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Social Graces Finishing School Revisited (Chapter 2)(BDSM,Beast,
Rape,Prostitution)
The ride from the motel not long as far as time and space. Kneeling
naked and still wet, my body sore. Eyes looking to my client as he sits
using a leather crop with a loop on the end to trace over my body. Lifting my
chin with it to gaze into his eyes, as he moves it slowly over my breasts,
the loop catching the hard point of my nipple and teasing and tugging it
and then working the other side. Feeling composed and able to resist giving
him a moan of pleasure as it runs the end of the crop slowly across my
lower chest and tummy and then along my thighs and tracing the puffy lips of
my outer labia. My body tight as he slips it between the slit of my lips
and with a little pressure pushes one lip open and exposes the glistening
moisture wetting my walls. Sawing it slowly between the swollen lips and then
pulling it free and giving a hard tap on already engorged and sore tissue
of my labia. Alternating between caressing with the tip and striking my
flesh. Working it from knees to my breasts, the sting of the crop giving
quick bites of pain on my sensitive nipples and now on my small pearl. After
the sting, the throb of pleasure radiating to my core. The sadist working
my body slowly towards a crescendo of pleasure/
Not even looking out the darkened windows at the familiar road and
building as wend our way into the city of Poughkeepsie and into the parking
garage of the Grandview Hotel. The car idling for a minute as it is parked
in a VIP spot.
A soft moan of frustration as the crop is put away, "we will have to
dress you for the hotel my dear Raven. Mr. Nachtwald, motioning for me to
lean forward and watching his eyes as he reapplies the clover clamps from
earlier in the night. Again hanging the light chain between them and a
series of small weights to add pressure to the clamp and tighten it more. The
clamps already cutting at the blood supply of the nipples. The bruised
tissue throbbing and I know will become a dull ache once again, till they are
removed. His fingers moving to my labia and tapping lightly on my clit as
he considers whether to apply those clamps again or not, then handing me
then pressing the vibrating egg into my tunnel and using two clover clamps to
seal the lips closed.
The hand restrains removed as he indicates that I should dress once
more. The small cross at my neck, leaving it as I drop the dress over my
head once again. Metallic blue, the neckline exposing the small cross, as the
skirt drop to my knees. No bra or panties or hose in the small pile of
clothing. The bolero top covering my shoulders and upper arms. Rising to
sit down on a seat, the gown falling almost to my ankles, as I slip on my
high heels. Fingers combing my hair and pulling it into a rough braid.
Not even want to look in a mirror to see what I look like; but knowing
it has to be like a woman after a rough night. The gown will give me a
look of respectability as we head to the penthouse suite. I am assuming he
has that reserved as he has in the past. The leather collar, wrist and
ankles bands taken off and place in a small valise which holds my bra, panties
garter belt, hose and jewelry. My hand bag grasped tightly as Mr Nachtwald
takes my arm and leads me into the lobby of the Hotel and to a bank of
elevators. Nodding to a few acquaintances and the air door closing behind us.
The damnable vibration of the egg bouncing in the dark pocket of my
cunt. The bastard having it on high and just trying to concentrate to walk a
chore at this point. My body keyed up from the cropping in the car.
Leaning against the side of the elevator car as it whisks us quickly to the top
floor. Stepping out into the short corridor and waiting.
"Strip." The one word enough for me to understand. Slipping my shoes
off and standing barefoot as I take off the bolero and fold it neatly in
the hallway and then my gown. Piling them on top of my shoes and then
adding my hose, bra and panties and jewelry and hand bag.
My only adornment, other then the coloring of my skin tone from the
abuse, a simple gold cross at my neck, the nipple clamps and the clamps
sealing my pussy. Taking one deep breath and another as I wait for my next
direction. This most likely will be my last moments of solitude for the next
day or more. I have seen the two Jokers, that mean he has bought two days,
48 hours of my time. The last time he did not use all of his allotted
hours; but this time he has not really used me in his physically sadistic
mode. Not knowing the time; but expecting that it must be near midnight.
Standing naked in the empty hall; but knowing it is not really empty
as the cameras are recording this hallway. The red light visible as I stand
fully facing it. The hard tips of my breasts thrusting long and thick
from my smallish breasts. The clamps tightly encircling the very sensitive
and bruised nipples. The other clamps visible on my labia, sealing my pussy
as they dig into that sensitive tissue. The egg bouncing around enclosed
in the warm; but very wet darkness of my cunt.
Standing naked, knowing that I am being displayed for the camera,
letting me know that he cares not what others see of my body and that even now,
my nakedness may be exposed to more then just the security guards
watching. The stills or videos may be downloaded for all I know.
Finally the collar taken from his leather valise and placed around my
neck again. And then the leather wrist and ankle bands. The leash
attached to the collar and short lengths of chain attached to my wrists, securing
them once more behind my back and my ankles held to a short step as a foot
long length of chain is attached.
His lips touching my cheek in a soft kiss, as he stands to the side
and undoes one of the nipple clamps, then the other. The blood flow from the
first throbbing quickly in my nipple and my body shaking as I am unable to
soothe the rush of circulation. And as the one subsides to a dull ache,
the next rush of blood surges in my other breast. Shaking like a dog, as my
feet stay riveted to the floor. My eyes fluttering and tongue wetting my
dry lips. Taking a deep breath and another as I await and am rewarded with
the undoing of my lower clamps from my labia and the flow of sensation to
that tissue you once again. A grunt of dismay as I try to clench my cunt
to hold the egg; but feeling my walls easing and the egg slipping from my
greasy cunt and with a bounce roll on the parquet floor. My eyes following
the movement and focused on the final resting spot.
"Wait here you worthless cunt. You are getting old aren't you. You
can't even hold that egg inside yourself for even five seconds." My client
walking away and slipping the key card into the slit. The green light
flashing and the handle slipping down to let him inside. Trembling as I stand
flatfooted and await my fate; for losing the egg will bring a response that
most likely will be painful.
Returning to the hallway a crop in hand, slap it against his leg as he
walks up to me. Using the tip of it to again tease and arouse my flesh.
Bringing me to the edge with touches and soft caresses, as I tremble in
place, my body so close to an orgasm. Then a scream ripped from my throat, as
the crop strikes with force on my leg nipple. The sound of it against the
metal loud in the almost empty hallway. The next hard stroke pulling on
the chain looping the clover clamps together and the clamps biting hard into
my nipples, as I groan loudly and bend forward. The crop now moving
quickly again finding one and then another sensitive and defenseless spot. The
pleasure of minutes ago lost as he rains a barrage of blow on every part of
my body as I cower unable to protect myself.
And needless to say, the painful blows are a full edged sword, as they
bruise my flesh; but also stimulate it. Under the pain is a layer of
pleasure not quite able to build in me; but just on the edge of sensation. His
harsh breathing attesting to the force and speed of his blows. My body
flinching as he swings the crop again and again but doesn't connect. A sheen
of sweat on my skin in spite of the coolness of the hall from the air
conditioning.
"Now my dear, you will retrieve that egg and you will off it to me and
apologize for dropping it. Do you understand you stupid cow? And you
will not use your hands in the retrieval. Now I want you to bring it to me."
The awkward baby steps because of the close ankle chain causing me to
slowly move to the egg almost to the far end of the penthouse corridor.
Finally, with effort making it to the spot and struggling to squat and kneel,
lowering my head to pick up the slick egg with my mouth. I can hear the
vibration of the metal oval as my lips open and.......the crop strikes the
small oval like a polo ball and sends it back behind me to stop in front of
the elevator. Then a slap between my legs startling me and falling to the
floor on my side.
"Now you need to crawl after the egg girl, are you getting tired, are
you ready to give in?" The crop slapping at my body till I start inching
my way across the floor to the elevator. My nipples rubbing on the floor as
I scuttle like a crab/snail till I am laying next to the egg, then
following it slowly till I can suck it into my mouth like I was bobbing for
apples. Not able to stand up, but crawling to a wall and leaning against it as I
slowly brace myself and force myself into a standing position. Breathing
heavy as I finally short step to Mr. Nachtwald and offer the egg to him,
dumping the slick toy into his open hand.
His hand grabbing the leash and leading me into the penthouse suite.
The suite much the same as five years ago when he had brought me here after
an Opera. Shuffling behind him, naked and sore and tired. The night
already long.
"This is Hans, he works for me Raven." Hans having that Teutonic
look, Tall, short cropped blonde hair, stocky of built. His face stern as he
nods in acknowledgement to meeting me. Not sure that I present a very
attractive presence, as I stand naked and bound in front of him.
"Take her to the shower and hose her down." Hans, taking the lease
and leading me to a smaller bathroom, other then that for the master bedroom.
