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Subject: {ASSM} Social Graces Finishing School Revisited (Chapter 2)
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Social Graces Finishing School Revisited  (Chapter 2)(BDSM,Beast, 
Rape,Prostitution)
 
 
    The ride from the motel not long  as far as time and space.  Kneeling 
naked and still wet, my body  sore.  Eyes looking to my client as he sits 
using a leather crop with a  loop on the end to trace over my body.  Lifting my 
chin with it to gaze  into his eyes, as he moves it slowly over my breasts, 
the loop catching the hard  point of my nipple and teasing and tugging it 
and then working the other  side.  Feeling composed and able to resist giving 
him a moan of pleasure as  it runs the end of the crop slowly across my 
lower chest and tummy and then  along my thighs and tracing the puffy lips of 
my outer labia.  My body  tight as he slips it between the slit of my lips 
and with a little pressure  pushes one lip open and exposes the glistening 
moisture wetting my walls.   Sawing it slowly between the swollen lips and then 
pulling it free and giving a  hard tap on already engorged and sore tissue 
of my labia.  Alternating  between caressing with the tip and striking my 
flesh.  Working it from  knees to my breasts, the sting of the crop giving 
quick bites of pain on my  sensitive nipples and now on my small pearl.  After 
the sting, the throb of  pleasure radiating to my core.  The sadist working 
my body slowly towards a  crescendo of pleasure/
    Not even looking out the  darkened windows at the familiar road and 
building as wend our way into the city  of Poughkeepsie and into the parking 
garage of the Grandview Hotel.  The  car idling for a minute as it is parked 
in a VIP spot.  
    A soft moan of frustration as  the crop is put away, "we will have to 
dress you for the hotel my dear  Raven.  Mr. Nachtwald, motioning for me to 
lean forward and watching his  eyes as he reapplies the clover clamps from 
earlier in the night.  Again  hanging the light chain between them and a 
series of small weights to add  pressure to the clamp and tighten it more.  The 
clamps already cutting at  the blood supply of the nipples.  The bruised 
tissue throbbing and I know  will become a dull ache once again, till they are 
removed.  His fingers  moving to my labia and tapping lightly on my clit as 
he considers whether to  apply those clamps again or not, then handing me 
then pressing the vibrating egg  into my tunnel and using two clover clamps to 
seal the lips  closed.
    The hand restrains removed as he  indicates that I should dress once 
more.  The small cross at my neck,  leaving it as I drop the dress over my 
head once again.  Metallic blue, the  neckline exposing the small cross, as the 
skirt drop to my knees.  No bra  or panties or hose in the small pile of 
clothing.  The bolero top covering  my shoulders and upper arms.  Rising to 
sit down on a seat, the gown  falling almost to my ankles, as I slip on my 
high heels.  Fingers combing  my hair and pulling it into a rough braid.
    Not even want to look in a  mirror to see what I look like; but knowing 
it has to be like a woman after a  rough night.  The gown will give me a 
look of respectability as we head to  the penthouse suite.  I am assuming he 
has that reserved as he has in the  past.  The leather collar, wrist and 
ankles bands taken off and place in a  small valise which holds my bra, panties 
garter belt, hose and jewelry.  My  hand bag grasped tightly as Mr Nachtwald 
takes my arm and leads me into the  lobby of the Hotel and to a bank of 
elevators.  Nodding to a few  acquaintances and the air door closing behind us. 
 
    The damnable vibration of the  egg bouncing in the dark pocket of my 
cunt.  The bastard having it on high  and just trying to concentrate to walk a 
chore at this point.  My body  keyed up from the cropping in the car.  
Leaning against the side of the  elevator car as it whisks us quickly to the top 
floor.  Stepping out into  the short corridor and waiting.  
    "Strip."  The one word  enough for me to understand.  Slipping my shoes 
off and standing barefoot  as I take off the bolero and fold it neatly in 
the hallway and then my  gown.  Piling them on top of my shoes and then 
adding my hose, bra and  panties and jewelry and hand bag.
    My only adornment, other then  the coloring of my skin tone from the 
abuse,  a simple gold cross at my  neck, the nipple clamps and the clamps 
sealing my pussy.  Taking one deep  breath and another as I wait for my next 
direction.  This most likely will  be my last moments of solitude for the next 
day or more.  I have seen the  two Jokers, that mean he has bought two days, 
48 hours of my time.  The  last time he did not use all of his allotted 
hours; but this time he has not  really used me in his physically sadistic 
mode.  Not knowing the time; but  expecting that it must be near midnight.
    Standing naked in the empty  hall; but knowing it is not really empty 
as the cameras are recording this  hallway.  The red light visible as I stand 
fully facing it.  The hard  tips of my breasts thrusting long and thick 
from my smallish breasts.  The  clamps tightly encircling the very sensitive 
and bruised  nipples.  The other clamps visible on my labia, sealing my pussy 
as they  dig into that sensitive tissue.  The egg bouncing around enclosed 
in  the warm; but very wet darkness of my cunt.  
    Standing naked, knowing that I  am being displayed for the camera, 
letting me know that he cares not what others  see of my body and that even now, 
my nakedness may be exposed to more then just  the security guards 
watching.  The stills or videos may be downloaded for  all I know.
    Finally the collar taken from  his leather valise and placed around my 
neck again.  And then the leather  wrist and ankle bands.  The leash 
attached to the collar and short lengths  of chain attached to my wrists, securing 
them once  more behind my back and  my ankles held to a short step as a foot 
long length of chain is  attached.
    His lips touching my cheek in a  soft kiss, as he stands to the side 
and undoes one of the nipple clamps, then  the other.  The blood flow from the 
first throbbing quickly in my nipple  and my body shaking as I am unable to 
soothe the rush of circulation.  And  as the one subsides to a dull ache, 
the next rush of blood surges in my other  breast.  Shaking like a dog, as my 
feet stay riveted to the floor.  My  eyes fluttering and tongue wetting my 
dry lips.  Taking a deep breath and  another as I await and am rewarded with 
the undoing of my lower clamps from my  labia and the flow of sensation to 
that tissue you once again.  A grunt of  dismay as I try to clench my cunt 
to hold the egg; but feeling my walls easing  and the egg slipping from my 
greasy cunt and with a bounce roll on the parquet  floor.  My eyes following 
the movement and focused on the final resting  spot.
    "Wait here you worthless  cunt.  You are getting old aren't you.  You 
can't even hold that egg  inside yourself for even five seconds."  My client 
walking away and  slipping the key card into the slit.  The green light 
flashing and the  handle slipping down to let him inside.  Trembling as I stand 
flatfooted  and await my fate; for losing the egg will bring a response that 
most likely  will be painful.
    Returning to the hallway a crop  in hand, slap it against his leg as he 
walks up to me.  Using the tip of it  to again tease and arouse my flesh.  
Bringing me to the edge with touches  and soft caresses, as I tremble in 
place, my body so close to an orgasm.   Then a scream ripped from my throat, as 
the crop strikes with force on my leg  nipple.  The sound of it against the 
metal loud in the almost empty  hallway.  The next hard stroke pulling on 
the chain looping the clover  clamps together and the clamps biting hard into 
my nipples, as I groan loudly  and bend forward.  The crop now moving 
quickly again finding one and then  another sensitive and defenseless spot.  The 
pleasure of minutes ago lost  as he rains a barrage of blow on every part of 
my body as I cower unable to  protect myself.
    And needless to say, the painful  blows are a full edged sword, as they 
bruise my flesh; but also stimulate  it.  Under the pain is a layer of 
pleasure not quite able to build in me;  but just on the edge of sensation.  His 
harsh breathing attesting to the  force and speed of his blows.  My body 
flinching as he swings the crop  again and again but doesn't connect.  A sheen 
of sweat on my skin in spite  of the coolness of the hall from the air 
conditioning.
    "Now my dear, you will retrieve  that egg and you will off it to me and 
apologize for dropping it.  Do you  understand you stupid cow?  And you 
will not use your hands in the  retrieval.  Now I want you to bring it to me."  
    The awkward baby steps because  of the close ankle chain causing me to 
slowly move to the egg almost to the far  end of the penthouse corridor.  
Finally, with effort making it to the spot  and struggling to squat and kneel, 
lowering my head to pick up the slick egg  with my mouth.  I can hear the 
vibration of the metal oval as my lips open  and.......the crop strikes the 
small oval like a polo ball and sends it back  behind me to stop in front of 
the elevator.  Then a slap between my legs  startling me and falling to the 
floor on my side.  
    "Now you need to crawl after the  egg girl, are you getting tired, are 
you ready to give in?"  The crop  slapping at my body till I start inching 
my way across the floor to the  elevator.  My nipples rubbing on the floor as 
I scuttle like a crab/snail  till I am laying next to the egg, then 
following it slowly till I can suck it  into my mouth like I was bobbing for 
apples.  Not able to stand up, but  crawling to a wall and leaning against it as I 
slowly brace myself and force  myself into a standing position.  Breathing 
heavy as I finally short step  to Mr. Nachtwald and offer the egg to him, 
dumping the slick toy into his open  hand.
    His hand grabbing the leash and  leading me into the penthouse suite.  
The suite much the same as five years  ago when he had brought me here after 
an Opera.  Shuffling behind him,  naked and sore and tired.  The night 
already long.
    "This is Hans, he works for me  Raven."  Hans having that Teutonic 
look, Tall, short cropped blonde hair,  stocky of built.  His face stern as he 
nods in acknowledgement to meeting  me.  Not sure that I present a very 
attractive presence, as I stand naked  and bound in front of him.
    "Take her to the shower and hose  her down."  Hans, taking the lease 
and leading me to a smaller bathroom,  other then that for the master bedroom. 
