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The Raid on Kadhir Pets
by Doberrmann (doberrmann@gmail.com)
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An animal rights organization raid a high-profile pet
shop in the city, with the intention of forcibly
releasing the caged animals in a dramatic show, with
media coverage. What happens is an entirely different
kind of show - with the ladies ending up as bitches
for the pack of dogs that were undergoing specialty
training - to attack and overpower human females.
(FFM, F/beast, nc, rp)
***
A team consisting of five ladies from the Coimbatore
Chapter of the Animal Rights Activists Group (ARAG)
was headed towards a neighbouring town on a special
mission. Their target was KADHIR PETS, a high-profile
business house that deals with specialty pets. Mrs.
Mercy Joseph was in charge of the team which comprised
of the members Mrs. Mala Ganesan, Miss. Vimala, Dr.
Lekha Dinesh and Miss Savithri. Their mission was to
conduct a raid on the lines of the incident that took
place at the research foundation at Hyderabad.
Kadhir Pets was well known for its expensive range of
pet animals, and the ladies expected to make it to the
news with the backing of a media unit. This team had
recently raided the 'Stray Dogs Eradication Wing' of
the Municipal Corporation and had rescued twenty stray
dogs that had been caught from the streets, destined
for electric culling. This formed the basis of their
indubitable confidence in the success of the present
project.
Kadhir Pets was founded and operated by its sole
proprietor, Mr. Kadhiresan. What he had started as a
humble shop for training and trading domestic pets,
had grown into a high-profile, multi core business
establishment dealing in super-breed canines and
felines, in addition to providing specialty services
that included mission specific canine training, stud
services by certified pedigrees and more. Its posh
premises were presently spread over a twenty acre
campus that had become a landmark. Kadhiresan,
popularly called 'Kadhir', was a shrewd animal trainer
with unparalleled skills in conditioning canines for
any imaginable purpose, this being one of the much
sought-after services of his establishment. His
training methods were unique, almost proprietary in
nature.
He also provided an unlisted service that was known
only to a select clientèle, which involved the mating
of human females with dogs trained for the purpose.
This exclusive circle of clients consisted of certain
highly placed gentlemen who had a veritable passion
for the voyeuristic pleasures of witnessing females in
their possessions being mounted by well hung canines.
This elite circle was largely responsible for the
rapid prosperity of his establishment.
The team of animal rights activists stormed into the
reception hall of Kadhir Pets. Madam Mercy's imposing
figure, her posture and the tone of her voice exuded
authority, an attribute that resulted from her
authoritative position in a government institution of
repute, which conferred almost absolute power over the
staff in her charge. She gazed at the cute
receptionist and demanded to see the manager. A couple
of minutes later, Mallika the receptionist, ushered
the ladies into the office of the manager, Mr.
Ragunath.
"How may I help you, ladies?" enquired Mr. Ragunath,
with a pleasant smile.
"We are from the Animal Rights Activists Group and we
would like to see the list of the animals kept here,"
said Mercy in her authoritative tone. The manager read
out an impressive list from his computer-monitor, and
answered her subsequent questions. She then demanded
to know the manner in which the animals were kept,
also reminding him of the legal provisions in the
'Prevention of Cruelty to Animals' Act.
In the meanwhile, Kadhiresan, who had already been
informed by Mallika of the visit by the animal rights
activists, was in his chamber listening to the
conversation that took place in his manager's office.
It did not take him much time to guess the purpose of
these ladies. He gave out certain orders to his men
over his walkie-talkie and walked out of his chamber,
to meet the ladies himself.
"Please meet Mr. Kadhiresan, madam. He is our
proprietor."
With a "Good morning, ladies," and a bow, Kadhir
seated himself on the chair by the side of Ragunath's
desk, which being at a vantage position, offered him a
good view of all the five members of the team. Mercy
introduced her team-members to him and then continued
her conversation, while her eyes measured him from
head to toe. She placed him well below thirty, too
young to have built such an upmarket enterprise. About
six feet, muscular build, almost shoulder-length hair,
soft drooping moustache, but docile-faced.
During the course of the conversation, Kadhir too,
conducted a visual assessment of the ladies, one by
one. The team leader Mercy, in mid-forties, was of a
somewhat heavy build. Not too flabby, but bigger than
the average Indian female physique. Her height was
proportional to her size. Her authoritarian chest-up
posture made a magnificent show of her ample breasts.
She wore a pale blue saree over a tight choli (a short
Indian blouse) and the petticoat tied below the navel.
For readers not acquainted with the Indian saree, a
brief note would be appropriate: The saree is an
unstitched cloth about five meters in length, wrapped
around the waist over a string-tied petticoat, with
the free end draped over the front of a short blouse
(choli), and the excess slung over the shoulder to
keep it in place. A well-stitched choli offers the
right degree of exposure and support, enhancing the
shape of the wearer's breasts. Usually, a broad
midriff is left uncovered, which in Mercy's case
revealed a fold or two in the waist that landed over
broad buttocks which filled the seat. The extra fat,
however, could not obscure the seductive form she had
possessed in her younger days. In contrast to her
authoritarian voice, her lips had an alluring softness
that held Kadhir's attention for an extended while.
Her light-brown complexion was typical of women from
the state of Kerala.
Seated to her right was Mala, also a married woman.
Mala's complexion was a tenth of a shade darker than
Mercy's, but had a youthful lustre that placed her
well over ten years younger to her team-leader. She
too was clad in a saree, a floral nylex. The semi-
transparent nylex provided Kadhir with a fair amount
of insight into her anatomy. Her body was well
proportioned, bore no flab, but possessed an
appropriate amount of fat that was distributed over
the appropriate places to accentuate her curvaceous
figure.
She had a smooth and constricted waistline. A window
on the opposite wall rendered light at the right angle
to offer Kadhir a good view of her cleavage through
the thin nylex. The low-neck choli revealed a pair of
well-shaped breasts. Her subtle but expensive make-up
put her as a high-society lady, but the expression on
her face was typical of a conservative, modest Hindu
housewife.
To Mercy's left was Vimala, whose face, figure and
attire bore the 'college girl' stamp. Sensuous lips on
an extremely attractive oval-shaped face, plastic-
smooth skin, rocket-nose tits, made-to-order body
proportions - she was a life size barbie-doll. Maroon
lipstick, pencil-thin eye-liner, designer pants,
sleeveless tops: a glamour-grade chick.