Standing meekly waiting as he rolls up the sleeves of his white shirt
exposing brawny forearms. Reaching in for the flexible shower hose and
turning on the water to spray me with the initial blast of water which is cold.
Huddling, shivering as I stand open to the blast of water, eyes closed as
he pounds my body with the full force of the icy needles.
His face not reflecting any emotion as he turns it to a warmer and
then hotter setting. The pellets of water spraying off the shower walls, as
he focuses the spray and pounds each inch of my flesh. His only words,
"open your legs wide, bend over." As he forces the water into my openings,
washing out the scum of the motel room better then I did in the nasty shower a
the motel. His focusing on my vagina and rectum, a douche and enema,
washing anything left in my body out. Even though it was not reflected in his
words or face or body, the shower as torment and humiliation as he
dispassionately scrubs the filth from my body.
"Shake like a dog, bitch." His words not venting any humor as I try
to shake the droplets of water from my body and hair. Stepping out to his
beckoning hand and feeling his strong fingers working the rough towel over
my body. Not drying me in any sexual way; but in a very efficient manner.
Following his lead back to where my client is sitting his coat and tie off
now.
The weight of Hans hands on my shoulder, pushing me to my knees in
front of Mr. Nachwald. Looking at him as he opens his trousers, and places
his semi erect cock to my lips. Opening my mouth, wetting my lips as he
pulls my head forward and my lips seal around it and begin suckling as he using
my wet hair to fuck his cock. The blood engorging it to a steely hard
core as he talks with Hans, as he gives himself oral sex with my mouth.
The head swelling and bursting, An eruption of cream coating the
inside of my mouth and slipping down my throat as I suck at the knob, drawing
the white cream from the hard man pipe. No gasp or grunt, or tensing of his
body as he empties his balls into my mouth and stomach. Then pulling his
softening cock out for my to suckle the tip and clean it as he slowly milks
his fingers around the shaft. Just a vessel to deposit his seed.
Hans pulling me up as I struggle to stand and leading me to what will
be my place of repose for the night. A corner of the main room set up with
a low table and an apparatus that the function of is quite apparent. Mr.
Nachtwald not in sight as my hands and legs are affixed to the low table.
Hans busy making sure my positioning is just right, strapping my mid
section to the table also.
Then moving the apparatus into position and using a thick glob of
lubricant, coating the outside and inside of my pussy. The realistic dildo in
the shape of a thick erect phallus, placed at the entrance to my pussy and
manually inserted into my oily flesh. The thick cock filling my entrance,
spreading my lips as Hans pushes it deep and makes more adjustments. Then
manually working the piston a couple of time to insure that it is working
properly.
Standing back and then pressing the control for the machine. The long
thick ersatz prick burying in my tunnel and then coming back out till it
is just at the entrance, head still inside of me. His eyes watching the
fuck machine as he again fills my tunnel and then backs out. The long slow
strokes, not uncomfortable and a soothing rhythm as I lay back and look up at
this man. Not visible reaction to the machine taking my body. His eyes
focused on the machine then looking at me and my reaction.
"Does it hurt, feel uncomfortable?" His words not concern, but those
of a man making sure everything is as it should be. "It feels right." My
words not showing excitement or pleasure, as I stare back at the man.
"It will be a long night Raven. You heard what Mr Nachtwald's
instructions were to me. If you feel pain and are being physically hurt you are
to press the button in your hand and it will wake me, or you might call me
vocally if you can't press the button. If you wake me with your noise and
something is not wrong, I will increase the speed and maybe size. If you
want it to stop, you will inform me that you want to give Mr. Nachtwald your
"safeword". I might come out and adjust thing during the night if I wake
up. Any questions?"
Shaking my head, as I wet my lips. Hans bringing me some water and
tipping it into my mouth and letting me sip a few times. The walking to look
closely at the movement of the machine and the insertion into my body.
Leaving the wired remote by the machine after speeding up the piston
slightly. Taking the wireless remote into the guest bedroom where I expect he is
sleeping.
The room darkened and I am left with the soft rhythm of the machine
slowly stroking the phallus into my body. The strokes like those of a
patient kind lover. The size of the phallus a bit thicker and longer then I
would say a normal man's; but not uncomfortable.
I know it is after 1 AM as I saw a grandfather clock counting the
seconds away. I have never had a man fuck me for five straight hours or more.
I don't know what is considered morning here and when this machine will
finish.
My cunt expanding and closing as the shaft works in and out of my
body. Closing my eyes and thinking in terms of a man using my body, not some
cock on the end of a metal piston. Finding it more pleasurable as I think
of a lover in the dark. My walls seeping my grease to add to the lube
already in my body and on the shaft. Controlling my moans as I so want to hump
to the phallus, feeling a long slow soft orgasm take my body and then as
the minutes move on another longer one as I clench on my lover. Still a soft
love session as the shaft continues to explore my cunt. The long slow
strokes massaging my insides.
My body jerking as I feel the machine speed up, the cock pumping in
and out quickly now. A moan building in my throat, as the sudden change of
pace has my body rocking into the hard shaft. Above the internal moans
trapped behind my closed lips, I can hear the dull thump of the cock thrusting
and the wet suction of my cunt around it as it pulls free. The steady
rhythm had kept me in a semi awake state, and comfortable with continuous
pleasure. Now the speed of the thrusts have awakened my body and I can feel a
slow buildup in my core as the nerve endings are shooting jolts of pleasure.
My nipples hard and thrusting proudly into the almost darkness of the
room. The AC kicking in and washing the cool air over the already engorged
nubs.
My legs trembling as I focus my mind on the impending orgasm. Eyes
closed as I picture in my mind a meeting of two bodies and all the hot sweaty
sex that goes with it. My ass cheeks clenching as I try to raise my hips
up off of the low table.
Then a groan of frustration as the thrusting slows and stops all
together. My eyes opening and seeing the dark silhouette against the doorway of
the guest room. My good friend Hans is watching, has been watching,
listening. His form stepping closer. His hand finding my thigh and dragging up
my thigh to my stomach and then breast. His fingers closing on the turgid
tip and the hard pads, pressing and squeezing, compressing the sensitive
end. My lips breaking their silence with a low moan as he kneels alongside
of me. The pressure of his fingers firmly clamped on my nipple and the
pulling it from my chest and twisting it slowly. Another moan of pain and
pleasure.
A soft harsh laugh as he whispers into my ear. "Raven, you are so
close aren't you girl. You think this is all about pleasuring you. No. It
is about conditioning you girl." His tongue licking along the side of my
neck, flicking gently on the soft delicate flesh, as his fingers continue to
mash my left nipple. Then a whimper as his other hand has now found my
folds and is massaging the small button of my clitoris. My body quivering to
his touch, being played like a musical instrument as the pain and pleasure
alternate and interweave. The flesh of my stomach rippling like grass
blowing before the wind.
Thighs tenses and hips turned up and lifting to her finger on my clit.
My body rising and falling as I try to rub on his finger with my
throbbing clit. "Bastard, you fucking bastard." My voice with a treble of
frustration as I am so close. His fingers releasing the my flesh. As he turns on
a low night light.
His body now visible. The smile like his boss, on his lips; but not
touching his eyes. The muscles rippling on his arms and chest. His man
nipples hard. The scent of his body strong in the cool air of the room. His
lower body out of sight of my eyes as I lay looking up at him. His fingers
now teasing my stomach. His warm breath blowing over the diamond like
tips of my nipples, causing my body to pull on the bindings. Soft touches
arousing me close, always close; but not enough to go over the top.
"Are you ready for a nice hard cum Raven?" His question soft and low.
Nodding my head, assenting. "NO. I want you to ask me, to beg me to let
you come girl." His fingers like a pianist as he works the nerve endings
from my head to my lower body and thighs. Not wanting to have to ask him
for anything; but my body not cooperating as I twist and turn on the table.
Not able to escape his touch.
Sweat breaking out on my body as the piston starts up again very slow.
The strokes long and slow as I pull hard at my bonds. My lips trembling
as I clamp my mouth closed hard. Eyes wide as the dildo plummets my
insides and pulls free in an agonizing slowness.
"Please Hans," my lips dry as I close my eyes and ask. "Please give
me this cum, I am so close." The stroke of the piston like a drum as it
pounds into my pussy with precision. My words spilling from my mouth now as
his finger presses on my clit, the short nail raking over the warm
throbbing button. My moans in between my words rising in octaves an loud in my
ears, as I tug and pull on the bindings.
"Bastard, bastard, fucking bastard. Please, my fucking gawd, please
fuck me and give me a cum." The smell of my sex and sweat merging as I lay
wet and leaking my juices from my cunt onto my labia and thighs and a
puddle where my ass sets on the table.