 Standing meekly waiting as he  rolls up the sleeves of his white shirt 
exposing brawny forearms.  Reaching  in for the flexible shower hose and 
turning on the water to spray me with the  initial blast of water which is cold.  
Huddling, shivering as I stand open  to the blast of water, eyes closed as 
he pounds my body with the full force of  the icy needles.  
    His face not reflecting any  emotion as he turns it to a warmer and 
then hotter setting.  The pellets of  water spraying off the shower walls, as 
he focuses the spray and pounds each  inch of my flesh.  His only words, 
"open your legs wide, bend over."   As he forces the water into my openings, 
washing out the scum of the motel room  better then I did in the nasty shower a 
the motel.  His focusing on my  vagina and rectum, a douche and enema, 
washing anything left in my body  out.  Even though it was not reflected in his 
words or face or body, the  shower as torment and humiliation as he 
dispassionately scrubs the filth from my  body.
    "Shake like a dog, bitch."   His words not venting any humor as I try 
to shake the droplets of water from my  body and hair.  Stepping out to his 
beckoning hand and feeling his strong  fingers working the rough towel over 
my body.  Not drying me in any sexual  way; but in a very efficient manner.  
Following his lead back to where my  client is sitting his coat and tie off 
now.
    The weight of Hans hands on my  shoulder, pushing me to my knees in 
front of Mr. Nachwald.  Looking at him  as he opens his trousers, and places 
his semi erect cock to my lips.   Opening my mouth, wetting my lips as he 
pulls my head forward and my lips seal  around it and begin suckling as he using 
my wet hair to fuck his cock.  The  blood engorging it to a steely hard 
core as he talks with Hans, as he gives  himself oral sex with my mouth.  
    The head swelling and  bursting,  An eruption of cream coating the 
inside of my mouth and slipping  down my throat as I suck at the knob, drawing 
the white cream from the hard man  pipe.  No gasp or grunt, or tensing of his 
body as he empties his balls  into my mouth and stomach.  Then pulling his 
softening cock out for my to  suckle the tip and clean it as he slowly milks 
his fingers around the  shaft.  Just a vessel to deposit his seed.
    Hans pulling me up as I struggle  to stand and leading me to what will 
be my place of repose for the night.   A corner of the main room set up with 
a low table and an apparatus that the  function of is quite apparent.  Mr. 
Nachtwald not in sight as my hands and  legs are affixed to the low table.  
Hans busy making sure my positioning is  just right, strapping my mid 
section to the table also.
    Then moving the apparatus into  position and using a thick glob of 
lubricant, coating the outside and inside of  my pussy.  The realistic dildo in 
the shape of a thick erect phallus,  placed at the entrance to my pussy and 
manually inserted into my oily  flesh.  The thick cock filling my entrance, 
spreading my lips as Hans  pushes it deep and makes more adjustments.  Then 
manually working the  piston a couple of time to insure that it is working 
properly.
    Standing back and then pressing  the control for the machine.  The long 
thick ersatz prick burying in my  tunnel and then coming back out till it 
is just at the entrance, head still  inside of me.  His eyes watching the 
fuck machine as he again fills my  tunnel and then backs out.  The long slow 
strokes, not uncomfortable and a  soothing rhythm as I lay back and look up at 
this man.  Not visible  reaction to the machine taking my body.  His eyes 
focused on the machine  then looking at me and my reaction.
    "Does it hurt, feel  uncomfortable?"  His words not concern, but those 
of a man making sure  everything is as it should be.  "It feels right."  My 
words not  showing excitement or pleasure, as I stare back at the man.
    "It will be a long night  Raven.  You heard what Mr Nachtwald's 
instructions were to me.  If you  feel pain and are being physically hurt you are 
to press the button in your hand  and it will wake me, or you might call me 
vocally if you can't press the  button.  If you wake me with your noise and 
something is not wrong, I will  increase the speed and maybe size.  If you 
want it to stop, you will inform  me that you want to give Mr. Nachtwald your 
"safeword".  I might come out  and adjust thing during the night if I wake 
up.  Any  questions?"
    Shaking my head, as I wet my  lips.  Hans bringing me some water and 
tipping it into my mouth and letting  me sip a few times.  The walking to look 
closely at the movement of the  machine and the insertion into my body.  
Leaving the wired remote by the  machine after speeding up the piston 
slightly.  Taking the wireless remote  into the guest bedroom where I expect he is 
sleeping.
    The room darkened and I am left  with the soft rhythm of the machine 
slowly stroking the phallus into my  body.  The strokes like those of a 
patient kind lover.  The size of  the phallus a bit thicker and longer then I 
would say a normal man's; but not  uncomfortable.
    I know it is after 1 AM as I saw  a grandfather clock counting the 
seconds away.  I have never had a man fuck  me for five straight hours or more.  
I don't know what is considered  morning here and when this machine will 
finish.
    My cunt expanding and closing as  the shaft works in and out of my 
body.  Closing my eyes and thinking in  terms of a man using my body, not some 
cock on the end of a metal piston.   Finding it more pleasurable as I think 
of a lover in the dark.  My walls  seeping my grease to add to the lube 
already in my body and on the shaft.   Controlling my moans as I so want to hump 
to the phallus, feeling a long slow  soft orgasm take my body and then as 
the minutes move on another longer one as I  clench on my lover.  Still a soft 
love session as the shaft continues to  explore my cunt.  The long slow 
strokes massaging my  insides.
    My body jerking as I feel the  machine speed up, the cock pumping in 
and out quickly now.  A moan building  in my throat, as the sudden change of 
pace has my body rocking into the hard  shaft.  Above the internal moans 
trapped behind my closed lips, I can hear  the dull thump of the cock thrusting 
and the wet suction of my cunt around it as  it pulls free.  The steady 
rhythm had kept me in a semi awake state, and  comfortable with continuous 
pleasure.  Now the speed of the thrusts have  awakened my body and I can feel a 
slow buildup in my core as the nerve endings  are shooting jolts of pleasure. 
 My nipples hard and thrusting proudly into  the almost darkness of the 
room.  The AC kicking in and washing the cool  air over the already engorged 
nubs.  
    My legs trembling as I focus my  mind on the impending orgasm.  Eyes 
closed as I picture in my mind a  meeting of two bodies and all the hot sweaty 
sex that goes with it.  My ass  cheeks clenching as I try to raise my hips 
up off of the low table.  
    Then a groan of frustration as  the thrusting slows and stops all 
together.  My eyes opening and seeing the  dark silhouette against the doorway of 
the guest room.  My good friend  Hans is watching, has been watching, 
listening.  His form stepping  closer.  His hand finding my thigh and dragging up 
my thigh to my stomach  and then breast.  His fingers closing on the turgid 
tip and the hard pads,  pressing and squeezing, compressing the sensitive 
end.  My lips breaking  their silence with a low moan as he kneels alongside 
of me.  The pressure  of his fingers firmly clamped on my nipple and the 
pulling it from my chest and  twisting it slowly.  Another moan of pain and 
pleasure.  
    A soft harsh laugh as he  whispers into my ear.  "Raven, you are so 
close aren't you girl.  You  think this is all about pleasuring you.  No.  It 
is about conditioning  you girl."  His tongue licking along the side of my 
neck, flicking gently  on the soft delicate flesh, as his fingers continue to 
mash my left  nipple.  Then a whimper as his other hand has now found my 
folds and is  massaging the small button of my clitoris.  My body quivering to 
his touch,  being played like a musical instrument as the pain and pleasure 
alternate and  interweave.  The flesh of my stomach rippling like grass 
blowing before the  wind.
    Thighs tenses and hips turned up  and lifting to her finger on my clit. 
 My body rising and falling as I try  to rub on his finger with my 
throbbing clit.  "Bastard, you fucking  bastard."  My voice with a treble of 
frustration as I am so close.   His fingers releasing the my flesh.  As he turns on 
a low night  light.  
    His body now visible.  The  smile like his boss, on his lips; but not 
touching his eyes.  The muscles  rippling on his arms and chest.  His man 
nipples hard.  The scent of  his body strong in the cool air of the room.  His 
lower body out of sight  of my eyes as I lay looking up at him.  His fingers 
now teasing my  stomach.  His warm breath blowing over the diamond like 
tips of my nipples,  causing my body to pull on the bindings.  Soft touches 
arousing me close,  always close; but not enough to go over the top.
    "Are you ready for a nice hard  cum Raven?"  His question soft and low. 
 Nodding my head,  assenting.  "NO.  I want you to ask me, to beg me to let 
you come  girl."  His fingers like a pianist as he works the nerve endings 
from my  head to my lower body and thighs.  Not wanting to have to ask him 
for  anything; but my body not cooperating as I twist and turn on the  table. 
 Not able to escape his touch.
    Sweat breaking out on my body as  the piston starts up again very slow. 
 The strokes long and slow as I pull  hard at my bonds.  My lips trembling 
as I clamp my mouth closed  hard.   Eyes wide as the dildo plummets my 
insides and pulls free in  an agonizing slowness.
    "Please Hans,"  my lips dry  as I close my eyes and ask.  "Please give 
me this cum, I am so  close."  The stroke of the piston like a drum as it 
pounds into my pussy  with precision.  My words spilling from my mouth now as 
his finger presses  on my clit, the short nail raking over the warm 
throbbing button.  My moans  in between my words rising in octaves an loud in my 
ears, as I tug and pull on  the bindings.
    "Bastard, bastard, fucking  bastard.  Please, my fucking gawd, please 
fuck me and give me a cum."   The smell of my sex and sweat merging as I lay 
wet and leaking my juices from my  cunt onto my labia and thighs and a 
puddle where my ass sets on the  table.
