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The Raid on Kadhir Pets
by Doberrmann (doberrmann@gmail.com)

***

An animal rights organization raid a high-profile pet 
shop in the city, with the intention of forcibly 
releasing the caged animals in a dramatic show, with 
media coverage. What happens is an entirely different 
kind of show - with the ladies ending up as bitches 
for the pack of dogs that were undergoing specialty 
training - to attack and overpower human females. 
(FFM, F/beast, nc, rp)

***

A team consisting of five ladies from the Coimbatore 
Chapter of the Animal Rights Activists Group (ARAG) 
was headed towards a neighbouring town on a special 
mission. Their target was KADHIR PETS, a high-profile 
business house that deals with specialty pets. Mrs. 
Mercy Joseph was in charge of the team which comprised 
of the members Mrs. Mala Ganesan, Miss. Vimala, Dr. 
Lekha Dinesh and Miss Savithri. Their mission was to 
conduct a raid on the lines of the incident that took 
place at the research foundation at Hyderabad. 

Kadhir Pets was well known for its expensive range of 
pet animals, and the ladies expected to make it to the 
news with the backing of a media unit. This team had 
recently raided the 'Stray Dogs Eradication Wing' of 
the Municipal Corporation and had rescued twenty stray 
dogs that had been caught from the streets, destined 
for electric culling. This formed the basis of their 
indubitable confidence in the success of the present 
project. 

Kadhir Pets was founded and operated by its sole 
proprietor, Mr. Kadhiresan. What he had started as a 
humble shop for training and trading domestic pets, 
had grown into a high-profile, multi core business 
establishment dealing in super-breed canines and 
felines, in addition to providing specialty services 
that included mission specific canine training, stud 
services by certified pedigrees and more. Its posh 
premises were presently spread over a twenty acre 
campus that had become a landmark. Kadhiresan, 
popularly called 'Kadhir', was a shrewd animal trainer 
with unparalleled skills in conditioning canines for 
any imaginable purpose, this being one of the much 
sought-after services of his establishment. His 
training methods were unique, almost proprietary in 
nature. 

He also provided an unlisted service that was known 
only to a select clientèle, which involved the mating 
of human females with dogs trained for the purpose. 
This exclusive circle of clients consisted of certain 
highly placed gentlemen who had a veritable passion 
for the voyeuristic pleasures of witnessing females in 
their possessions being mounted by well hung canines. 
This elite circle was largely responsible for the 
rapid prosperity of his establishment.

The team of animal rights activists stormed into the 
reception hall of Kadhir Pets. Madam Mercy's imposing 
figure, her posture and the tone of her voice exuded 
authority, an attribute that resulted from her 
authoritative position in a government institution of 
repute, which conferred almost absolute power over the 
staff in her charge. She gazed at the cute 
receptionist and demanded to see the manager. A couple 
of minutes later, Mallika the receptionist, ushered 
the ladies into the office of the manager, Mr. 
Ragunath. 

"How may I help you, ladies?" enquired Mr. Ragunath, 
with a pleasant smile.

"We are from the Animal Rights Activists Group and we 
would like to see the list of the animals kept here," 
said Mercy in her authoritative tone. The manager read 
out an impressive list from his computer-monitor, and 
answered her subsequent questions. She then demanded 
to know the manner in which the animals were kept, 
also reminding him of the legal provisions in the 
'Prevention of Cruelty to Animals' Act. 

In the meanwhile, Kadhiresan, who had already been 
informed by Mallika of the visit by the animal rights 
activists, was in his chamber listening to the 
conversation that took place in his manager's office. 
It did not take him much time to guess the purpose of 
these ladies. He gave out certain orders to his men 
over his walkie-talkie and walked out of his chamber, 
to meet the ladies himself. 

"Please meet Mr. Kadhiresan, madam. He is our 
proprietor."

With a "Good morning, ladies," and a bow, Kadhir 
seated himself on the chair by the side of Ragunath's 
desk, which being at a vantage position, offered him a 
good view of all the five members of the team. Mercy 
introduced her team-members to him and then continued 
her conversation, while her eyes measured him from 
head to toe. She placed him well below thirty, too 
young to have built such an upmarket enterprise. About 
six feet, muscular build, almost shoulder-length hair, 
soft drooping moustache, but docile-faced. 

During the course of the conversation, Kadhir too, 
conducted a visual assessment of the ladies, one by 
one. The team leader Mercy, in mid-forties, was of a 
somewhat heavy build. Not too flabby, but bigger than 
the average Indian female physique. Her height was 
proportional to her size. Her authoritarian chest-up 
posture made a magnificent show of her ample breasts. 
She wore a pale blue saree over a tight choli (a short 
Indian blouse) and the petticoat tied below the navel. 

For readers not acquainted with the Indian saree, a 
brief note would be appropriate: The saree is an 
unstitched cloth about five meters in length, wrapped 
around the waist over a string-tied petticoat, with 
the free end draped over the front of a short blouse 
(choli), and the excess slung over the shoulder to 
keep it in place. A well-stitched choli offers the 
right degree of exposure and support, enhancing the 
shape of the wearer's breasts. Usually, a broad 
midriff is left uncovered, which in Mercy's case 
revealed a fold or two in the waist that landed over 
broad buttocks which filled the seat. The extra fat, 
however, could not obscure the seductive form she had 
possessed in her younger days. In contrast to her 
authoritarian voice, her lips had an alluring softness 
that held Kadhir's attention for an extended while. 
Her light-brown complexion was typical of women from 
the state of Kerala. 

Seated to her right was Mala, also a married woman. 
Mala's complexion was a tenth of a shade darker than 
Mercy's, but had a youthful lustre that placed her 
well over ten years younger to her team-leader. She 
too was clad in a saree, a floral nylex. The semi-
transparent nylex provided Kadhir with a fair amount 
of insight into her anatomy. Her body was well 
proportioned, bore no flab, but possessed an 
appropriate amount of fat that was distributed over 
the appropriate places to accentuate her curvaceous 
figure. 

She had a smooth and constricted waistline. A window 
on the opposite wall rendered light at the right angle 
to offer Kadhir a good view of her cleavage through 
the thin nylex. The low-neck choli revealed a pair of 
well-shaped breasts. Her subtle but expensive make-up 
put her as a high-society lady, but the expression on 
her face was typical of a conservative, modest Hindu 
housewife. 

To Mercy's left was Vimala, whose face, figure and 
attire bore the 'college girl' stamp. Sensuous lips on 
an extremely attractive oval-shaped face, plastic-
smooth skin, rocket-nose tits, made-to-order body 
proportions - she was a life size barbie-doll. Maroon 
lipstick, pencil-thin eye-liner, designer pants, 
sleeveless tops: a glamour-grade chick.

