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Ruth
by Robin (robin2003@clara.co.uk)
***
I wrote this a while ago as a warning to those of us
who have a desire to fulfill our fantasies. It is made
up of two stories, both of which are all to true. Take
heed, please! (MMF, beast, nc, rp, v, oral)
***
The following is loosely based on two true, stories
that have happened. A word of warning though, it is
violent.
Ruth had a fantasy. One she had with her through her
college years. Even before that.
The catalyst had happened in her very early teens at a
friend’s house. During one of their frequent stopover
nights, her friend Cindy’s dog grasped her leg in his
forepaws and humped against her white socks until she
managed to wrestle the dog off. Nothing came of it at
that time, but it remained with her, occasionally
dropping into her mind and fuelling a wish.
She had seen the size of his cock, fully exposed from
its furry haven. It was red to purple in colour from
base to tip and dripping precum from a very pointed
end. Her fascination with the dogs cock turned into a
desire as the dog licked itself clean. In her girlhood
imagination, her lips were doing the cleaning. It was
Ruth’s first wet panty experience and she enjoyed the
rush of heat to her sex and the tingle it caused.
Ruth also used to live next door to a dog breeder.
Until her leg had been used as a sex object by Cindy’s
dog, she had shown little interest, but from that time
on, she watched on many occasions. She watched the dogs
fucking and tying like any voyeur, through binoculars,
getting hot as they humped and knotted. She would rub
herself over her panties in her youthful, but unbroken
exuberance and was always a little surprised by the
heat in her loins and the amount of wetness she could
produce.
Looking through the binoculars, soon led to her
creeping up to the boundary of her parents place, to
get a better look. Hidden in the evergreen shrubs, she
studied the actions of the stud dogs, even to the point
of noticing the foibles of each in its approach to a
bitch in heat.
Ruth became expert at an early age; at bringing herself
off to a shattering climax, without once, pushing her
fingers between her pussy lips. Her virginity was to be
given to someone special who she had yet to meet. Her
dreams though, were a completely different thing. In
those, she was fucked senseless by these dogs and
mysterious, faceless men.
During her early, married years, she quelled the
fantasy for the most part, only allowing her mind to
indulge in those relaxed moments during a long, hot
soak in the bath. Her fingers, took the place of an
imagined dog’s cock, shafting her. Those orgasms, with
her fantasy in full flow, were always the better ones
and far better than those she sometimes managed with
Tom.
She had fallen for him after College and gave her body
to him after a few months of some very serious petting.
During her freshman days, she had learned how to suck a
guy. She had even learned how to hold him from cumming
in her mouth until she wanted him to. Not one of her
lovers got beyond that. Her purity, in so much as her
hymen or virginity, stayed in tact, until Tom whisked
her off to Europe.
Vienna lulled and soothed her into a relaxed and ready
state. Tom, for once, hit the right note and they made
love on an iron bed that squeaked in protest. It was
something of an anti-climax. Ruth blamed herself, but
they soon learned how to exploit and excite each
other’s body. It became better, but never quite good
enough.
So, Ruth was destined to a life of normality, domestic
quietitude and a gradual decline into the almost,
anonymity of being an everyday wife.
Two events happened closely together to change that
though. The first came after Ruth had been married for
three years and was looking childless. Slightly
desperate and more than a little harangued by her
mother, blaming Tom for being unable to sire a child,
she turned to her friends for support.
Cindy, who had stayed in touch, invited her to a stud
farm to get away for a few days and have some time out.
Her latest boyfriend worked there and got them in for a
weekend. They found a small motel out of town and paid
for two single rooms. The weekend turned out be a great
success. They were treated royally and given the tour
of the various areas.
The familiar, but almost forgotten itch, resurfaced
while she found herself watching both artificial
insemination techniques with a guy buried in a mare’s
vagina, up to the shoulder and natural insemination
processes. It was Ruth’s first time seeing a stallion
in full flow.
She was almost overwhelmed by the size of the
stallion’s cocks, with their mushroom shaped heads and
the violence of the act. The stallions would bite the
mares, often tearing out chunks of their manes while in
the throws of their orgasms.
Ruth’s legs nearly gave out a couple of times while the
frenzy of copulation unfolded before her eyes. Her sex
heated to uncomfortable climes and her breathing
shortened. Ruth hoped that it wasn’t too noticeable. A
sidelong glance at Cindy told her exactly how she must
have appeared herself.
Beads of perspiration glistened in the harsh light of
the fluorescent tubes and Cindy’s skin was reddened and
suffuse and a vein throbbed at the side of her temple.
