They're only acting like that because I gotta bitch in heat. 
Usually they're pretty calm and quiet.

"Are you using that Mastiff?" he asked curious about the dog.

"Not yet, he'll go next."

"Next?  You mean you're mating her with more than one dog?"

"Yep.  To make sure she'll catch."

"How will you know which dog impregnates her?"

"I won't.  It don't matter no way.  She's a mutt I found on the
streets.  I just wanna see what the pups will look like," he
added smiling.

"Well, I guess you know what you're doing," Cal said stepping
into his truck.

"You come again."

"No, I don't think so.  I can't afford your prices," Cal said
pulling out of the yard.

Larry returned to his duties, jerking the blanket from the cage.
"Having fun yet?" he asked noticing the woman was still knotted
with the tan and dark brown blood hound.  She groaned, unable to
move from her position as the dog struggled to get free.  The
knot was shrinking and soon would be finished.

"Please, she hoarsely spoke.  Let me call my husband.  I won't
say anything about what you did to me.  Just let me go, please."

"As much as I'd like to do that, I'm afraid that I can't.  You
see, you still have one more lover to take, and I save the best
for last."

"What do you mean?"

"You ever seen an English Mastiff?  One of the biggest dogs in
the world.  Mine weighs almost 300 pounds and is as strong as an
ox.  When he starts going, he don't stop," he said smiling as her
eyes widened at the thought.  "I gotta buddy of mine, does
breeding too and he's got this Great Dane that looks like a small
horse.  The fuckers got a 13 inch cock on him.  You should see
it!"

"Please, let me call my Calvin to take me home," she grunted as
the knot suddenly slipped out, causing her to lean forward,
taking the air from her lungs.

"Calvin?  Not Calvin Bennett is it?"  Lifting her head, she
struggled to focus on the man staring at her through the cage.

"Yes," she muttered.  "Do you know him?"

"No, not really.  I just heard the name somewhere."

"Please, let me use your phone to call him.  Please."

"I'll tell you what.  You show Mo-Jo a good time and I'll think
about it."

"Huh?  What did you say?"

"Mo-Jo, my Mastiff.  You show him a good time and I'll let you
use my cell phone to make one call.  Deal?"  Swallowing hard she
slowly shook her head.  "Good, now lemme go and get your
boyfriend."

***

Calvin drove around until it was getting late.  Noticing the gas
gauge, he pulled into the gas station near the freeway to fill
up.  For five hours he cruised around the city going in circles
but still couldn't find her.  He even visited all the area
hospitals hoping that she was admitted with no luck.  Calling the
police to check on the status of the case, he was disheartened to
learn that a report was never filed.

As the tank filled, he walked around, the lot, trying to clear
his thoughts.  That's when he noticed the small white car pulled
forward along the side of the building with two guys standing
outside looking in through the window.  Moving closer, he felt
his blood boil when he realized it was the car he had bought for
Nicole and there were two men inside the front seat, one lying on
top of something and the other leaning against the passenger side
door facing the other door.

Walking closer, he could see the front hood was opened and the
car was bouncing up and down rapidly.  "I'm next," one of the men
barked out as he approached.

Looking inside, he saw the flowing red hair between the man's arm
and body as he pumped up and down on top of her.  A quick glance
in the truck revealed his youngest daughter, legs spread wide and
high as a chunky trucker-type bounced up and down on top of her.
Putting his head down, he sighed, walking away.  This can't be
happening!"

***

"OH GOD PLEASE MAKE HIM STOP!" Lynn bawled, her nails scratching
at the concrete beneath the cage, breaking off.  The massive dog
was on all fours and she was still was able to fit under him. 
Larry had her lie on her back and perform oral sex on Mo-Jo until
it was hard and leaking a sticky liquid.  That was something she
wouldn't even do for her husband but after being promised access
to a phone, she agreed, only to regret it shortly afterward as
his hips began flexing, stabbing at her throat.

Having him mount her was awkward and took some maneuvering, but
after several minutes, the dog's thick cock was forcing its way
into her stretched hole.  It wasn't long before the knot, if you
can call it that was knocking at the entrance and she braced
herself for what she knew was coming.  She could not have
expected what she felt.

The huge balloon filled her cavity beyond capacity, feeling as
though it was tearing her tender tissue in half.  Not since child
birth has she felt so opened and enlarged.  Once seeded, the
giant orb continued to grow, filling her gut with an extensive
amount of hot gel, expanding her opening more than ever.  She
cried out, biting her knuckles until she tasted blood.

"PLEASE!  TAKE IT OUT!" she screamed, too hoarse to be more than
a whisper.  "HE'S KILLING ME!"

