XXX-Fiction

laurac75

Chapter 6

The action back on the third floor at the Three Ladies’ house was hotting up.

Kate’s ass was well and truly red from the paddling of her back side by Jane who was now trying to insert a very large black dildo into her tiny ass. Even with the oil the hole was still tightly shut and stubbornly not giving in. Jane called the three brothers to help.

“George and Albert,” she instructed, “pull her ass cheeks apart. Henry, get the wooden mallet and give the dildo some taps whilst I hold it in place.”

Kate was not happy to hear this and grunted and moaned around the ball gag in her mouth. Her head waved and rolled like a fairground clown trying to avoid the bucket of water that was going to be poured over his head.

At her front was Joan who had applied nipple clamps to Kate’s nipples plus suction cups to her breasts. Part of Joan’s fist was inside Kate’s pussy and she was pushing hard to get the rest of it inside. At every twist and turn, she could feel a flood of wetness and knew Kate was climaxing over her fist.

Joy was sitting on the single camp bed that had been brought in. She was completely naked and considering her age she still had a good figure, Firm 36inch breasts and flat tummy with just a small amount of black trimmed hair above her vagina that she was fingering whilst she watched Kate’s painful pleasures.

It took only a few good taps of the mallet and with her eyeballs almost bursting out of her eye sockets, the dildo sank into poor Kate’s ass. Her body shook as she came with the agony of the protrusion up her rectum.

Joan marveled at Kate’s tolerance to the pain and how she enjoyed it. With her fist inside the victim’s pussy, she felt a flood of discharge encompass it and run out over her wrist and down her arm.

She squeezed the dildo with her fingers against the thin membrane separating the two passages and got a thrill of excitement herself at the success they were all having at bringing this ‘average normal’ middle aged lady to show her true masochistic side.

“Now bring her over to me,” ordered Joy, “and let me see how good she is at eating pussy. She has to learn to give pleasure as well as receiving it.”

George and Albert untied Kate and took the ball gag from her mouth. They removed the suction cups off her breasts but left the nipple clamps on and the dildo in her ass. Kate had difficulty in walking over to Joy and would have collapsed onto the floor without the aid of the two brothers.

Joy laid back on the bed, spreading her legs and opening the lips of her bare cunt.

Kate was pushed onto her knees in front of Joy and her head held down between Joy’s legs. Kate didn’t mind. She liked nothing less than licking and sucking a juicy pussy and this one was very inviting so she went to her task with gusto.

“Climb up on the bed, dear George,” instructed Joy, “I fancy sucking my son’s cock, Kate. Do you like sucking cock, Kate?”

Kate stopped for only a second to shake her head and then got back to the job in front of her – slurping and sucking. Her practiced tongue felt and licked at ‘the man in the boat’ causing it to rock ‘n roll and expand.

“I adore sucking a cock, Kate,” Joy admitted, “especially if it’s my own sons. Nothing like incestuous love, Kate, except for one other thing.” She didn’t elaborate further but added, “And when I have made him nearly cum, he’s going to plunge that cock into his mother’s cunt from where he came. And fill me with incestuous cum. Cum and more cum. And no more talking of cum. Come here, George, and shove that delightful pole I made inside my womb into my mouth. And I will squeeze your big balls.”

George moved towards his mother who had not noticed Jane whispering into his ear. He had nodded with a quick smile.

Jane and Joan whispered to Henry and Albert who left the room. The two women then brought the low padded bench that was parked by one if the walls down into room placing it in front of the bed where Joy was both giving and receiving at both ends.

They watched until George was having problems in controlling his climax because of his mother’s deep throat antics on his cock and massage of his balls. They pulled Kate away and indicated for George to stop which he did with some relief.

“You need to be on top of your son, Joy,” Joan said with a secret wink at him and her sister. “Especially as your other hole is going to be used and you can watch Kate.

