Roffeless

ROOFELESS 5

It all started when they took me over to this nerd friend of theirs.  I don't know, maybe they were all Dungeons and Dragons partners or something.   Or maybe he hardly knew them at all, and was just... buying me.   He still lived with his parents, who were out for the weekend.

It was a pretty nice place, and we were all fooling around in the living room.

I was already 'under' by that time.  Basically, their MO was usually to 'slip' me their roofies at my apartment.  That way, I'd fade out in my home, and when I woke up in my own bed, then I wouldn't know any better.   It was riskier to 'slip' me some somewhere else, I'd have memories of being there and would start to wonder how I got home, and why my ass felt like it had been fucked   They really didn't want that.

I didn't mind.  If they were trying to slip me something in my own apartment, it was a lot easier to spot and to dodge.  Or if I wasn't in the mood, to just keep foiling their efforts until they gave up in frustration.   I did that now and then, you know, just to keep them on their toes and to reassure myself I was still really the one in control.

Of course, it went both ways.  Sometimes they actually managed to really slip me some, and I'd wake up the next day, knowing I'd been fucked, even feeling it in my cunt and ass, but not a single memory.   Did I feel raped?   Nah.  It was sort of an occupational hazard.  If anything, I think I'd feel mildly pissed... I mean, I'd had great, nasty sex, probably come all over the place, and I didn't remember any of it.  It felt like the experience was stolen.   But overall, I just chalked it up to occupational hazard, you know.  A risk of the game I was playing.   A reminder that I had to be a little smarter than them.

Anyway, I was naked and laying on this glass coffee table, getting felt up and kissed by Colin and his friend. 

Ted was taking pictures.   I didn't necessarily like that.   But there wasn't a lot I could do.  So I got used to it.   Pics of my body, without my face, that was okay.   If my face was in, I always tried to look as out of it as I could, but you know, they could slap me or snap fingers and I'd have to look alert for a second.  But I figured in the long run, it would be evidence against them...  All these pics of times they'd fucked me when they thought I was out on roofies.  Sometimes I amused myself by thinking about how those pictures might get them sent to jail.

Laying out spread open on a glass coffee table probably looked a lot sexier than it actually was.  Have you ever been naked on glass?  It's too hard, and your skin sort of sticks to it.  You leave these icky 'body-smudges'  It was too short, my head was barely on one end, and my ass hung off the other, and I was sort of worried about the glass breaking under our weight.

As I was groped, and spread, and teased, as a cock was thrust into my mouth, and teeth nibbled at each of my nipples, I felt my cunt being licked wildly and loosely, almost a slobbering on my cunt.

Washed in pleasure, stimulated from all directions, it took me a little while to realize there was something wrong, I was being touched in too many places all at once, there weren't enough body parts.   Someone extra was here, someone was licking my pussy.  Or something.

For a second, I almost broke character when I realized that the dog that had been in the house must be the one licking my pussy.   The way the tongue slobbered and moved.  Oh god, it had to be the dog.

My eyes widened, my expression shifted, but Colin was thrusting down my throat, so if he or anyone else noticed, they just put it down to, you know, gagging round the throat fucking.

Mind racing, I tried to think of something.  I was getting my pussy licked by a dog!  That was too much.   Why didn't they stop it?  How come they weren't noticing?

But they didn't seem to notice at all, so engrossed they were in groping me.  I couldn't believe it.  I had to signal, tell them.

Finally, Colin let me breathe a little.  

"Oh, oh," I moaned, "that tongue on my pussy."   As a 'drugged out' slut, that was all that was safe to say, as much as I wanted to, I couldn't shout - 'get that mutt out of my cunt!'

But it was enough.

"Hey," Ted said, "the dog is licking her pussy."

He pushed it away.

Thank you, I thought.

"Hey," Colin said, "leave him.  She likes it."

No I didn't!

"Hey Barb," Colin whispered.  "You like getting your pussy licked."

Oh, you bastard, I thought.

"You love it, don't you, Barb," he coaxed.

I tried to evade by moaning incoherently, but this sign of apparent pleasure only egged them on.

"Say it, Barb," Colin ordered, "say, 'I love tongue on my pussy.'"

Trapped.  Cornered, unable to escape the role, I said the only thing a drugged out slut, out on roofies, with no thoughts of her own, could say to that.   "I love ohhh love tongue... oh pussy... lick."

