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I guess, it was about a year into living together that I started
parading her around a couple of my friends. Actually, it was her choice to
parade around them. Previously, I had put her in the bedroom on the display
stand until my friends had left. When I gave her the choice of being naked in
front of my friends or enduring the display stand for hours at a time, she
chose against the stand. It was an unhappy choice, but it was relatively easy
for her.
Since she
was out and about, in her heels, I determined to make good use of her. She was
required to serve us by getting us drinks or food or whatever suited us at the
moment.
Initially,
my friends were a bit uneasy around her. They weren’t exactly sure what to make
of it or how to treat her. After only a few times of enjoying her parading
around, they became more comfortable with the situation and hardly gave her a
thought except as a servant they could feel up.
It was
soon after that when one of my friends mentioned how lucky I was to have a girl
like her. He told me that he dreamed of having a girl that he could control the
way I did. So, I rented her to him for a day. For only two hundred dollars he
could do whatever he wanted to do to her. My only stipulation was that he
couldn’t hurt her or leave any marks.
When I
revealed my plan to Mel she was furious. After a short talking to and a few
tears, she became more agreeable. All it took was an “I don’t know why I want
this, but I do” and an “It will make me so happy”. Before long, three of my
friends were regular customers, using her for menial chores and to fuck and
humiliate. Meanwhile, I was making a few
extra bucks.
I had her
down pat. She was eager to please, suffered from feelings of inferiority and
she loved me. Besides, she told me that I would eventually see how much I loved
her and that what I was doing to her was wrong. Eventually, she knew that we
would be married and have kids and all of this would be forgotten.
Too fucking easy, if you ask me.
* * * * *
After
relating his story to his friend, he hatched a new idea to make more money off
of the hapless girl, while further humiliating her. After a few phone calls he
was quite satisfied at the expected windfall of money. His idea was, after all,
not particularly common north of the Mexican border.
Once word
got out, it was all a matter of setting a date and time, while making certain
not to overbook the planned show. The night of the show, his house was teaming
with men of various ages, each one eager to fill a curious and prurient need.
The room
was well lit but not harshly so. In a corner in the room stood a girl dressed
only in red stiletto heels. Her breasts were ridiculously large and her waist
was almost too small for a woman of her height. It was
quite apparent, to all present, that the post that run from between her legs
and disappearing between her legs, was lodged in her ass.
Pointing
to where the girl was standing, he told the men of his handiwork. “The platform
on which she stands was designed and constructed by yours truly. It is
impossible for her to escape from it without assistance. And, yes, for those of
you who are unsure, it is firmly planted in her asshole. If any of you want
one, let me know.”
Then, he
walked to the girl, knelt down and removed her shoes. “It’s a bit thicker at
the base and, when I remove her shoes, she has to stand on her toes to keep
from stretching her ass out even more than it is already. She hates this, you
know?” he said, grinning. “No matter how many times this thing has sunk into
her ass, she fights it. It’s quite enjoyable to watch.”
They all
watched the girl struggle to keep from sliding further down onto the phallus.
Before long she was sweating and grimacing as she fought the inevitable.
Ignoring her struggles, he continued describing the girls
plight to the staring men.
"I
had her breasts enlarged from whatever size they were to this ridiculous
basketball size." he told them. "The reason her waist is so small is
because I had a couple of ribs removed, as well. I sort of have a fetish for
extreme femininity to the point of freakishness."
The room
was silent as they watched her struggle on the pole. Eventually, she began to
lose her battle of resistance and started sinking down onto the thickest part
of the phallus.
"Tonight,
I have some fun plans, as you know”, he told the men. "Tonight, for the
first time, she is going to enjoy the pleasures of animal sex. In a few
minutes, this girl and two dogs will be making “animalistic love. I hope you
all enjoy it as much as I will.”
Mel
snapped to attention when she heard what he was saying. Unfortunately, she
could not find it within herself to fight against his plans. She had tried
before and failed. This would be, she knew, another such event. She resigned
herself to be a dog fucker. Even running through her mind how it might look.
Stepping
up to her, he slid his hand against her cheek, smiling. “I’m sorry, I don’t
know why I need this, but I do”, he whispered.
Tears
rolling down her cheeks she smiled a pain filled smile and whispered “Please
don’t make me fuck the dogs.”
He
grimaced slightly and then smiled. “It’s what I want, darling”, he said. Then
he turned around and checked his watch, assuring the audience that the dogs
would soon arrive.
By the
time the dog trainer arrived Mel was standing flat footed. Her ass was
thoroughly stretched and she was in quite a bit of discomfort. Despite her
discomfort, she could only think of the beasts that had entered the room.