Kate had thought it was all over. She had cum more times than ever before and enjoyed a sumptuous pussy. What else was in store? When she was asked to climb onto the bench she did willing, laying face down on it facing Joy’s head.

“We want to get the positioning right,” said Joan. “So Joy and Kate can kiss one another like two love birds in passionate love.”

Joy was surprised but pleased. To have her cunt and ass filled with cock at the same time and kissing another woman who was being fucked for the first time by a dog was a thrill.

When her son laid down on the bed his cock standing to attention she climbed aboard and slowly lowered herself down over his body guiding his pole inside her.

“Now get closer together like two lovers and start to kiss and we are going to strap you into place,” continued Joan. Kate was very happy to be bound as she adored bondage. She even told Jane and Joan to tighten the straps. With her legs strapped to the upright supports of the bench and her feet just a few inches from the floor on the step, her body secured to the bench top leaving her ass sticking up and the dildo still stuck in her anus, she waited for another birching. Although her bottom was still feeling the effects of the previous paddling she was content to receive another one.

When Jane and Joan proceeded to tie a rope around Joy’s body atop of her son she was surprised but did not object. They even fastened her wrists to Kate’s. It was only when they had finished she found she couldn’t move she said anything.

“It’s fine, mother,” George reassured her. “The two of us will do all the work. All you have to do is kiss Kate.”

“And here are the boys,” said Jane as Henry and Albert entered. Henry was leading in a five-year-old giant 185lb. brown English mastiff named Doyle. Albert was accompanied by a young silver brindle 80 lb. Dutch Shepherd dog named Hump (registered as Humphrey). He had been difficult to train and he had been named because from a pup that’s what he wanted to do – hump. Anything. Alice had had a very hard job with him and he still wasn’t 100per cent trained. Alice was the only female he had mated with not that he hadn’t tried others, especially the three sisters.

As soon as Hump saw the human females, two naked ones in a doggie position, he immediately got excited. This caused Doyle to get excited too. He knew what they were there for.

Only Kate could see what was in store for both of them

“They’ve got a dog!” she exclaimed. “No. Please no!”

Joy thought Kate was referring to Doyle that was going to mate with her, so she laughed.

“Don’t be alarmed by his size, Kate,” she said trying to reassure her. “He’s a very gentle giant. And he doesn’t last very long. You’ll enjoy him. Once you’ve been dogged you’re dogged for life. Take the dildo out of her ass and grease mine. Which of you two boys are going to take me there or are you going to take turns?”

“See if you can guess, Joy,” said Jane as she lubed up her sister’s ass pushing two fingers inside and then a third and feeling George’s cock in Joy’s pussy pulsating. Joan removed the dildo from Kate’s ass and signaled for the dogs to be brought to their bitches.

Both dogs were straining at their leash and as soon as Hump smelt Joy he went almost crazy. He pulled so hard on the leash Albert couldn’t hold it and the dog went straight for Joy’s ass.

As soon as Joy felt the dog’s tongue lick at her anus she gave a startled shout and then it was her turn to exclaim “No! No! You bastards! Not my ass!”

Unfortunately for Joy that was the only option Hump had. He had mastered the art of mounting and he had even started to hump whilst in the air. His cock mashed and bashed against bare flesh until Albert was there and guided it home.

This was also the exact same time the huge mastiff had mounted Kate and Henry pointed the dog’s cock into Kate’s pussy and drove in.

Both women gave a howl that was so sharp and piercing; if they were opera singers, their noise would have shattered a wine glass.

Though Doyle was huge and must have terrified Kate he was as gentle as a dog mating with his bitch can ever be. He was almost at the same speed as a human and his cock that had grown upon entry was no bigger but he did have a sizable knot. That had yet to form. However, Hump was firing into Joy’s ass at the same speed as the noise of a rattle snake’s tail.

Neither Joy nor Kate was kissing one another. They were gritting their teeth to stop crying from the sudden shock and the pain.

The four spectators marveled, though, how soon the cries of pain very quickly turned to softer moans of pleasure.