Kadhir turned his attention to the other two females
who sat behind these three. The mangalsuthra on
Lekha's neck certified her as a married woman, though
she looked too young for birthing. Her fair complexion
was just a tint deeper than Caucasian. She was of
athletic build, had small, but well-shaped tits. She
was dressed in salwar kameez and wore little make-up.
The other chick, Savithri, looked like just out of
school, hardly eighteen. Lean physique, childish face.
She too, was dressed in salwar-kameez. Kadhir wondered
how this one joined the gang. She didn't blend with
the group.
Kadhir's attention on the ladies' physical aspects did
little to distract his conversation with Mercy, who
was actually annoyed at the effortless manner in which
he responded to her queries. She glanced at her watch
and decided that it was time to make their move. She
stood up and demanded that her team be shown the
animal cages, at once.
Kadhir referred to the wall-clock and reckoned that
his men should have completed the arrangements that he
had ordered while exiting his chamber. The special
arrangements were a precautionary measure for taking
care of the ladies, in the event they attempted
something similar to the Hyderabad incident. His
judgment could not have been more accurate, since the
present team was precisely aiming at such a move. He
led the five ladies to the elevator that was situated
at the far end of the building.
They traversed a multitude of corridors, in the course
of which the ladies totally lost their sense of
direction. The plush interiors were reminiscent of a
multinational corporate house, quite different from
what the activists expected to see. Each of the many
floors and sections of the premises had been designed
for a specific program. The ladies felt no motion as
the neural-network-controlled elevator quietly
descended to level B, two floors below ground level.
Level B was where Kadhir's arrangements had been made
for the ladies' reception. This level presently housed
eleven of the dozen super-breed dogs that had been
imported from a Dutch breeding laboratory. The twelfth
had temporarily been removed to the vet section due to
a minor infection. These were no ordinary dogs. The
breed was named 'Delta Rapist' by its creators in
Holland. A product of selective breeding and genetic
manipulation, they possessed an awesome aggregation of
traits - the savage temper of a Combai, ferocity of a
Rottweiler, intelligence of an Alsatian and the
stamina of a Wolfhound, to mark a few.
All twelve dogs were male, procured on behalf of an
estate client, and were at the final stages of their
mission-specific training focussed on the assailing of
human targets, especially females. Kadhir saw the
visit by the animal rights activists as a timely
opportunity for real time field-test for the dogs as
well as his training program. His clients were the
owners of cardamum estates in the Nilgiri Hills, who
had a peculiar problem with rivals in the area. After
experiencing repeated failure of the cardamum crop,
they instituted an investigation, to discover that the
cause was neither disease nor malnutrition, but
intentional poisoning of the soil by their rivals, who
used attractive women to gain entry into their
estates' fences.
The women in question were not of the working cadres,
but members of the elite, drawn from circles of
acquaintances and relatives of the landlords. The dogs
would not only provide fool-proof security for the
estate, but also be effective in delivering definitive
punishment to the feminine trespassers of malicious
intent.
Kadhir and the team of animal rights activists passed
another labyrinth of corridors before finally reaching
the dog-pens. Contrary to the team's expectation,
these were no ordinary pens either, but integrated
into sophisticated architecture that bore little
semblance to animal cages. What they saw were an array
of stainless steel-grilled shutters covering
rectangular openings on a very long wall.
The shutters were closed, but not locked. Mercy's team
inspected the cages and found a dog in each of the
first few cages. The dogs they saw were large, but
appeared benign. With a nod from the team leader, each
of the ladies swiftly positioned herself near a
shutter. Mercy gave the order to 'open the shutters',
and started to slide open the shutter nearest to her.
As the other ladies started opening the other cages,
Kadhir assumed an expression of extreme alarm on his
face and shouted, "Madam, please do not open the
cages! The dogs belong a client!"
"I don't care whose dogs they are. Do you know that
they ought not to be kept in a dark cage like this?"
retorted Mercy in her commanding voice.
"Please, madam, do not let the dogs out! They are
ferocious!"
"Don't try to threaten me, gentleman," said Mercy, who
was in no mood to believe him. She shouted to her
associates to hasten opening the cages. Five cages
were now open, from which the five dogs they had seen
stepped out lazily. Though the dogs were large, their
benign disposition caused no fear in the ladies'
minds.
Furthermore, they had the confidence of having carried
out a similar exercise at the Municipal Corporation.
They then started chasing the five dogs towards the
direction that they assumed was the front of the
premises, unaware that they were two floors below
ground level. The reluctant dogs continued to face the
ladies, but slowly moved backward to where the ladies
wanted them to go.
As the group of ladies crossed the foremost of the
cages, Kadhir dipped his hand into his waist pocket
and got busy with a device he had inside. It was a
small gadget designed to produce ultrasonic sounds
which the dogs had been acclimatized to. The device
was a modern electronic version of the conventional
dog-whistle used for generating ultrasonic sounds that
could be heard only by dogs, inaudible to the human
ear. While a conventional dog-whistle was limited to a
single frequency, Kadhir's device was capable of
producing a wide range of ultrasonic tone-patterns.
These dogs were trained to respond to over forty
different ultrasonic commands from the device.
As Kadhir's fingers worked on the device's buttons,
six more dogs jumped out of the open cages and growled
behind the ladies. The ladies were taken by surprise,
as they had seen only one dog per cage. Suddenly, the
five dogs that they had been driving out, also changed
from their benign expressions to a frightening growl
in unison. They lifted their upper lips exhibiting
their sharp teeth in a fearsome manner. The ladies
were now gripped with fear, as the dreadful animals
approached them in a slow and steady movement. Mercy,
being the toughest of the team, shouted to Kadhir:
"Hey, mister, please drive off these dogs!"
"Madam, these are a ferocious breed. That is why I
warned you not to release them. No one can control
them!"
"Then call your workers, tell them to come with
sticks!"
"Okay, madam," agreed Kadhir and turned to go. Mercy
then took out her cell phone to call the media team,
whom she was furious at for not arriving at the
appointed time. Unfortunately, she had not received
information that all the media squads in town had been
diverted to cover a political meeting called up by the
opposition party, and none was available to record her
magnanimous endeavour.
The instant she took out the phone, a dog pounced on
her and grasped her hand in its jaws. She squealed in
shock, as she lost her balance and grabbed the nearest
handle on the wall to steady her heavy self. The cell
phone flew from her hand and glided on the floor over
a distance before disappearing under an enormous
cupboard at the far end. The dog released her hand as
soon as its objective was accomplished. Mercy
inspected her arm in fear, but sighed in relief, upon
finding the skin intact with only shallow teeth marks.