    Hans standing up and seeing the  bulge of his hardness against the 
light sleep pants.  His fingers pulling  on the draw strings and letting them 
drop as he steps out of them.  His  long thick shaft, uncut; but sporting an 
angry knot of flesh.  Watching as  he stops the machine, moves it out of the 
way and then doing a pushup, lowering  his body onto mine and his thick 
head, parting my lips and sliding into the  velvety wetness of my needy cunt.  
My walls convulsing around his cock in a  violent grasp.  Hissing as the cock 
is buried to the base.  Then his  body tensing, drawing himself up and out 
and then back inside of my molten  flesh.  A few more strokes and my lower 
body is convulsing around his prick  coating it with my slime as the walls 
squeeze and clench.  Body shuddering  with a long hard release as he continues 
to pound deep and hard long after I  have cum and lay helpless under his.  
    A quick grunt the only sound as  he spill his seed deep in my cunt, 
coating my walls and the opening to my womb  with his thick white cream.  It is 
probably only me; but I swear I can feel  that head swelling and spitting 
the seed in rifle shots.  Pushing himself  up and to his feet then leaning to 
wipe his cum on my mouth and face, coating me  with his and mine grease 
juices.  Then a sip of water and  another.
    My body still coming down from  my sharp release, and feeling 
lightheaded as I feel him move the damnable  machine back into place and the piston 
drives the battering ram into my cunt  with a wet squishy sound.  Hans 
watches for a minute or so and then turning  off the light returns to his room and 
I return to fucking darkness.  The  prick never faltering as it assails my 
tunnel.
    My body becoming  immune to  the unending strokes forcing their way 
into my open tunnel.  The early  pleasure of the false cock, now a dull 
uncomfortable feeling.  The darkness  dragging into an unending night.  Not able to 
block the steady fucking from  my mind, not able to sleep as each stroke 
rocks my body and jolts my dozing mind  awake.
    At one point counting the  strokes like an exercise routine.  No 
respite as the exercise goes past the  point of my consent.  The only variation in 
the steady ticking of the cock  in my cunt, is a time frame when Hans must 
have woke up and sped of the  frequency of the piston.
    My cunt swollen and bruised and  numb as I watch light slowly creeping 
over the ceiling and walls.  My time  driven by each stroke that violates my 
body.  So tired and sore as I try to  focus on things in the room rather 
then the steady pounding of my pussy.  
    The damp moisture between my  legs sticky cream beaten into a froth 
inside of me and then suctioned out to  pool in the nest formed by my thighs 
and ass cheeks.  A couple of small  taken orgasms during the long night; but 
mostly the boredom.  Feeling the  lubrication become lest viscious as my 
walls are not adding to the moisture  anymore as it is broken down inside of my 
body.  The shaft not sliding  slickly into my hole; but forcing the walls 
open.  The dry fuck in the  future if I can't produce lube or Hans doesn't add 
more to the  mixture.
    I know that it will be a long  day, maybe not as long as this night; 
but a long painful day and that my cunt  will be used in this time period.  I 
just hope that it is not too badly  bruised already. Thinking about pleasure 
and erotic situations in my past;  rather then the present and what is 
possible in the near future.
    An audible sigh as I hear  movement in Hans room.  My legs and arms 
cramping as they did during the  night.  So needing to be freed and away from 
this infernal machine.   If I lift my head I can see the cock driving into my 
pussy, my fat cunt lips  splitting and a bulge in my mound as it fills my 
cunt.
    Head lifting again, as I hear  the door open to Hans room and he steps 
out.  Stretching and walking past  me to the kitchenette and starting a pot 
of coffee.  Ignoring me as he sits  down and turns on the morning news.  The 
sound mute, almost inaudible in  the room.  Then as turning it off and 
making himself a cup of fresh brewed  coffee.  Bringing it over and standing 
looking down at me as I lay spread  and well used on the low table.
    Setting down his cup on the  floor and then kneeling to stop the piston 
and slip the ersatz cock from my  cunt.  His fingers touching the swollen 
lips and my body jerking as the  bruised lips are pulled and pinched in his 
strong fingers.  One finger  again rubbing on my clit and feeling a bit of 
pleasure at his delicate touch;  but also the dull aching pain of his fingers 
on my cunt lips.  Wishing they  were numb as they throb.  My walls sore as 
he inserts a couple of fat  fingers into my body.  Writhing on the table to 
escape his probing  digits.  Biting my lower lip to keep from groaning and 
begging him to  stop.
    Then thanking him as he unbinds  my legs and arms, his hands helping me 
to an upright position as I sit on the  table.  No modestly to shield my 
body as I slump unmoving, legs spread  wide, so as not to force the swollen 
labia against each other.
    Thanking Hans again as he brings  me a bottle of water and a jar of 
aloe cream.  Not needing to ask what it  is for as I can feel the sore dry 
flesh as my fingers gingers apply the cream to  my cunt lips.   It is soothing 
and takes the ache to a dull  soreness.  The water thirstily being swallowed 
as I can feel my stomach  roiling with the sudden influx of liquid.
    Sitting tired and mentally and  emotionally worn down.  Not even sure 
how my body feels at the  moment.  A cup of coffee warming my hands as the AC 
is again blowing across  my naked body.  In addition to whatever else I 
take from this weekend, I  think I may end up with a cold.  Smiling ruefully as 
I sip the coffee and  wait for the next bit of attention.
    Mr Nachtwald stepping from  his master bedroom in a robe and silk 
pajamas.  Looking at me and  beckoning me over to the easy chair he is sitting 
in.  Standing up and  taking a step.  "Crawl to me Raven."  Slipping down to 
me knees and  crawling slowly over to him, feeling the fat cunt lips rubbing 
as I move each of  my legs.  My lower body so uncomfortable. as I kneel  to 
the side of  him.  Him reading the newspaper and drinking coffee, ignoring 
me as I  kneel obediently as a dog heeling to its master.
    A knock on the door of the suite  and Hans answering it, stepping aside 
to let a breakfast cart be pushed into the  room.  My eyes watching as the 
woman pushing the cart spots me  and flushes and looks at my nakedness.  My 
nipples thrusting proudly  from my chest and my thighs parted exposing the 
fat swollen red cunt lips.   The catch of breath enough to know she is 
shocked; but not words other then  explain what is on the cart to Hans.
    The woman hurrying out of the  room and most likely going to tell all 
of her friends what she has seen.   Wondering if she recognized me from past 
times in the hotel and what she  felt as she looked at me.  Shame, horror, 
jealousy.  Most likely not  jealousy; but maybe a tingle of pleasure at the 
thought of being  me.
    Looking up to my client as he  lifts my chin and breaks off and feeds 
me a piece of a sweet roll.   Chewing it obediently and swallowing.  Then 
being fed more as Mr. Nachtwald  enjoys the repast set out on the cart.  
    "My dear, we are going to go on  a day trip that I think you will 
enjoy.  You did enjoy our little night  trip down memory lane for you?"  His 
irony not lost on me as I am sent off  to the spare bathroom to freshen up after 
being given a bowl of cereal to eat  from the floor and a bowl of mixed 
fruit in juices to eat and lap up like a  pet.  Being sent to the bathroom to 
freshen up and relieve  myself.  Sitting on the bowl looking up at Hans isn't 
very conducive  to having to go to the bathroom.
    Slipping on my dress one more  time to look presentable as we walk 
through the lobby.  My leather cuffs  safely held by Hans for when we are out of 
this public place.  My hair  combed back and no makeup or jewelry other 
then the small gold cross around my  neck.  Not looking to either side as my 
client takes my arm and leads me to  the waiting limo.  Hans joining us in the 
back, as we  drive east.  
    Slipping my dress off as I kneel  in the back and the leather cuffs on 
my ankles and wrists and collar replaced as  my attire.  A leather leash 
attached to the collar as my arms  are behind me, held by a short length of 
chain to the cuffs and a little  longer one to my ankles to allow me to shuffle.
    Feeling my hair gathered  together in back and a leather thong holding 
it in a ponytail.  My head  lifted up and feeling the sting of a hand 
slapping across my breasts and  nipples, as I stare up at the ceiling.  The hand 
slamming into the small  mounds again and again and then feeling a crop used 
in place of the hand, the  quick sting more closely localizing the attack..  
The end of the crop  striking nipples and labia and clitoris.  Occasional 
strokes on the stomach  and inside of my thighs and then tiring, the crop 
passed to Hans who now works  it over my and ass cheeks and thighs with a swat 
coming from the floor to splat  wetly between my legs.  
    The still swollen flesh, again  weeping some of my moisture onto the 
end of the crop as it swats and pushes into  my pussy and ass.  The first 
attention of the morning enough to arouse me  to the pain and pleasure; but not 
enough to make me cry out.  Eyes defiant  as I look at my client.  Daring 
him to be able to make me moan or  scream.
    The big car slowing at a private  estate on 22A.  Not hearing as the 
chauffeur speaks into a security system  and the large steel gate swing open 
to admit us.  The men no longer teasing  me with the crop as I kneel between 
them on the floor.  The road paved and  open fields on either side as we 
head to what I would call a stately  manor.  This part of Dutchess County is 
known for its large estates and  farms.  Many well known celebrities living in 
the beautiful and mostly  undeveloped country out this way.
    As we pull up to the house, Mr  Nachtwald steps out and then Hans, 
holding onto my leash.  Head down as I  stand totally naked as introductions are 
made and then a woman comes over and  takes my leash and leads me 
wordlessly to a caged walkway running along the side  of the house.  Meekly following 
the young woman as my client walks into the  main door of the manor.
