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Authors name: In2thissht (Address withheld by request)
Story title : Journey into Degradation - Part 3 of 7

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Journey into Degradation
by In2thissht


Part Three


Warning to the Reader!
This piece of fiction contains sexually explicit 
imagery including MF, M+F, FF, F+F, Forced Sex, S&M, 
Interracial and Bestiality. I think that covers the 
perversions herein.


"A plan for what, Ken?" I repeated.

Ken's only reply was, "You'll see, baby."

Then with a far away look on his face, Ken said, "Why 
don't you get dress now, Jill. We have to get back to 
the house."

Bill gave me a new shirt to wear home since the other 
was covered in cum. Bill's shirt was made of a rich 
blue silk. I have always loved how silk feels against 
my braless nipples. It is so luxurious. I approached 
Bill for one last passionate kiss and then I bent down 
to scratched my newest "lover" behind his ears, our 
good-byes were complete. Ken and walked out to the car 
and started the short drive back to his house. Although 
I attempted some idle chatter, Ken was stoic and 
distant. It was as if he were in deep thought. I was 
unable to worm any information about Ken's 'Plan'. I 
was very nervous about everything that had happen 
today. I knew my life had changed forever. The security 
I had known in the past was over. Only insecurity and 
apprehension lay ahead. My fate was in Ken's hands and 
that scared the fuck out of me.

Upon arrival Ken checked his voice mail and discovered 
that my husband had called twice while we were out. Ken 
suggested I call my husband and let him know that all 
was well.

"What am I supposed to tell him?"

I was worried since I am not a very good liar, 
especially to Ray.

"Just tell him you went shopping at the mall and grab a 
bite to eat," was his response as he went upstairs.

I called Ray and his voice was warm and seemed to wrap 
me in security once again. I asked about the kids and 
Ray chatted on for 20 minutes about this and that. He 
was glad now, that he had this opportunity to be with 
them, one on one.

"And how has your time been away from the 'herd'?" Ray 
asked.

"Oh, its ok. I have just been treating myself to those 
little pleasures that a women needs once and a while."

"Are you still coming home on Monday? I miss you a lot, 
baby!" Ray's voice was so soothing. I just wanted to 
run home right then and make the world right once more.

"I don't know for sure, honey. I am expecting a call 
from Sue tonight to let me know what their schedule 
is," I paused then said, "I'll call you and the kids 
tomorrow and let you know. Give the kids a big kiss and 
tell them that I love them and that mommy will see them 
soon."

I hung the telephone up and tried in vain to hold my 
emotions in check. Tears ran down my cheek as self-pity 
and loathing crept into my thoughts. Damien heard me 
crying and came over and put is big head in my lap. I 
looked down on this beautiful creature and scratched 
behind his ears. He enjoyed the attention very much and 
let out a long low moan that started deep in his barrel 
chest.

"You big furry piece of shit. This whole day is your 
fault. If you weren't such a randy hound, I would never 
been in this predicament."

"Oh, I would not be so quick to blame Damien," Ray said 
as he came down the stairs now dressed in lounging 
attire. "I think that hot little cunt of yours had 
something to do with it."

"Your right," I retorted. "It's just that I'm scared 
about the future now. What's going to happen to me 
now?"

"Well, I thought we would start off with a nice steak 
dinner, a bottle of wine and a nice fuck to cap the 
evening."

"No, asshole! I meant the long range future."

"I think you will love the future, Jill. I will 
personally see to it."

I was not convinced this was a good thing but it looked 
like that was the only answer I was going to get.

"You want another FUCK? What are you superman?"

"Well if you remember back at Bill's, you were the one 
getting fucked. I just got me rocks off with old 'Rosy 
palm & her many sisters'."

"Oh you poor neglected boy. There must have been some 
sort of a ghost in here this afternoon that fucked my 
poor little asshole until it was raw," I teased.

As Ken walked over to me, I could see the outline of 
his big cock swinging freely beneath his silky shorts. 
Ken stop directly in front of my face which was now 
poised at crotch level. I leaned forward tracing the 
outline thru the material of his manhood with my 
tongue. I gently blew my hot breath over and around the 
head of his dick. Ken's knees buckled slightly and a 
sign of pleasure emanated from his lips. Men are so 
fucking easy! I release his cock, stood up, and kissed 
his lips.

"Feed me! Even sex slaves deserve a good meal."

Ken smiled and said. "They most certainly do my dear. 
How about you make a salad to go along with the steak?

"Ok, I'll make the salad and you broil up a couple of 
medium rare steaks. Oh, and don't forget to open a 
bottle of wine."