Ted let the dog return between my legs, his tongue slobbering over my heaving, writhing, hips, going all over, slipping between my lips, lashing wetly from my asshole to my clit.   They watched, fascinated.

"See," Colin said, "she loves it."

Oh, you bastard, I thought deliriously.  I would get him back for this, someday, I promised myself.

But trapped in the restrictions of the role, I couldn't do anything but just lay there, legs spread and moan deliriously, with the animal licking between my legs, invading my most secret, most intimate places.

Colin grabbed my hair, lifting my head.  I moaned slightly with the pain of the hair pulling, Colin intended it to focus my scattered attention.

"Look what's licking your pussy, bitch," he said.  My head elevated, I could see the big mongrel between my legs, eagerly licking my dripping slit.

"No," I was finally allowed to say.   "Ssss a doggg, sstop him..."

"Relax, Barb," he whispered, lowering my head down.   "It's not so bad."

"Nooooo....."

"Yes," he replied.   "In fact, it's kind of nice, isn't it."

I tried to shake my head, but his hand still gripped my hair.

"Yes, Barb, its so nice Barb.  Just enjoy it Barb.  There's nothing you can do Barb.  Just let it happen Barb.  It feels so good, Barb."

I knew what I had to say: What he was telling me to say, telling me to think, because pretending to be roofied out, I wasn't supposed to have thoughts of my own.  I wasn't supposed to be able to distinguish my own thoughts from what he was whispering.   Damn him.  I surrendered...

"Feels good."

It did of course, it felt really good.

"That's a good girl, Barb.  Feels good.  Just let it happen, Barb.  It's okay, Barb.  Say it, say 'it's okay.'"

"It's okay."

"There we go.   Barb, you like it, don't you, Barb.  Say you like it."

"I like it."

"What do you like, Barb..."

Oh, you bastard, I thought again.

"Like pussy licking...  Feels good."

"By a dog.  You like getting your pussy licked by a dog, don't you, Barb.  Say it, Barb, say 'I love doggy licking my wet cunt.'"

I squirmed desperately, maybe I could writhe off the table, accidentally close my legs or kick him away.   I moaned.   No good, they held my body in place.   Firm strong hands were now holding my thighs open, spreading my legs to give the dog access.   I was totally humiliated, debased, defiled... worst of all, my body responded on its own, my cunt just kept getting wetter and wetter, sensual pleasure filled me, an orgasm began to mount.

"Say it, Barb," Colin kept insisting.  A relentless, insidious voice in my ear.

Oh god, I could feel it, I was going to come.

"Say it, Barb.  Say how much you love that dog licking your wet cunt."

All of a sudden, I couldn't hold it back.   I screamed it out, my back arching, wetness gushing, "Oh god oh god I love it I love my wet cunt licked by a dog oh god!!!"

Colin's friend started coming, jerking off madly, ejaculating and spraying like a firehouse all over my belly and tits and face.

In the aftermath, there was a kind of awed silence, broken only by my and Colin's friends desperate post-orgasmic panting and the dog's meticulous, loud, lapping.

"Wow," Ted breathed.

"I guess we should stop it now, uh?" Colin's geek friend said finally.

Colin had let his hand drift from my hair, down my face, cupping my jaw, a finger across my lips.  His rampant erection hung above my face, a bead of precome oozing down, glistening towards my chin.

"Nah," Colin said, "why stop now, she's loving it."

As I began to move my lips, the pressure of Colin's finger increased, ending whatever words I might say.   Fine, I thought.  I was tapped out, the orgasm had blown me apart.  If he wanted the dog to keep licking me....  

Finally, Ted couldn't take it any more, and pushed the dog out of the way.  Thrusting his thick cock into me, he fucked me so hard the coffee table actually rocked before shooting his load deep up inside me.  As he pulled out, and his sperm leaked out, the dog returned, licking away my cunt slime and Ted's semen.

"You know," Colin said dangerously, "fido here has been so good to Barb, I think she should return the favour."

I didn't dare respond to that with anything but a soft moan.

"What do you mean?"  the nerd asked.  "You want her to fuck the dog?"

No. No. No. No.  I thought.  It took everything I had not to stiffen my back at the thought.

"Maybe later," Colin replied easily.   "But I don't think it needs to go that far.   After all, he used her tongue on her...  She should be willing to use her tongue on him."

He bent and whispered in my ear.  "Fair is fair, Barb.  Isn't that right?  You want to be fair, don't you, Barb?"

