I made a loop in one of the ropes and gently moved her arms into a position that meant I could bind them together. The more I could do without her knowing the more of a shock and the more scared she would be when she did wake. I fastened that rope to the door handle and gently pulled her arms above her head and then moved to her feet. One foot was tied over the sofa and tied off on the radiator and the other to the leg of the sofa. She was secure and going nowhere.

I stood back and admired my work. Now it was time for the fun, well my fun, to begin. I undid her top and cut through her bra and her massive tits spilled out. I grabbed a nipple in between the thumb and forefinger of each hand, took a deep breath and twisted as if my life depended on it. Her eyes nearly popped out of her head in pain and she screamed like a banshee. I released but quickly took hold again and twisted for a second, third ,forth time each time being met with wide eyes and the ear piercing shriek. Tears were streaming down her face and it did cross my mind as to just how much it must be hurting and at one point I even thought her nipples were about to twist off in my hands but she was going to pay tonight. She hadn’t realised her hands were tied until she tried to move them to protect herself but once she did she lay there blubbering her eyes out.

I leaned forward really close to her and whispered in her ear “tonight I’m going to have my fun”. She knew what that meant not because we’d ever done anything like this but when discussing our fantasies in the early years of our marriage I’d broached the subject of BDSM but she soon let me know there was no chance telling me I was a “perv” and “ a dirty bastard” ,well she was going to find out just how much of a perv I could be.

I took another rope and lifted her left tit and wrapped the rope around as tight as I could and then mirrored the image with her right one. As I’ve mentioned her tits were big, very big 42H to be exact so there was a lot to play with. I picked up the riding crop and flexed it in front of her and I could tell she was worried. I lulled her into a false sense of security by just gently tapping each tit with it and I saw her relax as she must have thought “this isn’t too bad” to herself. I knew she’d close her eyes as she always does when she’s turned on and when she did I lifted the crop high and slammed it down across her already sore and bruised nipples. Her mouth opened but no sound came out and she gasped for breath. The sound and her breathing returned though as I started to really go to town on her tightly bound tits beating a merry tune all over them. I don’t know just how many time that crop made contact twenty, thirty, fifty I just don’t know but she was begging me to stop. Well my arm was aching but she wasn’t going to tell me what to do, not tonight so I made sure I laid another ten line across her tits for good measure. Between each sob she was asking me “why are you doing this” and “what have I done” so I told her “I’m doing it because I want to and you’ve done nothing, and that’s the problem. Out came the usual garbage when we got into the sexless situation “Oh I’m sorry, I’ve been working hard and I’m tired” well tonight I just didn’t care.

Next to hand was the butt plug something else that was a no-go area for her. BDSM was pervy, blowjobs were degrading and anal was just downright disgusting well boo-hoo for her. I did consider not using any lube but there were plenty of other ways I was going to make her suffer tonight so decided to go a little easy on her plus with the size of it was going to make it hard enough to get up her pristine asshole anyway. I untied each leg and repositioned them to allow me access to her pussy and ass and greased up her hole. I pushed a finger up there just to feel how tight she was and it was really tight. Then a second finger went up there and she was noticeably uncomfortable but not as bad as when I shoved a third in her. I did consider trying to fist her ass as I’d seen in a few porn films but thought it might be easier for me after she’d been plugged for a while and loosened up a bit. The plug was about four inches around at it’s widest point which I know isn’t massive but for a virgin hole was going to have the desired effect plus another thing she didn‘t know just yet was that it was inflatable. Her hole was already greased but I put some more on the plug itself and lined it up. She clamped her ass tight to stop it from entering her hole but after I explained to her that it was going in there one way or another she decided to take the less painful way and unclenched it. I slid about a third of the plug up her and she screwed up her face and shook her head and started moaning “no no no” so I let it out and pushed a bit more firmly to get it to just before the widest point. She really didn’t like it up there but I moved so I could get a better grip and just rammed the rest in there. After about five minutes she started to accept what I’d done and calmed down a little so now it was time for the next phase. I grabbed the bulb and squeezed it once. She took a sharp breath and looked at me as if to say “what the hell was that” I just smiled and gave the bulb another couple of squeezes. She went absolutely fucking berserk and started calling me names I didn’t even think she knew. This is what I wanted from her though, a bit of passion, and I’d take it however it came.

I moved to her pussy and couldn’t believe just how wet she was. I’d pushed her way past her comfort zone and her head and mouth were screaming no but her body was saying yes. Four fingers easily slid into the previously frigid bitches cunt and I couldn’t remember the last time I’d felt her so hot inside. I tucked my thumb in and pushed. I didn’t fist her ass but with a pussy this wet it was too good an opportunity to miss. I started in and out with my hand each time pressing in a bit harder, going a little deeper

until eventually in it went and I could feel her pussy gripping onto my wrist. I’d done it, she’d taken my whole fucking fist up her cunt and it felt sort of weird. I started pumping my arm and stretching that opening wide and I noticed a familiar look on her face. One I recognised from the past. One of lust and sexual fulfilment. What started out as me pretty much raping her was turning into a night neither of us would forget. I decided to push her over the edge and so with her ass plugged, my fist deep in her insides I turned the vibe onto it’s highest setting and placed it directly onto her clit. That was just too much for her and she had an amazing orgasm. Bucking and screaming and I thought that she was going to break my wrist so pulled my hand out for my own safety.

As she calmed down I had to remind her that this was my night not hers and that I hadn’t quite finished with her yet. I let the air out of the butt plug and slid it out. It looked clean to me but she wasn’t keen at all as I held it to her face. ”Open wide dear” I said and pushed it to her lips. The look on her face made me think she was going to puke but to my amazement she slowly opened her mouth and took the whole plug in. She gagged a couple of times and so to make sure it didn’t come out I pumped it up a little so it would get past her teeth. I moved down the sofa and took my cock out that had been straining for release. I placed it against her asshole and looked her in the eyes. She knew what I wanted from her and she just nodded her consent, not that it would of made any difference I was going to do it anyway but with that nod I knew that I’d broken her and she’d never refuse me anything again. There was still more resistance than I was expecting considering the plug had not long been in there but at least it was still tight. Now I don’t have a big cock and I aren’t going to lie about that it’s only four and a half maybe five inches long but it is thicker that most that I’ve seen in films and she certainly felt it going in. I couldn’t believe that after all these years together and numerous times of asking and being shot down in flames that in was finally up her ass. There was only one problem for me now. I was so turned on that each tiny movement I made nearly took me over the edge. I stayed still for as long as I could but then started giving it to her taking what I wanted with no regard for her. After just two or three minutes I got that feeling again and had to decide just where in her body to dump my cum. I decided to leave my mark on her like an animal would so pulled out of her ass and moved to her head. She absolutely hated me cumming on her face as I’d found out the only other time I’d done it when I took her by surprise and I thought she was going to rip my balls off. I lined up with her face and gave a few tugs and unloaded my balls over her face. Again she gagged a few times and I could tell she really didn’t like it but I just laughed as she lay there marked and unable to do anything about it. I got my phone off the shelf and took a few snaps from different angles and told her that if I had to go without sex again for more that ten days not only would she get a re-run of tonight but that the pics would be posted on the net for all to see.

I moved to her feet and untied them and gently lowered them down and the to her hands, I hadn’t thought about this bit at the beginning of the night. I was about to untie her hands and then what would I do if she went into hyper-bitch mode. I looked into her eyes and could see the conflict going on in her head. I released her hands and held my breath waiting for whatever came my way. She looked at me and released the air out of the butt plug that was still in her mouth and then did something that I wasn’t expecting. She took two fingers and dragged them through the cum I’d deposited on her face, scooped some up and then licked them clean and then she did it again and carried on until there was virtually none left on her face. At that point she walked ,rather gingerly, to the bathroom and took a shower. Life has been pretty good since that night with more regular sex and amazingly a few blowjobs for good measure but it’s been two weeks now since the last one and she had been warned what would happen if I had to go without so I’ve just been to the computer to find somewhere to post the pics and was amazed when I turned the screen on to find a “wife pic” site already on the screen and my wife’s battered and bruised pussy filling the screen along with all the other pics I’d taken that night and when I went upstairs all the things I’d used on that fateful night were laid out on the bed. Oh happy times.

 

“Why on the back?” he wondered as he floated around the ceiling watching her as she backed out of the intensive care unit a soft smile on her face and looked up as though she could see him. “There they are eating chocolate covered dog nuts and telling dirty jokes over stale coffee. Anyone could walk in kill me and walk out with those oafish pigs none the wiser, and the only things they would care about would be all the paper work, and the five day rip for not doing their duty. Christ…! Shit…! How could I have been so stupid!?” As he flipped the group off, he gasped as he fell.

 

Bells and buzzers were sounding as his eyes gaped in exaggerated blinks betraying his terror; he was struggling to yell out in panic around the tube in his throat. The nurse came running back into the room followed closely by the doctor and both of them measured this, that, and the other thing, and then they poked him with needles and checked his IV tubes. The nurse was petting him gently and saying something but Greg could not make it out; and with a blink darkness blocked everything, another blink and a blaring white light filled the room, with another blink he was in the living room watching his wife Lincy flitting about preparing to go work. The door burst open as an ugly beast crashed into their living room; Greg tried to yell but his voice was mute and when he tried to run a pain shot up his legs. When he looked down his feet were nailed to the floor and his stomach was impaled by the coat stand. Greg was unable to move, shout, or help his wife in any way. Just stand there and painfully watch as the scaly beast pounded Lincy into a pile of helpless flesh and then ravage her privates with his scaly green penis.

 

Greg wretched in pain, as another flash of light filled his eyes he awoke back in his hospital bed coughing and gagging as the nurse tried to coat his raw throat with a cotton swab that had been dipped in a soothing kind of liquid. The tube used to help him breathe was gone but he was still unable to talk in comprehendible words just croaks and coughs, only now he could hear the nurse.

 

“You’re going to be fine just relax.” Rebecca Rose calmly remarked in her obviously southern born and bread voice. “That’s my boy.” She sang as Greg began to respond to her deep but feminine voice and then softly directed, “Don’t try to speak just yet, your throat is quite soar from the tube we put in to help you breath.” Rebecca Rose kept her hand lightly placed on his chest and in a calming voice said, “You gave us a bit of a scare but all of the tests are in and the doctor is sure you just had a panic attack… granted it was the worse one I’ve ever seen but not the worse one the doc has ever seen, but a panic attack just the same.” She paused because Greg’s heart rate started to rise and his breathing turned labored and Greg grimaced as he coughed obviously trying to speak.

 

“I told you not to talk just yet.” Rebecca Rose softly rebuffed and as a warm smile began to beam she leaned down and whispered, “If you must… just whisper quietly I’ll hear you.” and then dipped another cotton swab in the pale green jelly and swabbed his throat again and wiped his lips with a damp cloth.

 

The itch in his throat was soon replaced with a warm glow, the muscles in his throat relaxed and his salivary glands became quite active and when they settled down he whispered quite raspyly, “Why the words on your back?”

 

“For people like you.” She softly replied and after noting a puzzled look on Greg’s face she smiled quite warmly and asked, “Weren’t you floating?”

 

“My wife… my wife…” He coughed and struggled to breathe between the words.

 

“I know something terrible has happened to you and your family.” Rebecca Rose paused and looked warmly at Greg, cupped his cheek and softly whispered, “You have to get better so you can help Lincy get better.” A smile stretched thinly across Greg’s mouth and was soon interrupted as one of the officers entered the room.

 

“Is he ready to answer questions yet Ms. Uh Ms…?” He asked in an oafish tone. An obvious chocolate stain on his mouth and white crumbs clung to his dark green shirt.

 

“The doctor will call detective Kimberly Clearson and or special agent Renee Davies certainly not you!” Rebecca Rose sharply scolded as she shooed him out of the room adding in a very cross tone, “You are only suppose to be guarding the door to the room not the room and most assuredly not the nurses lounge.” And when she got him in the hallway her voice elevated to another level one that Greg was unable to place with her angelic face, “And the coffee and doughnuts that you all so greedily consumed belong to the hospital staff, now either of you bother my patient or the remaining few crumbs or cups of coffee I will have the director talk to the mayor ‘his…’ close friend about the inappropriate behavior of the police assigned to guard Mr. Mineras.”

 

The verbal thrashing Rebecca Rose delivered to the over weight and over paid sentry gave Greg a little bit of humor and entertained himself imagining the look of distress that must have washed across their faces when they found out their boss was friends with her boss. It seemed like hours had passed since Rebecca Rose scolded the police and vanished but made her return known.

 

As she impishly peered from behind the doorway a warm smile beaming she asked, “Have they…” and she motioned with her head towards the nurses lounge and pushed her nose up with her fingers snorted and then continued, “Bothered you or our snacks?”

 

Greg coughed convulsively from the laugh as he tried to answer her with a little humor only to be softly rebuffed by Rebecca for his effort. “No talking…! I told you.” Her voice softened to a whisper as she placed a finger to Greg’s mouth, “You have been in and out for a while, so your throat will need a little time to heal.” Rebecca Rose busied herself with taking his blood pressure, heart rate, respiratory rate, and oxygenation of his blood and then checking his pupils for response to light, his reflexes to pain and pressure, and then writing all of her findings in his chart. With all that business, aside she looked searchingly at Greg.

 

“I guess you told’em off good.” Greg quietly whispered and was ravaged with an acute cough and his throat filled with mucous. Rebecca quickly grabbed the suction tube, extricated the large fibrous wad looked at him, and just shook her head in disapproval Greg placed his hand on top of hers and gave it a weak squeeze.

 

“You have had quite enough excitement for your first few hours back.” Rebecca Rose softly remarked as she used her free hand to fluff the blanket and cup Greg’s cheek and softly explained, “It’s time you had a nap.” After Greg gave her hand an understanding squeeze she added, “Let me give you a little something to help you take that nap.” She inserted the syringe into his IV tube and slowly pumped the amber looking fluid into the tube, looked at Greg and held his hand warmly watching him as he started to drift. Greg started feeling quite dizzy and warm; a giddy lightheaded feeling followed and he cast one last glance at Rebecca and was asleep and dreaming.

 

He found his self on a white sandy beach and the sun was blisteringly hot; the surf was roaring as the waves tumbled in ending with a loud hissing sound as they dissolved along the sand. He wanted to run into the water and swim but his legs wouldn’t move. He looked off into the distance and there was Lincy her long shiny black hair blowing in the soft warm breeze walking towards him. Her scanty bikini betrayed her hairy privates. Even as far away as she was, her treasure trails were visible. Greg felt his penis start to engorge with blood and turn hot, his testicles felt like balloons covered with static electricity. His stomach was turning tight, and as if a magnet hung from the sky, he was being lifted up from the sand. The closer Lincy came the faster she walked and the warmer Greg began to feel, her scent filled his nostrils, that of hot rose hip tea brewing on the stove. Greg’s heart exploded as four black tentacles stretched from the waters edge and grasped Lincy with their suction cup lined arms pulling her into the water as she screamed scratching at the loose sand. Greg jumped to his feet only to be knocked to the sand by a webbed hand and he croaked as the fingers tightened around his throat, Lincy’s sweet aroma was replaced by the stench of ammonia as the beast looked Greg in the eyes and sneered, “You…!” blowing his acrid breath in his face “You…!”

 

Greg’s eyes opened with rapid and wide blinking and he coughed as he gasped for air. He felt a snapping slap across his face and a white masked face of another nurse loomed over him as he looked up, and then another slap bounced across his face. Lincy’s sweet scent returned as the nurse held a soft fabric to his nose, so fresh was the scent Greg suddenly knew it was Lincy’s panties. So strong was the scent his mind filled with her memories. The nurses eyes glared over the white mask as she spoke, “You keep your fucking mouth shut…!” she paused as she looked around grabbed Greg’s penis tightly and sneeringly added, “Or this will be the last you hear of your sweet little bitch.” Lincy’s wet panties were then thrust into his nose a slap across his face, and she was gone only his wife’s scent still lingered as Greg’s eyes welled with tears. He felt the bed start to bounce, the buzzers and whistles began to sound and the bright white walls of his room faded into darkness.

 

Greg felt his body quake as an electric shock coursed its way through him, and stars circled around his eyes. Another jolt raced through and the white room appeared briefly. When he opened his eyes next he was again floating like a gas filled balloon, looking down as they scurried about desperately trying to bring him back. As he looked at Rebecca’s shirt top, it had a different message a U. an R. and an OK sewn into it. Greg didn’t want to believe he was okay his Lincy was gone; he wanted to float away but couldn’t get under the doorway and wink blackness filled his consciousness.

 

A terrible itch in his throat woke him and as he looked around the room he found the tube had been stuffed back down his throat and felt quite groggy and his eyes burned. The nurse was different the doctor was different but the room was the same. A feeling of relief washed over Greg when the new nurse neared and he could see she wasn’t the evil one he last remembered.

 

“Doctor… Mr. Mineras is awake.” She coolly informed. 

 

“Well Mr. Mineras it’s good to have you back, you gave us quite a fight this time now squeeze my finger… Aw you can do better than that.” Greg gave it a second squeeze as hard as he could. “Much better!” he soothingly acknowledged and then informed, “Now we are going to give you a little something to relax you so we can take that nasty tube out, you’d like that yes?” Greg nodded his head just as he felt a soothing warm rush into his body. “Now take in a deep breath and exhale when I say okay now.” He directed. Greg coughed and convulsed as the tube was extracted and then took in a deep breath and let it out slowly and for the first time in a while, he began to feel alive.

 

“Mr. Mineras we have done an electro encephala gram, and taken an M.R.I. of your cerebellum and brain stem. We’ve run a constant E.K.G. and have run every one of the blood analysis we have available and can find nothing wrong with you that would account for you lapsing into coma as many times as you have. Now doctor Louan Daoh Mien, your physician Debra Van Raines, and I all think you are experiencing panic attacks because of the second abduction of your wife a little while ago. So just try to relax, I know it seems like a long time since this ordeal has started so it will be difficult at best, but you must try. Okay?” Greg nodded his head coughed when he tried to speak and then looked around the room.

 

 “I think we’ll keep the Zithromax drip at its present level and start to titrate back the Prednazone five ‘mgs.’ and the valium one ‘mg.’ every four hours, and stop the nitro for now. Keep Mr. Mineras on oxygen for now and check his stats every two hours.” doctor Louan Daoh Mien rattled off his instructions and then left.

 

“Now Greg…it is okay for me to call you Greg?” Yvonne Smyth asked. Greg nodded his head as he watched her fussing with his blanket and pillow. She was a very buxom blonde, a little extra weight but very well distributed. Her red cheeks and bright blue eyes gave her a very cheery looking disposition, and her accent was unmistakably English. “Well Greg luv we are going to get you healed up and don’t you worry about those nasty coppers we’ll keep them away until you are good and ready for them.” She paused as she took his temperature. She heard Greg as he quaffed her scent and with a wet smile cooed, “You like that luv well you be a good boy and we’ll let you dabble your fingers in Yvonne’s pudding.” Her sexual frankness was surprising to Greg but made him beam a smile that went well beyond his ears, and for a few brief moments forgot why and where he was. Greg tried to speak but coughed instead.

 

“Be a good luv and no talking just yet.” She warmly admonished and then hinted with her fingers by placing them close to the vee of her legs and wriggling them, then wrote in his chart for a few minutes looked up and smiled and softly said, “I’ll be with you for most of the night luv and then Rebecca will take over.” Yvonne pressed a few buttons on the tree his medications hung from, Greg started to feel light headed, and with a swish, she was out the door and Greg’s eyes closed.

 

Rebecca was the nurse that roused him from his sleep as she fussed over the tubes hanging from his arm, his nose, and from his penis. She was checking all of the readouts and when she saw he was awake asked, “What did you think of Yvonne?” Unable to speak he just grinned a very broad grin. Greg sighed as Rebecca started washing him with the warm sudsy cloth after weighing the contents of the bedpan. A broad smile beamed from Rebecca as she washed Greg’s penis causing it to turn quite hard. His breathing was just starting to rush when she stopped.

 

“I see she let you in on one of her many secrets.” Rebecca said with a soft laugh and gently stopped Greg’s fingers from wandering over the back of her thigh and placed her hand close to his organ in an obviously teasing gesture and watched, as it became flaccid softly whispering, “You have to get your strength up now dear you are not my only charge.” With a swish, Rebecca left to finish her rounds.

 

 

 

                              The end Ch. 3 The Crime pt. 1

 

 

 

                              Ch. 3 The Criminal pt. 1

 

 

Mort Dray roared with laughter as he walked toward his van somewhat stunned by the joke Janet his waitress had told him. It was the first time a woman had told him his… favorite joke, “What do you do when a pit bull starts humping your leg.”

 

They both roared when he answered, “Fake an orgasm.” He leaned against the side of the van and mused over her response to his answer.

 

“What if it’s real!” she sang out between laughs.

 

And they both roared even louder when Mort said, “Then give him a sloppy wet kiss!” It was a shame that an edgy customer had to spoil the moment by snapping his fingers and holding up his cup demanding more coffee and when Martha neared his table, Mort could hear him giving her the what for, for telling a “filthy…! joke like that in a restaurant.”

 

Janet won an even closer place in Mort’s heart as he remembered the way she dealt with him asking if he wanted anything else and that his meal and coffee was on her, for disturbing him. She teased him with some pie and ice cream or bread pudding. Mort started steaming when the asshole took a piece of pie ala-mode and then complained because the pie wasn’t hot enough; that was the last straw that bastard had just earned his self a free ride out to his farm. Another smile beamed from Mort’s face as Janet brought him yet another piece of pie with even more ice-cream on it all the while she was giving him warm furtive glances as if she wanted him to take her into the back room and slip poor mommy a bone. When Janet neared Mort’s table coffee pot in hand, he reached for his wallet.