The pack of five dogs continued to move towards the
fear-stricken ladies, forcing them towards the other
pack of six which were now retracting backwards. In
spite of the recent incident which she thought was due
to the dog's aversion for cellphones, Mercy did have
the nerve to assess the situation. The fact that the
dogs had thus far been trying only to frighten them
but did not attack, gave her a blind courage to try
and bravely step through the pack.
Immediately all the five dogs barked ferociously and
prepared to pounce on her, forcing her to jump back in
fear. The savage barks and the sight of vicious teeth
triggered an adrenaline rush. Once Mercy was back with
the group, the pack of five dogs continued their
advance, while the other pack moved slowly backwards.
As the ladies moved deeper into the corridor, they saw
a pathway leading off at right angles. With dogs on
either side, they stepped into the passage and started
walking briskly in the hope of escaping the dogs. But
in reality, they were being driven into the passage by
the dogs on purpose. Reaching a dead-end, the group of
ladies found an open door that bore the label "B6" in
brass.
They entered the doorway, but before they could manage
to shut the door, the dogs pushed in. With all the
eleven dogs behind them, they looked around for an
escape route, but found none. They were now trapped in
an enormous hall about forty feet wide and a hundred
feet long. It was empty, but for the floor-to-ceiling
cupboards along its length and an array of square
carpets spread out at regular intervals along its
middle. Kadhir, who had been following them at a
distance, called his assistant Samuel on his walkie-
talkie.
"Sam, switch on B6 console. Get ready to record."
"O.K. sir!"
B6 was a large hall designed for certain specialty
programs. It was a sound-proof room that incorporated
an assortment of high-tech gadgetry and special
features, some of which were concealed in the walls,
cupboards and carpets. The ceiling displayed a matrix
of devices that included high-resolution cameras,
unidirectional microphones and motorized spotlights,
all of which could be remotely controlled from the
console room situated a level below. Samuel and Gopal
were the two technicians fully competent to operate
the setup. The room had earlier been used on a few
occasions, but only a quarter of its features had been
utilised then.
The five ladies clung together, besieged by the dogs
and the barbaric growl that echoed in the room. Some
of the floodlights had already come on when Kadhir
entered the room. The sight of Kadhir gave a sigh of
relief to Mercy, but seeing no one behind him angered
her again. She shouted at him:
"Mister, where are your men? Get them here fast!"
She had a tone of arrogance even in the present
situation. 'Two dogs not enough for this bitch,'
reflected Kadhir, who was undecided as to which of the
females to put the eleventh dog on, as he worked out a
two-on-one assault scheme. His hand which was still in
the waist pocket, pressed a few more keys to emit a
new sequence of ultrasonic commands. The scene in B6
began to change.
Two of the dogs that surrounded the females moved
towards the youngest of them, namely, Savithri, and
forced her to separate from the group. She inched away
with the fearful thought that the dogs were going to
attack her. But instead of attacking, the dogs made
her move away towards the other end of the room. She
turned to look at Lekha, who was also being forced by
another pair of dogs to move in the same direction.
She was then followed by Vimala, the cutie. Each of
the females was being separated from the group by a
pair of dogs, and made to move towards a specific spot
in the room. The Team-leader Mercy, however, had three
dogs to guide her to her destination.
Eventually, the five office-bearers of ARAG were
spread out, each positioned on one of the square
carpets. The dogs were effective in holding them at
their respective positions. The dread of being
separated from the group drowned their curiosity as to
why they were being positioned in this manner. In
reality, their placements were most convenient for the
cameras to provide multiple-angle coverage of each
female.
There were even cameras positioned at the floor's edge
for low-viewpoint shots. Kadhir was silently
orchestrating the whole programme with the tip of his
finger, literally. He was also keenly observing the
individual and collective behavioural responses of the
dogs, to evaluate the efficacy of his training.
The console room was situated on the floor below level
B where the special reception for the ladies from ARAG
was under way. The room's walls were mostly covered
with flat-screen monitors, with a 'C' shaped control
panel in the front that contained a maze of switches,
sliders and knobs. As Samuel tweaked the controls,
several of the monitors came on, with images of the
sweating and shivering females in B6. Each of the
ladies could be viewed from several angles by
selecting and adjusting the appropriate cameras.
Sam zoomed in on the cutest of the lot, Vimala. She
was a real looker. He then switched on and adjusted
the intensity of spotlights one by one, until he got
the right effect. With their clothes clinging to their
sexy bodies due to the sweat brought about by the
anxiety besides the heat from spotlights, the five
ladies made an excellent show on the monitors. Just
then he saw some action on monitors two and three, so
he stopped ogling and got serious with his work.
Without warning, one of the three dogs that surrounded
Madam Mercy leaped up and placed its paws on her
shoulders. The unexpected act evoked an ear-piercing
scream from the team-leader as she stepped back to
avoid falling over from the weight of the animal. She
steadied herself in an instant and tried to shake off
the dog in a show of bravery that stunned Kadhir. An
ordinary lady under such a circumstance would surely
have collapsed in fear. The sudden attack on their
leader sent shivers through the other ladies. Mercy
wrestled with the dog to get rid of it, but the animal
was too strong for her. She shouted to Kadhir:
"Mister, drive off this dog, please!"
Kadhir neared her, but did not act. She shouted
louder.
"Don't stand there, mister! Please get this dog off
me, get it back into the cage! We will leave you alone
and not trouble you again."
That was followed by a "EeeeeeeeeeeeeeK!" when she got
some scratches on her neck from the dog's paws. Kadhir
shouted to the dog:
"Delta two! down!"
The dog turned to look at him, but instead of
dismounting, growled at him. Kadhir tried to grab the
dog's collar and drag it off. More accurately, he made
a show of trying to drag the dog off, since what he
really needed to do was voice the right command to get
the dog off in an instant.
"Madam, these are too tough to control, that is why I
warned you in the begining itself!"
He wanted the fear to soak in, but Mercy was made of
sterner stuff. She threatened him, even as she
continued to wrestle with the animal.
"Look here, mister, you better get this damn animal
off me or you're in deep trouble! Understand? You do
not know who I am!"
She fought like a warrior, in spite of the sharp
canine teeth that flashed inches from her eyes.
Finally she managed to push off the loathsome beast.
Actually, it was the dog that decided to jump down, on
a silent command from Kadhir's device. While jumping
down, however, it pulled the front end of her saree,
exposing her choli-covered chest and the bare flesh of
her midriff which, with a deep navel pit, offered a
lewd display that aroused not only Kadhir but also
Sam, who watched from the console room.