Hans standing up and seeing the bulge of his hardness against the
light sleep pants. His fingers pulling on the draw strings and letting them
drop as he steps out of them. His long thick shaft, uncut; but sporting an
angry knot of flesh. Watching as he stops the machine, moves it out of the
way and then doing a pushup, lowering his body onto mine and his thick
head, parting my lips and sliding into the velvety wetness of my needy cunt.
My walls convulsing around his cock in a violent grasp. Hissing as the cock
is buried to the base. Then his body tensing, drawing himself up and out
and then back inside of my molten flesh. A few more strokes and my lower
body is convulsing around his prick coating it with my slime as the walls
squeeze and clench. Body shuddering with a long hard release as he continues
to pound deep and hard long after I have cum and lay helpless under his.
A quick grunt the only sound as he spill his seed deep in my cunt,
coating my walls and the opening to my womb with his thick white cream. It is
probably only me; but I swear I can feel that head swelling and spitting
the seed in rifle shots. Pushing himself up and to his feet then leaning to
wipe his cum on my mouth and face, coating me with his and mine grease
juices. Then a sip of water and another.
My body still coming down from my sharp release, and feeling
lightheaded as I feel him move the damnable machine back into place and the piston
drives the battering ram into my cunt with a wet squishy sound. Hans
watches for a minute or so and then turning off the light returns to his room and
I return to fucking darkness. The prick never faltering as it assails my
tunnel.
My body becoming immune to the unending strokes forcing their way
into my open tunnel. The early pleasure of the false cock, now a dull
uncomfortable feeling. The darkness dragging into an unending night. Not able to
block the steady fucking from my mind, not able to sleep as each stroke
rocks my body and jolts my dozing mind awake.
At one point counting the strokes like an exercise routine. No
respite as the exercise goes past the point of my consent. The only variation in
the steady ticking of the cock in my cunt, is a time frame when Hans must
have woke up and sped of the frequency of the piston.
My cunt swollen and bruised and numb as I watch light slowly creeping
over the ceiling and walls. My time driven by each stroke that violates my
body. So tired and sore as I try to focus on things in the room rather
then the steady pounding of my pussy.
The damp moisture between my legs sticky cream beaten into a froth
inside of me and then suctioned out to pool in the nest formed by my thighs
and ass cheeks. A couple of small taken orgasms during the long night; but
mostly the boredom. Feeling the lubrication become lest viscious as my
walls are not adding to the moisture anymore as it is broken down inside of my
body. The shaft not sliding slickly into my hole; but forcing the walls
open. The dry fuck in the future if I can't produce lube or Hans doesn't add
more to the mixture.
I know that it will be a long day, maybe not as long as this night;
but a long painful day and that my cunt will be used in this time period. I
just hope that it is not too badly bruised already. Thinking about pleasure
and erotic situations in my past; rather then the present and what is
possible in the near future.
An audible sigh as I hear movement in Hans room. My legs and arms
cramping as they did during the night. So needing to be freed and away from
this infernal machine. If I lift my head I can see the cock driving into my
pussy, my fat cunt lips splitting and a bulge in my mound as it fills my
cunt.
Head lifting again, as I hear the door open to Hans room and he steps
out. Stretching and walking past me to the kitchenette and starting a pot
of coffee. Ignoring me as he sits down and turns on the morning news. The
sound mute, almost inaudible in the room. Then as turning it off and
making himself a cup of fresh brewed coffee. Bringing it over and standing
looking down at me as I lay spread and well used on the low table.
Setting down his cup on the floor and then kneeling to stop the piston
and slip the ersatz cock from my cunt. His fingers touching the swollen
lips and my body jerking as the bruised lips are pulled and pinched in his
strong fingers. One finger again rubbing on my clit and feeling a bit of
pleasure at his delicate touch; but also the dull aching pain of his fingers
on my cunt lips. Wishing they were numb as they throb. My walls sore as
he inserts a couple of fat fingers into my body. Writhing on the table to
escape his probing digits. Biting my lower lip to keep from groaning and
begging him to stop.
Then thanking him as he unbinds my legs and arms, his hands helping me
to an upright position as I sit on the table. No modestly to shield my
body as I slump unmoving, legs spread wide, so as not to force the swollen
labia against each other.
Thanking Hans again as he brings me a bottle of water and a jar of
aloe cream. Not needing to ask what it is for as I can feel the sore dry
flesh as my fingers gingers apply the cream to my cunt lips. It is soothing
and takes the ache to a dull soreness. The water thirstily being swallowed
as I can feel my stomach roiling with the sudden influx of liquid.
Sitting tired and mentally and emotionally worn down. Not even sure
how my body feels at the moment. A cup of coffee warming my hands as the AC
is again blowing across my naked body. In addition to whatever else I
take from this weekend, I think I may end up with a cold. Smiling ruefully as
I sip the coffee and wait for the next bit of attention.
Mr Nachtwald stepping from his master bedroom in a robe and silk
pajamas. Looking at me and beckoning me over to the easy chair he is sitting
in. Standing up and taking a step. "Crawl to me Raven." Slipping down to
me knees and crawling slowly over to him, feeling the fat cunt lips rubbing
as I move each of my legs. My lower body so uncomfortable. as I kneel to
the side of him. Him reading the newspaper and drinking coffee, ignoring
me as I kneel obediently as a dog heeling to its master.
A knock on the door of the suite and Hans answering it, stepping aside
to let a breakfast cart be pushed into the room. My eyes watching as the
woman pushing the cart spots me and flushes and looks at my nakedness. My
nipples thrusting proudly from my chest and my thighs parted exposing the
fat swollen red cunt lips. The catch of breath enough to know she is
shocked; but not words other then explain what is on the cart to Hans.
The woman hurrying out of the room and most likely going to tell all
of her friends what she has seen. Wondering if she recognized me from past
times in the hotel and what she felt as she looked at me. Shame, horror,
jealousy. Most likely not jealousy; but maybe a tingle of pleasure at the
thought of being me.
Looking up to my client as he lifts my chin and breaks off and feeds
me a piece of a sweet roll. Chewing it obediently and swallowing. Then
being fed more as Mr. Nachtwald enjoys the repast set out on the cart.
"My dear, we are going to go on a day trip that I think you will
enjoy. You did enjoy our little night trip down memory lane for you?" His
irony not lost on me as I am sent off to the spare bathroom to freshen up after
being given a bowl of cereal to eat from the floor and a bowl of mixed
fruit in juices to eat and lap up like a pet. Being sent to the bathroom to
freshen up and relieve myself. Sitting on the bowl looking up at Hans isn't
very conducive to having to go to the bathroom.
Slipping on my dress one more time to look presentable as we walk
through the lobby. My leather cuffs safely held by Hans for when we are out of
this public place. My hair combed back and no makeup or jewelry other
then the small gold cross around my neck. Not looking to either side as my
client takes my arm and leads me to the waiting limo. Hans joining us in the
back, as we drive east.
Slipping my dress off as I kneel in the back and the leather cuffs on
my ankles and wrists and collar replaced as my attire. A leather leash
attached to the collar as my arms are behind me, held by a short length of
chain to the cuffs and a little longer one to my ankles to allow me to shuffle.
Feeling my hair gathered together in back and a leather thong holding
it in a ponytail. My head lifted up and feeling the sting of a hand
slapping across my breasts and nipples, as I stare up at the ceiling. The hand
slamming into the small mounds again and again and then feeling a crop used
in place of the hand, the quick sting more closely localizing the attack..
The end of the crop striking nipples and labia and clitoris. Occasional
strokes on the stomach and inside of my thighs and then tiring, the crop
passed to Hans who now works it over my and ass cheeks and thighs with a swat
coming from the floor to splat wetly between my legs.
The still swollen flesh, again weeping some of my moisture onto the
end of the crop as it swats and pushes into my pussy and ass. The first
attention of the morning enough to arouse me to the pain and pleasure; but not
enough to make me cry out. Eyes defiant as I look at my client. Daring
him to be able to make me moan or scream.
The big car slowing at a private estate on 22A. Not hearing as the
chauffeur speaks into a security system and the large steel gate swing open
to admit us. The men no longer teasing me with the crop as I kneel between
them on the floor. The road paved and open fields on either side as we
head to what I would call a stately manor. This part of Dutchess County is
known for its large estates and farms. Many well known celebrities living in
the beautiful and mostly undeveloped country out this way.
As we pull up to the house, Mr Nachtwald steps out and then Hans,
holding onto my leash. Head down as I stand totally naked as introductions are
made and then a woman comes over and takes my leash and leads me
wordlessly to a caged walkway running along the side of the house. Meekly following
the young woman as my client walks into the main door of the manor.
Not at all sure what this place is or what is the intent; but just
following. Finally a series of cages alongside of the building in which I can
see two other naked women, younger then me by quite a bit. And then taken
to a small building attached to the "human kennel." At least that is the
way I feel about the caged and the run alongside the house.