 

“Oh no baby it is already covered!” she cooed obviously bending over far enough to give Mort an eye full of her fleshy firm breasts.

 

“I didn’t see it get rung in.” Mort said as he declined her warm offer.

 

“Come on baby let me treat you.” Janet countered as she moved towards the register and began ringing up his tab and then pulled enough money from her tips to cover it and then impishly queried, “Is that better now?” as if she knew that other waitresses just cheat the owners and Mort didn’t want that.

 

“Well okay.” Mort begrudgingly surrendered. A sly smile beamed as he added, “You have to have dinner out… on me… at a fancy place!” Mort warmly lured as he smiled.

 

“I’d love to baby…what is your name?” She asked as she stood combing her hair with her fingers.

 

“I like to be called Moe but you can keep calling me baby if you want.” Mort said warmly.

 

“Moe… you mean like Moe, Larr…?” Janet smiled a puzzled smile as Mort interrupted her.

 

“Yea like him.” Mort snorted and then asked, “Do you have a pet name?”

 

Just then, the customer that was having a bad hair day earned a lot more points with Mort as he interjected, “You all should join a lonely hearts club!” and stomped his way to the bathroom.

 

“Pay him no mind… Moe.” Janet said in a girlish tone, ran her fingers across his shoulders lustily sizing them up, and then noted, “You look like you spend a lot of time working out.”

 

Her face grew long as he stood up and then smiled, and warmly said, “Baby I have a schedule or we would be taking the rest of the night off.” Cupped her cheek softly and said, “thank you for the coffee, pie, and a nice time.” He smiled warmly then turned away.

 

He noticed a receipt was on the asshole’s table picked it up and asked, “Is this your number?” then bumped into the door as he shuffled backwards pushing the door open.

 

Janet yelled as he left, “Yea that is my number!” and stood there playing with the cheek, he touched.

 

Now watching from his van waiting for the little bastard to come out and get into his car then he remembered jerks full name with his card number he noted from the card sitting next to the receipt he grabbed. Mort was about to get into his van and leave when he thought, “Let us be thorough, and get his plate number, car color and type. As the ass pulled out of the lot Mort pulled out right behind him snapped a picture then turned away.

 

As he glided onto the freeway, his cock turned hard and he thought about the pleasures waiting for him at his farm. As Mort sped along the dark highway, the asshole became less than a distant itch, and Janet a larger part of his fantasy. The memory of her body odor filled his senses and the fleeting glimpses of her hairy under arms betrayed a very hairy pussy between her legs, led him to imagine that her legs were unshaven as well. His vivid imagining caused his cock to pound and a pool of precum to ooze under his thigh. It took a lot of effort not to rub off a nut while he was driving; but little Candy was waiting for him to come back and share wedding vows. Mort thought of Cocoa and how she was so eager to fight for her freedom; taking the terms of his wager of the best three of five rounds, and knowing she would lose the last two rounds, and begin her servitude to him. He thought about how Cocoa and Candy the last two of his three latest victims were so fortuitous for him and so very unfortunate for them that they were at the wrong place at the wrong time leaving Mort Dray no choice but to take them along with his intended victim.

 

Mort wondered if Rosalind his favorite German Shepard bitch had had her litter of puppies, and then there was Bessie the latest member of the breading farm he captured her fourteen months ago and knocked her up then sent her to the birthing house as her due date neared just before he left on this last trip. He laughed with a belly roar as he thought how she really believed she was carrying Thaddeus’s pups. He laughed at how a grown woman who had been to college could believe a dog could knock her up, and the thought of her torment turned his cock hot and turgid.

 

The miles ticked away and Mort began to see Janet’s hairy naked body on all fours being seduced by Tiberius his prized hound; he had all the best parts of the wolves, the Great Danes, the Saint Bernards, and German Shepards that went into creating his blood line. What a proud acting, intelligent hound, obedient to the nth degree. He was bigger than all of the other hounds around the farm so he was the alpha male all the other dogs followed his lead. Then a broad smug smile beamed brightly as he recalled the last time he watched Tiberius chase down one of his captives taking a mouth full of her hair and holding her head to the ground and her writhing body as she struggled against his large paws holding her to the ground, soaking her with his scent as it sprayed across her body and then with the wide swathes of his leathery tongue turn the struggling bitch into a moaning and eagerly willing mate. Mort squeezed his throbbing penis as he imagined her now on all fours anxiously waiting for Tiberius to mount her and mate. His penis started to throb, as he thought Tiberius would stay mounted for well over an hour, and the echoes of the wild bitche’s, gruntings, and moanings filled his mind.  

 

Then he recalled how little Candy appeared and how she struggled; forcing Mort to hit her really hard three times before stopping and melting into his tight grasp. The sounds of the surrendering sighs she made after he injected her with his drug cocktail as it began to course its way through her body echoed in his mind. As he took the time to rummage through her purse, he noted her age and how innocent she looked for eighteen. He could see her small vagina and thin labia when he pulled her white panties to the side. He watched her sateen cream seep out as he ran his fingers along her soft hairless mons. A warm reminiscent smile beamed as he recalled leaving her pants and panties tied around her ankles as he taped her up; and how her eyes filled with tears as he violently raped her friend in front of her. Their muted moans echoed as he watched himself closing the van doors.

 

Cocoa happened along just as he was going to leave but no, she had to have her own key. By her own word, she wanted to give her girlfriend’s pussy a good licking before going to work. Mort’s heart raced as he recalled how hard she fought nearly felling him before he was able to get the upper hand but still it took several well placed jabs and punches to fell her and still she didn’t lose consciousness she just couldn’t move. Again, Mort smiled as he remembered the first three rounds in the promised contest for her freedom how well she fought and how well he controlled the outcome leaving her with two victories him with one. A broad gloat beamed as he thought of how she really believed she was going to win, making the taste of victory all the more sweeter.

 

Along wet drool slipped passed his lips when he sighed while maneuvering onto the long dirt driveway leading to his farm, signaling the end of a long and tedious drive. His captives, his pets, the boys, and the awaiting orgy filled his mind and then Mort said to him self, “there comes Caesar like always some how or another he knows when I am on the driveway and there he is ready to greet me and run with the van or truck as it heads to the farm. There is Thaddeus, Lucious, and T-rex all running down the drive. There is Sabrina waddling along; she has a few more weeks before she gives birth to Tiberius’s pups, and here comes Leanne, Artemis, Phoebe, and Kynthia what a wonderful site and not a one barking just madly wagging their tails and the rest of my hounds are either caged or on guard duty and that is a good thing.”

 

Mort Dray was home at last, at long last the weeks of stalking his next round of victims made him weary but when he opened the door the animals yanked and pulled at his clothes and he just rolled out onto the ground and they all struggled for a place and a chance to lick his face and sniff at his pits. Feverishly they sniffed at his crotch, armpits, and cuffs of his pants. There was Mort’s brother Hank coming with their cousins Ralph and Gordon in close tow. After the animals let him up and all the back slapping ended, the menagerie walked up the long narrow densely foliaged lined path leading into a wide open area and there was the farm hands Lon, Tom, Andy, William or Will, Bonno or Boner sometimes hard-on and Hairy Harry or Bushman, all standing looking at Mort Dray as he wandered into the main yard.

 

In the main pen next to the fence were his captives; Jessy the redhead, Tessy a very hairy auburn haired sassy bitch, Lassie a full bodied auburn haired bitch that could get wet with a warm breath, Fanny a skinny blond that has learned to fuck all who happen to belly up to her bottom, Annie a pleasingly plump but not fat brunet, and Doggie a very hairy brunet with pouty lips and lush breasts and round fanny. They were all his steadies that he gladly shares with his hounds, and farm hands. The hounds all have their favorites and have claimed them as their own as well. There was Missy one of the recaptures, waiting in the main pen close to the gate to be let out and her mate Brutus running to join the crowd. Judging by how sweated she was Brutus must have given her a good fucking just before Mort’s arrival. Brutus had just pushed through the dog gate and Missy was pacing up and down the fence itching to get out and join in with the procession. In the far pen was Josie with Claudius senior and Claudius junior they too showed signs of wanting to run with the rest of the animals but their door was stuck and unable to leave.

 

There came juicy Lucy his special pet running on all fours eagerly wanting to welcome Mort back home. Lucy was now a trustee and allowed to run free. When she reached Mort’s feet she rubbed her body all over them, hungrily sniffed at his crotch, and eagerly tugged at his pant legs with her teeth. The whole area filled with the scent of her arousal and as she began rolling over repeatedly, they could see her pubic hair was soaked with her frothy white juices. Finally stopping she lay on her back, legs out stretched and just looked at Mort. He dropped his pants to his feet and he dropped to his knees pushed her knees to her shoulders and stuffed his face right into her gelatinized pubic hairs and smeared the manna all over his face slurping loudly as he drank what he could and with a loud cracking slap he left a bright red hand print on her buttock. Lucy jumped onto all fours and scampered a few steps then stop twisting to the left then taking a few more steps and twisting to the right. Each time she twisted her vaginal opening would gape and a new flow of juice would start coursing down her thighs.

 

The whole group stood watching her dance as she held herself open for Mort’s penis. He quickly forgot young Candy his betrothed and Cocoa as he mounted Lucy much like his hounds would mount a bitch, and skillfully found her vaginal opening with his first thrust, and without pause, or plan he pounded her buttocks with his thighs and quickly ejaculated making loud animalistic noises as his drool dripped into her hair. There was a loud ruckus when he pulled out and stepped back as the hounds vied for licks and seconds. Thaddeus was next as he climbed on, then Lucious giving her a third dose of sperm, all of the hounds were enthralled by juicy Lucy’s scent and gathered around in a mating frenzy as they waited their turn in the saddle. Phoebe was busy licking the cream from Mort’s penis with Artemis sniffing at his anus and licking his hairy cheeks. Mort laughed and joined the men as they watched the hounds taking turns with Lucy many of them high fiving and emulating the dogs by hunching their hips Mort just petted Phoebe. After several minutes, the mating frenzy slowed, and the group headed for the main house to start the much-anticipated evening events. All of them were eager to watch Mort wed Candy and claim her innocents. They wanted to watch the last two rounds of the bout with Cocoa. The padre had been there all day taking his pay for the services he was about to render and Cocoa had been working out on the heavy bag for long hours all week preparing with determination to win her freedom.

 

As they passed the pen he looked Missy and Mort ordered, “Get her cleaned up and bring her into the main house.” Then cast a broad smile at her and Brutus. As he neared the door he turned to watch her crouched on all fours as they hit her with the icy cold water, soap, and scrubbed her with the coarse brush. Brutus was looking on as he had taken a real shine to her and has become protective of her. Now he has to be bargained with for the use of ‘his…’ bitch. Often just a big meaty bone for him to chew on will suffice or the scent of another bitch in heat will often be enough of a distraction. Missy too had fallen for Brutus and wanted nothing to do with the men; she submitted because she knew she had better or suffer the dire consequences. The signs were obvious when she sat next to him after mating her face was so soft looking, the way she would lick inside his jowls and suck on his tongue, or when he was mating with another woman or female dog, her saliva would start to drool out when he ejaculated and her Bartholin juices would ooze down her thighs filling the air with her scent. He could be inside the main house boning one of the new captives and Missy would know exactly when Brutus spilled his seed.

 

If there was another hound in the cage, her scent would arouse him and she would resist his advances until they became forceful and then in an effort to escape injury submit. It was obvious that once that knot was plunged into her vaginal well her sexual hunger took over and she loved every second of her wild ride, and when he pulled out she would lay on her back, legs up and submissively spread wide hoping to get more of his ministrations. 

 

  

 

                              The end Ch. 3 The Criminal pt. 1

 

 

         

Ch. 3 The Victim pt. 1

 

 

Lincy or Missy as Father and the hands call her was now back in the main pen with five of the other captives. At any one time there would be at least eight to ten hounds being kept in there with them. She was glad that Brutus was there with her as he kept the other dogs away from her when he was there, and was very attentive to her amorous needs. Mating with her often throughout the day and night; some times he would go fast quickly losing his semen while other times he would stay inside her hot wet womb for thirty or forty minutes sending her into an orgasmic rapture filled with multiple orgasms. The only times they didn’t sleep together were the times Brutus was in the main house partying with Father and his crew or chasing the scent of a bitch in heat.

 

It was a swelteringly hot day as Lincy drank from the water bowl after eating the last of the scraps of food. Her body covered with sweat and the dust was clinging to her skin; her hair was uncombed and matted to her neck. The fresh teeth marks on her neck showed signs of healing as did the scratches that covered her back and buttocks. She was glad to be out of the birthing house after giving birth to Father’s child for the first time. Her nipples had healed from her baby’s suckling as well as the four sets of puppy teeth that nursed from her breasts. Brutus had been gone for the last several days; she wasn’t sure how many she just knew her groin ached from his absence. In fact, all of the hounds have been gone for several days now. Some of the women had started sharing ministrations with each other in their absence. Lincy had her eye on this one brunet she was becoming very hairy as Father’s potion was beginning to take hold, and Lincy found her scent very arousing.

 

Lincy’s body trembled when she caught the scent of Father’s potion and when she caught site of the female trustees pulling the cart laden with the ten jugs of potion she pressed her face obeisantly against the wire as did the other women captives. They all knew to be obedient and eagerly drink the noxious fluid as fast as they could, and not vomit any of it. Lincy’s vision blurred and her ears rang as she drank from the plastic tube. Her skin turned hot, sweat started to bead and drip, she felt the muscles tightening around her clitoris, her vaginal walls swelled and turned hot, and her nipples began to tingle. Everyday at the same time they would come and give them all a dose of potion. Everyday it was the same she would gag and retch, and as she drank, she became amorous, dizzy, and then pass out. 

 

Lincy saw Toby sitting alone at the end of the run as the effects leveled out; sweat beading on her back and running down to her anal cleft, Lincy salivated as she looked on catching the smell of her sweat and Bartholin fluids wafting through the air and moved closer to her. The way the pens were built made it impossible to walk upright even if they could it was absolutely forbidden; so her hands, knees, fore legs, and tops of her feet had developed thick calluses from crawling around on all fours as the men laughingly called it. The dirt mixed with round and sharp gravel toughened the hide that it abraded. Missy could see Toby was quietly crying when she drew near and instantly felt concerned and sat next to her keeping her shoulder touching Toby’s.

 

“I don’t remember my real name do you?” She whispered between sobs.

 

“No. I have forgotten my name and I can not remember what my husband looks like nor his name.” Lincy somberly related as she scootched closer and sighed, “I just remember being married.”

 

“Do you still remember telling your cycle by the moon.” She sadly hissed as she tried to be quiet.

 

“Yes I start my period when the last of the crescent moon wanes.” Missy calmly replied adding, “I started my periods again last month.”

 

“I’ve missed mine for the last two months!” Toby gasped out the last word. “The only males that have been fucking me are T-rex, Clyde, Jake, and Big Red.” she quaked as she uttered their names sobbingly then angrily hissed, “Those four legged bastards were really going at it too! Until they wondered off.” She rubbed her mons and tried to act like she was disgusted by the acts but the scent now wafting through the air told a different story. Father’s potion was working just as effectively on Toby as it was on every other female captive. Besides making their senses quite acute it caused their body hair to grow and made their body odor much more pungent. The aphrodisiac properties were quite intense and caused a deep aching in their breasts, clitorises, and vaginas.

 

 “Oh honey you know a dog can’t make you pregnant.” Lincy tried to console her.

 

“That awful tasting conglomeration he makes us all drink what… what if it is messing with our genes!” her voice filled with panic and her breath quickened as she added, “Just look at how hairy I’ve become.” Lincy knew she was right about the hair she too was becoming covered with long soft black hair, it was running up her back and forming soft waves along the backs of her arms, sides and covering her belly button. Her legs were completely covered with thick black hair too.

 

“Toby, resistance isn’t going to help you get through this!” Lincy said quietly waiting for her to say something and then added, “Toby just be strong we all have to be strong.” and she started to kiss her face when she heard her rapidly sniffing at the air Lincy caught the scent also.

 

“Their back, I can smell them.” Toby said her voice becoming passionate. Lincy looked toward the front of the pen and there they were squeezing through the doggy door, tails wagging and tongues flailing as they padded along. Lincy eagerly looked for Brutis but he was not to be seen and none of the other hounds were padding into sight either. T-rex, Clyde, Jake, and Red were quickly padding there way to where they were sitting all four stopped and took a long drink from the water bowl. T-rex was half wolf and Dane covered with a thick coat of gray, brown and black fur, Clyde was a full blooded blood hound his skin was so wrinkled coupled with his short red hair made him as ugly as he could be, Jake was half Dane and Saint Barnard he too had a thick coat of hair that had white, and red, with tan patches, and Red was half blood hound and wolf covered in a frosted black long haired coat. Lincy tried to scurry off but Jake grabbed a mouth full of hair, pushed her head to the ground, and held it there. Lincy continued to struggle breaking free only to be caught again and knocked back to the ground. She could feel his hot breath blowing across her neck and feel his drool sliding down her cheek He was toying with her much like a cat would toy with a mouse letting her try to scurry off, but he soon knocked her to the ground, stepped on her with one of his big paws, and sat. His cock was beginning to poke out from his sheath in front of her face while he sniffed at her hair, armpits, and butt.

 

The other three hounds already had Toby belly up; T-rex was licking and smelling one armpit, while Clyde was spraying his scent all over her as well as the other dogs. Red was eagerly sniffing and licking her vagina. Lincy stopped her halfhearted struggle and watched as Jake licked his swelling organ and then he licked her face; she could hear him sniffing her matted hair. She felt him push her head with his other paw as he scootched closer. Lincy could feel the heat on her face as it emanated from his wet, red, member and she began licking the hairy sheath and his surrounding belly. She felt his essence gushing across her cheek and course along her neck soaking into her hair when she sucked on his scrotum. His tongue started slathering across her face when she sucked his huge cock into her mouth swallowing the salty sweet juices as they flowed out.

 

Lincy rolled on her back spreading her legs wide when Jake stood and started tentatively sniffing and licking her feet, thighs, arms, belly, and face; covering her whole body as he moved his nose and tongue from here to there and back. Then he straddled her and started covering her body with his potent smelling scent eventually his nose and tongue found her wet genitalia causing her to yell out as it slithered across her clitoris repeatedly. Her euphoria was interrupted by Toby’s loud grunts. Lincy looked just in time to see Clyde’s huge red globe plunge into her womb, and her buttocks vanish under Clyde’s hairy haunches. Lincy’s skin became sweated as soon as she heard the loud wet squelching as Clyde’s huge cock pistoned inside Toby’s vaginal well.

 

Jake was straddling Lincy and nudging her face with his snout. She knew it was time to roll onto all fours; as soon as her buttocks brushed Jake’s belly his weight fell on her back and he wrapped his front legs tightly around her waist and with three very quick and powerful thrusts found and parted her labia with the full length and with the next thrust forced his swelled globe into her vagina pressing her mons to her thighs. A loud groan sounded deep inside Lincy’s throat as his huge red globe squeezed through her vaginal sphincter. His stroking was feverish her whole body quaked with each pounding thrust with his knot pulling out and plunging back in as he rushed to his climax. With a series of convulsive jerky thrusts, he released the torrential gush of hot sperm splashing against her vaginal vault and then gushing from her opening and down her thighs. A few moments of him being draped across her back he snapped back to life and with a few sharp rearward yanks and a very loud wet squelch sounded he pulled free.

 

Lincy fell to the ground and watched Clyde yank his gigantic knot from within Toby and as Jake slathered his tongue over her genitalia, she watched Red mount and skillfully enter Toby with his wet red dick. Red’s member wasn’t quite as big as the other two but he was much more enthusiastic with his thrustings, making Toby’s breasts flail to his rapid pistonning. Lincy’s mouth filled with saliva and her womb quivered as she caught the scent of Brutus’s seed being spilled, she knew he was somewhere close. Lincy rolled onto all fours, she felt her labia engorge and turn hot and her vaginal muscles flexed repeatedly. Jake began feasting on her renewed flow of Bartholin fluids and after a few minutes mounted her again. His thrusts were paced this time starting and stopping frequently this mating lasted nearly an hour. Long enough for several of the farm hands to gather around, gawk, and jeer as the hounds continued their mating frenzy with the two women. They went about their chores when the animals all lay down and nodded off. Lincy was on her side and Toby was on her back legs limply hanging in the air, and before Lincy’s eyes closed, she watched Toby’s juices flowing from her gaping vagina. Jake was lying across her belly and Red had his nose in Toby’s right armpit, Clyde was in the other and T-rex had his nose in Toby’s hair.

 

Lincy was the first to stir heading for the water bowl and Jake began licking up the juices still flowing from Toby’s womb. Lincy sleepily curled up inside the doghouse she and Brutus shared and quickly dozed off; sleeping until Brutus returned jostling her as he licked and sniffed her head to toe then lay across her body licking her face until she went back to sleep, and they slept until the rambunctious return of Mort in the predawn hours.

 

The end Ch. 3

The victim pt. 2

 

 

Ch. 3 pt.2

 

The Criminal

 

Brutus was the first to stir and Missy following him closely as he ran to the fence and anxiously paced the length of it. Both Lincy and Brutus watched the crowd of humans and animals gathering The animals in the other cage were eagerly hoping that the gate would be unlocked allowing them to join in on the greeting.

