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Once it was after dark, I hiked around the lake and up to the bunker. I let myself in the upper hatch and climbed down. Elise and Rhianna were overjoyed to see me. They, too, had been worried sick, and they needed to make love almost as much as Maggie had.
Elise had tested pregnant the week before, and although she was very happy about it, she was feeling very tired, so we made love very gently. I brought her to an orgasm, but it wasn't a very strong one for her, and she was asleep in seconds after it.
Rhianna, however, was insatiable. Since I still couldn't make love to her without a condom, she wanted me to come ON her as much as possible. She wanted me to give her a titty-fuck, but her breasts were just enough bigger than Cindy's to make it awkward. They weren't big enough, quite, to hold me between them, but they were a little big to do the thing with her hand against one of them, the way Cindy had done.
She still managed it, but it was difficult, because either I kept sliding off, or her breast kept sliding out from underneath. She was still working on it, when I laid her back on some pillows, and started humping hard against her breast. She really liked it, but it was still too much work for her, and I was getting tired.
She was very willing, but she was having trouble in the imagination department, so I decided to try a special kind of talking dirty to her. Barbara had told me about this, and given me some advice on it, but I had never tried it. It was one of those things that just seemed too weird to me, and I really wasn't comfortable with the concept. She had assured me that it would work very well, if I didn't use it too often.
I figured I would give the idea one really good try, before giving up on it.
I stopped, with my penis under Rhianna's chin, pushing her head back hard enough so she was looking up at me. "Who are you?" I said.
She just said, "Rhianna," and I said, "WRONG! Who are you, bitch?"
She cringed a bit, and said, "your bitch?"
"That's right. You are MY bitch. I'm going to fuck you like a dog, bitch, until you can't take any more. Then, when I've fucked myself out in you, and my cum is leaking down your leg, I'm going to put a dog collar on you, bitch, and take you out for a walk, like the bitch in heat you are. Not on your feet, but on your hands and knees, with your naked cunt dripping my cum and your cum, begging all the other dogs in the neighborhood to come around and fuck you."
As I was saying this, I was starting to hump against her chest, so her breasts were getting strongly thumped by my penis against them. I was surprised to see that she was breathing really hard already, as if she was starting to get off.
"What are you, bitch?"
"Oh, god, I, I'm your bitch! Please fuck me like a dog!"
"What's going to happen when I take you out on the street, bitch?"
"Oh, god, the other dogs will come, won't they?" Her voice had that squealy sound in it, that meant she was starting to lose control of herself.
"Yes, they will. First, they will lick your cunt, lapping up the cum leaking out of it, sticking their tongues far into your cunt as they did so. What will you be doing when they do that, bitch? Will you be covering up, or will you be begging them to lick you more?"
"I, I, I'll be begging them to lick me mooooooooooooore!!!" she wailed, jerking her body up in an orgasm. Damn, Barbara was right. She really WAS getting off on this.
"That's not all, bitch. When they have licked all the cum out of you, what do you want them to do?"
"Oh, god, fuck me, please!!"
"You want a dog to stick his dick in you, and fuck you? That's disgusting!"
"Pleeeease, fuck me!"
"Is that what you'll be saying to the dog when he's licking your cunt, bitch?"
"Yes! Come fuck me, doggie, please!"
"You'll actually let a dog fuck you?"
"You really are a shameless, dirty cunt, to let a DOG fuck you like that, bitch."
"Yeeesss! Fuck me, doggie!"
"Well, bitch, I think we'll let him do just that. Did you know that a dog can fuck about three times as fast as a man, and he comes a lot more?"
"Oh, god, yes, pleeease!"
"When a bitch is in heat, and a dog is inside her, his penis swells up and fills her completely."
"Then the other dogs have to wait until he pulls out before they can take their turns on her, finally fucking her into oblivion. In the meantime, they will be so horny to get into the dirty bitch, that some of them will come around and try to hump her other end. Would you like that, bitch?"
"Yeessss, let me take him down my throat!" and she started coming again, much harder than before. I was about to blow, myself, humping hard against her tit. I was probably bruising her, but she wasn't complaining.
