======== Path: news.primenet.com!nntp.primenet.com!news.texas.net!imci2!news.internetMCI.com!newsfeed.internetmci.com!in2.uu.net!news.ios.com!ppp-11.ts-3.la.idt.net!user From: grobert@soho.ios.com (TheEditor) Newsgroups: alt.sex.stories Subject: Breeders (3/9) "The Breeders" Date: Fri, 19 Apr 1996 08:02:37 -0700 Organization: Internet Online Services Lines: 535 Message-ID: <grobert-1904960802420001@ppp-11.ts-3.la.idt.net> NNTP-Posting-Host: ppp-11.ts-3.la.idt.net Xref: news.primenet.com alt.sex.stories:147012 the patience to fully enjoy the sophistications of true eroticism. Hard cocks and soft brains, what a wasteful combination, he thought. "I was trying to explain to Carolyn about the psychological aspects of using animals for sexual pleasure," Jason began, disgust edging his voice. "Psych, smych!" Mario grinned, "Let's get down to the fuckin'!" "Your intelligence is only exceeded by your tact, Mario," Jason said insultingly. Some day he would lose all patience and use the dog whip on that stupid boy. If he didn't need him, he could think of a lot of clever innovations for Mario, but unfortunately he did need him. "I was about to show Carolyn the advantages of bottle feeding our dogs, and ..." "... and you wanted me to demonstrate on, right?" "That's right," Jason agreed coldly. "It's time Carolyn learned to understand ... and appreciate ... what we do here in the lab." "Oh, she's gonna appreciate it," Mario chuckled and walked over to stand within easy reach of the girl. He made a great show of unzipping his pants fly and fumbling around in the tight pants before hauling out his long limp penis. He grinned at the girl and wiggled it at her. "Aren't ya, baby doll? That hot little puss of yours really appreciates it. You goddam near drowned me with appreciation before ya got the fuzzy thing fucked off!" Mario grinned as he saw the girl flush even darker at his words. Maybe he wasn't so suave as the famous Jason Benson, he thought, but the girls liked his youthful good looks and got hotter'n pistols when he talked plain sex at 'em and hung his dong out to dry before their startled eyes. He skinned it back and began the slow systematic massage which coaxed the long organ to life. Up and down, up and down. "S'better than having a cocksuckin' girlfriend, or in your case," he nodded to Carolyn, "a breast fed boyfriend, cause there's eight or ten pups to a litter and they all gotta be fed! Good thing I got a long cock or it'd be a nubbin by now." Carolyn's eyes widened as she looked at him. He surely couldn't mean what he was insinuating. He was just trying to upset her. It was childish, like a little boy putting worms down your back ... childish, like a young man flaunting his stiff penis before you. She watched him playing with it. He would shape his hand around the pole, slide it out to the end and back, skinning the head clean, then he would take his thumb and rub back and forth across the coronal ridge. Carolyn could see the pink beast moving in his hand like a thing alive. It seemed alive. Each careful stroke increased its growth with frightening regularity. She could see a small drop of fluid ooze from its fat head and drop to the floor. "I'm about ready, boss," Mario said quietly to the older man. Jason nodded and walked over to the cage area. He looked up and down the line of wire kennels, pursed his lips in indecision and frowned. "How about Bravo?" Mario suggested. "He's got a soft mouth like a girl." Jason shrugged his shoulders, picked up a choke chain from a rack of many, and walked to the third cage. The big fawn-colored dog rose to his feet and danced about anxiously. Jason unlocked the cage, slipped the noose around his great head, and led him back to where Mario waited. "Sit, Bravo, sit." Jason said sternly. "It's been several days since he's been exercised this way. Would you rather prelim him on the girl?" Mario looked at Carolyn and grinned. "You wanna break him in today, baby?" he asked. Carolyn's eyes grew wider with fear and she pressed hard into the corner, her hands crossed before the nest of brown curls at her crotch. Mario grinned even wider. "No? All right, I'll use him first. Tell ya what, though, I think I'll wet it down with cunt first. Never heard of no dog ever biting a cunt-soaked cock." Mario walked to the canvas-covered table in the center of the room and pulled the cloth from its lines. Carolyn's wide eyes followed his every move. She noticed the table before, but an examining table in