 

Lincy’s womb quivered when she watched Artemis roll onto her back and Father massaging her very pregnant belly and her rows of wriggling titties, a drool slipped passed her open lips when he began fondling the hounds genitalia. Her ardent passion quickly turned into burning jealousy when Lucy scurried into the scene. She remembered how she became Father’s favorite bitch when Lincy was moved into the birthing house. Her vagina gaped hungrily when she watched him mount her, drive his thick cock into her womb, and her saliva drained from her mouth when she caught the scent of his sperm when he started ejaculating. Lincy ached to join in on the ensuing mating frenzy that was just beginning, and began to moan when the hounds started vying for seconds and mores.

 

Brutus sensing his mate’s arousal started eagerly licking her genitalia. Soon long viscous stringers hung from his jowls as his tongue repeatedly snaked out and slathered across her mons stretching her engorged labia. He shimmied onto her back and began teasing the gaping vagina with short, rapid, shallow pokes, and when Missy growled out, he plunged its full length into her. Loud wet squelchings sounded as he began feverishly pistonning his gigantic cock inside her vaginal well, and within a few minutes his sperm gushed onto her cervix and spilled down her thighs and before the procession could pass the main pen Brutus yanked free and eagerly pushed through the dog door leaving Missy sitting by the gate.

 

Warm feeling washed over Missy when Father’s eyes caught hers and she quivered when she heard him say her name. She filled with joy when the gate opened and watched Brutus running freely in the crowd, she didn’t mind being left behind, as she knew she was going to the main house possibly for the whole week. She was so ecstatic that she was pissing all over the ground and didn’t mind the icy cold water the hands sprayed over her or the coarse brush they used to soap and scrub her with. She didn’t even mind the way they laughed when they douched her out with the same icy cold water; or how two of them made her suck them off, or them shooting their nice tasting sperm into her mouth. When they were done with her, they gave a sharp swat to her buttocks and ordered her to, “run to the main house.”

 

Missy scampered as fast as she could and when she pushed in through the doggy door she was greeted by a pregnant woman who was just starting to show. She put a choke collar around her neck and then led her into a crowded room. Several of Father’s captive pets were there, and several of Father’s trustees in various stages of being pregnant one had a wet belly as she was lactating. The trustees were hoisting them up on the table, exploratively massaging their breasts, probing the vaginas with their fingers, and smelling them as well as their armpits.

 

“This one is ready for mating.” One of the women called out then put a sleeveless cut off t-shirt with the letter O on it.

 

“Yea so is this one,” Chimed another, placing the same kind of shirt with the same letter.

 

Another yelled out, “This one is pregnant!” and slipped a shirt with the letter P on her.

 

They were all given a full gallon of Father’s concoction before being set on the floor and allowed to run to the next room. Missy was in the back of the line and watched as the women poked, prodded, squeezed, and put shirts on them with either the letter P, for pregnant, O, for ovulating, or NS, for not in season. When Lincy finally got her turn she got an O; and when she got her helping of the concoction it made her feel more bloated than usual as if she was given a lot more to drink this time. Her insides started to quake and quiver, her skin turned hot and sweat beaded, and like the rest of the women urine started to squirt in short staccatoed spurts. Her and the four pets that were ovulating had their collars clipped together and were led through the main room straight to Father’s table. As they neared; Lincy could see all four of his poker buddies with their pet squeeze toys, there were his six of his trustees sitting close to him all of them showing signs of being pregnant and two of them were lactating. His bride to be little Candy sitting in his lap his arm was around her and she was kissing his hand. Close to the table were two big screen TVs; on one was the padre sucking the dick of an older teenager as he got ready to perform the wedding ceremony, and on the other was Cocoa sparring in the ring awaiting her fight with Father.

 

“Look there is the padre Candy you ready!” Mort’s voice bellowed as he spoke pointing toward one of the TVs.

 

“Oh yes Father I missed you so much I have been rehearsing my vows all week long!” She eagerly replied sounding so sincere almost pleading. Her face had a rosy glow to it as she nuzzled against Mort’s hairy chest, and then she went back to nursing the drink Father had given her.

 

After finishing her drink Candy called out, “You Lucy!” when Lucy looked up she started tugging her chain and ordered, “Give Father’s penis some attention it has gotten soft.” She watched as Lucy began to suckle and warmly directed, “Make him hard but do ‘not…!’” and she jerked the chain, “make him cum. That sperm is mine tonight!” She watched as his cock turned hard and listened to her slurping sucks.

 

“Look!” Ned excitedly shouted as he pointed at the screen and there was the young man’s body flexing as his sperm filled the padre’s mouth there was no sound coming from the TV but it was obvious he was in mid orgasm.

 

“Woman! Check sweet Candy to see if she is ready to be married!” Mort Dray excitedly ordered. As she stepped from behind the chair, her nametag read Mother Becca. That meant that she had obtained trustee status, as had the other five.

 

The pregnant woman laid Candy on top of the table and began exploratively feeling both of her breasts and after suckling them both she took the key hanging on a gold chain around her neck and unlocked the belt that kept her rubber panties from being pulled down then unlocked the leggings that clung tightly to her thighs ensuring that her virginity would remain intact during Father’s absence. Mother Becca then stripped them away unpinned the diaper and sniffed it deeply before throwing it towards Mort. Mother Becca spread Candy’s legs wide and put her nose inside her satin blonde curly hairs, parted her thin labia with her thumbs. The room became quiet as she loudly quaffed the young woman’s aroma; taking several loud sniffs then suckled her little bud of a clitoris, and took several more loud quaffs.

 

“Oh…! Yes…! Little Candy is really ready for ‘youeew…!’ Father!” Mother Becca excitedly proclaimed with a bright smile beaming.

 

“Give this little maiden a good dose of my potion and bring that preacher in here!” Father yelled as he squeezed Candy’s nipple then laughingly bellowed, “Just how many times has the lad paid him today?”

 

Ted brayed, “Not for sure but I think the ole preacher has gotten six of his lauodes!” and then mockingly stroked his dick and acted as if he too were coming.

 

 “At least that!” Laughed Mother Becca standing next to Father watching Candy suck the potion from the jug. The crowd roared as Tiberius entered the picture and started tugging on the padre’s pant leg. He tied the young man’s hands behind his back before allowing the pooch to drag him away.

 

“You know how to separate the priest from the teen?” Shouted Ted.

 

“No!” Yelled three of the people as they laughed.

 

“A big bucket if ice water!” He yelled out straining to deliver the punch line before laughing his self silly. The whole room roared with riotous laughter as the padre followed Tiberius into the room pant leg in mouth.

 

He was dutifully dressed in his uniform; his white collar nearly lost to his putrid white skin a striking contrast to his black garb. His glazed eyes and twisted teethe; matched his tall skinny body and thin lips that filled his pock marked face, that long pointy nose with its flaring nostrils was a perfect match for those scraggly bushy eye brows and his unkempt salt and pepper hair.

 

“Why did you tie him up padre?” Mort asked as the room quieted down.

 

“He jackoffs!” he quickly replied and looked around the room smiling as every one laughed at his mater-of-fact answer and when they quieted he queried, “You must be Sweet Candy the bride to be; tell me why do you want to get married?”  

 

“I love Father and want to belong to him for as long as he will have me.” She sang out smiling then warmly added, “He wants to marry me, and I want to bear his children.”

 

“I can see you will make a good wife and mother maybe someday we will call you Mother Candy.” He said as he looked about the room raised his hands and lowered his head.

 

“It is truly grand our wonderful leader has found yet another woman he wants for his wife and member of his harem; let us bless this union with his eighth wife. Do you Candy swear to honor this union?”

 

“I do swear to honor this union!” She quickly and warmly responded as she smiled at Mort.

 

“Do you vow to love your sisters of wedlock as you love Father?” He crooned as he laid his hand on top of her head.

 

“I do so swear to love my sisters of wedlock as much as Father!” Candy sang in a deepening voice as a tear rolled down one cheek.

 

“Do you swear to give yourself over to his wishes and desires to value his smallest of ministrations?”  His voiced stretched out as he yelled.

 

“I do swear to fully give myself over to his wishes and desires to value his smallest of ministrations.” She crooned her face showing ardent passion as she continued gazing at her betrothed. Candy’s face was now wet with sweat and reddish in hue.

 

“And to the sisters of wedlock that came before you and now willingly share you with their husband will you honor and obey them?” he crooned out his hands folded close to his penis.

 

“Oh…! Yes I do so swear to fully give myself over to their wishes and desires to honor, obey, and to value their smallest of ministrations.”  She pleadingly responded and kissed Father’s hand.

 

“And do you Father swear to tend to sweet Candy blessing her with many children?” He asked as he cupped her chin and looked into Candy’s eyes.

 

“I do swear to keep her close to me when ever I am at the farm and bless her with as many children as I can give sweet Candy.” Mort said sounding sincerely as he replaced the padre’s hand with his cupping her chin.

 

“Then I pronounce you husband and wife. You may kiss your new husband.” He announced as he folded his arms across his chest and bowed his head.

 

Candy stood reached up pulled Father down to her face and kissed him passionately as he stood with her in his arms, and when she broke the kiss he sucked her upper lip into his mouth gripping it with his teeth stretched it let it pop free and snaked his tongue into her mouth slid one hand to her anus and began rubbing it with his fingers. A small trickle of urine dribbled as the kiss lingered and his fingers continued swishing across her anus.

 

Mort laid her across the table and broke the kiss calling, “Mother Becca come kiss our new bride.” A small drool slipped down her chin as she neared and bent over to kiss Candy. As their lips sealed loud wet gurgling sounds could be heard as they suckled each other’s tongues and lips in a lingering kiss.

 

When Mother Becca stood up Mort called, “Mother Annie come here and welcome our sweet Candy.” As the very pregnant woman neared her face turned very soft and warm looking she leaned over and showered Candy’s face with several wet kisses then lingered with her tongue deep in Candy’s throat as she squeezed a nipple and then rubbed it with her lactating nipple. When she placed her hand just below her navel Candy reflexively lifted and parted her legs.

 

“Mother Tessy and Mother Doggie come and prepare sweet Candy to receive me.” Mort crooned as he held her foot to his mouth and nibbled her toes causing Candy to breathe hard.

 

Both women looked to be at least six months along as they walked up to the table and a revenant hush swept across the room as they each took the small pliant mound with its bristling nipple into their hands kneaded it and twisted the nipple listening to Candy’s stifled moans as Mother Annie’s kiss continued to linger. They began suckling on Candy’s bristling nipples stretching her arms above her head, took the crotch of her knees, and held them to their breasts. Father he stepped closer to Candy’s overhanging buttocks his huge penis now standing straight up with a shiny glaze oozing down his thick meaty shaft.

 

Becca fixed cameras hanging from the ceiling and peering between Father’s legs from under the chair seat on Candy’s splayed puffy red labia. On the big screens her sateen juices could be seen clearly as they seeped from her opening, her tiny bud of a clitoris was centered in both screens. Becca slipped behind Father and started massaging his already turgid cock with one hand and his large hairy scrotum with the other. Candy’s gasping breath caused Mother Anne’s cheeks to puff out as she continued stifling Candy’s passionate wailings and gently holding her rocking head. Small squirts of urine arced to the floor as Mort peeled back Candy’s clitoral hood exposing her urethral opening and small taut clitoral bud and he teased it with his thumb. Her creamy colored buttocks were turning pink and her skin began to bristle with goose fresh, and her sateen juices covered her brownish anus and the insides of her mons glistened.

 

Candy’s writhing body was jostling all three women as they held her to the table top then all motion stopped only Candy’s quaking stomach flexed as Mort rubbed his swelled gland in circles teasing her labia and clitoris. The table squeaked when Candy’s body winced violently as the first few inches of Mort’s penis slipped through her vaginal sphincter, and when more of the turgid shaft slipped in Candy began pushing her self onto the slowly thrusting penis. The creamy white juices coating her anus turned to a soft rosé color, the girth of Mort’s cock pressed her mons tightly to her thighs. The juices coating his penis turned red when he started pistonning it; shallow at first then taking deeper thrusts and then stopping as Candy’s writhing body lay still her sweat beading across her body as she trembled. A torrent of urine erupted as Mort pulled out; splashing on the floor as it arced downward, fouling the lens under the chair, and Becca cleaned it off right away.

 

The three women shifted Candy face down onto Mother Anne’s big round belly as she lay down on the table. She cupped Candy’s face with both hands and resealed their lips noisily slurping as she suckled. Mothers Tessy and Doggie kept Candy’s arms stretched above her head and her legs spread wide. Candy’s back arched and her anus winked as Mort’s meaty hard shaft sank back into her vaginal well and began slowly pumping. Mort’s muscles tensed and flexed as he skillfully worked his tool inside Candy’s womb. Not once did he go in deep even when his climaxing caused him to bowl over, he just released his sperm into the middle of her vaginal well keeping his cock in until it turned soft and fell out. There on the big screen was Candy’s genitalia covered with a rosy glaze of blood, Bartholin juices, and Mort’s sperm. Artemis began licking Mort’s soft dangling cock coated with the same red colored gel. Jessy and Tessy began licking Candy’s rosy juices from her genitalia and buttocks making her laugh licentiously. The room was still silent as the new mates savored their moments.

 

“Come here Candy.” Mort beckoned as he sat back in his chair and Candy took her place in his lap. The long procession began passing giving the newly weds a kiss; some lingering and some quick, humans and hounds alike all in the same line.

 

“Well Candy you choose the first one for mating.” Mort directed as he looked at Fanny, Lassie, Cody, Missy, and Tessa all of them had Os on their shirts. 

 

Candy looked at them all and then said, “I want Lassie to go first.”

 

Mothers Tessy and Doggie unchained Lassie and laid her out on the table and Mort called out, “Ned you got first call here.”

 

“Moe may I please wait for the next one?” Ned plead.

 

“Next one’s you’res Ned. Ted how about you?” He queried.

 

Mother Becca met him at the table and started sucking his soft penis and massaging his scrotum, he stood there looking at Lassie spread eagle while Becca turned his dick stiff and continued sucking until she felt his precum coating her tongue and throat. Becca stepped behind Ted and she started massaging his turgid shaft as they moved close to Lassie. When with in reach she placed his gland on Lassie’s swollen pinkish labia and bumped him with her thigh pushing his purple gland in and Lassie lifted her legs up high and wide. Becca continued massaging Ted’s penis and coaxing it inward until halfway in; then her massaging turned fast and she manually caused Ted to ejaculate in Lassie’s vaginal well, and like Mort he waited for his penis to soften and fall out with a thick stringy rope of sperm clinging to the gland which Phoebe quickly captured with her tongue as it fell to the floor and then proceeded to clean the rest of is flaccid penis and goo covered scrotum.

 

“Okay Mothers Tessy and Doggie get ole Missy up on the table for her insemination, Ned it is show time!” Moe brayed out loud. Ned walked with quick long strides as he bellied up and stuffed his already hard cock into her gaping pinkish wet vagina and vigorously pistoned it taking long full strokes and in quick order his hot semen gushed against her vaginal vault and Missy quaked with each gush and like the others he too waited for it to soften and fall out. His pet toy started licking the thick gel from his soft shaft as soon as he sat down and Artemis lapped up the oozing sperm coating her anus.

 

“Well sweet Candy what now; do we keep them here, or send them back to the pens?” Moe asked. Lassie fell to Mort’s feet kissing them showing him how much she wanted to stay and Missy started nestling to Candy’s belly and licking her thighs.

 

“Father honey I think Missy needs more of your seed in her belly so lets keep her here, and get Cody ready, I want to help inseminate her.” Candy Directed while gently stroking Mort’s flaccid member.

 

“Reb it is your turn!” Moe sang out then ordered; “Okay Tessa and Doggie get Lassie swaddled and cart her off to the pens.” He paused and smiled as he watched and listened to Candy noisily suckling Doggie’s meaty clitoris.” Then added, “We’ll know by Monday if it took.” Then he watched as the two women put the final tight wraps to Lassie only her face showed as they put her on a wheeled table and carted her off.

 

“Well I think I will be off to my reward,” he padre crooned as he stretched and squeezed his hardening cock inside his pants giving it several long strokes.

 

“Wait a minute preach don’t you want to get one of these bitches knocked up?” Yelled Reb as he humped at the air.

 

“Aw let him go.” Chimed Moe adding, “He’s in a hurry to milk a little more of young Tommy’s sperm.”

 

“We all move in our own ways.” Countered the padre and scurried out through the door he came in.

 

“We best get Tessa and Fanny impregnated.” Mort said as he played in their hair then shouted as he asked, “Who wants to do one beside me?” 

 

“I will!” shouted Jeb as he ran up to the table stroking his hard dick. Jeb stood to Mort’s right with his throbbing penis touching Tessa’s clitoris while Moe teased Fanny’s vaginal opening with his flared gland. The girls had their touching arms and legs wrapped together as the two men plied their vaginal openings. Moe started and Jeb followed they both worked a long slow stride. Jeb had to stop numerous times in order to hold his seed as long as Moe could, so he was nowhere near as rhythmic as Moe.

 

“Are you ready Jeb?” Moe hissed as he strained to retain his sperm.

 

“Oh yeeaass…!” Jeb rasped then groaned, “I’m really close man!”

 

“Okay go…!” Moe groaned. The tabled squeaked loudly as it rocked from the two men pumping hard and fast; the liquid in the glasses sloshed over the rims and the platters slid back and forth. With a loud groaning, they stopped and their bodies flexed and flexed as they hissed loud gasps and then slumped over placing their faces between the two women’s breasts. Little Candy and Missy walked to Mort and petted him. Jeb’s play toy wrapped her arms around his waist and licked the sweat from the small of his back working her way down over his anus and started sucking his hairy scrotum.

 

“Ladies get these two swaddled and back to the pens.” Moe brayed his voice sounding slightly fatigued, as he played in the seeping sperm swirling the warm seed onto two of his fingers and sucking them clean. “Bring me my brew!” He yelled and Mother Becca brought a gallon jug with a very nasty looking liquid inside and he hungrily drained the jug. His face turned bright red and sweat beaded the hairs on his belly were pasted to his wet skin; his eyes glazed and he groaned out then belched loudly, a long, wet, groaning belch and shuddered.

 

“Goddamn that shit has a kick today lets get this party on the mad swing.” He brayed out loudly and as a bright smile beamed he sexily added, “It’s time we give Cocoa her big fight. What do ya say boys and hounds.” All that could speak cheered him as he bent Candy over the table, plunged his thick cock into her, and gave her several hard and fast pumps pulling out long before he came. Soon all the screens throughout the house had the feed from the cameras in the gym there was Cocoa resting but looking quite concentrated. The door opened and in pranced Mort Dray his thick dick’s outline bulged inside the baggy trunks tied to his waist. Mother Becca laced up his gloves and sat near his corner. “Hey there you ready to win your freedom?” Mort said teasingly as he shuffled his feet and boxed at the air dancing the boxer’s dance.

 

“There is going to be two hits tonight… me hit’en you and you hit’en the mat.” She said with conviction. The bell sounded starting the first of two rounds. The players danced throwing swings and jabs but no one making a hit just watching their opponent move. Cocoa made a fast shuffle with her feet threw a quick left, left, right connecting with the left and right. Mort back stepped as he shook off the hits, then faked a left and delivered a solid right. She blocked the incoming left dodged the next right stepped in and delivered two body blows and popped his chin with a surprise right upper cut. Just as Mort had predicted Cocoa’s left hand was starting to drop as the end of the three-minute round neared. Just before the bell sounded, Mort delivered a right that glanced over the top of her left glove and connected solidly with her cheekbone; causing her to stagger as her knees weakened for just a second, and the bell sounded.

 

They both did the boxer’s dance to their corners. She had one of the trustees spraying her with water and Mort had Mother Becca. Cocoa’s trustee was ordered to do right by her, there was to be no cheating. Mort promised a fair fight, and a fair fight she was going to get. He was just the better fighter so he knew exactly how hard he could hit her to shake her and not knock her out; he knew he was going to win but she was going to think the victory would hers the whole time right up to the final knock down. Mort was clearly the winner of that round having delivered the most devastating hits, so they both had two wins each now.  

 

The bell sounded and they both pranced into the middle of the matt; again the shuffling foot work and exploratory jabs and swings, blocks and dodges, the stepping back and stepping in as the contestants vied for the right time and place. The sag in Cocoa’s left arm was slightly lower now as the right punch had weakened her; so Mort opened up for a left and by how fast she took it planting a solid hook, Mort knew she still had her wits and her timing was still on. He ducked and dodged a few more and then opened his left again and ‘pow…!’ she nailed him good this time. He reeled slightly did a quick shuffle faked a right and her left dropped below her shoulder and he popped her good! Cocoa’s left dropped to her side, she struggled to lift it, her knees warbled, and her head sagged to one side. Cocoa was nearly out but still on her feet and she kept trying to hit him with her right. Mort bounced anther right off her left cheek and plunged a solid jab into her solar plexus and she crumpled to the mat. Mother Becca stepped into the ring and started the count, but the bell sounded before she finished the ten count.

 

They waited for her to move and then Mort asked, “Do I win?”

 

“Yes you win.” Cocoa weakly and breathlessly replied her voice sounding solemn.

 

“I didn’t hear you…! Did I win?” He asked louder and angrier this time.

 

“Yeeaass…!” She wailed out and between loud sobs added, “Yeeaass…! You win…! You win…! What do you want!?”

 

“Becca pull her left glove off.” He directed and then very firmly ordered, “Now you put that choke chain around your neck put your gloved hand in the loop on the rope pull your trunks down to your ankles and put your other hand in the other loop on the rope.” She gasped as she saw the chain and shuddered as she slipped it over her head; she jumped as Becca snapped the lock to the collar and froze as she looked at the loops on the rope knowing her freedom was vanishing as she inched her way towards them. Cocoa sobbed loudly as she slipped her gloved hand into the first loop; and then she started gasping and sobbing violently as she slipped her trunks to her ankles, her face was wet with both sweat and tears. Her mouth was contorted as she wept, but slowly she placed her free hand into the last loop and trembled as she waited listening to Mort Dray.

