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Story title : Journey into Degradation - Part 3 of 7
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Journey into Degradation
by In2thissht
Part Three
Warning to the Reader!
This piece of fiction contains sexually explicit
imagery including MF, M+F, FF, F+F, Forced Sex, S&M,
Interracial and Bestiality. I think that covers the
perversions herein.
"A plan for what, Ken?" I repeated.
Ken's only reply was, "You'll see, baby."
Then with a far away look on his face, Ken said, "Why
don't you get dress now, Jill. We have to get back to
the house."
Bill gave me a new shirt to wear home since the other
was covered in cum. Bill's shirt was made of a rich
blue silk. I have always loved how silk feels against
my braless nipples. It is so luxurious. I approached
Bill for one last passionate kiss and then I bent down
to scratched my newest "lover" behind his ears, our
good-byes were complete. Ken and walked out to the car
and started the short drive back to his house. Although
I attempted some idle chatter, Ken was stoic and
distant. It was as if he were in deep thought. I was
unable to worm any information about Ken's 'Plan'. I
was very nervous about everything that had happen
today. I knew my life had changed forever. The security
I had known in the past was over. Only insecurity and
apprehension lay ahead. My fate was in Ken's hands and
that scared the fuck out of me.
Upon arrival Ken checked his voice mail and discovered
that my husband had called twice while we were out. Ken
suggested I call my husband and let him know that all
was well.
"What am I supposed to tell him?"
I was worried since I am not a very good liar,
especially to Ray.
"Just tell him you went shopping at the mall and grab a
bite to eat," was his response as he went upstairs.
I called Ray and his voice was warm and seemed to wrap
me in security once again. I asked about the kids and
Ray chatted on for 20 minutes about this and that. He
was glad now, that he had this opportunity to be with
them, one on one.
"And how has your time been away from the 'herd'?" Ray
asked.
"Oh, its ok. I have just been treating myself to those
little pleasures that a women needs once and a while."
"Are you still coming home on Monday? I miss you a lot,
baby!" Ray's voice was so soothing. I just wanted to
run home right then and make the world right once more.
"I don't know for sure, honey. I am expecting a call
from Sue tonight to let me know what their schedule
is," I paused then said, "I'll call you and the kids
tomorrow and let you know. Give the kids a big kiss and
tell them that I love them and that mommy will see them
soon."
I hung the telephone up and tried in vain to hold my
emotions in check. Tears ran down my cheek as self-pity
and loathing crept into my thoughts. Damien heard me
crying and came over and put is big head in my lap. I
looked down on this beautiful creature and scratched
behind his ears. He enjoyed the attention very much and
let out a long low moan that started deep in his barrel
chest.
"You big furry piece of shit. This whole day is your
fault. If you weren't such a randy hound, I would never
been in this predicament."
"Oh, I would not be so quick to blame Damien," Ray said
as he came down the stairs now dressed in lounging
attire. "I think that hot little cunt of yours had
something to do with it."
"Your right," I retorted. "It's just that I'm scared
about the future now. What's going to happen to me
now?"
"Well, I thought we would start off with a nice steak
dinner, a bottle of wine and a nice fuck to cap the
evening."
"No, asshole! I meant the long range future."
"I think you will love the future, Jill. I will
personally see to it."
I was not convinced this was a good thing but it looked
like that was the only answer I was going to get.
"You want another FUCK? What are you superman?"
"Well if you remember back at Bill's, you were the one
getting fucked. I just got me rocks off with old 'Rosy
palm & her many sisters'."
"Oh you poor neglected boy. There must have been some
sort of a ghost in here this afternoon that fucked my
poor little asshole until it was raw," I teased.
As Ken walked over to me, I could see the outline of
his big cock swinging freely beneath his silky shorts.
Ken stop directly in front of my face which was now
poised at crotch level. I leaned forward tracing the
outline thru the material of his manhood with my
tongue. I gently blew my hot breath over and around the
head of his dick. Ken's knees buckled slightly and a
sign of pleasure emanated from his lips. Men are so
fucking easy! I release his cock, stood up, and kissed
his lips.
"Feed me! Even sex slaves deserve a good meal."
Ken smiled and said. "They most certainly do my dear.
How about you make a salad to go along with the steak?
"Ok, I'll make the salad and you broil up a couple of
medium rare steaks. Oh, and don't forget to open a
bottle of wine."
