FORCED DOG LOVER
By The Author


Foreword

She strained at the bonds.
Somehow, her dire peril served only to fan the flames of hot passion raging through her
cunt and her breasts and her body and soul.
She couldn't think, all reason having been burned away long ago. Now, she was
nothing but an object of pleasure for... him. A demented psychopath who'd wandered
into her life totally unbidden and somehow managed to open the floodgates on a
passion that had too long been denied and repressed.
And now, her body burning from the welts his belt left over her skin, her cunt tingling
from the fucking he'd given her, she awaited his next move.
What would it be?
She pulled at the stockings that kept her arms and legs immobile, pulled as hard as she
could, knowing that she could freely, safely expend as much energy as she wished on
the nylon bonds – she'd never break free.
And then, she heard him.
Returning. Coming back up the stairs.
Fear cut through Meredith's body... but there was something else as well.
Lust. Blind, mindless lust.
And then, she heard the other sound... the barking of her massive Doberman
watchdog...
In the house... ascending the stairs...
And she knew then what his next step was going to be.
And the juices oozed from her pussy with an even greater intensity than before.
Hurry, she thought desperately to herself.


Chapter 1

On the couch the young girl lies naked, legs spread in an inviting gesture. There is no
question – this woman is inviting it. She craves it, and the heat radiating through her
young body can almost be felt as though one were standing before a bed of glowing
embers.
Heat in the look on her face, heat in the swelling of her breasts, the hint of slickness
coating her thighs...
Heat in the wanton parting of lips, both mouth and cunt, the placement of fingers over
her pubic mound, yet still allowing the moistness of her flesh to show through...
Meredith stood back, studied the pad, closed her eyes, tried to imagine the girl alive,
there in the room...
What was it the girl yearned for?
A man? A hard throbbing cock...? Or was it something softer? A gentle touch of
fingertips, a caressing tongue... a sensual pressing of pubic mounds together... clits
rubbing one over the other?
Yes... that's what the girl desired, thought Meredith as she picked up the pen once
again and applied a bit more crosshatching to her breasts, emphasizing their fullness,
the extremity of their contours.
These were ripe breasts. Heavy breasts, full with passion and lust.
And yet, in her face there was that virginal innocence that some women could manage
to maintain the whole of their lives, no matter what descents into debauchery and
depravation they might effect. Such was the face that greeted Meredith in the mirror, a
young face, perpetually vibrant, one that seemed never to have become burdened with
the shock and horror of reality. One that seemed to always remain untouched...
unscarred...
She closed her eyes.
The heat was growing more and more intense. Raw, unbridled passions were now rising
to the surface of her consciousness, like a churning cauldron. And what demons
awaited release she dared not to guess. This, her art, was an escape, but scarcely
sufficient.
And for the past two weeks the girls had grown more and more lustful, heavier with
passion, till now they fairly vibrated right off the page.
For a year she'd been sketching young girls. She'd started with models, but in the past
two months she'd discovered those perfect images inside her mind, those ideals which
served her far more effectively, and, having at last attained a level of craft that enabled
her to coax them to the tips of her fingers and into her pen, she'd dispensed altogether
with her models and worked purely on the basis of intuition.
And through that channel thus opened now flowed an increasing surge of passion,
passions that she sensed she was unable to control, just as on the page, her girls lay
there all aquiver, fingers trembling as they brought them to clit, cunt slit, nipples...
pinching... pulling, probing...
All were, in some way, Meredith herself. All seethed with the same unsatisfied lust that
so totally defined her own existence.
She felt between her legs now a growing pool of moisture.
It was always there, it never abated. She couldn't control it. At night, peeling her
clothes from her body, she would hold her panties up to the light, see the dark stains of
passion's juices, and she would know that her body was in desperate need.
She once more returned the pen to its stand.
How could one be expected to work under such circumstances? It defied belief.
Rising, she crossed the studio that John had promised her, and which he'd delivered,
good to his word, wishing that her husband had more to give besides physical space, as
if this single room would serve as surrogate for the fullness of a relationship denied her.
It was Saturday, ten AM. John might be awake now, but if so he would probably
already be on the phone.
It would be so easy, simply grab one of his souvenirs machetes from the Orient, break
the door down with a well-placed Karate kick HIIIII-EEEEE!! into the room and
WHACK! WHAM! CRASH! slam the heavy blade right down against that damnable
black box and watch the wires and diodes and condensers and whatever the fuck else
telephones had inside them go springing BOING BOING out into the room.
"But... Meredith... that was Washington!"