a hospital area, even for dogs, was hardly unusual. But this table was very unusual. She looked at it anxiously. It resembled the hourglass shape of a human body with low stirrups at one end and to the sides. Several sets of woven straps with great silver buckles hung from its sides. The plastic table itself, perhaps an inch thick, was supported by three hydraulic lifts. It reminded her of the service station racks which raised and lowered cars for servicing. Servicing! She shivered. She could guess its use. Jason stood to one side and gestured for Carolyn to move out of the comer and join Mario at the table. She couldn't move; fear had fastened her to the ground. She trembled where she stood. Jason tapped the whip impatiently against his leg. Mario stood by the table, casually jacking up his big penis and watching the by- play. It amused him to watch the 'Big Man' whip himself into a fury. It was quite a hang-up he had, couldn't get a hard on until he had brought a woman to her knees one way or the other. If it wasn't the whip, it was the dogs. Mario shrugged. He could wait. Sometimes it was stimulating to see Jason whip the new ones. He was a real master with the coil. Mario leaned back against the table, his hand still caressing the cock he held. He could wait. It wouldn't take long. And it didn't. When the girl didn't move at his first command, Jason snaked the whip behind him and snapped it out with a turn of his wrist. The slim tip flicked across the pink tip of Carolyn's bare breast, biting a two inch cut into the soft flesh just above the fat little tit. "The table, Carolyn," Jason's voice sliced the silence as deftly as his leather whip had twice spilled her blood. She looked down at the thin red line across her breast and watched the thick drops that welled from its length and ran slowly down her side. This wasn't happening to her, it wasn't, it wasn't. Numbly, she walked toward the table. As she passed the dog who had sat through it all, he leaned his thick neck out and lapped at the drops which painted lines down her leg. Dazed, she hardly noticed. Mario watched her walk slowly toward him like a windup doll that falters with each step. He let his eyes slide down her bare figure, pausing at the points of his own particular interest. As he studied the thick brown mat of hair between her legs, he felt his own body respond. His long penis was getting fat now, well fed and heavy. He took it in his hand, aimed the bold head at Carolyn like a bloody spear, and slowly rubbed the corona with his thumb. As she reached the table's end, Mario made a grand bow and gestured with his free hand toward the table top. Numbly, she watched as he pressed a button beneath the table's edge and lowered it to a level she could easily reach. His free hand pressed her down and she felt the cool plastic give beneath her weight, shaping itself to her curves, wrapping up around her and holding her comfortably firm in its grip. Mario dropped the fat organ in his hand and pressed her shoulders down with both hands so that the soft woven straps would fasten easily. As he cinched the buckle down across her chest, the girl seemed to get control of her mind and began to struggle. "What are you doing?" she yelled. "Don't tie me down. Oh, don't! Please don't!" Her forehead was damp with the cold sweat of fear. What in heaven were they doing? She could hear Mario's suddenly excited breathing. Jason had walked to the other side of the table and was fastening her other arm securely, bending it at the elbow and buckling the straps to something beneath the table, forcing her arms back so the pectoral muscles pulled the big breasts high and made them firm to the touch. Her aims hurt at the sockets from the backward pressure and she winced as he pulled the strap tighter and tighter. She lashed out with her legs, trying to kick these human leeches from her tortured body, but the two men only laughed. Each grabbed an ankle and forced her feet into the side stirrups and fastened the band across her instep and behind her heels. If she could only get her feet loose now, she could reach them reach them both, but the straining muscles failed to pull her feet free. Panting, her muscles aching from frantic efforts to free her body, Carolyn finally admitted defeat and lay panting and quiet upon the table which cupped her body like a non-skid nest. The two men stood over her looking down and each in their own way enjoying her helplessness. Mario rocked back and