"This is some good shit!" Larry cajoled, moving the camera closer
to the cage.  I ain't never seen no bitch able to take that knot
before.  Many have tried, but no one never did it.  `Til you," he
added with a grin.

"PLEASE.  I'M BEGGING YOU.  STOP THIS BEFORE I'M PERMANETLY
RUINED!"

"Don't worry, bitch, you're tired old pussy will snap back after
a while."

Steeling herself, she endured the assault, feeling numb below the
waist after a while.  The pain had become a dull ache but she
felt a great deal of pressure.  Slowly it began to subside,
growing smaller by the minute until finally it was small enough
to be pulled out.

"Damn, that's gotta be some kinda record!" Larry said as the
large dog moved away from her. I timed it at sixty-eight minutes
but I'll have to go back and check the video.  Either way, it was
over an hour of just being tied to you.  That's impressive!"

She stared at him with hatred.  She had never felt so humiliated
and degraded in all her life and then to have this bastard
patronize her just made it that much worse.

"Come on, boy," she heard him say as the door lock was giggled. 
"You did good.  I think there will be a little treat in you bowl
later," he added ruffling his hand across the dog's head."  She
couldn't move and only quietly groaned, watching as the man left
with the dog.

`Thank God that's over with', she thought before closing her
eyes.  The jet of cold water shocked her awake as she screamed,
turning onto her back trying to avoid the spray.

"STOP IT!" she shouted a quiet whisper, not able to over power
the sound of the water.  He directed the powerful spray between
her legs and she howled, flipping onto her side, grasping her
groin.  "Please, stop," she begged, her voice cracking.

"You're a fuckin'mess, bitch, I just need to clean you up some."

"The phone.  You said I could use your phone to make a call.  Can
I have it now?"

"Yea, sure, hold on a bit, I'll go get it for you," he said
walking away, whistling.  She couldn't believe how calm he was
about letting her call her husband.  As soon as she's out of this
hell hole, she's going straight to the police and make sure this
bastard pays for what he did to her.

Returning, he slid the older model phone through the bar and
chuckled as she scurried for it as if it were her last meal. 
Holding the power button, she waiting several seconds for it to
turn on.  Several seconds later the screen was still blank.

"It isn't turning on."

"Yea, I know.  It ain't worked in years.  I probably should throw
it way, but I've kinda grown attached to it."

"You bastard!  You knew this phone didn't work and made me... do
that disgusting thing with that overgrown bull?"

"Hey, I didn't make you do shit!  You were all too eager to take
that big cock.  I'm impressed that you could handle him though. 
You should be proud."

"PROUD?  You're a sick bastard and I hate you!"

"That may be true, but you're a dumb cunt and I owe you," he said
unzipping his jeans.

"So now I guess you're going to rape me too?"

"Naw, I wouldn't touch that diseased pussy of your with a
ten-foot pole.  Or my ten-inch one either," he said laughing as
the yellow stream began raining down on her.  Unable to more or
get away, she tolerated the urine until he stopped and then
sneered at him.  "Time to clean you up again," he said turning
the water back on her.

***

Nicole's heavy eyes struggled to stay open as the eight ball
began moving again.  They had been at the truck stop for several
hours and the last man was getting out, zipping his pants.  The
shift rubbed against her leg and she knew what it wanted.  Moving
closer, she slid her pussy over the smooth orb, penetrating
herself several inches as it gorged itself on the slimy mucus.

Looking between the dash and the hood, she noticed a fat, hairy
man still stroking hard on top of Renee, bouncing the car from
this thrusts.  Once the car was sated, she knew to move away and
collapsed onto the driver's seat, lying back as it reclined.

Feeling the car rise, she opened her eyes to see the fat man was
getting out of the trunk, pulling his pants up over his wide ass.
 Moments later Renee crawled out, holding onto her pussy with one
hand to retain as much cum inside as possible while balancing
herself against the car with the other.  The passenger door
opened and she stumbled inside, moving her leaking pussy closer
to the eight ball.

The trunk closed by itself as the juices were extracted from her
little sister and they sat staring at each other for the longest
time.  Nicole put her hand behind Renee's neck pulling her closer
as their lips touched, pressing the softness together.  She felt
her sister's tongue slipping into her mouth, rubbing against her
teeth and gum as she sucked just enough to pull it further
inside.  Both moaned, reaching for the other's breasts.

Breaking the embrace, Nicole leaned her little sister back
against the passenger door before shifting around to suckle her
budding breasts while her fingers probed the hairless slit. 
After kissing and sucking each nipple, she began her trek lower,
wetting the small valley along her stomach to her navel as she
flicked her tongue into the small hole.  Renee gasped, feeling
the tenderness and softness of her sister's touch.  Quite
different than what the men had been doing to her.

