Detective Sergeant Juanita Maria Vasquez turned the key, and the throaty growl of custom 400 Hemi engine under the hood of her gloss-black 1972 Mustang Mach I immediately filled the halls of Parker Center's underground garage. She kicked the accelerator a few times, listening to the symphony of pistons and gears sing its heady song. Vas (as she liked to be called, harking back to her days in the Barrio, when she ran with the Conquistadors) sat in the bucket seat and adjusted her rear-view mirror. She saw herself in the reflection: tough, street-wise, dark and invulnerable. There was pride and honor in those eyes, she thought. She smiled, putting on her mirror shades. "Yeah, you're a real bad ass, Vas,"  she thought. And she was right. She commanded respect and more than a little awe from the ranks, and liked it. After the first time the Conquistadors had come out on the wrong end of a fight, at the hands of the Bloods, and she'd been the Bloods' entertainment all that long, terrible night, she swore that she'd never again be in a position of physical inferiority to anyone. She'd been 14 at the time, and in the 10 years since, she'd worked like a woman possessed to bring her body and mind to the peak of development.

As she revved her beloved Mustang out of Parker Center and headed for the freeway, she looked over her arms as she gripped the wheel. The tight black "muscle shirt" she currently wore displayed her body well, as she intended. Vas loved a dramatic flare, and almost always wore clothing which emphasized her impressive body. Under coffee skin, her powerful biceps rippled lazily as she cranked the wheel and gunned the 'Stang onto an entrance ramp for the 110 Freeway. She was 5'5, and 140 pounds of latina muscle in a very sensual package. Her short black hair and direct manner earned some snickers from the rank and file about her (supposedly real) gender and possible sexual orientation (none to her face, of course), and Vas knew it. But frankly, she liked the reputation. She liked being feared, and respected.

Thirty minuted later, and Vas turned the Mustang into her driveway. Her house was a small but very luxurious three bedroom tucked up on a quiet residential street in the hills above Glendale. Her next door neighbor was an NFL quarterback who had taken his team to the Conference Championship in only his second year with the team. Vas knew he was making well into seven figures. The house on the other side of her's was owned by a prominent L.A. attorney who used it as an occasional weekend retreat for himself and his various mistresses (sometimes more than one at a time). Vas had on several occasions snuck over to his house (using her superior skills in infiltration and reconnaissance) and peeped on him, discovering his liking for cocaine and being dominated sexually by his sometimes rather cruel mistresses. Vas considered it part of her own, private neighborhood watch program. Everybody on the street knew that Vas was a cop, and if they slept a little easier for it, so much the better. As a result, she was everybody's friend. Vas liked that too. The acceptance was a welcome change from her outcast youth. And if anybody wondered how she managed such a nice house on a cop's salary, no one asked. So much the better.

Vas was a vice cop, The best in the L.A.P.D.  Her street smarts made her a natural, and she'd moved up quickly out of motor patrol. She'd taken her Sergeant's exam last year and passed with a 99%, and hadn't looked back. Vas smiled again. Today had been a good day.  After six weeks of work, she'd almost single-handedly brought down a major kiddie-porn dealer in South Central. She'd led the bust today, and it had gone off perfecto. The dealer and three accomplices were going away for a long time, and last she'd heard, other jurisdictions were taking down the distribution network as far away as New York.

Vas hung up her gun, a beautiful Parkerized-finish, pearl-gripped military-spec Colt Model 45, on the coat hook by the spacious kitchen. She got herself a beer, a cold Canadian Moosehead, from the fridge, and took a long, satisfied pull. Looking out the French doors to her backyard, she saw Buck looking at her with lazy amusement. She smiled more broadly. "You dumb perrito, you're getting fucking cocky," she murmurred, looking at the big German Sheppard. Buck had almost recovered from the gunshot wound he'd received in the line of duty three months ago, and had kept Vas company those three months after she'd volunteered to take care of him. She felt a little responsible, truth be told, as Buck had gotten shot on one of her ops (taking down a major Compton druglord). This, of course, fueled a whole round of new rumors among her police coworkers about her real sexual proclivities (namely, that she preferred dogs to both women and men). Vas laughed to herself. If only they knew how right they were!