"Tough shit, John," swinging the machete menacingly here, just to give him the right
idea, "I've warned you and warned you and now is the time to show you that I don't
fool around."
Oh yes... wouldn't that be a joy?
It wouldn't happen. What would she get if it did? What was she going to do, force his
cock to erection at the point of a blade? Who knows, that might work at that. It was
painfully clear that nothing else did.
The bastard just didn't give enough of a shit about her, that was all. He didn't WANT
to fuck her, and so of course, his body cooperated with his mind, and he COULDN'T
fuck her.
She walked into the bedroom, and, of course, there he was, at it again.
"Al, I'm telling you, stay out of Transmigratory Cosmodyne, at least till the first of the
year. They've been holding up delivery of those micro-widgets since '82 and until they
come through with the product, they're nothing but words on paper. You follow me...?"
Looking up now. "Oh, hey Babe, how's doing, huh?"
Hearty wave, puffing on his cigar, back to the phone. "You wanna hold, Al? I got Jack
on the other line about those bonds we were talking about. Yeah... YEAH, shit, what do
you think? I'll be right back with you. Yeah... hang on... HEY, JACK! Okay buddy,
here we go, I got Al talked out of Cosmodyne, Christ what a thick-headed dumb-ass,
and anyway he's gonna come up with a mil five... yeah... yeah... you got my word,
Jack... okay, look, hang on, I'll see what he says... Al... okay, you gotta put your cash
somewhere or they're gonna take it all away. I'm telling you, these bonds are what you
want, short-term, anyway, keep you outta harm's way, give you a good return... and by
that time Cosmodyne will be one way or the other. That's it... you with us..?"
Meredith walked over and placed her finger on the phone switch.
"What the fuck!? Christ, Meredith what are you doing?"
Jack lunged forward, eyes wide, jaw slack, cigar already burning a hole in the sheets.
"Fucking Christ!"
He reached for her hand, trying to pull it from the phone but she picked it up and
stepped back. "I want to talk to you, Jack."
"What do you mean you want to talk to me? Christ! Fucking idiot! You're ruining a
good deal here!"
He was half forward now, and almost to the point of falling off the bed.
That's when the cigar burned through to this crotch.
"GAAAAAAAAAAAAA!!" he shrieked. His pain was genuine. So passionately evoked.
He sprang forward, landing SPLAT on his face, and Meredith started to laugh.
"What the fuck's gotten into you? What kind of idiocy is THIS?"
Trying to struggle to his feet. No hope, said feet being all tangled with the sheets.
He didn't realize this until he was already half up, however, at which point he once
more lost his balance and splattered forward once more.
He stirred a little bit later, a long moan oozing from his mouth like pus from a running
sore. "You ready to talk, Jack?"
"Meredith, what the hell are you trying to do?"
"Get you to pay attention to me, Jack."
"Whaaa...?"
"You don't notice me, Jack. You have no idea that I'm even here. I'm your wife, Jack. I
want you to treat me like that means something to you."
He raised his head and stared at her. "I thought you were in your studio."
"That's what you'd like, isn't it? That's why you built it for me. You want me to just
vanish into that little room and-"
"It's not that little! And there's a fuck of a view. Christ... what's the problem...
"Meredith..." he moaned, shaking is head. "You're being ridiculous."
"Oh am I? Is it ridiculous for a woman to have needs. Is it ridiculous for a woman to
want her husband to be a man... to treat her like he was a man? What's wrong with
you, Jack? You use that phone like it was a cunt. You're always making love to your
phone, why not try some of the real thing for a change. Might make a new man out of
you."
He said, "If you're trying to humiliate me, I grant you success. It's a cheap shot, but
that seems to be what you excel in."
He finally managed to pull himself loose from the sheets. Meredith still hand her finger
depressing the phone switch. It began to ring. "That's Al... I gotta talk to him. Release
the fucker, would ya?"
She said, "Why, certainly, Jack," and with a violent lunge ripped the wire from the wall.
Then she smashed the body of the phone against the opposite wall, ripping the receiver
from her husband's hands as she did so.
"Mother fuck," muttered Jack. "You're crazy. You're out of your mind."
"Wrong. I'm horny, which is a lot different, Jack. Might look the same, but the cause,
and cure, is much different. You wanna give it a shot?"
She unzipped her shorts and peeled them down her firm hips.
Standing before him in her panties, a thin strip of sheer white between the deep tan of
her belly and her thighs, she said, "Come on, Jack, be a man. Be a man for a change."
"Meredith, you don't have to keep hurling insults at me, I already know my failings.