Kadhir turned his attention to the other two females 
who sat behind these three. The mangalsuthra on 
Lekha's neck certified her as a married woman, though 
she looked too young for birthing. Her fair complexion 
was just a tint deeper than Caucasian. She was of 
athletic build, had small, but well-shaped tits. She 
was dressed in salwar kameez and wore little make-up. 
The other chick, Savithri, looked like just out of 
school, hardly eighteen. Lean physique, childish face. 
She too, was dressed in salwar-kameez. Kadhir wondered 
how this one joined the gang. She didn't blend with 
the group. 

Kadhir's attention on the ladies' physical aspects did 
little to distract his conversation with Mercy, who 
was actually annoyed at the effortless manner in which 
he responded to her queries. She glanced at her watch 
and decided that it was time to make their move. She 
stood up and demanded that her team be shown the 
animal cages, at once. 

Kadhir referred to the wall-clock and reckoned that 
his men should have completed the arrangements that he 
had ordered while exiting his chamber. The special 
arrangements were a precautionary measure for taking 
care of the ladies, in the event they attempted 
something similar to the Hyderabad incident. His 
judgment could not have been more accurate, since the 
present team was precisely aiming at such a move. He 
led the five ladies to the elevator that was situated 
at the far end of the building. 

They traversed a multitude of corridors, in the course 
of which the ladies totally lost their sense of 
direction. The plush interiors were reminiscent of a 
multinational corporate house, quite different from 
what the activists expected to see. Each of the many 
floors and sections of the premises had been designed 
for a specific program. The ladies felt no motion as 
the neural-network-controlled elevator quietly 
descended to level B, two floors below ground level. 

Level B was where Kadhir's arrangements had been made 
for the ladies' reception. This level presently housed 
eleven of the dozen super-breed dogs that had been 
imported from a Dutch breeding laboratory. The twelfth 
had temporarily been removed to the vet section due to 
a minor infection. These were no ordinary dogs. The 
breed was named 'Delta Rapist' by its creators in 
Holland. A product of selective breeding and genetic 
manipulation, they possessed an awesome aggregation of 
traits - the savage temper of a Combai, ferocity of a 
Rottweiler, intelligence of an Alsatian and the 
stamina of a Wolfhound, to mark a few. 

All twelve dogs were male, procured on behalf of an 
estate client, and were at the final stages of their 
mission-specific training focussed on the assailing of 
human targets, especially females. Kadhir saw the 
visit by the animal rights activists as a timely 
opportunity for real time field-test for the dogs as 
well as his training program. His clients were the 
owners of cardamum estates in the Nilgiri Hills, who 
had a peculiar problem with rivals in the area. After 
experiencing repeated failure of the cardamum crop, 
they instituted an investigation, to discover that the 
cause was neither disease nor malnutrition, but 
intentional poisoning of the soil by their rivals, who 
used attractive women to gain entry into their 
estates' fences. 

The women in question were not of the working cadres, 
but members of the elite, drawn from circles of 
acquaintances and relatives of the landlords. The dogs 
would not only provide fool-proof security for the 
estate, but also be effective in delivering definitive 
punishment to the feminine trespassers of malicious 
intent. 

Kadhir and the team of animal rights activists passed 
another labyrinth of corridors before finally reaching 
the dog-pens. Contrary to the team's expectation, 
these were no ordinary pens either, but integrated 
into sophisticated architecture that bore little 
semblance to animal cages. What they saw were an array 
of stainless steel-grilled shutters covering 
rectangular openings on a very long wall. 

The shutters were closed, but not locked. Mercy's team 
inspected the cages and found a dog in each of the 
first few cages. The dogs they saw were large, but 
appeared benign. With a nod from the team leader, each 
of the ladies swiftly positioned herself near a 
shutter. Mercy gave the order to 'open the shutters', 
and started to slide open the shutter nearest to her. 
As the other ladies started opening the other cages, 
Kadhir assumed an expression of extreme alarm on his 
face and shouted, "Madam, please do not open the 
cages! The dogs belong a client!"

"I don't care whose dogs they are. Do you know that 
they ought not to be kept in a dark cage like this?" 
retorted Mercy in her commanding voice. 

"Please, madam, do not let the dogs out! They are 
ferocious!"

"Don't try to threaten me, gentleman," said Mercy, who 
was in no mood to believe him. She shouted to her 
associates to hasten opening the cages. Five cages 
were now open, from which the five dogs they had seen 
stepped out lazily. Though the dogs were large, their 
benign disposition caused no fear in the ladies' 
minds. 

Furthermore, they had the confidence of having carried 
out a similar exercise at the Municipal Corporation. 
They then started chasing the five dogs towards the 
direction that they assumed was the front of the 
premises, unaware that they were two floors below 
ground level. The reluctant dogs continued to face the 
ladies, but slowly moved backward to where the ladies 
wanted them to go. 

As the group of ladies crossed the foremost of the 
cages, Kadhir dipped his hand into his waist pocket 
and got busy with a device he had inside. It was a 
small gadget designed to produce ultrasonic sounds 
which the dogs had been acclimatized to. The device 
was a modern electronic version of the conventional 
dog-whistle used for generating ultrasonic sounds that 
could be heard only by dogs, inaudible to the human 
ear. While a conventional dog-whistle was limited to a 
single frequency, Kadhir's device was capable of 
producing a wide range of ultrasonic tone-patterns. 
These dogs were trained to respond to over forty 
different ultrasonic commands from the device.

As Kadhir's fingers worked on the device's buttons, 
six more dogs jumped out of the open cages and growled 
behind the ladies. The ladies were taken by surprise, 
as they had seen only one dog per cage. Suddenly, the 
five dogs that they had been driving out, also changed 
from their benign expressions to a frightening growl 
in unison. They lifted their upper lips exhibiting 
their sharp teeth in a fearsome manner. The ladies 
were now gripped with fear, as the dreadful animals 
approached them in a slow and steady movement. Mercy, 
being the toughest of the team, shouted to Kadhir:

"Hey, mister, please drive off these dogs!"

"Madam, these are a ferocious breed. That is why I 
warned you not to release them. No one can control 
them!" 

"Then call your workers, tell them to come with 
sticks!"

"Okay, madam," agreed Kadhir and turned to go. Mercy 
then took out her cell phone to call the media team, 
whom she was furious at for not arriving at the 
appointed time. Unfortunately, she had not received 
information that all the media squads in town had been 
diverted to cover a political meeting called up by the 
opposition party, and none was available to record her 
magnanimous endeavour. 

The instant she took out the phone, a dog pounced on 
her and grasped her hand in its jaws. She squealed in 
shock, as she lost her balance and grabbed the nearest 
handle on the wall to steady her heavy self. The cell 
phone flew from her hand and glided on the floor over 
a distance before disappearing under an enormous 
cupboard at the far end. The dog released her hand as 
soon as its objective was accomplished. Mercy 
inspected her arm in fear, but sighed in relief, upon 
finding the skin intact with only shallow teeth marks. 