As the
dogs were paraded about the room, her mind went into an angry frenzy and she
determined to free herself from this horrible scene. Her voice croaked out a
near silent demand to be freed. Then, as before, she realized that it was
hopeless. She could protest all she wanted. In the end, however, she would
commit this heinous act. She could not resist him; it was not within her power.
Disgusted with herself, she decided that it was a just punishment for one so weak as her.
Suddenly,
she was free. The phallus had been removed from her ass and she could move
freely. She stepped from the stand and immediately fell to her knees, her legs
giving out.
“Mel”,
his voice said. “Mel, I want you to crawl over to the bench the trainer
brought. Get on that bench and lie on your back.”
Looking
up through the dark cave of her hair, she nodded grimly. Moments after taking
her place atop the bench, her legs were pushed up so that her knees were at the
sides of her enormous breasts. A wide leather strap was then wrapped around
each thigh and secured to the bench, holding them in place. Above her head,
hands were grasping her ankles and pushing them down so that her legs were
straight and she was completely doubled and straining at the bondage.
A strange
voice made a sound. Suddenly, she felt the weight of the animal. He was large
and black and his legs wrapped around her. On command she reached to the dogs
cock and guided him into her sex. In an instant, the large beast was pounding
her hard, grunting with every thrust.
As the
moments passed, he began thrusting harder, his excitement heightening. With a
sudden jerk, the dogs knot pounded inside of the girl, stretching her to the
point of pain. Then she felt the warmth of the beasts ejaculate as he pumped
into her.
She was
reeling at his orgasm, her humiliation growing as she felt herself being
filled. She was a dog fucker – an animal lover. How could she sink so low as to
allow such a thing? She closed her eyes, basking in the horror of her life.
Then, with a sudden jerk, the dog had left her.
She
opened her eyes to see the face of the man she loved. He was smiling at her,
telling her what a good girl she was and how she was pleasing him. His words
were little comfort, though they did ease her humiliation.
Then, as
suddenly as her first lover had left her, another was upon her, pressing his
heavy furry body against her. He was thrusting wildly, trying to find his mark.
This time she was commanded to guide him into her ass. Without word or thought,
she obeyed. Immediately, the dog began pumping his cock into her ass,
brutalizing her stretched hole.
He had
been inside her for only minutes when she felt a pop. Pain rippled through her
and she knew that his knot had pushed into her ass. He gripped her tighter and
thrust deeper and she knew that her ass must soon tear under his efforts. Then, as before, she felt him fill her with
his hot semen – dog semen. Finally, the dog stopped his thrusting and became
still but for occasional jerks. Then, impatiently, he pulled free, his knot
bringing a painful pop to her, once again, as he withdrew from her ass.
After a
few minutes of rest, she was assaulted again and then again and again. Finally,
after what seemed like a hundred assaults, she was released from her bonds and
left on her knees beside the bench.
At the
foot of the bench was a wide and shallow bowl. She hardly noticed its presence
until she heard his command. "Get over there, Mel. Clean up that dog cum.”
Looking
at the bowl, she began crying, disgusted by what she was about to do. “I can’t”
she whispered, even as she crawled to it. Then, lowering her head into the
bowl, she began the task of cleaning the viscous liquid from the bowl.
Later
that evening, after he had taken the time to bathe her, he held her in his arm.
His words were soft and kind, praising of her actions. She cried, disgusted and
humiliated at what she had done. Still, despite all that she had been put
through, she felt happy that she had pleased him, certain that her terrible
ordeals were near to ending.
It was,
however, only the beginning for her. Her very next audience was granted the
privilege of watching her suck her very first dog cock. They were also witness
to his edict that her pussy was no longer of any use to man or beast. Never
again did he allow any one, or any thing, to enter her
pussy. Still she served. And much to her dismay it became easier with each
occasion.
On those
rare moments when she had a reprieve from his perversions, she would reflect on
her life. It was those times when she would steel herself to leave him. She
thought it bad enough that he had made a whore of her. To be a whore for
animals was beyond thought.
To be
sure, she hated everything about her life except for him. And since she loved
him so much, she felt that she had to endure the terrible things that he put
her through. She knew, deep down, that he needed her. She told him so many
times. Eventually, she knew, he would see the error of his ways and make up for
all of the heartache and humiliation that she had suffered for him. It had to
be that way…how could it be otherwise? Never was anyone so wrong.
He never
batted an eye when, three years later, he told her that they were though. She
was too freakish for him with her ridiculously oversized breasts and miniature
waist. “Besides, how can I ever respect or love someone who fucks animals?"
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