Oh, the bastard.   In a drugged out state, I'd barely grasp the context of that question.  I could only agree with it.

I nodded.

That was good enough for him.

"See," he said, "she's into it.  Bring him over this side."

They dragged the dog around, so his rear parts were towards my face.

Colin guided my limp arm towards its crotch.   The dog moved away a little.   He wasn't into it any more than I was.   Good.  I rolled towards him and 'fell' off the coffee table, with a loud crash.  Colin cursed.

If you're limp and uncoordinated and really not into doing something, it can be easy to make it hard for someone to make you do it.   I burst into giggles, I fell over, I missed.  I got vague and distracted.  I crawled around on the floor, barking.  Colin got frustrated.

Of course, if he got too frustrated, he'd get determined.   And if it came down to a contest of wills in the role that I was playing, all he had to do was be patient and sooner or later ...  So I had to give in a bit.  I let the dog lick me, sucking on Colin's cock, then the nerd's, jerking Ted off.   It's tongue felt better than I wanted to admit.

As the dog licked, its cock extended.  I couldn't help but stare.  It was bright red, not shaped like a human penis at all.  It was sort of like a big lipstick.   Half at Colin's urging, half of my own curiousity, liberated by the play-acting of my drugged out state, I touched it, holding it loosely in my hands.   It felt strange, smoother than a human cock, almost rubbery, almost wet, hotter than I expected.  It throbbed in my hand, as the men watched, fascinated, aroused, hard as rocks.  They were totally getting off on this obscene, forbidden degradation.   It wouldn't be long, maybe seconds, before they had to fuck me, before their raging lusts would throw everything aside and plunge into my helpless body to spend their sexual fury in wet explosions that would drip and ooze from my holes.

Colin pushed me.  Unsure how much further I could make myself go, I brought the dog's cock to my lips, tasting just the tip of it on my tongue, kissing it.   And then I hit my limit.   I started to giggle deliberately, and then rolled over on the floor.  Colin grunted with frustration.

I got on all fours, face in the carpet, arching my back, wobbling and presenting my cunt.   That was all they needed.  Colin grabbed my ass, mounted and started thrusting hard into me.  The nerd took me from the front, plunging his cock into my willing mouth, the two of them seesawing me back and forth as Ted watched waiting his turn, the dog forgotten.

After they'd all shot their load, leaving me a sodden, crumpled, semen oozing mess on the floor, they didn't care much about the dog.

As always, the cleaned me up, took me home, and tucked me safely in bed.

Of course, that wasn't the end....

A few days later, maybe a week, I woke up one morning, remembering nothing from the night before.  But my cunt felt ... used.   And when I slipped my finger inside and tasted it, it was ... different.   Not the taste I associated with men's cocks or semen.

Fuck, I thought.   They'd gotten me.   As I stepped into the shower, I wondered how.  I'd been watching them pretty closely.   Finally, I decided that they must have put it on the pizza slice.  I thought the pepperoni was off.  I'd have to watch out for that.

I wondered what had happened.  What I had done?  Had I come?  The taste...   I shrugged.  No way to tell.

The next time, it was at my apartment.   This time, I spotted it, dodged it, and slipped easily into the role play.

Slowly, as I 'sank' under, they moved in on me again, carefully undressing me, opening me as they had so many other times.  But always exciting.

I was wet, of course, naked on the couch, sandwiched between them, each leg spread open, bent over their knees on either side, my cunt gaping and wet under their fingers.  They played with my body from either side, hands sliding up, caressing breasts, pinching nipples.  I moaned with pleasure, as first one then the other, kissed me, sliding their tongues into my mouth, both possessing me, one after the other, two sets of fingers working into my pussy and ass, opening me.  My hands wrapped limply around their hard cocks, stroking them.

Colin produced a vibrator, and slid it up inside.  I floated in a happy pre-orgasmic daze, passive, submissive, willing, will-less.

"I think it's time," Colin said finally.   Ted nodded and left.

"Wherez he goin'" I mumbled.

"Shh," Colin whispered, working the vibrator against my clit.

"Tedddd...,"

"Who?"

"Tedddd..."

"Who?"

"Uhhhhh," the vibrator worked its magic.   I wasn't supposed to remember.   Fine.  They had a surprise.  I relaxed and let Colin use me, prepare me, make me wet and ready for whatever was coming.  Ropes?  Gear?  A woman?  Men?