"And then, when the first dog finally pulls out of your cunt, you are so worn out from coming that you flop over on your back, but the next dog starts humping your pussy even harder than before with his doggie dick, but the second dog humps you, missionary style. He can barely force his dick into your tight pussy, but he rams it in there, and then it begins to swell, until he is completely stuck inside you, and you can feel him coming.
"The third dog that is trying to hump your mouth keeps trying, but you'll have to lay your head all the way back, so he can jam his doggie dick all the way down your throat. Do you want that, bitch?"
"Yessssss! I want to swallow his doggie cum!"
"He's got his dick all the way down your throat, bitch, and he's coming, and now his dick is swelling, and his knot is filling your mouth, and you can barely keep your lips around the end, as your nose is jammed between his balls. You can feel him spurting down your throat, filling your stomach with much more cum than a man can produce."
"Oh, god, I love you! Yes, I'll swallow it all! I'm your bitch! I'll fuck anyone and anything for you!"
"There are two more dogs that are frantic to fuck you, bitch, but there is no room, because you've now got a knot in both ends. Instead, they want to mark you as the queen doggie bitch. They want to hump your tits, and spray their cum all over you, marking you as their bitch.
"They are jumping up on your tits, and you have to grab a doggie dick in each hand, so they will hump your hands, and mark your face and tits with cum."
"Oh, god, yeeeeeeeeessss! Mark me! Fuck me! Mark me! COME ON ME!" she screamed, and that did it. I WAS coming, spraying her face and her tits, backing up a bit so I could get it all over her, as she laughed joyfully, even as her body convulsed in bone-shaking orgasm.
When I had come all I had, she wound down from her orgasm, too, murmured, "good doggie," and fell asleep. She was a sight. one glob of cum had hit an eye, and when she woke up, she just kept that eye closed, and didn't try to wipe it off. She had cum covering a good part of her face and on both tits. I had really unloaded, in one of the biggest deliveries I had ever made. Even though I had already made love to Maggie and Elise, it was not too far behind what I had done when I came on the four cheerleaders together, after a five-day abstinence.
As Rhianna lay back, completely asleep, now, I was surprised to see the size of the wet spot under her butt. She had soaked a twelve-inch circle under her from the amount of her coming, just by my rubbing a breast and talking dirty to her. Amazing.
I laid a blanket over Elise, who was still sound asleep, and began to look around the bunker.
They had been working on the bunker all day, every day, and it was really getting clean. The facilities were nearly all working, and it was really beginning to look comfortable.
When I got back in, Elise was still asleep, but Rhianna was up. She had gotten her other eye open, but there was still a lot of dried cum around it. Her face had dried cum all over it, as did her tits, and I'd never seen her looking happier.
She gave me a big squeeze. "Oh, my god, Danny, what did you DO to me? That was fantastic!"
"I just talked to you, while I tried to hump your tit." After we both had a chuckle, I said, "It was something Barbara told me to try some time, if things were going slowly. I really didn't want to do it, and I didn't think it would work, but she said to trust her. Can you tell me what it was like for you? I'd really like to understand what made it so great for you, if you can tell me."
"Oh, my god, that got me so hot! I thought I was going to turn my pussy inside OUT, I came so hard. Let's see, what was it like for me . . .
"When you were humping my tit, yeah, it was going very slowly. I would have gotten off eventually, I think, but it just wasn't working very well.
"When you started calling me bitch, it scared me at first, because I didn't know if you were mad at me. Then I realized you were talking about fucking me like I was a dog, and you were actually treating me like I was a bitch in heat, and just that quickly, I WAS a bitch in heat. My pussy was on fire, like it NEVER had been before."
She looked up at me. "You had been doing the thing with us all, Danny, just taking us when you wanted, but I don't know if you've ever really understood what it's like for us. We have been arguing about it, and some were saying they wanted to be treated with dignity and equality, and all of that is okay, and there is no way we want someone like Billy to have us, but that's all separate from where our cunts live.
"When it comes down to it, Danny, we are ALL bitches in heat. We don't want gentle, we don't want kind. We want to pick what men are going to own us, but then we want to be OWNED. We want to KNOW that we are your property, and it is our job to be in heat for you, so you can mount us like the bitches we are, and fuck our brains out, HARD, whenever you want, and we don't have a damn thing to say about it.