 

“Now you do what you are told no matter who tells you.” Mort sternly ordered and then angrily barked, “Becca!”

 

“You drink this… and you drink it fast, you suck it down! You swallow it until it is all gone.” Becca sternly ordered and stuffed the tube into her mouth.

 

Cocoa sucked and swallowed several large gulps her body retched and she yelled out, “Yuck…! Oh god that is awful…!” she let out a long wet belch then puked with some very violent retches and when she stopped.

 

“Drink more…!” Becca angrily growled and stuffed the tube back into her mouth again and she spit it out. As soon as she did Mort began lashing her buttocks with a willow switch. Crack… Crack… Crack sounded as he lashed her from the bottom of her thighs to the small of her back. When she opened her mouth and wailed Becca stuffed the tube back into mouth and down her throat and began pumping the concoction into Cocoa’s stomach.

 

“You…! do…! As…! You’re…! Told…!” Mort grunted the words with the last five lashes. Some of the welts were bleeding all of them were raised, round, and wide with a burning red color to them. Cocoa’s wailing sobs turned into incoherent gurgling as his concoction flowed into her belly. She would retch, belch, and then vomit. Becca would catch it in a bucket, pour it back into the jug, and serve the mixture right back to her.

 

Mort was now doing his most favorite thing watching his captive’s genitalia engorge in response to his wonderful potion and its aphrodisiac qualities. Mort placed the stool under her belly when her retching stopped and her body began to waver. She was now limply draped over the stool and urine was starting to trickle, and then as predicted her purplish pink labia became covered with a creamy white gel, her ebony mons gained a rosy sheen, and with a pop, her labia splayed. A nice round hole showed at her vaginal tuck. There was satin gel sliding out from the tuck and down along the inside of her labium then hang on her clitoral hood and fall just as another shimmering pearl would ooze out. Just as his cock turned hard her, vagina gaped; she shuddered, and gasped then let out a loud wet belch as her stomach began to bloat. Cocoa’s anal sphincter began to spasm quivering and winking. Sweat was now beading across her body and draining from her armpits.

 

“Look Father…!” Becca excitedly called as she showed Mort the empty jug and then she lifted her hand from Cocoa’s mouth that had held the tube in place; hanging from it was Cocoa’s viscous saliva and she gleefully added, “She is really ready for you Father… I can smell her. Go ahead and give her some of your sweet meat Father!” Becca let the tube slip from Cocoa’s mouth and began massaging Cocoa’s breasts and milking her nipples. Incoherent mumblings and moaning was sounding deep inside Cocoa’s throat as she fell deeper into the drug-induced stupor.

 

Mort slid his hard dick into the now gaping vagina, as it found her depth incoherent moans and cooing sounds grew louder. He worked it for several minutes and then pulled it out with a yank saying firmly, “I’m goin to give this load to sweet Candy!” and with long quick strides headed for the door shouting over his shoulder, “Strip, tie her up, and take her to the box!”

 

“Please Father may I feed on her fluids for a while?” Becca pleadingly asked her smiling face was showing a little blush on her cheeks and sweat was forming on her brow.

 

Mort stopped at the door turned around smiling a very lewd smile his hard cock was poking straight out with a thick coating of Cocoa’s viscous juices and replied, “Sure just don’t be too long… I’m going to want you too.” and closed the door behind him.

 

As he neared, the table both Candy and Missy watched. Candy knew he was coming for her leaned over the table and waited legs spread wide. She yelled and grunted painfully when he shoved the full length of his throbbing cock into her womb and she gasped loudly when his sperm exploded inside her cervix, and after he delivered the last few convulsive thrusts he shouted, “Lets get this party on the hump…!” Mort stuck his face into Candy’s curly blonde hair kept his tight grip on her upper arms and continued to hump until his softening penis fell out.

 

The big screen TVs started showing random selection of audio video feeds of the party and the surroundings as well as selected footage of the farm and the goings on; from the animals and their bitches, to them mating with the captives, to the farm hands snagging a few of them and carting them off to their quarters. The hands that were on duty started throwing left over steaks and bone in roasts around on the floor, while others carried platters full of food and put them on the many tables scattered throughout the main room. All of the males began taking helpings of food and drink; the four-legged ones were gnawing on the meat and bones, the captives were grabbing whatever scraps they could forage. Some of the men were eating from plates and drinking from glasses while others were acting like animals.

 

All the males quickly lost interest in the food and drink and began pawing the females; the four legged ones, to the two-legged ones. All of them licking, probing, poking, kissing, and biting, and soon none of the humans had a stitch of clothing on. Counting all the males there were as many as twenty-three and only about eight available females, so there was a lot of doubling and tripling up going on. Some of the women were being dragged around by their hair as the hounds vied for their turns; while others were being mounted as they slurped on hard dicks, and still others were being boned in all three holes with the hounds licking the copious juices as they oozed here and there. Soon the smell of Sweat, fresh sperm, Bartholin fluids, and urine hung heavily throughout the whole house. The wet squelchings of pistonning cocks and slurping mouths; were accompanied by the animalistic pantings, groanings, and gruntings caused by the melee of meshing bodies.

 

The whole house was rocking to the feverish matings of all the animals. They rolled from one set of arms into a different set of paws; and back into yet another set of arms. The women would be sucking one man’s dick and when he came, she might find a dog dick being shoved into her face or when the man licking her pussy went to another one, a pooch might take his place. The groups of men hovering around a couple of women waiting their turn looked just like a bunch of hounds hovering around a couple of women waiting their turn. As one looked around there were smears of drying fluids along the floor or on the cushions the hounds would do what they could but not all of the juices got licked up.

 

While the orgy continued Mort and his two sex partners were being catered to by the two remaining mothers both were lactating. Mother Tessa and Mother Annie were very busy kissing, licking sucking, massaging, tugging, squeezing, and twisting, the pleasure tools of their charges. First they would make Moe cum in sweet Candy and then in Missy or some times they would split the ejaculate between the two women, then give him some time and stroking let Mort and sweet Candy suckle at their breasts drinking their milk. After a few minutes of rest, they would start all over again.

 

 

 

The end chp. 3  The Criminal

 

                    Pt. 2

 

 

 

                            

Chp. 3  The Crime

 

    pt. 3

 

 

Greg Mineras noticed the cute smirk wash across nurse Smyth’s face when doctor Louan Daoh Mien stuffed his lubed finger into his rectum during one of his many exams he thought, “I will have to feel that gooey jelly for the rest of the day. Yvonne Smyth is surely getting a thrill out of this I bet she wishes she was the one doing the fingering.”

 

“Well your smooth in there no ridges, tight rings, or lesions.” Dr. Mien informatively said as he pulled off his latex gloves then looked at the charts saying as if talking to him self, “one thirty nine over seventy, ninety nine at one hundred percent, heart rate steady at ninety seven per.” He paused surveyed then looked at Greg, “All your chem. levels are at acceptable levels. How have you been sleeping?”

 

“Well okay for being in a hospital where they wake you if they get an itch. Hey Doc I’ve never heard of anybody getting pneumonia from being intubated for a few days.” Greg questioned.

 

Greg watched as nurse fiddled with his meds and when he started to feel light headed Dr. Mien explained, “Greg take a deep breath and let it out slow.” While Greg exhaled he continued, “It has been much more than a few days the fact is, you have been out for most of the eighteen months you have been here.” He paused while Greg blinked his eyes and looked around the room and when his met the doctor’s he added, “Mr. Mineras you’ve been in and out seventeen times this last one the longest nearly seven weeks, and there is no organic pathology to account for these long stretches of coma.”

 

Greg interjected asking, “So that is why I feel so weak?”

 

“Yes. Do you remember what we were talking about, the panic attacks?” Dr. Mien asked.

 

“Yes. So my wife has been gone for nearly nineteen months and tell me are the cops any closer to finding her.” Greg sarcastically asked.

 

“I can’t answer that.” Dr. Mien frankly replied and added, “I’ve had my hands full with you and when they find your wife I will take good care of her too.”

 

“I thought I’ve been her for only a couple of weeks and now I find out that I’ve been here for nearly two years; that I nearly died, my wife is still missing, next you’ll say the cops still want to talk to me!” Greg stopped as he started to black out but no buzzers or bells sounded.

 

“Just take care of your self for now Mr. Mineras. I can’t begin to understand your dilemma and I am not going to insult you by saying everything will be fine.” He paused as he put his hand on Greg’s shoulder and then somberly added, “but we can be hopeful. Greg I have to catch up with my rounds I will look in on you before my shift ends. Is there anything more I can do for you?”

 

“Well if it is all the same to you, you could give me another taste of that stuff you gave me just before you dropped the bomb.” Greg glumly asked.

 

“Well nurse Smyth can you arrange that for Mr. Mineras?” Dr. Mien asked. 

 

“Yes doctor.” She sounded so serious with her reply and when the doctor left she asked, “Do you remember me?”

 

“Yes…!” Greg excitedly responded then asked, “I’m sorry but did you ever give me some of Yvonne’s finger pudding?”

 

“Oh…! No not now luv they’re too many people on the ward! I could give your fanny a bit of a washing luv would you like that.” Yvonne asked saucily.

 

“Please Yvonne that stuff feels so yucky sticky.” Greg replied as he squirmed. It was as if she had a warm washcloth in her hand all along because she had Greg on his side and was done washing his anus and buttocks before he could say whoa. Greg watched Yvonne empty her syringe into his IV, as the warmth started coursing its way through his veins she smiled and asked, “Is that enough luv?”

 

“Maybe a little mooorreah…!” Greg just starred blinking slowly as his eyes flitted about the room and his breathing turned rhythmic.

 

“I’ll take that as a yes.” She said with a soft giggle tucked him in and as she made the door whispered loud enough for Greg to hear, “I’ll be back luv with a bowl full of Yvonne’s hot finger pudding.”

 

Greg watched the walls his head felt like it was slowly spinning; one wall looked like it was going up while the one across from it appeared to going down, the other two were going side ways in converging directions. When he looked at the floor, it was sloped away from him while the ceiling had a big bowing belly in it. The crisp lining around the clouds had a dancing line of stars, hearts, and little crescent moons each following the other as they danced over the sun lit edges of the clouds. Tinkling bells played a melody he couldn’t name or place where he heard it but he knew the song. Slowly the clouds changed from a creamy white, to a stormy gray and they started to race by; and as they changed from the stormy gray to a warm pastel red they slowed and their edges became blurry. A tear filled one eye as Lincy’s face appeared in the big soft red cloud and then so many months melted together. He was glad to have the memories to fill his mind, but sad just the same as their life together had been cut short… twice by the same bastard.

 

“Hello luv.” Yvonne cheerily called from the door and the bright smile melted to a sincere look of compassion as she stepped closer to the bed she asked as the doctor slinked in behind her syringe in hand, “Oh Greg dear luv what is it?” and she leaned close to comfort his head.

 

“I love my wife…!” He wailed as she held him close to her bosom, “I miss her and feel so fearful for her and so very helpless.”

 

“Oh luv you just cry it all out we all know how much you love your wife.” Yvonne warmly affirmed then held him until the dose the doctor injected into the IV tube took effect.

 

“Well he has gotten a little better.”  Dr. Mien remarked as he listened to his heart adding, “Out breaks like this have sent him back into coma.”

 

“He really misses his wife.” Yvonne sadly related as she gave him a sponge bath and then agreed, “He has picked up bit of a stride. Will we be able to keep those coppers away from him another day or two?”

 

“I’ve already made the notation at the station as well as the main desk, immediate family only for the next few days.” He paused as he reread the chart checked for reaction to light in both eyes then added, “I don’t want him getting upset we could still loose him… he is still very weak from this last coma. I want his range of motion and muscle therapy increased to four twenty minute sessions a day.” And with a last concerned look, he left calling over his shoulder, “Call me if there are ‘any…!’ changes.” 

 

Yvonne gave Greg’s face another wipe with a clean damp towel and just as she was about to leave Greg groped for her hand and held it as tightly as he could and with his half open eyes begged, “Please Yvonne can you stay just a few more minutes, I need to feel a warm body.” He sounded sedated but he was fighting to stay conscious and dreamily added, “You smell so good to me!” Yvonne allowed him to wrap his arm around her upper thigh, his hand came to rest on the fleshy part of her inner thigh, and with in a few minutes he was sound asleep. She looked at the outline of his penis and smiled as it started to soften.

 

“Luv you stay awake for five minutes tomorrow and I’ll give you more than just a feel.” Just before she left, she took a long quaff and knew there was some precum under the blanket then went about her rounds.

 

Greg knew he was dreaming when he awoke on the beach with the sun baking his skin and the salty aroma of the ocean wafting through the air. The screech of the gulls mixed with Lincy’s laughter and he rolled onto his side and tried to open his eyes and watch his beautiful wife playing in the sun but all he could see was a blurry mixture of blues, reds, and greens surrounding Lincy her features undistinguishable. His eyes began to burn with tears and his voice was mute when he tried to callout and then the acrid stench of ammonia filled his nose. Greg felt a sharp pinprick in his ear and his head being jolted from the hand slapping his face. As the blurriness cleared there was the nightmarish face again staring at him from over the white mask, through hate filled eyes and her sneering voice sounded as the mask puffed, “Don’t act like the stupid bastard you are or you’ll never smell this again!” and Greg’s assailant stuffed a pair of freshly moistened panties into his face.

 

Greg’s eyes filled with tears as he recognized the sweet scent of his wife and how his longing to hear her voice and feel her touch filled his mind and soon gave way to the fearfulness he felt for her and her nightmarish ordeal she was going through and with his voice weak, Greg stammered as he pleadingly assured, “I swear I’ve said nothing to everybody and not a word will I say just ‘please…!’ just please bring my Lincy back home!”

 

“You keep your fucking mouth shut!” Growled the fake nurse and with a swish, she was gone.

 

 

 

 

The end chp. 3 The crime

 

pt. 2

 

 

Chp. 3 The Criminal

 

pt. 3

 

 

It was around dawn the spent men started lounging around the windows or in front of the TVs watching the hounds dragging the women into the back yard; their numbers grew from twelve or thirteen to twenty one or two. There were three or four hounds to each of the women and boy did they look like they were in love. A hodgepodge of flailing tongues, wagging tails, and humping dogs. The women were either on their backs being given tongue baths, or they were on all fours being jostled about as the different hounds vied for the next place in line, or they were being feverishly humped. At one point, all eight women were being madly humped and all of them were making loud wet squelching noises, as the hot wet hard cocks were rapidly being plunged in and yanked back out repeatedly. The hounds too started to slow and their active numbers shrank as they dropped out.

 

As the sun climbed into the sky the revelers were all sleeping in a couple of piles in the main room, or outside under the trees, with a few couples scattered about. Occasionally either one of the hounds or one of the two legged hounds would find a open hole and give it a poking, but for the most part the first part of the party was over and just a pile of sweated, cum covered bodies remained. The tables scattered across the room still had scraps of food, and half full bottles and glasses; here a plate and there a bowl, a glass here and a bottle there. The revelers had really made a mess; the house was rife with the stale smell of both female and male sweat, urine, and cum, as well as a hodge podge of food and drink.

 

Soon a man stirred to go outside causing a ripple effect soon everyone was stirring and finding there way into the afternoon sun. The women squatting pissing, the men finding a tree and pissing, and the hounds covering up the humans’ scents with theirs. Mort, Candy, Missy, Mother Tessa and Mother Annie were stretched out in the master’s bedroom. Missy was suckling on Candy’s budding clitoris as she slipped Father’s organ in and out of her sore looking vagina.

 

Mort’s cock suddenly stiffened and Candy asked, “Please Father give this seed to Missy.” Missy rolled onto her belly when she saw Father looking at her and knew he was close. When Candy jumped off, she tensed when Mort fell on her stuffing his ejaculating organ right inside her. He grunted loudly spraying spit all over Lincy’s back as the last of his sperm gushed out and his body went limp. He rolled onto his back and ordered, “Mother Tessa and Annie get Candy and Missy swaddled up and cart Missy back to the pens…!”

 

“No…! No…! Father let me help you have sex with any of the women here I just want to give you pleasure!” Candy interjected excitedly pleading.

 

“You be a good girl and do as you are told. I will spend the night with you tonight.” Mort softly admonished then kissed her little feet and watched them being wrapped up tightly. He kissed them both on the forehead and watched as Missy was being wheeled out.

 

Mort Dray stood on the porch overlooking the main grounds stroking his semi hard penis and watching the animals playing their games as they romped about. The four-day orgy had them all moving a little slower then usual and he beamed a hearty smile as he recalled being told the insemination had taken in all six women. He knew the six women would soon start showing signs of being pregnant. They brought the total up to thirteen of the twenty-seven captives were now impregnated. The illegal baby trade was netting him more than he ever thought it would, but he still bread and boarded dogs, trained them and sold them. A warm smile beamed as he watched Brutus and Ester starting their mating dance the warm weather had caused Ester to come into season; the last litter she had, netted him over five thousand dollars. He smiled broadly as he watched Ned and Reb getting the vaginal and seminal juices licked from their groin by Ophelia, and Sabrina both female Wolf and Dane mixed.

 

Juicy Lucy kissed him on the foot and rubbed her face along Mort’s leg as she drew closer to his hairy scrotum. Her licking and kissing began to sound wet as she neared his cluster. Mort looked at her darkening hair that was beginning to cover her alabaster skin. Mort quivered as she suckled his hairy scrotum. He cast a lingering gaze watching Luscious leisurely mounted Lassie, a loud wet squelch sounded when he thrust his large cock into her womb. Without moving, he held her tightly and just slowly licked her neck and ear. There in the bright sunlight next to the tall Oak tree were Artemis and Tiberius standing butt to butt their tongues flailing as the two hounds panted from exhaustion after mating, Artemis had just came into season too and Tiberius had been trying to bone her all week and took the opportunity offered as Luscious was busy mating with Lassie.

 

A loud wet gasp sounded from Lucy causing Mort to look down and there was Thaddeus eagerly tonguing her vagina and buttocks. A bright light flashed in Mort’s mind blinding him and when it dimmed he saw his van parked on the side of a road and he was standing next to it looking at a patrol woman and then a loud voice rang out, “you’ll take her and find a new friend.” He opened his eyes just as his sperm gushed into Lucy’s mouth oozing down her chin and watched as Thaddeus’s forceful humping turned convulsive and his grunting turned desperate and loud. Lucy’s cheeks puffed around Mort’s shaft as she gasped from her orgasm. The three of them quieted and remained motionless while they savored the moment.

 

Lucy fell to the ground when Thaddeus yanked his softened cock from her vaginal well, her eyes rolled back while his tongue slathered across her vagina lapping up the thick congealed juices. Mort looked at Thaddeus, he looked back his ears cocked forward licking the sweet glaze from his jowls.

 

Inside Mort’s mind, he watched a flower blossoming with each of his victims and his pets’ faces appearing on the peeling petals. His pets bouncing and playing or giving him sugar, and his victims with the dazed look of disbelief as he bounced his fist across their cheekbone, and then their look of total submission. Candy’s scent drifted from the bedroom, brought Mort back from his dream, and he headed to the bedroom. He saw mother Becca enticingly holding her free nipple dripping with her milk and he watched as Ned noisily suckled from the other then he too started suckling and swallowing her sweet tasting cream. When Ned started making her suck his cock Mort slowly walked into the bedroom and there was Mother Tessa fingering Candy’s vaginal folds while she drank from her weeping nipple.

 

“She is really close to cumming,” Announced Mother Tessa in a warm soft voice. Mort looked at her, smiled and watched while Candy’s toes wriggled with excitement and looked at her juices weeping from her vagina. He listened as Tessa noisily slurped them up. Candy’s back arched as he slid his turgid fat cock into her womb giving Candy a few deep thrusts and he let out a few loud and quick breaths while expelling his sperm. Candy’s body jostled Tessa’s as she writhed from pleasure within Tessa’s grasp.

 

“That was beautiful Father the two of you came at the same time.” Tessa salaciously observed and kneeled waiting for him to withdraw his penis so she could lick it clean. Phoebe padded into the room and waited next to Tessa and when she started licking the juices from Mort’s penis Phoebe began to feed on the sperm oozing from Candy’s open vagina. Mort began vigorously masturbating and quickly started ejaculating into Tessa’s open mouth, and as his climax eased he groaned, “Take it all, take it all the way down.” And sighed loudly as she slid the full length of his softening shaft into her throat. When Tessa started to quake from not breathing he pulled out saying, “Look!” and there was Phoebe laying on her back and whining.

 

“I think she wants me the give her a little sweet and low.” Tessa saucily remarked.

 

“I think you are right let me watch.” Mort salaciously agreed. His penis turned hard briefly, as he watched Tessa’s tongue slithering over the Phoebe’s genitalia and massaging the hound’s rows of wriggling titties. He laughed as Phoebe let out a loud groaning whine of approval and lick at the air.

 

Mort walked out to the porch and sat in the hot sun closing his eyes he saw the blossom again only this time Carol the waitress he just met, her face was in the middle with Candy’s face on all of the surrounding pedals. Then a blinding light shined and he saw the little mole on Carol’s neck and remembered she had been one of his original victims. Mort’s penis turned quite turgid and ached as he remembered how easy and how quickly she learned her lessons. She was so willing to please that he never had to punish her. Then the world spun and warbled and with a sudden jolt stopped and in his head he heard “go now!” a wet smile washed across Mort’s face and he yelled out, “Jerry gas up the van!” and as he rushed into the house yelled at the door, “Jerry double up on the meds, ropes, and gags!”

