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Story title : Journey into Degradation - Part 1 of 7

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Journey into Degradation
by In2thissht

A fictional story of a women's journey from happy 
housewife to town slut. Along the way she discovers 
strength and self-confidence, along with a huge 
capacity for sex.

Part One


I know it was my fault. I am just not sure how I got 
into this situation but here I am. I only know that 
once I became conscience of the lust, I was consumed by 
it. My very being was enflamed. I had to quench this 
thirst or I would come apart as a person. Before I get 
too far ahead of myself, an introduction is in order.

My name is Jill Mumford. I am in my late 20's. I am 
5'3'' tall and I weigh about 115 lbs. I possess an 
abundance of wild red hair that hangs in ringlets to 
the middle of my back. I have worked hard to keep my 
very sexy 36-24-36 figure. I look hot even after giving 
birth to our second child. My husband of 7 years, Ray, 
is a great guy. We were college lovers and married 
immediately after graduation. I must have gotten 
pregnant on our honeymoon since we had our first baby, 
Brenda, almost immediately. Ray Jr. followed in 2 
years. Ray, a Software Engineer, put his time in a 
large Server manufacture in Silicon Valley. 

Ray became well known in the industry as one of the 
best software troubleshooters. It was not long and 
employment offers came in. Ray accepted a particularly 
juicy offer and joined a startup company. Therefore, we 
moved to our new home here in Sunny Ridge. Ray's 
dedication to the new job requires him to travel 
extensively and he is well compensated for his 
contributions. Therefore, we live quite well. I 
consider myself a very pampered housewife. 

We became members of the Country Club, which affords 
Ray and I to be seen with the proper people. I see to 
it that my family wears the most stylish of fashions. 
However, I was bored. I felt empty whenever Ray was out 
of town. I thought that if I became involved with 
charity work it would fill the void caused by Ray's 
travel. It was at one of these charity functions where 
I first met the Giovanni's. 

As they entered the Country Club, I was immediately 
struck at how beautiful they were as a couple. I made 
sure to meet these two new comers. As it turned out, 
Sue and Ken were new to our area, having just moved 
from New York. I checked with the Club Secretary and 
found out my neighbor was responsible for inviting them 
to the function. As it turned out, Sue and Maggie, my 
neighbor, had been classmate in college.

Sue and I hit it off right from the beginning. We were 
immediate 'old chums'. Sue and I liked and disliked the 
same things. We shopped at the same stores. We even 
enjoyed the same quirky 70's music. You know every band 
that had a one hit wonder. Ray had just returned from a 
business trips and I knew it would be weeks before we 
could all get together again. Therefore, I called Sue 
to see if they wanted to go out to dinner on Friday 
night.

"Sue, this is Jill."

"Hi Jill, what's up?"

"Ray is in town this weekend, do you guys have plans 
for dinner on Friday night?"

"No, we're available. Where do you want to go?"

"How about Pier 64 if seafood is ok," I suggested.

"Yeah, that sounds great," Sue said, "how about meeting 
for cocktails at around 6:30?"

"Perfect, Ray and I will see there."

I went into the kitchen where Ray and the kids were 
munching on snacks.

"Honey, I made dinner plans for Friday night. We are 
going to Pier 64 with the Giovanni's."

"He sounds like he should be part of the Mafia," Ray 
laughed. "Sure dinner sounds great."

As Friday rolled around, I had a good feeling that Ken 
and Ray would like each other. Nevertheless, I was 
nervous about the first meeting. Ray is not the most 
outgoing guy. He is smart as a whiz around computer 
software but not around new people. I keep the 
conversation light and cheerful on the trip to the 
restaurant and Ray was in a great mood. 
We met the Giovanni's in the lounge. Sue was dressed in 
a leopard jump suit. Not many women could pull off wear 
something so gaudy, Sue had the body and personality 
that made it work. Ken is tall, dark and handsome. He 
looked great in his Polo shirt and slacks. 

I started the introductions, "Ken and Sue Giovanni, my 
husband Ray Mumford."