Ruth could almost feel the heat coming from her, could
almost smell her wetness and readiness for wild and
uninhibited sexual abandon. Her own wantonness was no
less than Cindy’s. She needed to be fucked and she
needed it to be wild.
Friday night, back at the Motel wasn’t looking too
good. Cindy and her guy left her in the bar early.
Their hands had been quivering and the sexual charge
between them was quite palpable. Ruth ended up frigging
herself into a stupor in the shower and then dreamed
her most erotic dream for many years, with her, being
impaled on horses and anything phallic shaped. Her bed
in the morning was a mess, but she felt unfulfilled and
frustrated.
They were to tour the domestic animal area on Saturday.
The stallions had taken Ruth to uncharted places in her
mind, but the dog section took her completely off
world. Her old fantasy was there in front of her, in
full and glorious Technicolor. It was as much as she
could do, to not climb into the insemination cells and
let the animals fuck her until she collapsed.
Cindy and David, Cindy’s guy, wondered off and left her
talking to one of the assistants. He was quite
informative and explained each of the different
techniques they used. Ruth did something she had never
before thought about. She invited the young guy to
dinner at the motel and fully intended to screw the
luckless fellow into next week. He accepted, but turned
out to be hopeless in the sack and she felt regretful
after, beating herself up for her unfaithfulness.
She returned home, back to the tirade of her mother and
her desire to become a granny. In the end, Ruth
informed her mother that she wanted nothing to do with
children. Spite drove the next words from her mother’s
mouth. “Is that because you can’t have any, because Tom
sure can?”
The truth eventually came out. Tom had a child with
some girl in another state. A boy of three or four. She
knew he had had one or two girls before, but this was a
secret he had kept. A secret that, he hadn’t deigned to
tell her. It mattered not one whit that it had happened
before they became serious. Ruth could hardly
distinguish between anger, hurt and betrayal.
She withdrew into herself after a vitriolic fight with
Tom. Ruth couldn’t talk to either her mother or mother
in law, neither of whom could see the problem. Cindy
was too loved up with yet another guy, as she put it.
In a desperate search for solace, Ruth spent time on
the computer, chatting in rooms, full of people who
were basically, searching for sex or had fantasies that
were better confined to imagination.
The second event was her discovery of a Zoo site. It
started off innocuously enough. Pictures of women in
various poses with dogs, horses, donkeys and so on
filled the archives. Short clips of film titivated and
teased her imagination. Many nights for months, Ruth
could be found watching downloaded films and rubbing
her cunt until it was sore.
The idea of actually doing it came sometime later. In a
fit of desperation, she answered an advertisement for a
woman to be a bitch to a Doberman. She answered and
asked that they chat first. Almost before she had
pressed return, the guy answered her post and a chat
sequence began that went on for several months.
She felt she had got to know the guy. They exchanged
computer-generated pictures of each other and spend
hours, chatting in real time via their respective
modems. It was a logical step to begin talking over the
phone and then, to eventually arrange a meeting,
initially at a coffee bar in town.
Grant looked nothing like his photograph. In reality,
he was much older than he had implied. Quite a bit
fatter and had far less hair, but it mattered little to
Ruth. Her overwhelming desire was to be filled with dog
cock, just as she had witnessed on many occasions now
and seen so often, in graphic detail on the net. Her
innermost need was to be screwed until she screamed,
rammed by a large dog, until they tied ass to ass and
her womb filled with dog semen. Grant had the
wherewithal and that was good enough for her.
A certain reckless element drove Ruth. Her normal self-
control was abandoned. She agreed to meet Helmut that
day. She had seen pictures of him in his full glory.
His chocolate brown coat gleaming, intelligent eyes
staring down an imperious nose set on his noble head.
They left the coffee shop, almost at a run to go to his
car, parked down the street. Ruth left more than the
shop behind. She left her reason and caution on a
rapidly cooling plastic chair, along with the
congealing remnant of her latte.
He drove for an hour. Buildings crowded together, soon
gave way to trees and grass verges. Then, in turn to
open farmland and fields of corn, waving in the breeze
as if inviting her into oblivion. She noticed little of
the outside world. Excitement crowded out any rational
thoughts.
Her nerve centres buzzed in anticipation and adrenalin
coursed through her veins, adding to a heady cocktail
of mounting expectancy that grew exponentially as the
miles flew past un-noticed. They spoke very little
during the drive. Ruth was grateful for that, because
her mouth was too dry to raise more than a croak and
she was uncertain that anything she said would make
sense anyway.
He turned abruptly right, leaving the smooth hardtop to
enter onto a dirt track. Two snake like lines with a
raised grass mound between that twisted and turned,
soon hiding them behind trees and shrubbery from anyone
passing on the road. The corrugated tin shack at the
end of the dirt drive surprised Ruth into saying her
first words for ages.