    Not at all sure what this place  is or what is the intent; but just 
following.  Finally a series of cages  alongside of the building in which I can 
see two other naked women, younger then  me by quite a bit.  And then taken 
to a small building attached to the  "human kennel."  At least that is the 
way I feel about the caged and the  run alongside the house.
    Stepping into the building and  into what looks like an examination 
room.  Looking quizzically at the woman  who brought me here and feeling her 
taking off the chains holding my arms behind  my back and the one at my 
ankles.  The woman walking around me looking me  up and down and then instructing 
me to stand in place.
    Another woman in a white coat  coming in and not speaking but again 
inspecting me visually and then taking  vitals, of blood pressure weighing and 
measuring my height, and temperature as  if I was having a doctor's 
examination.  Listening to my heart and lungs as  I cough and hold my breath.  
    "Sit down, we are going to take  a blood sample and then I will do some 
more examination of your body."  No  explanation of what is going on as she 
takes vials of blood and feeling her hand  palpitate my breasts and lower 
pubic area and then having me lay back and  check my genitals thoroughly, 
outside and inside. 
    "Obviously you have been trained  lately, and the extreme swelling of 
your labia are the result of what my dear  girl?"   Nodding her head as I 
explain the my night with my  "relentless lover."  No reaction other then to 
take some  salve and rub it over the swollen and bruised lips and nipples.
    "Depending on your blood work,  that we are running, we will certify 
you as fit."  Curious; but not asking  any questions.  Then taking a glass of 
creamy white liquid and drinking it  slowly, the thickness of the cream, not 
quite that of a shake; but liquid warm  and tasting a bit salty.  Using 
water to wash it down and then taking a  pill and washing that down also.
    Not sure what to expect as I am  led back to the kennels.  And put into 
a cage with a bowl of water on the  floor and a mat in one corner.  The mat 
looking so appealing as I am tired  and just want to get some sleep.  
"Stand there."  The command from the  woman in charge of my direction at the 
moment.  She leaves and returns with  a leather flail and plugs in an electric 
vibrator.
    "Spread your legs shoulder  length, hands at your sides."  Her words 
unemotional as she takes the flail  and lightly works the leather strips over 
my body.  The blows not hard  enough to leave marks; but hard enough to 
cause my body to flush with a redness  as the leather has snapped in delicate 
and tender spots with consistent  aim.
    My heart rate increasing and  taking long controlled breaths as I try 
to stand stoically against the  onslaught.  The stings biting into my nipples 
and labia and clitoris,  causing  pain and pleasure.  Eyes wide awake now 
as the woman finishes  with the flail and then takes up the electric wand.  
My eyes dropping to  the vibrating head as the woman moves close and places 
it against my  tummy.  The pulsing soothing as I feel her rolling it back and 
forth and  then higher, till it is jiggling the flesh of my left breast.  
My breathing  catching as the wand touches my nipple and I partially bite 
back a moan.   Eyes closing as the vibrator circling and varies in speed over 
one nipple then  the other.  
    My body shaking like a leaf in a  wind storm as she moves it from my 
nipples to my open thighs and then around the  soft swell of my mound.  My 
thighs tense as she deftly moves it closer to  my puffy labia and then runs it 
up and down the sensitive flesh.  My moan  of pleasure escaping regularly as 
she works my body then pulls back.  Hands  trembling at my sides.  My chest 
heaving in long drawn out breaths as I am  not able now to contain the 
sounds drawn from deep inside of me.
    My whole body shaking and knees  bending as she presses the round head 
against my pearl and the pattern of  vibrations have me so close.  Teasing 
me with a few seconds of pressure,  then nothing, then another few.  Building 
a pressure cooker of sensation in  my core.  My cunt seeping my strong 
musky smell of arousal.  My cunt  lips glistening with my grease.  My clit 
pressing against the round head,  leaning into it if she pulls away.  Whimpering 
softly with need as I stand  helplessly past the point of caring and just 
noticing the men watching my  helpless response to the woman's attention.
    Nodding to herself and stepping  away from me as I continue to shake 
and tremble in place.  My moans, still  escaping as my body slowly relaxes, 
eyes opening to look on my audience.   The other girls in the kennels looking 
at me and a smile on one of their  faces.  My control totally in the hands 
of whoever tells me what to do  next.
    "She seems so needy.  Shall  we take her into the house or have her 
done here?'  My eyes focusing on a  man dressed in a green polo shirt and 
khakis just like the woman that had been  handling me.  My eyes going to the logo 
and wording over his left pocket,  "Well Bred Farms, Inc."
    The man looking at an older  gentleman and waiting for the answer.  "We 
are all here right now and what  better place."  His eyes looking at me, 
judging it seems and then nodding  to the man who walks away from the group.  
"Other then being older then  most we have here, she is in good shape.  
Blood work is fine.  I think  she will provide wonderful sport for the 
afternoon."  Talking to the others  as if I am not there at all.
    Looking from one to the other of  the group as woman returns clamps and 
heavy weights hanging from them.  Not  clover clamps this time; but 
alligator clamps.  The wicked teeth looking  shiny and sharp.  Setting them to the 
side as the woman pulls the mat from  the corner of the cage and settles it 
in the middle of the floor.  Then  setting up a tripod with camera on it.  
"Do you want a table?"  Her  question answered with a shake of heads.
    Trying not to think on what is  ahead for me as the woman takes more of 
the salve and rubs it on my labia and  then the electric wand to tease my 
nerve endings awake one more time.  My  eyes closing as I feel the need 
building quickly, the need that hasn't been  satisfied yet today.  Hissing as I 
stand legs spread and body  trembling.
    The tapping on the concrete of  the kennel run, bringing my eyes open 
and focusing slowly on the huge canine  being led to the cage.  My mouth 
falling open as I see a dog that is easily  weighing much more then my 145 
pounds.  
    The behemoth of a dog, whining  and pulling on his leash, great nose 
sniffing nosily at the air.  My eyes  shifting to Mr. Nachtwald and then to 
the others in the group.  The buzz of  wand shut off and I can hear my own 
heavy breathing as I look with disbelief to  my client.  His smile pasted on 
his face as he and the others look  on.  
    The older gentleman, who seems  to be in charge, stepping forward to 
pet the huge head of the dog.  "This  is El Cid my dear girl.  He weighs about 
220 pounds and his breeding organ  is about 9 1/4 long.  Mr. Nachtwald 
tells us that you want to be bred for  him by this fine specimen of Spanish 
Mastiff."  His questioning look going  from me to my client.  "Is that correct?  
You consent?"
    The woman's hand is on my back  and stroking my flank as one might a 
balky animal.  Finally after long  seconds, "yes Sir.  I want to be bred."  
So, not wanting to say those  words; but so not wanting to use my "safeword."
    The woman pulling me to the side  as the man leads the monster into the 
cage, the space quickly cramped as the  huge dog stands and growls.  The 
small hair on my body rising up and a  shiver quivers under my skin.
    The woman's hand easing me to  the floor.  "Now give him a nice suck.  
He likes that  attention."  The woman kneeling next to me as I lower my head 
and look  under the heavy coat of fur and see the pink tip of his penis.  A 
sharp  command from the man and the dog stops fidgeting.  Taking my hand 
and  reaching to the red tip and feeling the warmth; but the slimey feel of 
the end  of the cock.  The woman's hand moving to knowingly stroke at the 
sheath and  more of the red shaft emerges.  "Now lick it."  Bending my head and  
smelling strong scent of the fur as my tongue touches the slick shaft and 
swipes  over and around it.  Feeling the shaft extending and the red 
transparent  skin, showing the red veins as I grasp the end and trying not to look 
as I tilt  it to take it in my mouth.  Lips sealing over the dog cock.  
    Feeling my cunt walls and lips  weeping my moisture from the affect of 
the wand and shivering, maybe from what I  am doing.  Not even trying to 
imagine the view I am giving the audience or  the camera as I crouch under the 
huge animal.
    "That is enough."  The  woman indicating that the man pull the dog 
back, a growl again issuing from the  throat.  Then pulling me to the middle of 
the mat and slapping my legs wide  as I kneel on all fours in front of the 
huge canine.  The swipe of his  tongue actually jerking me upright as I feel 
the long flexible muscle slide over  my fat cunt lips.  The nose between my 
thighs, sniffing and snorting as the  tongue explores deeper as the woman 
pushes me back elbows on the  floor.
    The giant furry head buried  between my legs, forcing my thighs further 
apart as the tongue laps deeper into  my cunt.  Moaning and writhing as it 
swipes again and again the wet walls,  insinuating the fleshy tongue against 
the exposed clit.  My whole body  trembling with sensation as they tongue 
swipes one more time.  Not even  feeling the sensation of the clamps 
attaching to my hard nipples, till the teeth  bite deep as she drops the weight, to 
tighten the teeth and pull my small  breasts to downward.  Groaning with the 
pain as they dig into my rubbery  nipples and puncture the skin with the 
sharpness of the teeth.  Eyes  closing as I shake my chest in pain only to 
cause the teeth to bite  deeper.
    This is not my experience with  K9 as it is so called.  The slimey cock 
head slipping between my warm  thighs and grasped by the woman alongside of 
me and then aimed into the fat lips  of my cunt.  A low moan as the long 
shaft fills my tunnel.  The dog  walking up behind me, guided into my cunt.  
The shaft now swelling,  thickening as it pushes my walls apart.  Feeling the 
fullness of the thick  cock and then the pistoning haunches of the big dog 
as he drops onto my back,  almost collapsing my arms.  Grunting to 
physically stay upright as the paws  now grip my waist and the back of the dog 
shaking as he shoves the cock deeper  into my wet cunt.  Crying out and a loud 
scream as the tip pushes at the  entrance to my womb.  Eyes rolling back in my 
head, as I whimper and rock  on all fours.  The dog fucking his bitch hard.  