You seem to think I'm proud of them. I'm not. But there's nothing I can do about it-"
"OH BULLSHIT!! You just use that as an excuse to ignore me. You bury yourself in
your work and you don't care one way or the other what happens to me."
She stepped closer to him now... hands akimbo, hips jutting forward defiantly. "Come
on... give it a shot. I'm worth the effort."
There was a look of fear in his face now.
She wouldn't have done this to him except that she was utterly devastated suddenly,
beyond control, unable to keep the tide of passions back any longer.
Closer... closer... closer...
Her pussy was now about two inches from his face.
His bottom lip trembled slightly. "Afraid?" she asked, taunting him. "Do I frighten the
little boy? Is a real live woman something that the big money-maker can't cope with?
You enjoy figures... except my own figure seems to get under your skin in an entirely
different way. Doesn't it, Jack?"
"M-Meredith... there's something you should know."
"Fuck me. Yes or no. That's all I need to know."
"Meredith..."
She pushed her hips against his mouth now. "Fuck me!" she said, almost gasping the
words now. "Damn you, you sonofabitch, fuck me!" She ripped the material aside from
off her cunt slit and pushed the moist lips into his face. Her slit opened, the
membranes, all slick and oily, spread across his mouth and nose.
He gasped, shocked. She too was a bit taken aback by her bold moves. She'd never
done anything like this before in her life.
She felt the rough stubble of his beard cross over her clit, and something that ordinarily
would have been excruciatingly painful now became the opening maneuver in a dance
of ecstasy, wherein the only goal seemed to be the accumulation of pleasure. Quantity,
not quality.
She jammed her hips harder against him. "Do something, for Chrissake! Even if it's
stupid and clumsy! It won't surprise me. Just do SOMETHING!!"
And so he did something, he slid his tongue up through her cunt slit, hard, fast, licking
over her clit, pressing the tip against her cunt hole then and letting the full length slide
into her cunt hole.
"YES!" she screamed. "God... yes... yes... yes..."
Her body turned at once to pure liquid motion, all muscles activated at once.
Hips rolling now, she pulled her shirt over her head and cast it aside, a naked goddess
towering over her trembling slave. Fuck it, if she had to turn into whip mistress for a
day, so be it. She's do whatever it took to feel her body responding again.
There was just so much you could accomplish with your fingers, and then you needed
to do more... to receive more... to have someone else participating. Sex was never meant
to be a physical version of solitaire.
She spread her legs, slowly bending them at the knees as she lowered her hips more
and more firmly against his face.
He leaned backwards as she approached.
She finally had him on his back, face looking straight up. Her legs opened to either side
of his face, the gaping hot slit of her pussy pressed directly down onto his head,
threatening to smother him.
He kept a wide-eyed look of astonishment on his face, as though he had no idea how to
cope with this wild-woman who had suddenly invaded his placid, sterile existence.
She pushed her cunt against his mouth, hard, reaching back at the same time for his
cock.
It was, surprisingly, getting stiff. "How about that," she said. "I knew you had it in you,
Jack."
Trouble was, he really didn't have it in him, and she knew it.
The man had no sex drive, and if she was going to get anything out of him, it was
going to have to be with some kind of artificial help.
She wrapped her thumb and forefinger around the base of the shaft.
She started to squeeze.
"How's that feel...?" she asked.
He moaned.
She took that to be a sign of approval. Or pleasure (you never could tell if people like
Jack actually approved or not of pleasure.).
She squeezed harder, pushing the ring of her thumb and forefinger up a little on the
shaft.
Then she moved back down, pushed up a little once more, pushed back down...
Each movement up had the effect of pushing more and more blood into the shaft, and
as she kept the pressure on his cock firm and strong, the blood remained there. Filling
the shaft, the soft spongy tissues at the center, all of which swelled and the shaft itself
began to stiffen.
She had the equivalent of a cock ring at the base of his shaft, but the problem as
keeping it there. She had other uses for her hands and there was no way that she could
properly get fucked if she was responsible for keeping a firm grip on his thing.
She reached to her head and pulled one of her elastic hair bands off. It was a rubber
band with an elastic insulating coat on the outside to keep it from pulling the hair.
She halved the loop and then stretched it, slipped it over the head of his cock and
began to slowly work it down the side... until it reached the base of the shaft.
She snapped her fingers away from it, letting it bite into the surface of his cock shaft.
He screamed
"Christ!!! What the hell are you doing?"
She said, "Shut up, Jack. You're mine now, and while I've got you I'm going to put you
through your paces, and there's nothing you can do to escape."