In truth, Vas was exclusively, and very selectively, homosexual (see hated the term "lesbian"), having developed a healthy distaste for men in general during her youth. She really dug women, however. Especially really gorgeous ones who hadn't had a lot of experience in homosexual sex (or, preferably, no experience at all). Vas seduced about two or three women a year, depending on how long each liaison lasted (usually several months each). The last one, Caitlin, had been unbelievably hot, and Vas had sexed the hell out of her for more than four months before Cait, so blown away by the incredible and increasingly wild sex, had finally had to ask Vas for some time alone. And, Vas had to admit, looking back, Cait had been pretty cool about it, admitting that the sex was the best she'd ever had and that she'd learned things and had experiences she'd never dreamed of. Vas knew she'd been a little too rough with her, and she also knew that if she stayed with Cait, she'd get rougher still with her. The woman was so deliciously innocent, and Vas really got off on that, messing sensually with that innocence. They'd parted good friends, and Cait made Vas promise to look her up and a year or so, after the redhead had gotten the chance to explore her more romantic side, now that the ultrakinky side had been exercised (exorcised?).

 Vas was horny now, and she belatedly realized she'd been lightly stroking her moistening pussy while she'd been thinking back to Caitlin, how overwhelmed she'd been by Vas' butch bedroom style. Vas had been very dominant with the beautiful redhead at first, skillfully helping her, sometimes forcing her, to enjoy her own body to its fullest potential. Vas had been so turned on by how responsive Cait had been in bed; every single orgasm just *devastated* the woman. And then, Vas had patiently showed Cait how to return the pleasure, encouraging her the explore Vas' kinky body.

 Vas was momentarily distracted by her dog's nervous prancing back and forth, watching Vas intently through the glass. Buck seemed to know that he was going to get real lucky tonight. The big animal quieted somewhat as Vas let the French doors open for him. Vas rubbed him briskly in greeting, and, putting her beer down, she played with him in her backyard for a half and hour or so. The animal was unbelievably sweet-tempered, a specially-bred German Police dog, absolutely vicious in a fight, but mild as a puppy with his masters. He was, however, still young and prone to get excited at times. He also massed over 80 pounds, and was level with Vas' belly button as he stood next to her, panting after a good game of frisbee-toss. Her backyard, overlooking a cliff with a spectacular view of the grounds of Glendale Cemetery, was really too small for the huge dog to exercise properly, but Vas saw to it that Buck got plenty of exercise in other, far more interesting and unusual ways.

Returning to the house with Buck, Vas fed him a light meal. While he chowed, Vas opened the thick brown envelope she'd brought home with her. It was marked "Police Evidence: Do Not Tamper" in bold, black letters. Vas took a slightly deeper breath as she broke the seal. As the head of her Vice section, it was her duty to review evidence in preparation for trial, and advise the District Attorney accordingly. She'd seen enough at Parker Center in the brief few minutes she'd previewed the tapes to know what they contained. They were fresh from the bust site of earlier today.  Not many envied Vas her duty, entailing as it did delving deep into the darkest depths of humanity. But what they could not know, and certainly never understand, was that Vas loved it. Loved it in a very special, very bizarre way.

Vas had always marched to a different drummer. The streets of the Barrio had insured that. Her mother was a cheap hooker, her father unknown. Mother dead within a year of her birth, bounced all around the foster care system, sexually abused at early ages by several foster parents (both men and women), violently gang raped at age 15, in jail at 19, she'd been weeded out by an experimental (and secret) program run by the FBI, looking for tough, young, but not totally-burned-out hardcores like Vas to put into its unbelievably rigorous military-style training program. Vas had responded like she had been given mother's milk for the first time in her life. Vas looked at the reflected result in her French door glass-pane, as she hefted the evidence package thoughtfully. Unquestionably, her life had been saved, and if the result was a little weird around the edges, well, who could blame her?