We busied ourselves with the tasks at hand and sat down 
to enjoy a delicious dinner. The wine was great and had 
its desired effect on my overtaxed body. Every weary 
bone and muscle I had relaxed. I thought I might slip 
right out of the chair during dinner. I must have been 
purring or something because when I looked at Ken he 
was grinning from ear to ear. 

Fortunately, it was not that hideous grin I've learned 
to hate. His face was more relaxed and assuring.

"What? What are you grinning about, Ken?"

"I don't think I have ever seen a women look more 
satisfied."

"How many women have you seen getting fucked by two 
studs and their canine companions?"

"None until today. I most assuredly intend to see a lot 
more of your pussy gulping down canine dick." Ken 
paused and then added, "Also, let's not forget the 
consumption of some two legged dog's cocks as well."

I could only smile back at Ken. After all, it was of my 
own doing that I was in this position.

"What now my master?"

"I thought a little quick Jacuzzi and some slap and 
tickle. What say ye wench?"

I mustered an answering smile and thought, 'More slap 
than tickle I'll bet'.

The Jacuzzi was wonderfully invigorating. My whole body 
responded and came alive. Energy surged through every 
fiber of my being. I felt new. Ken taught me a new 
trick in the Jacuzzi that got me so fucking off. He 
positioned me with my naked pussy directly in front of 
the one the Jacuzzi jets. Ken placed his hands on my 
breasts and his fingers played with my nipples. His big 
fucking cock slid easily into my mouth. It only took a 
few minutes and I was cumming wildly. The side benefit 
of this "massage therapy," I was now very randy and 
very ready for anything. After a short recovery, I lead 
Ken by his dick to the bedroom for the 'slap and 
tickle' as promised.

"Lay down my master," was all that I said to him.

He lay naked across the bed with his legs spread for 
me. His cock standing fully erect and his ball bloated 
with delicious cum. I crawled between those muscular 
thighs and slow engulfed the length of his cock taking 
him deeply into my throat.

"Mmmm, baby that feels so good. I have never had a 
woman that could take my cock all the way down her 
throat. Not even my wife."

I backed his cock out of my mouth and implored him; 
"Please don't talk about Sue when we are together. I 
felt like trash when you spoke her name just now. I 
know I am your slut now. I do not deny that my body is 
yours to use. I only ask that Sue and Ray never find 
out what is going on."

Ken stocked my hair and comforted me. Without a 
response from Ken, I began to suck his cock again. I 
slurped his cock into my mouth, eased it deep into my 
throat and then I worked my way back up to the tip. My 
tongue would then worry the hole in the tip of his 
dick. I would run my hands up and down the shaft, as I 
would swab my tongue around the head of his magnificent 
cock and moan into his flesh. When I would take him 
deep into my throat I would stretch my arms forward and 
pinch his nipples between my fingernails. I would apply 
just enough pressure to inflict a minimum of pain on 
his nipples. 

This would cause Ken to moan and thrust his cock 
further down my throat. I love cocksucking like this. 
My pussy and clitoris seem wired directly to the 
muscles and nerves in my mouth and throat. When I give 
a blowjob like this my cunt juice runs out of my body 
in a flood. I could take no more of this wonderful 
torture. I had to feel his cock deep inside my pussy.

"Oh master, please let me fuck you? I want my pussy to 
draw all of the juices that you have stored in your big 
fucking balls. I need to feel you squirting your hot 
cum deep inside me. Please let me pleasure you?"

What could he do? After all, he is only a man. Men can 
only think with their dicks, especially at a time like 
this. I moved up his body dragging my lush red hair and 
my nipples along every inch of his torso. This worked 
its magic, as I knew it would. His body started 
thrusting up in anticipation of the sexing I was going 
to deliver.

"Oh baby, come here and fuck me. Let me feel my cock 
push itself deep inside of you."

I placed my cunt directly over the tip of his throbbing 
cock and slow took him into me. I did not stop until my 
clit touched his pubic bone. Then I ground my body in 
circles deriving great pleasure from crushing my clit 
against his hard body. As I began to move up and down 
dragging his vein bulging shaft along my clitoris, we 
both began to moan unintelligible words of passion. I 
fucked hard into Ken as his body writhed and thrust up 
into me. My cunt was on fire. Every fiber of my being 
centered on the growing pleasure in my clit. I could 
hear our bodies slapping wetly together as we collided 
in passion. I could feel my juices squish out of my 
pussy with every upward thrust of Ken's cock. Ken 
battered my cervix with every thrust of the granite-
like hardness of his cock. 