"Because we are YOUR bitches in heat, though, you can share us with any other dogs you want -- two legged or four -- and we will get just as hot for them as we are for you, Danny, because YOU say so. We are your whores, Danny -- your fuck-slaves. No one can take us without your permission, and no one else can share us with another, but we'll fuck anyone or anything you tell us to fuck.
"When you talked about putting a collar on me, and taking me out so REAL dogs could fuck me, I was ready to stick my cunt up in the air for all the dogs to line up on me right then. If you had done it for real on a city street, with people walking around, and real dogs running along the street, I would have done it without hesitation.
"I think you saw me come, when you started talking about the real dogs licking me. As you did that, I just imagined myself, held on your leash by my collar, and totally helpless as a line of dogs just grabbed me and fucked me. Oh, my god, Danny, it was like being grabbed and fucked by you, except they weren't so gentle, in my dream, like you are. They just grabbed my waist and hammered it in, and I was coming, out of control, just by THINKING about it.
"I've never even thought about having sex with an animal. Like you said, it's disgusting. If you had brought a dog in here, though, I would have been backing up to him, and I would have been happy to suck his dick, too. I was that hot, hearing you tell me you were going to treat me that way."
She looked up at me, her eyes shining. "I want you to make me a promise, Danny."
I raised my eyebrows. "What?"
"I want you to make a fantasy of mine come true. Will you do that for me?"
She shook her head. "Whatever I tell you, no matter what it is. It means a lot to me, and I really want it. Will you?"
I thought about it. There were a lot of scenarios I did not want to act out, but the truth was, I would do almost anything for someone I loved, and I did love Rhianna.
"All right. If I can do it, I will. Now, what have I promised to do?"
Her eyes were dancing. "Just what you said you would do. Treat me like the dirty, shameless bitch I am, humiliate me, use me as your fuck slave, then put a collar on me, chain me down, and have a gang of real dogs fuck me every which way."
"For real. I've never even thought about doing anything like that before, but with you telling me to do it, I'm all set to do it, right now."
"You'd do that with a dog?" I still could not believe what I was hearing.
"Barbara said she did it with lots of dogs, and even with a HORSE. I think that would really tear me up inside and stretch me out, though, and I want to stay tight for you. I don't think most dogs are very big, so I could probably take a medium-sized dog, just fine.
"The main thing, though, is not the dog. It's being treated that way by YOU. I want to be your bitch, and when you talk that way to me, and handle me that way, I know I belong. You can fuck me yourself, in the cunt, the ass, or the mouth, or you can have a dog -- or even a horse, although that would really hurt me -- fuck me. You can pass me around to fuck or suck all your friends -- just please, don't make me get pregnant by one of them. I don't want any babies but yours.
"I am your bitch in heat," she said, "command me."
"Wow," I said. "How many of those things do you want as part of your fantasy?"
"Oh! I wasn't still talking about the fantasy. No, the fantasy is to have you treat me like a dirty, shameless bitch, humiliate me in front of the others, fuck me that way, and then call in a real dog to fuck me when you are done. Maybe you fuck me in my ass instead of my cunt, if you are feeling like it. Maybe have the dog, or a second dog, fuck me in the mouth, just like you were describing. Maybe spank me, or whip me. The main thing is that you treat me that way in front of the others."
She gave a little wriggle. "Speaking of being fucked in the ass, though. . ."
I raised my eyebrows again. "You REALLY are in an adventurous mood tonight."
"I'm still a little sore from that spanking," she said, "and I think a good, hard, ass-fucking is just what I need right now. Could you indulge me?"
Elise had brought some body oil in, and there was plenty of it available. I sent Rhianna off to the bathroom, while I helped myself to a glass of wine at the bar. She came back in about ten minutes, and I poured her a large glass of wine, too.
"Trying to get me tipsy, so you can take advantage of me?" she giggled.
"You've discovered my plan!" I said. I saw that Elise was awake, looking at us lazily, and caressing a nipple as she watched her daughter. I held up a wine glass to her and raised my eyebrows, but she shook her head. Right. Pregnant.
I looked back at Rhianna, then said, "I want you to relax. Just lie back, enjoy the wine, and let yourself go."