Stepping into the building and into what looks like an examination
room. Looking quizzically at the woman who brought me here and feeling her
taking off the chains holding my arms behind my back and the one at my
ankles. The woman walking around me looking me up and down and then instructing
me to stand in place.
Another woman in a white coat coming in and not speaking but again
inspecting me visually and then taking vitals, of blood pressure weighing and
measuring my height, and temperature as if I was having a doctor's
examination. Listening to my heart and lungs as I cough and hold my breath.
"Sit down, we are going to take a blood sample and then I will do some
more examination of your body." No explanation of what is going on as she
takes vials of blood and feeling her hand palpitate my breasts and lower
pubic area and then having me lay back and check my genitals thoroughly,
outside and inside.
"Obviously you have been trained lately, and the extreme swelling of
your labia are the result of what my dear girl?" Nodding her head as I
explain the my night with my "relentless lover." No reaction other then to
take some salve and rub it over the swollen and bruised lips and nipples.
"Depending on your blood work, that we are running, we will certify
you as fit." Curious; but not asking any questions. Then taking a glass of
creamy white liquid and drinking it slowly, the thickness of the cream, not
quite that of a shake; but liquid warm and tasting a bit salty. Using
water to wash it down and then taking a pill and washing that down also.
Not sure what to expect as I am led back to the kennels. And put into
a cage with a bowl of water on the floor and a mat in one corner. The mat
looking so appealing as I am tired and just want to get some sleep.
"Stand there." The command from the woman in charge of my direction at the
moment. She leaves and returns with a leather flail and plugs in an electric
vibrator.
"Spread your legs shoulder length, hands at your sides." Her words
unemotional as she takes the flail and lightly works the leather strips over
my body. The blows not hard enough to leave marks; but hard enough to
cause my body to flush with a redness as the leather has snapped in delicate
and tender spots with consistent aim.
My heart rate increasing and taking long controlled breaths as I try
to stand stoically against the onslaught. The stings biting into my nipples
and labia and clitoris, causing pain and pleasure. Eyes wide awake now
as the woman finishes with the flail and then takes up the electric wand.
My eyes dropping to the vibrating head as the woman moves close and places
it against my tummy. The pulsing soothing as I feel her rolling it back and
forth and then higher, till it is jiggling the flesh of my left breast.
My breathing catching as the wand touches my nipple and I partially bite
back a moan. Eyes closing as the vibrator circling and varies in speed over
one nipple then the other.
My body shaking like a leaf in a wind storm as she moves it from my
nipples to my open thighs and then around the soft swell of my mound. My
thighs tense as she deftly moves it closer to my puffy labia and then runs it
up and down the sensitive flesh. My moan of pleasure escaping regularly as
she works my body then pulls back. Hands trembling at my sides. My chest
heaving in long drawn out breaths as I am not able now to contain the
sounds drawn from deep inside of me.
My whole body shaking and knees bending as she presses the round head
against my pearl and the pattern of vibrations have me so close. Teasing
me with a few seconds of pressure, then nothing, then another few. Building
a pressure cooker of sensation in my core. My cunt seeping my strong
musky smell of arousal. My cunt lips glistening with my grease. My clit
pressing against the round head, leaning into it if she pulls away. Whimpering
softly with need as I stand helplessly past the point of caring and just
noticing the men watching my helpless response to the woman's attention.
Nodding to herself and stepping away from me as I continue to shake
and tremble in place. My moans, still escaping as my body slowly relaxes,
eyes opening to look on my audience. The other girls in the kennels looking
at me and a smile on one of their faces. My control totally in the hands
of whoever tells me what to do next.
"She seems so needy. Shall we take her into the house or have her
done here?' My eyes focusing on a man dressed in a green polo shirt and
khakis just like the woman that had been handling me. My eyes going to the logo
and wording over his left pocket, "Well Bred Farms, Inc."
The man looking at an older gentleman and waiting for the answer. "We
are all here right now and what better place." His eyes looking at me,
judging it seems and then nodding to the man who walks away from the group.
"Other then being older then most we have here, she is in good shape.
Blood work is fine. I think she will provide wonderful sport for the
afternoon." Talking to the others as if I am not there at all.
Looking from one to the other of the group as woman returns clamps and
heavy weights hanging from them. Not clover clamps this time; but
alligator clamps. The wicked teeth looking shiny and sharp. Setting them to the
side as the woman pulls the mat from the corner of the cage and settles it
in the middle of the floor. Then setting up a tripod with camera on it.
"Do you want a table?" Her question answered with a shake of heads.
Trying not to think on what is ahead for me as the woman takes more of
the salve and rubs it on my labia and then the electric wand to tease my
nerve endings awake one more time. My eyes closing as I feel the need
building quickly, the need that hasn't been satisfied yet today. Hissing as I
stand legs spread and body trembling.
The tapping on the concrete of the kennel run, bringing my eyes open
and focusing slowly on the huge canine being led to the cage. My mouth
falling open as I see a dog that is easily weighing much more then my 145
pounds.
The behemoth of a dog, whining and pulling on his leash, great nose
sniffing nosily at the air. My eyes shifting to Mr. Nachtwald and then to
the others in the group. The buzz of wand shut off and I can hear my own
heavy breathing as I look with disbelief to my client. His smile pasted on
his face as he and the others look on.
The older gentleman, who seems to be in charge, stepping forward to
pet the huge head of the dog. "This is El Cid my dear girl. He weighs about
220 pounds and his breeding organ is about 9 1/4 long. Mr. Nachtwald
tells us that you want to be bred for him by this fine specimen of Spanish
Mastiff." His questioning look going from me to my client. "Is that correct?
You consent?"
The woman's hand is on my back and stroking my flank as one might a
balky animal. Finally after long seconds, "yes Sir. I want to be bred."
So, not wanting to say those words; but so not wanting to use my "safeword."
The woman pulling me to the side as the man leads the monster into the
cage, the space quickly cramped as the huge dog stands and growls. The
small hair on my body rising up and a shiver quivers under my skin.
The woman's hand easing me to the floor. "Now give him a nice suck.
He likes that attention." The woman kneeling next to me as I lower my head
and look under the heavy coat of fur and see the pink tip of his penis. A
sharp command from the man and the dog stops fidgeting. Taking my hand
and reaching to the red tip and feeling the warmth; but the slimey feel of
the end of the cock. The woman's hand moving to knowingly stroke at the
sheath and more of the red shaft emerges. "Now lick it." Bending my head and
smelling strong scent of the fur as my tongue touches the slick shaft and
swipes over and around it. Feeling the shaft extending and the red
transparent skin, showing the red veins as I grasp the end and trying not to look
as I tilt it to take it in my mouth. Lips sealing over the dog cock.
Feeling my cunt walls and lips weeping my moisture from the affect of
the wand and shivering, maybe from what I am doing. Not even trying to
imagine the view I am giving the audience or the camera as I crouch under the
huge animal.
"That is enough." The woman indicating that the man pull the dog
back, a growl again issuing from the throat. Then pulling me to the middle of
the mat and slapping my legs wide as I kneel on all fours in front of the
huge canine. The swipe of his tongue actually jerking me upright as I feel
the long flexible muscle slide over my fat cunt lips. The nose between my
thighs, sniffing and snorting as the tongue explores deeper as the woman
pushes me back elbows on the floor.
The giant furry head buried between my legs, forcing my thighs further
apart as the tongue laps deeper into my cunt. Moaning and writhing as it
swipes again and again the wet walls, insinuating the fleshy tongue against
the exposed clit. My whole body trembling with sensation as they tongue
swipes one more time. Not even feeling the sensation of the clamps
attaching to my hard nipples, till the teeth bite deep as she drops the weight, to
tighten the teeth and pull my small breasts to downward. Groaning with the
pain as they dig into my rubbery nipples and puncture the skin with the
sharpness of the teeth. Eyes closing as I shake my chest in pain only to
cause the teeth to bite deeper.
This is not my experience with K9 as it is so called. The slimey cock
head slipping between my warm thighs and grasped by the woman alongside of
me and then aimed into the fat lips of my cunt. A low moan as the long
shaft fills my tunnel. The dog walking up behind me, guided into my cunt.
The shaft now swelling, thickening as it pushes my walls apart. Feeling the
fullness of the thick cock and then the pistoning haunches of the big dog
as he drops onto my back, almost collapsing my arms. Grunting to
physically stay upright as the paws now grip my waist and the back of the dog
shaking as he shoves the cock deeper into my wet cunt. Crying out and a loud
scream as the tip pushes at the entrance to my womb. Eyes rolling back in my
head, as I whimper and rock on all fours. The dog fucking his bitch hard.