forth like a cobra swaying and ready to strike, his blood-fattened penis flopping lazily from the gaping pants' fly. He knew Carolyn's eyes were fastened on it in frozen agony. At first he stood hands on hips letting the heavy head bounce lewdly against her bare flesh. He watched the wet spots dot the girl's body, watched with delight as she tried to strain against the straps and pull her body away from its touch but the binding straps held fast. His smile grew broader and he ran his stiff pointed tongue back and forth across the white ridges of his teeth. He could feel the pressure building inside his cock. The slap-slap of its heavy head against her naked skin was stimulating the need to squirt his juice. If he didn't stop soon, it would be too late and he would wash her pink nipples with sperm. Not yet, not yet ... he wanted to do things to this pretty she- bitch, lots of things ... it wasn't time to flood her guts yet. He pulled away from the table and winked at her wide staring eyes. "Later, baby doll," he spoke softly, pursing his lips as if mimicking her pouting mouth. "Daddy's gotta feed the doggies first. The big boss man wanted you to see how good we train our canine compadres. You watch now, you watch good, cause pretty soon I'm gonna let you see if you can do it as good as the dogs can." He grinned lewdly down at her for a moment, then snapped his fingers at the dog. "Ready, boy?" he asked the prancing dog, "Sit! Sit there just another goddamn minute while I soak it up juicy for you." Carolyn watched with horrified eyes as the slim young man patted the dog on the head, then walked to the foot of the table to which she was strapped and pressed her legs even farther apart. He patted the furry little pad between her thighs and pulled the puffy lips apart with his thumbs. "Hey, there it is," he whispered hoarsely, "such a cute little pink cubbyhole too." He leaned his body forward until the hot shiny head of his penis rested against the pink slit of her crotch. He frowned briefly and leaned over to press the button just under the plastic edge beside Carolyn's hips. There was a soft hum and the platform raised up an inch or two. His stiff organ poked at the little opening, between her legs. He smiled. It was just right. He put his warm wet palms on her white flesh and massaged, pressing and kneading the unwilling body, and all the while knocking at the door of her pussy palace with his blood-red cock. Small drops of lubrication welled out its fat tip and wet the tender lips. Now the oversized organ slid more easily. He pressed forward and it popped inside with a wet slurping sound ... and he heaved himself hard into her body, burying the shaft deep in her guts. "Aaahhhhhrrrggg," he groaned loudly, "You're strangling him in that tight little hole. F'god sakes, let go some juice and wet it up a little!" He pulled it back experimentally. "Jesus!" He slid it in gingerly and winced. "What the hell makes you so tight? You could a'swallowed a shetland pony the other night you were so fuckin' wet!" "Perhaps she was," Jason growled with exasperation as the boy hung up in the woman's dry box, "but the King had made her hot first." "You saying I can't get a woman hot," Mario spat at him, "that what you're saying???" "You were the one complaining, as I recall, not the dog." "Why you dirty son of a bitch ..." The whip in Jason's hand cracked loudly and the blood spurted from a gash on Mario's cheek. Hell burned in Jason's angry eyes. "Don't ... you ... ever ... say a thing like that to me again!" "Okay, okay," Mario backed down, "I didn't mean anything by it, fer Christ sake." "I called you down here to demonstrate ... not to make a fool of yourself." Jason reprimanded. "Now, DEMONSTRATE." "Alright, ALRIGHT." Mario pulled his long hard penis slowly from between the girl's legs. It popped free with a loud sucking sound and Carolyn moaned with relief. "Stand beside the girl," Jason directed impatiently, "NO, stupid, not beside me, beside the girl! I want her to see how gentle my boys are ... how talented ... how effective." "Aawwww, I don't wanna go all the way," complained the disgruntled Mario, "can't I finish up on the girl?" "There will be plenty of time for that later." Mario breathed heavily out through his nose and set his feet firmly apart, one hand on the table to steady himself. He snapped his fingers at the prancing dog. "Here, Bravo," he called out to the dog, "Suck, boy, suck." The dog scrambled across the tile