Truthfully, by many standards of the L.A.P.D., Vas was patently unethical, possibly even criminal. Most obvious was her video collection.  Vas illegally copied all of the police evidence she brought home to custom 3/4" super-VHS video, and avidly masturbated to all of it. Vas had thought about it many times, why she did it and all that. As close as she could come to an answer was that she seemed to share a peculiar, special empathy with the victims she saw on tape. She'd been there before (in fact, the Bloods had also had video equipment the night when she was fifteen, when they'd given her a very complete introduction to aberrant human sexual behavior), and her arousal was quite literally helpless on her part. Vas was also open to taking bribes or looking the other way if it suited her ultimate purpose of bringing big-time offenders to justice; again, Vas' sense of personal ethics was certainly unique. Her car, home, stereo equipment, all had been obtained with a great deal of help from a very big Hollywood producer who Vas had busted dead-to-rights for custom ordering and buying large quantities of kiddie-porn from a very sleazy dealer a year ago. This same producer now kept Vas supplied with both money (to keep Vas quiet) and information (to help Vas bust other vice offenders: his info had nabbed two big time Beverly Hills drug pushers already). It was a cozy relationship, and very secretly, Vas could even sympathize with him too. He, like Vas, was driven by his own demons, demons that Vas could understand. As a result, Vas came up to the producer's vast Bel-Air mansion once a month, and let him watch some special selections, all involving underage victims, from Vas' personal collection. It kept him happy, and Vas' viewpoint was, The stuff's already been shot, the damage is done, why not recycle a little of it to help catch more bad guys. This was also the reasoning Vas used behind her own use of her collection. The tapes were history, an imprinted visual record of the most primordial human emotions: fear, lust, pain, arousal, domination. Vas could not help responding sexually to them any more than she could shoot herself. Vas was comfortable with it, and said no more about it to herself these days

As a result of her skewed ethics, Vas was unusually experimental with sex, her body incredibly responsive. In addition to possessing the absolutely illegal video collection, Vas also had a cache (which she used occasionally, never enough to negatively impact her superbly tuned body) of very illegal, very rare psychotropic drugs which left the reasoning centers of the brain largely untouched, but heightened sexual pleasure and responsiveness. Having learned some fascinating secrets from the leader of an Indian prostitution ring she'd busted three years ago (Vas had negotiated a lighter sentence for him in return: he now ran a (kiddie-free) sex-ring in Burbank which Vas still visited, on occasion), Vas had carefully experimented with steroids, male hormones and special herbs (which counterbalanced many of the traditional side-effects like joint disease, psychological changes), and had managed to achieve denser, more powerful musculature without significantly adding to her bulk.

Vas was proud to say that she was still this side of feminine. Her added bulk accented, rather than disturbed, the sleek, feminine lines of her body, including her powerfully swelled biceps (she could bench-press her own body weight repeatedly). Her breasts were still very full and firm (actually, Vas breasts were quite large for her smaller frame). The main effect of the old Indian's herbal therapy, as he had promised, was to channel the usual transgenderism that hormone treatments produced, channel it into sexual development instead of mutation. Vas was, very pleased indeed with the chief result to her body that the old Indian had predicted: clitoral enlargement and sensitization. Her clitoris had thickened and elongated to an astounding degree (it had been big to begin with, over an inch long when erect and excited). Under the influence of the drugs and herbs, her clitoris and clitoral hood had thickened and elongated significantly. Now, soft and unstimulated, it hung down more than two inches, bright pink and fat. But when Vas got excited sexually, it could swell to over three inches in length, sometimes as much as four (or more, if she was particularly aroused). It was now also unbelievably, almost impossibly, sensitive.   

Finally, Vas had been a bit surprised, and vaguely disgusted, that the herbs had not done a particularly good job of controlling a classic symptom of hormone-induced transgender development: namely, she'd gotten quite hairy. The Indian had warned her of this possibility, but still Vas had been a bit surprised. Luckily, nothing outrageous, like facial hair.

Vas' pubic hair was dark and full to begin with. Now, however, Vas sported a positive jungle. Her coal-black pubic hair was thick, wiry, and copious, and most humiliating of all, it had spread up her belly to her navel in a dark, silky strip. as well as into the split of her asscheeks, right around her anus. She had also grown similarly luxuriant thatches under both arms. The effect hadn't gone any further than that, thankfully.