Ken reached out, as they shook hands he said, "Lakers?"

"Lakers," Ray responded. Then Ray retorted, "Niners?"

"Niners," Ken laughed and then added, "Yankees?"

"Oh hell no. Red Sox fan. It helps me to deal with 
adversity."

They both laughed and the boyhood sports banter began. 
I was right; they acted as if they had known each other 
all their lives. The dinner was a hit and of course, we 
became best of friends in no time. We were inseparable.

Now that I was busy with my new friends and charity 
work my boredom faded. Now my only problem was lack of 
sex. As I have said, my husband is a good guy. It is 
just that Ray is average in bed. He is not very 
inventive nor is he adventurous. Ray is more of the 
kissing, feeling, fingering, fucking and snoring type. 
After 7 years of marriage, we were averaging having sex 
about once every other week. With the addition of Ray's 
business travel, our sex life would sometimes stretched 
out to once a month, sometimes more. I felt that our 
marriage was sound and I did not think I would ever do 
anything to hurt our marriage. It is just that I have 
always been a sexual person. The shower massage and the 
toys that I have gathered via the Internet are 
pleasurable but they are not a good substitute for 
Ray's hardness driving into my vaginal depths. I needed 
something more.

Even as a teen, I was always a sexual creature. When I 
was in my early teens I begun to explore my sexuality. 
I enjoyed flirting with boys and dressing a bit more 
daring than my girlfriends did. I explored my body 
often and I enjoyed it tremendously. My fingers 
mastered the orgasmic pleasures that my clitoris and 
vagina presented. I was not satisfied with simply 
fingering myself though. My father's secret cache of 
porn magazines provided me with vivid, lewd and 
exciting sexual images. My fantasy sex life was 
growing. However, I still knew that I was missing 
something. I remember the summer day when I was 14 
years old. 
The day that I found my mothers 'toys', that she had 
buried deep in the back of the closet. 
I was housesitting for my parents that warm and 
wonderful day. I quickly stripped off my cutoffs and 
tube top and began to explore mom's collection.

There were about a dozen items in the box. I pulled out 
a chain about 8 inches long with adjustable loops at 
each end. It took me a few minutes to figure out that 
you were supposed to place each nipple thru the loops 
and tighten them. The thrill of illicit play and the 
discovery of Mom's toys made me sexually excited like 
never before. My pussy became very wet. I attached the 
loops to each of my nipples and screwed them down very 
tight. I stood in front of the mirror and pulled on the 
chain and delicious pain shot thru my nipples. The pain 
traveled thru my breasts and set off and electrical 
explosion in my pussy. I soon discovered that pinching 
my nipples and rubbing them very hard, derived added 
pleasure. The idea of mixing a little pain with my 
pleasure was all so new and I enjoyed the sensations 
very much.

I roamed the house playing slave girl. Our Doberman, 
named Max, must have thought me nuts. 
He would watch me prance around naked pulling on my 
nipples and shrieking with pleasure. Thinking back on 
it now, this may in fact be the clue to beginning of my 
recent obsession. We will visit that later. My nipples 
were now tingling with sweet pain so I thought it was 
time for the slave girl to submit to her master. I 
returned to my parent room and looked for something 
else there was to tease and torture my innocent body. I 
had notice earlier the boxes that contained what looked 
like rubber penises. I took one out and examined it. I 
had seen pictures of naked men. I had even spied on my 
parents a couple of times when they were having sex. 
However, this was the closest I had ever been to a 
"cock". I noticed that my heartbeat quickened and my 
breathing became ragged as my sexual excitement grew. 
My body tingled all over as well.

Prince Fhared, as I named my imaginary master, 
commanded me to rub the dildo all over my body. I 
discovered a bottle of lubricant in Mom's hatbox of 
treasures that smell like strawberries. I rubbed it 
onto the dildo and it glided over my entire body 
causing decadent pleasure. I slowly worked the dildo 
back and forth thru the outer petals of my pussy. I 
felt like I was in heaven. I concentrated on my 
clitoris and exploded in a mind-shattering organism. 
What a wonderful invention I held in my hands. I was 
exhausted and I needed to rest for a little while. My 
poor nipples were screaming with pain, from all the 
sweat torture I had inflicted. Therefore, I 
begrudgingly put the toys away. I showered and eat a 
light snack and took a nap.

