"Get… him… off… of… me," Carolyn begged between the double-time cadence of the humping dog. "Please… pull… him… off… of… me… please… please."
Jason held up the choke chain and looked at her questioningly.
"Did you say you wanted me to call Nero off?" he asked with a facetious smile.
"Yes… Yes… Please!" Carolyn gasped.
Jason held the chain before her tortured eyes, held it out for her to plead for, to beg for… then dropped it to the floor with a loud rattle. Let the little bitch suffer like those wrinkled old bags had made him suffer. Beg, bitch, beg. He walked to the side of the table and smiled down into Carolyn's face. He loved to watch the expressions of pain and degradation flow across her lovely features.
"Please… Mr… Ben… son… PLEASE."
Jason smiled softly, his eyes had a faraway look though they caught every look that swept out of control. Both hands openly rubbed his pants front now, rolling the meager stick of flesh between his perspiring palms. The wet spot on his trousers had grown larger as his excited hands massaged and cuddled the reluctant organ back to life, matching his strokes to those of the hunching haunches of the Great Dane.
From his unobstructed view point on the other side of the table, Mario watched first the heaving dog and then his employer's growing excitement. Jason always used the dogs to get a stiff going, always intending to use the girl after the animals had done with her… but he rarely lasted that long. Mario grinned with malicious amusement. You'd think he'd learn but he never did. He just kept on watching 'em, dog after dog, until his puny penis couldn't stand the gaff any longer. Mario had watched Jason's failures time and again. Once the soggy thing got in gear, it leaked out a few warnings and then POW! Mario grinned wider… any minute now, he thought, judging by the size of the dark spot on Jason's pants. He knew all the symptoms after eight years with Jason Benson. Any minute now, and that was all right with him. Let the dogs get her hot to trot.
They were just warming up the ovens for him. Let the honorable Mr. Benson squirt off in his pants. Who the hell cared? Mario reached down and took a firm grip on the suddenly solid pecker that pushed out of his own pants. It was every stud for himself around this damn place and the devil fuck the hindmost. Mario rubbed his callused thumb across the coronal ridge, enjoying the responsive throb in his jock. Gotta be prepared, he thought happily to himself and milked a few drops of fluid from the slit on the blood-darkened head and smeared it carefully over the blunt end of his club. Gotta be prepared.
Carolyn no longer pleaded with Jason Benson, nor did she stare up at the dog in horror. Her eyes were focused on the ceiling directly over head, oblivious to everything except the powerhouse slams between her throbbing thighs. The tremors which ran through her tethered body were strong now, wild and uncivilized like the animals in her guts, the ten thousand crawly sperm which her uterus warmed and fed and housed. They would soon be joined by ten thousand more and ten thousand after that, squirming and wiggling inside her private world. She could never wash them all out. Hoary pictures of her future floated detachedly before her half-glazed eyes – her red torn hole gushing like a fountain in the park, spewing forth milky white dog sperm in impossible quantities, a litter of puppies with doggy bodies and her face, a long waiting line of dogs one behind the other with their cocks dragging on the ground waiting their turn to pump up the white lady prisoner, and there she was on a chain herself while a prospective buyer looked at her ears and withers and felt up her ass and questioned her pedigree – impressionistic pictures of her future with Jason Benson. Her mind fighting for consciousness and barely holding its own, Carolyn knew both the nightmares and the needs that held her body prisoner. And if she were untied at this very moment, she also knew she would not leave the table until this awful thing had worn itself out.
She began to gasp for breath, deep racking gulps of air to fill her lungs and give her strength for the ravage of her violent orgasm… for it was on the way!
"Mmmmmm, mmmmmm, mmmmm," she crooned aloud to herself, "I'm coming… I'm… Mmmmmmmm, mmmmm… coming… harder… harder… Mmmmmm, mmmmmm."
Each jerking throb of her body's great orgasm brought a low moan from the girl in the plastic prison. The still humping dog was caught up in the excitement, sensed the end was near, and began the guttural whine with which most dogs signal the impending breeding. His dog knot was swelling to proportions one would not have believed possible to push in and out of a woman's fragile hole, and yet he did. Carolyn was whimpering now, partly from the pain of the growing knot, partly from the pleasure of pre-climax when the world is a wonderful soft glow of clouds floating.
"Ohhhhhh, mmmmmm, ohhhhhhhh," she groaned louder as she climbed a mountain of orgasms and reached the pinnacle. "Ohhhh ohhh!!!"