His growls and panting  in my ear.  His strong fetid breath warm against my 
face and wet sloppy  drool falling onto my back and hair as he rides me 
like he would a canine  bitch.
    The knob pushing at my already  swollen and sore cunt lips and forcing 
them further apart as he jams the thick  ball of flesh against the entrance 
to my cunt.   Sweating beading my  body as he pounds hard and I just fight 
not to be pushed into the concrete floor  of the cage.  I can hear voices; 
but not understand what they are saying,  as a roar fills my head and red 
flashes behind my eyes.  Strands of drool  hang dangling to the floor from my 
mouth as I try to breathe and maintain my  balance.  Time not having meaning 
has his cock takes a hundred, a thousand,  a million strokes into my body.  
My cunt never having filled this full and  the slick head of his cock pushing 
into my womb.  The uncomfortable feeling  worse as my walls grasps the cock 
and then contracts hard again and again and  again on the dog cock.
    My mouth opening in a long low  whimper of fulfillment as I cum hard on 
the dog cock, my orgasm massaging his  shaft, whole body shuddering.  Eyes 
rollling up again in my head as I feel  his cock swelling more and dumping 
his load of seed into his bitch.  The  seed spewing deep into my womb.  
    My cunt again worshiping his  cock with a hard spasm of clenching 
walls.   The woman half supporting  me as I feel the dog shifting and now we are 
back to back and grunting hard as  his knot breaks the grip with my cunt.  
The think dog cum spilling out of  my gaped cunt in a stream of thin seed.  
    A stinging slap on my ass, "hold  that seed in you bitch."  The woman 
slapping my ass again hard.  My  legs trying to close and hold the dog seed 
in my bitch cunt; but more slips free  as I kneel quivering like a well used 
bitch.
    My ears ringing still as I can't  focus, my world just the bruised 
insides of my cunt, as I shake and rock on all  fours.  A loud scream of release 
as I feel fingers raking over my clit and  taking a hard cum from my weak 
body.  Falling to the side as I writhe  around on the floor, the puddle of 
cum coating my body, as the orgasm is long  and hard.  Curling up in a fetal 
position; but quickly slapped back to  awareness, as the woman slaps her hand 
across my facial cheeks and breaks an  ammonia inhalant under my nose.  
Glazed eyes focusing and becoming aware of  the soreness between my legs, and 
then screaming as she opens the alligator  clips and sensation fills my 
nipples once again.
    "Go clean your master  girl."  Trying to thin and then seeing the huge. 
 Crawling over to him  and lower my head to lick at his pink tipped cock, 
still not sheathed  again.   Tasting his cum and my cunt on his cock as I rub 
my face into  his underside.  
    Then crawling back at the  woman's command and licking at the puddle of 
seed on the floor of the  cell.  Not questioning; just responding to the 
commands.  My hands  reaching to my breasts; but slapped away as I am told to 
look up.  My eyes  finding the half circle of people staring at me, as I 
kneel helpless and  open.  The red light of the camera staring me in the eyes.
    My labia feeling swollen and  sore as I kneel and watch the audience 
walk back into the building.  The  huge dog, my master El Cid also taken from 
the cage to leave me alone with this  woman, who seems to be my keeper.
    A bowl of water and one of the  thick cream my substance as lick 
greedily at the water, my lips so dry and my  mouth tasting of cunt and cum.  The 
woman looking at me and taking a  sponge, wiping my face clean of the cum 
and then my breasts of the droplets of  red from the pinpricks around each 
nipple.  Then as I lay on my back, legs  spread, she wipes my labia clean and 
coats it with the soothing salve.   Feeling myself being groomed like the 
bitch dog I just was.
    "May I rest?"  My question  greeted with a shake of her head as she 
walks me up and down the kennel  run.  The leash tugging as my neck collar, as 
I try to keep up her  pace.  My arms again hooked behind me and my ankles on 
a short chain that  lets me shuffle my feet to try to keep up.
    As soothing as the salve is on  my labia, I can feel dog cum running 
out of my body as my body spasms a few  times internally as I am walked.  My 
puffy lips feeling so full and  uncomfortable as they rub on each other with 
each step.  And deep in my  cunt, my womb is aching from the dog bone 
pressing into the  opening.
    Having to concentrate as I am so  tired and weak and weary; as I follow 
this woman.  Not seeing any sympathy  from the two younger, now three in 
cages.  Most likely my fate is theirs  also or has already been their fate.  
Allowed to squat in the corner of the  dog run where there is a drain and 
piss like a dog in the open.  Feeling  the urine wetting my legs, and then 
sprayed down with a hose.
    Not thinking about what has  happened or what will happen next; but 
just trying to keep moving and not earn  another slap from my jailor.  As I 
step into my cage, the woman instructs  me to stand up against the wiring and 
then uses clamps on both of my  breasts, clover leaf one jointed with a chain 
through the wires to keep me  standing upright.  Leaning on the wires and 
closing my eyes as I wearily  stand waiting.  The snap of a crop on my nipple 
bringing me to an awake  state and leaning away from the next slap and 
feeling the pain in my nipples as  the clover clamps tighten on the tender 
flesh.  Screaming with the intense  pain and surprise.
    Feeling the tip of the crop  rubbing my swollen cunt lips and sinking 
between to jab into my tunnel.   Fighting the urge to cry out as the think 
shaft plies the folds of my  pussy.  Then jabbing at my pearl and then slaps 
again on my nipples.   This time not moving away from the wires and taking 
the abuse.
    Fighting the pain and the  pleasure as I force myself to stand tight 
again the squares of wire.   Breathing hard, almost panting like a bitch as 
the crop snaps again and again  against my bruised nipples and labia.  I can 
feel my juices oozing from my  vagina and wetting my cunt lips and thighs.  
The scent of my musk wafting  tantalizingly.  Hands behind my back twisting 
and clenching as I feel  another orgasm building deep in my core.  Whimpering 
as my body trembles  with need.
    Dispassionately, the woman   playing my body like a musical instrument, 
evoking a series of tones and notes  from my pursed lips.  Feeling my 
calves cramping as I wearily lean against  the cage wall and try to keep from 
falling.
    A bottle of water pushed between  the open metal patchwork and the cool 
moisture wetting my lips and quenching  some of the heat in my throat.  The 
chain taken from the nipples clamps and  freeing my body freed to move to 
the entrance of the cage one more  time.
    The lead hooked to my collar and  following obediently as we walk from 
the kennel to a barn like building.   My client and a grouping similar to 
before walking from the main house to the  structure.  Feeling so vulnerable 
and naked as I shuffle behind my  keeper.  The open fields belying the 
freedom that I no long possess.  
    Eyes taking in the blue sky and  lush woods and pastureland extending 
into the distance.  That this is a  working farm attested to by the livestock 
in the distance, grazing peacefully  and the horses running around a 
corralled area.  A distance gunshot  reminding me that this is also the part of 
the county that is home to private  hunting.
    A slight incline and stepping  bare foot into the darkness of the barn 
door opening.  My eyes blinking and  slowly  adjusting as we move from the 
bright sunshine to the shade of the  building.  A we stand at the entrance a 
loud bark breaks the stillness and  I see a series of dog cages, spacious 
and each holding a canine occupant.   A number of the animals standing and 
growling softly as we move past  them.
    The pungent musk of my arousal  stirring the kennel as I see the dogs 
of all breeds pink cock tips extending  from their sheaths.  My heart beating 
faster as we pause and the woman  looks around, letting my bitch scent 
further arouse the multitude of  canines.  Fearfully looking from one to the 
other of the pens.  German  Shepard,  Mastiff, Rotti, Lab, Beagle, Pit Bull, 
and other breeds I can't  identify.  Not sure what the next hour will bring as 
we resume our shuffle  past the kennels and come to more traditional stalls 
for housing horses.  
    The dogs making a clamor to echo  through the spacious barn as we 
continue to move to the back of the barn and  finally stop.  My eyes taking in 
the assortment of chains and items of  bondage and torture lining the walls 
and floor filling the space of what would  normally be the tack room.
    A rope lowered from the ceiling  and attached to my wrist chain and 
then pulled up to the ceiling again.  My  arms pulled up behind me, bending my 
upper body to the floor.  My legs  spreading apart to keep myself stable and 
teetering till the ankle chain is  removed and I open my stance more.
    That my ass cheeks are  prominently displayed in this stance and even 
though my legs are free, my stance  provides easy access to view or use my 
swollen labia.  My breasts and  nipples pointed to the floor and a weight 
added to each clamp, stretching the  rubbery flesh even more as I feeling tears 
wetting my eyes as I am forced to  look at the wooden floor beneath my feet.
    A flogger warming my ass as the  woman works the ample skin of my 
exposed cheeks and the backs of my  thighs.  The strokes measured and sure, 
testifying to her skill with this  item.  Eyes closed as I try to control my 
breathing through exercises,  controlling the pain/pleasure as my skin is now 
stinging and warm and flushed as  each strokes overlaps the next to bring the 
tint of my skin to a rosy red.  
    My controlled breathing now  steady panting as a sheen of sweat rises 
to coat my body in the warmth of the  barn.  Hisses replacing the panting as 
a stroke finds one of my breasts or  my pubic area.  My body brought to a 
point where I am so close to another  orgasm.  Not even hearing the occasional 
bark or growl of the enclosed  canines, as I concentrate on the pinpoint of 
pleasure, growing in my lower  region, building around my core.
    Mewling pleadingly as the woman  has me a step from fruition and stops 
her attention.  My body shaking and  quivering as I literally hang on the 
brink of orgasm.  My upper lips  quivering as I fight back the need to beg her 
for another stroke, to release my  need to cum.