The door opened.  I didn't give any sign that I heard it, just continued to moan softly.

Ted came into the room with a dog on a leash.   I gazed at it through lidded eyes.

Oh shit, I thought.    My stomach fluttering.   Here we go again.

"Surprise," Colin said.

You bastard, I thought.  But I was already getting wetter.

"Doggie," I said softly.   In my 'state' I wouldn't be able to think coherently enough to associate what the presence of the dog with sex.

"Yes," Colin said, "nice doggie."

It was a german shepherd, I noticed.  Different from the mutt before.  Much bigger.  Ted undid his fly, taking his hard cock out, and sat down on the other side of me.  He pulled my leg over his knee, spreading my cunt wide, the two of them together, pushing my hips forward towards the edge of the couch.         Ted stuck his finger up my ass.   They sandwiched me, holding me immobile, guiding my hands on to their respective hard cocks.   My fingers wrapped around their erections, sinously stroking them, almost with wills of their own.

"Good girl," Colin whispered.

Ted pressed his mouth over mine, opening me, thrusting his tongue past my teeth.

"Barb," Colin ordered, "close your eyes and just relax.  Just close your eyes, Barb.  Relax."

I knew what was going to be coming.  But I had no choice, spread and opened like a peace of meat.  I closed my eyes, went limp.

Soon, the tongue started between my legs, as I knew it would.

Ted took his lips from mine.

"Open your eyes, Barb," Colin ordered.

There it was, the big dog, licking my pussy.

Surprise surprise.

It was pretty obvious to me.  But of course, I was supposed to have been out of it on roofies.  And in that state, I would have had no clue.   How would I react, if I was really out of it?

I stared vaguely at the dog licking my pussy.  Colin and Ted watched me, waiting for my reaction.

"Doggy," I said finally.

"Nice doggy," Colin whispered.

"Good doggy," Ted said.

"It feels good, doesn't it Barb, the doggy licking your pussy."

"Uh huh."

"Say it feels good, Barb."

"It feels good."

"What feels good, Barb?"

"The doggy...  Licking my pussy."

"What about it, Barb?"  Colin persisted, insisting.  "How does it feel.  Tell us."

"I like it."

"Good girl," Colin said.

"Good dog," Ted replied.

Oh those smug bastards.   They had me trapped between them, my legs spread and held open over their knees, cunt exposed, even my hands were trapped.  I couldn't move, held in place as completely as if I'd been hog tied while the dog licked and licked.

It was my second time now, being licked by a dog, so I was over the shock of it.   The role that I played for them, of a drugged out slut with no memory formation, and reduced thinking, would and could only sit there passively and watch the dog lick her pussy.  So that was all I could do.  But that was okay, the second time around, I could relax and bear it.

Truthfully, I was enjoying it.  The simple physical sensations were extremely pleasurable.  All I had to do was focus on how it felt, and not on the fact that they were making a dog do it to me.  I kept getting wetter and wetter.

I let myself moan and writhe softly, and there was nothing fake in it.

But I couldn't enjoy it completely.  I knew Colin and Ted well enough to know it wouldn't stop there, they wouldn't stop there.   The only question was how far they would try to take it.  I found myself worrying about what would come next, what would inevitably come, and how I could avoid it...  Or if I could avoid it...  Or if I wanted to avoid it...  Oh god, I was such a whore.

There was nothing I could do right now, they had me neatly trapped, paralyzed at their mercy and the mercy of this animal between my legs.   All I could do was submit and wait for the next move.

Slowly, they took turns playing with me, as the dog's tongue did its work, heating me up.  I squirmed and moaned, buried in my role, some part of me watching and waiting...

They let things take me to the edge of orgasm, and then pushed the dog away as I whimpered and whined.  I wanted to plunge my hands between my legs, the orgasm was so close.  But they held my wrist fast.  After a moment, they let the dog return to lick me, only to repeat the process.  It got so I begged them to let the dog finish me, begged for the dog to lick me.

"Hey Barb," Colin said, "return the favour, Barb."

Return the favour was too abstract a concept.

"Wha-?"

"He's licking your pussy, Barb," Colin prompted.  "Isn't that right, Barb."

"Yesss."

"Then you should suck his cock."

"Nooo."

"That's not nice, Barb.  You like what he's doing."

"Uhhh"

"You like it."

"Yeahhhh."

"You're not mean, Barb.  Are you mean?"