She lay exhausted and limp, her body suddenly squeezed dry of passion and drained of all movement. There was only the faintest flutter of motion beneath the ivory lids and a single sigh.
And still the Great Dane hammered his bone into her lifeless form. His knob would no longer pull free of the bitch's body beneath. The long deep thrusts had suddenly become a staccato of short stabs which shook her body on the table with their intensity.
Jason never took his eyes from the girl's tortured face until she had given herself to the animal and sank in exhaustion. She would never be the same in her own eyes again. He, Jason Benson, had seen to that! And now it was his turn. The dog would cast the last stone of shame… and then he would casually redeem her with his gift of 'acceptance' into the fold. Jason let his cold hard eyes slide down the girl's still body to the brown velour of her open crotch and watched the dog's unusually thick penis ripping away the last vestiges of her fallen dignity. With one final whine, Nero burst his dog knot and the hot juice ran slowly out into the unprotesting bitch's body. The dog humped one last time, twice, then stood still with his massive head down, panting, as he patiently waited for the swelling to go down in his buried staff. Hung up, as he was on the narrow frame of the woman's body, he could do nothing but squat over his vaginal prison and wait.
Jason felt the warnings coming. He tried to hold back, tried desperately, but he could feel it shooting up from his emaciated balls. Frantic with haste, he grabbed the chain about the Dane's neck and pulled at it. The big dog only looked at him. Then Jason realized the dog couldn't move. He was still hung up on the woman. Oh Jesus, he thought, fumbling with the zipper on his expensive trousers. The zipper lock slowed him down. He'd never make it! Then it slipped free and whirred all the way down to his crotch. Jason clutched the wet-head hard and scurried toward the other end of the table where Carolyn's head lay but a few scant inches from the edge. He could lean over that far. She wasn't getting off this easy, by God, she had somethin' coming and she was gonna get it! The final blow of Jason Benson, ha! And one more woman to squirm beneath his hot kiss of sperm.
It was ready to burst! He held the fat little head tight in his hand, holding the oozing slit shut, holding back the explosion of man juice until he could get his dripping cock between the woman's open lips… but it was too late…! And the warm thick liquid spurted into his hand and ran like thick white syrup between his fingers and made wet sticky spots upon his trousers. Jason watched the jerking organ in his hand with disbelief. When the last drop had wrung itself free, a soft sob broke the long silence of the room. Jason spread his hands open before him and looked at the waste, then turned and ran from the room.
Mario watched his employer's retreating back and felt the detached amusement he had known so often before. He had often heard Jason telling people that he, Mario, was 'a little slow in his thinking'. Huh! Well, maybe he was. That's what the doctors said before he ran away from the detention home and he found a job here with the kennels. Maybe he was, Mario chuckled mirthlessly to himself, but he didn't have to watch a dog screwing to get a stiff on. He didn't fuck into his hands. Not Mario Santos! He always found somethin' convenient and willing – well, sometimes willing – to stick it in. Yeah, like the baby doll there.
Mario bounced his heavy cock in his hand and moved closer to the table where Carolyn lay limp and near total exhaustion, her face turned toward the other wall. He reached over and turned her face back toward him with his free hand.
"Hey, baby, wake up. This ain't no time to be taking a nap. You only been fed on one end." He grinned, distorting his features with the lewdness of his intentions. "If you're gonna burn the candle at both ends, girlie, you better feed 'em both."
Carolyn hadn't opened her eyes nor changed her expression. Mario slapped her cheek a short stinging blow.
"You hear me?" he snarled. "You better hear me, little lady, I didn't go fucking off in no Goddam dog just to give you a show! You got entertained, now you bloody well better pay your fare."
Carolyn's eyes fluttered several times and then opened slowly. Only inches from her face, the long fat cock joggled and waved in the air. She watched it swaying there with a sort of detached immunity. Then slowly, slowly, she gathered in her nets of reality and realized what the fat fleshy worm was doing there. She pulled her head back and turned her face away.
"Don't do that… again!" Mario growled down at her, roughly grabbing her chin with his hand and slamming her head back the other way to face the drooling beast which grew from his hairy loins.
"Haven't you done enough to me?" she whimpered.