Moving lower, Nicole panted, breathing hard into her gaping hole
as she began feasting on the swollen slit, paying attention to
the eraser-sized nub at the top.  Renee wheezed as her sister's
touch sent chills down her spine, making her toes curl.  Reaching
over her stomach, Nicole tweaked the swollen nipples, twisting
them slightly as she continued slurping on the juicy crack.

"DAMN!  Lookie here!" she heard a male voice saying, not breaking
from her mission.

"I'll be damn," another voice spoke as the doors were suddenly
opened.  "You girls lookin' for some company?"

Lifting her head, she smiled.  "Always."

***

Cal noticed the squad car with the lights on stopped at the side
of the road, giving someone a speeding ticket.  Parking behind
them, he slowly approached.

"I need to talk to you!" he shouted, noticing James getting out
from the passenger side.

"Cal, you need to step back.  We're on official police business
and you don't want to be taken in on obstruction charges," Deon
called back, handing the small clip board to the driver to sign.

"Calvin, come away from that car and sit over here," James added,
putting his hand over his revolver.

Stopping at the front of the police car, Cal waited until he had
finished and the car slowly pulled away into traffic.

"Now, what's got your panties in a knot?" Deon asked approaching
him.

"What's the latest on my wife?"

"Nothing new to report."

"You didn't even file a report, did you?  I called the station
and asked if there was any word about Lynn and there isn't
anything on file."

"Yea, I did you a favor so you should be thanking me."

"THANKING YOU?  What are you talking about?"

"Think about it Cal, if I open a case for the disappearance of
your wife, who do you think they will suspect?  *YOU*! 
Especially after it's entered that you admitted she found out
that you are sexually abusing your daughters and she threatened
to go to the police and take the girls to her mother's to get
them away from you.  You *were* the last person to see her alive,
right?"

"ALIVE?  Are you saying she might be, uh, dead?"

"Only you know that for sure, Cal."

"I don't know what you're talking about."

"Everything's falling into place, you know, for you to be the
prime suspect and even if her body isn't discovered, there's
enough evidence to convict you on first degree murder charges. 
You'll get life for that, Cal and who will take care of your
girls?"

He felt sick to his stomach.  Even though he knew that he was
innocent, a jury might not.  "You see this spot, Cal," James
added taping his index and middle fingers to the crease of his
elbow.  "That's where they put the needle."

"What needle?"

"When they execute you.  They stick the needles right there," he
repeated, jabbing his finger into his skin.

"You still want me to make that report, Cal?  Or would you rather
we look for her on our own and you have your freedom to do the
same?"

"I don't know.  I just don't know what to do any more.  I'm sick
from worry and all this shit going on with my girls, I'm about to
have a nervous breakdown!"

"Listen, here's what you do.  Go home, take a couple of sleeping
pills and have a nice, long sleep.  You'll feel much better in
the morning, I promise."

"What about my wife?"

"We'll take care of that.  We're detectives after all, right?"

He stared at the ground, shaking from everything going on.

"If you'd rather, we could go down to the police station and file
that report.  I really don't think you'll like what happens after
that though.  Is there someone who can care for the girls?  A
relative maybe?"

"No, I'll, um, I'll keep trying to find her and I'm sure you're
doing everything you can to help too, right?"

"Of course we are.  Now go home and go to bed.  You're looking
really tired."

"I feel tired."

The partners watched as Calvin meandered back to his truck,
slipping into the cab, putting his head on the steering wheel. 
"How did my life get so fucked up!?"

"You think he'll cause us any trouble?" James asked watching as
the truck pulled onto the road.

"No.  I think he knows better.  We've got him by the balls and he
won't say or do anything unless we tell him to."

"Good, `cause I still haven't had a chance to fuck the younger
sister and I want to dick `er before she gets too loose."

"Don't worry, we'll both have plenty of chances for that," he
said smiling, reaching for the door handle.

***

"You hungry?" Larry asked holding two dog bowls out for her to
see.  She was lying on her side, feeling the bit of the wire on
her hip and shoulder, facing the wall.  Turning, she grumbled
seeing what he had.

"Leave me alone," she groaned.

"Have it your way, but my dogs only get fed twice a day.  If you
don't eat now, you'll have to wait `til the morning.  Come on,
take it.  You need to keep your strength up," he added sliding
the small door up to push the food into the cage with her.

One bowl had water the other some sort of slop resembling beef
stew which had been slightly blended together and it smelled
horrible.  Moving away, she put he head back down.