At first, she'd spent a lot of time shaving (which was difficult to do around her huge clitoris), but then she'd met Cait, and Cait, as it turned out, liked Vas butch. The butcher the better. She'd encouraged Vas to stop shaving, and then had absolutely worshipped her, to the point that Vas began getting turned on by it too. After watching her redheaded supermodel girlfriend pull at Vas' pubic thatch with her teeth for half an hour, or seeing her lick out her armpits and her tongue her belly a few times, until the hair was soaked with saliva and matted to her skin, Vas had learned to enjoy it as well. Besides, when Vas wore the tight tank tops and muscle shirts she favored, she tended to stop conversation when she raised her arms for any reason. She liked that.

Vas spread a towel down on the soft, luxuriously carpeted floor in front of her home theater equipment, just in case tonight's action spread to that locale. She'd already pulled all the drapes to the house, activated the security system, and night had fallen. "Miller time," Vas thought wickedly. She called Buck over on to the towel, where a sat obediently with a rather expectant look on his face. Vas had continued his training during his time with her, although certainly not in an L.A.P.D.-approved manner.

Vas turned down the lights, and stripped before the mirrored wall tiles adorning the wall next to the high-end audio/visual system. There were no windows in this room, and it was soundproofed. This was her playroom, in the basement, very private. Vas looked it over in the reflection provided by the huge bank of mirrored tile, which covered the entire wall. In addition to the huge 45" color monitor, speakers, and stereo, there was also a reclined, comfortably padded chaise lounge of just the right size and shape so as to allow Vas to lie back, with her legs comfortably spread open, her feet just off the floor to either side of the foot of the lounge, perfectly positioned for her to masturbate while she watched her tapes. Her view of the screen was unobstructed, given that the monitor was raised two feet off the floor and tilted forward, providing a spectacular perspective. This was Vas' secret place, her fortress of solitude, where she let her own personal demons run free..

Vas stripped as she continued to study her playroom. Next to the lounge stood a thick, polished oak chest. Its lid stood open, revealing a very extensive collection of sexual appliances, all Police Evidence of course, as well as her supplies of drugs and hallucinogenics. Nothing artificial tonight, she decided. She was now naked, and examining her body in the mirror. Powerful, compact, exotically muscled, and *perfectly* symmetrical; an American Gladiator would be envious (well, then again, some of those women were just ridiculous-looking).

Vas began to come on to herself a little in the mirror, teasing herself. "Oh, putita, you're so caliente!" she whispered to herself, and then smiled at how stupid she sounded. Then, getting more serious, she began tensing her stomach, watching her abs spring into definition, rippling sensuously. "Perfecto," Vas whispered, meaning it this time. Her abs were perhaps her best feature, giving her lower abdomen just a slight, sexy swell and fantastically balancing the deltoid and biceps development of her upper body. Vas experimentally ran the tip of her index finger slowly up and down the ribbed musculature of her belly, right on the trail of pubic hair, gently scratching back and forth, enjoying the bristly sensation under her fingertip.

"Maybe you were right, Cait," Vas murmurred to herself, teasing the dark strip of hair. "Definitely kinky." Perhaps she really did have a secret desire to be a man. Vas toyed with the possibility, but just as quickly discounted it. She *loved* being female. She just couln't bear the thought of being helpless. Vas' strength was her security, her sanity; however, she had *no* desire to turn herself into one of those mutant women with no tits who hadn't had a period in ten years, with shoulders like the Terminator. She could see the arousal in the eyes of her fellow officers, in the weight room at Parker Center, as she put her body through its paces. That was power, and she liked it

Vas continued to examine herself. Smooth, latin-coffee hued skin marked by four tattoos and three piercings. She had a large, extensive, multi-hued tattoo of a dragon with a massive penis covering the back and top of her right shoulder, her gang-tag from the Conquistadors. A blood-dipped dagger surmounted by an American eagle on her left bicep, her FBI Special Unit tattoo. A tiny, permanent teardrop under her left eye, from her days in lockup. Last, a very delicate, almost elegant ring of blue and green thorn vines and tiny roses ringing her right aureole and nipple, a gift to herself. As to her piercings, she bore a separate 1/4" gold hoop pierced through each of her very dark, very prominent nipples, and a "Prince Albert"-style piercing with a 1 1/2" gold hoop directly through the moist head of her huge clitoris. Gently, Vas slid her clit hoop free of the wet, red flesh, gasping softly as she did so, and set it aside; a few weeks ago, she had set Buck to licking out her cunt, and he'd really started getting into it, when he caught a fang in the ring and. . . well, *painful* to say the least (she'd bled for two straight days, and was still just a bit tender).