His growls and panting in my ear. His strong fetid breath warm against my
face and wet sloppy drool falling onto my back and hair as he rides me
like he would a canine bitch.
The knob pushing at my already swollen and sore cunt lips and forcing
them further apart as he jams the thick ball of flesh against the entrance
to my cunt. Sweating beading my body as he pounds hard and I just fight
not to be pushed into the concrete floor of the cage. I can hear voices;
but not understand what they are saying, as a roar fills my head and red
flashes behind my eyes. Strands of drool hang dangling to the floor from my
mouth as I try to breathe and maintain my balance. Time not having meaning
has his cock takes a hundred, a thousand, a million strokes into my body.
My cunt never having filled this full and the slick head of his cock pushing
into my womb. The uncomfortable feeling worse as my walls grasps the cock
and then contracts hard again and again and again on the dog cock.
My mouth opening in a long low whimper of fulfillment as I cum hard on
the dog cock, my orgasm massaging his shaft, whole body shuddering. Eyes
rollling up again in my head as I feel his cock swelling more and dumping
his load of seed into his bitch. The seed spewing deep into my womb.
My cunt again worshiping his cock with a hard spasm of clenching
walls. The woman half supporting me as I feel the dog shifting and now we are
back to back and grunting hard as his knot breaks the grip with my cunt.
The think dog cum spilling out of my gaped cunt in a stream of thin seed.
A stinging slap on my ass, "hold that seed in you bitch." The woman
slapping my ass again hard. My legs trying to close and hold the dog seed
in my bitch cunt; but more slips free as I kneel quivering like a well used
bitch.
My ears ringing still as I can't focus, my world just the bruised
insides of my cunt, as I shake and rock on all fours. A loud scream of release
as I feel fingers raking over my clit and taking a hard cum from my weak
body. Falling to the side as I writhe around on the floor, the puddle of
cum coating my body, as the orgasm is long and hard. Curling up in a fetal
position; but quickly slapped back to awareness, as the woman slaps her hand
across my facial cheeks and breaks an ammonia inhalant under my nose.
Glazed eyes focusing and becoming aware of the soreness between my legs, and
then screaming as she opens the alligator clips and sensation fills my
nipples once again.
"Go clean your master girl." Trying to thin and then seeing the huge.
Crawling over to him and lower my head to lick at his pink tipped cock,
still not sheathed again. Tasting his cum and my cunt on his cock as I rub
my face into his underside.
Then crawling back at the woman's command and licking at the puddle of
seed on the floor of the cell. Not questioning; just responding to the
commands. My hands reaching to my breasts; but slapped away as I am told to
look up. My eyes finding the half circle of people staring at me, as I
kneel helpless and open. The red light of the camera staring me in the eyes.
My labia feeling swollen and sore as I kneel and watch the audience
walk back into the building. The huge dog, my master El Cid also taken from
the cage to leave me alone with this woman, who seems to be my keeper.
A bowl of water and one of the thick cream my substance as lick
greedily at the water, my lips so dry and my mouth tasting of cunt and cum. The
woman looking at me and taking a sponge, wiping my face clean of the cum
and then my breasts of the droplets of red from the pinpricks around each
nipple. Then as I lay on my back, legs spread, she wipes my labia clean and
coats it with the soothing salve. Feeling myself being groomed like the
bitch dog I just was.
"May I rest?" My question greeted with a shake of her head as she
walks me up and down the kennel run. The leash tugging as my neck collar, as
I try to keep up her pace. My arms again hooked behind me and my ankles on
a short chain that lets me shuffle my feet to try to keep up.
As soothing as the salve is on my labia, I can feel dog cum running
out of my body as my body spasms a few times internally as I am walked. My
puffy lips feeling so full and uncomfortable as they rub on each other with
each step. And deep in my cunt, my womb is aching from the dog bone
pressing into the opening.
Having to concentrate as I am so tired and weak and weary; as I follow
this woman. Not seeing any sympathy from the two younger, now three in
cages. Most likely my fate is theirs also or has already been their fate.
Allowed to squat in the corner of the dog run where there is a drain and
piss like a dog in the open. Feeling the urine wetting my legs, and then
sprayed down with a hose.
Not thinking about what has happened or what will happen next; but
just trying to keep moving and not earn another slap from my jailor. As I
step into my cage, the woman instructs me to stand up against the wiring and
then uses clamps on both of my breasts, clover leaf one jointed with a chain
through the wires to keep me standing upright. Leaning on the wires and
closing my eyes as I wearily stand waiting. The snap of a crop on my nipple
bringing me to an awake state and leaning away from the next slap and
feeling the pain in my nipples as the clover clamps tighten on the tender
flesh. Screaming with the intense pain and surprise.
Feeling the tip of the crop rubbing my swollen cunt lips and sinking
between to jab into my tunnel. Fighting the urge to cry out as the think
shaft plies the folds of my pussy. Then jabbing at my pearl and then slaps
again on my nipples. This time not moving away from the wires and taking
the abuse.
Fighting the pain and the pleasure as I force myself to stand tight
again the squares of wire. Breathing hard, almost panting like a bitch as
the crop snaps again and again against my bruised nipples and labia. I can
feel my juices oozing from my vagina and wetting my cunt lips and thighs.
The scent of my musk wafting tantalizingly. Hands behind my back twisting
and clenching as I feel another orgasm building deep in my core. Whimpering
as my body trembles with need.
Dispassionately, the woman playing my body like a musical instrument,
evoking a series of tones and notes from my pursed lips. Feeling my
calves cramping as I wearily lean against the cage wall and try to keep from
falling.
A bottle of water pushed between the open metal patchwork and the cool
moisture wetting my lips and quenching some of the heat in my throat. The
chain taken from the nipples clamps and freeing my body freed to move to
the entrance of the cage one more time.
The lead hooked to my collar and following obediently as we walk from
the kennel to a barn like building. My client and a grouping similar to
before walking from the main house to the structure. Feeling so vulnerable
and naked as I shuffle behind my keeper. The open fields belying the
freedom that I no long possess.
Eyes taking in the blue sky and lush woods and pastureland extending
into the distance. That this is a working farm attested to by the livestock
in the distance, grazing peacefully and the horses running around a
corralled area. A distance gunshot reminding me that this is also the part of
the county that is home to private hunting.
A slight incline and stepping bare foot into the darkness of the barn
door opening. My eyes blinking and slowly adjusting as we move from the
bright sunshine to the shade of the building. A we stand at the entrance a
loud bark breaks the stillness and I see a series of dog cages, spacious
and each holding a canine occupant. A number of the animals standing and
growling softly as we move past them.
The pungent musk of my arousal stirring the kennel as I see the dogs
of all breeds pink cock tips extending from their sheaths. My heart beating
faster as we pause and the woman looks around, letting my bitch scent
further arouse the multitude of canines. Fearfully looking from one to the
other of the pens. German Shepard, Mastiff, Rotti, Lab, Beagle, Pit Bull,
and other breeds I can't identify. Not sure what the next hour will bring as
we resume our shuffle past the kennels and come to more traditional stalls
for housing horses.
The dogs making a clamor to echo through the spacious barn as we
continue to move to the back of the barn and finally stop. My eyes taking in
the assortment of chains and items of bondage and torture lining the walls
and floor filling the space of what would normally be the tack room.
A rope lowered from the ceiling and attached to my wrist chain and
then pulled up to the ceiling again. My arms pulled up behind me, bending my
upper body to the floor. My legs spreading apart to keep myself stable and
teetering till the ankle chain is removed and I open my stance more.
That my ass cheeks are prominently displayed in this stance and even
though my legs are free, my stance provides easy access to view or use my
swollen labia. My breasts and nipples pointed to the floor and a weight
added to each clamp, stretching the rubbery flesh even more as I feeling tears
wetting my eyes as I am forced to look at the wooden floor beneath my feet.
A flogger warming my ass as the woman works the ample skin of my
exposed cheeks and the backs of my thighs. The strokes measured and sure,
testifying to her skill with this item. Eyes closed as I try to control my
breathing through exercises, controlling the pain/pleasure as my skin is now
stinging and warm and flushed as each strokes overlaps the next to bring the
tint of my skin to a rosy red.
My controlled breathing now steady panting as a sheen of sweat rises
to coat my body in the warmth of the barn. Hisses replacing the panting as
a stroke finds one of my breasts or my pubic area. My body brought to a
point where I am so close to another orgasm. Not even hearing the occasional
bark or growl of the enclosed canines, as I concentrate on the pinpoint of
pleasure, growing in my lower region, building around my core.
Mewling pleadingly as the woman has me a step from fruition and stops
her attention. My body shaking and quivering as I literally hang on the
brink of orgasm. My upper lips quivering as I fight back the need to beg her
for another stroke, to release my need to cum.