While I sleep, Max jumped up on the bed and curled up 
in a spooning position. We sleep for about 2 hours so 
it was evening when I woke to Max's licking noise. I 
had always thought that dogs were such disgusting 
creatures. The whole world was their bathroom and they 
always groomed themselves at the oddest times and 
places. I was about to kick Max off my bed when I 
notice his "dogliness". Boy, Max was hung! It was 
sticking out of its furry sheath about 6 or 7 inches. 
It was deep glistening red in color and it looked 
menacing. I was frozen to the bed. I stared at Max's 
cock for the longest time. I saw a hand moving to touch 
it. I knew it was my hand but I could not stop it. I 
did not think that what I was doing was right or wrong, 
I just was compelled to touch it.

"Good boy, Max." I started spoke in a soft and 
reassuring voice. "What a good boy."
Carefully I reached out and touched Max' cock. My 
fingers told me that his cock was as hard as bone. Yet, 
it was covered with a spongy layer of flesh. It was 
constantly leaking a clear fluid from the hole in the 
pointed tip. Max was making quite a mess of my sheets. 
Carefully, trying not to startle Max, I wrapped my 
fingers around his cock. I had jacked off my boyfriends 
at parties but this was different. Max's cock seemed 
hotter to the touch. 
I began to move my hand in an up and down motion. I 
suspected that Max would enjoy this since my boyfriends 
liked it when I jacked them off. Max whimpered like a 
puppy. As I picked up a little speed, Max began to hump 
in rhythm to my stroking. When I stopped Max made a 
small growling sound. The growl startled me but I was 
not afraid of Max. I just spoke softly to him. 

"It's ok big fella. I just need to find a more 
comfortable position, that all baby."

I moved to a kneeling position over Max and resumed 
pleasuring him with my hand. I bent down slightly to 
inhale the musky fragrance of Max. It went directly to 
my pussy and the juices ran out of my pussy and down my 
thighs. To this day, I do not know what possessed me. I 
only know that an overwhelming desire swept over me to 
put his cock into my mouth. 
It was as if I was standing beside myself watching this 
lewd sight of a young girl putting her mouth over this 
doggy cock.

I knelt there with Max's cock in my mouth. My tongue 
swirling around and around. I licked the opening at the 
tip. I was both disgusted and mesmerized. The taste was 
tangy and metallic, but not unpleasant in the least. I 
found that I enjoyed giving my first blowjob, even 
though it was to a dog. I abruptly stopped sucking on 
Max. My perverse mind was flashing nasty images that 
enflamed my lust. I fixed on something that would most 
assuredly add to my pleasure as I sucked on my 
childhood friend.

I jumped off the bed with Max running behind me. His 
nose was literally in the crack of my ass. When we 
reach my Mom's bedroom, I was trembling from 
excitement. I could hardly open Mom's treasure filled 
hatbox. I found what I was looking for and back to my 
room we flew. 
I positioned Max on my bed on his side. His cock had 
mostly slid back into his sheath but a quick lick 
perked him right up. Next I retrieved my oak chair from 
under my desk and I threw off the cushion. You see the 
dildo I had chosen had a suction cup at the base. I 
licked the base of the cup. Then I firmly position the 
dildo near the edge of the chair. I lubed the dildo and 
my pussy, not that it needed it. I bent over to suck on 
Max and slowly sat back on my "lover".

I was not stupid about sex. I knew what a hymen was. 
Classes in sex education prepared me for the pain when 
it ruptured. However, you probably have guessed, I like 
a little pain with my pleasure. I was very careful and 
slowly let my weight slide the dildo up inside my 
vagina. I felt the resistance that my hymen created but 
I was determined. I pushed steadily down onto the dildo 
when all of a sudden I felt a searing, tearing pain 
inside me.