"Me?" Mario said with feigned innocence. "Me? Why, you laid there and fucked off a hundred and sixty-pound Dane with a pecker like a shetland pony… and ya squeezed it so tight he hung up on ya, and old piss pants squirted in his hand just lookin' at you… and you got the guts to say I've done enough to you! Huh! If ya think I did it, you must have been enjoying it even more than I thought you were."
Carolyn looked at the small man with disgust, then felt the warm rise of blood to her face. She had enjoyed it. That was the trouble and that was why she was blushing. She wished she could stop. It was like a signed confession to her sins. She averted her eyes from his. "Well, if you aren't the blushingest broad I ever saw." Mario chuckled. "After the dog-hair fucking you got from old Nero here, and from the King t'other day, you just ain't got no cause to go redding up like that… specially when all I wantcha to do is help me with my little problem."
Mario grasped his long penis and waggled it at her.
"See? It's got a terrible swelling in it. Just needs a little attention, a little mouth massage." He poked the fat leaking head against her lips. It left a wet splotch on the dry skin of her mouth and chin.
Carolyn's body convulsed and she turned her head away.
"I said don't do that again!" Mario slapped her hard. The suddenness of his move and the loud smack of his flat hand against her cheek startled the big dog and he jumped back, pulling his dog pecker free with a lewd slurping sound.
"Owwwww!" Carolyn grimaced with the sharp pain.
The knot had not yet spent itself and the dog's weight had pulled it free by tearing the delicate tissues of her entrance. Droplets of blood flowed from the torn flesh and mingled with the oozing liquids that were the proof of Nero's nesting in her hairy little hole. Together they slid down the crack of her buttocks and onto the table's surface and puddled there, red and white smears for all to see. The dog walked a few feet away, then sat down and licked the woman smell from his contented cock. His long tongue curled out and around his own stick as Bravo had curled and licked at Mario moments before. Now and then a small drop or two of fluid would seep from the center passage and poise dangerously on the brink of his prick. Nero licked them carefully off until the organ was no longer bulbous and had slid back into the hairy security of its pouch of flesh, carried like a kangaroo baby beneath his lean stomach until his master brought him another bitch to breed. He licked his mouth off and looked around the room.
"Come on, Nero," Mario called. "Back in your cage."
The dog looked at him but didn't move. A small whine came from his throat.
"What's the matter, boy? Want a little more nookey?"
The dog whined again, then rose slowly to his feet and walked to the end of the stanchion. His great neck stretched out and he sniffed at Carolyn's dripping vagina. Mario chuckled. Nero stuck out his thick wet tongue and licked the seeping flow away, cleaning her exposed parts thoroughly with the rough washrag.
"Looks like you got a convert." Mario chuckled openly. "He sure does like the taste of your pussy."
"Get him away from me," There were tears in Carolyn's eyes. Tears of shame, for new the jerking orgasms were still and she could hear the condemning beat of her heart and the crying of her tarnished principles. "Please, Mario, PLEASE take the dog away and let me loose from here."
Mario looked at her thoughtfully, then at the dog. He looked down at the penis he grasped in his hand. Then slowly, slowly he raised his eyes to hers. His meaning was clear. He ran his thumb back and forth over the ridge of his blood filled cock, not saying a word, waiting for Carolyn to make her decision. He would get his way, tied or untied, dog or not… but it might be fun to make her work without the restraining straps. Once more he looked at the dog, at the straps which held her helpless upon the table, and finally down at the fat head of his jock. He skinned it back slowly and shook off the single drop of fluid onto her face. It made a small tear shape which clung to her cheek for a moment then slid down across the smooth curve and onto the table beneath her head.
"All right," Carolyn sighed with dejection, "Just take the dog away, now, right now, and I'll do whatever you want."
Mario grinned. Some days it didn't pay to get out of the sack… but today, today was gonna be a good day. He dropped the heavy stick of flesh and picked up Nero's dragging chain.
"Come on, Nero," Mario said happily to the dog whose warm wet tongue still searched for tasty tidbits between the girl's perspiring thighs. "You've done your bit for A.K.C. today. 'Keep the breed pure'… isn't that what the Great Dane clubs preach…? Well, you did your part, huh? 'Keep the breed pure – fuck a broad instead!"
The Dane reluctantly allowed himself to be pulled away from Carolyn's open crotch. Mario led him down the line of cages and closed the cage door behind him. Mario clicked the lock shut, made a mark on the small calendar sign over his cage to indicate Nero had been 'exercised' on this date, then turned and grinned with evil anticipation.