"No...."

"But its mean, not to do something nice if someone does something nice for you, Barb, isn't that right?"

"Yes."

"You don't want to be mean, Barb?"

"No..."

"He has a nice cock, Barb."

"Oh..."

"He likes you, Barb."

"Uh...."

"You want to suck it, Barb."

"Uh..."

"Give him pleasure, Barb, for what he's doing for you."

"Ahhh ah..."

"You want to come, Barb?"

"Yesssss...."

"Suck his cock, it will make you come, Barb."

"Uhhhhh...."

"You want to do it, Barb."

"Ohhhh...."

"Say it Barb."

"I want to suck his cock..." I moaned, writhing.   If I did, they would let me come, and I was half crazed with the need to come.   And more than that, Ted and Colin's soft whispering suggestions and commands had crept into me.  Even sober, the incessant suggestions wormed their way in, insinuated themselves like my own thoughts.  In the role that I was playing, these thoughts would have slowly become all that was in my mind.   I knew that there was no choice but to surrender, to ask for it, to beg for it.

Of course, I couldn't suck the dog's cock from this position.  They'd have to let me move, or move me.  I wondered if I'd have a chance to evade them with fake clumsiness and intoxication, the way I had last time. 

I wondered if I really wanted to.  It would be so easy to go along, to play the role, to do as they willed.  It was a dark undertow, threatening, promising, to drag me under for real.  Since the last encounter, I'd had some time to get used to the idea... and that, together with my sexual haze, my craving need for satisfaction, stolen from the brink of orgasm...  The idea of sucking a dogs cock didn't seem all that awful.   Perhaps, it was even hot, in a nasty, filthy, degrading kind of way.  I visualized myself with my mouth on that red shaft I'd touched the last time, and my cunt spasmed.

"You want to do it, Barb?"

"Yes."

"You want to suck that big, filthy dog cock, Barb?"

"Yes."

"You need to do it, Barb, don't you?"

"Yes, oh yes."

"You need that dog cock in your mouth, Barb."

"Yes...   Ohhhhh."

"You need to taste it, Barb."

"Ohhh...  Ohhhh..."

"Beg for it, Barb.  Beg to suck that dog cock."

"Ohhhh."

Slap!

"Ah!"

"I said, beg, Bitch!  Beg to suck that dog's cock if you want to come."

"Oh please..."

Slap!

"Please what, Bitch?  Please, you want to suck it."

"Yes... please let me suck it, please I want to suck that hard dog cock... please, please..."  I babbled mindlessly, only half in the role.  They'd broken down my resistance totally.  All I could think of was the utter wantonness, the primeval submission of servicing an animal for them.

"She's ready," Colin said, speaking as if I wasn't there.  

Ted moved away from me, pulling on the dog's leash.   The dog left my pussy, resisting his leash but aimlessly, visibly excited.  As he turned, I saw for the first time that his bright red, canine cock had erected beneath his legs, the long scarlet shaft bobbing.  It was already dripping precome.  

"Here, Barb," Ted ordered, pulling me down as he moved down the couch until my head was in his lap.   He pushed my head against the hard muscle of his thigh near his knee, holding it in place.

I understood that this time, there would be no falling, no squirming, that I'd be held in place.  At my other end, Colin lifted one of my legs high, and played with my cunt with a vibrator, the sensations erratic and unpredictable.  It made it hard to think.

"You want to suck it, Barb."  He whispered.

"You want it in your mouth."

And I did, I really did.  I needed it.

I reached out for the shaft, cradling it in my hand.  Ted loosened his grip on my head.  Still keeping a handful of my hair wrapped in his fist.   This cock was bigger, inhuman in shape, tapering to a point without a glans that I could see.  It was so hot in my hand, throbbing and spongy.  My lips parted, pouted.

Oh god, I can't believe I'm doing this.

My lips closed on the dog's cock, and I gently drew it into my mouth.

As if from a great distance, I head Ted's voice.

"She's doing it."

And in answer, equally distant, but with deep satisfaction. 

"Of course she is.  She wants it."

My face burned with shame, but I didn't stop sucking, drawing the shaft deeper, feeling the heat in my mouth, the salty sour taste of the precome, it was surprisingly coppery.  I rolled my tongue along the shaft, feeling its texture.