"Aargg!" was all that managed to escape my lips as I 
gasped for air.

The pain held me frozen in place. Max was unaware of my 
dilemma and like a true male animal, took this 
opportunity to shove his damn doggy dick down my 
throat. Now a new problem, trying to gulp air from 
around the cock in my throat. It was only seconds but 
they seemed to last hours, but Max pulled back and then 
the pain in my pussy subsided. I began to rock back and 
forth in a rhythm that cause sensations to ripple 
through me that were quite wonderful. This was good so 
I began to increase the speed and depth of the cock 
sluicing in and out my cunt. I was taking Max all the 
way into my mouth and throat as well. 
We both were in seventh heaven. I was moaning around 
his cock and he was howling. My "lover" was now 
bottoming out inside my cunt and banging against my 
cervix. This was better than good. We had moved on to 
delicious.

I was fucking myself up and down on the chair while 
sucking Max for all I was worth. Then something strange 
and wonderful occurred. Max grew thicker and longer. A 
bulge appeared in his cock about the size of a lemon. 
Max's cock began to vibrate and without any further 
warning, my mouth was flooded with cum. Max came and 
came and came! Every beat of his heart sent another 
delicious squirt of his seed down my throat. This put 
my fucking motion into high gear. I started to cum like 
never before. Finally, Max and I were reduced to 
whimpering puddles of flesh. I was too exhausted to 
slide off the dildo. I just sat with it bottomed out 
inside me.

"Fuck Maxi, that was spectacular," I panted. "I hoped 
you enjoyed your blowjob. I really dug it when you 
squirted in my mouth. Your cum was hot and delicious."

It took a little time and some effort but finally I 
managed to stand. As I stood, the dildo made a sucking 
sound. This was followed by a popping noise, as if a 
bottle of champagne was opened. On the chair were 
traces of blood from my deflowering and a substantial 
volume of pussy juice. I started to giggle. I felt 
great; I was not ashamed of what I had done. I knew 
that this was not the last time either of these sex 
acts would occur.

I must now return to my modern day story. I need to 
tell someone about my adult dilemma, although relating 
my sexual history was good background for this story. I 
was fixing the kids lunch when the telephone rang. 

"Hello," I said as I picked the receiver.

"Hi, Jill," Sue responded, "its me Sue. Look I know it 
is short notice. Can you housesit this weekend? Ken and 
I are trying to sneak out for a weekend getaway up at 
the cabin and we need someone to watch the castle."

As I indicated earlier, Sue and Ken had become our best 
friends, so why not housesit for them. I was not 
planning anything anyway.

"Sure," I said. "It will be fun to lay around your pool 
without my herd. Besides, it will give Ray a chance to 
get reacquainted with our kids."

That settled my weekend plans. Ray seemed less than 
overjoyed at the prospect of 'babysitting' when I told 
him of the plan.

As you already know, I get a little mischievous when 
housesitting. Therefore, it was not much of a surprise 
that I found the Giovanni's secret treasure chest. 
After all, doesn't everyone have one? Anyway, I open 
the hatbox that was heavier than the other hatboxes. 
Remember, that is a dead give-away that it holds your 
secrets. I found wonderful toys. I even found a double-
headed dong that was a vibrator. The shaft meant for 
pleasuring the pussy was about 7 inches long and just 
less than 2 inches across. The other shaft meant for 
the ass was about 4 inches long and was about an inches 
across. I had never considered anal sex before. I was 
truly getting excited and looking forward to my new 
adventure. I ran around the house locking the doors and 
closing the curtains on the windows. Then I went into 
the Master bedroom and pulled the covers down. I 
stripped my clothes off and sat in the middle of the 
bed to search out other treasures from the hatbox. Boy 
was I surprised! 
Sue was one kinky bitch. She too was into sweet torture 
and pain. There before me was this gold chain that was 
in the design of a "Y". At each end were adjustable, 
smooth-jawed clips. I was beside myself with 
anticipation. I quickly attached this wonderful device 
to each nipple and my clitoris. I adjusted the pressure 
on each for maximum stimulation. I discovered that when 
I stood up to the chains were not long enough and the 
chain yanked my nipples and clit toward one other. The 
resulting sensation was delicious pain and maximum 
pleasure. Once again, I assumed the role of slave girl. 
The memory of this girl had long been repressed and I 
was glad to see her return.

