The Longest Tie 2: Kidnapped!

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Chapter 1

There were five persons and a dog in the gymnasium. Four men and one woman. There was no apparatus in the room. The sole piece of furniture was a wicker chair on which the oldest of the people, a slim middle-aged man was sitting. He was dressed in white, lambs wool sweater, chinos, and sneakers, and was watching the gymnasts go through their aerobatics. The three men were in their twenties and dressed in blue leotards. The woman, about the same age as the sitting male, was naked. She was slim with a firm bosom with startling nearly black areolas and large pink nipples. She allowed herself to be thrown around the room as if she was a teenager training for the Olympics. The men caught her, threw her to the floor where she landed on her hands, feet or just allowed herself to spin and roll and rise up in a seamless motion. She would run up to the men and dance off their bodies doing cartwheels through the air before she landed. It was non-stop action.

The dog, a white male Akita with black patches, weighing over 100 pounds, was laying down at the feet of the man sitting in the chair. The dog was watching the act before him but his eyes were only on the female. His mouth was open most of the time, his tongue hung out and occasionally he moved like someone trying to control their excitement. When he panted, the man stroked his fur and said with a calming voice, “Soon Hylaeus. Soon.”

The gymnasts paused. It was noticeable the men were sweating and breathing heavy whilst the woman looked cool as if she had gotten off a chair lift in the mountains.

The men then left leaving the woman alone. She quickly walked over to the dog. The dog immediately got to his feet with some show of excitement. It was then a watcher would have seen the dog was wearing matching booties taped to his legs.

The woman put up a warning finger to the dog who calmed down straight away. She kneeled down and fondled and kissed the dog on his head. Then they both French kissed their mouths open and their tongues touching and exploring each other’s mouth as only lovers do.

The men returned with four 9ft long quarter staffs between them. The woman immediately left the dog almost reluctantly. She took the fourth staff and walked away from the men twirling the staff expertly in her hands as if it was a light cane.

The men then circled her moving around with their staffs in attack mode. They looked intense, they wanted to hurt this woman.

The woman’s eyes were like a cat’s. They darted at the men; her instincts were razor sharp; she could smell their sweat; she even smiled when she noticed them tense up. They were going to attack NOW!

They did. They leaped at her, their staffs flashing. One was aimed at her head, another at her body and the third – her legs.

The problem was – she wasn’t there anymore.

The woman, with lightning speed, had jumped on the shoulders of the first man, hitting his neck with her staff. Within a second she did this to the other two. She was actually on her feet standing before the first man sank to the floor unconscious. Almost instantly the other two followed suit. The only noise was from their staffs hitting the floor.

“I hope you haven’t hurt them too bad, my love,” said the man sitting on the chair.

“I only gave them a light tap,” she said. “They’ll be awake within a minute. They’ll have the pain for the rest of the day, though.”

True to her words the three men started moving, sat up and rubbed the backs of their necks, ruefully.

“Where did you learn that?” one of the men asked.

“Belisama,” the woman replied handing him her staff. “The Goddess of lakes and rivers, fire, craft and light. Practice what you’ve seen. Then come back when you think you’re ready.”

They left. The woman then went to the dog. She patted her pussy that was as bald as the day she was born.

“Come and play, Arden,” she said.

The giant dog was between her thighs in a flash. She pulled apart the lips of her cunt exposing the moist, pink interior. Arden was no stranger to this. He attacked it with his tongue, his muzzle pushing hard against her love opening. Her legs were splayed open and her eyes closed as she savored the tongue as it delved into the depths of her desire. She loved the roughness of it and it found her clitoris, stroking it, prying it loose from its privacy. She allowed herself to fall into the yawning pit of her emotions. Her sexual state rising slowly at first and then taking her by surprise by the speed it took over her body. She gasped and sank down on her knees before her master.

“I am yours,” she said, “Take me.”

The animal left his tonguing and walked behind her. She leaned forward onto her hands submitting herself to the Akita.

She wanted to give herself to the animal, something she would never allow a human to do. To possess her. To master her. Just the thought was abhorrent. Even when she made love to her husband she was in charge. He was there to please her and not the other way round. She knew he got satisfaction. How could he not? She was a skilled lover. If she pleased him she didn’t care one bit.