Vas walked over to the chest, slowly, and took a bottle of light massage oil out of it. Buck watched her intently, never budging from the towel where Vas had indicated he should sit. Vas smiled at him. "Soon, perrito, " she cooed to him. She noted that his red, moist penis had slipped partially from its furry sheath. Semi-erect, the animal's organ was six inches long.

"I see you're about ready," she told the dog playfully. Vas reached down and took her clitoris in her right hand, and once again marveled at the knowledge of the old Indian. How right he'd been! When Vas had visited the old man's newly formed brothel in West Burbank after he'd served his six month reduced sentence, she'd showed him the results of his careful advice. How he had chortled! Never had he seen such results, he's said. Vas squeezed herself gently, and was instantly rewarded with a wet, burning rush of pure sexual pleasure in her cunt.

Fully aroused as she now was, Vas clitoris tended to erect to a length of between 3 1/2 to 4 1/2 inches, to a point where dog and woman tended to resemble each other sexually. Her clitoral hood was now thick and swollen, and very prominent. As mentioned, when Vas became intensely aroused, typically as when she inevitably allowed Buck to penetrate her vaginally or, especially, anally, her clitoris could sometimes swell to a hair over five inches. It also became quite stiff under these conditions, and with some effort, Vas could use it for her own, peculiar form of coitus. Caitlin had loved it! Vas had fucked her many times with it, fulfilling Cait's recurring need for Vas to fulfill increasingly more masculine sexual roles for her. Vas had even managed an anal penetration once, although this had taken a full hour to achieve, with the help a really huge vibrating dildo deep in Vas' anus keeping her erect and aroused, and a lot of lubricant. They'd both climaxed simultaneously and strongly, and Vas had the whole scene on videotape.

Vas spilled some oil into her hand and massaged it all over her clitoris, which now stood fairly erect, bright-pink, jutting out in a downward curve away from her pelvis. Vas took special care to protect her clit during sex, as it was very tender, extremely sensitive (especially now, given its recent injury). Quickly, she'd gotten the length of it slicked up and well lubed. After a moment's thought, Vas spilled more oil into both hands and began to spread it all over her nubile, muscular body. Vas loved the way the oil accented her naked flesh. Her tits looked bigger, fuller, her nipples darker, and her skin shone so erotically, gleaming like something just-crawed from the womb. Her pubic hair quickly became in turn matted, then soaked, with oil, and clung wetly to her slippery belly. She poured oil into her hands and ran it through her silky hair, until it too clung to her scalp, forming thick, wet strings. She looked . . . alien.

Not being able to stand it any longer, Vas lay down on the lounge and called Buck over. The dog hopped lithely up onto the foot of the lounge and lay obediently between Vas' spread legs.

"Wait," Vas commanded the big dog sternly. No sense in letting a training opportunity go to waste, Vas reasoned. Besides, she was enjoying teasing herself a little this evening. Buck sat motionless, looking Vas straight in the eye. In fact, the only outward signs he showed of his own sexual tension was the fact that the animal's penis continued to slip from its sheath, and that he'd begun to drool onto Vas' left thigh. Vas watched the dog's saliva run along her caramel flesh, noting the wet trail it left. "O.K.," Vas said softly, "That's pretty kinky. . ." Then a moment later, she softly called "release" to the dog, and instantly, he began to feast, running his long, wet tongue all over Vas pubic region, licking the open, wet cleft of her dripping pussy and tonguing the length of her hot, well oiled clitoris.

Vas had remarked several times to the old Indian that her clitoris' sensitivity had grown in direct proportion to its size, and had playfully chided him that she could now barely get through the day without soaking her pants through, such was the delicious friction provided by her jeans to her swollen clit. She in fact had taken to wearing specially padded, men's-style jockstraps to ease the friction and provide her with some support. God, how Caitlin had loved that, too! Vas remembered how fond Cait was of saying that the jock strap made Vas look so deliciously butch.