She squeezed his cock again. "Ah... that's more like it," she said. "That's the way a
cock's supposed to feel."
It was like marble.
She moved down his body now until her cunt was directly above his cock.
He stared up at her with a helpless expression on his face. "Meredith... don't..."
"Shut up, Jack. You're not getting out of this one."
She worked his cock up and down her slit. He seemed to be distraught, but there was
one thing he was NOT going to do and she knew it to be so because she knew her
husband.
Once the sensations started to roll through his cock he would want them to keep
coming.
For all his sterility, he was a very self-indulgent man who loved feeling good, and if she
could just approximate that state in him, then there wouldn't be any trouble, no further
problems.
The trick was in the approximation.
He lay there inert while she prepared his cock for her cunt.
Working the head up and down her slit, focusing first on her clit, she later moved the
position a little farther down to the cunt hole rim itself, worked it around, and around,
and around...
Pushed her hips against the shaft... harder... harder... harder...
"Oh... God..." she gasped. She knew that even if he came right away, it wouldn't matter.
His cock wasn't going anywhere. The thing would remain stiff till the millennium
unless she removed the rubber band. That as something she was not going to do. Not
until she'd gotten her fill.
Jack was now remarkably passive.
He lay there letting her force his cock deeper and deeper into her cunt.
The walls spread aside, her juices flowed down from her inner depths and coated the
surface of his now poundingly stiff shaft.
Harder and harder thumped her heart inside her breast.
The blood surged through her body, adrenalin filtered through her entire system,
covering her completely with a kind of radiant tension that was at once pleasurable, and
also unfulfilling, demanding, as it did, something more. Something beyond.
She sank all the way down on him.
"Jack... it's so good... you're cock feels so good..."
He said nothing.
She didn't care.
She started to move her hips against his body now.
At the same time she brought her fingertips to her cunt slit and pressed them all against
her clit.
And she became one of her girls, one of the girls in the pictures that she'd been
drawing, touching herself, craving physical sensation, physical release...
Was it really such a terrible thing, to want fulfillment?
No. It wasn't.
She moved against him with more and more force now.
He had yet to respond in any way at all.
She pulled her cunt all the way to the tip of his cock, press backwards with only a scant
amount of pressure and let his glans rest right in the opening itself.
He said nothing.
His eyes were closed, however, suggesting that at the very least he was allowing himself
to be transported... transformed.
She pulled up again, pushing back down with all her weight.
"Christ," he moaned.
"Shhhh," she said, scornfully. "You're loving this, aren't you? I know you are. You're
just making a lot of noise, but you don't really mean it."
He said nothing, but the look on his face communicated much.
She was past worrying about him however. He'd left her barren and neglected for too
long.
Having him in this position was more than she could believe.
It was delicious. Wonderful.
She moved harder.
Her cunt was on fire.
Her body was soaring.
Up... down... up... down...
Driving his cock all the way to the back of her cunt wall, stretching it wildly, madly,
insanely.
Christ, how dare he keep this cock from her like this? How dare he make her beg,
crawl, make her cry and plead...?
She smashed her cunt down on top of him now.
Forced his cock to split her totally, to completely divide her body.
"Yes... yes... yes... oh yes..."
Up... down... in... out... over and over and over again...
Heat building... heat radiating outwards, filling her body as if born of a flaming sun,
heat and light permeating her soul, charging her, overwhelming her...
"Oh... God... yes... oh GOD YESSSS!!"
And she was coming. Her hips rolled against his cock faster and faster. From the mouth
of the shaft she felt his jism spurting now, and she knew that he was with her, that her
passion had charged his, forcing him to come, whether he wanted to or not.
How strange, that such a thing could actually be contemplated, that he might not want
to come.
The juices overflowed the mouth of her cunt, his cock remained utterly hard, she fell
away from the peak of her orgasm and then she started once again to soar for the
heights of arousal.
He lay there without expression now, blank, drained of all response.
She worked herself back to a second orgasm, and then a third.
Yes! Fuck me, you bastard, and if you can't do it on your own, I'll do it for you! I'll play
man AND woman, if need be.
A fourth orgasm tickled at the edges of her consciousness now, and she sensed that if
she was able to cross that line, she'd be able to fall into that stuttering, spasming series
of uncontrollable orgasmic fury, one producing the next without end, a state she'd
never felt in her life.
She pumped harder, damning him with her cunt on every thrust.
He was helpless, a mere tool now to the furthering of her aims and needs.
Closer... closer... closer... chewing him up with her cunt... eating him alive.
Closer...
"Oh..." she cried, "oh... oh... oh..."