For Kate, it was a totally new experience. She had never been with a man. From an early age, she never liked boys. They smelt nasty, they spoke nasty and they did nasty things. She had huge crushes on the female teachers at the schools she attended. Her mother was a tyrant and beat her from her early childhood right up into her teens until she was fifteen. Her father had walked out of the home when she was only three and an only child. She had come home late because she had fallen over playing grass hockey and her head had made contact with one of the goal posts knocking her out for a few minutes. The school nurse wouldn’t let Kate go home until she was happy she wasn’t suffering from a concussion. Kate’s mother wouldn’t hear her explanation. Out came the birch switch. Normally Kate never complained about the punishment. She learned from the many beatings she got to take the punishments and found she actually enjoyed them. However, this was different. It was unjust. As her mother raised the birch, Kate snatched it out of her surprised mother’s hand. Using her knee as a pivot she broke the birch in half and threw it back at her mother. “You will never hit me again, mother, never,” she said. And her mother never did again.

And that incident turned Kate into the self-assured woman she is now, around other females.

She had watched many times dogs mating with women because of ‘The Longest Tie’ contest both live and on the close circuit, television feeds from the Seven 7’s Clubs. She had wondered what it felt like but until she had seen Grace mated she had been turned off and had even thought it was sick.

Now she knew what it was feeling like. The huge dog on her back was very heavy and his paws were wrapped around the underside of the bench she was on. Every thrust and pull back of the beast’s cock moved the bench and her body. The first shocking entry in her cunt had hurt but she was well lubricated and turned on from the S&M she had had. In fact, she had a mini-climax from the pain and even the weight on her back added to the thrill of being strapped down and at the mercy of a master even if it was a dog.

The shunting of the beast’s cock was more pleasurable than a dildo or vibrator although she did prefer the feeling of another woman’s breasts against hers and the French kissing.

Doyle’s fucking was only a fraction faster than a man at full throttle but harder. What Kate found very pleasurable was the dog’s precum. The short hot spurts felt so nice and as the fucking continued she knew she was going to cum. Unwittingly she started to moan and then she was urging the dog on further.

“Yes. Yes. Yes.” Kate was saying. Softly at first and then louder. Her bound hands with Joy ‘s started to shake. She was very near a climax and Doyle started to pant. At the same time, Kate felt the knot. She knew it was going to happen and she wondered what that was going to feel like. Doyle had a very big knot. His cock was no bigger than Hump ‘s but his knot was huge. Almost the size of a tennis ball. The four humans watching were wondering if Kate would be able to take such a monster. They were about to find out.

It could!

With one almighty thrust, Doyle heaved his monster knot right inside his human bitch shooting a torrent of hot watery spunk into her womb. With the sudden intense pain and the almost scalding liquid shooting into Kate’s depth she came. She came again. And she came again. And again.

“Oh my God!!!” she screamed. Nothing had prepared her for this. Doyle continued his spunking. His huge balls carried lots of it and the big dog was going to do his best to impregnate this bitch he was emptying it into.

Joy was also at the mercy of a young and inexperienced dog who had only been with one bitch before and this one had made it very clear she was the master. This one was different Hump could immediately sense. She was not giving any orders as he rode her.

And the hole he was in was tighter and it felt to him there was another appendage present and this one was also moving in and out although nothing like the speed he was going at.

Although Hump was a novice he made it up with sheer enthusiasm. His back legs were moving in time with his pistoning cock. The faster he moved the better it felt to him. Although not as heavy as Doyle he was a big dog and agiler.

Joy had mated with many dogs over a period of time but never had she had been with one like this. His cock and his back legs had the speed of a greyhound. And the cock was inside her ass and her son’s cock was doing its best to try and keep up in the adjoining hole although to her it felt like one opening.

Although she tried to keep some control she couldn’t. She finally gave in to the mind blowing sensation that had encompassed her. Like her compatriot she was tied to she started to urge the animal and her son on.