Her matings with the Akita were not frequent and it was deliberate. Arden had been taught that it was a privilege she gave to him. And when she did grant that privilege she did give herself to him. Completely. It was going to be given to him now. He was going to be his mistresses’ master and he wanted to be that now! His feet had been fitted into the sock boots. A sure sign he was going to mate.

He saw the human woman now as his bitch. He was going to punish her. He was going to enjoy her. He was going to release his sperm filled balls into her belly. He was going to make her scream.

He had already tasted his bitch’s cunt so with her ass pointing directly at him he went for the other hole. The one with the enticing dark smell. It was smaller and tighter than the lower one so he attacked it more furiously. His tongue worked at the flower. No teasing. Just power. Soon he was rewarded. The flower started to open. It’s petals showing. The center open. Arden was quick to explore the interior. The taste was delicious and he heard his bitch moan.

The bitch was imploring him to fuck her.

“Fuck me, Arden,” she cried. “Fuck me!”

Arden ignored her. Instead, he pushed his snout to lower down and he commenced his attack back to the bitch’s pussy.

In exasperation, the bitch banged her fists down onto the floor. To her annoyance she found the tongue at her cunt was making her lose whatever control that remained. She was going to climax.

“No. No! No! Don’t make me cum!”

The man, the woman’s husband smiled. He had never been able to have this control. He had watched her with other men. With other women. No one ever did this to her. He wondered if other dogs or other animals would have the same effect. But she wasn’t interested. She got off big time watching other women being mated. He liked seeing her playing with her pussy whilst the women were being ravaged by animals. Now he was watching her in the same position. He released his cock. His manhood standing straight to attention. He lovingly stroked it. Not too much, he didn’t want to cum, yet.

The woman came. She felt it spring from her toes. They curled up, sending the muscles in her body to spasm, to rise, to continue upwards through her body and it was then Arden struck. He mounted his bitch. Just as if she was a ballet dancer as she leaped across the shoulders of the three men, he was the matador with the bull. He struck with his cock, almost hidden by the pouch but showing a bright red lipstick, and it hit the mark immediately. It was like the Estacada – a single sword thrust.

As soon as it thrust inside the bitch the dog’s thrust started up like a Gating gun. And the body of the slim, lightweight woman receiving this barrage shook in time. The huge weight of the dog allowed it to plunge down onto the giant and powerful paws and become like a doll in the hands of a baby. The body shook and shook rattling her teeth.

Arden rutted the bitch and knew he was causing her pain. He enjoyed it. He ignored her screams. It caused him to work even harder. He could hear his own grunts. He could feel his heart pounding. He was making her pay.

However, he didn’t understand the difference between cries of pain and cries of joy. He was an animal and he lived on instinct. His instinct was telling him he was hurting his bitch and this gave him joy. He felt his knot expanding. Soon he would really hurt her when he lodged that inside and released his boiling hot sperm. It had been weeks since he possessed her. Weeks since he had had the extreme enjoyment. If only he could have her every day. Once wouldn’t be enough. Four or five times a day he would enjoy himself.

Arden’s own enjoyment was matched by the woman’s. Her cries of pain and she was really feeling pain, were cries of joy. She gave herself into the intense sensations. She was oblivious to anything around her. If a gang of assassins had stormed in they could have killed her. She wouldn’t have known. The spurts of the precum lubricating up her passage made her lust for more. And more. And even more.

She felt the knot. Her fists hit the floor as if she was punching an opponent in his body. She was even hurting herself. She was not aware. She wanted the knot. She demanded it.

“Yes. Yes! Oh yes!”

Arden was also out of control. He gave into his own instincts. He wanted release. He gave one enormous thrust into the bitch and used his paws to pull her cunt down at the same time onto his doggie cock.

Arden came. His balls releasing his hot watery, milky balm right up into the bitch’s womb.

The woman came. Huge. She welcomed the sperm hosing inside her body. Even though the dog had stopped thrusting her body moved as if it was. The pain as the dog’s knot shot inside her was the icing on the delicious cake. It sent her into overdrive.