Vas was now almost erect enough so that her clit stood up freely. As it was, it still bowed to the side an an arc, but the Buck's tongue was rapidly taking care of that. "Easy, Buck, ohhhhh, ohhhhhhhh. . ." she trailed off with a groan as her clit stood straight up with arousal. Buck almost wrapped his long, pink tongue completely around it as he licked steadily at it. "Jesus, you've (ohhh!) gotten good at this (mmmm. . .), perrito," Vas remarked, watching as the big German Sheppard pleasured her.  The young latina police officer hunched her hips forward and angled them up, simultaneously spreading her legs further apart, offering her ripe body to the dog. She was rewarded with Buck beginning to lave the tight brown bud of her asshole, first licking, then probing, with his tongue actually penetrating the tight, puckered ring. Vas slipped several fingers into her pussy, and let Buck lick those clean, then inserted her middle finger deep into her anus, and again let Buck lick it clean. "Now we're starting to rock," Vas thought blissfully, now licking her own fingers, sharing the intimate taste of her orifices with the dog. At this point, Vas hit "play" on the remote by her armrest and settled down to the show.

As usual, Vas found her emotions oscillating rapidly back and forth from deep sexual arousal to the most unbelievably kinky bursts of disgust.  The two emotions coexisted within her, fueling each other until she gasped softly at the intensity of it. As often happened, Vas shed more than a few tears as she watched the evil of mankind, its terrible perversion, played out on the screen. And yet, she was undeniably, deeply, hoplessly aroused by it, helped by Buck. He licked Vas inside-out steadily and thoroughly, easing her transition between abhorrance and lust.

The first tape was bad. . . really bad. They had a young latina girl, dark haired and pretty, about sixteen at the oldest, and they were gang-raping her for the camera. They played to it, performing for it, for the voyeuristic pervert at home. For Vas. She (the girl) was in bondage, blindfolded, and the three guys, two black and one latina himself, were all well-endowed. She was orally raped, fucked by each in turn, double penetrated, triple penetrated. They slapped her around a little, applied clamps to her budding tits, stroked her tiny clitbud with a vibrator, and when she began to get helplessly aroused (as had happened to Vas when she'd been raped by the Bloods) they raped her again, orally, then vaginally, then anally. The guys were pros, not allowing themselves to come, just getting more and more aroused all the time. The made her orgasm twice with the vibrator, and then began sliding it in and out of all of her orifices, making her lick it clean. Then they made her talk about it (as Vas had been made to talk, made to admit that she was to blame, for getting turned on) She tearfully admitted how turned on she was, and was forced to ask to be raped a third time. This they did, harshly and brutally, slapping her. Vas orgasmed sharply under Buck's probing tongue, crying out, as the men on the screen completed the rape in singularly messy fashion, spraying the girl with large amounts of cum. Fade out. . .

"Ohhhhh, mygodmygodmygodmygod" Vas whispered in litany as Buck cleaned her sex after her climax. Her clit stood still and upright, at full rigid attention. "Too bad Cait isn't around," Vas thought, recovering now from her ordeal. It was an ordeal every time, but she had a taste for it. Moving smoothly, sure of herself now, Vas selected a large, flared anal plug from her chest. It was black, with a knobby surface, perhaps six inches long and over two inches in diameter: thick and nasty. Vas squeezed some thick, gel lube from a tube onto the dildo and thoroughly lubricated it.

Buck began to jump around a little at this point, as Vas was bending over on all fours on the lounge. "Buck!" she commended, and the great beast stilled instantly, sitting down. Vas could see that the dog was almost fully erect: seven inches of bright-red cock, and the knot had not yet emerged. Vas positioned the dildo at the entrance to her puckered anus, now moistened with dog-spit. And slid it slowly home, not pausing until the wide flange had slid through her anal ring. She gave a soft cry as it did so, and a deep grunt of satisfaction as her muscular anal ring devoured the rest. She flipped a switch, and grunted softly at the result: deep, satisfying vibrations now travelled up and down her rectal passage. She could feel the dull thrum right through into the base of her clitoris, and her clitoral hood looked to be vibrating.