The pack of five dogs continued to move towards the 
fear-stricken ladies, forcing them towards the other 
pack of six which were now retracting backwards. In 
spite of the recent incident which she thought was due 
to the dog's aversion for cellphones, Mercy did have 
the nerve to assess the situation. The fact that the 
dogs had thus far been trying only to frighten them 
but did not attack, gave her a blind courage to try 
and bravely step through the pack. 

Immediately all the five dogs barked ferociously and 
prepared to pounce on her, forcing her to jump back in 
fear. The savage barks and the sight of vicious teeth 
triggered an adrenaline rush. Once Mercy was back with 
the group, the pack of five dogs continued their 
advance, while the other pack moved slowly backwards. 

As the ladies moved deeper into the corridor, they saw 
a pathway leading off at right angles. With dogs on 
either side, they stepped into the passage and started 
walking briskly in the hope of escaping the dogs. But 
in reality, they were being driven into the passage by 
the dogs on purpose. Reaching a dead-end, the group of 
ladies found an open door that bore the label "B6" in 
brass. 

They entered the doorway, but before they could manage 
to shut the door, the dogs pushed in. With all the 
eleven dogs behind them, they looked around for an 
escape route, but found none. They were now trapped in 
an enormous hall about forty feet wide and a hundred 
feet long. It was empty, but for the floor-to-ceiling 
cupboards along its length and an array of square 
carpets spread out at regular intervals along its 
middle. Kadhir, who had been following them at a 
distance, called his assistant Samuel on his walkie-
talkie.

"Sam, switch on B6 console. Get ready to record."

"O.K. sir!" 

B6 was a large hall designed for certain specialty 
programs. It was a sound-proof room that incorporated 
an assortment of high-tech gadgetry and special 
features, some of which were concealed in the walls, 
cupboards and carpets. The ceiling displayed a matrix 
of devices that included high-resolution cameras, 
unidirectional microphones and motorized spotlights, 
all of which could be remotely controlled from the 
console room situated a level below. Samuel and Gopal 
were the two technicians fully competent to operate 
the setup. The room had earlier been used on a few 
occasions, but only a quarter of its features had been 
utilised then. 

The five ladies clung together, besieged by the dogs 
and the barbaric growl that echoed in the room. Some 
of the floodlights had already come on when Kadhir 
entered the room. The sight of Kadhir gave a sigh of 
relief to Mercy, but seeing no one behind him angered 
her again. She shouted at him:

"Mister, where are your men? Get them here fast!"

She had a tone of arrogance even in the present 
situation. 'Two dogs not enough for this bitch,' 
reflected Kadhir, who was undecided as to which of the 
females to put the eleventh dog on, as he worked out a 
two-on-one assault scheme. His hand which was still in 
the waist pocket, pressed a few more keys to emit a 
new sequence of ultrasonic commands. The scene in B6 
began to change.

Two of the dogs that surrounded the females moved 
towards the youngest of them, namely, Savithri, and 
forced her to separate from the group. She inched away 
with the fearful thought that the dogs were going to 
attack her. But instead of attacking, the dogs made 
her move away towards the other end of the room. She 
turned to look at Lekha, who was also being forced by 
another pair of dogs to move in the same direction. 
She was then followed by Vimala, the cutie. Each of 
the females was being separated from the group by a 
pair of dogs, and made to move towards a specific spot 
in the room. The Team-leader Mercy, however, had three 
dogs to guide her to her destination. 

Eventually, the five office-bearers of ARAG were 
spread out, each positioned on one of the square 
carpets. The dogs were effective in holding them at 
their respective positions. The dread of being 
separated from the group drowned their curiosity as to 
why they were being positioned in this manner. In 
reality, their placements were most convenient for the 
cameras to provide multiple-angle coverage of each 
female. 

There were even cameras positioned at the floor's edge 
for low-viewpoint shots. Kadhir was silently 
orchestrating the whole programme with the tip of his 
finger, literally. He was also keenly observing the 
individual and collective behavioural responses of the 
dogs, to evaluate the efficacy of his training. 

The console room was situated on the floor below level 
B where the special reception for the ladies from ARAG 
was under way. The room's walls were mostly covered 
with flat-screen monitors, with a 'C' shaped control 
panel in the front that contained a maze of switches, 
sliders and knobs. As Samuel tweaked the controls, 
several of the monitors came on, with images of the 
sweating and shivering females in B6. Each of the 
ladies could be viewed from several angles by 
selecting and adjusting the appropriate cameras. 

Sam zoomed in on the cutest of the lot, Vimala. She 
was a real looker. He then switched on and adjusted 
the intensity of spotlights one by one, until he got 
the right effect. With their clothes clinging to their 
sexy bodies due to the sweat brought about by the 
anxiety besides the heat from spotlights, the five 
ladies made an excellent show on the monitors. Just 
then he saw some action on monitors two and three, so 
he stopped ogling and got serious with his work. 

Without warning, one of the three dogs that surrounded 
Madam Mercy leaped up and placed its paws on her 
shoulders. The unexpected act evoked an ear-piercing 
scream from the team-leader as she stepped back to 
avoid falling over from the weight of the animal. She 
steadied herself in an instant and tried to shake off 
the dog in a show of bravery that stunned Kadhir. An 
ordinary lady under such a circumstance would surely 
have collapsed in fear. The sudden attack on their 
leader sent shivers through the other ladies. Mercy 
wrestled with the dog to get rid of it, but the animal 
was too strong for her. She shouted to Kadhir:

"Mister, drive off this dog, please!"

Kadhir neared her, but did not act. She shouted 
louder.

"Don't stand there, mister! Please get this dog off 
me, get it back into the cage! We will leave you alone 
and not trouble you again."

That was followed by a "EeeeeeeeeeeeeeK!" when she got 
some scratches on her neck from the dog's paws. Kadhir 
shouted to the dog:

"Delta two! down!"

The dog turned to look at him, but instead of 
dismounting, growled at him. Kadhir tried to grab the 
dog's collar and drag it off. More accurately, he made 
a show of trying to drag the dog off, since what he 
really needed to do was voice the right command to get 
the dog off in an instant. 

"Madam, these are too tough to control, that is why I 
warned you in the begining itself!" 

He wanted the fear to soak in, but Mercy was made of 
sterner stuff. She threatened him, even as she 
continued to wrestle with the animal.

"Look here, mister, you better get this damn animal 
off me or you're in deep trouble! Understand? You do 
not know who I am!"

She fought like a warrior, in spite of the sharp 
canine teeth that flashed inches from her eyes. 
Finally she managed to push off the loathsome beast. 
Actually, it was the dog that decided to jump down, on 
a silent command from Kadhir's device. While jumping 
down, however, it pulled the front end of her saree, 
exposing her choli-covered chest and the bare flesh of 
her midriff which, with a deep navel pit, offered a 
lewd display that aroused not only Kadhir but also 
Sam, who watched from the console room. 