Mercy studied with disgust the scratches and patches
of dog saliva on her neck, upper chest and hands. The
trickle of blood from the deeper scratches caused more
of anger than of fear in the headstrong woman. Kadhir,
with an expression of helplessness, continued to
instill more fear in her.
"Madam, these are a dangerous breed of dogs! They will
attack with savage ferocity if we are not careful! We
must exercise utmost care with these dogs." His words,
instead of scaring her, infuriated her further.
"What nonsense are you trying to give me, mister? If
any one of us is harmed by your dogs, you're finished!
Do you understand? Get all these dogs away,
immediately!"
'Ah, this bitch,' thought Kadhir, 'is in the right
place!' He was really going to enjoy the show. But his
face bore an expression of utter helplessness as he
continued his discourse.
"Madam, please listen to me. These are not ordinary
dogs, they are a cross breed of wolves, and specially
meant for guard dogs. Until they are trained properly,
they are extremely wild and cannot be controlled. They
are also known to be intensely excited by female
scent, that is why they did not bite any of you.
Otherwise they would have attacked in a grievous
manner by now."
"Just what are you trying to tell me, mister?"
interrupted Mercy. She was beginning to get concerned.
"Please listen to me, madam. As I told you, they seem
to be excited by the female scent due to your
presence. There is only one way to handle them now. If
you oppose them they will become very aggressive. But
if you let them have their way, they will not harm
you."
That set off Mercy into a train of thoughts. What did
he mean by 'excited by female scent'? She knew that
men were always excited by her busty feminine charms,
a fact she has often exploited to her benefit. A
tactful 'inadvertent' flash of a choli-covered tit, or
a rub of her soft mammaries on a male elbow could
accomplish plenty. But, will it work on dogs?
In a sudden realisation that her saree no longer
covered her bosom, her hand grasped the loose end that
hung from her waist. The moment she tried to put the
saree back over her front, a dog jumped and grabbed
her hand as if to resist her action. The next instant,
the other two dogs tried to pull down the remainder of
the saree that was still wrapped around her waist.
When she fought to push them off, the dogs got furious
and one of them gripped her hand with its teeth. She
then remembered Kadhir's advise to 'let them have
their way'. She was very worried that her saree could
get spoilt if she fought with the dogs. Kadhir
reinforced her thoughts.
"Madam, they will tear your saree to pieces! It is
better that you remove it yourself!"
The thought of her two thousand rupee Mysore-Silk
going to shreds got her hands busy, unwrapping the
saree from her waist. Her action seemed to gratify the
dogs, as they stood back, quietly watching her. She
rolled up the saree and looked around for a proper
place to deposit it. Kadhir, seeing her quandary, lent
a helping hand and received the bundle. Then the dog
in her front jumped again and clenched the neck-line
of her choli with its teeth, detaching the top two
hooks in the process.
Now scared for her expensive matching-choli, she undid
the remaining hooks herself and peeled off the blouse.
Kadhir took away the choli too, ogling at her tits
that bulged in the tight clasp of the costly bra.
Mercy, in the frightening speed of the happenings,
failed to realise until then the obscene exhibition
she made, in the midst of her assistants and an
unknown male. She even handed over her clothes to the
stranger! When she did come to senses, her head spun
with the agonizing realisation of her unthinkable
situation.
Kadhir turned his attention to the other ladies, who
were in a state of shock as they watched the
humiliation of their team-leader by the fiendish
hounds. The expression of bewilderment on their faces
indicated that the time was ripe for the next step.
His fingers played again with the device in his
pocket. In an instant, the two dogs that guarded Mala
pounced on her. It was followed by similar assaults on
the other three ladies, in timed succession. After
watching the 'live demonstration' by their leader, the
ladies were aware by now of what they were expected to
do. Kadhir then turned his attention back to Mercy.
Before Mercy could recover from her reeling head, the
dog pounced on her again, pulling the clasp of the bra
with its teeth. The pull caused her to lose her
balance, and Kadhir stepped forth to offer support.
The bra fell open, revealing her luscious breasts that
jiggled in an erotic manner. With broad areolae and
stiffened nipples, these were probably the biggest
tits Kadhir had seen in his career. He rendered
further assistance by slipping the bra down her back,
during the course of which he took a firm hold of her
right-tit to assess the denseness.
Now, Madam Mercy Joseph, Officer-In-Charge of the team
of Animal Rights Activists, stood half naked in the
midst of her four assistants, an unknown male and
eleven savage dogs in bright spotlight. The three
spotlights that shone on her had recently increased in
brilliance, as a result of Sam's endeavour to record
her voluptuous body in finer detail. Her blood seethed
in shame and disgrace. The humiliation numbed her
mind, rendering her incapable of thinking her next
action. The dogs got active again, trying now to pull
her petticoat down from her waist. Her hands
instinctively gripped her petticoat to save the
remains of her modesty.
The intensity of the events had caused her to sweat
profusely, intensifying thereby the scent that
emanated from her groin, which induced the dog in her
front to nudge the tip of its muzzle between her
thighs. In spite of the petticoat's cover, the dog's
nose scrapped against her vaginal mound making her
step back in defence. Her action caused her to trip
over the dog that stood behind her and fall backwards,
landing on her buttocks with a thud.
The unexpected fall resulted in both her legs flying
upwards in an awkward manner, pushing up the rim of
her petticoat that finally landed over her face,
blocking her vision. Her fleshy thighs were now
exposed, along with the thick black curls that covered
her cunt mound in a vulgar triangle. She was not
accustomed to wearing panties, as was the tradition in
her community.
When she tried to push off the petticoat that covered
her face, two of the dogs grasped her hands and held
them outstretched, while the third advanced between
her legs to sniff at the vaginal slit. Kadhir took
note of their teamwork, an important aspect of their
training.
Sensing an intrusion on her privates, Mercy crossed a
thigh over the other to cover her sex. Her action,
however, infuriated the dog which tried to regain
access to the heavenly aroma by forcibly separating
her thighs with its jaws and paws. The sharp pain from
the dog's claws that dug into her soft thighs caused
her to throw them out again, thereby reopening wide
the orifice of her cunt.
The dog resumed its endeavour to savour the bewitching
flavour. The swipe of its coarse tongue across her
vulva and over the clitoris instantaneously replaced
her sense of intense pain with a sensation of acute
pleasure, the likes of which she never had experienced
before. The dog displayed its conditioned skill to
pleasure the human female in the most effective
manner. It tried, with its long rough tongue, to reach
the very source of the scent, digging into the depths
of her cunt. The muscular tongue swirled inside her
sensitive vaginal chute, reaching through to the
cervical tube.