Now Vas was really hot. Moreover, she was sweaty now, adding to the oily sheen. She stayed kneeling on the lounge for a moment, massaging her full breasts and now very erect nipples, enjoying the sensation of the vibrator in her ass. It made the sweaty cheeks of her ass twitch with pleasure. Her eyes returned to the big screen, to where the action had recommenced with a new sexual vignette.  

 Some young stud was tied to a chair, with a latex mask covering his face. His smooth, pale skin was slimy with cum. Vas had apparently missed some action. However, now, a really gorgeous-looking brunette was crouched over his loins, riding up and down on his really big cock (at least a foot long). "Oh, yes, he's quite a stud," she said in an oddly accented voice that sounded mostly British, with maybe something Middle Eastern mixed in. Maybe Mediterranean. The woman wore a glittering, sort of dramatic facial mask, however, preventing identification. She was really excited, Vas could see. She was kissing him hard now, really getting off on riding the big stud. Two men stood just behind the tied stud, a dark-haired man and a blonde man. Both were naked, muscular, and very well-endowed, although not as well as their captive. "You had best provide him some cock, gentlemen, so that he doesn't lose interest," the woman said in that perfect, oddly accented English. She definitely wasn't American. But British? Maybe. . .

Vas moved down to the towel, and got down on all fours. She looked briefly between her legs and saw two drops of her cuntal secretions race each other down her hanging clit. "Oh, yeah, I am reh-DEE, ready man!" 

Vas thought excitedly, her eyes now returning to drink in the action the action on the screen. As she felt Buck mount her, Vas watched the two guys (now visible from torso down only) move around to their captive's front. Their cocks were hard and big. "Yeah, go for it man, go for it!" Vas called to the screen. She loved to see guys go at it, fuck each other, which was weird considering the fact that she didn't fuck them. Oh well. She got her wish as the men proceeded to dick-rape the guy's mouth right in front of the woman, who just moaned as she watched the kinky scene. Buck now had his paws up high on Vas' broad back, and she felt the wet, pointy tip of the dog's big penis nudge at the lips of her pussy. The stud was now untied from the chair (although his hands were still tied together), and the two men forced him to the floor on top of the dark-haired women. "Keep. . . fucking me, stud," she managed to breath, while one of the men massaged some lube onto his own already spit-wet erection. Vas decided she didn't like the bitch: it was the way she said "fuck" in such cultured tones. It wasn't right.

The action continued as one of the well-hung male rapists (Dark Hair, Vas decided; his pubic hair was dark black, and spread thickly on his chest) slowly put his dick up the young stud's ass as their victim was forced to continued to fuck the masked brunette. Likewise, Buck began to inch his canine dick up Vas' moist pussy. Vas spread her legs wider and inched back against the dog's loins, showing him that she wanted his cock.  Buck abruptly got the idea (truthfully, he was a little dumb at this, and Vas often had to coax him to fuck) and slid his lengthy rod all the way home, spearing Vas deeply and taking her breath away momentarily. When she got it back, she called out lustily in Spanish, encouraging the dog. She felt the tip lightly nudging the tight sensitive ring of her permanently, surgically dilated cervix (courtesy of a gynecologist with a penchant for molesting his patients).

Sexual intercourse into the womb was a relatively new thrill for Vas, as she'd only busted the doctor five months ago. She'd heard from several hookers on the street that there was nothing like it. You just needed guys hung big enough to get that deep. Vas didn't like guys, and Buck wasn't quite hung enough to fuck her cervix in any meaningful way (with his knot inside Vas, the tip of his cock slipped about an inch into her womb, but with the taper of his cock Vas couldn't really notice it). However, Vas did have several very large dildos, some over a foot long and three inches in diameter, and with these the young latina could really give herself a unique sexual experience, fully exploiting the pleasurable sensitivity of cervical penetration. It was like having a second clit deep inside her vagina, except one in the shape of a ring, through which a penis could penetrate. Exquisite!