    "What is your pleasure Mr  Nachwald?"  The question obviously to my 
client somewhere behind me.   My thighs squeezing trying to bring myself to a 
release as I hang helpless  awaiting the answer.
    "You may give her a quick orgasm  after she comes down a bit."  A sob 
of frustration as I wiggle my  body.  A long minute of frustration as I feel 
the itch of my need,  unscratched by me.  Then feeling the handle of the 
flogger slip  between my thighs and rub on my throbbing clit.  A quick stroke 
over the  smooth surface and my body is shaking as I struggle to keep my 
feet.  My  cunt clenching in a hard spasm as I pull and writhe.  Sobbing again  
loudly as the handle leaves my pearl and the quick release is a torture of 
need  as I need to be touched again.  I am hanging so close to a long hard  
orgasm.
    "Please Sir, may I have more  attention.  I need to cum more."  Tears 
welling in my eyes, as I force  the words low and shaking from my lips 
between pants.  
    "I can't hear you  Raven."  His voice taunting.   "Please Sir may I cum 
 again?"  My voice louder breaking as I beg.  Then asking again  louder as 
I get no response.
    "She is such a needy old bitch  isn't she.  Proud, but she learns to 
beg with incentive.  No, I don't  think so Raven.  You can suffer a little 
more my girl." Closing my legs and  squeezing on the fat greasy fullness of my 
labia.  Not able to reach the  hot spot of my pearl as I sob, shivering like 
a bitch in heat.
    The laugher of those around me  watching, again panting with effort and 
need.  My mouth dripping strings of  drool to the floor.   Finding just 
giving up and standing still, my  body continuing to move as I try to will away 
my need.
    "Let's move on to the next stage  of this project."  My head pulled up 
by my hair to look into his  face.  Then watching as his lips work and and 
sends a glob of spit on my  face.  "You are a needy bitch Raven.  And we will 
give you more of  what you crave:  pain, humiliation and some pleasure.  
You will amuse  my new friends and the young women to entertain the patrons.  
    A coffle of women, bare and  wrist bound are let up to where I am 
standing, still bent over wrists above my  head.  Looking at the women, my head 
raised up, seeing fear in some of  their eyes, and amusement in others.  Not 
sure how they will look at me  after they have "entertained" the patrons.
    My body still fevered; but able  to think more clearly as I wait, not 
sure what I wait for at this time.  My  handler, moving to the end of the 
barn structure and turning on a bright  overhead light, exposing a dais of wood 
two feet high, surrounded by what looks  to be Plexiglas walls boxing in 
the dais on three sides.  A series of  chairs around the glass enclosure.  A 
ramp to walk up and then a trolly  rail fitted into the center of the raised 
platform.  A low cart placed on  the rail system as I watch, trying to 
puzzle out this next scene.  
    My arms aching and wrist sore as  they are lowered and freed.  The 
leash leading me up the platform and told  to lie down on my back, head to the 
rear wall.  Arms and legs again secured  by the wrist and ankles cuffs, to 
the cart.  And then my thighs   strapped open to the sides of the cart, knees 
bent to expose my inner thighs and  pubic area.
    I can feel the sticky wetness of  my lips as my legs are pulled apart.  
Lifting my  head as firm padding  is place under my ass and lower back, 
raising my lower body and jutting my hips  upward.  Looking at what is 
definitely a position for fucking or extreme  genital abuse.  
    A feeling of fear and a little  pleasure as I lay back and look up at 
the ceiling.  My cunt is oozing more  of my juices as I look up at the bright 
ceiling light and feel the heat of it  drying the moisture collected on my 
body.  The coffle of girls kneeling in  front of one of the row of chairs.
    A cloth of water dripped into my  mouth as the woman holds my as a firm 
pillow is place under it.  Then  watching the men sit and seeing the red 
light of a couple of cameras recording  this tableau.  The quiet of the room 
deafening as I wait and then hear the  heavy sound vibrating the floor of the 
barn.  The woman sitting by my head,  stroking my face almost gently, as 
the noise comes closer and I hear a gasp from  a couple of the girls gathered. 
 
Lifting my head up to see a huge horse approaching  slowly up the middle of 
the barn.  Guided slowly and the panting and  snorting of the steed now 
filling the room as it is led closer.  A cloth  raised to the horse's nostrils 
and a loud response to what was on the  cloth.  The horse stomping 
impatiently.
    My mouth working silently as I  look up at the huge animal at the foot 
of the ramp, then inhale the horse smell,  a strong odor.  My mind telling 
me that this can't be happening, that they  are trying to scare me.  Never 
having really been around horses other then  at fairs and from a distance, I 
have nothing to go by as to what they look like  in all parts.
    My legs tensing and thighs  pulling on the straps to try to close my 
legs and protect.  Eyes wide and  staring, the words on the tip of my tongue 
as I feel a hand swipe between my  legs and rub my juices on the nostrils of 
the huge beast.  The response  another loud snort and throwing of its head.  
Whether from my scent or some  other stimuli, but scaring me into a loud 
gasp of fear.
    The seconds of this visual  confrontation, most likely seconds; but 
seeming like long minutes as I look at  the horse and then the people gathered 
in the seats, looking at me at eye  level.  
    My client's face intent, serious  as he is judging my reactions.  His 
eyes holding mind as I look directly  into his.  His lips mouthing words.  
"Give me your safeword."   Not asking; but commanding.  
    The horse closer now, I can feel  the hot fetid breath on my body and 
filling my nostrils as I look up and  realized how big this beast is.  The 
cart held to the back of the rail, as  the horse is lead carefully up the 
ramp.  The great head and neck above my  head and past it as I look at the dark 
brown muscular underside.
    Quaking with fear, as I see the  long legs and barrel chest poised over 
me.  Then feeling a warm hand  against my labia.  My chest heaving as the 
clamps are pulled from my chest  and the rush of sensation, makes my body 
jerk and a quick scream escapes.   Lifting my head to see what is happening.  
Eyes again going wide as I watch  a woman stroking what can not really be a 
penis.  The long thick shaft  almost as thick as the woman's wrist.  The 
nasty looking head dark and  flat, the shaft a patch work of colors as the woman 
massages it and it extends  further out of the sheath.
    My stomach flesh rolling under  my skin in terror as I look at the 
blunt head and hear the nickering of the  beast above me.  Then closing my eyes 
as the woman bends the cock head and  presses it against my labia.   Taking 
a deep breath and feeling my  teeth sinking into my lower lip as the foreign 
object strokes along my swollen  cunt lips.   Whimpering as the horse if 
urged forward and the head is  pressed to my cunt lips.  The thick tip pushing 
my labia apart, pressing at  the entrance of my cunt as my body writhes 
helplessly on the  cart.
    Finally screaming in pure terror  as the stallion rocks its cock 
against my entrance and splits the walls  apart.  The girth expanding my cunt 
walls apart as an inch and then another  find purchase in my hole.  My scream 
more of terror then pain; as I try to  shake the cock from my stretched hole.
    Two men holding the horse from  moving, as the woman continues to guide 
the shaft.  A garble of sounds  escaping my mouth as the cock jiggles in a 
little more.  I have not felt  this stretched since I had my daughter.  Not 
even sure how much is buried  in me now, just knowing that it is painfully 
uncomfortable as I rock on the  cart.
    My mind's eye seeing the length  of the horse cock and understanding 
the phrase, as I try to picture what that  cock will do to my body.  Wondering 
with the pain if it is already tearing  at the tissue of my opening.
    My body tensing and then  a cold sweat breaks out, my body shivering as 
I feel the cock withdrawn  from the entrance to my cunt.  Shuddering as I 
feel the folds bruised  and sore as the cart is slid down the short rail so 
that I am now underneath the  huge cock and testicles.
    The thick cock stinking of I  don't even know how to define the scent, 
pressing against my mouth lips and the  slimey tip coating my face, as my 
handler forces me to lick and tongue the  nasty organ.  The thick head bulging 
my mouth, lips painfully pulled open  in an obscene grimace as I feeling 
the cock being stroked over my face and  breasts.  
    The shaft looking like an  old hose as I lay helpless and shaking half 
in shock.  Feeling the  head being rubbed on my clit and cunt lips as the 
cart is pulled back and  forth.  Grunting and then a loud groan, as the cock 
head jerks and spews  thick globs of custard like cum from the opening.  My 
warder, pressing the  head against my cunt and feeling the glut of seed 
pushing into my opening  filling the tunnel with a flood of cum.  The fat head 
spewing more on my  body as the horse hose is pushing more of the thick seed 
into my mouth and  coating my body with gooey cream.  
    Eyes watering as I choke at the  backlog of cum filling my mouth and 
throat like a storm gutter sewer  pipe. Eyes closing at the cum fills all the 
depressions of my body, eye  sockets, nose, mouth, the slimy horse seed 
coating me inside and out.  The  skanky smell and feel of the coating making my 
body cringe.  Sputtering and  trying to spit out the clots of cream as the 
stream of cum eases and stops  finally.  Eyes stinging as the seed oozed off 
the sides of my body as I try  to shake free of my bonds.
    Body jerking as the woman  manipulates the tip of the horse against my 
upper, then lower lips.  Barely  aware as the huge beast is careful backed 
down the ramp and off the  platform.  My body heaving with emotion, a warm 
flush of shame and  humiliation warms my face and upper chest as I lick with 
my tongue around my  mouth, trying to clear if of the thick cream.  The taste 
of the creamy  drinks now identified as horse cum.