She lay in a state of stupefied abandon, relishing the
heavenly sensation she never had known to exist. Mercy
did receive her regular dose of sexual gratification
from her potent husband, but the act was always
limited to the conventional missionary-mode copulation
and nothing beyond. The application of oral stimulus
on the private organs was beyond the domain of her
thoughts.
In spite of reaching the apex of her professional
career, her mindset had not progressed beyond
conservative doctrines. The dog's expert
administrations induced a copious flow of her vaginal
juices, the strong smell of which stimulated the
sexual chemistry of all the dogs in the vicinity.
Every dog in the room sported a pink pecker that poked
from its furry sheath.
Kadhir, who in the meanwhile had been preoccupied
directing action on the other ladies, returned to
watch the team-leader squirming in rapacious ecstasy
from the canine- administered cunnilingus. Upon closer
examination he could perceive the onset of her journey
towards a sexual climax. He turned his attention to
the dog's action. The dog, who had closer knowledge
than him of the woman's state, retracted its tongue
and withdrew, precisely a moment short of her reaching
the orgasmic peak, as it was conditioned to do. This
was an intricate feature of the dogs' training, to
prepare the human target for bestial copulation.
As for Mercy, the abrupt termination of the raging
pleasure just short of the blissful moment was like
being struck by a peal of lightening. The frustration
was so intense that she raised her buttocks high, in
an involuntary attempt to recapture the instrument
that gave her such indescribable pleasure. The futile
effort left her writhing in agony. She then tried to
regain her normal senses, pushing off her face the
petticoat's flap that hitherto had kept her in the
dark.
The sight of the dog between her legs revealed the
real cause of the pleasure spell she was thus far
under. Outraged by the revelation she scrambled to get
up, in the process of which she sat up and stooped to
lift herself on her knees. The posture caused the dog
behind her, which was in an advanced state of arousal,
to mount on to her back causing her to bend down due
to the weight. She planted her palms on the carpeted
floor to support herself, inadvertently providing the
right position for the dog's penis to align with her
sex.
The dog instinctively positioned its protruding member
against her vaginal orifice and humped forward in a
powerful thrust, plunging the canine phallus deep into
the human bitch's cunt. Such a penetration should have
caused extreme repulsion in the upright woman under
normal circumstances, but her present state of mind
yearned for the pleasure that was withdrawn from her
moments ago.
The dog humped her with frightening speed - about ten
times as fast as a human male. Unlike the human penis
that ejaculates only upon its owner reaching a climax,
the canine penis ejaculated in continual spurts right
from the point of entry. The powerful jets of canine
sperm splashing on the inner walls of her womb set her
very soul on fire.
Her body trembled, her coconut-sized breasts shaking
in phase with the dog's rump. Within minutes she
exploded in her first orgasm, and her vaginal muscles
milked the dog's penis in spasms, triggering the onset
of the canine knot. The dog, with its natural
instinct, forced the bulging knot into the human
bitch's cunt, where it swelled further.
Mercy's climax was receding as the knot grew bigger in
the passing seconds, stretching her vaginal chute to
the limit. The movement of the swollen knot inside her
vaginal entrance and the shaft of the dog's penis deep
inside the narrow uterine channel, took her to yet
another dimension of pleasure she had never known
existed. The knot now plugged her cuntal orifice
completely, sealing-in the dog sperm that continued to
spurt without end. True to its name, this breed of
dogs is noted for its unmatched virility and
aggressive copulatory behaviour.
Mercy's first bestial breeding lasted for over half an
hour, during the course of which she was hit by an
endless train of orgasms that held her on a continuum
of rapturous delight. The dog stopped humping when it
finally reached its own climax, but did not separate,
for it was tied to the human bitch by its knot in her
cunt. When the dog alighted its forelegs, the huge
knot twisted painfully in her cunt. Mercy had to
remain butt to butt with the dog for a while until the
knot melted. It did not last very long though, as her
middle-aged cunt was fairly wide and allowed
decoupling after partial deflation of the knot. Her
team members were less lucky on this account, since
all their cunts were considerably tighter.
Soon after commencement of the canine rape of Mercy,
Kadhir had directed the other dogs to carry out
similar assaults on the other ladies of the team in
quick succession, an account of which is presented
below for the benefit of the readers.
The subsequent target was Mala. The two dogs that
guarded her, pounced on her while she stood
dumbfounded watching the attack on Mercy. She did not
possess half the courage her leader had. In panic she
jumped and tried to run, but could not escape the dogs
that effectively kept her rooted to her assigned spot.
These dogs were trained to assail a target, force her
towards a specified spot where they could hold her for
a specified length of time or embark on a sexual
assault as directed. They were also conditioned to
avoid grievous injury to the subject unless
specifically commanded to do so. They were extremely
effective in using fear tactics on human subjects, as
exhibited in the case of the five ladies from ARAG.
The sight of the savage teeth and the fiendish growl
gripped Mala with a terror that blocked her ability to
think. Kadhir gave her the advise he gave to Mercy a
short while ago:
"Madam, please do not resist the dogs! They will tear
you to pieces! But they will not harm you if you let
them have their way, like the other madam did."
Mala turned towards Mercy, whose neck and shoulders
bore scratches that oozed blood. The sight of blood
panicked her further. The dogs jumped again. Kadhir
pulled them away forcibly, but they fought back as
instructed by his ultrasonic commands. He put up a
convincing show of wrestling with the dogs as he
instructed her to remove her saree just as her leader
did. In the self-preservation instinct, she unfurled
her saree as fast as she could. Amidst his show of
struggle with the two dogs, Kadhir let go one of them,
the sight of which made her remove her choli and the
bra in a single motion. She hesitated to untie the
knot of her petticoat, but the terrorising display of
the dog's fury gave her no option. Unlike Mercy, she
wore elegant panties decked with fine lacework.
She had superb body structure. Her firm rounded
breasts, with measured sags and pointed nipples, bore
the shape of ripe mangoes. Smaller than Mercy's, but
each a handful. The narrow waist was creaseless, set
over a broad pelvis in an erotic display of womanly
charms. Kadhir now released the other dog that went
straight to her panties. She was now driven by
instinct, hurriedly slipping off the last cover to her
sex. Denuding herself before a stranger in bright
light was an unthinkable act for this lady of tight
morals, but she was presently propelled by fright and
not by thought.