“Where are we?”
“Home from Home, Darling.” He got out of the car and
slammed the door shut harshly, too harshly it seemed to
Ruth.
She also got out of the car, shutting the aged door
with a little more care and reverence for its age. Her
mind was telling her that this was not right, but every
other part of her body overruled and she took her first
step towards the rundown and rusting heap he called
home.
Helmut came barrelling out of the front door, squealing
in delight at seeing his master. Grant bent at the
waist and made a big fuss of the brown head and
shoulders that bounded around him in excited
exuberance.
“This way.” He took Ruth’s arm just above her elbow in
a strong, but not rough grip and propelled her to the
still swinging wooden door that yawned open onto a
blackness of an interior that she didn’t want to think
about suddenly. His guiding hand helped her up the
single timber tread to the porch level and then through
the portal. A panic feeling of leaving the world behind
crossed Ruth’s mind and flitted away in a jumble of
disorganised half thoughts.
“Well, this is it.” He announced with and expansive
sweep of his free arm. “Welcome to my humble abode.”
Ruth tried to take in the details of the place, but the
sudden change of light from the glaring sun to
lightless gloom, prevented her from making out much
more than the larger pieces of furniture. Her sense of
smell told her of the dog’s living here and another
cloying smell lay just below her recognition. She
didn’t have time to really study the place. With little
warning, Grant led her to a chair and sat her down.
Another panic light lit up in her mind and she was
feeling quite uncomfortable with the situation. Helmut
came to her and checked her out. His nose took her in
while his eyes bored into her brain with an unblinking
stare. He licked her hand then and seemed to accept her
in his realm.
“He likes you Ruth. Why not take your jacket off and
let him get to know you properly?” He had said only her
jacket, but Ruth felt he meant all of her clothing and
any self-respect along with the threads.
“I’m not so sure about this Grant. I mean, Helmut is
beautiful and all that, but suddenly, I feel a bit too
nervous. Perhaps I need to get to know him for a while
or something. Perhaps……..”
“You should have thought about that before girly.” His
change in attitude confirmed the panic lights that were
flashing all the time now. Ruth knew fear for the first
time and began to look at her avenues of escape should
she need it.
“Grant, I really am not comfortable with this. It’s not
like I thought it would be I guess. I want to go home,
please.”
His laugh was short, a sort of Ha! And had no mirth in
it.
“Jake, get in here now.” Grant shouted over his
shoulder as he sprang up from a chair he had sat in
opposite Ruth. His speed shocked her into immobility
except for an involuntary flinch as his claw like hands
grasped her jacket.
She caught sight of a previously unnoticed door
swinging open and a body coming into the room. Details
eluded her where it was only just in her peripheral
vision, but strong hands grasped her arms, pinning them
back and lifted her from the seat as if she were
nothing, into a standing position.
Grant tore her jacket from her shoulders, ripping the
sleeves of the body. Her blouse was then grasped by
both of his hands and rent apart, popping buttons, to
expose her bra-less breasts. She screamed and was
rewarded with a fist to the side of her jaw.
Mercifully, she lost consciousness for a moment or two,
but came round enough to feel her panties being pulled
and ripped sideways off of her. Her skirt lay in a
fallen halo around her feet. Her arms were still pinned
back, but he, who ever Jake was, had now got her in a
one handed grip, with the other gripping her right
breast painfully.
“Give me her hands.” Grant’s orders to Jake were
clipped, but succinct. Her hands were forced together
in front of her body; a plastic cable tie was looped
over her wrists and cruelly yanked them tightly
together.
“Now Bitch, you’re going to get what you came for.” His
breath smelled as it escaped from his lips, a few scant
millimetres from her ear. Ruth’s bladder let go and her
urine puddled on the floor between her feet and soaked
her skirt. Fear ran amok through her, sense and
rational thought became impossible.
She was thrown to the floor, landing on her back and
cracking her head on the hard floor. Stars circled and
her vision blurred for a few seconds. Her other senses
were working overtime though and she felt her legs
being pulled apart roughly while her tethered hands
were yanked up and over her head.
“Here boy, see what we got for you.” Grant hissed to
the dog in a loud whisper. Helmut was becoming agitated
by the sudden action that seemed to Ruth as if it had
gone on for hours already, but had all been done in a
few short seconds, with what seemed, a practiced ease
as if they did this regularly.
With a few more words of encouragement, the Doberman
approached and smelled at Ruth’s sex. His breath felt
hot, but his nose was electrically cold when it brushed
against her vulva.