    Cunt lips sore and badly  bruised, as are my upper lips, feeling 
swollen and distorted.  A thick  puddle of horse seed between my thighs, wetting 
my ass cheeks and labia.   My eyes looking to my client and seeing the look 
of satisfaction on his face as  he grins widely as his eyes move up and down 
my body.  Hans leering  alongside of him.
    My eyes slowly moving around the  plastic walls and seeing the look of 
fear on the faces of the girls.  I am  assuming they have not had the 
"pleasure" of this experience........yet.   My keeper scrapping the clots of cum 
and feeding it to me, as a  strigil would scrape sweat from one in a steam  
bath.
    My need to orgasm lost in the  rape by the horse cock.  Or did I cum 
and not realize it during this  ultimate humiliation.  The only respect left 
to me now is the "safeword"  that I have protected more then I have my 
virginity in all  matters.
    This is truly a breeding farm as  I have now been bred by canine and 
equine.  My eyes going wide as I lay  thinking as I am feed like a baby globs 
of seed.  I think I did see a bull  in one of the far pastures.  A shiver 
shaking my body from head to toe as I  try not to even think of what a bull 
cock must be like.
    A long sip of water and more  splashed on my face and the cuffs 
released from this cart.  Aching in all  of my joints as I struggle to my knees and 
then with help to my feet.   Feeling the stickiness of the drying horse cum 
on me from hair to thighs.   Guided as I walk slowly along the floor of the 
vast barn structure.  The  growls and barks of dogs making me shrink into 
the much smaller woman guiding me  to the outside.
    So tired and weary and  sore.  Aching outside and inside, as I feel the 
bruised cunt lips   rubbing greasily on each other.  Looking down at my 
body and seeing the  swollen nipples fat beyond normal and darker with the 
abuse of the last twenty  four hours.  My thighs and labia also swollen and 
bruised.  My skin  still red from the flogging and every step a painful movement.
    The brightness of the day  assailing my eyes as I feel the warm sun on 
my body.  A deep breath  inhaling my sweat and musk and the horse smell.  I 
doubt that there is even  any trace of the canine on my body anymore, other 
then the furrows from the  blunt toenails marking my lower back and sides.
    "May I rest Ma'am?"  My  question greeted with a shake of the head of 
the woman who is still my  handler.  Standing at the double door entrance to 
the barn as my client  once more steps up to me.  "Are you ready for a 
little more entertainment  Raven."  Looking at him and not truly understanding 
his question.   That more can be done to me not registering.  My mind refusing 
to think on  the prospect of further abuse.
    Trembling as the words sink in  and feeling my legs buckling as the 
woman and Hans grasps my arms.  A drink  and then another of Gatorade helping 
to replenish my fluids and  electrolytes.  
    Moaning as I feel fingers  massaging my clitoris, gently manipulating 
the smooth button and in spite of the  tiredness of my body, causing a 
feeling of pleasure.  The woman using my  pearl to again arouse my body.  Laughing 
in uncontrolled mirth as I feel my  body responding and again my musk 
overriding the sweat and smell of horse as I  stand trembling in the grasp of 
Hans.   Moaning helplessly as I  undulate slowly in his firm grip, my mound 
pushing on the woman's fingers.   Hans hands rolling the hard tips of nipples 
firmly in his crushing  fingers.  Hips rotating slowly, pressing on her hand 
like a bitch on a  cock.  Eyes closed as my arousal builds again to a 
fevered pitch and then  the woman pulls her hand from me as my body keep pressing 
to wear it was.   Whimpering in frustration as my mound is seeking, needing 
the tactile contact of  her fingers on my clit.
    "We have one more exercise for  you Raven.  And it is exercise.  Do you 
see that far windmill?"   Nodding my head dumbly as I look over the fields 
into the distance.  "If  you can reach that point, pick up an envelope that 
is in a pouch in a  mailbox next to it and bring it back to us then you can 
keep the contents of the  envelope and you may have your clothes back and we 
will return you to your  home.  However if you don't in the time period 
specified then you will  suffer the consequences.  We are going to give you an 
hour to do this  task.  I would guess it sounds simple, though you are not 
in great shape at  present to run out there and back.  But to make it more 
sporting my dear  Raven; we are going to sent a German Shepard to track you 
and prevent you from  completing the task."
    My eyes going wide as I realize  this a kind of a hunt they are sending 
me on with me as the prey.  The  aches in my body letting me know that with 
no other rules, it would be a  hard journey.  "Oh, yes this dog is trained 
in scent tracking and you have  a very noticeable at present.  The dog will 
bring take the pouch from you  forcibly and bring it back to us.  I would 
not resist it as it will bite  and nip at you till you give in to it.  
    "And just for a little added  sport, this dog is quite the randy stud.  
If he is excited I would suggest  you give into his wishes as again he will 
use you as a chew toy till he has his  way.  Do you understand what we are 
saying Raven."  Nodding once again  as I stand naked and worn down.
    The dog will be wearing a Gopro  camera so that we might follow your 
exploits through the fields and woods.   You may use the woods if you think 
they will help you return to here safely in  the allotted time period."  A 
piece of cloth is swiped between my legs and  sweating body.
    "Here is a bottle of water and  you have a fifteen minute lead before 
the canine will be released."  My  hand grasping the plastic bottle and 
unfettered I run straight out to the first  field with a start from Hans hand 
smacking my ass cheek hard.
    The grass soft under my bare  feet as I run hard initially to make it 
to the windmill and bring back the  pouch.  My breath laboring quickly from 
the hard day and lack of  sleep.  My aches and bruises, especially my swollen 
cunt and lips feeling  uncomfortable as the lips rub wetly against each 
other.  It has been many  years since I run full out.  Jogging has been the 
extent of my recent  endeavors other then a fast walk.  And thinking on it as 
my body is  laboring, maybe I should have used a fast walk.
    Not looking back, thinking I  would do that once I got to the windmill 
and started back.  My pace slowing  rapidly as I stumble a couple of times 
and finally am down to a walk.   Trying not to lose time as I feel my legs 
screaming with exertion; but deciding  not to rest even for a minute.
    The windmill closer now; but  still much further then I had originally 
thought.  Fighting to keep from  looking back and seeing pursuit or seeing 
my pursuer.  The grass higher in  this next field and the texture tickling my 
legs and lower body as I see the  last field is corn and hopefully will 
hide me on my return from being  spotted.
    My breasts jiggling as I uncap  my water and take a long gulp as I 
move, jogging again.  The windmill  looming high as I set to climb a small rise 
and see the spot where there is a  mailbox set against one of the legs.  My 
breath wheezing in and out of my  lungs, as they burn with the effort.
    The incline not really steep but  seeming to be Everest as I fight my 
way to the mailbox and open it and take out  the velvet pouch with the 
envelope inside.
    Turning to look back from the  low hill to see the Mansion house and 
barn structure and some people gathered at  it entrance, talking, drinking 
enjoying the show I guess.  Closer I can see  movement in the first pasture as 
the dog is on the move and loose.  My eyes  going to the sides and seeing 
that the woods on my left side is a forest of pine  trees.  
    Not waiting to think; but making  my decision to go back through the 
pines and back to the barn.  Quickly  running down the hill stiff legged.  
Skirting the field and into the  darkness of the pine woods.  The needles soft 
under my foot pads, but  pricking them occasionally as I make fairly good 
time in the open spaces between  trees.  The scent of the pine, hopefully 
hiding my scent as I run like a  wood nymph, well an old one.
    A feel for time not easy to  judge; but it had to be about twenty 
minutes when I reached the windmill.   The dog was already on the way.  At least 
another twenty to get back as I  took a straight route to the windmill.  
Skirting through the forests will  take longer and I don't have the energy now 
to run or walk fast.
    Not hearing any sounds as I move  half run, half walk occasionally 
stumbling as I step on a stone or prick my foot  with a needle.  My breathing 
loud in my ears as I stop and take a breather,  eyes moving to look for 
movement of the dog.  Knowing that if I see the  canine, I have already lost as I 
can not escape him, especially here, as the  trees are to big to  climb up.
    The five minutes gave me a  needed respite and I start at a fast jog 
again.  Veering back to my left as  I haven't seen the fields recently and 
hope I have not gone too deep into the  woods.
    Walking alongside the edge of  the pine forest deep enough to see my 
goal; but not to be easily seen.   Saving my energy for a last run when I 
clear  the woods and have the one  field of low grass to the barn.
    The chattering of squirrels and  rustling of chipmunks unnerving me as 
they move through the needles and  brush.  The impact of the huge dog 
knocking me to the ground, forcing a  scream from my throat, as I land hard on the 
needles.  The furry animal  already taking my ankle in his teeth as I try 
to crawl away.  The prick of  pain as his teeth bite into the soft flesh and 
the low growl, a command as I  scramble pulling my ankle and then leg as the 
canine jumps again flattening me  to the ground with his weight.  His 
snarls spaced between the light nips  and light bite of his teeth on my ass and 
sides and legs and arms.  
    The outcome determined when he  spotted me; but still trying 
desperately to escape, even knowing that if I stand  I won't run five feet before he 
has me down again.  Groaning at the quick  bites as they dimple my skin with 
red indents of needle like puncture.   Fighting to a kneeling position and 
then pressed down onto my back.  My  breath taken from me with the impact of 
the front paws on my lower body.  
    Sprawled, facing the furry  monster.  Another scream more of fright 
then pain, as his teeth nip at my  breasts.  Feeling the teeth dig into the 
soft mounds and then almost suckle  at the hard nipple as the wet mouth 
releases them.
    My body already coated with  horse cum, now being sprayed with spittle 
from the twisting head of the frothing  dog.  Every time I struggle, the dog 
bites or nips at my body.   Finally laying on my back looking up at the dog 
standing on my stomach.   Seeing the Gopro camera on a collar around his 
neck.  The white fangs of  his teeth bared as he growls and snarls into my 
face.