"You'd better eat before the ants find it.  You don't want ants
in your cage with you, trust me.  They can be pretty nasty at
night."  She remained silent.

"I guess you won't have time to eat anyway," he said pulling the
bowls from the cage.  "Looks like you're first customer's here."
Confused, she turned her head noticing a barefoot
homeless-looking man walking toward them.

She remembered him from last night.  She remembered every one of
them in vibrant details.  He had on the same dirty pants, held up
by rope and an old army-style jacket with a dingy shirt
underneath.  His unkempt hair and beard were filthy and matted
together.  He had a big smile, exposing his yellowed, crooked
teeth.

"You said we could fuck her here, right?" the bum asked holding a
small Dixie cup.

"Yep, sure can.  Five bucks a pop," Larry replied setting the
food on the counter.

"I don't quit got it all, but I was hopin' it would be okay.  I
was out for hours to get this much," he said rattling the small
cup.

"How much you got there?"

"Three eighty-seven.  That enough?"

"THREE DOLLARS AND EIGHTY-SEVEN CENTS? Are you serious?"

"Yea, sorry, but it's all I could beg for."  Turning to see the
horrid expression on his bitch's face made it all worth while.

"Yea, sure, for you that's enough," he said taking the cup from
the beggar and dumping the loose change into his hand.  Without
counting it, he shoved it into his pocket and reached for the
key.

"You're not seriously thinking I'm going to let that...uh, the...
*HIM* have sex with me are you?"

"Yep, and anyone else dumb enough to stick their cock into your
cesspit," he responded removing the padlock and swinging the door
open.  "Knock yourself out," he said turning to the man.

Grinning, he stooped over and slipped into the cage with Lynn,
smiling at her as she scurried away to the furthest part of the
cage.  "Don't touch me!"

"Come on, bitch, don't be that way, he paid good money for you so
you need to show him a good time."

"I won't!"

"You'll let dogs fuck you but not men?"

"Wait a minute, she fucks dogs?"

"Yep and loves it.  That's why she doesn't want your cock.  She
only wants doggie dick, right?"

"Fuck you!"

"I already told you that I won't, no matter how much you beg for
it," he said laughing, reaching for the prodding rod.  Her eyes
focused on the stick and she felt her heart racing.  "Now, show
him a good time or you'll get a taste of this," he added slapping
it against the palm of his hand.  Swallowing hard, she noticed
the bum had already removed his jacket and was struggling to get
the knot untied from the rope holding up his pants.

Slowly she moved away from the back, smelling his stench as she
moved closer.  Turning her head, she took a deep breath before
lying on her back, her legs slightly parted.  Pulling his pants
down she cringed seeing that he was already hard and the
uncircumcised cock was leaking something from the tightly sealed
tip.

As he moved between her legs, she closed her eyes, suppressing
the bile building in her throat.  His dirty hand kept trying to
turn her face toward his as he licked and kissed on her cheek and
chin, hoping to touch his lips to hers.  She struggled, resisting
as his thrusts grew faster and stronger.  Several times he
stopped, lifted himself off of her and looked between their legs.
 After four or five times she finally asked what he was doing.

"I'm checkin' to see if I'm still inside you `cause I can't
hardly feel it," he said with a pained expression.  She groaned,
turning her head away from his foul breath.

***

"Jack, we need to talk," Deon stated stepping into the small
office.

"Hey, what's going on?" he replied moving around his desk to
greet the two officers.

"It's about that car you keep selling."

"Car?  What car?"

"You know, don't play dumb.  The slut maker."

He chuckled.  "Oh, yes, my favorite car in the world."

"You need to stop selling it..."

"STOP SELLING IT!?" Jack nearly screamed.

"Let me finish!  You need to stop selling it without notifying us
of the sale."

"I didn't know I needed to inform you every time I sell a car."

"Not any car, I don't give a damn about the others, just that
one.  I want to keep tabs on the new owner."

"Why, what's going on?"

"Let's just say I've got a big interest in who has the car.  In
the future, when you sell the damn thing, give me a call with who
they are and their address."

"Can I ask why?"

"Let's just say you're not the only one wanting a piece of the
pie," he replied with a smile.  Jack laughed, taking the business
card with his cell number written on the back.  "Keep me informed
about that car, got it?"

"Yes, sir, officer, sir," he said saluting with a smile.  "Is
there anything else, sir?"

"Don't play with me, man, I don't like it."

"Speaking of playing, have you checked out Larry's newest bitch?
He found her last night, well, actually early this morning and
has been having a lotta fun with her.  You remember that huge
Mastiff he has?"