"What is your pleasure Mr Nachwald?" The question obviously to my
client somewhere behind me. My thighs squeezing trying to bring myself to a
release as I hang helpless awaiting the answer.
"You may give her a quick orgasm after she comes down a bit." A sob
of frustration as I wiggle my body. A long minute of frustration as I feel
the itch of my need, unscratched by me. Then feeling the handle of the
flogger slip between my thighs and rub on my throbbing clit. A quick stroke
over the smooth surface and my body is shaking as I struggle to keep my
feet. My cunt clenching in a hard spasm as I pull and writhe. Sobbing again
loudly as the handle leaves my pearl and the quick release is a torture of
need as I need to be touched again. I am hanging so close to a long hard
orgasm.
"Please Sir, may I have more attention. I need to cum more." Tears
welling in my eyes, as I force the words low and shaking from my lips
between pants.
"I can't hear you Raven." His voice taunting. "Please Sir may I cum
again?" My voice louder breaking as I beg. Then asking again louder as
I get no response.
"She is such a needy old bitch isn't she. Proud, but she learns to
beg with incentive. No, I don't think so Raven. You can suffer a little
more my girl." Closing my legs and squeezing on the fat greasy fullness of my
labia. Not able to reach the hot spot of my pearl as I sob, shivering like
a bitch in heat.
The laugher of those around me watching, again panting with effort and
need. My mouth dripping strings of drool to the floor. Finding just
giving up and standing still, my body continuing to move as I try to will away
my need.
"Let's move on to the next stage of this project." My head pulled up
by my hair to look into his face. Then watching as his lips work and and
sends a glob of spit on my face. "You are a needy bitch Raven. And we will
give you more of what you crave: pain, humiliation and some pleasure.
You will amuse my new friends and the young women to entertain the patrons.
A coffle of women, bare and wrist bound are let up to where I am
standing, still bent over wrists above my head. Looking at the women, my head
raised up, seeing fear in some of their eyes, and amusement in others. Not
sure how they will look at me after they have "entertained" the patrons.
My body still fevered; but able to think more clearly as I wait, not
sure what I wait for at this time. My handler, moving to the end of the
barn structure and turning on a bright overhead light, exposing a dais of wood
two feet high, surrounded by what looks to be Plexiglas walls boxing in
the dais on three sides. A series of chairs around the glass enclosure. A
ramp to walk up and then a trolly rail fitted into the center of the raised
platform. A low cart placed on the rail system as I watch, trying to
puzzle out this next scene.
My arms aching and wrist sore as they are lowered and freed. The
leash leading me up the platform and told to lie down on my back, head to the
rear wall. Arms and legs again secured by the wrist and ankles cuffs, to
the cart. And then my thighs strapped open to the sides of the cart, knees
bent to expose my inner thighs and pubic area.
I can feel the sticky wetness of my lips as my legs are pulled apart.
Lifting my head as firm padding is place under my ass and lower back,
raising my lower body and jutting my hips upward. Looking at what is
definitely a position for fucking or extreme genital abuse.
A feeling of fear and a little pleasure as I lay back and look up at
the ceiling. My cunt is oozing more of my juices as I look up at the bright
ceiling light and feel the heat of it drying the moisture collected on my
body. The coffle of girls kneeling in front of one of the row of chairs.
A cloth of water dripped into my mouth as the woman holds my as a firm
pillow is place under it. Then watching the men sit and seeing the red
light of a couple of cameras recording this tableau. The quiet of the room
deafening as I wait and then hear the heavy sound vibrating the floor of the
barn. The woman sitting by my head, stroking my face almost gently, as
the noise comes closer and I hear a gasp from a couple of the girls gathered.
Lifting my head up to see a huge horse approaching slowly up the middle of
the barn. Guided slowly and the panting and snorting of the steed now
filling the room as it is led closer. A cloth raised to the horse's nostrils
and a loud response to what was on the cloth. The horse stomping
impatiently.
My mouth working silently as I look up at the huge animal at the foot
of the ramp, then inhale the horse smell, a strong odor. My mind telling
me that this can't be happening, that they are trying to scare me. Never
having really been around horses other then at fairs and from a distance, I
have nothing to go by as to what they look like in all parts.
My legs tensing and thighs pulling on the straps to try to close my
legs and protect. Eyes wide and staring, the words on the tip of my tongue
as I feel a hand swipe between my legs and rub my juices on the nostrils of
the huge beast. The response another loud snort and throwing of its head.
Whether from my scent or some other stimuli, but scaring me into a loud
gasp of fear.
The seconds of this visual confrontation, most likely seconds; but
seeming like long minutes as I look at the horse and then the people gathered
in the seats, looking at me at eye level.
My client's face intent, serious as he is judging my reactions. His
eyes holding mind as I look directly into his. His lips mouthing words.
"Give me your safeword." Not asking; but commanding.
The horse closer now, I can feel the hot fetid breath on my body and
filling my nostrils as I look up and realized how big this beast is. The
cart held to the back of the rail, as the horse is lead carefully up the
ramp. The great head and neck above my head and past it as I look at the dark
brown muscular underside.
Quaking with fear, as I see the long legs and barrel chest poised over
me. Then feeling a warm hand against my labia. My chest heaving as the
clamps are pulled from my chest and the rush of sensation, makes my body
jerk and a quick scream escapes. Lifting my head to see what is happening.
Eyes again going wide as I watch a woman stroking what can not really be a
penis. The long thick shaft almost as thick as the woman's wrist. The
nasty looking head dark and flat, the shaft a patch work of colors as the woman
massages it and it extends further out of the sheath.
My stomach flesh rolling under my skin in terror as I look at the
blunt head and hear the nickering of the beast above me. Then closing my eyes
as the woman bends the cock head and presses it against my labia. Taking
a deep breath and feeling my teeth sinking into my lower lip as the foreign
object strokes along my swollen cunt lips. Whimpering as the horse if
urged forward and the head is pressed to my cunt lips. The thick tip pushing
my labia apart, pressing at the entrance of my cunt as my body writhes
helplessly on the cart.
Finally screaming in pure terror as the stallion rocks its cock
against my entrance and splits the walls apart. The girth expanding my cunt
walls apart as an inch and then another find purchase in my hole. My scream
more of terror then pain; as I try to shake the cock from my stretched hole.
Two men holding the horse from moving, as the woman continues to guide
the shaft. A garble of sounds escaping my mouth as the cock jiggles in a
little more. I have not felt this stretched since I had my daughter. Not
even sure how much is buried in me now, just knowing that it is painfully
uncomfortable as I rock on the cart.
My mind's eye seeing the length of the horse cock and understanding
the phrase, as I try to picture what that cock will do to my body. Wondering
with the pain if it is already tearing at the tissue of my opening.
My body tensing and then a cold sweat breaks out, my body shivering as
I feel the cock withdrawn from the entrance to my cunt. Shuddering as I
feel the folds bruised and sore as the cart is slid down the short rail so
that I am now underneath the huge cock and testicles.
The thick cock stinking of I don't even know how to define the scent,
pressing against my mouth lips and the slimey tip coating my face, as my
handler forces me to lick and tongue the nasty organ. The thick head bulging
my mouth, lips painfully pulled open in an obscene grimace as I feeling
the cock being stroked over my face and breasts.
The shaft looking like an old hose as I lay helpless and shaking half
in shock. Feeling the head being rubbed on my clit and cunt lips as the
cart is pulled back and forth. Grunting and then a loud groan, as the cock
head jerks and spews thick globs of custard like cum from the opening. My
warder, pressing the head against my cunt and feeling the glut of seed
pushing into my opening filling the tunnel with a flood of cum. The fat head
spewing more on my body as the horse hose is pushing more of the thick seed
into my mouth and coating my body with gooey cream.
Eyes watering as I choke at the backlog of cum filling my mouth and
throat like a storm gutter sewer pipe. Eyes closing at the cum fills all the
depressions of my body, eye sockets, nose, mouth, the slimy horse seed
coating me inside and out. The skanky smell and feel of the coating making my
body cringe. Sputtering and trying to spit out the clots of cream as the
stream of cum eases and stops finally. Eyes stinging as the seed oozed off
the sides of my body as I try to shake free of my bonds.
Body jerking as the woman manipulates the tip of the horse against my
upper, then lower lips. Barely aware as the huge beast is careful backed
down the ramp and off the platform. My body heaving with emotion, a warm
flush of shame and humiliation warms my face and upper chest as I lick with
my tongue around my mouth, trying to clear if of the thick cream. The taste
of the creamy drinks now identified as horse cum.