“Yes, you bastards, yes. Yes! Yes!!” She shouted.

“God, mother, this is fantastic!” shouted George. “I’ve got to cum. I’m sorry, I’ve got to cum!” and he did shooting his incestuous spend right up into the womb he had grown as a tadpole. This triggered a spontaneous orgasm from his mother. It was unexpected but welcome and despite the weight of Hump on her back her body shook and her hands grabbed Kate’s.

Joy now could feel Hump’s knot at the door of her ass. Knock knocking on the door of her anal opening already full of a cock to be let in. She could feel George’s cock getting smaller and this was good news for Hump who was desperate to get that knot inside his bitch. He began to slow down his speed but increase the power of his thrusts. It finally worked. The door opened and the knot shot in.

Unlike Kate, Joy did not get off on pain and the shock of the dog’s knot shooting inside the tight opening hurt like nothing she had ever experienced. She wailed like a small baby. However, the cry was suddenly cut off when she climaxed as Hump shot his load of almost scalding doggie sperm deep inside her body.

All this naughtiness was too much for Jane and her son Henry. She grabbed him and pulled him down on the floor on top of her with one instruction, “Fuck me.” He was a very good boy. He obeyed his mother. Joan did not hesitate to follow suit and another mother and son duo were carrying out their incestuous act.

The two bestial couplings had quieted down. The dogs were tied to their bitches and still shooting smaller spurts of cum inside them. Both dogs were panting and looking very pleased with themselves. Their bitches were now kissing one another.

It was a beautiful scene.

Almost like from a Fairy Tale.

*****

Chapter 7

The man, his name was Sid, that was outside the hotel was astonished when told he could come in, wait and his wife had invited him to join her for dinner at The Golden Spinning Wheel restaurant at 6pm.

He first went down to the car park to make sure Grace’s car was still there, it was.

He telephoned his boss to tell him what had happened and what to do next.

His boss told him to keep the appointment but to immobilize her car by puncturing two of the tires. He was to slip one of the pills in her drink. The pill would make her appear drunk and he would escort her out of the restaurant, put her in his car and drive her to the address he had already given.

Sid was a professional wrestler, not too bright, and not too happy about kidnapping a woman, especially putting pills in her drink, but he needed the money. His boss had assured him no harm would come to the woman but she needed to be frightened.

He decided if he could frighten her without the necessity for the pills he would.

He went down to the basement and was relieved to see Grace’s car still there. He waited to make sure no one was around before sidling up to the car with a knife in his hand. He bent down and was about to push the knife into the front tire when a voice stopped him in his tracks.

“What do you think you’re doing?”

He managed to push the knife under the car out of sight before standing up and found there was two serious looking security guards staring at him with stone faces.

“I was examining the make of the tire. I have exactly the same model car and need a new set of wheels and these looked nice,” he replied lamely.

“Be on your way, sir,” one of the guard said.

He moved quickly away his heart beating fast.

“Firestone.”

Sid turned back.

“What?” he said.

“The tires on the car are Firestone, sir,” the second security guard called to him.

Sid noticed the first security guard was talking to someone on his cell phone.

Sid did a disappearing act. He would have been even more concerned if had seen the second guard reach down under Grace’s car and retrieve the knife.

At six pm on the dot Sid was at The Golden Spinning Wheel sitting at a table examining the menu aghast at the outrageous prices. He prayed the bill would be added to Grace’s room charges.

At 6:45pm it was getting obvious Sid would be eating alone something he was not going to do at The Golden Spinning Wheel. He got up, paid for his two beers he had been forced to drink and left. He went to the hotel reception desk and asked the clerk to ring Grace Williams’ room. After a minute he was told there was no answer from the room.

Maureen had been watching Sid for some time and had booked a room for the night at the hotel. She now made her move. She tapped him on the shoulder.

“I believe you are my husband I don’t have,” she said with a sweet smile. “I’m Grace Williams. I met an old friend and I have to apologize for being late for our dinner date but he insisted on feeding me. I hope you ate as I am of course not hungry.”