Mercy studied with disgust the scratches and patches 
of dog saliva on her neck, upper chest and hands. The 
trickle of blood from the deeper scratches caused more 
of anger than of fear in the headstrong woman. Kadhir, 
with an expression of helplessness, continued to 
instill more fear in her.

"Madam, these are a dangerous breed of dogs! They will 
attack with savage ferocity if we are not careful! We 
must exercise utmost care with these dogs." His words, 
instead of scaring her, infuriated her further. 

"What nonsense are you trying to give me, mister? If 
any one of us is harmed by your dogs, you're finished! 
Do you understand? Get all these dogs away, 
immediately!"

'Ah, this bitch,' thought Kadhir, 'is in the right 
place!' He was really going to enjoy the show. But his 
face bore an expression of utter helplessness as he 
continued his discourse.

"Madam, please listen to me. These are not ordinary 
dogs, they are a cross breed of wolves, and specially 
meant for guard dogs. Until they are trained properly, 
they are extremely wild and cannot be controlled. They 
are also known to be intensely excited by female 
scent, that is why they did not bite any of you. 
Otherwise they would have attacked in a grievous 
manner by now."

"Just what are you trying to tell me, mister?" 
interrupted Mercy. She was beginning to get concerned.

"Please listen to me, madam. As I told you, they seem 
to be excited by the female scent due to your 
presence. There is only one way to handle them now. If 
you oppose them they will become very aggressive. But 
if you let them have their way, they will not harm 
you."

That set off Mercy into a train of thoughts. What did 
he mean by 'excited by female scent'? She knew that 
men were always excited by her busty feminine charms, 
a fact she has often exploited to her benefit. A 
tactful 'inadvertent' flash of a choli-covered tit, or 
a rub of her soft mammaries on a male elbow could 
accomplish plenty. But, will it work on dogs? 

In a sudden realisation that her saree no longer 
covered her bosom, her hand grasped the loose end that 
hung from her waist. The moment she tried to put the 
saree back over her front, a dog jumped and grabbed 
her hand as if to resist her action. The next instant, 
the other two dogs tried to pull down the remainder of 
the saree that was still wrapped around her waist. 
When she fought to push them off, the dogs got furious 
and one of them gripped her hand with its teeth. She 
then remembered Kadhir's advise to 'let them have 
their way'. She was very worried that her saree could 
get spoilt if she fought with the dogs. Kadhir 
reinforced her thoughts.

"Madam, they will tear your saree to pieces! It is 
better that you remove it yourself!"

The thought of her two thousand rupee Mysore-Silk 
going to shreds got her hands busy, unwrapping the 
saree from her waist. Her action seemed to gratify the 
dogs, as they stood back, quietly watching her. She 
rolled up the saree and looked around for a proper 
place to deposit it. Kadhir, seeing her quandary, lent 
a helping hand and received the bundle. Then the dog 
in her front jumped again and clenched the neck-line 
of her choli with its teeth, detaching the top two 
hooks in the process. 

Now scared for her expensive matching-choli, she undid 
the remaining hooks herself and peeled off the blouse. 
Kadhir took away the choli too, ogling at her tits 
that bulged in the tight clasp of the costly bra. 
Mercy, in the frightening speed of the happenings, 
failed to realise until then the obscene exhibition 
she made, in the midst of her assistants and an 
unknown male. She even handed over her clothes to the 
stranger! When she did come to senses, her head spun 
with the agonizing realisation of her unthinkable 
situation. 

Kadhir turned his attention to the other ladies, who 
were in a state of shock as they watched the 
humiliation of their team-leader by the fiendish 
hounds. The expression of bewilderment on their faces 
indicated that the time was ripe for the next step. 
His fingers played again with the device in his 
pocket. In an instant, the two dogs that guarded Mala 
pounced on her. It was followed by similar assaults on 
the other three ladies, in timed succession. After 
watching the 'live demonstration' by their leader, the 
ladies were aware by now of what they were expected to 
do. Kadhir then turned his attention back to Mercy.

Before Mercy could recover from her reeling head, the 
dog pounced on her again, pulling the clasp of the bra 
with its teeth. The pull caused her to lose her 
balance, and Kadhir stepped forth to offer support. 
The bra fell open, revealing her luscious breasts that 
jiggled in an erotic manner. With broad areolae and 
stiffened nipples, these were probably the biggest 
tits Kadhir had seen in his career. He rendered 
further assistance by slipping the bra down her back, 
during the course of which he took a firm hold of her 
right-tit to assess the denseness.

Now, Madam Mercy Joseph, Officer-In-Charge of the team 
of Animal Rights Activists, stood half naked in the 
midst of her four assistants, an unknown male and 
eleven savage dogs in bright spotlight. The three 
spotlights that shone on her had recently increased in 
brilliance, as a result of Sam's endeavour to record 
her voluptuous body in finer detail. Her blood seethed 
in shame and disgrace. The humiliation numbed her 
mind, rendering her incapable of thinking her next 
action. The dogs got active again, trying now to pull 
her petticoat down from her waist. Her hands 
instinctively gripped her petticoat to save the 
remains of her modesty. 

The intensity of the events had caused her to sweat 
profusely, intensifying thereby the scent that 
emanated from her groin, which induced the dog in her 
front to nudge the tip of its muzzle between her 
thighs. In spite of the petticoat's cover, the dog's 
nose scrapped against her vaginal mound making her 
step back in defence. Her action caused her to trip 
over the dog that stood behind her and fall backwards, 
landing on her buttocks with a thud. 

The unexpected fall resulted in both her legs flying 
upwards in an awkward manner, pushing up the rim of 
her petticoat that finally landed over her face, 
blocking her vision. Her fleshy thighs were now 
exposed, along with the thick black curls that covered 
her cunt mound in a vulgar triangle. She was not 
accustomed to wearing panties, as was the tradition in 
her community. 

When she tried to push off the petticoat that covered 
her face, two of the dogs grasped her hands and held 
them outstretched, while the third advanced between 
her legs to sniff at the vaginal slit. Kadhir took 
note of their teamwork, an important aspect of their 
training. 

Sensing an intrusion on her privates, Mercy crossed a 
thigh over the other to cover her sex. Her action, 
however, infuriated the dog which tried to regain 
access to the heavenly aroma by forcibly separating 
her thighs with its jaws and paws. The sharp pain from 
the dog's claws that dug into her soft thighs caused 
her to throw them out again, thereby reopening wide 
the orifice of her cunt. 

The dog resumed its endeavour to savour the bewitching 
flavour. The swipe of its coarse tongue across her 
vulva and over the clitoris instantaneously replaced 
her sense of intense pain with a sensation of acute 
pleasure, the likes of which she never had experienced 
before. The dog displayed its conditioned skill to 
pleasure the human female in the most effective 
manner. It tried, with its long rough tongue, to reach 
the very source of the scent, digging into the depths 
of her cunt. The muscular tongue swirled inside her 
sensitive vaginal chute, reaching through to the 
cervical tube. 