Their voices faded away, I concentrated on not listening, not thinking.  I concentrated on nothing but the hard member between my lips, refusing to think even of its owner.   Suck it, I thought, serve it.  Swallow its come.   All I could do was take it, make it come.  If he came in my mouth, it would be over, this part of it would be over, and it wouldn't go any further, at least not this time...

The cock swelled in my mouth, growing stranger and more alien, so unlike human cocks.  The scent of the dog, so different, filled my nostrils.   It started to hump, thrusting in my mouth.  The angle was awkward, I gagged a little.

I was going to come, I was so close.  I reached between my legs, began frantically rubbing my clit.

And then Ted pulled me off, leaving me blinking and delirious.

"That's enough, dog sucker," he laughed.

Colin brushed my fingers away from my clit, denying my orgasm.

"Showtime," he snickered.

They pushed me upright on the couch, until I was sitting up again.  I reached down again, to rub my clit, but the pulled my hands away, spreading my legs wide so that my cunt gaped.

Ted pulled on the leash, and the dog mounted up on the couch, his forelegs on either side of my waste.  The animal loomed over me.

"This time, Barb, you're going to take him from the front."

This time?

The dog's narrow frame loomed above me, down to his hind legs on the floor in front of the couch.  His erection dangled in front of me, still wet with my saliva, only inches from my cunt.

"Ease forward, Barb." 

I slouched down, spreading my legs wider, panting, my hips moving almost to the edge of the couch.

"Reach out, Barb," Colin ordered.  "Take his cock in your hands."

Mindlessly, I complied.  Feeling my fingers wrap around the dog's erection, guiding it towards me.

Oh god, what was I doing?

"Put his cock in you, Barb," Colin ordered, "so the dog can fuck you.  You want it."

Oh god.

Stop, I told myself.  Stop.

Even if they'd had a dog fuck me before, this time was different.  I wasn't out of it, I wasn't mindless.  If I put that dog cock in me, it would be me doing it.  I would be choosing it.  I wouldn't have the excuse that I was drugged, that I didn't remember.  I would be doing it.   I had to stop playing, stop acting, stop pretending.  I wasn't pretending now, this wasn't a pretend dog, or a pretend cock.  This was real, and if I did this, oh god no, I couldn't, I shouldn't, I won't.  I'll stop...

But even as all these things went through my head, I found I couldn't break character, couldn't stop pretending to be the mindless slut.

But that wasn't it, that wasn't all.   I knew that I couldn't do it, that I had to stop.

But I didn't.

I drew the dog cock between my spread legs, feeling spots of saliva from dog drool spattering my breasts, the coarse fur of his legs against my thighs.  I felt the tip of his cock slide wet against my pussy, guided it to my entrance...

And it slid up inside me.

"Oh God," I whimpered aloud.

"His cock is in me," I moaned.

I heard Ted snapping pictures.

The cock started to move in me, as the dog began to hump, fucking me.  I kept getting wetter and wetter, dripping, my legs spreading wider.

A snap of fingers in my face, and then a slap.

"Focus, Barb."  Colin ordered.  "Smile for the camera."

I stared straight at the camera, face drawn with lust, as the dog fucked me with increasing speed and fierceness and Ted recorded it in frame after frame.   I stared down at the red shaft now surging in and out of my cunt, the animal body, its fur and frame now joined to mine.

"Oh god," I cried.

My orgasm, so long frustrated, building rapidly, I made an incoherent howling sound.

"Play with yourself, Barb."

My fingers dove between my legs, savagely abusing my clit as the dog cock thrust deeper and faster in me.  I screamed out, trying to lift my hips, but being battered down by his violent thrusting, opened, penetrated, fucked and overwhelmed by the dog's hard cock.

I went limp as the orgasm blew itself out in me, leaving me feeling like soggy flotsam washed up on the storm.   Colin took my wrist, and held it up against the back of the couch.  Ted did the same with the other hand.

"He's not finished fucking you yet, Barb," Colin warned, twisting my nipple and making me writhe and gasp.   I couldn't escape though, with my wrists pinned and the dog pounding its cock wildly into me, I was completely helpless.   "And you're far from finished."

His hand reached down, playing roughly with my clit, rubbing it painfully.   I whined, the harsh treatment of my clit mingling with the sensations from the animal cock desecrating my wet, inner recesses.

"I can't..."  I cried.

"Can't what, Barb.   Can't come from a dog fucking you?  You just did.  You love that dog cock, Barb."

"I can't come again," I whined.  Oh god it was too much.  The dogs pounding kept increasing, Colin's fingers were agony.