floor and stopped before the waiting man, his tail flailing the floor frantically, his tongue dropping with anticipation. "Easy, Bravo," Mario cautioned, his hand grasping the dog's snout and holding it shut, "EASY, I said." The dog quieted down a little. "Now, sit. That's a good boy." Mario grasped his long wagging cook from each side with a restraining thumb and forefinger and held it rigidly upright. The dog whined. Mario wriggled the pink pole before the dog teasingly. The animal stretched his thick neck as far forward as he could and sniffed at the fat cock. Mario flinched as the cold black nose touched his warm prick and the hot air of the dog's excited breath tickled its tip. He held the cock in his fingers and waved it in front of the dog's mouth. The long tongue lashed out and licked at the human lollypop, flavored with its musky scent of a woman in heat. It was faint, the heady scent of female, faint but it was there ... and the dog was noticeably excited. His long thick tongue lapped the underside of Mario's waiting organ with long slow swipes. Mario's reaction was one of instant pleasure. He pushed his loins outward, bowing his body toward the anxious dog who responded with eager tongue. Mario closed his eyes and chewed on his lower lip. Carolyn turned her face away from the scene of debauchery taking place less then three feet from her face. Jason watched her reaction carefully. He had expected the sight of a full grown man deliberately stimulated by the dog's dripping tongue would have, at the very least, a lethal fascination. He took the leather wrapped handle of the dog whip in his hand and pushed Carolyn's face back toward Mario and the dog. "Watch them," he ordered harshly, "you must learn how these things are done." Carolyn watched. There was nothing else she could do. She watched Mario's fingers subtly manipulate the firm flesh at the base of his excited organ. She watched the intricate licking motions of the big dog's tongue as it wiped the length of the sensitive lower side of the man's penis and then curled over the damp end. Mario gently poked at the huge dog's mouth with the end of his cock. Each time the long tongue would lash out, he pushed the fat head at the dog's mouth. The fourth time he probed forward, the animal seemed to understand what was expected of him and his rough red tongue wrapped itself around the man's penis and seemed to hold it motionless in his hot mouth. Carolyn was fascinated with the terrible scene taking place within reach of her hand. The gaunt animal held Mario's stiff cock in his mouth as if he were retrieving a bird from the field. Mario was breathing rapidly now; his eyes half-closed, his lips open and straining hard against his teeth. "Suck, Bravo," he crooned to the dog at his loins, "that's it, boy. Oh, that's good. Good dog. A little more, just a little more ... NOW!" Mario thrust his moving hips hard forward and the long stiff penis slid over the curved tongue and deep into the dog's open jaws. "SUCK, BOY, SUCK IT HARD!" He ordered in a loud firm voice, then smiled lewdly as his command was rewarded with watery sucking sounds from the dog's half open mouth. Carolyn watched in horror as the dog's thick rough tongue rubbed rapidly back and forth under Mario's jerking cock. Sometimes she could see the heavy headed penis squirting its white sperm onto the dog's willing tongue. She was sure she was going to be ill again, but she could not tear her eyes from the animal orgy at her side. Jason's strong hand held her head so she was forced to watch. She tried to close her eyes but she couldn't. Her skin was flushed with shame, heated by the outrage which roared in her mind. The dog's attempt at sucking reminded her of thirsty animals sucking up water from an open gutter. Perverse pleasures, inconceivable depravity, this was the gutter of mankind ... and sooner or later, Carolyn knew she too must wade through the contaminated gutters of this madman's mind. Jason's pleasure twisted face never left the girl's body. The expressions of grim horror on the girl's face stirred life in his dormant loins. Small tremors of pleasure played hide and seek between his legs and slid up and down his awakening prod. He watched her helpless body for every ... for any ... reaction. He heard Mario's first crude grunts of gratification before he was rewarded with the subtle response of the girl's open crotch. Her legs splayed far apart by the restraining straps, the plush lips of her vagina