Carolyn strained her neck to look back. She couldn't wait for him to release her from this table of terror. What was keeping Mario? Why didn't he hurry?
"Untie me," she urged him to hurry. "Please untie me."
"I'm coming, I'm coming." Mario laughed out loud. "I didn't know you were so all-fired hot to eat my tail again. Did it taste that good the other night?"
"Don't be vulgar. Just untie me."
"I will. I will. But first… I want to make sure you understand our bargain."
"I understand," Carolyn agreed hoarsely. "You took the dog away and you untie me… and then I have to go to bed with you. That's the bargain you want, isn't it?"
"Welllllll, not exactly." He grinned down at her, doodling with the strap which bound her breasts to the table. "I don't want to go to bed with you. I just want you to practice a little of that physical therapy the old man was talking about. You can play nursey with me, like he was saying about the dogs, only reversed like. Ya see, baby, like I was a'saying before, I got this here terrible swelling in my dong and I need somebody kind and gentle to nurse me back to health. You know… somebody who can sorta suck the poison out of the thing and make it all better???"
Carolyn's eyes widened slightly. She thought he had meant just… just… no, she hadn't really thought that at all. She was just trying to fool herself again. She had known all along what the perverted little man wanted. Pretending she didn't wouldn't help at all. She nodded her head, careful to avert her eyes from his.
"Well, honey baby, if you know what I mean, let's hear you say so. I can't place much store in head shakin'."
"I'll do what you want," came her quiet reply.
"You'll do what, baby, what'll you do?" Mario taunted.
"I'll do… what you said."
"You still ain't coming through loud and clear."
"I said all right." Carolyn's voice was louder.
"Say, it baby," jeered Mario's grinning mouth, "spit it out! Say all the words! Say… I want to suck you off… say it, little lady, say it just like that."
"I want to suck you off," Carolyn whispered, almost gagging on the unfamiliar words.
"Louder."
"I… want… to… suck… you… off!" Her voice was wavering but it was loud enough to hear across the room.
Mario grinned. He turned and looked at the dogs.
"You all hear that?" he asked. "You hear this pretty lady begging ole Mario to pump a little down her throat?"
He turned back to the girl still strapped to the table beneath his hands.
"Well now, I guess I could let you have a swallow or two, just to wet your gullet." He shook his head as he untied the straps, wrinkled his forehead in mock concern. "Just don't understand girls these days. All they wanna do is suck, suck, suck."
He unfastened the strap which held her breasts, then the bond across her abdomen. He rubbed the red stripe it had worn into her ivory flesh in her struggles.
"Tch, tch," he mumbled at the red streak, then went on to release her feet from the splaying stirrups and her hands from their arm breaking bind beneath the table. "There you go."
He helped her up to a sitting position and watched her stretch her naked body like a newborn animal and rub her wrists where the cords had bitten deep. She slid down from the raised platform of the dog stanchion and her knees buckled beneath the weight of her body. With a soft moan of pain, she sank to her knees on the floor.
"Well now, wouldn't that beat all?" Mario was quick to take advantage of anyone's weakness of the moment. "Just fresh off the dog rack and she's right down on her knees before the first stiff prick she sees!! That's all right. I understand how it is with you hot pussys."
He pushed his hips forward, pressing the damp head of his cock against her lips and holding her head firmly between his hands so she couldn't move.
"You just go right ahead and help yourself. We'll just call it a little midday snack."
He undulated his hips gently forward and back, pressing the stiff penis against her full lips. When she didn't open her mouth to his fleshy knock, Mario let his fingers wind into her long hair and twisted his wrists slowly backward.
"Aaaahhhh," she grunted with pain, her mouth opening as her head was forced back.
"That's a girl," he nodded down at her, "now you just go ahead and enjoy your lunch… I'll watch."
Carolyn let the wet head of the fat organ move back and forth across her lips. When it pushed at her teeth, she slowly opened her mouth until the thick trunk could ram its way onto her tongue. It lay there quietly, like an animal, panting and throbbing with excitement, like a thing alive.
"There… isn't that tasty, my dove?" Mario flexed the muscles of his groin and the fat worm came alive in her mouth, wriggling sensuously upon her tongue. "Can you taste it yet…? Is it good?"