 

 

The end Ch.3

 

The Criminal pt. 3

 

 

 

Ch. 3 The victim pt. 3

 

 

Lincy was sleeping on the grass and partially covered gravel when a loud metallic clanging woke her. She started to jump to her feet but the top of her cage knocked her back to the ground and she sat there blinking her eyes in disbelief but thankful she was no longer in the isolation box. She was surprised to see that Brutus was nowhere to be seen as she thought he was licking her ear just before she was rested from her sleep. The evil laughter filtered through the hedge row that separated the isolation cells from the rest of the farm; though she could not see what was happening she knew all too well, the sounds of the woman violently vomiting reminded her of both her first and second stays. Her skin where the welts use to be itched, when Lincy heard the sharp cracks of the whip, soon the smell of rancid feces filtered through the hedge as did the woman’s pleading sobs as she begged for the torment to stop. Lincy started to cry for her as she remembered how much like her the strange woman’s pleading sounded.

 

Then the sounds of the continuing orgy filtered from the house and back yard made her wish she was still there. Lincy knew that there was only four or five women to service the nearly thirty males two or four legged males and the thought of having several cocks waiting for their turn made her ache deep inside her womb and she pressed her face to the wire fence. She started sniffing madly at the air hoping to catch Brutus’s scent but the wind was blowing in the wrong direction. Then Lincy saw three of the hired hands walking in the direction of her cage she knew they were coming to test her and see if Father’s sperm took hold.

 

“Come on out here you,” ordered the man opening the cage door.

 

“Get over here and suck this hard cock.” Ordered another as he unzipped his pants and pulling out his already hard dick, Lincy quickly obeyed, crawled over, sucked the man’s penis into her mouth, and eagerly started bobbing her head up and down. They all looked on and jeered as she gagged when the hand shoved his long fat cock deep into her throat.

 

“Hey give me that tester she pissed when you gagged her!” excitedly remarked one of the onlookers as he held it next to her urethra ordered, “Now make her gag again.” He quickly buried the length of his shaft causing Lincy to retch and dry-heave. “Perfect!” Brayed the man testing her. After a minute passed he announced, “The bitch is knocked up so we can fuck her if we want.” Lincy knew Father’s seed had taken in her belly long before the three of them happened to the cage. She was full of both rage that he had gotten her pregnant again and glad that she was again pregnant and able to pleasure Father in any way she could.

 

“Come on hurry up I want to cum in her mouth too you know!” the third man impatiently prodded and then added, “This bitch belongs to Brutus and we didn’t bring any food or dog bones.”

 

“Will you shut up I am close!” grunted the man shoving his cock into the back Lincy’s throat. Then his movements turned jerky and strained as spit sprayed from his mouth, a long grinding animalistic groan sounded and Lincy made slurping noises as she swallowed his ejaculate.

 

“My turn man, come on let me get some!” excitedly claimed the impatient hand and then ordered as he stepped in close after the first man backed away, “Now don’t spill a drop!” and slipped his hard cock into her sperm coated mouth.

 

“‘Oh man…!’ The bitch is creaming, mind if I fuck her while she sucks you off?” excitedly asked the man standing behind her jacking off.

 

“Sure go ahead,” answered the man now getting his penis sucked. Both men were pumping as fast as they could cumming in just a few minutes laughing at the sounds Lincy made as she swallowed the one man’s sperm.

 

As they locked her back in her cage and walked off one of them bragged, “Hey we came at the same time!”

 

“No fucking way you came way before me because you started after me.” Argued the other and walked away.

 

“Just keep on walking here comes Brutus.” Alerted one of the men and kept walking.

 

“Did you unlock the dog door?” Asked the tester.

 

“Of course not Mort said to leave it locked.” He sarcastically replied.

 

“Man that is one horny bitch look at her pace!” Remarked the tester.

 

“Yea she can’t see him but she knows he is up wind from her!” excitedly remarked the first man.

 

Lincy was pacing up and down as she anxiously waited for Brutus, and when she caught sight of him she started pissing all over the ground as she danced in circles. He quickly started spraying his scent all over the ground and fence when he couldn’t enter the pen. Lincy hungrily watched as he licked his red meaty cock. He just sat and looked at her with his tongue flailing as he panted. She watched as he sniffed at the ground next to him and Lincy knew to lie next to him but couldn’t but lay down as close to him as the fence would permit.

 

Lincy awoke with a start found Brutus gone and then another shrieking scream sounded. Lincy knew what was happening the orgy was ending with one of the new victims being taken from the isolation box tied to a pole and raped by Father’s hounds while everyone looked on. When the shrieking turned into blubbering sobs begging them to stop Lincy knew that one of the hounds had mounted her bitten and bleeding body and plunged his huge cock into her. The muscles around her clitoris turned taut and she squeezed her clitoris when the scent of Brutus’s sperm drifted into her nose. She could hear the loud wet squelch sound as he yanked free, and her loud grinding groans as another hound lumbered onto her back. Lincy closed her eyes and could see exactly what was happening because she had watched other victims being initiated as well as being a victim and going through the initiation twice.

 

A drool slipped through her lips as she caught the scent of Thaddeus’s semen and then Claudius’s, and T-rex’s seed soon wafted through the air. Her loin turned hot as she listened to the noises the hounds made, the jeering cheers from the hands, and how the groans from the victim turned into moans and sighs of surrender. Lincy’s thigh glistened with a thick viscous coating of her vaginal juices as she eagerly sniffed at the air searching it for the parade of different smells coming from the hounds spilling their seed, and her longing for it to be spilled in her womb grew.

 

Gone from her mind was the humiliation of having dogs fucking her, gone was the shame of having all those jeering onlookers gawking at her while she obediently performed her duties, and the disgust of having so many different men taking turns at filling her with sperm. Gone were the memories of her husband and her love for him was just a faded thought, but his scent was etched into her mind. She had forgotten what her house looked like only what the yard looked like, and where the trees were and how many. She remembered which of her neighbors kept dogs as pets and she could smell them all of them.

 

All Lincy wanted to do and all she thought about now, was to give pleasure to anybody man or beast and take their seed anywhere they wanted to put it. Her love for Brutus had grown and longed for him when he was away. The scraps of food left in her bowl had begun to taste good. The square box she shared with Brutus felt like her home and the caged pen felt like her yard. A drool ran down her chin as she watched Brutus licking his wet, red, penis and her groin filled with longing when he looked up at her. They both looked at the van as it started down the driveway and a tear slipped across Lincy’s face as she watched Father driving off.

 

The end chp. 3 

pt.3

 

The Crime, The Criminal, and The Victim.

 

 

Any resemblances to reality are completely coincidental this is a fictional story. I hope you have enjoyed it a forth and final chapter is being roughed out. I welcome feedback and any reasonable e-mail will be responded to. Please send comments to writermike2003@yahoo.com or to the pm available at this site.

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<p class=MsoNormal>She was definitely not a native, the shivering was a clue to
that.  It was rather a mild day by their normal standards and the sun was
shining weakly through the clouds.  Sasha moved a little closer to get a better
look at the girl, but not so close as to alert her of his attention.  On closer
inspection her coat seemed like it was designed for form rather than function,
as were the boots.  Definitely an expensive Western designer of some sort. 
What was she doing here?</p>

<p class=MsoNormal>Suzanne was shivering, partly due to the ridiculous cold
(even with her warmest coat on), and partly due to fear.  She couldn’t believe
her bad luck that a hoard of soldiers would turn up and start searching people
just when she had been about to leave.  She was pretty sure she didn’t have
anything to hide that they could find, but it didn’t matter; she’d heard
stories.  Thankfully, though, it seemed like the soldiers hadn’t noticed her
and she was going to be able to slip away unnoticed.</p>

<p class=MsoNormal>Or maybe not.  She gasped in fright as she noticed one of
the men walking straight towards her.  He wasn’t in uniform but he had arrived
with the soldiers, and something about the expression on his face told her that
it wasn’t a good thing that he seemed to be taking an interest in her.  Perhaps
it was the rifle strapped to his back that worried her, or the nasty looking
handgun that he was carrying pointed at the ground.  <i>Oh, god.</i></p>

<p class=MsoNormal>Suzanne tried not to look terrified as the man stalked
towards her, but it wasn’t so easy.  He certainly didn’t look very friendly. 
The words “hard as nails” and “evil incarnate” quickly sprang to mind, although
he wasn’t unattractive like most of the men around her.  He slowed to a halt
about 10 feet in front of her, motioned to her with his gun for her to come to
him.  She didn’t move.  He started speaking to her in his language, and her
heart started pounding wildly.  She was pretty sure he wanted her to go over to
him, but she couldn’t get her legs to work.</p>

<p class=MsoNormal>He looked unamused.  He continued his advancement on her,
growled angrily as she started backing away, eyes darting about for any hope of
a means of escape.  No chance.  Suzanne yelped as he reached out and grabbed
her by the hair, his gun coming to rest at the bottom of her jaw, none too gently. 
She froze, her hands instinctively coming up to try to push him away but not
daring to touch him.</p>

<p class=MsoNormal>The man didn’t say anything for a while as he stood holding
his fistful of poker straight hair.  He seemed to be studying her face,
enjoying her look of panic as he pressed the muzzle of his gun into her
throat.  He was tall, a part of her brain noticed as he used the gun to tilt
her head back so that she had to look up into his eyes, and she didn’t dare
break his stare.  His eyes were dark brown, and he had a scar over the left eye
that left an almost fetching gap through his eyebrow.  </p>

<p class=MsoNormal>“You’re not from this country,” he said softly, letting the
gun trail down to her collarbone.  “What are you doing here?”  Suzanne had
trouble understanding what he meant; a few short lessons and a quick glance through
a “Teach Yourself” book could only go so far, after all.  Thankfully, she did
remember how to say “I don’t understand.”  She’d used it a lot.</p>

<p class=MsoNormal>She sounded like she’d learned what little of the language
she had from a Russian.  Suspicions confirmed, Sasha tightened his grip in the
girl’s hair and pulled her closer, let his thigh touch one of hers.  “American?”
he said in English, then shook his head at her silence.  “Not American, you
don’t talk enough.  English?”  She nodded almost imperceptibly.  “Why are you
here?” he asked, watching her reaction to his leg touching hers.  She flinched,
tried to pull away, but she was trapped between his gun and the hand in her
hair.</p>

<p class=MsoNormal>His accent was pretty strong, but his English was a lot better
than her attempts at speaking a foreign language.  Suzanne could understand him
fine, but she didn’t think it best to tell him why she was here.  He was
holding her close on purpose, the intention was to be threatening and he was
certainly succeeding in that.  She gasped softly as he let the gun play against
the neckline of her coat, its barrel rubbing the top of one of her breasts for
a moment.  He smiled nastily, enjoying her fear.</p>

<p class=MsoNormal>The girl was terrified, that much was obvious.  Tough.  He
wanted answers from her regardless.  She whimpered in fear as he leaned down
and slid his mouth against her ear, the gun sliding down to rest against her
thigh.  “One of two things can happen from here,” he growled into her ear. 
“You answer my questions, or we play rough.  I’m happy either way, but you
won’t be.”  He turned so that his unshaven face rubbed against her smooth cheek
slowly, let himself smell her hair.  She smelled clean and feminine and utterly
unaccustomed to their rather harsh reality.  He smiled as she shuddered against
him in response to his touch.</p>

<p class=MsoNormal>The man repeated his earlier question, and Suzanne figured
she had to say something in response.  “I’m on holiday,” she said, which wasn’t
entirely untrue.  She just wasn’t supposed to be on holiday in a war-torn
wasteland.  He snorted at that.</p>

<p class=MsoNormal>“Of course you are,” he replied sarcastically.  “Why would
anyone not want to come and visit hell on earth?”  He leaned back a little and
stared down at the shivering girl coldly.  “What is your name?”</p>

<p class=MsoNormal>Suzanne didn’t answer.  She knew that it probably wasn’t the
best of ideas, but she was terrified that giving this man any information would
endanger the person that she had come to try and find.  He sighed in annoyance
at her refusal to answer his questions, then slid his gun away, concealed
somewhere behind his back.  “Do you have a passport?” he asked, sliding his
free hand over her hips in search of pockets.  <i>Shit!</i>  He didn’t find
anything, so he searched higher, grinning at her moan of despair as his hand
brushed the underside of her breasts.  He felt the outline of something
concealed in an inner pocket and slid his hands to the buttons of the coat,
unfastening them roughly.</p>

<p class=MsoNormal>“Please don’t!” she whispered as his hand slid inside, but
he moved straight for the item within her coat pocket.  He smiled triumphantly
as he revealed her passport, and flicked through it slowly.</p>

<p class=MsoNormal>“You came from Italy?” he said, his eyebrow raising in
interest.  “If I were you, I would have stayed there.”  He flicked to the back page
where her personal information was held, checked that the photograph matched.  The
name read ‘Suzanne Kate McCullough.’  The cold was seeping in through her open
coat, and her shivering increased in intensity.  She gasped in horror as he
pocketed her passport, then started shoving her towards a small building, away
from the rest of the crowds.  He backed her against the wall, didn’t stop until
he was pressing into her from chest to thigh.</p>

<p class=MsoNormal>Suzanne moaned softly in fear as the man pushed himself
against her and pinned her to the wall.  She could feel solid muscle against
her chest and was mortified to feel her cold-hardened nipples jutting into him
through her clothes.  He was at least shielding her from the cold, but she
would have gladly stood there shivering her arse off rather than be at the
mercy of this man.</p>

<p class=MsoNormal>“Last chance,” he growled, his hand sliding under her coat
and resting on her ribs.  “Tell me why you’re here, or we start getting very
friendly.”  To make certain that she understood the threat, he slid his palm
against one of her breasts and stroked for a moment.  The fabric of the
fingerless gloves he was wearing created a strange sensation, but his
fingertips felt warm against her freezing skin.</p>

<p class=MsoNormal>Suzanne’s breath caught in her throat as the man used his
palm to cup her breast and slid his thumb over her nipple.  She shuddered in
fear at the sensation and then whined in pain as he squeezed her nipple so hard
that it would have drawn blood had he used his teeth.  He eventually relented
and stroked over her throbbing nipple again gently, his eyes burning with clear
enjoyment at making her cry out in pain.  Suzanne felt a confusing rush of
sensation through her body at the look in her tormentor’s eyes and the pain
that he was causing, and her body squirmed against his against her will.</p>

<p class=MsoNormal>Sasha smiled cruelly as the girl whimpered beneath him while
he stroked over her breast.  “Why do you care?” she asked, wanting to know what
had made her stand out for him against the rest of the crowd.</p>

<p class=MsoNormal>“Because,” he growled softly, his hand sliding back down to
rest on her hip.  “Big bad soldier is standing here threatening to rape pretty
little English girl, and she still doesn’t want to say why she’s here.  Must be
important, don’t you think?”  Suzanne squeezed her eyes closed, trying to stem
the flow of tears that were threatening to fall.  “Either that,” he went on,
his voice low and gravelly.  “Or she <b>wants</b> to be fucked.  Is that it,
baby?”  He slid his hand to her arse and pulled her against him firmly.  “Do
you want to know what it feels like having a Serbian dick inside you?  Being
held down and fucked by a murderer?”</p>

<p class=MsoNormal>Suzanne felt that same rush of sensation through her body as
the man pulled her even closer so that he was pressing his dick into her lower
belly.  She certainly couldn’t miss the fact that he was enjoying tormenting
her.  “Please no!” she whispered, one of the tears escaping and making a run
for it down her cheek.  “Why me?”</p>

<p class=MsoNormal>Sasha paused for a moment.  Why her?  “Because you look so…
innocent,” he whispered, stroking the wet line on her face where the tear had
fallen.</p>

<p class=MsoNormal>“Are you going to ruin that?” she asked, her lip trembling. 
He laughed softly.</p>

<p class=MsoNormal>“Oh yes,” he confirmed, stroking his palm over her cheek, and
she closed her eyes in fear.  “Completely.  All you have to do is tell me why
you’re here.  Or we can fuck; it’s up to you.”</p>

<p class=MsoNormal>“But you can’t!” Suzanne replied, here eyes wide in shock. 
“All these people – ”</p>

<p class=MsoNormal>“Won’t see a thing,” he interrupted.  “War does that to
people.”</p>

<p class=MsoNormal>“But…”  Suzanne whispered, struggling against her captor. 
She brought her hands up to his chest and shoved as hard as she could, groaned
“Let me go!”  He laughed softly at her attempts to get him off her, enjoying
the feel of her hands sliding over his chest.  “Please don’t do this!”</p>

<p class=MsoNormal>Big brown eyes stared up at him imploringly, wide with fear,
and Sasha smiled, a sadistic glint in his eye.  Now that he could see the girl
close up, he noticed the fine texture of her skin and her youthful appearance. 
Her face was fine-boned and she had a small, straight nose that balanced
perfectly with her beautiful doe-eyes.  He slid his mouth to her ear again, whispered
“Talk to me, baby,” then slid his mouth downwards and started to nuzzle and
suck her throat gently.  He felt his dick start to throb as the girl moaned
softly in response and she allowed her head to fall back in submission.  Her
hands stilled on his chest and her fingers curled slightly, her nails digging
into his clothing.</p>

<p class=MsoNormal>Suzanne lost awareness of her surroundings for a moment as
Sasha slid his mouth down over her throat.  Regardless of her fear, her body
was reacting to him and causing her skin to flush while a wave of warmth was
spreading from her neck down to her inner thighs.  She moaned softly as Sasha
slid a palm to her back inside her coat, moving down to grip one of her arse
cheeks firmly, and she came back to her senses with a jolt.</p>

<p class=MsoNormal>The girl started to struggle again, and so Sasha held still
against her, enjoying the feel of her wriggling beneath him.  He slid his mouth
back to her ear and whispered “I am going to bury my dick inside you and watch
you squirm for me, little girl.  And you’re going to scream for hours.”  She
whimpered in despair, turned a shade of red even darker than when he’d been
kissing her.  Sasha pulled her away from the wall and shoved her towards the
door of the building, propelling her inside roughly.</p>

<p class=MsoNormal>The building consisted of one large room and only one door. 
A couple of tables were located haphazardly around the room, and Sasha shoved
his little captive towards the one furthest from the door.  He had been right
earlier; he could have happily screwed her against the wall outside and none of
the civilians would have seen a thing.  The other soldiers however would have
wanted their turn, and Sasha wasn’t one for sharing.  Not until he was done
with her, at least.</p>

<p class=MsoNormal>Suzanne wasn’t sure if she should be happy for the privacy
or scared shitless of what Sasha was going to do.  She watched him close the
door behind them and then lower his rifle and his handgun to one of the tables,
removing the ammunition and placing them down with a surprising amount of care
and attention.  Probably a lot more than she was going to receive.  He took off
his gloves and left them with the guns, sliding his jacket off his shoulders at
the same time to reveal a black t-shirt that seemed suddenly very good at
demonstrating his more than adequately muscled arms and chest.  He walked
towards her slowly, the brutal expression on his face causing Suzanne’s legs to
tremble.  She backed away as he advanced on her until her shoulders hit the
wall, and she was trapped.</p>

<p class=MsoNormal>Sasha grabbed the girl by the coat, let her twist free so
that the garment fell away in his hand.  She made a run for it but she had no
chance of escaping him.  He caught her by the hair and threw her back against
the wall.  Tears of shock spilled over her cheeks at the sudden sharp pain in
her scalp, and Suzanne whimpered softly.  He tightened his grip in her hair and
lifted her onto her toes with one hand, forcing her to look at him.</p>

<p class=MsoNormal>“You want to play games?” he growled, shoving her back
against the wall.  “We can do that.  But I’m warning you, baby.  I play rough.”</p>

<p class=MsoNormal>“Let me go, you bastard!” Suzanne screamed, bringing her
knee upwards in an attempt to hit him in the balls.  She almost succeeded, but
he twisted out of the way and she ended up hitting his leg instead.  She
brought up her hands and punched him in the face as hard as she could.  He
didn’t even flinch.</p>

<p class=MsoNormal>“My turn,” he whispered softly, flexing the muscles in his
shoulders for a moment to make sure that she knew what was coming.  He looked
her over quickly, taking in the small size of her build for her height, and
then punched her in the left cheek, making sure that he controlled the blow so
that he didn’t break any bones.  The girl yelped in pain; the blow had been bad
enough, but it also turned her head to the side and put pressure on the hair
that Sasha was still holding on to.</p>

<p class=MsoNormal>“Had enough?” he asked softly, and Suzanne glowered at him
in between sobs.  He was impressed that she didn’t give up straight away.  He
hit her again, harder, and she screamed this time.  A drop of blood began to
trickle from her nose.  Sasha lowered the girl to her feet again and released
her hair, slid his hand to her chin instead.  “We can stop any time you’re
ready,” he whispered softly, but the look in his eyes said very clearly that he
didn’t want to stop.  He continued hitting her, until she had difficulty in
standing up and she eventually begged him to stop.</p>

<p class=MsoNormal>“Want to tell me why you’re here yet baby?” Sasha asked, and
Suzanne looked away, silent.  “Then I can carry on hitting you or I can fuck
you.  Make up your mind.”  She still said nothing, and so he hit her again.</p>

<p class=MsoNormal>“Please stop!” Suzanne whispered softly, her head lolling
forwards from the impact of his fist to her cheek.  Sasha pulled the girl’s
head level with his so that she looked him in the eye again.</p>

<p class=MsoNormal>“Had enough?” he said again, and she nodded miserably. 
“Then tell me why you’re here, or ask me to fuck you.”  Suzanne’s eyes widened. 
No.  There was no way that she was going to accept either option.  She
hesitated too long and was rewarded with another crack to her jaw.  She
couldn’t take any more, she was about to faint.</p>