Sheik Omar, my new fantasy master, ordered me to dance 
for him. I turned on the stereo in the bedroom retreat 
and began a sensuous dance of desire. A dance that 
could only end in being fucked silly by the dual 
shafted vibrator. I whirled, dipped, and stretched to 
the music. Each nipple trapped in the golden restraint 
would stretch about an inch away from my breasts. My 
clitoris was clearly visible when I looked down. . My 
body was enjoying the sweet pleasure of my self-induced 
torture. I pinched and pulled at my nipples and clit. 
This dance thrilled me beyond imagination. Slowly I 
moved to the bed and my awaiting fuck toy. I lubed the 
toy and my fuck holes and began what I knew was going 
to be an orgasmic experience.

I slowly inserted one head of the vibrator into my hot 
and very wet cunt.

"Mmmm," I moaned.

Only a few inches were insinuated into my pussy when I 
felt the tip of the attached phallus touch my ass. 
Again, I pondered fucking myself in the ass. I do not 
understand why it had never occurred to me. Now I was 
poised and ready to ream myself in both holes at once. 
I was shaking with anticipation. I was having some 
difficulty getting started though. My asshole was being 
very stubborn and would not allow my new "lover" access 
to its dark virginal territory. I concentrated very 
hard to relax my sphincter. Finally, the rubber cock 
won entrance. I moved the twin-shafted vibrator slowly 
into my sex holes. Again, that feeling came over me. 
This was better than good. This was sluttish and nasty. 
This was delicious. I twisted the vibrators control at 
it base and squealed with joy as I was rewarded with a 
delightful buzzing that traveled up and down the 
interior walls of my pussy and ass. 

This was new and wonderful. An additional twist of the 
controls to my surprise caused the damn vibrator to 
start twirling the heads of the phalluses in counter 
rotating motions. My cunt was flooding my hand and the 
bed. I was moaning and trashing around, moving ever so 
closer to the first orgasm of the day. The pain in my 
nipples and clitoris would rise and ebb as I squirmed 
on the bed pulling the chain taunt. My ass hole was on 
fire. My pussy was starting to spasm. Here it was. The 
orgasm I had waited for. It overwhelmed me. I began 
screaming my pleasure.

"Oh, fuck! Yes! Yes! Yesssss!"

I love orgasms like this. Every woman deserves them as 
often as they can get them. After the orgasm subsided, 
I was blissfully exhausted. I removed my "lover" and 
lay where I fell and rested.

I must have dozed off for a while. I was startled awake 
by the cold nose of the Giovanni's Doberman. He is a 
very handsome dog although he has the evil sounding 
moniker, Damien. He weighs in at about 100 pounds. At 
the moment, he was quite infatuated with my pussy. He 
was nudging my legs apart with his snout. A wicked 
memory surfaced. The dear friend from my youth, Max. 
The memory resurfaced of the many juicy blowjobs that I 
so willingly gave Max. I never though of teaching Max 
to return the favor. 

Now though, Damien was parting my legs and his tongue 
was licking my entire pubic area. Not one to be shy, I 
parted my legs as wide as possible and lay back to 
enjoy the tonguing. Damien was masterful in skill. His 
tongue found all the right places. He licked on, in and 
around my sex holes. He was especially good at getting 
that big tongue up inside my pussy. 
I was enjoying every second of this perversion.

"That a boy," I encouraged Damien. "Lick me good. 
That's it! Oh, yes...fffuuckkk!"

It did not take very long and I erupted in orgasmic 
joy.