"OHHHHHH, YEAH!" Vas half-screamed, and then groaned loudly as the dumb Sheppard immediately pulled his cock out again and forthwith rammed it back home, poking Vas' cervix again with its pointy tip. Vas grunted, rather like a dog herself, thinking Perrito is definitely getting the hang of this game. . . Buck began to do this over and over, which had Vas nearly beside herself with pleasure. Vas reached between her legs to fondle her clitoris, hanging down with excitement. It felt really big, as she jacked its slippery length in a very male way. "Probably over four," Vas thought clinically, often using her degree of clitoral swell as a sort of barometer of how good the sex was. This was pretty damn good sex.

The stud on the floor was now being made to share a big, erect cock in his mouth with the dark haired bitch, (the Blond, Vas decided, given the curly blonde pubic hair surrounding this cock and the full head of blond hair on his head) all the while getting fucked deep and hard by the guy behind him. The bitches' hands were all over the male captive, clawing his back as the guy kneeling over her face pulled out of the stud's mouth a fed her some cock, too. Everyone was really getting into it, moaning, sweating, gasping. Even the sweet blonde victim was undeniably erect, and was giving it to the British bitch hard and fast. 

God, she's loving every second of it! Vas thought wildly, feeling herself getting very close to what she knew would be multiple orgasm. She felt hot, wet squirting in her pussy, and knew that Buck was now spraying her vagina with his preliminary canine precum, as he might prepare any bitch. Then she felt the big knot the the base of Buck's cock pushing at the lips of her already widely-spread pussy. Vas braced herself and made every effort to relax as Buck began flicking his hips against her ass, thrusting, seeking, wanting, needing to get totally inside her tight cunt.  Vas felt herself spreading for the dog, so deliciously, so disgustingly.

"Madre Dias, he's so fucking big!" Vas thought wildly, wondering just how she'd ever managedto get this accomplished with Buck in the past. Buck's penis, like that of any dog, swelled at the base during coitus, to form the "tie" which prevented premature withdrawl of the penis and ensure completion of the sexual union. Betwen dogs, the design was merely efficient. For a human woman, the design was kinky in the extreme.

Just then, Buck yelped and bore down hard over Vas' back. The big dog gave an extra, firm pelvic shove and suddenly (and somewhat painfully) Vas cunt reluctantly opened wide and swallowed the massive knot, locking woman and beast together for what Vas knew from prior experience to be, at minimum, about an hour (Buck had once stayed locked up with Vas for three hours, the current record). Vas' cunt felt hugely full and lustily stretched: they were locked up tight all right, and it seemed clear to Vas that Buck wasn't going anywhere for at least the next hour, and might even make a run at the record.

The big Sheppard continued to ram himself up Vas cunt, and she was sure that the pointy tip of the big dog's penis was now positioned right in the center of her dilated cervix, prepared to inject actual semen directly into her uterus. The massive knot was also now perfectly positioned to massage the hell out of Vas' g-spot, which was very large and ultra- sensitive . It was one of the things she loved most about fucking Buck, the way that beautiful knot pressed hard up against her g-spot and sent her into orbit.

Vas looked up at the screen at that perfect, beautiful moment, to see both men pull free of their gasping victim and dump massive cums all over his face and asscheeks, while he cried out, obviously cumming himself into the now lustily screaming bitch. He pulled out and spewed a big white load all over the bitch's belly, and at that juncture Vas, tugging firmly and repeatedly on her wet, swollen clit, felt her cunt go wet. Buck barked loudly at the same time and Vas felt the warm, wet, copious rush of animal semen through her massively filled vaginal channel, to burst directly into the womb. The strong young latina cop now screamed in actuality as her clit detonated, and she came, and came, and came, and came.

Some minutes later, Vas regained her senses partially, though it was difficult, as Buck was by no means finished with her, and was enthusiastically hunching deep within her now totally soaked vagina, helplessly locked cock-to-pussy with her. Vas' g-spot was strongly responsive, and she tended to squirt copiously when she achieved orgasm during g-spot stimulation. Indeed, she'd juiced thoroughly when she'd climaxed with the big dog, and now the results were leaking around the animal's deeply inserted penis, along with dripping strings of the animal's clear semen. After taking a few deep breaths, she was able to look up again at the screen. The bitch was enjoying the last of her climax, obviously, and during her frenzy had ripped off the stud boy's mask.

It was Darryl Hicks. Vas' next-door neighbor. All Vas could thick was, "Some day this has been."

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