<p class=MsoNormal>“You know what you need to say, baby,” Sasha murmured, and
stroked a few strands of hair off her face.  </p>

<p class=MsoNormal>“Please…” Suzanne whispered, her face a vision of pain. 
“Please fuck me.”</p>

<p class=MsoNormal>Those three words sent shivers down Sasha’s spine, but he
still wanted more.  He pulled her eyes in line with his again, took in her
bruised and bleeding face and her dark tear-filled eyes that displayed her fear
so beautifully.  He held her gaze as he whispered “say it again.”</p>

<p class=MsoNormal>Suzanne whined in humiliation, her eyes pleading, but Sasha
would not relent.  She took a shaky breath and whispered the phrase again, felt
her body burn with shame as his eyes started to blaze with desire.  He pulled
her away from the wall, turned her around and shoved her against the edge of
the table, so suddenly that she lost her balance and fell onto it, prone.</p>

<p class=MsoNormal>Sasha leaned over the girl and slid his hand over her cheek,
held her eyes level with his again.  Their faces were so close that their noses
rubbed together gently and she flinched uncomfortably.  “I don’t think you
meant that, baby,” he whispered softly, smiling cruelly as her eyes widened in
fear.  “Maybe we should just go back to what we were doing before?” he asked,
raising his arm and curling his fingers into a fist.</p>

<p class=MsoNormal>“No!” Suzanne whimpered softly, bringing her hands up in
front of her face.  “Please no!  I said what you wanted, please-”</p>

<p class=MsoNormal>“But you didn’t mean it,” he asked softly.  “Did you?”  He
flexed his shoulder and pulled his fist back, ready to hit her again.</p>

<p class=MsoNormal>“I did!” Suzanne whispered, reaching out and grabbing
Sasha’s hand in an attempt to bring it back down.  He was amused by her
efforts, but kept his expression brutal as usual.  “Please don’t.  Please!”</p>

<p class=MsoNormal>Sasha twisted his hand free from the girl’s considerably
weaker grip and grabbed her wrists, pinning them above her head.  She arched
her back instinctively and writhed against him, until he used his free hand to
grab her throat and pin her down.</p>

<p class=MsoNormal>“Do you think you’re in charge here, little bitch?” he
growled harshly, squeezing her throat sharply to warn her against trying to
move again.  “Do you think you can tell me what to do?”  Tears filled the
girl’s eyes and spilled out onto her face and Sasha felt his dick throb with
desire at her obvious terror.</p>

<p class=MsoNormal>“No!” she whimpered, her voice hoarse until he loosened his
grip on her throat a little.  “I just didn’t want you to… to hit me again. 
I-I… I’ll do what… I’ll do whatever you want, just please, please don’t hit me
again.”  </p>

<p class=MsoNormal>The girl was hysterical, and Sasha was loving it.  He could
think of almost nothing he would rather do than bask in this girl’s abject
terror of him.  Almost.  He was definitely looking forward to hearing her
scream as he sank his dick all the way inside her.</p>

<p class=MsoNormal>“Anything, baby?” he repeated, taking his hand off her
throat so that he could stroke her face.  She nodded immediately.  “So you do
want me to fuck you?”</p>

<p class=MsoNormal>There was a split second pause, and then she replied.  “Yes.”</p>

<p class=MsoNormal>“Say it,” he growled, grabbing her chin so that her eyes
were held level with his.</p>

<p class=MsoNormal>“Please fuck me,” Suzanne whispered softly, her voice
wavering.  Sasha sneered.</p>

<p class=MsoNormal>“Don’t believe you baby,” he whispered, letting go of her
wrists so that he could sink his fist into her hair, ready to pull.</p>

<p class=MsoNormal>“Please fuck me!” Suzanne repeated, trying to sound as
persuasive as possible.  “Please, please fuck me.”</p>

<p class=MsoNormal>“You want me inside you, baby?” he asked, and Suzanne nodded
immediately.  “Then tell me what you want me to do to you,” he growled.  She
whimpered softly, closed her eyes as a wave of heated humiliation came over
her.  Sasha yanked on her hair until she met his gaze again.</p>

<p class=MsoNormal>Suzanne was almost hyperventilating with terror.  She knew
that she had to do what he wanted – say what he wanted – but she just couldn’t
bring herself to look into his eyes and beg him to rape her.  His eyes
darkened, she wasn’t sure if it was in anger or anticipation, but she felt his
grip tighten in her hair and his muscles tense.  <i>No.</i>  She couldn’t take
him hitting her again.  Surely even the humiliation of begging him would be
better than that?  Because if she didn’t do what he wanted – now – he was going
to kill her, and she knew it.</p>

<p class=MsoNormal>“Oh, god,” Suzanne whispered softly as she squeezed her eyes
shut for a split second, gathering all the strength that she had left.  She
opened them again and stared straight into the beautifully hard eyes of her
fiercely violent attacker.</p>

<p class=MsoNormal>“I want to know how your hands feel on my skin,” she
whispered softly.  She noticed his eyes started to burn, but she didn’t dare
stop.  “I want to feel your mouth on me… your tongue stroking and your teeth
raking.  I want to feel your hands spreading me open and your fingers pushing
inside, feeling hot and wet and tight for you.  I want to feel you pushing my
legs over my head and spreading me open again for you.  I want to feel your
weight on me as you hold me down and slide so deep inside me that I can’t
breathe, and you screw me until you collapse on top of me.”</p>

<p class=MsoNormal>Sasha wasn’t sure where the girl managed to get the courage
to say her little speech, but he was impressed.  He slid his hand over the
girl’s mouth for a second, then slid her face to the side so that he could talk
directly into her ear.  His breathing was heavy with arousal and he let her
hear it for a moment.  She was also breathing quickly, her skin flushed with
embarrassment at what she had just said and the effect it had apparently had on
her attacker.</p>

<p class=MsoNormal>“Mmm baby,” he whispered, his voice hoarse with arousal.  “Who’d
have thought you could talk dirty?  Now I really need to fuck you.”  Suddenly
Suzanne felt her skin flush even redder, the heat spreading all the way through
her body and causing her to begin to ache.  His voice was suddenly so sexy; the
brutal sound of his accent only helping him to appear even more masculine and
dominating.  He settled his weight onto her gently, allowing her to feel the
hardness of his erection press directly onto her clitoris, and she whimpered
softly, writhing against him.</p>

<p class=MsoNormal>“Do you want me to bite you, baby?” he whispered.  “You want
to know how I make you feel when I’m holding you down and sliding my dick all
the way inside you?  Do you want me to fuck you hard, baby?”  He was grinding
against her very gently, and Suzanne moaned softly as he spoke, finally replied
with an “oh yes!”</p>

<p class=MsoNormal>“You’re going to scream for me, baby,” he whispered softly,
then stood up again.  Suzanne suddenly shivered as the warmth of his body heat
left her and the coldness of the room advanced into her bones once again.  The
cold was like a slap to the face, and the strength that she had relied upon to
get her through the last few minutes deserted her completely.  Her earlier fear
crept back into her and she started to shake once again.</p>

<p class=MsoNormal>Sasha slid the girl’s skirt up her legs until it bunched at
her hips, and slid her pretty little white pants to the floor.  He slid his
palms against her inner thighs, parted her legs so that he could look at her
more closely.  Her legs were creamy-white and beautifully smooth all the way
from her ankles to her hips, and she whimpered softy as his callused fingers
slid over them slowly.  A girl who has enough time and not enough demons to
worry about keeping her legs shaved smooth, he thought to himself with a
smirk.  He crouched down between her legs so that he was at eye level with her
quivering pretty pink flesh, stroked his fingers through the short brown fur at
the top.  She jumped in fright, tried to close her legs but he still had one
palm against her right thigh.</p>

<p class=MsoNormal>Suzanne keened softly as Sasha slid his other hand back to
her thigh and parted her legs again, then leaned forward so that he could kiss
the top of her inner thigh gently.  He smiled and stood up again, slid his
hands to her sweater and untied the knot that held the wrap-over closed.  He slid
it out of the way and freed her breasts from her bra, the delicate pink nipples
already hard under his gaze.  </p>

<p class=MsoNormal>The girl was staring at his chest as Sasha went about baring
her body for him.  She had a nipped-in trim waist, but her breasts and hips
were rounded and full.  Her beautifully expressive eyes were filled with panic
at the thought of him touching her.  Her earlier bravado had left her, as he knew
that it would.  She was shaking, and not just from the cold.  He reached out
and cupped one of her breasts, feeling its weight as he bent down and caught a
delicate pink nipple in his mouth, sucked gently.</p>

<p class=MsoNormal>Suzanne shivered as she laid spread on the table in front of
her would be rapist, moaned softly in humiliation as he sucked on her breast. 
Her hands slid to his hair with the intention of pushing him away, but lay
still instead, cradling him against her. He lifted his head for a moment and
locked eyes with her, smiled cruelly as he saw the look of humiliation on her
face.  She snatched back her hands and dropped them to her sides in disgust.  He
continued to suck and slid one hand to her other breast, kneading and stroking
until he heard her moan once more.</p>

<p class=MsoNormal>Sasha stood up again, leaned over the girl until his face
was only inches from hers.  “Do you like that, baby?” he asked softly, and
Suzanne sobbed softly in shame.  “Do you still want to feel me inside you?  Are
you getting wet, baby?”</p>

<p class=MsoNormal>“Please don’t do this,” Suzanne whispered, tears dripping
down her face and onto the table beside her.  His eyes burned into hers,
beautiful in their brutality.</p>

<p class=MsoNormal>“You asked me to do this, baby,” he reminded, and Suzanne
closed her eyes in disgust.  “Look at me,” he growled, slapped her lightly
until she obeyed.  “Are you getting wet?” he whispered again.</p>

<p class=MsoNormal>“No!” Suzanne replied, hoping to all hell that it was true. 
She was confused by the conflicting emotions that she was experiencing, had no
idea why she had been turned on by his voice and why she was reacting to his
touch when only minutes ago he had been beating the living shit out of her. 
Her skin was incredibly sensitive from the pain earlier, and his suddenly
gentle touch was having a definite effect.</p>

<p class=MsoNormal>“No?” Sasha repeated, one eyebrow raised in disbelief.  He
slid his palms down from her armpits to her waist, across her flared hips and
onto her thighs.  She squirmed slightly as he touched her, the friction causing
her breath to catch in her throat.  He slid his left hand back into her hair to
hold her head steady as he slid his right hand back in to the brown fur at the
top of her legs.</p>

<p class=MsoNormal>“Oh no!” Suzanne moaned as she felt Sasha’s fingers slide
against the outer lips of her vagina gently.  She tried to close her legs, but
Sasha nudged them apart again with his knee.  He stared into her eyes as he
stroked gently, letting his middle finger dip inside her slightly to find her
rapidly becoming wet.  He slid his wet finger over to the girl’s clitoris
gently, stroked the moisture over it slowly.</p>

<p class=MsoNormal>“Oh yes,” Sasha replied, moving his thumb to her clitoris so
that he could dip his finger inside her again.  “Hot and wet and tight,” he
said, echoing her words from earlier and causing her to shudder in response.  He
circled her opening slowly as his thumb rocked over her clit, and Suzanne
arched against him, a moan of agonised pleasure escaping her.  He dipped his
finger in and out of her again, continuing his circling movement as he leaned
over and kissed her, his tongue entering her mouth and exploring quickly.</p>

<p class=MsoNormal>The part of Suzanne’s brain that was still able to think was
shrinking rapidly.  Her body was switching between cold fear and aching heat relentlessly
and without warning, and she was totally unable to control it.  She groaned
against Sasha’s mouth and felt her body arching against him of its own accord
and she was unable to stop either action.  He slid two fingers back insider her
and pressed against her vagina in a hard circle until he found the bundle of
nerves inside her that made her whine with pleasure, and then stayed there.  </p>

<p class=MsoNormal>Sasha came back up for air, his finger and thumb continuing
to stroke the girl.  She was dripping wet now, and whining incoherently.  He
grinning with satisfaction as he slid his tongue back to her breasts and sucked
gently, then raked his teeth over them slowly.  He continued downwards until
his torturing tongue found the girl’s clitoris, and started to lick gently.</p>

<p class=MsoNormal>Suzanne felt a confusing mixture of shame and fear come over
her, but she didn’t have time to register these feelings properly before her
body tensed and arched against Sasha in orgasm.  She continued to writhe
against him as he moved back up to lean over her and slide his tongue against
the sensitive skin on her throat.  His talented tongue clouded her senses again
before she was able to notice the fear creeping back into her body.</p>

<p class=MsoNormal>“You’re so fucking sexy, little girl,” Sasha growled into
Suzanne’s ear, and she whimpered in response.  He slid his hand to her arse and
pulled her against him firmly, let her feel how hard he was for her.  “I’m
going to fuck you now, baby, and if you let me come inside you, I’m not going
to let you go.”</p>

<p class=MsoNormal>Suzanne didn’t understand a word of what he was saying.  All
she knew was that her body was burning again and she needed him to make it
stop.  He slid her legs up over her head, hooked his left arm under her knee
and grabbed her wrists and held them above her head, stretching her open for
him.  She moaned in anticipation as he paused to move his pants out of the way,
then slid the head of his penis against her gently.</p>

<p class=MsoNormal>“Look at me,” he whispered softly, sliding his other hand to
her face and raising her eyes to his.  She held his gaze and he slid his hand
down between them, slid his thumb over her clitoris and stroked gently.  </p>

<p class=MsoNormal>“Oh please!” Suzanne whispered desperately, her body trying
to writhe against him despite the fact that Sasha had most of his weight
against her.  He smiled, leaned into her and whispered “tell me what you want,”
into her ear.</p>

<p class=MsoNormal>“Please fuck me,” Suzanne whined, repeating her words from
before.  Her eyes begged and her body was still writhing; she was desperate. 
Sasha growled in arousal and his body reacted instinctively; he pushed inside
the girl hard and fast, until he was buried balls-deep inside his little
captive.  She screamed for him; a mixture of pleasure and pain that sent his
senses reeling in satisfaction.  He settled his weight over her and pulled her
wrists until she was stretched taut and totally at his mercy, and started to
move inside her hard.</p>

<p class=MsoNormal>“Is this what you wanted, little girl?” Sasha growled into
the girl’s ear.  “Did you want to know how it feels to be held down and fucked
by the big bad soldier?  Did you want to be fucked hard, baby?”</p>

<p class=MsoNormal>Suzanne was barely able to comprehend what Sasha was saying,
but she understood the tone of his voice.  “Oh yes,” she whispered softly, her
eyes rolling back in her head from the constant onslaught of sensation that he
was inflicting on her.  The way that he was holding her, his weight against her
and the feeling of him moving inside her so forcefully was causing her to feel
completely and utterly dominated.  And the most terrifying thing was how good it
felt.</p>

<p class=MsoNormal>Sasha continued to whisper into the girl’s ear as he moved
inside her, until she was whimpering so desperately that he couldn’t hold on
any longer.  He slid his thumb back to her clit and stroked firmly, let her
come one more time just before his own orgasm took over his body and he
collapsed on top of her, growling in pleasure.</p>		
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Donning his trendiest outfit one Friday night, Marshall plucked up the courage to visit the hot singles bar he had been reading about in the papers. After paying the outrageous cover charge he was immediately assaulted by the bright lights, pulsating music and the somehow intoxicating scent of intermixed cologne and perfume emanating from the masses of sweaty bodies writhing on the dance floor. Marshall nearly turned on his heel to retreat from the cacophony but then remembered his resolution. “Tonight I am getting laid” he repeated to himself over and over. It was to become his mantra for the evening.

Marshall couldn’t face the dance floor so he went to the quieter bar and managed to find a seat. He ordered a drink and turned around to survey the place. It was wild. He had never seen so many low-cut dresses, short skirts and bare midriffs. After a while Marshall turned his attention back to the bar. Seated two stools down was a cute woman. Not a fashion model knockout by any stretch of the imagination, but very pretty. She was about 5’4” tall and well proportioned, with brown hair and blue eyes. Sneaking several glances her way Marshall also decided she had very nice tits beneath her v-neck sweater. Plucking up his courage, Marshall walked over and said: “did it hurt?”

“What?”

“Did it hurt when you fell from heaven?” (page 46)

The woman laughed, which made Marshall blush. Now what do I say he thought. Luckily the woman broke the ice.

“That was very cute. My name’s Brandi.”

“I’ve never said such a thing before. I’m MMMarshall.” (Oh my god, did I just stutter?!)

“I bet not” said Brandi with a wink. “That’s what made it cute. Usually I just shoot down the guys who try that old crap.”

“Well, I’m kind of new at this but I really wanted to check this place out tonight.” Wow, thought Marshall , this woman is easy to talk to. The book was right.

Brandi and Marshall chatted for about an hour. It turned out that Brandi was in town for a reunion with old classmates. They hadn’t wanted to go out that night so she was by herself. Brandi leaned into Marshall and said “I can tell this isn’t really your scene. Would you like to walk me back to my hotel?”

Marshall remembered his mantra from earlier and thought things were going just like the book said they would. “Sure, let’s go”.

Once at Brandi’s door she stood on her tiptoes and kissed Marshall on the mouth. “Would you like to come in?” she said in a husky voice.

“Sure!”

Once inside things moved at a rapid pace. In fact, Marshall was a bit shocked at how quickly Brandi was coming on to him. But he wasn’t about to complain! The room was a suite and Brandi led him through the living area into the bedroom. She quickly started taking off Marshall ’s belt and unbuttoning his designer jeans. He was rapidly getting excited. Brandi was pleasantly surprised as she removed Marshall ’s shirt, then boxer shorts. “My, my, my I can see I’ve made a good choice” she said. “You’ve got to be at least 9” long and I can’t even get my hand around the shaft. And your balls are enormous!” Marshall blushed at such compliments about his manhood. He knew he was bigger than average but had never really thought of that as an advantage. Brandi knelt and quickly took him in her mouth. Marshall was in ecstasy! In almost no time he felt his balls contract and cock twitch as he shot his load into Brandi’s more than willing mouth.

“Sssorry” Marshall mumbled at his lack of control.

“Don’t worry sweetie” Brandi purred after swallowing every drop. “You just need a little more practice, that’s all. How would you like to try something a bit kinky?”

A little embarrassed by his performance so far, Marshall agreed. Laying him down on the bed Brandi grabbed a couple of fur-lined straps from the nightstand.

“Whoa, you weren’t kidding were you?” said Marshall with a little trepidation. This was completely unexpected, and he didn’t remember seeing a chapter on bondage in his book.

Slowly tracing her tongue around Marshall ’s nipples Brandi said: “I can tell you are up for something new. What do you say?”

“Welllll, okay. But not too tight.”

Once tying his hands securely she leaned over and whispered in his ear “have I got a surprise for you stud.” Marshall was curious as Brandi put a blindfold over his eyes and wordlessly left the room. In the silence that followed Marshall began to get a little nervous. Then he heard several voices in the other room. What was going on and how had he gotten himself in this predicament he wondered to himself. Stupid book! The voices were all female, and they were coming into the bedroom! How embarrassing to be seen like this.

 

“What’s going on?” Marshall cried out.

 

Brandi sat down on the bed next to Marshall ’s naked form and started to gently stroke his cock. Despite his fear, Marshall could feel himself getting hard. “Well Marshall , it’s like this. I am in town for a reunion of sorts, but it is not exactly a university-sponsored event. Each year my friends and I get together for some sport sex. One of us finds a willing candidate - and it sure looks to me like you are ‘up’ for the meeting (due to Brandi’s attentions, Marshall now had a major erection). This year, you are the lucky guy.” And with that, Brandi let go and stood up. Marshall ’s cock was at full attention, throbbing helplessly into the air.

“Ladies” said Brandi, “here is the newest initiate to our “fucked” club. What do you think?” There were murmurs of approval around the room. “Ooohh” said one. “He’s much bigger than the last few. Looks like fun.” “Yeah, but do you think he can keep up with us?” said a second. Brandi cupped Marshall ’s balls in both hands and said she had brought some supplements to help out in that department.

Marshall was shocked to say the least. He thought about screaming for help but a sharp point against his neck convinced him otherwise. Though Marshall couldn’t see through the blindfold, he heard the sounds of several sets of clothing falling to the floor.

Tying his legs and forcing him to swallow a handful of vitamins (and probably Viagra); the women were on Marshall like a pack of horny animals. He had never felt so many sensations at once. One mounted his cock and one straddled his face and two began rubbing themselves on Marshall ’s hands. Some would demand he lick and suck on their tits while others would make him use his tongue to caress their wet pussies and swollen clits. Some of these were shaved, others weren’t and Marshall guessed there were probably six women participating. They were fairly gentle at first but later on they became a little more aggressive. One woman in particular would wait until Marshall ’s cock went soft then proceed to slap it back and forth between her hands like so much meat. Even though this was painful at first, Marshall eventually would respond with a hard-on, which the woman would then mount with reckless abandon. Another two untied his legs at one point and forced Marshall to roll over. Then they each spanked his ass with their bare hands until it was red and sore.

 

Others of the group were into exquisite torment. Three times during the night, they would tease Marshall ’s prick to its full 9” length and then barely tickle the head and shaft with their lips, tongue, fingers etc. until he thought his cock would explode. Despite himself, Marshall ended up moaning and begging for release each time. Then they would whisper taunts in his ear: “I can measure your heartbeat just by looking at your pulsing cock Marshall ” or “That’s the deepest purple cock head I’ve ever seen Marshall .” After what seemed an eternity of this torture, one of the women would end up impaled on his colossal hard-on, barely moving back and forth until they both would finish with a shuddering orgasm.