Rhianna leaned back against me, and she, Elise and I began to talk. Every now and then, I'd encourage Rhianna to drink a little more wine. By the time she'd finished the big glass, she was getting loose enough that she didn't seem to notice my lubricating her and myself, and didn't really start paying attention to what I was doing until I started pushing against her opening, and popped right in.
Rhianna gave a huge gasp, and started to pull away and tighten up. I just held her hips, and kissed her until she calmed down, poured a bit more oil on her crack, and began to move in and out. I slowly began to increase the length of my thrusts, until I was going all the way in, and coming all the way back to almost popping out. I poured a little more oil on my member, and then began to increase the speed. As I did, Rhianna began to gasp and give little cries.
It took a few more minutes, but I was finally able to start giving her what she had asked for, which was a really hard ass-fucking. I moved her over to in front of the bar, where there was a nice, solid brass rail for her to hang onto. That turned out to be too close to the floor for my comfort, so I put her belly over one of the stools, so she could brace herself against the wall of the bar, with her legs down to the ground. Her head and shoulders were under the bar itself, so she had to stay down at the perfect angle for entry.
Once I had her there, I poured a little more lubricant, took a solid grip on both hips, and hammered her as hard and fast as I possibly could. I was banging into her buns with all the violence I could muster, and her toes were curling, and she was making deep, grunting groans that sounded more powerful that screams. Her legs were off the ground, and her knees were up beside the stool seat.
I only managed to keep that up for a minute before coming, but I think she came almost continuously for that whole time. When it was time for me to come, I held myself all the way in, and reached around under her, and thrust my finger in her vagina in time with my spurts. She didn't make any sounds at all, other than a slight gagging sound, but all her limbs flopped at once, in time with my pulses.
When she was done, I waited until I slipped out, then carried her into the shower. Like the others, she was completely unconscious. I cleaned her up entirely, without waking her up, then put her in the big bed, tucking her in, and climbing in behind her, to spoon myself around her bottom. She never woke up, but gave a little sigh, and dropped from unconscious to asleep.
In the morning, I awoke to see Elise, riding my hips. She wasn't moving up and down, she was just sitting on me, with my morning erection inside her. "Hello, beautiful," I said, and pulled her down to kiss me. She began, slowly, to move on me, and kept that up for what must have been thirty minutes before coming. I made love to her tenderly and slowly for that entire half an hour. When she finally came, her orgasm triggered mine, and we finished together.
After, she rolled over and snuggled to her daughter. I got up to take care of my bladder, and checked the time. Almost five -- I wanted to get down to the house before first light, and that was just about now. I kissed both ladies, but neither woke up. I got my clothes on, climbed up through the hatch, and hiked on down to the house.
Maggie wasn't where I'd left her, but I found her asleep in my bed. I climbed in with her and snuggled up. She smiled, turned away so I'd fit against her better, and went back to sleep. In a moment, she was breathing deeply and steadily.
I stayed with Maggie until she woke up, which wasn't until after nine. I was watching her sleep when I felt her breathing change. A moment later, her eyes were open, and she was smiling. I let her up so she could use the bathroom, then we both got some clothes on and went in search of breakfast.
The security guard had brought the morning paper up, and I got a real shock. On the front page of the paper, ABOVE the fold, was a nice picture of me, and the following story.
"WE WERE WRONG!
"Last week, we printed a story about a young man who had been attacked at his own high school graduation, by an enraged father. We said a number of things about that young man in the story which were not only not true, they were very harmful. Among other things, they caused him to lose a full-tuition scholarship to Torr University.
"Over the past few days, we have come to know Daniel Thompson. We have learned he is an individual with a kind and generous heart, no meanness in him at all, and solid integrity. We regret the harm we caused him and his family, and we hope that Torr will see fit to reinstate his scholarship, as he seems to be a most extraordinary individual.
"In addition to the things we learned about his character, we learned he is a genuine hero, and does not, generally, want people to know it. A few weeks ago, he saved seven lives from almost certain death, by facing up to some extremely dangerous people and some very unfavorable odds. He did so twice. The second time, he was unarmed, facing up to men with guns.
"Here is something you won't see on television. We made a big mistake, but we regret it, and we are working to make it right. They make more and bigger mistakes on television, of course, but you will not see them back off from their profits, even when they know what they are doing is wrong.