And then something happened. Something at the base of her brain took root and grew,
filling her entire mind within seconds, a sensation so strong as to take on physical
dimension!
And light coated her thoughts, blocking them, obliterating them.
Her body dissolved , turning into light.
Her muscles, spasming, produced nothing more than tension, hard, driving tension, all
of which turned into the most delicious sensations she'd ever felt in her life.
Orgasm blended into orgasm, each one as hard as the previous, each one keeping her at
the peak of sensation and arousal.
How long? She couldn't have said.
She only knew that, eventually, her mind returned to some semblance of normalcy, her
body slowly seemed to reform its ordinary contours, and the insane buzzing in her head
abated, like the tide rolling back.
She was drained. She was totally exhausted.
She raised herself up now, looked into Jack's eyes. He regarded her with something
akin to contempt, though it wasn't that simple.
She pulled off his cock, reached down to the elastic band and began to pull it back up
his cock.
It had bitten deeply into the surface of his cock, digging a groove that might never
come out from the feel of it.
He said nothing, but as she started to pull the band back up his cock he winced from
time to time, mostly due to hairs being pulled. It was off. His cock wilted at once.
He sat up. "Are you finished?" he said.
His voice could have chilled a dwarf star. She looked at him, close, trying to understand
him. "You're not very human, are you?"
He said, "I suppose not, by your standards." He stood, legs a little shaky, and went into
the bathroom.
Later that day he packed and said he was leaving and didn't know if he would be back
or not.
She found herself in a new house, alone, but for their large Doberman pincer that they
kept in the back yard.
The move out here to the suburbs had once been seen as a renewal. Now she
understood it for what it truly was. A death. Her death. The death of their
relationship...
But of course, Jack himself had already died a long time earlier. She'd just been slow
catching up with him.


Chapter 2

"Doctor," said the woman, impatiently, "aren't you being a bit hasty?"
The doctor peered over his glasses at the young woman, radiant and so confident in her
knowledge and learning. A doctor as well, she nonetheless lacked his insight, his
intuition, the 'second-sense' that comes from a lifetime of working with the mentally
disturbed.
"Dr. Corby, you must try to put aside logic and reason. I've told you, they'll do you
little good here."
"Doctor," she started again, exasperated, but he held up his hand.
"You feel that he is calculating?"
"Of course! That might be a disturbed patient, but he's by no means stupid! He knows
exactly what he's doing,, and he's good at producing effects."
"You imply that he perhaps is running me through HIS maze? Studying me?"
"Doctor, he's smart. He's been through it all before. He knows how to make us think
whatever he wants us to think, because he knows what we're looking for."
"Again, you assume logic and reason. You project into your patient what you perceive
in yourself, a most regrettable flaw, though one which you can sure be forgiven,
considering your inexperience."
"Doctor, it is YOUR flaws which I question, and I fear the source is precisely what you
choose to call your experience. You've become so accustomed to a certain mode of
behavior that you unconsciously force all patients into that model, even when they
clearly don't fit it."
"The patient doesn't fit my model, eh? So you provide a model."
"Calculated behavior, with clear-cut goals in mind. He wants more freedom, because
he's planning an escape."
"Nonsense. He's harmless. I've worked with him for a year. I've gotten to the root of a
good many of his troubles. We've been through a vast geography of interior landscape,
and he's emerged a better man for it. I simply feel that he needs the acknowledgement
for a job well-done. He needs to have his self-image enhanced as much as possible."
"What about Rosalita Mendoza?"
The doctor's face remained impassive. "What is the point of-?"
"Doctor, he sliced off BOTH her breasts..."
"I'm familiar with the case... please. The man was not responsible."
She slapped her palm against the table.
"Dr. Corby," he said. "Politics has no place in the practice of medicine."
"POLITICS!!?"
"You take a blatantly feminist approach. I suppose your suggestion is to castrate him?"
"Of course not! It would accomplish nothing. Neither do I feel that setting him loose in
a must less restricted environment is productive."
"Your opinion has been noted. I will remove you from the case if you request it."
"Absolutely not!"
He smiled. "Feel you're the lone bulwark protecting civilization from a dangerous
lunatic, eh?"
"You're being condescending and patronizing and you can stop it right now."
"Oh, come now, Doctor, loosen up."
She stared at him, saying nothing.

* * *

Susanna Corby peered through the one way glass before entering the room.
He sat there, calmly drumming the table. Samuel Teague, big man, big hands, face like
a mule kicked it twenty or thirty times.
He appeared totally at ease with himself.