Simultaneous attacks on the other three ladies had
been launched by the respective dogs that handled
them. Vimala was a pampered child of affluent parents,
who spared no effort nor expense to maintain her
beauty. Having never been exposed to the rigours of
life, she was incapable of digesting the sight of the
degradation of the two senior ladies by the horrible
hounds or the blood-oozing scratches on Madam Mercy.
When she was assailed by the dogs that guarded her,
she hurried to undress herself in order to avoid
damage to her flawless body. The next in line, Lekha,
was also under a spell of fear that caused her to
follow suit, denuding herself wilfully in a jiffy.
Savithri the youngest, wetted her panties in fright,
crying piteously. Kadhir who went to comfort her,
helped her out of her clothes. She was of small frame,
but physically mature as evinced by her fully formed
breasts and the jet-dark pubic curls. The dogs he had
let on this girl were grossly oversized for her, but
Kadhir was in no position to take pity, for his
present action was one of self defence.
Notwithstanding, he did spend a moment of thought on
this one. She would have to endure much pain, though
the effect would greatly enhance the spectators'
delight.
The four ladies from ARAG were now standing stark
naked in the large hall, the fifth lying half-naked on
the carpet, all sweating in the fear and from the
fiery lights that flooded them. Kadhir was in total
control of each of the eleven dogs that were
conducting the show as if at their own discretion.
Every instant of the proceedings that took place in B6
was being recorded in high resolution with the help of
over two dozen video cameras remotely operated by
Samuel from the Console room. We now turn our
attention to Mrs. Mala Ganesan, displaying her
seductive figure on the second carpet.
The dog in her front nudged its nose at her hair-
covered cunt, evoking a soprano squeal as she stepped
back in fright. The dog behind her poked its nose in
the crack of her buttocks. She squeezed her thighs
together to defend her sex and the dog in her front
responded with a furious bark and a threat to pounce,
that made her shudder. Kadhir considered it the right
moment to advise her:
"Madam, spread your legs apart, otherwise the dogs
will get angry and bite!"
It was the fear of being bitten in her privates that
made her close her legs, but now she is told that they
will bite only if she closed them. Without a thought
she heeded his advice and separated her legs. The dog
instantly stepped forward and started lapping her cunt
in masterful stokes, displaying its conditioned skill
in manipulating the human vagina. The stroke of its
tongue was neither random nor driven by canine
instinct, but a result of thorough practice, refined
on ten different human cunts.
The first few swipes across the cunt would render any
human female incapable of resisting. A scientific
explanation of the effect lies in the manner in which
the tongue is applied, vellicating the nerve-endings
over the vaginal topology in a specific sequence, that
triggers a sudden secretion of the pleasure chemicals
dopamine and norepinephrine in the brain of the
subject.
The speed and the order in which these pleasure
neurochemicals are released, cause a positive feedback
within the brain due to each of the chemicals inducing
the release of the other. The resultant flooding of
the nervous system creates a state of pleasurable
numbness akin to drug-induced inebriation in the
subject, rendering her fully receptive to further
manipulation of her genitals.
That was precisely the state that Mala was
experiencing, almost a trance induced by the dog's
administrations. She was followed soon by her other
colleagues Vimala, Lekha and Savithri, who were
manipulated to similar states of elation by the
respective dogs that handled them. Samuel, who was
watching the scenes of B6 on his monitors, was having
trouble with his erection. The scene of four elegant
ladies standing on widely separated legs, each with a
dog lapping at her most private possession, and the
fifth, the leader of them all, lying on the carpet
with a dog slurping her love-juices in earnest, was
beyond the limits of his youthful forbearance. The
strain in his groin was so intense that he had to
release his engorged manhood from the confines of the
zipper.
Kadhir, who was in a higher state of arousal due to
the lubricious scenes in addition to the aphrodisiac
smells in the hall, was in acute need of a release. He
chose Vimala, the prettiest one. Glittering in sweat,
she was a sight to behold. She was impeccably
beautiful. A silent command from his ultrasonic device
caused the lapping dog to retreat, leaving the beauty
aching in frustration. Kadhir stepped before her,
frenched her mouth and cupped a tit. The craving
beauty responded with a ravenous kiss-back as he
vigorously kneaded her tit-meat. His free hand grasped
her pussy mound and kneaded the hairless flesh,
transporting her back to the blissful state she
thought she lost for a moment.
After a while he unlocked his mouth, moved it to her
right tit and sucked the nipple as he pinched the
other nipple between his fingers. When he felt her
cunt juicing again, he detached himself to slip off
his trousers, then bent her forward and positioned his
erection from behind. Her present state of mind
rendered her completely pliable to his will. He held
her hips and drove his prick in a slow, steady motion
until the whole of his shaft was encased in her
hairless cunt. He did not encounter resistance from a
hymen, but the whole length of her procreation channel
was extremely tight.
He pumped her in a slow rhythm relishing the clasp of
her vaginal passage. Soon, she reached a shuddering
climax, her cunt muscles gripping his cock in
spasmodic convulsions. It took Kadhir much effort to
withhold his own orgasm, since he desired to savour
the feel of her tight channel for much longer. The
crossing of her peak brought Vimala to the ground
realisation of her state, but he re-triggered her
quickly by suitable manipulations of her clitoris. He
then grasped her tits for reference as he continued to
pump, until his cock felt the clenches of her second
cumming.
He managed to hold back yet again, though this was
tougher than before. He paused for her to subside,
then restarted the fuck with greater speed. Her tits
were reddened by his kneading. She rose towards yet
another peak with Kadhir's steady pumping. He then
modulated his pumping action to hold her on the
orgasmic crest for a prolonged duration.
He finally allowed her to reach her third orgasm,
during which he crossed his own peak, emptying the
entirety of his seed into her depths. The synchronous
climax took her to a new level of sexual experience,
as the blasts of his sperm hit the walls of her womb
in time with her own ejaculation. Kadhir rested in her
for a long while before decoupling, and then turned
his attention to Savithri the youngest.
The dogs that handled Savithri had been given the
'RA3' command, which was a wholesome instruction for
the animals to conduct an 'assault and rape' on the
subject. The dogs were thus on 'autopilot' mode,
acting on their own, in accordance with the subject's
response and other factors that governed the
situation. These dogs had been custom-trained to
perform autonomously under a variety of circumstances,
on a variety of subjects clad in a variety of attires.