She lay in a state of stupefied abandon, relishing the 
heavenly sensation she never had known to exist. Mercy 
did receive her regular dose of sexual gratification 
from her potent husband, but the act was always 
limited to the conventional missionary-mode copulation 
and nothing beyond. The application of oral stimulus 
on the private organs was beyond the domain of her 
thoughts. 

In spite of reaching the apex of her professional 
career, her mindset had not progressed beyond 
conservative doctrines. The dog's expert 
administrations induced a copious flow of her vaginal 
juices, the strong smell of which stimulated the 
sexual chemistry of all the dogs in the vicinity. 
Every dog in the room sported a pink pecker that poked 
from its furry sheath. 

Kadhir, who in the meanwhile had been preoccupied 
directing action on the other ladies, returned to 
watch the team-leader squirming in rapacious ecstasy 
from the canine- administered cunnilingus. Upon closer 
examination he could perceive the onset of her journey 
towards a sexual climax. He turned his attention to 
the dog's action. The dog, who had closer knowledge 
than him of the woman's state, retracted its tongue 
and withdrew, precisely a moment short of her reaching 
the orgasmic peak, as it was conditioned to do. This 
was an intricate feature of the dogs' training, to 
prepare the human target for bestial copulation. 

As for Mercy, the abrupt termination of the raging 
pleasure just short of the blissful moment was like 
being struck by a peal of lightening. The frustration 
was so intense that she raised her buttocks high, in 
an involuntary attempt to recapture the instrument 
that gave her such indescribable pleasure. The futile 
effort left her writhing in agony. She then tried to 
regain her normal senses, pushing off her face the 
petticoat's flap that hitherto had kept her in the 
dark. 

The sight of the dog between her legs revealed the 
real cause of the pleasure spell she was thus far 
under. Outraged by the revelation she scrambled to get 
up, in the process of which she sat up and stooped to 
lift herself on her knees. The posture caused the dog 
behind her, which was in an advanced state of arousal, 
to mount on to her back causing her to bend down due 
to the weight. She planted her palms on the carpeted 
floor to support herself, inadvertently providing the 
right position for the dog's penis to align with her 
sex. 

The dog instinctively positioned its protruding member 
against her vaginal orifice and humped forward in a 
powerful thrust, plunging the canine phallus deep into 
the human bitch's cunt. Such a penetration should have 
caused extreme repulsion in the upright woman under 
normal circumstances, but her present state of mind 
yearned for the pleasure that was withdrawn from her 
moments ago. 

The dog humped her with frightening speed - about ten 
times as fast as a human male. Unlike the human penis 
that ejaculates only upon its owner reaching a climax, 
the canine penis ejaculated in continual spurts right 
from the point of entry. The powerful jets of canine 
sperm splashing on the inner walls of her womb set her 
very soul on fire. 

Her body trembled, her coconut-sized breasts shaking 
in phase with the dog's rump. Within minutes she 
exploded in her first orgasm, and her vaginal muscles 
milked the dog's penis in spasms, triggering the onset 
of the canine knot. The dog, with its natural 
instinct, forced the bulging knot into the human 
bitch's cunt, where it swelled further. 

Mercy's climax was receding as the knot grew bigger in 
the passing seconds, stretching her vaginal chute to 
the limit. The movement of the swollen knot inside her 
vaginal entrance and the shaft of the dog's penis deep 
inside the narrow uterine channel, took her to yet 
another dimension of pleasure she had never known 
existed. The knot now plugged her cuntal orifice 
completely, sealing-in the dog sperm that continued to 
spurt without end. True to its name, this breed of 
dogs is noted for its unmatched virility and 
aggressive copulatory behaviour. 

Mercy's first bestial breeding lasted for over half an 
hour, during the course of which she was hit by an 
endless train of orgasms that held her on a continuum 
of rapturous delight. The dog stopped humping when it 
finally reached its own climax, but did not separate, 
for it was tied to the human bitch by its knot in her 
cunt. When the dog alighted its forelegs, the huge 
knot twisted painfully in her cunt. Mercy had to 
remain butt to butt with the dog for a while until the 
knot melted. It did not last very long though, as her 
middle-aged cunt was fairly wide and allowed 
decoupling after partial deflation of the knot. Her 
team members were less lucky on this account, since 
all their cunts were considerably tighter. 

Soon after commencement of the canine rape of Mercy, 
Kadhir had directed the other dogs to carry out 
similar assaults on the other ladies of the team in 
quick succession, an account of which is presented 
below for the benefit of the readers.

The subsequent target was Mala. The two dogs that 
guarded her, pounced on her while she stood 
dumbfounded watching the attack on Mercy. She did not 
possess half the courage her leader had. In panic she 
jumped and tried to run, but could not escape the dogs 
that effectively kept her rooted to her assigned spot. 
These dogs were trained to assail a target, force her 
towards a specified spot where they could hold her for 
a specified length of time or embark on a sexual 
assault as directed. They were also conditioned to 
avoid grievous injury to the subject unless 
specifically commanded to do so. They were extremely 
effective in using fear tactics on human subjects, as 
exhibited in the case of the five ladies from ARAG. 
The sight of the savage teeth and the fiendish growl 
gripped Mala with a terror that blocked her ability to 
think. Kadhir gave her the advise he gave to Mercy a 
short while ago:

"Madam, please do not resist the dogs! They will tear 
you to pieces! But they will not harm you if you let 
them have their way, like the other madam did."

Mala turned towards Mercy, whose neck and shoulders 
bore scratches that oozed blood. The sight of blood 
panicked her further. The dogs jumped again. Kadhir 
pulled them away forcibly, but they fought back as 
instructed by his ultrasonic commands. He put up a 
convincing show of wrestling with the dogs as he 
instructed her to remove her saree just as her leader 
did. In the self-preservation instinct, she unfurled 
her saree as fast as she could. Amidst his show of 
struggle with the two dogs, Kadhir let go one of them, 
the sight of which made her remove her choli and the 
bra in a single motion. She hesitated to untie the 
knot of her petticoat, but the terrorising display of 
the dog's fury gave her no option. Unlike Mercy, she 
wore elegant panties decked with fine lacework. 

She had superb body structure. Her firm rounded 
breasts, with measured sags and pointed nipples, bore 
the shape of ripe mangoes. Smaller than Mercy's, but 
each a handful. The narrow waist was creaseless, set 
over a broad pelvis in an erotic display of womanly 
charms. Kadhir now released the other dog that went 
straight to her panties. She was now driven by 
instinct, hurriedly slipping off the last cover to her 
sex. Denuding herself before a stranger in bright 
light was an unthinkable act for this lady of tight 
morals, but she was presently propelled by fright and 
not by thought. 