 

His balls had to be empty after so many ejaculations but still he managed to spurt load after load. This went on for hours, with only a few catnaps to recuperate. And each time, Marshall would be awakened by one of the women licking his balls or sucking his member to attention. At one point during the next day they shaved his cock and balls and rubbed in some strange smelling lotion. This caused his tired dick to once again rise to the occasion – and this time it stayed up long enough for three of the women to get off!

 

Sometime the next afternoon, Marshall could no longer get it up – despite the expert attentions of the “club members”. “Well ladies, I’ve think we’ve finally worn this one out. You’ve been the best we’ve ever chosen” said Brandi. The others had to agree.

One by one his captors left, each cradling his spent balls and kissing his sore, limp cock as she departed. Brandi was the last to go. She removed his blindfold and roughly twisted Marshall ’s nipples, causing him to yelp in surprise and pain.

“Hope you enjoyed yourself Marshall. You’ve got a great tool and it sure seems like you know how to use it now!” She gave him a drink of water then put a piece of tape over his mouth. Then she let out a wicked little laugh and walked out of the room. As she reached the door she said over her shoulder, “housekeeping will be here in the morning. Have a good rest.” And with that she was gone, leaving Marshall to ponder all that had happened in the past 18 hours. One thing for certain, that horrible book was going in the trash first thing when he got home! Woman of his dreams, hah! More like a nightmare Marshall thought.

Once Brandi left, Marshall took stock of himself. Other than a few bruises and some fingernail marks in sensitive areas, his only injuries were to his pride. For that at least he was thankful. Even after his ordeal, or perhaps because of it Marshall was able to fall asleep while still tied to the bed. In the morning he was awakened by the sounds of a key in the lock and the familiar cry - “housekeeping”.

“Come in” Marshall croaked in a dry voice after managing to push the tape off his lips. “Get me out of here!”

The two cute young maids let out a gasp as they walked into the bedroom. Their nametags said they were Michele and Lupe. They took in the sight of Marshall ’s naked body strapped to the bed and rushed to his side. “You poor thing” Lupe said, you look like you could use some help.” She reached over to untie his hands and as she did so her long hair brushed across Marshall ’s chest, inexplicably causing his cock to jump. Michele noticed this and told Lupe to look. Both housekeepers couldn’t help but admire Marshall ’s imposing size, and as his cock once again began its impressive march upward they glanced at each other. Marshall could only groan as his rescuers paused. Michele picked up the phone next to the bed and whispered into it: “Maria, Vicki, get over to room 243 right away!”

 

Then, with a gleam in their eyes and another look at Marshall ’s mammoth rod, Michele began to disrobe while Lupe put the tape back over Marshall ’s mouth and started to trace her tongue down his chest and belly towards his once again stiffening cock . . .

"Dave.....Oooh! Please stop!" I cried, "Please don't punish me this way!  Ow....!  Please stop!"

 

I headed to the washroom and Cindy entered the store we had been standing in front of. I walked past the masses of people streaming by me on a Saturday afternoon out for leisurely afternoon at the mall. I arrived at the washroom and pushed the door open. I walked into the bathroom and walked through the privacy hall. I turned the corner and the bathroom stalls appeared. The washroom seemed to be pretty empty for being a women’s washroom with no one standing in line, washing their hands at the counter or even the sound of urine trickling into the toilets.

 

Happy to see no line up I hurried to one of the bathroom stalls and pushed open the door. I took a look down at the toilet seat to see if it was clean. The seat looked to be clean and the water inside the toilet also looked clean. So I turned and shut the stall door behind me. Like always I grabbed several pieces of toilet paper and carefully spread them out a crossed the entire surface of the black toilet seat. I lowered my tight fitting jeans and my lacey yellow underwear and began my business on the toilet seat; making sure not even an inch of my body touched the toilet seat, all the while holding my purse in my hand not wanting to get it dirty on the floor.

 

With my bladder seeming satisfied with being emptied, I stood up and pulled up my pants. I turned and bent over flushing the toilet. I turned around again and unlock the bathroom stall door. As I slowly swung the open; it still appeared that the bathroom was empty and I began to step out in the bathroom.

 

As I entered the doorway of the stall I could a glimpse of someone standing to the left of the stall. I turned my head as I came out of the doorway and got a full glimpse of who was standing there. I fully expected it to be women standing there, but to my shock and disbelief it was man! I began to say to the man, “What are you doing in here?”

 

Before any words could come out though, he lunged forward pushing me with his right hand back into the stall while using his left hand to cover my mouth. My purse fell as the man pushed me against the door of the stall and his left hand covered my mouth, pining my head against the door. I continued to struggle but he over powered me. With his right hand he spun me around roughly against his body and briefly took his hand from my mouth before putting it back over it again. He pulled me tightly to his body with only his right arm and shoved me further into the bathroom stall. He bent me slightly forward, still with me struggling and kicked the stall door shut with his left foot. He jerked me upright again, pulling my head against his shoulder. He whispered in my right ear, “Cooperate and you won’t get hurt! You scream or you fight you’ll regret this!”

 

I stood, held tightly against his body, quivering in fear waiting to hear what he would say next, hoping he only wanted money. “Do you understand what I just said?” he asked in an assertive voice. I nodded my head yes in response. “Good!” he said as his grip around my mouth loosened slowly. He slowly withdrew his hand from around my head and jerked me around facing the bathroom door. He pushed the stall door closed and locked it. He then turned me around again facing the toilet.

 

“Now all I want you to do is take off your pants!” he said quietly. I remained silent for a moment with horrifying thoughts of this man raping me in the bathroom stall. I quietly replied to him, “No!” Within a second of my answer I found myself being thrown against the left side of the bathroom stall. The man firmly held onto my waist as he through me into the wall and then pinned his upper body against mine. His left arm once again found itself wrapped around my head; again covering my mouth and pinning my head against the wall awkwardly.

 

He leaned his head forward against the side of my face and whispered in my ear, “You see what happens when you don’t cooperate?” He paused for a moment before whispering again to me, “Your pants are coming off one way or another! I don’t think you want me to have to rip them off or else I’m going to be a very angry man! And if I’m an angry man you’re going to be sore for a long time! So are you going to take off your pants like a good little girl?” The man lifted his hand from my mouth just enough so I could speak.

 

I was scared and desperate to get out of the situation and pondered for a moment about what I was going to do. Finally I answered, “What if I’m a virgin?” The man remained silent for a moment and then spoke into my ear again, “Even better for me! I’ll just have to be that much gentler, if you cooperate! But I don’t think you’re a virgin though. A hot little number like you? You can’t be! You must have thousands of men lined up at your door to fuck a hot little bitch like you!”

 

My heart sank as I realized that my ploy didn’t work as he saw right through it. It wasn’t surprising really as I had already lost my virginity and I was in my mid twenties.

“Now are you going to cooperate?” he asked again, “This is the last time I’m going to ask!” I paused for another moment thinking about the alternatives for the situation and then swallowed hard as I answered, “Yes.” As I submitted to his demands tears began to fill my eyes and his grip around my face was removed.

 

            I felt the weight of his upper body remove from mine and his right arm pulling me off of the bathroom stall wall as he backed up. His right arm released me from his grip and I stood frozen in shock and freight with my back to him. “Turn around!” he ordered quietly. I did as he said and turned around as the first tear rolled down my left cheek. “Take off your pants!” he ordered again. I reluctantly undid the button on my pants and slowly undid the zipper, revealing my yellow underwear beneath. I couldn’t possibly look this stranger in the eye but I knew as I undressed his eyes stared at his new toy. Slowly pulled down my underwear and jeans to my ankles and stood up again. “All the way!” he barked. I once again bent down and was forced to remove my shoes to get off my pants and underwear. With my pants off I went to place my shoes back on my feet as not to get myself anymore dirty than I had to. “Leave them off!” the man spoke up again.

 

            Not wanting anymore trouble with the man I stood up with only my shirt and socks covering my body. I continued to stare at the floor and wiping the tears from my eyes as the man stared at my nether region, fully exposed for him to see. We both stood silent for a moment until the man stepped forward and whispered into my ear, “I love a women who keeps herself clean down there. Just for that I won’t be as rough down there like I usually am like on those old whores who never shave down there!” “Great!” I thought to myself, “You’re real nice!” Expecting the next step to be raping me I started to turn around. His right hand grabbed my left arm and twisted me back around. “Not so fast, take off your shirt!” Wishing that this would hurry up and end I pulled my shirt over my head and dropped it on top of my pants already on the floor. “Your bra to!” he said. Reluctantly, I reached behind my back and unhooked my lacey black bra. I pulled the straps from my shoulders and my breasts fell free. I dropped my bra on the pile and just stood there as the man looked me over.

 

            As I looked toward the ground the man grabbed his shirt and dropped it to the ground. He man leaned forward again and whispered in my ear, “Your body is amazing! Now undo my pants and look at mine!”

 

            I felt disgusted at the prospect of having to undo his pants, assisting in my own rape. I reluctantly undid the button to his jeans and then his zipper, revealing his white briefs underneath. “Pull them down!” he chirped. Even more disgusted now I pulled down his underwear and pants at the same time. As I pulled down his underwear his penis started to appear. It tried not looking at it but it was impossible to ignore it as it popped out, freed from its prison. As I knelt down to remove his pants, his cock dangled in front of me, taughting me. Is he removed his legs from the pants his semi erect cock swung about in front of my face.

 

With his pants removed, I began to stand up but was stopped by the man. “How does it look?” he quizzed. I kept my eyes peeled to the floor until he took his hand and raised my chin. “How does it look?” he asked again. Forced to look at his penis now, my eyes looked it over, to see what was going in me. His cock only semi erect was still fairly small in length but was the thickest cock in had ever seen. It must have been almost two inches wide with only half of an erection. The man was uncircumcised and most of the skin still covered the head of his thick penis. The mans testicles hung fairly low from his body and the majority of his pubic hair was shaven back in his crotch.

 

“How does it look?” the man asked again. “Good!” I replied hearing a more serious tone in his voice. “Stroke my cock!” he demanded quietly. Slowly I brought my right hand up and grapes a hold of his thick member and started to slowly jerk him off with my hand. As I jerked him off I could feel his cock growing bigger and getting harder. For certain his cock was the thickest I’d had ever seen as it grew even wider as his erection grew. The length of his cock however was a different story thought as it had only grown to about five and a half inches.

 

“Stand up!” he said. I did as he said and stood in front of him. He grabbed my left arm and turned my around facing the toilet and then said, “Bend over!” I bent slightly over at the waist, spreading my legs partially and supported myself with my hands resting on my thighs. I looked over my shoulder and saw the man move towards me. I felt his hips crash into my buttocks and his hands forcefully bend me down over the toilet. I quickly planted my hands on the black toilet seat so I didn’t fall forward and felt disgusted that my hands had just touched who knows what on the toilet seat.

 

With his naked hips buried into my butt cheeks he bent over top of me and reached under me. I could feel his hand go between my legs and reach for his cock. I felt his feet tap my leg so I would open further. I slowly spread my legs further apart and then felt the touch of meaty flesh touch my pussy lips.

 

I felt the man wiggle his dick in between my pussy lips and then he removed his hand from between my legs and thrust forward into my butt checks. I felt my lips spread more as his cock bored deeper into my pussy. I felt the weight of his upper body lift from my back; his hands plant themselves on my hips and then felt the man slowly push himself deeper into my pussy.

 

I felt my vagina start to stretch as the full thickness of his cock entered me. He pulled out and thrust in again, causing pain to shoot through my body as my pussy stretched to new lengths. “Ahhh!” I whimpered in pain and tears filled my eyes. The man thrust out and back in again, digging deeper into my pussy and stretching it even more causing me to whimper again quietly. I could feel him getting deeper in each time he thrust in. I could feel my vagina widen as his thick meat pushed its way in.

 

In and out he went several times until I felt his balls softly bang against my body. I felt a sense of relief that he couldn’t stuff anymore of himself in me. With his cock in seemingly deep as it could go I felt him pull back and then thrust in again, harder this time. His hips slapped against my buttocks and his balls bounced off of my pussy. “Ahhh!” I whimpered out again as pain rushed through my body again from such a forceful thrust. He pulled back again and thrust in hard again. “Ahhh!” I exclaimed again as my pussy expanded in pain.

 

In and out, in and out he went, every time causing me to verbally explode in pain as I grimaced from his thick member penetrating my pussy. The pace increased as he got into a rhythm and our bodies rocked backed on forth. Each time the sound of his hips slapping against my butt and his balls smacking off of my vagina.

He then suddenly stopped and pulled himself from out of my throbbing pussy. He turned me around and shoved me down onto the toilet. Confused about what he was doing I sat on the seat of the toilet hoping this was the end. Instead he pushed me gently back on the toilet seat and grabbed my legs. As my legs rouse up in the air and my body leaned back further towards the toilet I remember seeing his thick erect cock shinning in the light, coated with fluid.

 

Suddenly the man jerked me horizontally a crossed the toilet seat, leaving me hanging over the open toilet bowl on my back. The man got down on his knees and crawled back in between my legs being held in the air. I felt his cock dangle back and forth across my pussy and then I felt him push it back in again. As I looked down between my legs and saw his thick cock slowly disappear into my pussy as he pushed in and then reappear as it came out again. He thrust in and out as I watched helplessly with my legs in the air. He only thrust in and out of me for a few moments and then changed our position again.

 

The man stood up and grabbed a hold of my thighs. He roughly jerked my hips into the air causing my head to slide further into the center toilet, allowing the ends of my hair to fall into the water of the toilet. I reached back and pulled my hair out from the toilet bowl as the man spread my legs and bent down over me. He then lowered himself down to my pussy and began thrust in and out of me again, this time from above.

 

As he drove himself in my thighs pushed against his hands holding my hips in the air.  As he pushed himself in and out I could see my pussy lips stretching back and forth around his thick. Again within only a few pumps into my pussy he changed our position again.

 

He stood up and pulled me up from my precarious position. He then sat down on top of the toilet seat and leaned back. He pulled me down on top of him and forced his cock back up into me. He made me bounce up and down on his thick rod. The sounds of our bodies colliding filled the air of the empty bathroom.

 

Then I heard the bathroom door open and footsteps walk across the floor. The man pulled me back against his body with his cock still stuck inside of me and said to me, “Don’t make a peep!” I didn’t move as we listened to the footsteps on the floor and then followed by a voice, “Alice! Are you in here?” It was Cindy!

 

The man must have seen me perk up and said to me, “If that’s your friend, answer her. You’re alright.” With his instructions I answered back to Cindy, “Yeah, I’m in here!” “Are you alright?” she asked. As I sat on top of the man I could feel his erection starting to fade. “I’m alright!” I answered reluctantly. “I thought there might be something wrong seeing you’re taking so long?” she said. “No, I’m alright!” I replied. “Ok!” she replied, “I’ll be waiting at the store then!” “Ok!” I replied.

 

We listened as Cindy walked across the floor and out the door. The man then suddenly pushed me off of him and he stood up behind me. “Get down on your knees and bend over the toilet!” he said. I followed his orders and kneeled over the toilet.

 

The man got behind me and spread my legs as he climbed in between them. I could feel his cock poke my pussy again and then separate my lips. I felt forcefully drive his hips into me and roughly drive his thick penis into my throbbing cunt. He quickly began driving himself back and forth deep into my pussy. As his hips crashed into my body I was sent flying forward over the toilet and then pushed back as he withdrew. Over and over her thrust abusively into my stretched and ravaged pussy. He grabbed my hair and pulled it towards him like he was riding me like a horse. Thrust after painful thrust in fucked my pussy.

 

Then finally he pulled my hair tight and smashed his hips into my ass. Tears filled my eyes as his penis exploded inside me, filling me full of his seed. As he shot his load into me I could feel his thick member gyrate as wave after wave of cum my pussy. With his load now emptied inside me he thrust in gently, back and forth. Milking me for everything I was worth.

 

He then withdrew his thick cock from me and told me not to move. I looked behind me with tears falling down my cheeks to see the man getting dressed. The man then climbed back over and whispered in my ear, “Thanks for the fuck!”

 

He then opened the door to the stall and I heard the bathroom door open as he exited. I climbed from my knees and surveyed the damage he had done to pussy. My pussy throbbed from being stretch so far and my pussy lips were fairly red from the friction of his cock. I also had some of his cum leaking out from my ravaged pussy.

 

So I cleaned myself up and left the bathroom. I acted as nothing happened in the bathroom but on the inside I knew I was a changed woman. I won’t know how changed of a woman I actually was until years later when I met that same man again.

 

            “Thank you, Xi.”

            “Sir…”

            “What is it, Xi?”

            “Jenny asked about the boy,” Xi replied softly. Danny stared at her in silence. “I told her he was sold to a buyer overseas,” she said quietly, then added, “The dungeon has been cleaned.”

            Danny nodded and headed for his office instead of the family room. He was still upset by the news Kade had delivered. He wasn’t in the mood to visit his slaves. He’d call Nels back and then maybe spend some time with Amanda. With any luck the police would find boy-toy’s body and give up on finding out what had happened during the time he had been missing.

            “Hi, Nels. Xi said you had called.”

            “Yeah. I just wanted to say thanks for the little get together last night. And, of course, for Sam. He’s working out quite well.”

            “Glad I could help you out.”

            “I also wanted to remind you of the other part of our deal.”

            “Oh?”

            “I get some time with Matt. Remember?”

            “Oh…that. Well, actually, there’s a small problem with that.”

            “Danny, you promised.”

            “I know, Nels. I’m sorry, but I’m not going to be able to deliver.”

            “What? Why not?”

            “There’s a bit of a problem with Matt…”

            “What’s he done now?” Nels asked, exasperated. “I was hoping I could borrow him for a few days, starting tonight. Is he being punished again?”

            “Not exactly.”

            “Danny,” Nels laughed. “What are you talking about?”

            “Nels, I had to get rid of him.”

            There was nothing but silence for several seconds When Nels finally responded his voice was icy.

            “Danny, you promised I could have first dibs on him.”

            “I know, Nels. And I would have stuck to that except there was a problem I didn’t know about until this morning.”

            “What problem?”

            “He was the son of the chief of police.”

            Nels gasped. “No way.”

            “Yes. It’s true. It’s all over the news. I’m sorry. I should have been more careful. I’ve taken care of it though. We’re all safe.”

            “God, I hope so.”

           

Chief Jamison looked up from his silent vigil when two men entered Matt’s dimly lit room. He took in their dark suits and somber expressions before turning back to his son’s seemingly unconscious form. He knew who they were, or at least who they represented, but he didn’t care.

            “This is a private room, gentlemen,” he said softly but sternly.

            “We have reason to believe that your son may have information that could help with an ongoing investigation,” one of the men said.

            “He isn’t in any condition to talk to anyone right now.”

            “Chief Jamison, it’s important that we talk to him.”

            “Not now damn it,” Jamison said in a low growl.

            “Dad, it’s okay,” Matt whispered softly without opening his eyes.

            “No. You aren’t strong enough –”

            “I want to. I need to.” Matt stared up at his father, his brown eyes full of pain.

            “Matt…”

            “Dad, he still has Jenny…and others. I have to do this.”

            Chief Jamison finally nodded and rose from his seat. He turned to stare at the two men standing just inside the closed door of the room.

            “But only for a few minutes. He gets tired, you leave him alone.”

            “Yes, sir.” The same man who had spoken earlier answered.

            Jamison moved past him to step out the door. The two men drew nearer the bed and stared down at Matt, taking in the bruises and swelling.

            “How you feeling?” the first man asked.

            “Like I’ve been hit by a Mack truck,” Matt replied with a slight smile.

            “I’m Turner.” The man introduced himself then motioned to the other man. “This is Harrison.”

            “And you’re with?”

            “Let’s just say we’re federal,” Turner said with a smile. “We understand from the statement you made to the local police that you and three friends were abducted from the side of the road after your car broke down?”

            “Yeah. I got out to take a look under the hood. The next thing I knew some guy was standing next to me and then it felt like my insides exploded. I went down and…”

            “Do you know what it was? What he did to you?”

            Matt nodded. “I found out later that he used a tazer on us.”

            “What happened after he shocked you?”

            “He tied us up and tossed us in the back of a van. We seemed to drive for hours. I don’t know how long it really took but the effects of the stun gun wore off long before we got there. We all tried to get loose but he had us tied pretty tight.”

            “So what happened once you got to where ever it was he took you?” Harrison asked. “Did he ever tell you his name?”

            Matt swallowed then licked his lips. He nervously glanced around the room then fixed his gaze on the far wall.

            “He carried us each down to a basement room and…” He swallowed then took up the story again. “He put collars on Jenny, Angie and Carrie and chained them to walls around the room. He chained me up against a back wall then went back to Carrie. He – he set her up on this table thing and made her tell him our names and ages. He said his name was Danny but we had to call him Master or Sir.” Matt nervously wet his lips again and shifted his gaze around the room. His eyes finally settled back on the far wall.

            “Would you like something to drink?” Turner asked.

            Matt shook his head.

            “He made Angie, Jenny and Carrie strip for him. Then he…he made Carrie…he made her help him…he cut my clothes away too.” Matt closed his eyes tightly against the memory. God, he thought, this must be how a woman feels explaining what happened when she’s been raped.

            He jumped when he felt Turner’s hand on his arm. He opened his eyes and stared up into the bluest eyes he’d ever seen.

            “It’s okay. I know this isn’t easy but we need all the information you can give us. Did he ever take you outside or let you leave? For any reason?”

            Matt nodded.

            “He took us to a cabin in the woods once. I was in the back of the van so I couldn’t see where we went. The cabin belonged to a friend of his. The guy’s name is Kade. I don’t know if it’s a first name or a last name. He just calls him Kade.” Matt swallowed again before continuing. “He grabbed three kids that day. Amanda, Beth and Sam.” He glanced up at Turner then lowered his eyes to stare at the foot of the bed. “Amanda’s only eighteen.”