They were capable of using a variety of tactics to
overpower, denude and force the target into the
appropriate position for copulation.
In conventional canine training, food is the standard
reward that is offered. But, due to the genetic
phenotype of this breed, the most effective reward is
the attainment of coitus. Further, they were
programmed to perform as a team, with total
cooperation amongst the members. They would never
compete with or attack each other. However, once set
on a target, they reckon their mission as accomplished
only upon every member of the team or sub-team
attaining the coital reward, unless deliberately
instructed otherwise.
In the case of their ultimate assignment at the
clients' estate, this feature would have severe
consequences for the estate's trespassers, since the
subject would have to endure up to twelve canine
couplings in succession, knot-tied in each case. That,
however, was in accordance with the clients' desires.
The dogs were also capable of accomplishing the above
goal without causing a single visible injury to the
subject, who would thus be incapable of registering a
convincing report of the assault.
The dog behind Savithri was quick in getting her into
position, and commenced its mating rite. With the tip
of its penis the dog sought her vaginal entrance while
it held her waist between its forelegs, bent her
further with its weight and attempted insertion with
normal force. However, due to the impedance offered by
the tight virgin cunt, the dog had to momentarily
withdraw, and hammer in with full thrust. The whole
sequence was accomplished before the girl realised
what was happening.
Her hymen was shattered into shreds, and the dog's
penis plunged into the depths of her uterine cavity,
causing the young girl excruciating pain. Had it not
been for the copious lubrication and the consequent
softening of her vaginal tissues from the preparatory
session, she would have suffered severe damage to her
reproductive mechanism. She screeched a high decibel
scream before her vision began to fade. But the dog
continued to fuck her with vigour and speed.
Kadhir, sensing the girl's loss of consciousness,
picked up a bottle of mineral water and splashed it on
her face. She regained consciousness, only to feel the
unbearable pain that caused her to scream again.
Kadhir moved away to give the cameras an unobstructed
view of her priceless facial expressions. The
microphones under the carpet registered in high
fidelity the unmistakable pistoning sounds of the
dog's oversized cock ramming into her tight cunt
amidst her wailing squalls.
Samuel who was recording the scene, could not withhold
his ejaculation as he watched the incredible show of
bestial defloration. He zoomed in on the virgin blood
dripping down her thighs and also coating the dog's
penis. The floor-level cameras had to be utilised for
the purpose. The dog seemed to relish the grip of her
muscles around its penis as it continued to fuck the
little bitch with great enthusiasm. As the flow of
canine semen enhanced the slipperiness of her cunt,
her pain gradually subsided and her sexual instincts
took over, as manifested by the blissful expression on
her face. Savithri was about to experience her maiden
orgasm.
The video monitors in the console room offered an
incredible sight, displaying the proceedings of B6
from a variety of viewpoints. The far-end camera
showed the five lovely ladies in a row bent on their
knees and elbows, each of them mounted by a canine
stud that vigorously humped its human bitch. The other
dogs that awaited their respective turns, provided
additional embellishment to the bestial orgy by
licking the ladies' necks, faces and the breasts that
oscillated in synchronism with the swift mating
rhythm. None of the five ladies had ever experienced
such extreme levels of pleasure before. Even young
Savithri who was initially overwhelmed by the pain of
penetration, was now enthralled by a hitherto unknown
genre of delightful thrill.
The scenes that followed were even more arousing, with
the first mating ritual reaching its culmination.
After Mercy's dog dismounted her, the other dogs also
dismounted from their respective human bitches within
a span of about fifteen minutes. The dogs however,
were still attached to their bitches by the knots
trapped in the respective cunts. The five ladies had
to remain on their knees and elbows, tied butt to butt
with the dogs, presenting an immensely erotic picture.
While the four younger ladies remained knotted for
about half an hour, Mercy's older cunt being much
wider, released the knot in half the time. When the
canine cock plopped out, all the dog spunk that had
accumulated in her uterus gushed from her cunt like
the spray of a hose. She dropped on her belly from the
exhaustion, albeit in an inexplicable state of
contentedness.
Unfortunately she could not rest for long, as the next
dog in queue prodded its nose between her thighs. When
she raised her buttocks in a frantic attempt to rise,
the dog prepared to mount. Even though she had just
experienced the greatest pleasure of her life, she was
not prepared for an encore so soon. She tried to
straighten herself up on her knees, but the dog
gripped her waist with its forelegs and bent her down
with its might and weight, forcing her into the mating
position again.
Meanwhile, the third dog reached from underneath her
belly and began licking her pussy in earnest. She
wiggled wildly in a vain attempt to free herself from
the dogs. The dog on her back plunged its penis fully
into her wet cunt once and pulled out. It then
repositioned its cock on her rectal orifice and humped
forward. Before she could sense the reality, the
canine tip was lodged in her anus. She twisted and
wriggled in a delirious attempt to dislodge the canine
penis from her arsehole, but her manoeuvres produced
the opposite effect of admitting the dog's member
deeper inside her anus. The dog then thrust in with
brute force, almost fully penetrating her colon.
Mercy was now in great distress from the stretching of
her rectal muscles beyond their elastic limits. Her
initial assumption that the dog entered her anus by
mistake was wrong, since the dog actually was under
instruction to sodomise her rear. The first dip of its
cock in her dripping vagina was a practised approach
to acquire a slippery coat on its shaft, as the rectum
does not provide natural lubrication.
Mercy screamed at the peak of her vocal cords'
capacity as she suffered indescribable pain. Her wide
cunt could have accommodated the oversized canine
cock, but her unused rectal chute was far too narrow
for the formidable tool. The pain was beyond the
limits of her tolerance. The brave lady was literally
in tears, weeping in great agony. The dog pumped her
rear with forcible thrusts, its penis spurting jets of
sperm into her colon. The seminal fluid provided the
much needed lubrication, lessening the stinging
abrasion of her rectal tissues.
Furthermore, the thick penis-head rhythmically nudged
at the sensitive bundle of nerves located between the
anal and vaginal passages, triggering an altogether
different kind of pleasure. Mercy began to taste a
strange cocktail of pain and pleasure that transported
her to an unknown realm of sexual experience.
In due course, however, the pleasure was overtaken by
the pain as the dog's penis began to swell at the
base. The knot was entrapped inside her rectum where
it expanded to its maximum size, multiplying her
distress exponentially. When the dog concluded its
mating ritual, she remained butt-knotted for well over
forty long minutes.