"We regret our part in bringing harm to Daniel Thompson, and we hope he will accept this sincere apology for what it is. Due to some unfortunate indiscretion by other persons, publicity about him continues to percolate, but we hope that others will have the grace to leave this fine young man alone to continue with his life.
"If Torr University does not see fit to reinstate his scholarship, we are convinced not only that they would be missing an opportunity to gain an outstanding alumnus, but that other fine schools will jump at the opportunity to have an individual of his caliber attend them."
I was still in a daze from reading the story, drinking my chocolate-and-coffee, with Maggie snuggled to my side, when the phone rang. It was George. He had just gotten off the phone with the Dean of Admissions at Torr, and my scholarship had been reinstated.
On his suggestion, I called the judge, and let her know the news. "It's really none of my business," I said, "but I would say that this apology, and the response from Torr, would be enough to let the whole thing go, as far as the editor is concerned."
"But not the reporter."
"No, ma'am -- excuse me, no, Your Honor. He still tried to set up a situation to have a child killed while he took a picture of it to make a story, and it's high time the entire news media got a wake-up call about stuff like that."
"Young man, you continue to impress me with your perception. Would you consider inviting an old woman to visit? I'd really like to meet this new family of yours."
I told her that I would be delighted, and I'm sure it would be all right with the others, but I would still need to get permission, as it was not my property. I asked her if she would be available this Friday evening. She said she was, and so I said someone would be calling to make an invitation.
I spent most of that day on the phone with various members of the circle, seeing if everyone was available Friday night, and seeing how they felt about the judge coming to visit. I was surprised that no one was bothered by her visit, even though the varying ages of the participants might be a problem, if the judge decided to be stuffy about it. She didn't strike me as the stuffy type, though.
Late morning, I got another shock. The phone rang, with an odd double ring. When I picked it up, it was Elise, calling from the bunker. They had found a closet full of phone equipment, and some phone jacks. They closed the breaker that was there, and started plugging a phone into jacks until they hit one that sounded like it had a dial tone. When they dialed 0, the phone rang in the house. We tried a bunch of different ways to call back there from the house, but didn't succeed with it. In the meantime, I was able to give her the news about the article in the paper and the scholarship, and she and Rhianna both were delighted at that. Elise was fine with the judge coming over for a party Friday, but she wanted to come back to the house to prepare for it.
"NO!" I said, as forcefully as I could. "It may be two or three weeks before we know for sure if the wrong person saw your picture. Until then, your life, and your daughter's life, are more important than twenty damned parties."
She reluctantly agreed, but insisted she and Rhianna be able to go to the party itself. When I objected, she said it was that, or no party for anyone. I was tempted to argue, but she was right, it was probably no risk at all -- I was just being paranoid.
I called the judge and left a message to confirm the party invitation. In the message, I gave her the address and phone number of the house.
The next day, Thursday, was spent mainly in party planning and preparations, with Barbara and Maria doing most of the work. In addition to the ten principal women and Maggie, they were going to invite Kate's father George, and the four cheerleaders. I agreed to go up after dark, to escort Elise and Rhianna down to the house.
As there were large glass windows all across the front of the house, we agreed to have the party in two stages, in case there were cameras watching. The formal party with the judge would be on the main floor, but in the back of the house. Later, after the judge left, we could move the whole thing downstairs, where there were no windows at all, before getting the real party started.
I spent Thursday mostly trying to figure out how to make the phones work both ways from the bunker. It was a confusing mess, but by trying out all the jacks in the bunker, I was able to figure out that there was a jack for the house line out there, so Elise could answer the phone in the house without ever leaving the bunker.
Elise told me where to find the room in the house that had apparently been the business office. It was just off of the master bedroom, and had a secretary's office off of it, and a reception room with an outside entrance. I found three phone jacks in there, and tried plugging phones in to all three. One was a house line, and one seemed to be dead, but the third line had sound to it, but not a dial tone. I tried dialing zero on it, and got something that sounded like it might be a ring.
With Elise on the house line with me, and this other phone apparently ringing, Rhianna took a phone around in the bunker, and tried another jack. The first one she tried, resulted in a ring. When she picked it up, we could talk. We both hung up, and she picked it up, and dialed zero. The phone in the office rang.