It was heaven and as she recovered her senses she thanked her Gods. She always thanked her Gods.

The dog on her back wasn’t finished yet. She liked the feeling of being joined to the animal. His sperm still shooting into her. His heart beating against her flesh like a drumstick. His breath warm on the back of her neck. When she felt something warm touch her lips she opened her mouth. She sucked on her husband’s cock. She made no protest when he clamped his hands behind her head under the neck of the dog whose jaws were open in a giant grin. He pulled her head further onto his cock and started thrusting harder and faster. He didn’t last long. He tried to stop and slow down and as soon as he did this the woman took charge. She sucked harder and closed her mouth around it.

He groaned. She sucked.

He started to cum. She sucked more. She felt his salty spunk hit her throat and she gulped it down.

His balls were now dry.

His cock started to lose its strength.

She allowed it to leave her mouth.

It was fully thirty minutes later before the dog was finished. Even then it was with reluctance he pulled out leaving a load of his spunk running out of her vagina.

Arden immediately was there licking and cleaning up.

It was only after that he realized what he had done. He had hurt his mistress and he had enjoyed it. He was there to protect her if needed and he had allowed his basic instincts to overtake his training.

As soon as he saw his mistress rise from the floor, sperm still running down the inside of her thighs he laid down as if playing dead. He whined.

The woman looked down at him. She smiled. She bent down and patted him. The dog immediately sprang to his feet. His tail wagging. He jumped up on his hind legs, his paws landing on his shoulders. They kissed. She then pushed him away.

She called her husband.

“Christopher, take him outside and give him a steak. He’s been good. I needed that. Badly. I feel better now.”

“Maureen, my dear. I have never seen you so tense. What’s wrong?”

“The blood moon is only seven days away. The woman, Grace, has suffered damage to her vagina by that Queen Bitch. I took great delight in eliminating her myself. I wish I could have made her suffer more but it had to look like an overdose.” The woman slumped down on the chair. For the first time, she looked tired. Her dog laid down at her feet. “I still have not found out who told her who Grace was or where she lived. Obviously, Queen Bitch was in the pay off Dave Simmons but how she worked out what dog was fucking her at the Seven 7’s is also unsolved.”

“How bad are Grace’s injuries!” Christopher asked.

“Tabitha said very bad vaginal bruising but luckily no tearing. Although she will be able to take a cock there in a week it will be a month before the damage is completely healed.”

“A week. She will be fine, then. Just in time,” Christopher spoke soothingly. “You are worrying yourself unnecessarily.”

“I said a cock,” Maureen spoke sharply. “She has to take the seven Danes and any other dog the members bring. Screw all the male priests including you. Plus seven from the members. And then there is the goat. I am praying he will take her seven times.”

“Impossible. Only one woman in history has taken the same goat seven times at the same mating.”

“The signs all point to this being the second time. The Blood Moon at the same time of an eclipse. If the goat doesn’t take her seven times it will mean the end of this earth as we know it. Lucifer will win.”

“Lucifer is doing a pretty good job now.”

“Exactly. But if Grace is the reincarnation of the Goddess Diana Lucifer’s power lessens. Diana can talk and control all animals. It is only animals that can rid this world of Lucifer. Lucifer can only enter human’s minds and take their souls.”

“Apart from the signs why do you believe Grace could be Diana?”

“She looks like Diana. She is an artist. So was Diana. She excites animals and she loves mating with them. So did Diana.”

“Grace has only mated with dogs.”

“And in just a few days she has mated with ten dogs, three at least nine times. And she loves it. She is insatiable. We will know if the goat gets excited by her and without help from the urine from a female goat. If he mates with her seven times.”

“Even if she doesn’t we will have our Goddess of Beasts.”

“But now her vagina is already damaged we will not know. Diana will not return and enter into another human soul until there is another blood moon with an eclipse and a goat has mated with that human seven times after mating with dogs and humans.”

Christopher sighed. “Go as planned and see how she holds out.”

“How she holds out?” Maureen found her anger rising. “if she attempts that with the bruising still there she will not be able to take another cock in her pussy ever again.”

“She has another hole.” Christopher regretted saying that but it was too late. Maureen almost spat at him.