Sid didn’t know what to say. This woman didn’t look like the female he had seen get into the Ford Explorer but it was from a distance so he let that pass, especially at what she said next.

“I was most distressed to learn from two security guards they had disturbed you in the act of attempting to slash the tires on my car,” she said.

Before he had a chance to protest his innocence, she continued, “The police have the knife you left under my car and I am sure they will find your fingerprints on it. I can call them or we can go up to my room and you can explain why you followed me from my house to here.”

“And if I go to your room the police will be there waiting to arrest me,” he said now very worried.

“Why would they do that when they could have arrested you in the restaurant or even here in the hotel lobby? I can promise you there is no one in my room.” Maureen brushed against him, looking seductive and her voice tender and submissive. She even reached down between his legs with her hand lightly touching his cock through his trousers. “My friend left me wanting a man. He couldn’t stay and satisfy my itch that I have in my pussy. A big itch. And talking of big. You are so big and I expect you have a cock to match. Come up to my room and lets have some fun and I’ll do anything you want. What do you say, big boy.”

Maureen took his arm and led him to the elevators. While they were waiting for one to arrive and when they were inside the elevator he studied the woman. She was late middle aged but still very attractive, face and body. He could tell she kept herself in good shape and there was no denying there was a fair bosom tucked away. Her clothes were smart and her hair tightly in place. There was little make up and she was wearing gloves and mid calf black leather boots with low heels. This was a woman he could slap around a bit. What had started out bad was now looking up. He could smell raw sex on this female and knew she would be a firecracker once he got her on the bed.

The elevator stopped at the eighth floor and it was a short walk along the corridor to her room. She used the key card, opened the door and invited Sid in. He took three paces in and then grabbed her arm intending to fling her onto the bed. Instead he found a heavy knee slam into his testicles, a huge hammer of a blow into his stomach and an upper cut hitting his jaw and he crumpled up partly on the floor and on the side if the bed. Never in his life had he been hit so hard. Even though half unconscious he saw the woman take off her gloves exposing brass knuckle dusters on the fingers of both her hands.

Maureen quickly closed the door and hoped she hadn’t damaged Fred too much. She needed him to talk. She got some water and bathed his face still keeping her brass knuckles.

Sid was strong and he gingerly felt his jaw wondering it it was broken. He was still winded and down below he wondered if he would ever be able to perform again.

Maureen actually admired him. Very few persons would have been able to crawl up onto the bed unaided as Sid had done.

“Who the hell are you?,” he managed to say, “Lara Croft?”

“Your worst nightmare,” she replied. “And what were your instructions to do with me?”

“Kidnap you. Take you to a warehouse to meet my boss. Drop a pill in your drink to make it look like you’re drunk. And frighten you into submission.” Sid tried to laugh at that even though it was painful.

“What’s your name?” She asked him.

“Professionally, Snarling Sid,” He said. “I’m, or was, a wrestler. Real name Sydney Grimm. Divorced. Two kids. Ex-wife has them. Like a country music song. Anything else you want to know?”

“Who employed you?”

“I’m going to give you the address where I am to take you. You’ll meet him. Do you really have to beat it out of me?”

“I have a very good idea who it is. If I leave you here to recover will you give me your word you will not warn him?”

“Sure,” he agreed. “And If I did after saying I wouldn’t?”

“I would kill you,” she said simply, “and you wouldn’t be the first.”

He believed her.

“Call him and tell him you have me,” Maureen ordered. “How far away is the warehouse?”

“About an hour.” He gave her the address.

“Call him in half an hour after I’ve gone. Tell him the dinner was great. I’m a bit tipsy but awake.” She stopped whilst she pondered. She began to have a good feeling about Sid.
“If I’m happy about you and the Gods are pleased with you, I will offer you a job.”