We busied ourselves with the tasks at hand and sat down
to enjoy a delicious dinner. The wine was great and had
its desired effect on my overtaxed body. Every weary
bone and muscle I had relaxed. I thought I might slip
right out of the chair during dinner. I must have been
purring or something because when I looked at Ken he
was grinning from ear to ear.
Fortunately, it was not that hideous grin I've learned
to hate. His face was more relaxed and assuring.
"What? What are you grinning about, Ken?"
"I don't think I have ever seen a women look more
satisfied."
"How many women have you seen getting fucked by two
studs and their canine companions?"
"None until today. I most assuredly intend to see a lot
more of your pussy gulping down canine dick." Ken
paused and then added, "Also, let's not forget the
consumption of some two legged dog's cocks as well."
I could only smile back at Ken. After all, it was of my
own doing that I was in this position.
"What now my master?"
"I thought a little quick Jacuzzi and some slap and
tickle. What say ye wench?"
I mustered an answering smile and thought, 'More slap
than tickle I'll bet'.
The Jacuzzi was wonderfully invigorating. My whole body
responded and came alive. Energy surged through every
fiber of my being. I felt new. Ken taught me a new
trick in the Jacuzzi that got me so fucking off. He
positioned me with my naked pussy directly in front of
the one the Jacuzzi jets. Ken placed his hands on my
breasts and his fingers played with my nipples. His big
fucking cock slid easily into my mouth. It only took a
few minutes and I was cumming wildly. The side benefit
of this "massage therapy," I was now very randy and
very ready for anything. After a short recovery, I lead
Ken by his dick to the bedroom for the 'slap and
tickle' as promised.
"Lay down my master," was all that I said to him.
He lay naked across the bed with his legs spread for
me. His cock standing fully erect and his ball bloated
with delicious cum. I crawled between those muscular
thighs and slow engulfed the length of his cock taking
him deeply into my throat.
"Mmmm, baby that feels so good. I have never had a
woman that could take my cock all the way down her
throat. Not even my wife."
I backed his cock out of my mouth and implored him;
"Please don't talk about Sue when we are together. I
felt like trash when you spoke her name just now. I
know I am your slut now. I do not deny that my body is
yours to use. I only ask that Sue and Ray never find
out what is going on."
Ken stocked my hair and comforted me. Without a
response from Ken, I began to suck his cock again. I
slurped his cock into my mouth, eased it deep into my
throat and then I worked my way back up to the tip. My
tongue would then worry the hole in the tip of his
dick. I would run my hands up and down the shaft, as I
would swab my tongue around the head of his magnificent
cock and moan into his flesh. When I would take him
deep into my throat I would stretch my arms forward and
pinch his nipples between my fingernails. I would apply
just enough pressure to inflict a minimum of pain on
his nipples.
This would cause Ken to moan and thrust his cock
further down my throat. I love cocksucking like this.
My pussy and clitoris seem wired directly to the
muscles and nerves in my mouth and throat. When I give
a blowjob like this my cunt juice runs out of my body
in a flood. I could take no more of this wonderful
torture. I had to feel his cock deep inside my pussy.
"Oh master, please let me fuck you? I want my pussy to
draw all of the juices that you have stored in your big
fucking balls. I need to feel you squirting your hot
cum deep inside me. Please let me pleasure you?"
What could he do? After all, he is only a man. Men can
only think with their dicks, especially at a time like
this. I moved up his body dragging my lush red hair and
my nipples along every inch of his torso. This worked
its magic, as I knew it would. His body started
thrusting up in anticipation of the sexing I was going
to deliver.
"Oh baby, come here and fuck me. Let me feel my cock
push itself deep inside of you."
I placed my cunt directly over the tip of his throbbing
cock and slow took him into me. I did not stop until my
clit touched his pubic bone. Then I ground my body in
circles deriving great pleasure from crushing my clit
against his hard body. As I began to move up and down
dragging his vein bulging shaft along my clitoris, we
both began to moan unintelligible words of passion. I
fucked hard into Ken as his body writhed and thrust up
into me. My cunt was on fire. Every fiber of my being
centered on the growing pleasure in my clit. I could
hear our bodies slapping wetly together as we collided
in passion. I could feel my juices squish out of my
pussy with every upward thrust of Ken's cock. Ken
battered my cervix with every thrust of the granite-
like hardness of his cock.