“And how will your ass hole be after it has had fourteen dogs penises’ up it, plus fourteen humans’ and a goat seven times on the trot? Grace has a big pussy. A really big one. It can take it but not after it has had a huge fist jammed up it. If you would like to bend over I’ll shove mine up yours. See for yourself how that will feel. Then you might imagine what it would be like to take on 30 plus more cocks up it. I’m tired. Go and take Arden for a walk and then feed him with a beef steak. He deserves it. I want to be alone.”

Christopher left with Arden leaving Maureen in deep thought. She then prayed to her Gods. Her followers would have been surprised when she also prayed to Jesus Christ!

Chapter 2

Maureen did not know there was worse news ahead.

Grace Williams (née Darling) was a beautiful 38-year-old widow with triplets, all boys and 19 years old. Peter, Paul, and John. Grace was an artist of some renown and wealthy. She lived an ordinary. normal life and she had financed her son’s photography/video/animation business that had just started to make money.

However, within a week her normal life had changed to one of sexual depravity that included incest and bestiality. She and her sons were “owned” by six women and she had been inducted into The Elderly Wives Club of Long Learey to be the sex object of their sexual fantasies. Three of the women were sisters and secretly owned a porn empire that extended into other countries. The other women were a doctor, a librarian and a witch who was the High Priestess of a secret Wiccan Society. It was this woman, Maureen, Grace was afraid of.

Grace knew for a fact Maureen had murdered two people, albeit both had done harm to herself. Grace had found she had no pity for the two dead people – one had wiped out a whole family that included her husband and the other had hurt her so badly she could hardly walk. And if this person had lived Grace knew she would have been dead by now.

Although it was two days since her vagina had been savaged the pain was still very bad. The doctor, Tabitha (Tabbie), who had tended to her had said the pain would start to ease off from the third day. But Grace had not been able to stop the sex.

Grace was now addicted to sex, especially mating with dogs. At the very first meeting with these women she had been married to three German Shepherds, had had sex with the three sisters sons and within 24 hours had allowed her sons to watch the dogs mate with her. Later she had given blow jobs to two of her sons and had not resisted when her third son had actually fucked her. She was looking forward to exploring more intimacy with all of them.

All of Grace’s sexual adventures had been filmed and handed over to her sons to turn into animated hardcore sexual cartoons.

The culmination was the night three days ago when she had been the human bitch at an orgy at a club that involved sex with seven dogs and seven men. All under the guise of a competition called “The Longest Tie” where wealthy people bet huge sums of money on which dog could stay tied to her for the longest time.

Grace had taken the place at the last moment of the regular human bitch and this was the angry, crazy woman who had inflicted the injury to Grace by fisting her unmercifully and demanding money. The woman had found out where Grace lived and had turned up at her house. It was only because Grace had promised her money to be collected from the bank the following Monday that the woman hadn’t murdered Grace on the spot.

Her sons had taken her three dogs for a walk and came home to find out what had happened.

That the Elderly Wives Club members had taken care of things had not made Grace feel any better.

Her three dogs, of course, wanted to mate with Grace and she had tried to oblige by trying to take them in her ass with the help of her sons but that had proved to be unsuccessful. The dogs were not happy with her sons being there and grabbing their cocks. The dogs had growled and threatened them. The alpha shepherd, Dexter, had wrestled Grace down and he was not going to be denied. Even though Grace had managed to guide his cock into her ass the pain was excruciating. The thin wall between the two openings was too badly bruised and what had always been a pleasure was now the opposite. She screamed and told her sons to call Dr. Tabitha’s daughter, Alice, who worked for her sons and had trained the dogs.

Peter called her and thankfully Alice answered straight away. She was aware of what had happened and told him she would come at once but Grace would have to leave the house until she had recovered.

Peter thanked her and reported back.

Her imminent arrival was too late to help poor Grace who was still sobbing as Dexter drove his cock in and out of her poor ass and she waited with fear as she knew the knot was still to come.

One of Grace’s other son’s, John, tried to get near the rutting dog but was turned away by the other two dogs, Dylan and Dagon, who bared their teeth menacingly at him.