    Laying motionless for long  seconds and then the dog backing off of my 
stomach and sniffing his cool wet  snout into my mound.  Whimpering as I 
feel the nose blowing bubbles of  moisture against the hot skin and then my 
body jerking as I moan loudly with a  lick of the long wet tongue on my swollen 
cunt lips.  As I try to pull away  the dog lowers his head and bites my 
belly.  
    Eyes closed as the dog continues  to sniff and lick my skanky cunt.  A 
low growl building as I watch in  fascinated horror as I see beneath him, 
his red tip growing from the furry  sheath.  Whimpering more as the dog backs 
up more till he is standing  between my legs growling loudly.  My heart 
beating loudly as I look at the  dog and then at his swollen organ between his 
legs.  My eyes closing as I  slowly slip from between the dog's legs and turn 
over on my stomach.   Pushing my legs up and kneeling back to the dog, my 
legs spreading wide as I  brae with my elbows.
    Offering my bitch body to my  master.  Another press of the wet snout 
against my inner thighs and labia  and then a grunt, as the dog growling 
lifts up to mount it front on the back of  my body.  The blunt nails, digging 
into my  skin as I feel the burn of  another set of furrows on my back and 
then down my sides.
    The weight bearing down on me as  my head lowers to the forest floor.  
The hind quarters of the dog walking  forward and the tickling of the fur 
against my inner thighs announcing the tip  of the dog cock against my cunt 
lips.  A loud grunt as the cock bangs it  boney cock head against my pubes and 
thighs and then slides it finally into the  wetness of my cunt.  The paws 
gripping harder at my hips, pulling  his  bitch back to his cock.  The nasty 
red organ swelling inside of me as the  fullness of the cock shaft expands 
in my cunt.
    The hips already forcing the  shaft hard and fast deep into my warm 
welcoming hole.   A low keen  moan from my lips as the walls expand and then 
sheath the cock inside of  me.  The swollen knot now fighting to enter my 
tunnel, pressing hard  against the swollen and bruised labia.  The cock not as 
big as the  mastiff's: but easily rivaling that of a large human cock.
    My head burrowing in the pine  needles as the dog continues to thrust 
and press his knot against my entrance  and finally wedge it partially into 
my body.  My eyes rolling in my head as  I feel the cock swelling more and my 
cunt savagely contracting on the slimy  shaft with hard spasms.  One of my 
hands pressed to my pearl and rubbing  furiously at my clit as I know the 
huge dog is spewing his seed deep into his  bitch's cunt.
    The dog's growls as he empties  and twisting in my cunt till he is 
facing away from me, my walls still  clenching on the bestial organ.  A loud wet 
"pop" of sound as we separate  and I can feel the thin seed escaping 
between my legs and coating my cunt lips  and thighs.
    Kneeling trembling as my orgasm  continues, in a long slow release.  My 
walls squeezing and forcing more of  the seed from inside of me.  Nipples 
aching as I rock slowly from one knee  to the other.  Finally collapsing on a 
bed of pine needles and drawing my  body into a fetal position, as I 
continue to rock on the ground.  The dog  licking at its partially sheathed cock 
and then walking over to look down at  me.  A soft growl and then it picks up 
the pouch from the ground in its  mouth and trots away.
    Rolling over one hand cupping my  abused pubes and squeezing gently, 
feeling more of the seed escaping into my  fingers and hand.  Forcing myself 
to kneel and bringing my hand to my mouth  to lick at the slick hand and 
fingers.  Tasting not only some of my juice  and the dog seed; but also some of 
my outer skin of coated horse seed as I stare  at the rapidly departing 
canine.
    Finishing my water and walking  at best I can to the barn and seeing my 
client and Hans waiting form me to  arrive.  My body coated and again the 
sun drying the sticky seed to my  skin.  My cunt lips still oozing more dog 
cum, as I run my hand through my  hair, feeling the debris of leaves and dirt 
and needles from the floor of the  forest.
    Slumping to my knees in front of  my client, totally defeated and bone 
weary.  His hand lifting my head to  look into my eyes.  Shaking my head.  
Not giving in  yet.
    "I think you have had enough my  Raven.  Take her and clean her up."  
My handle again attaching a leash  to my collar and leading me to an outdoor 
shower on the side of the barn and  instructing me to wash myself as she 
turns on the hard spray of  water.
    A long sigh of relief as the  pelting drops of water, soothe and relax 
the ravaged flesh of my body.   Seeing the red teeth marks all over my body 
as I was away scum and debris and  try to do the same to my hair.
    A little embarrassed as I  relieve myself, not able to help it, under 
the spray of the shower.  My  face flushing as the woman watches with no 
change in her expression.   Finally she turns off the water and we walk back to 
the kennel run and back out  to the front of the building.  My Client and 
Hans are standing talking to  the older man from earlier.  
    Standing silently as they take  their goodbyes.  The older man walking 
to me and lifting my chin.   Looking into his eyes.  "Raven, you have held 
your own today girl.   You are welcome to return here and entertain some of 
our guests.  Call this  number if you would like to because part of our 
entertainment staff."   Taking the card from his hand and bowing my head.  "Thank 
you  Sir."
    The woman handler undoing the  leash from my collar and releasing me to 
Mr. Nachtwald.  Following him into  the back of the limo and Hans climbing 
into close the door behind  us.
    Kneeling on the floor waiting  form more instructions as we pull out of 
the private estate.  Rocking  slightly as Mr. Nachtwald undoes his fly and 
signals for me to suck on his  engorged organ.  The warm flesh hard as my 
tongue licks around the tongue  and then envelops his cock with my warm mouth. 
 His hands moving my head to  give him a release and surprising a gently 
skull fuck for me.  Cleaning up  his cock and tucking it back into his 
trousers.  
    The ride back to the  Poughkeepsie Grand Hotel uneventful as I close my 
eyes and rock gently, totally  tired.  The dark confines soothing and cool, 
and comforting that I can't  see my naked body and what the damage is for 
this session.
    "I will be in contact with Ms  Sadie as to acquiring your services 
again real soon Raven.  Maybe next time  I can seduce you into giving me your 
safeword."  Climbing out and leaving  me with Hans who will escort me back to 
Ms. Sadies.  An envelope in my hand  as we pull away for the short ride back 
to Ms. Sadie.
    "You may dress."  Slipping  my clothing back on, well anyway my dress 
and bolero.  The rest bundled  with my handbag.  
    "Kneel."  Not balking but  obeying his command.  Looking up at him as 
he slips his cock out of his  trousers and indicates that I should suckle his 
man organ.  My mouth and  lips and tongue feeling it stiffen more as I pay 
it homage.  Then looking  at him as he pulls free and steps behind me.  
Lifting my dress and my legs  automatically spreading my legs for him.  Leaning 
into the seat as his cock  slides between my legs and massages the swollen, 
wet lips.  A soft intake  of breath as his thick shaft parts my labia and 
fills my bruised walls.   Thankful that I lube myself easily and his cock is 
not rubbing against dry  skin.
    His strokes slow and hard as he  pounds me into the cushion of the 
seat.  Moaning softly as I do like a  rough fuck, you think.  Then feeling 
lifting my skirt in back and tucking  it into the top of my bolero.  The saliva 
dripping onto my lower back and  then between my ass cheeks letting me know 
that he is going to take the only  virgin hole I left from this session.
    A thick finger working the  moisture into my pucker hole, eyes closing 
as I feel the thick digit fill the  opening and press into the dark orifice. 
 Another grunt as he shoves it  deeper and wiggles it in my asshole.  His 
cock still buried in my  cunt.
    Exhaling slowly as he pulls his  finger from my ass and his cock from 
my cunt, then lifting and pressing the  blunt head into the awakened opening. 
 Both of us grunting in the confines  of the back of the limo as he presses 
the head against the ring and forces it  slowly into my ass.  His cunt 
grease covered shaft sliding deeper and then  his pubic hair rubbing on my ass 
cheeks.  His ball sack slapping against  the inside of my thighs, as he pulls 
back and then leans into my body to force  it in again a little deeper.  
His slow rhythm, speeding as my hole adjusts  to his cock and feeling myself 
being driven hard into the seat cushions again  and again, till he lays on my 
back and his cock empties his seed deep in my  bowels.  
    Partially aroused as his body  rubs my folds against the seat as he 
jerks and erupts again and again.   Finger forced into my mouth as he rides on 
my back.  The head swelling with  each burst of cum.  Tasting my ass on the 
finger as I suckle it clean of my  taint.  Then a wet grunt as he pulls out 
of my ass, slapping his cock on my  ass cheeks then turning me around to 
suckle his cock deep and clean it of my  ass.
    Wiping at the cum oozing from my  gaped hole and forcing what I can out 
to my hand to lick from my fingers and  hand.  Taking the butt plug he 
hands me and forcing it easily into my ass  to block the seepage.
    Pulling my skirt down in back  and sitting on the edge of the seat for 
the rest of the ride to Ms  Sadie's.  Walking gingerly to her front door and 
ring the bell to gain  entrance.  Slipping my dress off in the privacy of 
her office as she  documents my body in a series of camera stills.  The 
envelope left on her  desk as she inspects my wares, her wares.
    The three jokers in the envelope  making it quite a profitable 
twenty-four hours, if you don't count the  pain/pleasure and humiliation.  Finally 
handing Ms Sadie the card from the  gentleman at the breeding manor.  She 
will decide if I be leased to the  estate.  
    My body bruising will decide  what I might or might not do in the next 
week as far as making money for Ms  Sadie....................
    
    
    
    
    
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