She wondered how it was possible. How a brutally blunt murderer like that could ever
be calm. Not because of guilt, of course, for guilt was beyond them, as were most
emotions. But simply due to the energy that drove them to such extremes in the first
place.
She held her breath and walked into the room, sub-consciously fearing, perhaps, that
she might contract what he had if she breathed.
Or what Rosalita Mendoza contracted.
He smiled when he saw her approaching.
"Hello, Dr. Corby," he said. "You certainly look nice today."
"Thank you, Samuel," she said to him, stiffly. She sat down across from him, alone with
a man who'd demonstrated over and over again that he enjoyed dismembering women.
Only the absence of a death penalty and a liberal DA had sent him here, to the Ruteger
Hospital for the Criminally Insane, for observation, testing... and, God forbid, possible
cure. That was the unspoken boogie in a place like this... what happened if you cured
one of them? You put them back on the street? What if they weren't cured? What if
you were kidding yourself... the way she was convinced her superior was?
She said, "Samuel-"
"Sammy. Call me Sammy. I'd like us to be friends."
She smiled. "Okay, Sammy, there are a few things we need to go over here, before they
moved you down to D Ward. You were informed of the move, weren't you?"
Shit! What kind of jack-assed dumb-fuck uptight cunt question was that? Course he
was sure. The fuck she thought he was, anyway?
"Yes Ma'am," he said.
Eyes right on her s, not from one to the other, right in the center. You do that to
someone, they get all freaked out, can't figure how you're looking 'em so directly in the
eye.
He focused right in on the bridge of her nose, right between those sweet baby-blues.
And sure enough, after about thirty-seconds, she started to avert her gaze.
Once that happened, you had 'em licked. It was the same as drawing a line and then
chickening out when it came time to cross it. Of course, the beautiful thing was, they
never knew that just looking away was the same as giving up and rolling over and
playing dead, and so they'd keep on talking, like they still had bargaining power or
something, never having the faintest idea that it was all over, that you weren't gonna
budge an inch unless you wanted, and you were gonna call all the shots in between.
She asked him some routine questions which he answered with the routine bullshit.
"Oh yes Ma'am, feeling good. Feeling pretty good. You know, I wake up and I don't
have that knot in my guts no more. You remember that knot I was talking about
before? Don't you?"
She said, "Yes... I do. You're losing your anxieties?"
"Yes Ma'am," he said, smiling, thinking about how she'd look with her hair spread over
a pillow, a gag in her mouth to keep her from screaming...
Oh SHIT, run that cock of his up her cunt, spread her lips, fuck her eyes out... then...
and then...
OH FUCK! Gotta cut that crap out.
Nothing worse than getting the blood up like that, sometimes it wouldn't go back down
and that was the last thing he needed right now.
He smiled again.
"Is everything all right?" she asked.
Inside his head a marching band was crossing from right to left.
He felt every single footfall on the surface of his brain. None of the musicians were
playing the same tune. It was like traffic when the street lights go out.
He smiled.
"Yes Ma'am," he said, sweetly. "I'm just fine. I'm looking forward to mixing with some
of the others here, I can tell you that."
He felt his cock getting hard.

* * *

Jack had stayed away for three days and then came home, said nothing, munched on
leftovers in the icebox and climbed into bed with Meredith that night.
She was too tired to ask either where he'd been or why he'd come back.
That night, however, she dreamed.
A strange dream, not the surreal landscape that allows one to say, "Ah, right... a
dream."
No, this dream was her in her own bed, at night... it could have been real, except that
she looked to her left and there was a stranger beside her.
Freudian implications aside, she felt frightened.
It was dark, late at night. Outside the wind howled.
And inside her body, the fire burned.
She needed release, immediately. Never in her life had she felt such intense heat.
Her pussy was wet, her clit was hard and throbbing.
Her fingers ached to go to it now, to stroke it, to raise it harder, higher, stroke it to
aching attention and stroke it further,! until it blasted her over the edge of the abyss!
But she couldn't.
There was a stranger beside her, someone who wouldn't understand. Someone she
dared not awaken. For now he slumbered, but should he awaken...
She lay there, motionless. The itching in her clit spread to her entire cunt. Pressing her
thighs together, she felt the slipperiness of her lips rubbing one over the other.
And in the center, like a chip of radioactive metal, glowing, showering her body with its
rays, her clit throbbed and pulsed and, despite her fears, she moved her fingers to it,
touched it, pressed the material of her pajamas against it, rubbed over it...
Her body responded. Violent surges of energy raced through her now.
Her muscles began to quiver.