Grace could now feel Dexter’s knot forming at the entrance to her anus pressing already against the rim. She pushed her head down and gritted her teeth her hands clenched and hitting the floor.

Whilst some pain are pleasurable in sex this was different and she had alarming images in her head of the membrane dividing her vagina from her anus and being ripped apart or so severely damaging it, her vagina would never heal.

Dexter gave a huge push sending the knot right into the small channel and pushing the wall right up against the outer vaginal skin that was also badly bruised.

If the pain had been bad before this time it was so bad she actually passed out causing much worry from her sons. The scream she gave was actually a blessing as it frightened all the dogs including Dexter. He yanked his cock out of Grace’s ass spraying his plentiful cum all over her back, her bottom and over the floor where he walked away.

Some quick thinking by the third son, John, saved the rest of the day. He swiftly picked the unconscious body of his mother up and rushed her out of the bedroom quickly followed by Peter and Paul who slammed the door on the dogs essentially locking them in.

John took Grace to his bedroom laying her down on the bed. She started regaining consciousness almost immediately.

“I’ll never be the same again,” Grace sobbed, “I’ll never be able to take a crap or pee. Never mind fuck.”

There came a tremendous thud and banging on her bedroom door.

“Hell,” said John, “Your dogs will tear the door down.”

“You’ll need a new bedroom door soon,” said Paul.

“And I can’t leave like this,” Grace said, ” All my clothes are in my closet and I have to get into my bedroom first.”

“Go and lay down in the back of your car. At least you’ll be out of the house,” suggested Peter. Noting all his mother was wearing was the half corset that only covered her waist he said he would get his overcoat.

Whilst he got his overcoat her other sons helped her down the stairs. They had just got her outside when Alice drove up. She immediately took charge as was her way.

“There’s no need of that immediately,” she said, “I’ll deal with the dogs. Grace, go back in the house and lay down. I’ve called mother. She’s coming.”

They took Grace into the lounge and she laid down on the couch.

Alice went upstairs and into the bedroom.

“No. Seven! Lear! Lear!” she yelled at the dogs, pointing to then with her finger and staring into their eyes.

The dogs, who were at first even aggressive to her immediately quieted. They cowered and backed away into a corner of the bedroom.

Alice called out, “I’ll be a little while. Do not disturb me.”

She went into the bedroom and shut and locked the door.

Alice was very much like her mother, Dr. Tabitha, including her striking green eyes. Small, almost flat chested and long black hair. That these three big German Shepherds respected her was indeed strange but then she trained them. They recognized her as their master. The other female was their bitch to use whenever and wherever they desired. However, they could see she was angry with them. They each knew they had done wrong. What punishment was she going to dish out to them?

They were astonished when she lifted up her long skirt and took off her panties offering her love slit to them.

Tentatively they approached her. She rubbed her pussy slowly finding arousal starting. It had been a long time she had mated with these three beasts. Although she was doing it to benefit poor Grace she was surprised at how quickly her juices had started to flow.

The dogs could smell her arousal. Dexter, although having just mated with his bitch he had nevertheless been interrupted just after knotting with her. He had not been able to discharge his semen into her womb. He strutted forward and pushed his snout against the offering. He liked the smell and out came his tongue. He slurped around the opening and his taste buds were set alive so he dove inside.

Alice sighed with the enjoyment. This dog had improved his technique since she last allowed him access. She stroked his head and pushed herself harder against him.

Dexter was only too pleased to oblige his mistress and his tongue explored the warm moist love nest even more.

Alice knew she was gradually losing control so she quickly moved away and moved over to one of the other dogs, Dylan.

Dylan immediately went to work on that pussy where Dexter had done the groundwork. Dylan dove deep, his tongue entering further into the tight human canal now glistening with wetness he shouldn’t even be near. But this was the mistress that had taught him how to fuck and he wanted to show her how he had improved upon her teaching skills, too. He even lightly chewed on the lips of her cunt forcing Alice to drop to her knees. Dylan went with her falling down on his belly but able to still keep licking away.

“Oh no,” she whispered, “I can’t take any more of this.”