            “Do you know where the house is? Who all is in it?” Harrison asked.

            “I don’t know where it is,” Matt admitted, shaking his head. “I was always in the back of the van whenever I went out. There’s only Danny and Xi in the house besides his sl – captives. At least, as far as I know. He has parties though. Friends come and go.”

            “How many people is he holding?”

            “When I was there he had four others. Jenny, Amanda, Angie and Carrie. He kept us – them – upstairs on the third floor in a special room that he called the kennel.”

            “What did it look like?” Turner asked urgently.

            “There was a row of cages along one wall. They were like large dog cages. They had electronic combination locks on them. All kinds of stuff was kept on shelves and in drawers all around the room. Some of it hung on the walls. There were loops on the walls for him to fasten chains to.”

            “Were you always chained or did you have freedom to move around the house?” Harrison asked.

            Matt thought for a moment before responding. “We weren’t always chained or restrained but someone was always watching us. At least Jenny and me. He didn’t trust us, especially me. I argued with him a lot and, I guess, antagonized him.” He looked up at the two men, a fierce look in his brown eyes. “What he’s doing isn’t right. I couldn’t just go along with it.”

            “That why you have scars now?” Turner asked.

            Matt looked at the wall, fighting to control his breathing as he nodded. “Yeah.”

            “You mentioned someone named Xi,” Harrison said softly.

            “She’s some Asian woman that works for him. She cooks for him and watched us. She took care of any injuries and helped dole out punishment.”

            “So what kind of punishment got those scars across your back?” Turner inquired.

            Matt glanced up at him and again noticed the blue eyes. He saw the kindness in them and realized the question wasn’t asked out of curiosity but a need for information. Matt slowly drew a deep breath and exhaled.

            “He had a party one night.” He dropped his eyes to stare at the foot of the bed. “He invited a bunch of his friends over and let them use Angie. Kade was there and another man. Jenny and I had managed to piss him off earlier in the day so he had me strung up against a wall as punishment.” His right hand slid up his chest, over the bandages covering his nipples, his eyes squeezed shut. “I was supposed to hang there all night but a little later he came back down and got me. He made me go upstairs where he let one of his friends ass fuck me while I was chained down to a table. After they left and he let me up, my hands were still cuffed behind my back so I head-butted him. I charged him a couple of times before Xi zapped me with the tazer.

            He was really pissed. He didn’t like the fact that I’d attacked him. He dragged me back down to the dungeon and chained me to the wall again. Hung a whip where I had to look at it then announced that as my punishment for attacking him I’d be getting fifty lashes in the morning. True to his word, the next day he delivered the whipping. He made Jenny count. To be honest, I don’t know if it was fifty or not. I passed out after about thirty or thirty-five. When I came to I was lying on a mat on the floor and Xi was putting some kind of ointment on my back.”

            Both men were shaking their heads in amazement as they listened to Matt’s tale. Turner put his hand on the younger man’s shoulder and gave it a gentle squeeze.

            “The medical report said you had a couple of piercings and a burn on your thigh.”

            “Yeah. He strapped me down and pierced both nipples then used dry ice to burn a brand into my leg. He pierced Angie too.”

            “You said earlier that a couple of his friends were regular guests?” Harrison asked.

            “I don’t know if I did or not, but yeah, there were a couple of guys that were over more regularly than anyone else.”

            “Can you tell us who they were?”

            “Kade was one.” Matt hesitated before adding, “You guys said you were federal, right?”

            He looked up at Turner. The two visitors exchanged a look then nodded.

            “Yeah, that’s right,” Turner replied.

            “You have any ID or anything?” Matt asked.

            “Why?” Harrison queried in return.

            “Because the other guy that was a regular told me the last night I was there that he was federal.”

            Matt didn’t miss the quick glance that passed between the other two men.

            “And who was this other regular?” asked Harrison.

            Matt stared at the two men for several long minutes before he finally replied in almost a whisper.

            “I don’t remember his name.”

            “Matt –”

            “Look, I just don’t remember. The doctor said there might be a few things I wouldn’t be able to remember right away but they might come back later.” He stared up at them, his brown eyes hooded. “Honest, I just can’t remember.”

            “Uh-huh,” Turner finally replied, nodding his head. “You remember what happened the last night you were there? The last few hours?”

            Matt swallowed hard and turned his gaze back to the wall at the foot of his bed.

            “They raped Amanda and Beth. Then Danny somehow found out about Dad and beat the shit out of me.”

            “Why didn’t you defend yourself?” Harrison asked.

            “It’s a little hard to defend yourself when your hands are cuffed behind your back to a bar that’s attached to a collar around your neck and your feet are cuffed together so you can only take a shuffling step a few inches at a time,” Matt spat back. “Especially when you don’t even see it coming.”

            “How do you know they raped those girls?” Harrison asked.

            Matt turned his head on the pillow and stared at the row of machines lined up against the wall. He squeezed his eyes shut and fought a loosing battle against the tears he didn’t want these men to see. Both men noticed his heaving chest even if they couldn’t see his face.

            “He made me watch.” Matt growled through gritted teeth. “I was chained to the fucking wall and he threatened to hurt Amanda if I closed my eyes.”

            He jerked his head around to stare at them defiantly when he felt a hand on his arm.

            “He would have! He would have hurt her!”

            “I know, son.” Turner’s voice was soft, soothing, as he patted Matt’s arm. “I know.”

            The room grew quiet as Matt’s sobs slowly subsided.

            “I think that’s all we need right now,” Turner finally said. He motioned to Harrison who preceded him out of the room. Turner then turned back to Matt. “Nels Sherridan has been under deep cover for over six years trying to bust these S.O.B.s. He’s the reason we’re here. He sent us to find you because he was worried about you.”

            Turner patted Matt’s arm and gave him a small smile then turned and left the room. Turner motioned to Harrison as he clasped Chief Jamison’s arm just above the elbow.

            “May I have a word with you?” Turner asked Chief Jamison as he led him down the hallway.

            Harrison took up a stance near the door to Matt’s room. Turner led Chief Jamison several feet down the hall before stopping.

            “What?” Jamison asked, turning a bewildered and somewhat angry look on Turner.

            “Are you planning on releasing any more statements to the press?”

            “I’ll have to tell them something soon. Why?” Jamison narrowed his eyes on the other man.

            “Can I offer a suggestion?”

            Chief Jamison stared silently at Turner for several seconds.

            “What?” he finally asked.

            “Tell them Matt died without ever regaining consciousness.”

            “What? The hospital –”

            “We can fix it with the hospital. I would also suggest making arrangements for only a certain number of hospital staff to attend to your son. He’d be much safer that way.”

            “Safer? You think they’ll come after him again? Here?”

            “Chief Jamison, you know they left him for dead at the side of that road.”

            Jamison glanced away, staring down the hall.

            “Yeah, I know.”

            “If they find out he’s still alive, they’ll come after him. These bastards are elusive as hell. We’ve been after them for years.” Turner rubbed his left hand across his mouth and chin. “Matt’s the only witness we’ve got that’s been with them for more than a couple of days.”

            Jamison jerked his head around to stare at Turner in amazement.

            “Witness? What…?”

            “I can’t go into details with you but we’ve never been able to get anyone out that they’ve held this long. We just can’t find them. We have someone under deep cover and hope to change that but…” Turner shrugged.

            Jamison was silent for several minutes as he thought about what he’d just been told.

            “You work things out with the hospital. I want someone with Matt at all times. I want him safe.”

            “I’ll have someone in his room twenty-four/seven.”

            Jamison nodded. “I’ll schedule a press conference for later today. I need to talk to Matt first. To let him know he’s dead,” he said with a grim smile.

            “If you can work it into your press conference somewhere, could you mention still waters?”

            “Still waters? Why?”

            “It’s to let our deep cover know what’s going on, let him know we found Matt, that he’s safe.”

            “I’ll see what I can do.”

 

            “Carrie, come with me.”

            All three women looked up at him when Danny stuck his head in the door of the family room and called to Carrie. She rose to her feet and strode across the room toward him. Angie turned back to the television but Jenny continued to stare at him.

            “You have a problem, bitch?” he finally demanded, his temper winning out.

            “No, Master,” she whispered as she lowered her head. Her eyes were still fixed on him.

            He grabbed Carrie’s arm when she drew near and pulled her from the room. Guiding her silently up the stairs, he pulled her along with him toward his bedroom. He jerked the door open and shoved her inside. She almost lost her balance but grabbed at the side of a nearby dresser and caught herself before she fell. She turned back to stare wide-eyed at Danny as he stepped into the room and closed the door. She shrank back from him when he moved toward her.

            “What are you afraid of, Carrie?”

            “Y-you’re angry about something,” she replied softly. “Have I upset you?”

            He reached out and stroked her hair.

            “No, you haven’t done anything wrong.”

            He grabbed her arm and pulled her to him. Wrapping his arms around her, he pushed his lips against her mouth, mashing her lips savagely. He started moving without releasing his hold on her, walking her backwards toward the bed.

            “I just need you,” he said huskily when he finally pulled away.

            She smiled broadly at his words.

            “I was afraid you liked your knew tart more –”

            His hand snapped out and struck her hard across the face, knocking her backwards onto the bed. She grabbed her burning cheek and stared up at him, tears burning her eyes.

            “I didn’t bring you up here to whine.” He towered over her, staring at her malevolently. “Why didn’t you tell me who Matt was?”

            “Matt…?”

            “You’re buddy, Matt. Light brown hair, broad shoulders, fancied Jenny.”

            “I don’t understand,” she whispered with a shake of her head.

            “Who’s his daddy?”

            She remained silent for several seconds then her eyes grew wide again as understanding dawned.

            “Yeah. You didn’t think that was important for me to know?”

            “I – I didn’t think…I forgot about it. I’m sorry, Master!”

            “Yeah, you’re about the sorriest little slut I’ve ever seen!” He grabbed a handful of her hair and tugged her off of the bed, forcing her onto her knees. “Stay.”

            He released his hold on her and turned to retrieve a pair of nipple clamps, a penis gag and several other items from the table next to the bed. He tossed the items onto the bed next to where her head bobbed beside it then looked down at her.

            “Strip,” he demanded.

            She removed the half tee-shirt she had on. She untied the tight wrap-around skirt she wore and slid it from around her hips. She carefully folded both items and laid them on the floor next to her.

            Danny squatted down in front of her and reached out to roughly pinch and twist her nipples, causing them to stand erect. He then applied the nipple clamps, ignoring her gasp. He grabbed her right wrist and jerked on her arm.

            “Turn around.”

            She slid around on her knees so she faced the bed, her back to him. He quickly bound her arms behind her back, her right wrist to her left forearm and her left wrist to her right forearm. Then he wrapped the rope around her waist, snaking it completely around her body once and ending up with the end back in front of her. He tied the end around the piece of rope that wound around her waist and let it fall. He reached up to the bed and pulled down a butt plug which he put only a small amount of lubricant on before shoving it up her ass. Then he reached between her legs and pulled the dangling rope through and tied it off on the waist rope at her back pulling it tight against her pussy.

            He pulled another length of rope from the bed and quickly tied it around her thighs. He also bound her shins together then her ankles. He ran another rope from the bindings around her arms to the rope around her ankles, pulling it tight. The last thing he did was force the penis gag into her mouth and strap it around her head. Then he lifted her up and carried her to the wall directly opposite the end of the bed. He positioned her so she was facing the bed and she sat dead center of it. Then he tied one last piece of rope around her neck, looped it through a ring in the wall, down to a second ring, looped it around the ropes around her arms and back up through the rings, tying it securely behind her head.

            When he was finished he stood up and patted her wet cheek.

            “Don’t go anywhere,” he said with a laugh.

            He turned and strode from the room. He returned a few minutes later with Amanda following close behind him, her lead chain gripped tightly in his hand. He led her over to stand directly in front of Carrie. He grabbed Amanda’s face in his hand, squeezing her cheeks between his thumb and fingers, forcing her to look at Carrie.

            “This is what happens to bad little bitches,” he growled. “If you betray me or withhold information from me, this could be you.”

            He gave her several minutes to take in the sight.

            “Do you understand?”

            “Y-y-yes, M-Master,” she whispered.

            He released his hold on her head and stared at her with narrowed eyes.

            “When you were alone with Matt, what did he tell you? What did he say?”

            She shook her head as she fought back the tears.

            “I-I don’t r-r-remember. S-s-something about getting away f-from all of you.”

            He jerked on her lead chain and led her around to the bed. He pushed on her shoulders and shoved her down on the mattress then sat down next to her. He gently caressed her cheek, neck and shoulder.

            “Just relax, Amanda,” he said softly. “Relax, pet. Try to think back, try to remember. What did he say to you?”

            “Oh, God,” she whispered. Her lips trembled as she closed her eyes and tried to think back to the day Danny had captured her. “He said not to get in the van. That I should get as far away from all of you as I could,” she whispered and slowly opened her eyes. “Something like that.”

            “Anything else?” he asked.

            “I can’t remember anything else,” she said softly.

            He reached out to stroke her hair again.

            “If you remember anything else that he said, you’ll tell me.”

            “Y-yes, M-Master.”

            “Good girl,” he whispered as he pulled her close and kissed the top of her head.

            His hands slowly roamed over her nude form, his lips sliding down her face to her neck, down over her tits. His fingers gripped her nipples and squeezed until she cried out, trying to pull away from him. He shoved her back on the bed and climbed on top of her.

 

            Nels listened intently to Chief Jamison’s press conference. He couldn’t believe what he was hearing. Danny had beat the boy to death and dumped him on the side of the road. Damn it! He deserved better than that! Nels thought angrily to himself, taking another sip of his drink and pounding his fist against the arm of his chair.

            “What?” Nels demanded of the television.

            Sam, huddled on the couch under a blanket, stared at him with frightened eyes. Nels grabbed the remote and rewound the TiVo to replay what the Chief had just said. He listened intently to the words.

            “Matt was always a quiet kid. That old saying about still waters running deep fit him well…”

            Nels didn’t hear the rest of Chief Jamison’s speech. He was laughing too hard.

            “Oh, thank you God!” Nels cried then quickly gulped down the rest of his drink. He set the glass aside, glanced at his watch then looked over at Sam. “You doing okay?”

            Sam nodded silently. He still wasn’t sure what to do or say or even how to act.

            “Will you be alright by yourself if I go out for a little while?” Nels asked, his voice thick with concern.

            “Y-yes, sir.”

            Nels moved to kneel next to the sofa were Sam huddled. He carefully placed one hand on the arm of the sofa and the other over the blanket at the edge of the sofa, careful not to touch the boy.

            “Sam, remember, you mustn’t try to leave the house. I’ll get you home as soon as I can but you have to trust me for now.”

 

            Sam had fallen asleep while Nels was out. He woke suddenly when he heard Nels swearing and struggling with something. He slid from the relative safety of the sofa and wandered into the huge kitchen where the strange sounds emanated from. He stopped in the doorway when he saw Nels wrestling with a huge wooden crate mounted on wheels. He was trying to muscle the big crate through the large double doors from the garage into the dining room.

            “Don’t just stand there,” Nels quipped. “Help me.”

            Broken out of his trance, Sam rushed forward and pulled as Nels pushed from behind. Together they finally got the huge crate into the house. Sam started to carelessly swing the crate around to roll it into the dining room when Nels stopped him.

            “Easy. Be easy with it,” Nels instructed. He turned back to close the double doors as Sam pushed the heavy crate into the dining room.

            Nels joined him there and took over command of the crate. He carefully guided it back through the kitchen and into the living room. He placed it in the middle of the floor then went back to the kitchen. Sam started to follow him but thought better of it and sat down on the couch to wait. Nels quickly returned with a tool box. He set the tool box down and started to work prying the top off the big crate. When it was finally loose he started to lift it then nodded at Sam.

            “Sam, grab that side and let’s put it over there against the wall.”

            Sam helped the other man lift the lid off the crate and carry it to the opposite wall. They set it on its edge and leaned it against the wall. Sam returned to the couch while Nels went back to the crate. He pulled a large ottoman over next to the crate, climbed up on it and peered into the big wooden box.

            “Damn it,” he swore as he climbed back down. “Sam, please get a couple of shirts from the bottom drawer of the dresser in your room.”

            Sam nodded then jumped to his feet and headed down a long hallway. Nels climbed back onto the ottoman and peered into the box again.

            “I’ll have you out in a few minutes. Sam’s bringing you something to wear. You’re safe now.”

            He climbed back down and started prying off the side of the crate closest to him. He kicked the ottoman out of his way and used his anger to put power behind his prying. Sam returned to the room carrying two oversized tee-shirts, one blue and one green.

            “Are these okay?” he asked.

            Nels barely glanced at the boy as he continued to pry at the side of the box.

            “They’re fine. Thanks.”

            When the side finally came loose and started to fall Nels immediately leaned against it, putting all of his weight on it.

            “Sam, help me move this over there with the top.”

            They let the side fall away and lifted it carefully to carry across the room. They leaned it with the top against the wall. Sam returned to his seat on the couch. Nels went back to the open side of the crate and knelt in front of it. Two young girls sat naked, bound hand and foot and gagged in the crate. One faced forward and stared with frightened eyes at Nels. The other faced the opposite direction. Both shook visibly though he wasn’t sure if it was from cold or fear.

            “It’s okay,” he purred softly to the girl facing away from him. He brushed her long blonde hair, matted from her ordeal, out of the way so he could cut the cuffs from her wrists. “I’m just taking the cuffs off. I’ll ungag you in a minute.”

            He leaned back and reached a hand out toward Sam.

            “Sam, hand me one of the shirts.”

            Sam silently held the blue tee-shirt out to him. He turned back and noticed the girl had her arms in front of her now, rubbing her sore wrists and trying to cover herself. He reached the tee-shirt around in front of her.

            “Here, try this.”

            She grabbed the shirt and immediately slid it over her head. It was large enough to be a short dress for her. He went to work on the gag finally using his pocket knife to cut the straps. He leaned forward past her to help her work the ball out of her mouth.

            “Sam, get a couple glasses of water, please.”

            Sam sprang to his feet and hurried to the kitchen.

            “Better?” Nels asked the young girl.

            She slowly nodded her head, her eyes wide with fear.

            “I’ll get your feet in a few minutes if you can wait. It’ll be easier to work once I’ve taken the sides off.”

            She nodded again.

            “Here, sir,” Sam said softly from behind Nels.

            He turned with a smile and took one of the glasses Sam held out to him.

            “Thank you, Sam.”

            He offered the glass to the young girl he had just partially freed. She gulped the water causing him to grab her hands and the glass to stop her.

            “Sip it,” he advised. “If you drink too fast you’ll be sick.”

            She nodded again and he released her hands. She slowly raised the glass to her lips and sipped at the water, watching him over the rim of the glass. He smiled at her.

            “Good, good. Dink all you want but sip it slowly.”

            She nodded as he moved away. He knelt in front of the other girl, a brunette, and cut the straps of her gag then slowly removed it. He turned slightly and held his hand out toward Sam. The boy put the remaining glass of water in his hand and stepped back. Nels raised the glass to the girl’s lips and helped her take a couple of sips of water.

            “Enough for a few minutes?” he asked softly.

            She nodded at him.

            He went to work prying loose the side of the crate behind the brunette. It took him several minutes before he finally got it loose. Sam helped him move it into position with the other pieces of the crate against the far wall. Nels quickly cut the cuffs off the girl’s wrists and offered her the remaining tee-shirt. He then went to work cutting the cuffs off the girls’ feet. The blonde was freed first and Nels helped her to stand then take a few tentative steps.

            “Okay?” he asked.

            “Yes, Master,” she whispered.

            “Julie, I’m not your master. You’re free and safe here.”  When she turned tear-filled eyes up to him he quickly added, “We’ll talk about it later. We need to get you taken care of first.” He turned his head to look back over his shoulder at Sam, keeping his arm around the frightened girl, supporting her. “Sam, can you help Julie over to the sofa, please? And get her a blanket?”

            Sam obediently followed Nels’ orders, assisting the shaking girl to his place on the sofa and handing her the blanket he had used earlier. He then returned to Nels’ side and watched as Nels freed the other girl’s feet and helped her from the box. He followed the same process as he had with the first girl, helping her to stand then to walk.

            “Okay now?”

            She looked up at him and nodded.

            “Yes, Mas – sir.”

            “Sam, could you get another blanket, please?”

            Sam hurried back down the long hallway again and soon reappeared with another blanket. He held it out to Nels. He took it from the boy and wrapped it around the girl’s shoulders then helped her to the sofa. She huddled next to the blonde as Nels knelt down between them.

            “My name is Nels and this,” he indicated Sam, standing behind and to the side of him, “is Sam. We won’t hurt you. You’re safe here. Sam just recently went through something similar to what you’ve been through so he understands.”

            They both stared wide-eyed at Sam then turned their attention back to Nels.

            “Are you hungry?” he asked.

            Slowly, they both nodded.

            “Sam, would you mind fixing them something to eat? Something light, cereal perhaps? And maybe a little toast?”

            “Yes, sir.”

            “Would either of you like a shower before you eat?”

            “Please?” begged the brunette.

            Nels smiled at her.

            “You can use the one in the master suite. It’s at the end of the hall. Sam’s using that room right now. I’ll tell him to stay out until you’re finished. There are clothes in the dresser. Help yourselves.”

            Nels stood and started to move toward the kitchen. Both girls stood and slowly moved toward the hallway. The brunette suddenly stopped and looked back at him.

            “Why?” she asked.

            “Excuse me?” he asked her.

            “Why are you being nice to us?”

            “Because, Melody, that’s what people are supposed to do,” he replied then turned and went into the kitchen.