Dialing a zero from the bunker house line rang all the phones in the house; otherwise, they could use it to answer the house phone, or make outgoing calls -- although anyone in the house could overhear, so it was probably not the drug lord's main line from out there. Dialing zero on the direct line, however, would ring at the other end.
Being able to call in and out did a lot to relieve Elise's and Rhianna's anxiety. While I was out in the bunker, I had a long, gentle lovemaking session with both of them. Rhianna was especially tender toward me, after our last encounter. While cuddling together with the two of them, I asked Rhianna if she was freaked out by what we had done, and she blushed, and said, "a little."
"Want to hold off on the fantasy?" She nodded.
I sighed in relief. I had been amazed at how strongly she had reacted, but the truth was that I did not want to treat anyone that way, ever again. I was willing to do it to help out with something she found exciting, but humiliating someone I loved was not something I enjoyed.
Rhianna, however, surprised me again. "Don't think I'm letting you off the hook!" she said, fiercely, "you promised."
"I'm holding off on the fantasy; I didn't say I was abandoning it. You are still going to keep your promise on it -- all of it. I'm just not ready to do the thing with the dogs yet, as exciting as it sounded."
I shook my head, wondering for the eighty-seventh time if I would ever understand women. I looked over at Elise, to see that she was smiling. I shook my head again.
When I had gotten back down to the house Thursday after dark, Maggie had food ready. I didn't have as large an appetite as I usually do, although Maggie was an outstanding cook. After, we made love, downstairs. Maggie told me that she had tested positive on a home pregnancy test, and that she was very, very happy about it. She had already talked about it with Elise, and they had cried together, and Elise had promised her that she could stay with them forever, and they would raise their children together.
I asked Maggie if she had made love to Elise and Rhianna yet, and she blushed scarlet, and nodded. "Wonderful," I said, and kissed her tenderly. We made gentle love again before drifting off.
Friday evening, everyone came to Elise's house. Elise and Rhianna had come down before dawn, and that meant four of us were able to get the cleaning done before guests started arriving. In addition to the six girls from the original campout, and the four mothers who had been on the second campout, George was there, and Maggie, and Bree, Mary, Joy, and Candi.
Everyone was still circulating around and sharing greeting hugs and kisses when the judge arrived. She was a fairly thin woman in her sixties, and she was dressed in what looked like a fairly modern dress. Elise and I met her at the door, so I could introduce the judge to the hostess. Elise welcomed her in with a hug, and began to introduce her around.
"Please," said the judge. "Call me Margaret. I'm not here in any official capacity at all, so I'd like to be able to let my hair down and get to know personally some people who have impressed me in a big way."
"Sure, Margaret," said Elise. "Do let your hair, down, and relax. This is Lita," she said, introducing her to Lita.
"Hi, Margaret," said Lita, giving her a hug. "And if letting your hair down isn't enough to relax you, I'm sure we can find something else."
"Lita!" said Maria, coming up behind her.
"It's okay -- Maria, is it? It's okay, Maria. While I'm much too old-fashioned to be a part of your little group, I'm very much aware of exactly what you've been doing together, and I'd love to be thought of as worthy of your trust."
Eva came up, and greeted her with a hug. "Won't it affect your disinterested status, Margaret?"
Margaret laughed. "No, as I would have to recuse myself now, on anything having to do with any of you. That means I'm off the hook."
"Good!" Eva said, "then let me give you a proper welcome." She gave Margaret another hug, and a very friendly kiss on the lips. Margaret seemed very surprised, but not upset. Then Maria kissed and hugged her the same way, followed by Elise, then Barbara.
George kissed her hand and then her cheek, and she actually blushed. "Might I suggest, ladies," he said, "that we move to the music room?" That was a room which had no windows.
"Good idea," said Maria, crossing in front of Elise to put a hand on my chest. "I think Danny--"
That was as far as she got. A roar of sound happened all at once, and there were screams, and glass, and blood everywhere. I was down on the floor, and Maria was lying on top of me, and her face was a mask of red. I looked out at the huge window beside us, and an uneven line of stars was stitching itself across the window, accompanied by a staccato sound from outside. I had never heard it before, but I knew what it was. Someone outside was firing a machine gun, trying to kill us all.