She managed to move his head away and he rolled over onto his back his cock peeping out of its sheath. The lipstick was there ready to touch her lips and she obliged squatting her body over his and expertly holding his pouch, her lips lightly wrap around the now extending penis. Her tongue licked at the tip of his cock and she was rewarded with a sudden shot of precum.

Alice had forgotten there was a third dog, Dagan. He saw this bare ass before him. It even wriggled and he took that as a sign to go to work. His new bitch had disappeared and his mistress had obligingly taken her place. He only gave a few licks at her ass before mounting her in case she said “no” and immediately started his humping.

Alice gave a small jump but continued her work sucking Dylan’s cock that was now fully extended. She deep throated the beast’s phallus feeling his balls against her face. Dagan found the mark after stabbing all around the opening before he finally got lucky and his cock went inside. His paws grabbed Alice’s waist pulling her body easily back onto his pistoning stick that was doing a staccato step inside Alice’s cunt. A cunt, Dylan instantly realized, was much tighter than the previous bitches. It clung to his penis and squeezed it making him release more precum.

Even though Dagan had pulled Alice away from Dylan’s cock she managed to hold on to his body pulling him with her and not releasing his cock from her mouth.

Alice had to admit she was enjoying this. What had started out as a chore to quieten down Grace’s dogs was turning into a doggie orgy as she had no doubt Dexter would be next atop of her. She was determined he would be the last so she set about concentrating on bringing off Dylan with her mouth.

Her front end was suck-suck. Her rear end was fuck-fuck. And her body was luck-luck.

And the luck-luck was turning into an orgasm. She had to stop the suck-suck as the fuck-fuck brought it on. She started to climax at the same time she felt Dylan’s knot starting to expand and fill her mouth. She also felt Dagan’s knot growing against her vaginal lips as his cock rapidly plowed away inside her.

Alice had a huge orgasm. Her whole body shook. When she recovered she instantly felt another one approaching. She couldn’t fight it so she allowed the pleasure of it to envelope her. She lost control of the situation but it didn’t matter. She wanted to cum and cum.

She sucked harder on the cock in her mouth. She squeezed her vaginal muscles against the cock shunting like a steam hammer in her cunt. When both knots pushed into her she welcomed them. When both dogs released their hot, watery sperm into her body she was in sheer bliss. The watery balm exploding into her mouth and the same balm exploding into her pussy was like two arrows shooting into her body from two ends and meeting somewhere in the middle.

Alice released Dylan’s cock, managing to swallow 50% of his sperm and allowing the rest to spill out of her mouth. Dylan rolled his body away from Alice, crawled and then got to his feet. The German Shepherd walked away, settled himself down on the floor and concentrated on cleaning his cock, not at all interested in his brother, Dagan, who was tied to Alice, laying on her back, his cock still shooting his cum into her womb.

She lay still allowing the dog to finish his business. Her heart was beating hard and she had allowed the dog to master her, had lost control but had had a mind blowing orgasm she hadn’t expected. She was proud of Dylan and now wanted to test the lead brother, Dexter, who had been watching everything closely, his jaws open and his tongue flexing. He was hoping his former mistress would allow him to mate with her. He hadn’t enjoyed his bitch, Grace, a short while ago. And in the back of his mind he stored the thought, his bitch will have to pay. He would fuck her all night next time they met. Even though he had cum partly in her, he had plenty more stored in his balls to shoot into Alice.

Alice was looking hard at Dexter trying to read his mind. He had been the hardest to train. He was the quickest to learn how to mate with a human but the slowest to learn there were rules. The number one being she was in charge and he could mate with her only when she allowed it. He was there to pleasure her first and not the other way round.

She decided he would still have that lesson, otherwise, she would have trouble getting the Control back so she smiled back at him, wagging the index finger of her right hand at him. She even mouthed silently the words, “No. Seven. Lear. Lear,” at him. She was pleased when she saw confusion in his eyes. To add more to that she gave him a hard stern look. Then she heard someone else come into the house.

Chapter 3

Dr. Tabitha had arrived and was examining Grace. She had been told her daughter, Alice, was upstairs in Grace’s bedroom with the dogs. She nodded.