Cunt lips sore and badly bruised, as are my upper lips, feeling
swollen and distorted. A thick puddle of horse seed between my thighs, wetting
my ass cheeks and labia. My eyes looking to my client and seeing the look
of satisfaction on his face as he grins widely as his eyes move up and down
my body. Hans leering alongside of him.
My eyes slowly moving around the plastic walls and seeing the look of
fear on the faces of the girls. I am assuming they have not had the
"pleasure" of this experience........yet. My keeper scrapping the clots of cum
and feeding it to me, as a strigil would scrape sweat from one in a steam
bath.
My need to orgasm lost in the rape by the horse cock. Or did I cum
and not realize it during this ultimate humiliation. The only respect left
to me now is the "safeword" that I have protected more then I have my
virginity in all matters.
This is truly a breeding farm as I have now been bred by canine and
equine. My eyes going wide as I lay thinking as I am feed like a baby globs
of seed. I think I did see a bull in one of the far pastures. A shiver
shaking my body from head to toe as I try not to even think of what a bull
cock must be like.
A long sip of water and more splashed on my face and the cuffs
released from this cart. Aching in all of my joints as I struggle to my knees and
then with help to my feet. Feeling the stickiness of the drying horse cum
on me from hair to thighs. Guided as I walk slowly along the floor of the
vast barn structure. The growls and barks of dogs making me shrink into
the much smaller woman guiding me to the outside.
So tired and weary and sore. Aching outside and inside, as I feel the
bruised cunt lips rubbing greasily on each other. Looking down at my
body and seeing the swollen nipples fat beyond normal and darker with the
abuse of the last twenty four hours. My thighs and labia also swollen and
bruised. My skin still red from the flogging and every step a painful movement.
The brightness of the day assailing my eyes as I feel the warm sun on
my body. A deep breath inhaling my sweat and musk and the horse smell. I
doubt that there is even any trace of the canine on my body anymore, other
then the furrows from the blunt toenails marking my lower back and sides.
"May I rest Ma'am?" My question greeted with a shake of the head of
the woman who is still my handler. Standing at the double door entrance to
the barn as my client once more steps up to me. "Are you ready for a
little more entertainment Raven." Looking at him and not truly understanding
his question. That more can be done to me not registering. My mind refusing
to think on the prospect of further abuse.
Trembling as the words sink in and feeling my legs buckling as the
woman and Hans grasps my arms. A drink and then another of Gatorade helping
to replenish my fluids and electrolytes.
Moaning as I feel fingers massaging my clitoris, gently manipulating
the smooth button and in spite of the tiredness of my body, causing a
feeling of pleasure. The woman using my pearl to again arouse my body. Laughing
in uncontrolled mirth as I feel my body responding and again my musk
overriding the sweat and smell of horse as I stand trembling in the grasp of
Hans. Moaning helplessly as I undulate slowly in his firm grip, my mound
pushing on the woman's fingers. Hans hands rolling the hard tips of nipples
firmly in his crushing fingers. Hips rotating slowly, pressing on her hand
like a bitch on a cock. Eyes closed as my arousal builds again to a
fevered pitch and then the woman pulls her hand from me as my body keep pressing
to wear it was. Whimpering in frustration as my mound is seeking, needing
the tactile contact of her fingers on my clit.
"We have one more exercise for you Raven. And it is exercise. Do you
see that far windmill?" Nodding my head dumbly as I look over the fields
into the distance. "If you can reach that point, pick up an envelope that
is in a pouch in a mailbox next to it and bring it back to us then you can
keep the contents of the envelope and you may have your clothes back and we
will return you to your home. However if you don't in the time period
specified then you will suffer the consequences. We are going to give you an
hour to do this task. I would guess it sounds simple, though you are not
in great shape at present to run out there and back. But to make it more
sporting my dear Raven; we are going to sent a German Shepard to track you
and prevent you from completing the task."
My eyes going wide as I realize this a kind of a hunt they are sending
me on with me as the prey. The aches in my body letting me know that with
no other rules, it would be a hard journey. "Oh, yes this dog is trained
in scent tracking and you have a very noticeable at present. The dog will
bring take the pouch from you forcibly and bring it back to us. I would
not resist it as it will bite and nip at you till you give in to it.
"And just for a little added sport, this dog is quite the randy stud.
If he is excited I would suggest you give into his wishes as again he will
use you as a chew toy till he has his way. Do you understand what we are
saying Raven." Nodding once again as I stand naked and worn down.
The dog will be wearing a Gopro camera so that we might follow your
exploits through the fields and woods. You may use the woods if you think
they will help you return to here safely in the allotted time period." A
piece of cloth is swiped between my legs and sweating body.
"Here is a bottle of water and you have a fifteen minute lead before
the canine will be released." My hand grasping the plastic bottle and
unfettered I run straight out to the first field with a start from Hans hand
smacking my ass cheek hard.
The grass soft under my bare feet as I run hard initially to make it
to the windmill and bring back the pouch. My breath laboring quickly from
the hard day and lack of sleep. My aches and bruises, especially my swollen
cunt and lips feeling uncomfortable as the lips rub wetly against each
other. It has been many years since I run full out. Jogging has been the
extent of my recent endeavors other then a fast walk. And thinking on it as
my body is laboring, maybe I should have used a fast walk.
Not looking back, thinking I would do that once I got to the windmill
and started back. My pace slowing rapidly as I stumble a couple of times
and finally am down to a walk. Trying not to lose time as I feel my legs
screaming with exertion; but deciding not to rest even for a minute.
The windmill closer now; but still much further then I had originally
thought. Fighting to keep from looking back and seeing pursuit or seeing
my pursuer. The grass higher in this next field and the texture tickling my
legs and lower body as I see the last field is corn and hopefully will
hide me on my return from being spotted.
My breasts jiggling as I uncap my water and take a long gulp as I
move, jogging again. The windmill looming high as I set to climb a small rise
and see the spot where there is a mailbox set against one of the legs. My
breath wheezing in and out of my lungs, as they burn with the effort.
The incline not really steep but seeming to be Everest as I fight my
way to the mailbox and open it and take out the velvet pouch with the
envelope inside.
Turning to look back from the low hill to see the Mansion house and
barn structure and some people gathered at it entrance, talking, drinking
enjoying the show I guess. Closer I can see movement in the first pasture as
the dog is on the move and loose. My eyes going to the sides and seeing
that the woods on my left side is a forest of pine trees.
Not waiting to think; but making my decision to go back through the
pines and back to the barn. Quickly running down the hill stiff legged.
Skirting the field and into the darkness of the pine woods. The needles soft
under my foot pads, but pricking them occasionally as I make fairly good
time in the open spaces between trees. The scent of the pine, hopefully
hiding my scent as I run like a wood nymph, well an old one.
A feel for time not easy to judge; but it had to be about twenty
minutes when I reached the windmill. The dog was already on the way. At least
another twenty to get back as I took a straight route to the windmill.
Skirting through the forests will take longer and I don't have the energy now
to run or walk fast.
Not hearing any sounds as I move half run, half walk occasionally
stumbling as I step on a stone or prick my foot with a needle. My breathing
loud in my ears as I stop and take a breather, eyes moving to look for
movement of the dog. Knowing that if I see the canine, I have already lost as I
can not escape him, especially here, as the trees are to big to climb up.
The five minutes gave me a needed respite and I start at a fast jog
again. Veering back to my left as I haven't seen the fields recently and
hope I have not gone too deep into the woods.
Walking alongside the edge of the pine forest deep enough to see my
goal; but not to be easily seen. Saving my energy for a last run when I
clear the woods and have the one field of low grass to the barn.
The chattering of squirrels and rustling of chipmunks unnerving me as
they move through the needles and brush. The impact of the huge dog
knocking me to the ground, forcing a scream from my throat, as I land hard on the
needles. The furry animal already taking my ankle in his teeth as I try
to crawl away. The prick of pain as his teeth bite into the soft flesh and
the low growl, a command as I scramble pulling my ankle and then leg as the
canine jumps again flattening me to the ground with his weight. His
snarls spaced between the light nips and light bite of his teeth on my ass and
sides and legs and arms.
The outcome determined when he spotted me; but still trying
desperately to escape, even knowing that if I stand I won't run five feet before he
has me down again. Groaning at the quick bites as they dimple my skin with
red indents of needle like puncture. Fighting to a kneeling position and
then pressed down onto my back. My breath taken from me with the impact of
the front paws on my lower body.
Sprawled, facing the furry monster. Another scream more of fright
then pain, as his teeth nip at my breasts. Feeling the teeth dig into the
soft mounds and then almost suckle at the hard nipple as the wet mouth
releases them.
My body already coated with horse cum, now being sprayed with spittle
from the twisting head of the frothing dog. Every time I struggle, the dog
bites or nips at my body. Finally laying on my back looking up at the dog
standing on my stomach. Seeing the Gopro camera on a collar around his
neck. The white fangs of his teeth bared as he growls and snarls into my
face.