She could taste it, Carolyn thought with numb disgust, and it tasted like seawater. Wet, faintly warm and a little salty. The salty worm wriggled on her tongue, slid itself in and out of the cocoon of her mouth. Carolyn closed her eyes to the heavy mat of black hair from which this big worm came. When she couldn't see it, it felt different. It tasted different too, sweeter. Sweet succulent meat. Juicy with its natural liquids. Satisfying… like the sugartits she used to have as a small child when her mother would take a clean square of cloth and poke a pocket in it with her finger and fill it with sugar and vanilla for her to suck. Yes, it was rather like a long sugartit. Man tits were no more than sugartits with salt… and a heart beat you could feel when you sucked. She sucked at it experimentally, pausing to feel the heart beat increase. The long tit throbbed upon her tongue. She sucked again, gently rubbing her tongue along the underside of it like she had as a child to squeeze the sugar sweetness out of the oldfashioned sugartit. There was wet sweetness upon her tongue. Just a little. She rubbed harder, sucking it in, then letting it slide out over her flicking tongue. From somewhere above her head there was a deep throated moan, but Carolyn wasn't concerned with things beyond. She wrapped her arms around the warm trunk which grew this delicious man tit for her, grasping a firm handhold on the cloth covered buttocks, and sucked it in deeper… pressing her face tight against the gaping pants and feeling the black woolly curls against her nose and chin. As a child she used to try to see how far down her throat she could let the sugartit go, still holding on to the cloth end. She sucked in on the salty-sweet man tit and let it slide down her warm cave until she gagged… and swallowed at it.
The convulsion of the girl's throat milked hard at Mario's already excited penis. It wasn't gonna last long but by God, it was gonna be one to remember, he thought. Holding her head firm and still between the flats of his hands, he began the rhythmic thrusts into her mouth, dragging it out until he could look down and see the coronal ridge peeking from her lips then pushing it firmly into the dark hole until he could see no light between her mouth and his guts. Each time he buried the spear in her throat, she swallowed and damn near bit the head off the thing. As he slid it out across her eager tongue, she sucked voraciously and tickled the big sensitive vein beneath it. He leaned over and sucked his stomach in to get a better view of his prick and her clinging lips. Once he pulled it clear out, accidentally, and it made a loud slurping sound when the suction broke loose. God damn, it was sexy watching the little broad sucking him off like that.
He pressed down on her shoulders and she sank a couple inches down on her haunches. Then he tipped her face up a little so he could watch the pistoning penis sliding through her wet lips from a better angle. Her eyes were closed… but her mouth was active. God, was it active! She was sucking harder now, so hard sometimes that it felt like the fat head would pop off and she would swallow it. But it felt good. He would be cumming soon. Already he could feel the streaks of pleasure squeezing through his loins and aiming toward her hungry mouth.
Carolyn ate at the long worm of flesh. The more she held it in her mouth, the better it tasted. The more she sucked the taste from it, the more it struggled to get away. She couldn't let it get away… suck harder, hold tighter. She clamped her fingers into his butt and squeezed hard. The delicious flesh was worming its way in and out of her mouth faster now, faster across her tongue. Sometimes she didn't time it right and she sucked at a man tit already gone… like then… it slid out of her mouth and left her gaping mouth open, mewling and begging for its return. And then it was inside her again, the hard-soft flesh with its oozing tit. She nestled down between the man's spread legs and angled her neck straight up like a baby bird begging for worms.
He bent his knees a little and rubbed the open pants crotch over her face. He was cumming. He was cumming! He lifted her head back up before his hot penis and started throwing the meat to her, HARD. Deep into her hungry mouth, deep, never bringing it out, just short fast stabs… until the force of his need spewed out in spurts and filled her sucking mouth. At the final explosion, he rammed it deep between her jaws and held her head hard against him so she couldn't move.
Her nose was mashed against the hard cords of his stomach and she was sure a sharp tooth had cut her lips where they pressed against his centerbone… but it didn't matter. The warm man tit had burst in her throat and the salty-sweet liquid had drenched her mouth. She swallowed… and again… and again… until all that was left was the lingering taste of sea water… and the contented feeling of saturation.
Slowly she sank down on her bent legs… and the once fat tit slid wetly from her slack mouth and fell loose upon the fly of Mario's pants. She gasped for air, breathing in long noisy breaths. Slowly, very slowly, the heat of her passionate nature died down… and she realized what she had done… and done willingly. She closed her eyes and hung her head down. God would never forgive her. No one would ever forgive her. She couldn't forgive herself.
Why was it, after the first terrible transgression, sin came easier?