“Thankfully, there are no internal abrasions, Grace,” she said after she had finished, “but the swelling in your anal and vaginal tissues are considerable. This means no sex for at least a week. It is, therefore, unlikely you will be able to participate in the Wiccan meeting. I know Barbara is not going to take the news well. It is being held on a special night, the blood moon.”

“The blood moon?” John asked as he and his two brothers entered the kitchen where the examination had been done. “Is mom going to be OK?”

“Yes,” Dr. Tabitha replied. “But no sex for a week.”

“Hell, mom, that’s gonna kill you,” Peter retorted with a smile.

“You could be right,” Grace agreed. “I can’t explain what’s happened to me. I crave sex. The more I have, the more I want. I used to go weeks and weeks before I got the urge to have sex. I have to confess I would masturbate most nights before going to sleep.”

“You bought some interesting sex toys,” Peter said.

Grace found herself blushing.

John moved the conversation back to his question. “When we walked in you mentioned the blood moon. That’s all myth, isn’t it? Werewolf’s, zombies and all that rubbish. If there ever is such a thing as a blood moon?”

“Blood moons are not as rare as you think. In exactly seven days time there will be a moon eclipse and in every eclipse, the moon when it appears can look red. However, it will look red if on that same night between 7:30 pm and 4:30 am there is more than one eclipse. If it is four the moon will turn red. Scientists are predicting there will be more than one eclipse next week. Definitely two, most likely three and possibly four.” Dr. Tabitha had her audience enthralled and she decided to milk it a little. “Some Wiccan’s believe on a true blood moon – four eclipses – the Goddess Diana will come back to earth disguised as an animal. She will mate with a human who will become pregnant and she will be reborn.”

“But if she is disguised as an animal it will be a she,” interjected Paul.

“No,” said Dr. Tabitha, “Diana, when she lived on earth would disguise herself as all sorts of animals. Every time she became a male.”

“And you believe this nonsense?” scoffed Paul.

“I am a Wiccan as all members of the Elderly Wives Club are,” Dr. Tabitha replied. “In seven days time so will Grace. Although she will not be present for any of the rites. Before saying Wiccan beliefs are nonsense learn about it first. If you will excuse me I have to see how my daughter is doing trying to do something useful. Trying to stop Grace’s dog’s tearing the place apart in order to have sex with her.”

Tabbie hated it when ignorant people ridiculed her faith. She went upstairs, knocked on Grace’s bedroom door, calling out who it was. The door was instantly unlocked and opened. She went in. The door was instantly shut and relocked.

“You timed it perfectly, mother,” Alice said. “I had Dylan on my back and his penis pumping me full of spunk just a few minutes ago. It is still running out of me. Excuse the mess. Now it’s your turn. Get your panties off and present yourself to Dexter.”

“What?!” Tabbie exclaimed.

“Do it, now,” Alice commanded her mother. “Or I will tell Dexter to take you as you are. I took Dylan and blew Dagan. Wasn’t so bad. I came. You should enjoy it even more. It’s the only way to save Grace and her home. Do as you’re told, mother. At once!”

Tabbie hated the hold her daughter had on her. The authoritative voice Alice wielded always excited her and she felt her pussy becoming wet against her wishes.

Dexter was impressed with his mistress. He watched the new bitch lift up her skirt, pull down her pink bikini panties and gets down on her hands and knees. His mistress lifted the bitch’s skirt, placing it on her back and then his mistress smacked the bare ass in front of her. She pointed her finger at him and said the word he wanted to hear.

“Mount.”

Not even a sniff or a lick he was up on the bitch’s back immediately humping madly. He wrapped his paws around her waist, his cock already extended and banging hard against the white flesh before finding the groove that contained his trip to paradise.

He found the opening and he was in. His paws clasped the bitch’s waist pushing her cunt further onto his madly thrusting bony penis.

Tabbie gasped at the sudden intrusion. The German Shepherd on her back felt heavy and he was strong. He even lifted her body up forcing his cock further inside her. She was thankful for the wetness her body had sent into her vagina oiling the passage and she then felt the spurts of his precum making the now fully extended cock more bearable and even pleasant.

She started to moan and Alice smiled. She loved making her mother do things against her will and seeing her actually enjoy it. She was waiting for the dog to tie to make her mother do something else.