spread wide, Jason could look into the open mouth of her bitch's body. As she watched the jerking cock spew out its tasty reward into the dog's mouth, the fat pink lips contracted too ... squeezing together, clamping tight shut around the imagined organ poking at her vitals, milking it into the fire of her own loins. Spread-eagled before Jason, her ivory buttocks opened for his eager eyes. The cheeks of her firm little ass closed over the wrinkled round hole. Closed and relaxed. Closed and released. As Mario groaned his soul away, Jason watched several drops of thick liquid trickle from between the hairy lips and grow sticky in the crease of her buttocks. Jason smiled and nodded. Good. Very good. She was actively stimulated, then, by Mario's performance with the dog. That meant the sweet musky smell of her oozing vagina would be strong enough to attract the dogs. He looked down the line of cages. Every dog was on his feet, pacing back and forth nervously, tongues dripping saliva, their red, pointed cocks sliding out of their sheaths. Yes, they sensed the bitch in heat. He sniffed the air. He couldn't smell it. He never could. But they did! The dogs could always smell a warm cunt. He smiled obscenely and scratched his crotch. He had planned to start her with a dog at each breast, licking the small pink nipples into swollen leaking tits ... but the dogs were excited. He watched them pace frantically in the confining cages, their heavy cocks swollen out of their hairy holsters and swaying loosely under their bellies. Perhaps he should reconsider. He looked down at the parted pink lips, the swollen button of her clitoris ... she was ready for his dogs. He smiled. It would be double exciting. She didn't understand that the abject horror had triggered her own sexual responses. It would be no more than a matter of minutes before the dogs would have her thrashing about, reveling in her own sensuality, pleading for the feel of their giant pointed pricks rushing up her guts. And he would make her plead. He would make her beg! His groin throbbed with the pleasure-pains of sexual need. The dogs were ready ... and so was he. Chapter 6 Carolyn watched in grim despair as Jason Benson wrestled the enormous Great Dane out of his cage and into the sturdy choke chain which afforded only a meager means of control as he jumped and pawed and slid on the slick tile floor. She strained frantically at the wide straps which buckled her body immobile upon the molded contours of the dog stanchion, but it was hopeless. The tight bands held her motionless. She raised her head and looked down. One strap crossed her chest and pulled firmly under her arms, a second strap was cinched tight across her lower abdomen and buckled down over her hips. With every ounce of strength in her frightened body, Carolyn strained to free herself. Nothing moved except the bulge of muscles across her stomach and shoulders, pulling until they screamed She was totally helpless ... unless ... if her hands were free? ... again she tensed and tried desperately to pull her wrists free but the snare held firm. Was there no way to stop this awful man, this human beast whose monstrous appetites matched those of the animals he served? No way. No way. Carolyn closed her eyes and let her head fall back on the table with a thump. She could hear the scratching of the dog's paws upon the tile and knew he was coming nearer and nearer. Her head rolled from side to side hopelessly. No, oh dear God, NO! "Now don't you go to frettin' over there." Through the blue haze of near shock, Carolyn heard Mario's teasing voice above the sound of running water. "I'll come hold your hand just as soon as I get my little friend here washed off." Mario called to her across the room. "Bravo's got a damn good mouth on him but he gets a little messy sometimes." Mario chuckled lewdly from his place at the low sink. "He's not neat like you were the other night. Why, it was a real pleasure to service you seein' as how you cleaned it all up after your dinner." Carolyn squeezed her eyes tighter shut as if shutting out the sound of his obscene comments. How could he, how could anyone be so ugly? "Now, the King ... you remember the King, don't cha baby? ... he cleans up real well after himself." His comments came across the room loud and clear as he turned off the faucet and rolled his wet penis in the towel. "Mannnn, you two were something else!" "Oh, shut up, SHUT UP!" Carolyn screamed at the loathsome little