On and on we move our bodies, in harmony, moving toward
the ultimate orgasmic conclusion. My body was screaming
for release. Once again, I teetered on the brink of
physical exhaustion. At last I felt the electrical
shock of the orgasm begin. My toes curled and my muscle
screamed in sweet pleasure as I breached the event
horizon of pleasure. It was here!
In unison we both yelled, "I'm cumming!"
Our beautiful rhythm fell out of sync as our orgasms
washed over us. I felt every pulse of his heart as the
cock buried deep inside of my erupted. The walls of my
pussy rippled with pleasure as I received Ken's seed.
Nothing else in the world mattered at that moment. All
thought was lost. Only the sweet wonderful afterglow of
pleasure was present. Exhaustion and fatigue consumed
me. I collapsed on Ken's broad sweaty chest. I lie
there trying to gather energy. It took effort just to
just continue breathing. The bed moved slightly and I
felt the cold nose of Damien's snout sniffing my sex.
His tongue lashed thru the crack of my ass. Ken jumped
slightly and I looked into his eyes.
"What the fuck is that?"
"That my lord and master, is you're fucking horny dog
trying to get his turn."
Ken smiled and said, "Yeah, but he's licking my cock as
well as your ass!"
"What's the matter sweetie? Is his tongue unpleasant?"
"No! It's just that it is a little too fucking kinky
for me."
I was taken with the humor of this revelation. As my
body quacked with laughter, Ken's cock popped out of my
cunt. Pussy cream and Ken's cum bubbled out of my
gaping cunt hole. Damien went into a licking frenzy.
"What, it's not kinky for your dog to eat my pussy and
fuck the shit out of me, but a little swipe of his
tongue on your dick and suddenly it's 'too fucking
kinky'?" I mockingly replied.
Ken chucked and said; "I guess you're right. It is
rather an interesting feeling."
Damien's tongue slipped into my stretched open pussy.
"Go away Damien," I yelled.
Damien ignored my pleading and kept licking away all
the combined juices that flowed from me. Ken wrapped
his arms around my torso and slid his legs inside of
mine. He bent his legs and opened my cunt for further
assaults by Damien's tongue. It was only a mater of
time before Damien had me heating up again. A question
rushed thru my brain. 'What the fuck is happening to
me?' 'Why am I responding to this?' The answer never
came to me but my body was again reacting to the
tonguing of this insatiable creature. I was moving my
cunt in small circles and moaning. Ken reached along my
thighs and pulled me into a kneeling position.
"No, Kenny, please no. My pussy is so sore, I don't
think I can do this again."
That fucking grin returned. "It's not just me, baby.
Remember, you are his bitch, too."
Damien moved into position and mounted me for the
second time today. As Damien's hard cock poked at my
tender pubic area, Ken slipped out from under me.
"That's it boy. Help him out, Jill. As Damien's slut
bitch you must always help him slide his dick into your
cunt."
I signed and reached between my thighs taking a hold of
Damien's cock. I set the alignment and ran the tip of
the cock thru my pussy lips. Damien slammed it home
with a grunt from both of us. My cunt was on fire. I
had very little lubricant left in my pussy and Ken's
cum was turning to glue inside me. I could only muster
one-word sentences.
"Hurts!"
"Lube!"
"Hhhuurrryyy!"
Ken reached into the nightstand and retrieved a bottle
of some clear liquid. He squirted the cool clear liquid
on the rutting dick as it slid in and out of my ravaged
body. The pain diminished a little and allowed a
measure of pleasure to creep thru. My mind was in
overload as my body went into autopilot. I do not
remember at what point I passed out, but sweet blessed
blackness eventually blanket my consciousness.
In the distance there is ringing. I move away from the
inky blackness and the ringing grows louder in my ears.
I thought to myself, 'Why isn't that inconsiderate
bastard answering the telephone?' RING! RING!
"I'm up, already! What," I yell into the receiver.
"It's me honey. Are you alright?" Ray was at the other
end of the telephone.
"Oh, I'm sorry sweetheart. I didn't mean to yell at
you. The telephone just surprised me is all. I was
sound asleep."
"What, its past noon!" I heard Ray's voice but I could
not believe his words. I never sleep in. I jerked to a
sitting position and wished I had missed the
experience.
"Ouch," was the next verbiage I uttered.
"What the hell is going on over there, Jill?"
"Nothing sweetheart. I just banged my knee. I cannot
believe I slept until noon. Are you sure of the time?"
Knowing that the clock I was staring at confirmed the
time.
"Yes, it is noon. Jill, you do not sound ok. I'm coming
over there!"