I made a vow then and there. I was going to buy a dog 
and train him to eat my cunt on command. My orgasm was 
subsiding but Damien kept eating me. How I wished my 
husband would sex me like this animal. Ray rarely goes 
down on me. I have always felt a little cheated by 
that. Now I was with an animal that would not stop. 
Life is so very strange. I pushed Damien's snout from 
between my legs. Damien took exception to this action 
and growled menacingly at me. Suddenly I was little 
afraid. I was unsure of this huge creature. Sure I knew 
him but not in a situation like this. I looked deep 
into Damien's eyes and saw pure animal lust. I did not 
know what to do. I spoke softly to Damien.

"It's alright big guy. My pussy just needs a break."

Slowly I turned over to crawl away from him. As soon as 
I was on my hands and knees, I knew I had made a 
serious miscalculation. I realized too late that I was 
in the classic 'doggy style' position. Damien took 
quick advantage of my position. His powerful forepaws 
grab my waist and I felt his crushing weight as he 
mounted me. He dragged me into position.

"No, Damien," I demanded, "down boy!"

Nothing was going to deter him though. I was to be his 
bitch and that was that. I felt his wet cock poke my 
thighs and pubic mound several times before he found 
the mark. When he did, I saw stars. As soon as he knew 
he was in alignment, he rammed the entire length into 
my cunt. His cock was at least 9 inches long and well 
over 2 inches across. I had never felt a cock this big 
before. Damien, true to his animal nature, was not 
gentle. Damien's cock slammed into my cervix with 100 
lbs. of animal thrusting lust behind it.

"Shit!"

I though I would pass out from the pain. I was sure my 
vagina was being ripped in half.
"Get the fuck off of me," I screamed.

He would not let up. It felt I was attached to some 
sort of a fucking machine. His dog cock hammered 
repeatedly into the depths of my ravaged body. He was 
fucking me with such indescribable speed. It seemed to 
take an eternity before I adjusted to the raping of my 
cunt. Nevertheless, the pain eventually subsided; and a 
new sensation replaced the horrible pain. Pleasure! 
Pleasure raced through my body. I found myself 
responding to this animal. 
Damien had an incredible fucking rhythm that I tried 
match. I attempted to push back against him on every 
thrust. If this creature was going to rape me, I was 
not just going to lie there passively.

I yelled at Damien. "I'm going to fuck your balls off."

Our sexual battle continued for over 20 minutes. I 
began to experience nonstop orgasms. Never in my life 
had I experienced anything like this. Constant pleasure 
racked my body as this creature continued to ram his 
stiff cock into me. I was neared exhaustion and was 
becoming faint.

Suddenly, I was jolted into reality by a new pain.

"What the fuck!" I exclaimed.

My memory had not served me very well. I had forgotten 
about the knot. Now I was subjected to excruciating 
pain as Damien tried to tie with me. There was nothing 
I could do except to hold very still and try to relax 
my cunt. This fucking dog pushed what must have been 
the size of a major league baseball into my cunt. 
"Damien, dddaammnn you! You are going to kill meeee!"

I finally took it all inside. I could feel my battered 
pussy lips slip around the knot as I took his full 
length inside me. My lips made contact with his furry 
sheath. The beast had won. I was now his bitch and was 
soon to be his cum loving slut.

Damien now continued his assault on my pussy. He was 
completely unaware of my condition. Primal urges drove 
him on. Once again, the pain receded and pure fucking 
pleasure returned. 
I was completely full of doggie cock and my cunt lips 
were being dragged repeatedly over the prickly fur on 
his cock sheath. My clit was making full contact with 
his sheath. On every ten or twelve strokes of his 
wicked dick, an orgasm would sweep over my body. I 
could only hold on for the sexual ride of my life and 
cry out in lustful pleasure. Tears streaked down my 
face. The fucking continued as a new sensation deep in 
my cunt began to draw my attention. Damien's cock began 
to vibrate up and down as he continued the relentless 
hammering motion. 