man. "Just ... shut up ... OHHHH!" Carolyn gasped suddenly. Her eyes snapped open. She lifted her head up as high as the restraining bonds permitted and stared in horror between her splayed legs. Bound to the stanchion stirrups, her legs were forced as far apart as the stretched tendons would allow and bent almost double like a grasshopper ready to spring away in retreat. Only Carolyn couldn't retreat from the massive head which peered down at her through the V- spread of her legs. His cold wet nose poked first at one bare thigh and then the other, sniffing at the man-scented dots where Mario's leaking penis had bounced only moments before. The Dane licked speculatively at her thighs. Carolyn pressed her knees outward until the muscles ached. It was the only part of her pinioned body that she could move ... her knees ... and she strove frantically to press them away from the cold probing nose of the beast at her loins. The effort was a vain one for the dog's head followed the scant inches of her move with little effort. She fluttered her knees back and forth, hoping to discourage his eager sniffing, but the movement only caused her splayed lips to part and the hot scent of her woman hole rose to the dog's snuffling nose. Instantly, he stopped the inspection of the faint scented flesh and licked his muzzle and whined softly. Carolyn winced beneath his warm breath as the dog panted over her open body. The muscles in her neck had begun to cramp. The strain of holding up her head was too great and she finally let it fall back against the plastic table. She knew it was better that she didn't watch the beastly rape of her tender body, but it was like not watching the executioner's ax. She closed her eyes tight and clamped her teeth and waited. Jason stood at the great dog's side, loosely holding the choke chain, his eyes glued to the exquisite expressions of horror which distorted her pretty face. The dog's cold nose poked at the brown curls and Carolyn's face contorted pitifully. Jason could feel the thrill streaks rushing through his body as he watched the mental anguish twist the girl's face into ugly caricatures. He dropped the slack chain from his hand and slowly rubbed both palms up and down over his groin. One hand passed back and forth over the growing lump of his awakening organ. He pressed down with his hands, encouraging the growth of the reluctant beast in his britches. It was slow to come, but he didn't mind. As the dog warmed up the bitch, he too would warm with need. There was plenty of time, plenty of time. He let his eyes slide slowly down over her plastic prison and paused to watch the burly animal which hunkered over her trembling cunt. The dog was poking at the open hole now with his wet snuffling noise. Jason could see the girl wince each time the animal prodded at the opening. Wait till he began to lick that exposed little button. He couldn't wait to see the expression on her face then. He rubbed harder at the tingling bump in his pants ... and waited. Mario watched Jason's distorted leer. What a weirdo, he thought. Hell, everybody likes a piece of wet tail. Most everybody wants the musky lingering taste of pussy in their mouth after the screwin' is done. But not this guy. He shook his head and watched his employer's growing excitement. He's gotta scratch his kicks out of the dirt. Just look at him, Mario thought, he ain't interested in watching the dog lick her pussy. He ain't watching the dog's big prick oozing out of its hole and getting itself ready. Hell, he ain't even looking at her tits. Got a couple of bolts loose somewhere. Gotta be. All he cares about is watching the girl's face and seeing her suffer. He's fuckin' the kid's soul, that's what he's doing, fuckin' her goddamn soul! Mario shook his head and walked to the side of the stanchion where he could look down at the girl. To each their own, but he'd rather get in on the action. "Feel good, baby?" he asked, the faint smile of perversity flicking up the corners of his mouth. "Feel good yet? It won't take long once he starts licking that pretty little pussy of yours." Mario looked down at the breadth of the dog's great head nuzzling between the girl's legs and watched as the wide pink tongue lapped out and over his dark muzzle. "Lick the pretty lady, Nero, lick, lick," he crooned quietly to the dog. "Get 'er turned on like old King did and you'll have yourself hung up on a real bitching screw!" He laughed at his joke a real 'bitch-ing' screw ‹ that's all the women were to Jason's dogs, just another bitch in heat. They all smelled like fuckin'. What the hell difference did it make to an animal? If they smelled right and had a hole to fit around their dog-knot, they got it buried in 'em clear up to the gonads. He watched as the dog licked experimentally at the ragged pink hole. Absentmindedly he rested one hand on Carolyn's breast and began to roll the small pink nipple between his thumb and forefinger. His eyes were on the dog's thick tongue as it explored the outer crevices of her succulent body. Now and then, his own tongue poked out of its cave and darted back and forth between his lips. He seemed oblivious to the nipple which grew firm and tight between his rolling fingers. Mario's eyes were on the furry tongue which lapped relentlessly at the woman's open crotch. It was heating up despite her mental damnations. He knew because he could catch the subtle scent of her juices. He knew the odor well. Mario breathed deep and patted the near- limp penis which still hung from his open fly, washed clean, but resting from Bravo's canine ministrations. His time would come again. No hurry. He enjoyed the sensual sight of a woman licked into the furies of passion‹ whether it was one of Jason's dogs doing the honors or a man at her crotch‹it was a sexy sight that could stir up a dead man's dong. Specially when the gal wasn't willing. There was something about the dogs raping a woman and making her like it that bloody well set off his alarm. He leaned over a little to get a better view of the girl's stubby little clitoris. Yeah, it WAS standin' up already. Goddamn, ya had to give the dogs credit where credit was due ‹ they could sure fuzzy up a cold cunt with those rough tongues of theirs. Mario abstractly ran his tongue flat against the roof of his mouth, trying to feel its texture. Too bad he didn't have a sandpaper tongue the way he liked to eat hot pussy. He'd drive 'em out of their everlovin' gourds! He glanced at Jason. His eyes were still on the girl's face, and he was panting in short gasps of air. Mario grinned and looked at the girl. Carolyn's eyes were closed. Her head no longer rocked from side to side. She was motionless except for an occasional contraction of swallowing in her throat and the incessant chewing on her lower lip. There were small pearls of cold sweat dancing on her forehead. Beneath the plastic nest of the table, her fingers knotted into tight white fists and laid tense in their prison bonds. She could feel the repeated flurries of hot breath against the tender flesh of her exposed body. The wet cold nose poked in and around the upper edge of her slit, prodding the unwilling nubbin to life. How do you stop the idiot thing from getting hard? How, she screamed silently in her mind, how? It was beginning to swell. The rough tongue was forcing life into the susceptible slit no matter how hard she tried to control it. She clamped her jaw tight and prayed the dog wouldn't get carried away with himself and bite. She would bleed to death. The pain ... and the pain would be unbearable. It would start any minute, she was certain, and it would be unbearable. But there was no pain. The long thick abrasive tongue rubbed at her private parts and the soft full lips of her vagina purred happily in response. Little by little, the muscles became less tense. If anyone had been watching, they would have seen her straining body sink slowly, slowly, into the molded depths of the plastic stanchion. The grasshopper legs softened their rigid discipline and gradually, hardly noticeably, opened to admit the width of the animal's massive skull. The heavy muzzle pressed against the soft pink blossom of her body and let the long supple tongue work at the open slit, sliding in to taste the first wines of her growing need. Carolyn sucked in a deep breath as the tongue searched deeper, twisting and turning in her woman hole as it would search for the last marrow in a bone. The rough surface seemed to adhere and cling to her. It felt like the educated tongue of the great dog was coaxing her insides to come out and play where he could get to them and massage them into passionate submission. She breathed heavily, her full lips parted and damp, her tongue licking now and then around her moist lips. She could not move away from the dog's tireless tongue. Yet she knew she must or, god forgive her, she would behave disgracefully ... she would cum! She would pour the drops of her