Her nerves all held at a state of full attention. Quivering... spasming... sizzling.
She kept the rubbing motion up for as long as she could stand it.
She felt the pressure from her fingers... she felt the movements of her inner tissues as
muscles all up and down the inside of her cunt chamber clenched and constricted.
It kept up.
She pushed her fingers more deeply into her cunt now. She sensed the coiled force of
the slumbering being beside her. She felt the presence of some alien mentality, a primal
force, one that would not yield to logic.
She pushed her fingers deeper into her cunt, opening her cunt hole, pressing harder
and harder, finally pushing the material away altogether, sliding fingers against raw,
slippery cunt tissues.
Her hole opened willingly.
She filled it with her fingers.
She spread her fingers apart, farther and farther.
She churned her hand inside her cunt hole.
Wet sounds accompanied her every move. Wet, gentle slapping sounds. Squishing
sounds.
She pushed harder.
Her body was alive now in every single cell, all seemingly expanding.
She wanted to cry out. Was convinced she'd explode if she kept silent much longer.
But she held back. She had to. The being beside her stirred, and in that instant she
caught a glimmer of thought, something so utterly alien, so completely unlike anything
she'd ever experienced, she couldn't comprehend it.
It left her cold, however, as though someone had touched her warm skin with a cold
steel blade.
She waited till he was silent, then began to stroke her cunt again... harder this time,
positioning her thumb so that as she jammed her forefinger into her cunt hole, she was
able to stroke her clit with her thumb.
Her breathing came more erratically.
Her arms jerked, her hips began to thrash about on the bed, sending vibrations through
the springs.
And then, he stirred again, and there was a sound, and he was awake, and he rolled
over, and he pulled her arm away from her pussy and climbed on top of her himself.
The heaviness of his body pressed down on her.
He was hairy, a hairy chest rubbing over her naked, smooth breasts.
Her nipples, stimulated by the kinky hair on his chest, rapidly turned hard and erect.
He found her cunt easily, quickly.
He pushed his cock against it and she could tell at once that it was a sturdy, solid tool,
huge, thick... just what she'd always wanted.
But what manner of mind was driving it?
She kept catching glimmers of thought, projected through astral space, filtering past her
conscious censors.
Thoughts that suggested raw passion, utterly untouched, unmodified by human
thought.
A mind that had never known logic. A mind chaotic as a broken mirror.
This was the mind that drove the cock that split the lips of Meredith's cunt.
This 'was the mind that was behind the sensations welling up now from the base of her
cunt, rising into her brain, flooding her mind with a heat and an energy that was far
more intense than any she'd ever known before in her life.
His cock plowed deeply into her.
Pulled back out.
Plowed deeply into her again.
Pulled back out.
He jabbed her. Hard. Violent, almost. Jabs that were cruel and seemed more like
attacks. Jabbing thrusts with his cock that made her think of knives, of blades gleaming
in moonlight, of skin ripped open and blood pouring onto the ground.
He used his cock like a weapon. Aggressively. As though trying to open her up more
than she already was.
It hurt now. He reached for her tits, closed his fingers around them, squeezed hard,
digging them as deeply into her flesh as he could without puncturing the ripe fleshy
mounds.
She cried out.
She screamed, actually, but while the pain was intense, it was a scream of release, a
scream of... pleasure, almost...
His cock was changing.
Swelling, scraping over her... as if barbs were forming.
Pulling out harder now, jamming back in... pulling out, each stroke an agony of body
and mind, a co-mingling of pain and pleasure that left her with no sure coordinates, no
accurate measure of her place n the universe.. Her world was one of contradictory
sensations, and as such, beyond reason and understanding.
His fingers clawed up her breasts now, all the way to the nipples at the tip of each firm
mound.
She shivered. She shuddered.
She cried out again, feeling pressure build around each of her nipples.
My God! Would he pull them off?
That strange cock pounded more forcefully now, seeming to pick up speed, seeming to
shift into high gear, a kind of overdrive.
And the surface felt more and more coarse.
As though sandpaper were coating the shaft.
"Jesus," she cried, "oh God... pull them. Hard."
She heard herself say it, she heard herself voice the words, but were they the true
expression of her mind's desire?
It might well be so. The fingers tightened around her nipples now, pulling on them
more harshly than anything she could remember in her past experience.
Twisting them, just the nipples at first, then moving down to the full mounds of flesh
and twisting them as well. Hard. Pulling and hurting her, on purpose.
