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Slowly she raised her tortured eyes to the dog's muzzle in motion above her bare stomach. The dog was no longer panting. His huge jowls were closed and he stared intently at the bare wall behind her, a magnificent picture of animal endurance and concentration. She hated herself for the thought but he was a regal beast. And tireless. His strong haunches hunkered over the spread of her legs and he rapid-fired the huge cock into her soft hole with machine-like regularity. Carolyn stared at the fantastic size of his dog's organ as it slid in and out of view. The sight of the devil dong pummeling her body was almost too much for her sanity.
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Carolyn knew it was going to happen again. If Jason Benson didn't get his foul beast away from her loins, she would surely fall victim to his well-trained penis. The soft tremors of passion were playing through her body for a second time.
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Chapter 7 "Get ... him ... off ... of ... me," Carolyn begged between the double-time cadence of the humping dog. "Please ... pull ... him ... off ... of ... me ... please ... please."
Jason held up the choke chain and looked at her questioningly. "Did you say you wanted me to call Nero off?" he asked with a facetious smile. "Yes... Yes ... Please!" Carolyn gasped.
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Jason held the chain before her tortured eyes, held it out for her to plead for, to beg for ... then dropped it to the floor with a loud rattle Let the little bitch suffer like those wrinkled old bags had made him suffer. Beg, bitch, beg. He walked to the side of the table and smiled down into Carolyn's face. He loved to watch the expressions of pain and degradation flow across her lovely features. "Please ... Mr. ... Ben ... son ... PLEASE."
Jason smiled softly, his eyes had a faraway look though they caught every look that swept out of control. Both hands openly rubbed his pants front now, rolling the meager stick of flesh between his perspiring palms. The wet spot on his trousers had grown larger as his excited hands massaged and cuddled the reluctant organ back to life, matching his strokes to those of the hunching haunches of the Great Dane.
From his unobstructed view point on the other side of the table, Mario watched first the heaving dog and then his employer's growing excitement. Jason always used the dogs to get a stiff going, always intending to use the girl after the animals had done with her ... but he rarely lasted that long. Mario grinned with malicious amusement. You'd think he'd learn but he never did. He just kept on watching 'em, dog after dog, until his puny penis couldn't stand the gaff any longer. Mario had watched Jason's failures time and again. Once the soggy thing got in gear, it leaked out a few warnings and then POW! Mario grinned wider ... any minute now, he thought, judging by the size of the dark spot on Jason's pants. He knew all the symptoms after eight years with Jason Benson. Any minute now, and that was all right with him. Let the dogs get her hot to trot.
They were just warming up the ovens for him. Let the honorable Mr. Benson squirt off in his pants. Who the hell cared? Mario reached down and took a firm grip on the suddenly solid pecker that pushed out of his own pants. It was every stud for himself around this damn place and the devil fuck the hindmost. Mario rubbed his callused thumb across the coronal ridge, enjoying the responsive throb in his jock. Gotta be prepared, he thought happily to himself and milked a few drops of fluid from the slit on the blood-darkened head and smeared it carefully over the blunt end of his club. Gotta be prepared.
Carolyn no longer pleaded with Jason Benson, nor did she stare up at the dog in horror. Her eyes were focused on the ceiling directly over head, oblivious to everything except the powerhouse slams between her throbbing thighs. The tremors which ran through her tethered body were strong now, wild and uncivilized like the animals in her guts, the ten thousand crawly sperm which her uterus warmed and fed and housed. They would soon be joined by ten thousand more and ten thousand after that, squirming and wiggling inside her private world. She could never wash them all out. Hoary pictures of her future floated detachedly before her half-glazed eyes ‹ her red torn hole gushing like a fountain in the park, spewing forth milky white dog sperm in impossible quantities, a litter of puppies with doggy bodies and her face, a long waiting line of dogs one behind the other with their cocks dragging on the ground waiting their turn to pump up the white lady prisoner, and there she was on a chain herself while a prospective buyer looked at her ears and withers and felt up her ass and questioned her pedigree ‹ impressionistic pictures of her future with Jason Benson. Her mind fighting for consciousness and barely holding its own, Carolyn knew both the nightmares and the needs that held her body prisoner. And if she were untied at this very moment, she also knew she would not leave the table until this awful thing had worn itself out.
She began to gasp for breath, deep racking gulps of air to fill her lungs and give her strength for the ravage of her violent orgasm ... for it was on the way! "Mmmmmm, Mmmmmm, Mmmmmm," she crooned aloud to herself, "I'm coming ... I'm ... Mmmmmmmm, Mmmmm ... coming ... harder ... harder ... Mmmmmm, Mmmmmm."
Each jerking throb of her body's great orgasm brought a low moan from the girl in the plastic prison. The still humping dog was caught up in the excitement, sensed the end was near, and began the guttural whine with which most dogs signal the impending breeding. His dog knot was swelling to proportions one would not have believed possible to push in and out of a woman's fragile hole, and yet he did. Carolyn was whimpering now, partly from the pain of the growing knot, partly from the pleasure of pre- climax when the world is a wonderful soft glow of clouds floating."Ohhhhhh, mmmmmm, ohhhhhhhh," she groaned louder as she climbed a mountain of orgasms and reached the pinnacle. "OHHHH OHHH!!!"
She lay exhausted and limp, her body suddenly squeezed dry of passion and drained of all movement. There was only the faintest flutter of motion beneath the ivory lids and a single sigh.And still the Great Dane hammered his bone into her lifeless form. His knob would no longer pull free of the bitch's body beneath. The long deep thrusts had suddenly become a staccato of short stabs which shook her body on the table with their intensity.
Jason never took his eyes from the girl's tortured face until she had given herself to the animal and sank in exhaustion. She would never be the same in her own eyes again. He, Jason Benson, had seen to that! And now it was his turn. The dog would cast the last stone of shame ... and then he would casually redeem her with his gift of 'acceptance' into the fold. Jason let his cold hard eyes slide down the girl's still body to the brown velour of her open crotch and watched the dog's unusually thick penis ripping away the last vestiges of her fallen dignity. With one final whine, Nero burst his dog knot and the hot juice ran slowly out into the unprotesting bitch's body. The dog humped one last time, twice, then stood still with his massive head down, panting, as he patiently waited for the swelling to go down in his buried staff. Hung up, as he was on the narrow frame of the woman's body, he could do nothing but squat over his vaginal prison and wait.