On and on we move our bodies, in harmony, moving toward 
the ultimate orgasmic conclusion. My body was screaming 
for release. Once again, I teetered on the brink of 
physical exhaustion. At last I felt the electrical 
shock of the orgasm begin. My toes curled and my muscle 
screamed in sweet pleasure as I breached the event 
horizon of pleasure. It was here!

In unison we both yelled, "I'm cumming!"

Our beautiful rhythm fell out of sync as our orgasms 
washed over us. I felt every pulse of his heart as the 
cock buried deep inside of my erupted. The walls of my 
pussy rippled with pleasure as I received Ken's seed. 
Nothing else in the world mattered at that moment. All 
thought was lost. Only the sweet wonderful afterglow of 
pleasure was present. Exhaustion and fatigue consumed 
me. I collapsed on Ken's broad sweaty chest. I lie 
there trying to gather energy. It took effort just to 
just continue breathing. The bed moved slightly and I 
felt the cold nose of Damien's snout sniffing my sex. 
His tongue lashed thru the crack of my ass. Ken jumped 
slightly and I looked into his eyes.

"What the fuck is that?"

"That my lord and master, is you're fucking horny dog 
trying to get his turn."

Ken smiled and said, "Yeah, but he's licking my cock as 
well as your ass!"

"What's the matter sweetie? Is his tongue unpleasant?"

"No! It's just that it is a little too fucking kinky 
for me."

I was taken with the humor of this revelation. As my 
body quacked with laughter, Ken's cock popped out of my 
cunt. Pussy cream and Ken's cum bubbled out of my 
gaping cunt hole. Damien went into a licking frenzy.

"What, it's not kinky for your dog to eat my pussy and 
fuck the shit out of me, but a little swipe of his 
tongue on your dick and suddenly it's 'too fucking 
kinky'?" I mockingly replied.

Ken chucked and said; "I guess you're right. It is 
rather an interesting feeling."

Damien's tongue slipped into my stretched open pussy.

"Go away Damien," I yelled.

Damien ignored my pleading and kept licking away all 
the combined juices that flowed from me. Ken wrapped 
his arms around my torso and slid his legs inside of 
mine. He bent his legs and opened my cunt for further 
assaults by Damien's tongue. It was only a mater of 
time before Damien had me heating up again. A question 
rushed thru my brain. 'What the fuck is happening to 
me?' 'Why am I responding to this?' The answer never 
came to me but my body was again reacting to the 
tonguing of this insatiable creature. I was moving my 
cunt in small circles and moaning. Ken reached along my 
thighs and pulled me into a kneeling position.

"No, Kenny, please no. My pussy is so sore, I don't 
think I can do this again."

That fucking grin returned. "It's not just me, baby. 
Remember, you are his bitch, too."

Damien moved into position and mounted me for the 
second time today. As Damien's hard cock poked at my 
tender pubic area, Ken slipped out from under me.

"That's it boy. Help him out, Jill. As Damien's slut 
bitch you must always help him slide his dick into your 
cunt."

I signed and reached between my thighs taking a hold of 
Damien's cock. I set the alignment and ran the tip of 
the cock thru my pussy lips. Damien slammed it home 
with a grunt from both of us. My cunt was on fire. I 
had very little lubricant left in my pussy and Ken's 
cum was turning to glue inside me. I could only muster 
one-word sentences.

"Hurts!"

"Lube!"

"Hhhuurrryyy!"

Ken reached into the nightstand and retrieved a bottle 
of some clear liquid. He squirted the cool clear liquid 
on the rutting dick as it slid in and out of my ravaged 
body. The pain diminished a little and allowed a 
measure of pleasure to creep thru. My mind was in 
overload as my body went into autopilot. I do not 
remember at what point I passed out, but sweet blessed 
blackness eventually blanket my consciousness.

In the distance there is ringing. I move away from the 
inky blackness and the ringing grows louder in my ears. 
I thought to myself, 'Why isn't that inconsiderate 
bastard answering the telephone?' RING! RING!

"I'm up, already! What," I yell into the receiver.

"It's me honey. Are you alright?" Ray was at the other 
end of the telephone.

"Oh, I'm sorry sweetheart. I didn't mean to yell at 
you. The telephone just surprised me is all. I was 
sound asleep."

"What, its past noon!" I heard Ray's voice but I could 
not believe his words. I never sleep in. I jerked to a 
sitting position and wished I had missed the 
experience.

"Ouch," was the next verbiage I uttered.

"What the hell is going on over there, Jill?"