“If it’s my line of work and I don’t have to kill anyone I think I might enjoy working for you.” he said. “One thing. Confirm this for me. You aren’t Grace Williams are you?”

“No.” she said. She paused. Smiled. “No. I’m not. Give me your contact numbers.”

Sid did.

With that she left, but immediately came back.

“This room is paid for until the morning,” she said. “You might like to make use of it and help your recovery.”

“I’ll take you up on that. Thanks.”

Maureen left this time, but what Sid didn’t know was that she had left a minute but powerful listening device. Exactly half an hour later she heard him make the call and tell his now ex employer word for word what she had told him to say. He also added that he was going to leave immediately he had dropped her at the warehouse. He wanted no part in what they were going to do to her. Maureen only heard Sid’s side of the conversation but obviously there was an assurance no real harm was going to be done to Grace but Sid wanted no part of it and hung up.

Maureen found the warehouse straight away thanks to her smartphone app. It was situated in an industrial area of town. There was already people inside she deduced by the truck parked outside. Just then there was movement bringing things from the truck into the warehouse by a number of persons. Because of the darkness Maureen could not determine the number of persons or what was being brought in. There was no name on the truck.

Maureen had to decide what she was going to do. She could go in impersonating Grace or execute the strong arm stuff. But she didn’t know how many people were inside and they probably had weapons. She decided on the impersonation and against taking in a gun. She had her dagger brooch.

Whilst debating, a van draw up. Four men got out, three each handling a dog. The dogs were mean looking Rottweilers and one of the men was the dogs owner, Dave Simmons. Maureen smiled. This was exactly who she thought was Sid’s employer. This gave her more confidence that the kidnapping was part of a blackmail attempt to persuade Grace to take the place of Queen Bitch and become his accomplice in winning the Longest Tie contest. She would soon learn how it was done.

However, she would have to convince Simmons she was Grace and he had seen her up close albeit she had been disguised. She had to hope he hadn’t seen a photo of Grace as they were not facially alike. At least they had similar bodies and height. To make it help she unlocked the secret compartment in her car and brought out the matching silver and black dog collar to Grace. The difference was she had the combination to remove it and her’s bore the initial ‘M’ instead of ‘G’. She doubted whether Simmons would have noticed the initial. She was sure he would have noticed the collar especially as Grace had been brought in onto the stage on a leash. She put the brass knuckle dusters into the compartment and locked it hiding the key. She did the same with her car keys.

Strangely when Maureen placed the dog collar around her neck a feeling of sexual excitement jumped through her body. She tried to shake it off but every time she moved her neck the small plate with the initial touched her body making her aware she was collared.

She took out some makeup and she did some work to her face to make herself look a little like the face Simmons had seen at the Club. She unbuttoned her blouse, slipped up her bra and put make up on her dark aureolas to make them the same color as Grace’s.

She waited another half hour, practicing her voice to sound as much like Grace’s before she got out of the car. She walked quietly up to the warehouse door and slowly turned the handle. She waited until she heard an approaching car, then she suddenly opened the door stumbled in giving a lightning fast back heel to the door slamming it shut and falling into a heap onto the floor.

She looked around the building finding it was full of cardboard boxes except for a large area directly in front of where she had fallen. In this area was a four seater brown leather couch. Behind this was large screens and in front was a large piece of carpeting. Around this were cameras and two boom microphones. It all looked like a small movie set. Sitting on benches were twelve men and Simmons was sitting in a wicker armchair. They had been in heavy discussion when Maureen made her surprising entrance.

One of the men ran to the door, opened it, disappeared outside and came back closing it shaking his head.

“Sid’s gone,” said the man, “I heard a car moving away.”

The dogs had been startled and were barking. Their handlers soon quieted them and they settled down on their rumps eyeing Maureen with more than a little interest.

“Well. Well.” said Simmons. “What have we here?”

Maureen made herself look frightened but defiant too, trying to imitate Grace’s persona.