Simultaneous attacks on the other three ladies had 
been launched by the respective dogs that handled 
them. Vimala was a pampered child of affluent parents, 
who spared no effort nor expense to maintain her 
beauty. Having never been exposed to the rigours of 
life, she was incapable of digesting the sight of the 
degradation of the two senior ladies by the horrible 
hounds or the blood-oozing scratches on Madam Mercy. 
When she was assailed by the dogs that guarded her, 
she hurried to undress herself in order to avoid 
damage to her flawless body. The next in line, Lekha, 
was also under a spell of fear that caused her to 
follow suit, denuding herself wilfully in a jiffy. 

Savithri the youngest, wetted her panties in fright, 
crying piteously. Kadhir who went to comfort her, 
helped her out of her clothes. She was of small frame, 
but physically mature as evinced by her fully formed 
breasts and the jet-dark pubic curls. The dogs he had 
let on this girl were grossly oversized for her, but 
Kadhir was in no position to take pity, for his 
present action was one of self defence. 
Notwithstanding, he did spend a moment of thought on 
this one. She would have to endure much pain, though 
the effect would greatly enhance the spectators' 
delight. 
 
The four ladies from ARAG were now standing stark 
naked in the large hall, the fifth lying half-naked on 
the carpet, all sweating in the fear and from the 
fiery lights that flooded them. Kadhir was in total 
control of each of the eleven dogs that were 
conducting the show as if at their own discretion. 
Every instant of the proceedings that took place in B6 
was being recorded in high resolution with the help of 
over two dozen video cameras remotely operated by 
Samuel from the Console room. We now turn our 
attention to Mrs. Mala Ganesan, displaying her 
seductive figure on the second carpet. 

The dog in her front nudged its nose at her hair-
covered cunt, evoking a soprano squeal as she stepped 
back in fright. The dog behind her poked its nose in 
the crack of her buttocks. She squeezed her thighs 
together to defend her sex and the dog in her front 
responded with a furious bark and a threat to pounce, 
that made her shudder. Kadhir considered it the right 
moment to advise her:

"Madam, spread your legs apart, otherwise the dogs 
will get angry and bite!"

It was the fear of being bitten in her privates that 
made her close her legs, but now she is told that they 
will bite only if she closed them. Without a thought 
she heeded his advice and separated her legs. The dog 
instantly stepped forward and started lapping her cunt 
in masterful stokes, displaying its conditioned skill 
in manipulating the human vagina. The stroke of its 
tongue was neither random nor driven by canine 
instinct, but a result of thorough practice, refined 
on ten different human cunts. 

The first few swipes across the cunt would render any 
human female incapable of resisting. A scientific 
explanation of the effect lies in the manner in which 
the tongue is applied, vellicating the nerve-endings 
over the vaginal topology in a specific sequence, that 
triggers a sudden secretion of the pleasure chemicals 
dopamine and norepinephrine in the brain of the 
subject. 

The speed and the order in which these pleasure 
neurochemicals are released, cause a positive feedback 
within the brain due to each of the chemicals inducing 
the release of the other. The resultant flooding of 
the nervous system creates a state of pleasurable 
numbness akin to drug-induced inebriation in the 
subject, rendering her fully receptive to further 
manipulation of her genitals.

That was precisely the state that Mala was 
experiencing, almost a trance induced by the dog's 
administrations. She was followed soon by her other 
colleagues Vimala, Lekha and Savithri, who were 
manipulated to similar states of elation by the 
respective dogs that handled them. Samuel, who was 
watching the scenes of B6 on his monitors, was having 
trouble with his erection. The scene of four elegant 
ladies standing on widely separated legs, each with a 
dog lapping at her most private possession, and the 
fifth, the leader of them all, lying on the carpet 
with a dog slurping her love-juices in earnest, was 
beyond the limits of his youthful forbearance. The 
strain in his groin was so intense that he had to 
release his engorged manhood from the confines of the 
zipper. 

Kadhir, who was in a higher state of arousal due to 
the lubricious scenes in addition to the aphrodisiac 
smells in the hall, was in acute need of a release. He 
chose Vimala, the prettiest one. Glittering in sweat, 
she was a sight to behold. She was impeccably 
beautiful. A silent command from his ultrasonic device 
caused the lapping dog to retreat, leaving the beauty 
aching in frustration. Kadhir stepped before her, 
frenched her mouth and cupped a tit. The craving 
beauty responded with a ravenous kiss-back as he 
vigorously kneaded her tit-meat. His free hand grasped 
her pussy mound and kneaded the hairless flesh, 
transporting her back to the blissful state she 
thought she lost for a moment. 

After a while he unlocked his mouth, moved it to her 
right tit and sucked the nipple as he pinched the 
other nipple between his fingers. When he felt her 
cunt juicing again, he detached himself to slip off 
his trousers, then bent her forward and positioned his 
erection from behind. Her present state of mind 
rendered her completely pliable to his will. He held 
her hips and drove his prick in a slow, steady motion 
until the whole of his shaft was encased in her 
hairless cunt. He did not encounter resistance from a 
hymen, but the whole length of her procreation channel 
was extremely tight. 

He pumped her in a slow rhythm relishing the clasp of 
her vaginal passage. Soon, she reached a shuddering 
climax, her cunt muscles gripping his cock in 
spasmodic convulsions. It took Kadhir much effort to 
withhold his own orgasm, since he desired to savour 
the feel of her tight channel for much longer. The 
crossing of her peak brought Vimala to the ground 
realisation of her state, but he re-triggered her 
quickly by suitable manipulations of her clitoris. He 
then grasped her tits for reference as he continued to 
pump, until his cock felt the clenches of her second 
cumming. 

He managed to hold back yet again, though this was 
tougher than before. He paused for her to subside, 
then restarted the fuck with greater speed. Her tits 
were reddened by his kneading. She rose towards yet 
another peak with Kadhir's steady pumping. He then 
modulated his pumping action to hold her on the 
orgasmic crest for a prolonged duration. 

He finally allowed her to reach her third orgasm, 
during which he crossed his own peak, emptying the 
entirety of his seed into her depths. The synchronous 
climax took her to a new level of sexual experience, 
as the blasts of his sperm hit the walls of her womb 
in time with her own ejaculation. Kadhir rested in her 
for a long while before decoupling, and then turned 
his attention to Savithri the youngest.

The dogs that handled Savithri had been given the 
'RA3' command, which was a wholesome instruction for 
the animals to conduct an 'assault and rape' on the 
subject. The dogs were thus on 'autopilot' mode, 
acting on their own, in accordance with the subject's 
response and other factors that governed the 
situation. These dogs had been custom-trained to 
perform autonomously under a variety of circumstances, 
on a variety of subjects clad in a variety of attires. 
They were capable of using a variety of tactics to 
overpower, denude and force the target into the 
appropriate position for copulation. 