I had never felt anything like this sensation before. I 
knew there was only one answer to the activity 
occurring deep inside me. Damien was about to cum. And 
cum he did. The best way to describe it was a fire hose 
erupting deep inside me. The every beat of his heart, a 
new and fresh flood of semen scalded the depths of my 
vagina. I exploded again in orgasmic pleasure. 

I enjoyed every once of Damien's hot fluid pouring into 
me. As I could feel the pulsing squirts diminish as 
well as Damien's thrusts, I began to wonder how long I 
would remain tied to this creature. Damien slumped over 
my back in sexual exhaustion. His tongue lay across my 
shoulder and his drool ran off my body in rivulets that 
fell onto the bed beneath us. Now I felt that I could 
rest a little. Finally, the rape was over.


I was startled to hear clapping coming from the doorway 
of the bedroom.

"That was the most lewd and pornographic sex act I have 
ever witnessed."

My head whipped around so that I could see who was 
there. As my vision focused, my heart sank. In the 
doorway was Ken Giovanni with his pants down around his 
knees, stroking his impressive cock that jutted out 
from his loins. My mouth open to scream but my voice 
was lost. All I could do was cry. I was sobbing 
uncontrollably. Ken just laughed at my predicament. It 
was a hideous and a demonic laugh.

"Shut the fuck up," Ken suddenly commanded! "I said I 
enjoyed the fucking show."

When I could not, he kicked off his shoes and slacks 
and strolled over to the bed. He grabbed my hair, 
yanking my head up and slapped my face hard. This fuck 
had my full attention now. No man had every slapped my 
face before. Anger rose up inside of me and I was about 
to yell at this fucking bastard. Instead, as I opened 
my mouth, Ken shoved his cock down my throat. My mind 
reeled. 'What the fuck is with the males in this 
household? Must they take advantage of me at every 
turn?' Yes, I reasoned that was in deed the case.

Unable to speak, I let my natural cocksucking ability 
take control. Ken began to thrust in and out of my 
throat, using my mouth like a cunt. Having just 
witnessed 'the most pornographic sex act,' Ken could 
not last long. His cock began to pulsate in my mouth.

"Ffuucckk," Ken moaned and he blasted his semen down my 
throat.

Damien's hard-on softened enough for him to pull 
himself free from my pussy. With an audible wet plop, 
his cock was out of me. Damien's knot had succeeded in 
locking all of his juices inside me. Now the dam had 
broken and dog cum was squirting and bubbling out of my 
cunt. It made a mess of every thing. My thighs, my ass, 
and my pubic area were drenched with doggie cum. Ken 
pulled his still hard cock from my mouth and walked 
around behind me. 
The bed shifted and Ken began to run his hands across 
the cum soaked flesh of my ass.

"You cum slut! You dog fucking bitch."

I was humiliated as the vile and ugly names tumbled out 
of Ken's mouth. I was also very turned on. I felt him 
rub his dick against my cunt and ass. I was surprised 
to feel its hardness since he had just emptied his 
balls down my throat. Then Ken took me. Not the 
traditional way but in my ass. Using only Damien's cum 
as a lubricant; Ken pushed his big cock into the dark 
recesses of my anal opening. Pain was again my friend.

"Ken, your fucking hurting me," I screamed.

He just laughed and continued his assault. He lasted 
much longer this time and my ass ring was burning from 
the torturous rape. Eventually he was ready to blast 
his cum deep in my bowels. Just as he reached his peak 
of pleasure, he grabbed the chain attached to my 
nipples and clit and yanked it free of my body. 
Blackness came over me as I passed out. I recovered 
consciousness in only a few minutes and found Ken 
staring down into my face.

"Go shower up," He told me. "When you're done 
showering, put on one of my dress white shirts from the 
closet and come down to the kitchen."

A half-hour later I was to find that my life would 
change forever.

Continued in part 2...

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This story was written as an adult fantasy.  The author
does not condone the described behavior in real life in
anyway shape or form.  Anyone tempted to act out any of
the scenarios in this story;  should seriously consider
seeking professional help.
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