"You don't get to decide, bitch," Colin said.  "I decide."

"Please..." I begged, it was getting hard to breath.  I was getting dizzy.

Suddenly, I felt this wet rush filling me, and knew that the animal was coming, filling me with his hot semen.  Colin jammed his fingers hard against my clit, making me cry out.  And then, helplessly, I was coming again, coming from this brutal defilement, from this animal cock spurting dog sperm into my helpless cunt, and from Colin's punishment.   The orgasm was so intense, I couldn't see, my awareness drained down to a single point, my cunt, even as it filled with hot semen.  I thought I was going to pass out.

I panted helplessly, my breath so hoarse I could barely speak.  My skin was full of goosebumps as fuck sweat cooled on my body.   It was hard to put together a coherent thought.   At least it was over.  Or the worst part of it was over.

The dog's cock was still in me.  The animal still straddled me.

"Want to know what comes next, Barb?"  Colin asked, pleasantly.   There were flashes.  Ted was taking more pictures, but I was beyond caring.

I moaned incoherently.

His cock in me didn't feel smaller, if anything, it felt like it was growing.

"When a dog comes in a bitch, he has this thing called a knot.  It's a bulge on his cock.  It swells up and locks the bitch on, with his come up her, so he'll get her pregnant."

He patted my belly.

"Feel that Barb?  That's the knot swelling up inside you."

Oh god.  The import of his words cut through my daze.

"That knot is going to swell up inside you, Barb, until you're stretched, until it hurts.   He'll pull on it, but you'll be locked, tied like a bitch.  Maybe we'll take some pictures of you ass to ass on all fours, so everyone knows what a bitch you really are."

"Please," I whispered.

"It'll probably hurt a little," Colin said.  "But don't worry, because that knot will be pressing hard against your g-spot and against the nerve center behind your clit, and its going to make you come again, Barb.  He's going to wreck your cunt, but you're going to come as he tears you."

"Please," I whimpered, tears running down my face, "I can't, I can't come any more."

"You will," he ordered.

And I did.

After a while, after two more orgasms, the knot subsided and the dog pulled out.  A gush of dog semen flooded out of my cunt, all over my couch, and down the floor.   The reek of dog semen filled my nostrils, sour and pungent.

Ted tumbled me on the floor.   I laid face down, utterly boneless.

"You want to fuck that?"  Colin laughed.

"I bet her ass is still tight," Ted said.   They took turns, fucking me up the ass.  My body was so drained, there was no resistance at all, they sank into my bowels until they each discharged a heavy load.

After, they let me lapse into semiconscious torpor, as they cleaned up around me.   Colin pulled me into the bathtub, hosing my body down with the shower unit, and douching my raw cunt and ass.

"What about the couch?"  Ted called.

"What about it?"

"There's a pretty big fucking stain of dog come," Ted replied.

"Fuck it," Colin replied.

"She's going to wonder about the stain?"

"Fuck her," he replied.

They both laughed.

"She needs a little mystery in her life, she's always complaining about how bored she is, how dull everything is."

"I wonder if she'd think it was boring tonight."

No, I thought vaguely, as Colin toweled me off and got me into a pair of panties.  Whatever tonight was, it wasn't boring.

He tucked me into bed, and I was asleep before they'd left.

The next day, I woke, sore once again.  What an amazing fuck, I thought.  I went to the bathroom, peed, and then went back to bed and slept the rest of the day.

Having fucked a dog, having been so thoroughly outmaneuvered by the geeks, that was a lot to process.  It seemed hard to get my head around it, and yet I worried it relentlessly.  I couldn't think of anything else.

I was disgusted with myself, as I thought of it.  Completely ashamed.  And yet, I couldn't help thinking about it.  And couldn't help getting wet.   My fingers would slide between my legs, and inevitably they would start to rub circles around my clit, and then all of a sudden I'd be coming so hard remembering how the dog had fucked me.

It was all out of control, I decided.  Things were going to far, and if I let them go any further... I'd be so screwed.  I had to pull the plug.  And I had to do it now, while I was still able to.

I resolved to put this all behind me.  I could stop, I would stop.  I was still the one in control.

I'd get my life back together, start looking up my friends again, pull my grades up.  Things would go back on track, I'd back to the plan... med school, doctor, seven figure income.

After a week, I dropped in on the guys with a pizza and a sixpack of beer...