In conventional canine training, food is the standard 
reward that is offered. But, due to the genetic 
phenotype of this breed, the most effective reward is 
the attainment of coitus. Further, they were 
programmed to perform as a team, with total 
cooperation amongst the members. They would never 
compete with or attack each other. However, once set 
on a target, they reckon their mission as accomplished 
only upon every member of the team or sub-team 
attaining the coital reward, unless deliberately 
instructed otherwise. 

In the case of their ultimate assignment at the 
clients' estate, this feature would have severe 
consequences for the estate's trespassers, since the 
subject would have to endure up to twelve canine 
couplings in succession, knot-tied in each case. That, 
however, was in accordance with the clients' desires. 
The dogs were also capable of accomplishing the above 
goal without causing a single visible injury to the 
subject, who would thus be incapable of registering a 
convincing report of the assault. 

The dog behind Savithri was quick in getting her into 
position, and commenced its mating rite. With the tip 
of its penis the dog sought her vaginal entrance while 
it held her waist between its forelegs, bent her 
further with its weight and attempted insertion with 
normal force. However, due to the impedance offered by 
the tight virgin cunt, the dog had to momentarily 
withdraw, and hammer in with full thrust. The whole 
sequence was accomplished before the girl realised 
what was happening. 

Her hymen was shattered into shreds, and the dog's 
penis plunged into the depths of her uterine cavity, 
causing the young girl excruciating pain. Had it not 
been for the copious lubrication and the consequent 
softening of her vaginal tissues from the preparatory 
session, she would have suffered severe damage to her 
reproductive mechanism. She screeched a high decibel 
scream before her vision began to fade. But the dog 
continued to fuck her with vigour and speed. 

Kadhir, sensing the girl's loss of consciousness, 
picked up a bottle of mineral water and splashed it on 
her face. She regained consciousness, only to feel the 
unbearable pain that caused her to scream again. 
Kadhir moved away to give the cameras an unobstructed 
view of her priceless facial expressions. The 
microphones under the carpet registered in high 
fidelity the unmistakable pistoning sounds of the 
dog's oversized cock ramming into her tight cunt 
amidst her wailing squalls. 

Samuel who was recording the scene, could not withhold 
his ejaculation as he watched the incredible show of 
bestial defloration. He zoomed in on the virgin blood 
dripping down her thighs and also coating the dog's 
penis. The floor-level cameras had to be utilised for 
the purpose. The dog seemed to relish the grip of her 
muscles around its penis as it continued to fuck the 
little bitch with great enthusiasm. As the flow of 
canine semen enhanced the slipperiness of her cunt, 
her pain gradually subsided and her sexual instincts 
took over, as manifested by the blissful expression on 
her face. Savithri was about to experience her maiden 
orgasm. 

The video monitors in the console room offered an 
incredible sight, displaying the proceedings of B6 
from a variety of viewpoints. The far-end camera 
showed the five lovely ladies in a row bent on their 
knees and elbows, each of them mounted by a canine 
stud that vigorously humped its human bitch. The other 
dogs that awaited their respective turns, provided 
additional embellishment to the bestial orgy by 
licking the ladies' necks, faces and the breasts that 
oscillated in synchronism with the swift mating 
rhythm. None of the five ladies had ever experienced 
such extreme levels of pleasure before. Even young 
Savithri who was initially overwhelmed by the pain of 
penetration, was now enthralled by a hitherto unknown 
genre of delightful thrill. 

The scenes that followed were even more arousing, with 
the first mating ritual reaching its culmination. 
After Mercy's dog dismounted her, the other dogs also 
dismounted from their respective human bitches within 
a span of about fifteen minutes. The dogs however, 
were still attached to their bitches by the knots 
trapped in the respective cunts. The five ladies had 
to remain on their knees and elbows, tied butt to butt 
with the dogs, presenting an immensely erotic picture. 

While the four younger ladies remained knotted for 
about half an hour, Mercy's older cunt being much 
wider, released the knot in half the time. When the 
canine cock plopped out, all the dog spunk that had 
accumulated in her uterus gushed from her cunt like 
the spray of a hose. She dropped on her belly from the 
exhaustion, albeit in an inexplicable state of 
contentedness. 

Unfortunately she could not rest for long, as the next 
dog in queue prodded its nose between her thighs. When 
she raised her buttocks in a frantic attempt to rise, 
the dog prepared to mount. Even though she had just 
experienced the greatest pleasure of her life, she was 
not prepared for an encore so soon. She tried to 
straighten herself up on her knees, but the dog 
gripped her waist with its forelegs and bent her down 
with its might and weight, forcing her into the mating 
position again. 

Meanwhile, the third dog reached from underneath her 
belly and began licking her pussy in earnest. She 
wiggled wildly in a vain attempt to free herself from 
the dogs. The dog on her back plunged its penis fully 
into her wet cunt once and pulled out. It then 
repositioned its cock on her rectal orifice and humped 
forward. Before she could sense the reality, the 
canine tip was lodged in her anus. She twisted and 
wriggled in a delirious attempt to dislodge the canine 
penis from her arsehole, but her manoeuvres produced 
the opposite effect of admitting the dog's member 
deeper inside her anus. The dog then thrust in with 
brute force, almost fully penetrating her colon. 

Mercy was now in great distress from the stretching of 
her rectal muscles beyond their elastic limits. Her 
initial assumption that the dog entered her anus by 
mistake was wrong, since the dog actually was under 
instruction to sodomise her rear. The first dip of its 
cock in her dripping vagina was a practised approach 
to acquire a slippery coat on its shaft, as the rectum 
does not provide natural lubrication. 

Mercy screamed at the peak of her vocal cords' 
capacity as she suffered indescribable pain. Her wide 
cunt could have accommodated the oversized canine 
cock, but her unused rectal chute was far too narrow 
for the formidable tool. The pain was beyond the 
limits of her tolerance. The brave lady was literally 
in tears, weeping in great agony. The dog pumped her 
rear with forcible thrusts, its penis spurting jets of 
sperm into her colon. The seminal fluid provided the 
much needed lubrication, lessening the stinging 
abrasion of her rectal tissues. 

Furthermore, the thick penis-head rhythmically nudged 
at the sensitive bundle of nerves located between the 
anal and vaginal passages, triggering an altogether 
different kind of pleasure. Mercy began to taste a 
strange cocktail of pain and pleasure that transported 
her to an unknown realm of sexual experience. 

In due course, however, the pleasure was overtaken by 
the pain as the dog's penis began to swell at the 
base. The knot was entrapped inside her rectum where 
it expanded to its maximum size, multiplying her 
distress exponentially. When the dog concluded its 
mating ritual, she remained butt-knotted for well over 
forty long minutes. 