Because Dexter had already mated earlier with Grace his knot expanded fast and was soon nicely ensconced in this new bitch. He stopped his humping and concentrated in getting rid of the rest of his sperm from his aching balls.

Tabbie had also cum – twice. The first a small taste of the much larger one that followed when she felt the entrance of the knot followed by the flood of the dog’s cum.

Her eyes had closed and she wasn’t aware her daughter was in front of her until she felt something wet pushing against her face. It was Alice’s pussy, still wet and slimy with Dylan’s sperm.

Alice spread her cunt wide open with her fingers pushing it hard against her mother’s lips.

“Clean me up, mother,” she instructed her. “Don’t lose a drop.”

Tabbie was now completely in Alice’s power. If her daughter had told her to fly she would have tried to do it. She licked at her daughter’s wide open vagina, first smelling and then tasting the metallic spunk Dylan had left behind. Her tongue was tentative at first and then the nasty, taboo naughtiness of it all got to her so she dug deeper, taking more of the sperm on her tongue and swallowing it.

She had got into it when Dexter had decided he was spent. Taking two bitches with only a few minutes respite was pretty good. He pulled out and then did exactly what the bitch was doing with her tongue. He started to clean up the bitch with his.

When he finally finished so was Tabbie she dropped down spent and tired onto the floor carpet now wet and stained.

Ten minutes later mother and daughter were clean and tidy. They walked down the stairs together not betraying anyway what they both had been up to in Grace’s bedroom.

“You can go up now and collect your things,” Alice told Grace. “You mustn’t stay here.”

“For how long?” Grace asked.

Alice looked at her mother.

“Five days. I will examine you again then,” Dr. Tabitha said. “The Blood moon is on the sixth evening extending into the seventh morning. It’s after midnight you will be inducted. Whether or not you perform.”

Grace felt a tingle of excitement. Perform. She hadn’t been told what it was but she knew it was sexual and would involve dogs and maybe other animals. She hoped she would be fit to mate with them.

“Do you have anywhere to stay?” Tabbie asked her. “Or you can go to the three sisters house. They have some rooms on the top floor available.”

“I’ll find somewhere. Hotel probably, and not too far away.” Grace replied, already planning what she was going to do in her head.

“You must let them know where you are,” Alice told Grace.

“For your protection,” said Tabbie.

“The only person who threatened me has been done away with,” Grace retorted. “Unless there are other assassins out there wanting to bump me off?” She looked questioningly at mother and daughter who let the question hang out there.

Grace took that as a ‘Yes’. “Bloody hell!” she said.

“Wherever you go, you will call us three times a day,” said Peter.

“And where you are,” said Paul.

“Yes,” Grace agreed.

Dr. Tabitha and Alice left.

She went upstairs to her bedroom to pack and was relieved to find the dogs waiting to be let out. They paid her no mind. When Grace saw the stains and wet patches on the carpet she smiled. She made a mental note to make sure she viewed the tapes. Everything that took place in her bedroom was recorded.

An hour later Grace was packed and ready. She deliberated on whether to take the birth control pills Tabbie had given her but then threw them into one of her bags. She promised to phone her sons three times a day. They had her cell phone number, anyway. She was going to a hotel. She told them to look after her dogs, water, feed them and take them for walks. They promised they would. She also told them to have the carpet cleaned in her bedroom. What she didn’t tell them was that when she reached the hotel she was going to phone a certain man – an Ike man. Her sons walked her to her car. Although the pain had lessened due to the painkillers from Tabbie it still hurt to walk.

Her sons had carried and loaded up their mother’s car with all her artist’s utensils, easel, canvases, etc. at her request. They stood there waiting.

When she was in the car, John nervously asked her, “Mum, when you return, can one of us sleep with you every night? We’ll take it in turns.”

“You’ll have to share me with the dogs, and I do need to get some sleep, too. Yes,” she answered. She was rewarded by the smiles and excited faces from all three sons.

Naughtily, she asked them something. “In return,” she said slowly, and sexily. “I want all three of you inside me at the same time.”

Before they could answer she drove off.

She didn’t notice a car pull out following her from a distance. The driver of that car didn’t notice he, too, was being followed.

 

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