"Nothing sweetheart. I just banged my knee. I cannot 
believe I slept until noon. Are you sure of the time?" 
Knowing that the clock I was staring at confirmed the 
time.

"Yes, it is noon. Jill, you do not sound ok. I'm coming 
over there!"

"No, baby, that's alright but I will meet you and the 
kids at the mall for a late lunch. Say at one o'clock 
at the Carousel?"

"Alright. We'll see you at one. Bye sweetheart."

I rolled out of bed to a fresh series of pain. I could 
barely manage to waddle to the bathroom. My bladder was 
about to explode. I sat gingerly on the toilet and 
release a stream of what felt like fire from my body. 
Once the flow started there was not anything on earth 
going to stop it. I peed until I felt as if my life 
forces were flowing out from between my legs.

For the second time in two-days I examined my abused 
pussy. The lips hung down like over ripe prunes. They 
were purple from the battering they had endured. My 
clitoris was so swollen that it looked like an angry 
little dick sticking out between those damn ugly 
prunes. "Fuck it," was all I could say. I eased myself 
into the shower and adjusted the water temperature as 
hot as my skin could handle. I washed quickly and 
toweled myself dry. I brushed my teeth and fixed my 
hair. I wrote Bill a note and then I walked, I could 
not run, to my car parked out front. Soon I was on my 
way to the mall. I was out the door in a little over 
15-minutes. I marveled at this simple accomplishment.

Once at the mall, I started feeling much better. The 
sight of my children was the pick-me-up I needed. Ray 
inquired about my obviously strange walk and commented 
on how tired I appeared. I told him that after reading 
a book last night I decided to get back into my 
exercise regime. He believe me when I explained that I 
worked out far to hard and my muscles were just paying 
me back for my well intentioned effort.

All in all, we had a nice lunch together. I was 
famished and I inhaled the meal I ordered. Then I 
proceeded to finished the leftovers from Ray's and the 
children's plates. I talked the afternoon away. 
Yesterday seemed a million years ago. Only my guilt and 
my fucking sore cunt were bothering me. Outwardly, I 
was the picture of beauty and health.

"Are you coming home tonight, Jill?"

"No, not tonight sweetheart. Sue said that her and the 
kids would be back late tomorrow. Ken though that he 
might be coming in earlier for some business thing or 
other. If he shows up, I will give you a call. Ok?"

That seemed to pacify Ray a little. By the pout on his 
face, I could tell he wasn't thrilled, though. We all 
hugged, kissed and said our good-byes. Then I was on my 
way back to 'fucking' hell, pun intended. I could only 
hope that Ken was still MIA since this morning.

I unlocked the door and was in the entryway when Ken 
popped his head out of the kitchen to see who it was.

"Hi there," he greeted. "How was the mall and the 
family?"

"Fine."

"How are you doing today?"

"My pussy is so swollen that I don't think a blade of 
grass would slip between the lips. What did you do to 
me?"

"I treated you to the pleasure that you so richly 
deserved. Are you ready for more?"

I looked at him as if he had two heads. My mouth worked 
but I could not utter a sound.

"I am just kidding, Jill," Ken said as that damn grin 
returned.

"Look Ken, what happened yesterday, I just don't think 
we should ever do this again. I know that you 
comprehend the ramification of our actions becoming 
public. We have families that could get hurt over shit 
like this. Not to mention that my body cannot handle 
sex like that very often."

Ken's face suddenly took a hard edge to it. His eyes 
narrowed and a vein in his forehead protruded. His eyes 
locked mine and he moved with cat-like speed closing 
the space between us. He grabbed my arms with such 
force that I squeaked from the pain.

"You look here you dog fucking tramp. You will fuck 
whomever I say to fuck, whenever I say to fuck them. Do 
you hear me?"
I was stunned. I was not used to seeing this violent 
side of Ken. I was not scared, only stunned.

"Are you insane, Ken? You cannot expect this to 
continue at your whim and pleasure?"

Again, his eyes held mine. "Oh yes I can!" Ken released 
his grip on my arms and strolled across the room. He 
picked up a videotape cassette displaying in front of 
my face.

"Would we like to guess what is on this little video 
tape?"

"No, Ken I know what is on that disgusting tape. Your 
friend Bill video taped my infidelity."
Ken leered at me. "We would not want to have this fall 
into the wrong hands now would we?"

"No, I guess I would not want that to happen."

"Good. I'm setting up a poker party for some business 
associates in a couple of weeks." Bill said in a calmer 
tone of voice. "I can count on your attendance, can't 
I?"

"Yes master," I replied with a sigh as I lowered my 
eyes.

Continued in part 4...

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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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