The other ladies were now at the final stages of their 
second dog-mating. Unlike their leader who had to 
endure the dreadful anal penetration, they received 
vaginal coupling which was a pleasurable experience 
for them, in spite of the tiredness. Even Savithri's 
cunt had stretched to the extent of painless 
accommodation of the second dog's tool. The 
exhilarating experience of riding a continuum of 
orgasmic peaks was deeply engraved in the minds of 
these ladies. The session finally reached a 
conclusion, with the four human bitches tied butt to 
butt with their respective canine lovers. Mercy, on 
the other hand, had to endure a third canine coupling 
as soon as she was untied from the second. This time, 
thankfully, it was vaginal. 

Thus concluded the special reception accorded to the 
five-member team of the Animal Rights Activists Group, 
who had arrived at 'Kadhir Pets' with the intention of 
securing freedom for the animals in captivity. The 
animal-lovers were filled to the brim with the love-
juices of the dogs they had come to release. It would 
be the most memorable welcome party for the ladies, 
albeit an unexpected one. 

The ladies were presently recuperating from the 
intense proceedings of the day. Madam Mercy was the 
first to regain her senses. The first thing she 
noticed was the absence of the dogs. As her mind 
cleared further she recalled with extreme indignation 
the events that had befallen her, and vowed to avenge 
the unthinkable humiliation she had been subjected to. 
She pondered over her next course of action. Then, 
with the sudden realisation of her nakedness, she 
searched for her clothes which lay beyond the carpet 
she was lying on. She then instructed her colleagues 
to get dressed, and spoke to them of their next move.

"Get dressed fast. We shall go straight to the police 
station and register complaints of rape."

As her team mates rose up in response to their leader, 
Kadhiresan, who had thus far been watching them from a 
corner of the room, came towards Mercy and spoke to 
her.

"Madam, please clean up yourselves, there is a 
bathroom this side."

Mercy immediately shouted to her colleagues.

"Do not listen to him! He is trying to erase 
evidence!"

"Madam, do not worry about the evidence, I will give 
you all the evidence you need. I am only suggesting 
that it will not be nice for you if you go out like 
this, you see..."

Mercy assumed that he was mocking, and simply ignored 
him as she prepared to dress. Kadhir spoke to Samuel 
on his wireless set, and then pressed some buttons on 
a switchboard concealed in the cupboards. A DLP 
projector descended from the ceiling and lit up the 
white wall before Mercy. The ladies gathered on 
Mercy's carpet and looked at the wall with curiosity. 
Sam, from the console room, selected certain scenes 
from the recordings he had made, and routed them to 
the projector in B6. 

A bright picture of Mercy's face filled the wall, her 
face expressing divine happiness. The picture then 
zoomed out to reveal the cause of her delightful 
disposition, the dog mounted on her back. The dog was 
licking her neck as it humped her in earnest. The next 
clip showed all the five ladies mated with their 
canine lovers, each portraying an expression of 
absolute pleasure on her face. The ladies were 
flabbergasted as they watched the pictures of 
themselves in such scandalous depiction. Mercy fumed 
in anger. She screeched at Kadhir:

"What the hell is this, mister? Are you trying to 
blackmail us?"

Her voice trembled with fury, her face red with rage. 
The shots that followed, displayed in fine detail the 
bestial ravishment of every member of her team, with 
emphatic depictions of the blissful expressions on 
their faces. The ladies were aghast. Their intended 
rape-complaints would hold no water in the light of 
these videos. After the necessary scenes were 
displayed to the ladies, the projector shut itself 
off. After a long while, Mercy found her voice. 

"Mister, who took these?"

"No one took them, madam, it got recorded 
automatically," answered Kadhir, maintaining a 
respectful tone of voice.

"You mean everything that happened got recorded?"

"Yes, madam. About four hours of recording must be 
there. All the evidence you need is available."

Mercy's blood was boiling. Her head was near the point 
of explosion. She tried to devise a strategy, but her 
brain refused to function. Kadhiresan remained silent, 
in order to allow the scenes to soak in fully. Little 
did the ladies realise the implication of his 
statement about the 'four hours of recording'. Each of 
the twenty eight cameras had contributed about four 
hours of coverage. 

The total recorded length, with tactful editing, could 
provide a dozen full-length bestiality movies of the 
highest quality. Kadhir was fully aware of the 
prodigious market value of his possession, but he was 
presently pursuing a different line of thought. He was 
now presented with the extraordinary opportunity of 
exploiting the five lovely ladies for his personal 
amusements. They could further be used as baits to 
recruit additional bitches in the future. 

The four younger ladies were in a state of stupefied 
bewilderment as they looked to their leader for 
guidance. Mercy's brain began to function. With her 
professional background of wielding absolute power 
over nearly three hundred men at her institution, she 
considered it easy matter to tackle this youngster. 
She started off with threats, emphasising her superior 
position in the government. Then, finding not a sign 
of alarm on Kadhir's face, shifted strategy to one of 
bargain. She tried all the tricks and tactics in her 
possession. After patiently listening to her, Kadhir 
spoke.

"Madam, please take a look above you."

The ladies looked up, to see the numerous gadgets 
affixed to the ceiling. They were confused.

"Madam, there are thirty cameras in the room. Every 
one of you has been recorded from every possible 
angle. With four hours on each, we have about a 
hundred and twenty hours of high quality coverage 
which could fetch a fortune."

The ladies were flabbergasted. Mercy was gripped by 
terror. As if he read her mind, Kadhir consoled her:

"But I have no intention to distribute these videos." 

She felt relieved, at least for the moment. He 
continued his speech.

"They will be kept for ensuring my security. If you 
ladies will accept my conditions, the videos will be 
in safe custody."

"How can we believe that you won't give it to anyone?"

"To believe or not to believe is your wish. It is my 
decision to safeguard the recordings, if you abide by 
my terms."

For the first time, Mercy had to concede defeat. It 
was the debacle of her life. Her elite status was at 
stake. 

"What should we do?"

"You shall have to come here whenever I call upon 
you." 

"For what purpose?"

"The purpose shall depend on my inclinations at the 
time. As an example, you may have to participate in an 
event like today's."

The day's events, despite the traumatic and 
humiliating phase of commencement, had deeply 
inscribed in the ladies' minds the most pleasurable 
memories of the subsequent phase that was brought to 
the surface by Kadhir's words. Their subconscious 
minds, in fact, yearned for an opportunity to savour 
the wondrous thrill again. It was therefore not with 
total unwillingness that Mercy and her team acceded to 
his demands. 

Kadhir, however, would not accept mere words as a mark 
of agreement. To signify the signing of the unwritten 
agreement, Madam Mercy had to apply the juicy lips of 
her mouth on Kadhiresan's erect manhood in deep-
throated fellation and finally consume his ejaculate, 
in full witness of her team-members. The expression of 
defeat on her face was his assurance that he was in 
absolute possession of the five lovely ladies. 

END

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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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