"You mean the horse?" James asked snickering.

"Yea, that one.  He mated her with that monster and the bitch
took the whole thing, knot and all!"

"No fuckin' way.  That thing's huge," James exclaimed.

"Yea.  I'm going by there later tonight to watch it for myself. 
He recorded it, but I want to watch it live.  It's much obetter.
Raul, Carlos and Bobby are going out there too.  Should be a good
show.  You might want to stop by to watch, I hear she moans like
a real bitch."

"What's this whore look like?"

"I'm not sure exactly.  He said she's a red head, that's all I
know."

"We might stop by to check her out later," Deon said hitting
James's shoulder as he walked out.

***

"You ready to eat yet?" Larry asked lifting the access door to
slide the bowl inside the cage.  She could feel the cooling cum
from the bum leaking from her and still smell his odors on her
body.  Remaining motionless, she grunted, thinking about her
daughters.  Are they alright?  What are they doing?  "Better eat.
 Next meals in twelve hours," he added dropping the small door.

She was thirsty, but didn't want to degrade herself by drinking
from a dog bowl.  Besides, the water looked dirty and the bowl
had weird stains on it.  The smell from whatever the stew stuff
was made her stomach churn.  The ice cold water shocked her
system as Larry once again turned the water on her.  She screamed
out for him to stop, only to receive a face full once again.

She was still dripping wet and shivering as the car pulled into
the salvage yard, slowing approaching where they were.  Her eyes
flew open; her heart began to race as she saw the police car
moving closer.

"OH THANK GOD!" she shouted, sitting up, moving to the cage door,
her bloodied fingers grasping the wires.  "You're screwed now,
you... you bastard!"

Even before the officers were out of the car she was shouting for
them, screaming hoarsely for them to help her.  When the large,
black officer got out followed by the smaller white guy, she felt
a great lifting from her shoulders.  Larry stood next to her
watching as the two men drew closer.

"Thank God!" she panted.  "I want this man arrested for
kidnapping, assault, rape, false imprisonment, and sexual
battery.  The bastard made me have sex with dogs and sold me for
sex to a homeless man for five dollars!"

Looking at the incessant woman locked in the cage, he turned to
Larry.  "Is that true?" he asked stoically.

"No, it was only three dollars and eight-seven cents, not five
dollars," he said smiling. Bewildered, Lynn stared at the
towering man talking calmly to the two policemen.  He's not even
denying it!

"I want him arrested *NOW*" she shouted again.

"She's actually not a bad looking bitch," Deon said squatting
down to be eye-level with her.  "I wouldn't mind giving her a
test run myself," he added grinning up at Larry.

"Hey, you know I'd let you anytime, man, but this one you may
wanna pass on.  The bitch was fucking all the homeless men in the
city when I found her and she's probably diseased.  I haven't
fucked her for that reason."

"That's what these are for," he said standing, reaching into his
pocket for the foiled package.

"Those keep breaking on you, Deon," James said moving closer to
see the white whore.

"Just a couple of times."

"Yea, but you don't want your cock in this whore if it breaks
again, do you?"

Looking at the shapely white woman, he smiled.  Sure would be
nice to fuck her.

"I hear she knotted with Mo-Jo," Deon said slipping the condom
back into his pocket.

"Yea, the bitch was screaming like she was having a baby, but she
took it all.  I ain't never seen that done before."

"She's probably all stretched out, Deon," James said moving away
from the foul-smelling bitch.  "I say we head over to Cal's
house, there's some sweet pussy there."

Lynn perked up hearing her husband's name.  "Did you say Cal?"

"Yea, you know him?"

"If it's Cal Bennett, he's my husband."

"You're Lynn Bennett?" Deon asked looking closer at the woman. 
She was a little battered around the edges, but he could see
where Nicole got her looks from.

"YES!  Finally!  Someone to help me," she blubbered excitedly. 
"Please, get me out of this cage!"

"I'm sorry but we can't do that.  We have important police
business to conduct," Deon stated coldly turning away from her.

"WAIT!  What do you mean?  This *IS* police business!"

"Oh, Larry, Jack said you're having a special show tonight, what
time?"

"It will probably start around eight.  You coming?"

"I plan on it," he said sliding into the front seat and waiting
for James to join him.

"Where are we going?" James asked shutting his door.

"To pay Cal a visit and check on his girls.  I think it's time we
get to know the little one better," he said with a wink.

"WAIT! YOU CAN'T JUST LEAVE ME HERE!" Lynn shouted as the car's
tail lights faded away.

"Time to get you cleaned up for your party," he said reaching for
the water hose, pointing it at her.

~ end of part 6

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