“No! Please? Don’t do this.” She pleaded and was
slapped stingingly across her face, drawing blood as
her cheek squashed against teeth. She almost gagged at
the taste of her blood as it filled her mouth. Grant’s
order for her to shut the fuck up wasn’t necessary.
After backing off when she was slapped, Helmut came at
her again and tongued her exposed cunt. He seemed to
relish the fear induced piss and began to lap at her in
rapid strokes of his hot tongue. Ruth thrashed her head
from side to side in terror, but only collected another
slap that promised to be a full-blown fist if she
didn’t shut the fuck up.
Her terror complete, Ruth found a small part of
herself, detached and almost idly watching the abuse
she was receiving, in amused distain. She retreated to
that place, trying to hold her sanity together.
The dog licked her for a few minutes, before they
turned her over and shoved a cushion under her stomach.
Helmut started licking her again, in this new position
and managed to get his tongue through her labia lips.
Her bladder let go again, which only excited the dog
further, increasing his tempo in mounting expectation.
Suddenly, she was thrown over onto her back again and
sat against a wooden chair that supported her head at
the base of her neck.
“Suck him you cunt.” Grant was still giving the orders
while Jake seemed to know exactly what to do. He
grabbed her head between both hands and opened her
mouth by pressing against her cheeks, in readiness for
the dogs cock. Grant dragged Helmut over her prone body
and helped him get into a standing position, where his
cock was in line with her open mouth.
Ruth’s eyes were shut where the fur of the dog brushed
against her face, so she didn’t see the massive size of
the dogs weeping and engorged penis. She didn’t see it,
but soon felt it as the hard pointed end almost tore
her throat apart. She gagged and threw up, but was
unable to emit the spew where cock filled her mouth. It
came out of her nose and stopped her breathing for a
heart stopping second.
Helmut was humping her mouth in rapid and short
strokes. She couldn’t breath and was continually
gagging. Fortunately for Ruth, in their excitement,
they wanted to see the next act quickly, not dwelling
on any one scenario for long.
She was spun over yet again and something was thrust
under her hips, while her head rested on the floor and
her knees supported her lower half. Ruth gasped a
breath and almost screamed, but managed to check it as
she felt the weight of the dog’s body drop on her.
Helmut, in a customary position, thrust forwards and
stabbed her between her anus and pussy. His next thrust
caught her tailbone. The sudden agony caused her to
scream, which turned into a howl of pain and anguish as
Helmut’s next thrust entered her cunt.
“Shut her up Jake for fuck sake will ya?”
Something was shoved into her mouth. She thought it
might be the remains of her blouse in that detached
place of sanity that was still operating in a corner of
her mind.
Helmut was now pumping the whole of his cock deep into
her bruised sex. His thrusts came in rapid staccato and
getting deeper with each violent and ruthless stab.
Ruth screamed around the cloth as his knot passed her
outer lips and began to swell inside her, forcing her
walls to part and hurting her pelvic joints as they
tried to spread. In one sudden thrust, Helmut buried
all of his cock inside her, tearing something inside.
She felt it go, but had now become, almost inured of
the pain and violence, of what was happening to her.
Then the dog bit her neck and shoved against her harder
and with more urgency. She knew he was now filling her
with his seed and that she was ruined, possibly
forever. The pain had become deep and centred within
her. It felt cauterised by the hot dog semen splashing
against her womb.
They were tied. Helmut tried to get away, but only
succeeded in turning in the manner she had dreamed
about so long ago. Ass to ass they stayed for some time
until his knot receded enough for them to separate. By
now, Ruth was almost senseless, only registering the
cum of her violators as she spat it out of her ruined
mouth.
Ruth was found two days later, dehydrated, wondering
naked and mindless in some remote fields. Her ruined
throat was trying to hum a tune, as she rolled or
walked through the corn. Her saviour had been that
small, detached place in her mind. It was the only
thing that saved her from complete derangement. It took
her many months for her body to heal, but she never
quite healed in her head.
Helmut, Grant and Jake were not seen again, neither on
the site, she had previously been a regular at or the
hut, where they had abused her so cruelly. The Police
tried tracking the computer back through the ISP but
never found the owner. Besides, she asked for it,
didn’t she?
The moral, if there is one to this story, is that,
fantasies are fine. In fact, they have an important and
valid place in our sexual practices, but fantasy and
fact are two completely different things. Sometimes, we
take a risk; again, nothing wrong in that in most
cases, but if you are tempted to take your fantasy to
another level. Please, I implore you, make sure someone
knows where you are going and with whom you are
meeting.
END
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This story was written as an adult fantasy. The author
does not condone the described behavior in real life.
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