“Guess?” she said, “But I know who you are.” she pointed at Simmons. “Dave Simmons. And your rotties, Brute, Duke and Lad. If you had called and told me you wanted me to meet with your doggies again I’d have agreed without the need for the theatrics. And tell your human brute I charge for gropes now. Only dogs get it for free.”

Simmons was taken aback but very pleased, and he became the perfect gentleman. He Helped Maureen to her feet, escorted her to the couch and sat down beside her. Maureen blinked and complained about the lights. Simmons took no notice of the complaint and they stayed on.

Simmons put an arm around Maureen and examined her closely.

“I do apologize but I couldn’t afford to take the chance, especially discovering who you really are. Grace Williams, also known as Grace Darling. I understand you are a famous artist. Portraits and landscapes. I intend to buy some of your works.”

“To you I have a special price,” Maureen answered him. “Three times what I normally charge.”

Simmons roared with laughter.

“I like you, Grace. You sound a bit like me.”

“Thankfully only a bit. Presumably you want to make me a proposition to cheat at The Longest Tie. A money deal. No deal. I have plenty of money. And I won’t cheat the owners of the Seven 7’s Club. They have become my friends otherwise I wouldn’t have done it. I did it because I thought it might be fun, it was.”

She got up.

“Now call me a cab so I can go back to my hotel.”

“Sit down,” Simmons ordered.”You aren’t going anywhere. Not until you have completed a piece of business. You don’t think I’ve gone to all this bother for nothing do you? We are going to make a movie and you are the star. This time you are going to make it as you are. No disguise. Back at the club they did a major job on you. I would never have recognized you. They made you a lot younger, too.”

“Not as young as they wanted. A schoolgirl. I looked ridiculous. We opted for the young middle aged.”

Simmons was examining the necklace. “I remember this. But I couldn’t see what the inscription was. An ‘M’? And what does that stand for?”

“Maysa,” she answered, sweetly, “Pretty name, isn’t it? It’s Arabian. It means grace or graceful. Only my close friends are allowed to call me Maysa. You may call me, Grace. I am not going to make your movie, Mr. Dave Simmons. Sorry. Now let me go or I’m calling the police.”

“No you’re not, Grace,” Simmons said with a smile. “You see we have been videoing and audio recording everything you have been saying with my arm around you. We have been smiling and laughing together. What was it you said just now? Play it back, Tony. If you turn around you can see the piece, with a bit more editing we can make it even better.”

The man called Tony played back the piece where she identified Dave Simmons and the rotties and she would have agreed to meet if she had known the dogs would be there

“Damn, you,” Maureen said. “All right. I’ll do it. What do I have to do?”

“Two movies. The first one you are sitting on the couch reading a naughty magazine and playing with your pussy, getting excited. We see it’s a beastie magazine. Then the camera will do a shot of two of the rotties sleeping. We’ll shoot that later. You will call out to them. They will come to you. You will get them to lick your pussy and then you will play with them on the floor. I will need a good suck shot and then you will get on all fours and they will take it in turns to fuck you. Afterwards you will sit back on the couch, stick your fingers inside you and lick the fingers.”

“Very imaginative,” she said dryly, “And the second one?”

“Rape. You are sitting on the couch with Lad cuddling him when three masked men break in. One chains the dog, the two others grab you, knock you about a bit as you fight back. You put up a good fight until the third one knocks you out, they strip you and tie you up. They wake you up with smelling salts. They each take it in turns to fuck you, mouth, pussy and ass. Then all three take you together. All holes filled. Then you are forced to suck Lad’s dick and then he will mount and do you. It will finish with you back on the couch, smiling and cuddling your dog again clothed. It was all a dream.”

“At least that one has a story,” Maureen admitted. “alright, let’s get it over with.”

She would have preferred to have done the second one first but then her stomach gave a jump and she felt her vagina getting wet. It was all because of her recent bout with Akita, it had made her unknowingly want dog sex again. She took a deep breath. She would put on a show for them.

 

The End.