The other ladies were now at the final stages of their
second dog-mating. Unlike their leader who had to
endure the dreadful anal penetration, they received
vaginal coupling which was a pleasurable experience
for them, in spite of the tiredness. Even Savithri's
cunt had stretched to the extent of painless
accommodation of the second dog's tool. The
exhilarating experience of riding a continuum of
orgasmic peaks was deeply engraved in the minds of
these ladies. The session finally reached a
conclusion, with the four human bitches tied butt to
butt with their respective canine lovers. Mercy, on
the other hand, had to endure a third canine coupling
as soon as she was untied from the second. This time,
thankfully, it was vaginal.
Thus concluded the special reception accorded to the
five-member team of the Animal Rights Activists Group,
who had arrived at 'Kadhir Pets' with the intention of
securing freedom for the animals in captivity. The
animal-lovers were filled to the brim with the love-
juices of the dogs they had come to release. It would
be the most memorable welcome party for the ladies,
albeit an unexpected one.
The ladies were presently recuperating from the
intense proceedings of the day. Madam Mercy was the
first to regain her senses. The first thing she
noticed was the absence of the dogs. As her mind
cleared further she recalled with extreme indignation
the events that had befallen her, and vowed to avenge
the unthinkable humiliation she had been subjected to.
She pondered over her next course of action. Then,
with the sudden realisation of her nakedness, she
searched for her clothes which lay beyond the carpet
she was lying on. She then instructed her colleagues
to get dressed, and spoke to them of their next move.
"Get dressed fast. We shall go straight to the police
station and register complaints of rape."
As her team mates rose up in response to their leader,
Kadhiresan, who had thus far been watching them from a
corner of the room, came towards Mercy and spoke to
her.
"Madam, please clean up yourselves, there is a
bathroom this side."
Mercy immediately shouted to her colleagues.
"Do not listen to him! He is trying to erase
evidence!"
"Madam, do not worry about the evidence, I will give
you all the evidence you need. I am only suggesting
that it will not be nice for you if you go out like
this, you see..."
Mercy assumed that he was mocking, and simply ignored
him as she prepared to dress. Kadhir spoke to Samuel
on his wireless set, and then pressed some buttons on
a switchboard concealed in the cupboards. A DLP
projector descended from the ceiling and lit up the
white wall before Mercy. The ladies gathered on
Mercy's carpet and looked at the wall with curiosity.
Sam, from the console room, selected certain scenes
from the recordings he had made, and routed them to
the projector in B6.
A bright picture of Mercy's face filled the wall, her
face expressing divine happiness. The picture then
zoomed out to reveal the cause of her delightful
disposition, the dog mounted on her back. The dog was
licking her neck as it humped her in earnest. The next
clip showed all the five ladies mated with their
canine lovers, each portraying an expression of
absolute pleasure on her face. The ladies were
flabbergasted as they watched the pictures of
themselves in such scandalous depiction. Mercy fumed
in anger. She screeched at Kadhir:
"What the hell is this, mister? Are you trying to
blackmail us?"
Her voice trembled with fury, her face red with rage.
The shots that followed, displayed in fine detail the
bestial ravishment of every member of her team, with
emphatic depictions of the blissful expressions on
their faces. The ladies were aghast. Their intended
rape-complaints would hold no water in the light of
these videos. After the necessary scenes were
displayed to the ladies, the projector shut itself
off. After a long while, Mercy found her voice.
"Mister, who took these?"
"No one took them, madam, it got recorded
automatically," answered Kadhir, maintaining a
respectful tone of voice.
"You mean everything that happened got recorded?"
"Yes, madam. About four hours of recording must be
there. All the evidence you need is available."
Mercy's blood was boiling. Her head was near the point
of explosion. She tried to devise a strategy, but her
brain refused to function. Kadhiresan remained silent,
in order to allow the scenes to soak in fully. Little
did the ladies realise the implication of his
statement about the 'four hours of recording'. Each of
the twenty eight cameras had contributed about four
hours of coverage.
The total recorded length, with tactful editing, could
provide a dozen full-length bestiality movies of the
highest quality. Kadhir was fully aware of the
prodigious market value of his possession, but he was
presently pursuing a different line of thought. He was
now presented with the extraordinary opportunity of
exploiting the five lovely ladies for his personal
amusements. They could further be used as baits to
recruit additional bitches in the future.
The four younger ladies were in a state of stupefied
bewilderment as they looked to their leader for
guidance. Mercy's brain began to function. With her
professional background of wielding absolute power
over nearly three hundred men at her institution, she
considered it easy matter to tackle this youngster.
She started off with threats, emphasising her superior
position in the government. Then, finding not a sign
of alarm on Kadhir's face, shifted strategy to one of
bargain. She tried all the tricks and tactics in her
possession. After patiently listening to her, Kadhir
spoke.
"Madam, please take a look above you."
The ladies looked up, to see the numerous gadgets
affixed to the ceiling. They were confused.
"Madam, there are thirty cameras in the room. Every
one of you has been recorded from every possible
angle. With four hours on each, we have about a
hundred and twenty hours of high quality coverage
which could fetch a fortune."
The ladies were flabbergasted. Mercy was gripped by
terror. As if he read her mind, Kadhir consoled her:
"But I have no intention to distribute these videos."
She felt relieved, at least for the moment. He
continued his speech.
"They will be kept for ensuring my security. If you
ladies will accept my conditions, the videos will be
in safe custody."
"How can we believe that you won't give it to anyone?"
"To believe or not to believe is your wish. It is my
decision to safeguard the recordings, if you abide by
my terms."
For the first time, Mercy had to concede defeat. It
was the debacle of her life. Her elite status was at
stake.
"What should we do?"
"You shall have to come here whenever I call upon
you."
"For what purpose?"
"The purpose shall depend on my inclinations at the
time. As an example, you may have to participate in an
event like today's."
The day's events, despite the traumatic and
humiliating phase of commencement, had deeply
inscribed in the ladies' minds the most pleasurable
memories of the subsequent phase that was brought to
the surface by Kadhir's words. Their subconscious
minds, in fact, yearned for an opportunity to savour
the wondrous thrill again. It was therefore not with
total unwillingness that Mercy and her team acceded to
his demands.
Kadhir, however, would not accept mere words as a mark
of agreement. To signify the signing of the unwritten
agreement, Madam Mercy had to apply the juicy lips of
her mouth on Kadhiresan's erect manhood in deep-
throated fellation and finally consume his ejaculate,
in full witness of her team-members. The expression of
defeat on her face was his assurance that he was in
absolute possession of the five lovely ladies.
END
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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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