I became a whore for animals 2
By taneesha shah.
I parked, took a deep breath, thought of the video that would ruin my life if it got out, took another deep breath, and walked up to the door, and rang the bell.
The door opened, and a good-looking man of about 30 welcomed me. “Hi Taneesha, I’ll take your coat,” was what he said as if this was some normal visit.
For a second, I desperately wanted to turn around and get the hell out of there; then I realized that the train had left the station, so to speak. I handed him my coat and stood there with my tits and pussy revealed as he hung the coat on a peg on the wall. “Follow me,” were his next words, so I did. We walked through a long corridor, went through a door, and then stood in a big barn. The barn was mostly dark, except for a circle of light in the center. The man led me into the light and told me to kneel. I kneeled and felt him shackle my ankles to the rough concrete floor. He grabbed my hair and roughly pulled me forward, so I ended up on my hands and knees. He then shackled my wrists to the floor. I felt him attach a chain to my collar, so I was forced in this kneeling position. I couldn’t get up, and I couldn’t lay down and curl up.
He walked out of the light. I just sat there, wondering what the hell would happen next. I heard somebody cough and looked around. Now that I really looked, I could see there were people in the dark, at least 20 or so. The fact that here I was, dressed in this body which revealed all my sensitive parts, wearing a collar that read “WHORE,” and chained to the floor, while 20 men were watching me made me really horny, and I felt my pussy juice starting to run down my legs.
“SNAP!” I screamed as the whip hit my ass. “Shit, if you’re going to make this much noise, I had better gag you,” some guy said as he stepped around me. He was dressed all in black and quickly put a small dildo in my mouth, which he fastened with a strap around my head. He disappeared from sight just before I felt the whip strike my ass again. It really hurt, and I tried to scream, but couldn’t get much sound past the dildo in my mouth. He kept whipping me for what felt like a long time, but what was probably a minute. My ass was burning, and I was shocked at what was happening. I had expected to be fucked, gang-raped even, and to be fucked by dogs. I had not expected to be whipped. I felt intensely humiliated, but confusingly that was also a huge turn-on. I felt hands fondle my breasts, and then a sharp pain in my nipples as quickly nipple clamps were fastened on both my nipples. I whined into my gag cause my nipples had always been sensitive, and the clamps really hurt.
The whip struck my ass again, and I cried out. Somebody was standing in front of me. I looked up. It was the guy who had been filming when Hank, Billy, and Pete had raped me. He spits in my face. Then he continued to spit in my face until my whole face was covered with his spit, and it ran down my chin. “I am your Master; you are my slut,” he said. “So, whore, you better get used to this!”
“Everybody come break this whore in!” he yelled, and suddenly all the men in the barn moved into the light. All of the men were naked and wore masks so that they couldn’t be recognized. A few had cameras and were filming.
Someone started to push his dick into my ass and started fucking me. Someone else removed the gag from my mouth and made me suck his dick. His dick tasted really rancid. He probably hadn’t washed it for a week. “That’s right, whore, you like a dirty dick, don’t you?” he said. I didn’t react, so he pulled hard on one of the nipple clamps and said, “Answer me, whore!” He pulled his dick out of my mouth. “Well?” “Yes, I do,” I answered, and strangely enough, I meant it. He stuck his dick back in my mouth and started face fucking me. I felt the guy behind me shoot his load into my ass, and immediately his dick was replaced with another. The guy in front of me shot a load into my mouth, pulled back, and sprayed the rest of his slimy cum into my face. I licked my lips while I waited for the next dick to be shoved into my mouth. Slightly to the right of me, there was a guy with a camera filming my face close-up. I looked into the lens, then felt a stream of warm liquid hit my face. I looked up and saw the guy who had just facialed me pissing me in my face. I opened my mouth and swallowed some and let the rest run back out and down my chin while I looked back in the lens. I felt immensely humiliated, but I was also hornier than I had ever been before.
This continued for two hours or so with everyone taking turns fucking me, face fucking me, and filling me up with cum. I was repeatedly whipped, or someone would pull on the nipple clamps. They would spit in my face, piss in my mouth, call me dirty whore or slut. They would ask me if I liked it, and I would answer affirmatively.
*****
After two hours, everybody backed off. I was dripping with cum, piss, and spit, my ass and tits were burning, and I felt exhausted. If I had hoped that it was over now, I was wrong.
Somebody brought in two German Shepherds. They had one mounting me from the back, and he immediately started fucking my cunt. The other one was led in front of me, with his ass towards my face. Someone reached under him and then held out his big slimy dog cock in front of my mouth. I hesitated just a moment; I don’t know why, after all, I had endured this evening. Somebody yanked on a nipple clamp, and I screamed in pain. “Now you’ll have to beg for it, whore,” the man holding the dog’s cock said. When I didn’t beg quick enough, the other guy pulled a nipple clamp again, and I heard myself scream, “Please let me suck his dick!” “Are you sure you want to suck this dog’s cock, bitch?” the man holding the dog’s cock asked. “Yes, yes, please let me suck it,” I whimpered.
The man holding the camera came in even closer as the slimy dog cock, dripping pre-cum slid between my lips and I started sucking and licking it. I felt the dog cock in my cunt grow and then felt his knot enter my cunt. I was completely filled up, and my pussy is so sensitive from all the fucking made me have the most intense orgasm I ever had. It went on for minutes, and I just sat there, shackled on my hands and knees, shivering from orgasmic pleasure, with another dog cock in my mouth. The dog behind me turned around and started pulling, but couldn’t get his knot out of my cunt yet. Another orgasm hit me, the dog cock in my mouth started shooting jet after jet of slimy dog cum into my mouth. I tried to swallow it all, but it was just too much, and more than half ran down my chin. The man holding the dog’s cock used it to smear the dog cum all over my face. I felt the knot slip out of my cunt, and I felt the dog cum running down my legs. Both dogs were led away, and all the men left as well.
The man who had let me in when I arrived walked up to me, undid the nipple clamps, which hurt even worse as the blood flowed back into my abused nipples. He undid the shackles and let me get to my feet.
I followed him back through the corridor, where he handed me my coat and opened the door. I figured it was pretty useless to ask if I could shower, so I stepped outside and walked to my car. As I drove home, I could feel everything sticking to me. My face was completely covered in slimy dog cum, dog cum was leaking out of my cunt, I smelled of piss, cum, and spit…. and I felt so sexy! I had never been so used and humiliated in my life before, but I felt sexy as hell, feeling all the slimy cum and spit of 20 men and two dogs covering pretty much my whole body.
When I got home, I looked at myself in the mirror, and I liked what I saw. A slut, a whore who didn’t mind getting gang fucked by 20 men and two dogs, who liked to be raped, dog fucked, pissed, and spit on…. I couldn’t help it; I just loved my new self. I didn’t shower, didn’t undress, I just went to bed, felt the sheets sticking to my slimy body, and reveled in feeling used.
The End.
*This story has been edited to fix spelling, punctuation, & basic grammar, but the narrative and plot have remained the same. Just remember, even with the limited editing we do, it doesn’t always mean the flaws in a story are always fixed.