Laying motionless for long seconds and then the dog backing off of my
stomach and sniffing his cool wet snout into my mound. Whimpering as I
feel the nose blowing bubbles of moisture against the hot skin and then my
body jerking as I moan loudly with a lick of the long wet tongue on my swollen
cunt lips. As I try to pull away the dog lowers his head and bites my
belly.
Eyes closed as the dog continues to sniff and lick my skanky cunt. A
low growl building as I watch in fascinated horror as I see beneath him,
his red tip growing from the furry sheath. Whimpering more as the dog backs
up more till he is standing between my legs growling loudly. My heart
beating loudly as I look at the dog and then at his swollen organ between his
legs. My eyes closing as I slowly slip from between the dog's legs and turn
over on my stomach. Pushing my legs up and kneeling back to the dog, my
legs spreading wide as I brae with my elbows.
Offering my bitch body to my master. Another press of the wet snout
against my inner thighs and labia and then a grunt, as the dog growling
lifts up to mount it front on the back of my body. The blunt nails, digging
into my skin as I feel the burn of another set of furrows on my back and
then down my sides.
The weight bearing down on me as my head lowers to the forest floor.
The hind quarters of the dog walking forward and the tickling of the fur
against my inner thighs announcing the tip of the dog cock against my cunt
lips. A loud grunt as the cock bangs it boney cock head against my pubes and
thighs and then slides it finally into the wetness of my cunt. The paws
gripping harder at my hips, pulling his bitch back to his cock. The nasty
red organ swelling inside of me as the fullness of the cock shaft expands
in my cunt.
The hips already forcing the shaft hard and fast deep into my warm
welcoming hole. A low keen moan from my lips as the walls expand and then
sheath the cock inside of me. The swollen knot now fighting to enter my
tunnel, pressing hard against the swollen and bruised labia. The cock not as
big as the mastiff's: but easily rivaling that of a large human cock.
My head burrowing in the pine needles as the dog continues to thrust
and press his knot against my entrance and finally wedge it partially into
my body. My eyes rolling in my head as I feel the cock swelling more and my
cunt savagely contracting on the slimy shaft with hard spasms. One of my
hands pressed to my pearl and rubbing furiously at my clit as I know the
huge dog is spewing his seed deep into his bitch's cunt.
The dog's growls as he empties and twisting in my cunt till he is
facing away from me, my walls still clenching on the bestial organ. A loud wet
"pop" of sound as we separate and I can feel the thin seed escaping
between my legs and coating my cunt lips and thighs.
Kneeling trembling as my orgasm continues, in a long slow release. My
walls squeezing and forcing more of the seed from inside of me. Nipples
aching as I rock slowly from one knee to the other. Finally collapsing on a
bed of pine needles and drawing my body into a fetal position, as I
continue to rock on the ground. The dog licking at its partially sheathed cock
and then walking over to look down at me. A soft growl and then it picks up
the pouch from the ground in its mouth and trots away.
Rolling over one hand cupping my abused pubes and squeezing gently,
feeling more of the seed escaping into my fingers and hand. Forcing myself
to kneel and bringing my hand to my mouth to lick at the slick hand and
fingers. Tasting not only some of my juice and the dog seed; but also some of
my outer skin of coated horse seed as I stare at the rapidly departing
canine.
Finishing my water and walking at best I can to the barn and seeing my
client and Hans waiting form me to arrive. My body coated and again the
sun drying the sticky seed to my skin. My cunt lips still oozing more dog
cum, as I run my hand through my hair, feeling the debris of leaves and dirt
and needles from the floor of the forest.
Slumping to my knees in front of my client, totally defeated and bone
weary. His hand lifting my head to look into my eyes. Shaking my head.
Not giving in yet.
"I think you have had enough my Raven. Take her and clean her up."
My handle again attaching a leash to my collar and leading me to an outdoor
shower on the side of the barn and instructing me to wash myself as she
turns on the hard spray of water.
A long sigh of relief as the pelting drops of water, soothe and relax
the ravaged flesh of my body. Seeing the red teeth marks all over my body
as I was away scum and debris and try to do the same to my hair.
A little embarrassed as I relieve myself, not able to help it, under
the spray of the shower. My face flushing as the woman watches with no
change in her expression. Finally she turns off the water and we walk back to
the kennel run and back out to the front of the building. My Client and
Hans are standing talking to the older man from earlier.
Standing silently as they take their goodbyes. The older man walking
to me and lifting my chin. Looking into his eyes. "Raven, you have held
your own today girl. You are welcome to return here and entertain some of
our guests. Call this number if you would like to because part of our
entertainment staff." Taking the card from his hand and bowing my head. "Thank
you Sir."
The woman handler undoing the leash from my collar and releasing me to
Mr. Nachtwald. Following him into the back of the limo and Hans climbing
into close the door behind us.
Kneeling on the floor waiting form more instructions as we pull out of
the private estate. Rocking slightly as Mr. Nachtwald undoes his fly and
signals for me to suck on his engorged organ. The warm flesh hard as my
tongue licks around the tongue and then envelops his cock with my warm mouth.
His hands moving my head to give him a release and surprising a gently
skull fuck for me. Cleaning up his cock and tucking it back into his
trousers.
The ride back to the Poughkeepsie Grand Hotel uneventful as I close my
eyes and rock gently, totally tired. The dark confines soothing and cool,
and comforting that I can't see my naked body and what the damage is for
this session.
"I will be in contact with Ms Sadie as to acquiring your services
again real soon Raven. Maybe next time I can seduce you into giving me your
safeword." Climbing out and leaving me with Hans who will escort me back to
Ms. Sadies. An envelope in my hand as we pull away for the short ride back
to Ms. Sadie.
"You may dress." Slipping my clothing back on, well anyway my dress
and bolero. The rest bundled with my handbag.
"Kneel." Not balking but obeying his command. Looking up at him as
he slips his cock out of his trousers and indicates that I should suckle his
man organ. My mouth and lips and tongue feeling it stiffen more as I pay
it homage. Then looking at him as he pulls free and steps behind me.
Lifting my dress and my legs automatically spreading my legs for him. Leaning
into the seat as his cock slides between my legs and massages the swollen,
wet lips. A soft intake of breath as his thick shaft parts my labia and
fills my bruised walls. Thankful that I lube myself easily and his cock is
not rubbing against dry skin.
His strokes slow and hard as he pounds me into the cushion of the
seat. Moaning softly as I do like a rough fuck, you think. Then feeling
lifting my skirt in back and tucking it into the top of my bolero. The saliva
dripping onto my lower back and then between my ass cheeks letting me know
that he is going to take the only virgin hole I left from this session.
A thick finger working the moisture into my pucker hole, eyes closing
as I feel the thick digit fill the opening and press into the dark orifice.
Another grunt as he shoves it deeper and wiggles it in my asshole. His
cock still buried in my cunt.
Exhaling slowly as he pulls his finger from my ass and his cock from
my cunt, then lifting and pressing the blunt head into the awakened opening.
Both of us grunting in the confines of the back of the limo as he presses
the head against the ring and forces it slowly into my ass. His cunt
grease covered shaft sliding deeper and then his pubic hair rubbing on my ass
cheeks. His ball sack slapping against the inside of my thighs, as he pulls
back and then leans into my body to force it in again a little deeper.
His slow rhythm, speeding as my hole adjusts to his cock and feeling myself
being driven hard into the seat cushions again and again, till he lays on my
back and his cock empties his seed deep in my bowels.
Partially aroused as his body rubs my folds against the seat as he
jerks and erupts again and again. Finger forced into my mouth as he rides on
my back. The head swelling with each burst of cum. Tasting my ass on the
finger as I suckle it clean of my taint. Then a wet grunt as he pulls out
of my ass, slapping his cock on my ass cheeks then turning me around to
suckle his cock deep and clean it of my ass.
Wiping at the cum oozing from my gaped hole and forcing what I can out
to my hand to lick from my fingers and hand. Taking the butt plug he
hands me and forcing it easily into my ass to block the seepage.
Pulling my skirt down in back and sitting on the edge of the seat for
the rest of the ride to Ms Sadie's. Walking gingerly to her front door and
ring the bell to gain entrance. Slipping my dress off in the privacy of
her office as she documents my body in a series of camera stills. The
envelope left on her desk as she inspects my wares, her wares.
The three jokers in the envelope making it quite a profitable
twenty-four hours, if you don't count the pain/pleasure and humiliation. Finally
handing Ms Sadie the card from the gentleman at the breeding manor. She
will decide if I be leased to the estate.
My body bruising will decide what I might or might not do in the next
week as far as making money for Ms Sadie....................
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