"No, baby, that's alright but I will meet you and the
kids at the mall for a late lunch. Say at one o'clock
at the Carousel?"
"Alright. We'll see you at one. Bye sweetheart."
I rolled out of bed to a fresh series of pain. I could
barely manage to waddle to the bathroom. My bladder was
about to explode. I sat gingerly on the toilet and
release a stream of what felt like fire from my body.
Once the flow started there was not anything on earth
going to stop it. I peed until I felt as if my life
forces were flowing out from between my legs.
For the second time in two-days I examined my abused
pussy. The lips hung down like over ripe prunes. They
were purple from the battering they had endured. My
clitoris was so swollen that it looked like an angry
little dick sticking out between those damn ugly
prunes. "Fuck it," was all I could say. I eased myself
into the shower and adjusted the water temperature as
hot as my skin could handle. I washed quickly and
toweled myself dry. I brushed my teeth and fixed my
hair. I wrote Bill a note and then I walked, I could
not run, to my car parked out front. Soon I was on my
way to the mall. I was out the door in a little over
15-minutes. I marveled at this simple accomplishment.
Once at the mall, I started feeling much better. The
sight of my children was the pick-me-up I needed. Ray
inquired about my obviously strange walk and commented
on how tired I appeared. I told him that after reading
a book last night I decided to get back into my
exercise regime. He believe me when I explained that I
worked out far to hard and my muscles were just paying
me back for my well intentioned effort.
All in all, we had a nice lunch together. I was
famished and I inhaled the meal I ordered. Then I
proceeded to finished the leftovers from Ray's and the
children's plates. I talked the afternoon away.
Yesterday seemed a million years ago. Only my guilt and
my fucking sore cunt were bothering me. Outwardly, I
was the picture of beauty and health.
"Are you coming home tonight, Jill?"
"No, not tonight sweetheart. Sue said that her and the
kids would be back late tomorrow. Ken though that he
might be coming in earlier for some business thing or
other. If he shows up, I will give you a call. Ok?"
That seemed to pacify Ray a little. By the pout on his
face, I could tell he wasn't thrilled, though. We all
hugged, kissed and said our good-byes. Then I was on my
way back to 'fucking' hell, pun intended. I could only
hope that Ken was still MIA since this morning.
I unlocked the door and was in the entryway when Ken
popped his head out of the kitchen to see who it was.
"Hi there," he greeted. "How was the mall and the
family?"
"Fine."
"How are you doing today?"
"My pussy is so swollen that I don't think a blade of
grass would slip between the lips. What did you do to
me?"
"I treated you to the pleasure that you so richly
deserved. Are you ready for more?"
I looked at him as if he had two heads. My mouth worked
but I could not utter a sound.
"I am just kidding, Jill," Ken said as that damn grin
returned.
"Look Ken, what happened yesterday, I just don't think
we should ever do this again. I know that you
comprehend the ramification of our actions becoming
public. We have families that could get hurt over shit
like this. Not to mention that my body cannot handle
sex like that very often."
Ken's face suddenly took a hard edge to it. His eyes
narrowed and a vein in his forehead protruded. His eyes
locked mine and he moved with cat-like speed closing
the space between us. He grabbed my arms with such
force that I squeaked from the pain.
"You look here you dog fucking tramp. You will fuck
whomever I say to fuck, whenever I say to fuck them. Do
you hear me?"
I was stunned. I was not used to seeing this violent
side of Ken. I was not scared, only stunned.
"Are you insane, Ken? You cannot expect this to
continue at your whim and pleasure?"
Again, his eyes held mine. "Oh yes I can!" Ken released
his grip on my arms and strolled across the room. He
picked up a videotape cassette displaying in front of
my face.
"Would we like to guess what is on this little video
tape?"
"No, Ken I know what is on that disgusting tape. Your
friend Bill video taped my infidelity."
Ken leered at me. "We would not want to have this fall
into the wrong hands now would we?"
"No, I guess I would not want that to happen."
"Good. I'm setting up a poker party for some business
associates in a couple of weeks." Bill said in a calmer
tone of voice. "I can count on your attendance, can't
I?"
"Yes master," I replied with a sigh as I lowered my
eyes.
Continued in part 4...
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This story was written as an adult fantasy. The author
does not condone the described behavior in real life in
anyway shape or form. Anyone tempted to act out any of
the scenarios in this story; should seriously consider
seeking professional help.
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