And yet the pain was not unbearable. There was a savagery, true, a painful, animalistic
brute force that rolled over her with machine-like precision, but the pain was an
intensity that had long been lacking in her life, and as such, she found it a joyous
reaffirmation of her existence, her humanity.
She was alive!
She could feel!
Yes! Throw off the shackles, break the chains!
Reignite the centers of feeling, revitalize the centers of expression...
"Oh... God... God... GOD GOD GOD!!"
Screaming... sinking into an abyss of sensation, pure and raw and totally physical.
More transformations now...
The man's fingernails... Christ! How could it be? They were sharper, digging over her
flesh, sharp, terribly sharp! Like razor blades... like sharp razors, slicing her breasts,
shredding them...!!!
And his breath, falling hot against her neck. His tongue, licking over her now, his
teeth...
His body turning more and more hirsute. Legs pressing against her hips... cock
pumping...
"God help me," she cried out, "it's... it's... not a man!"
And she was awake, and she was listening... and there was an intense racket outside.
"Wha-?" she muttered, "what's going on? Why's Duke barking?"
"Don't know," her husband said, sleepily. "If it keeps up... I'll check it out... or
something."
The dog was incensed, for some reason.
The barking continued... and then, finally, stopped.
Jack remained motionless beside her.
The dream echoed back and forth against the inside of her skull.
A stranger was indeed beside her, but not one to take her, ravish her. Not one to turn
an animal-like passion on her body and savage her...
God she craved it.
She rose from the bed and walked over to the window and looked out.
The beast roamed the yard, impatient, almost panther-like. A huge dog, Jack's, though
he seldom paid him any attention. Aloof, not a people dog, but the perfect guard
because of it.
"What the fuck do I want?" Jack had said once when Meredith pointed out how
unfriendly Duke was, "Some dumb mutt's gonna go up and lick the hand of every thief
wanders over the fence? Nah, keep him a little mean. It'll keep other people a lot more
honest."
Honesty was not what crossed Meredith's thoughts at that moment.
She focused instead on that final scene of her dream, one triggered, perhaps, by Duke's
violent barking.
Her cunt tingled and her body ached and the words she'd screamed remained in her
mind, lacking cause, understanding, simply hanging there, undisputable as a landmark,
enigmatic as a sphinx.
She walked into the bathroom, closed the door, sat on the toilet seat, spread her legs
and, closing her eyes (even though it was already dark) plunged her fingers at her cunt.
This time it was for real, though the intensity of sensation was no less than what she'd
experienced in her dream.
But there would be no cock this time, human or otherwise.
She was once more alone, left to her own devices to satisfy herself, and while she'd
grown proficient at it, the results were less than satisfactory.
Her fingernail she now scraped directly over the surface of her clit.
One long, lingering movement.
Her body jerked.
She slipped fingers up into her pussy, then returned to her clit.
Once more her body spasmed, wildly, viciously.
She clawed at it more ferociously now, bringing another finger into the action.
Hips shuddered and legs spasmed involuntarily.
Still she worked the sharp edges of both fingernails back and forth over the surface of
her clit again and again, relentlessly, ruthlessly... harder... faster, digging deeper now...
still faster...
Clawing, pawing, scraping...
She sucked in a deep breath, held it, let her body explode and she rocked silently on the
toilet seat.
For an infinity...
And then she came back, and for just a moment, wished that it were not the case.
Anything would be preferable to this death in a hothouse... asphyxiation by stagnation.
Her mind was a blank now, no thought, nothing. She rose, returned to the bed with its
stranger and she fell asleep, wondering if there might not be a way out.
Sammy Teague taught the dog to roll over and sit up in about an hour.
"I've never seen anything like it, Doctor," said Susanna Corby. "It was a little puppy
that came with a family on visitation day, Sammy saw the thing wandering around the
lobby and just started to talk to it, and by the time they were ready to leave he was
teaching their little boy how to put it through its paces."
The old man nodded, smiling impishly. "And now do you doubt that my assessment of
the man was correct?"
"I must admit, he's behaved contrary to all my predictions."
"But Dr. Corby, that's not what I want to hear. You should know that. I want you to
say, 'Yes, Doctor, you were right.' "
Susanna paused, uncertain if he was serious or not, realized that of course he was
serious, and said, 'You were right, Doctor, and I was wrong."
"Nope. You weren't. You were following established, conventional wisdom. It's just that
you need more, if you want to have a chance of separating the real losers from the ones
with hope."
"I can't argue with you. But it's the most amazing turnaround I've ever seen. His profile
itself is actually changing. His manual dexterity is improving, his association reflex has
taken a marked turn upwards as well."
The wise doctor just smiled.
"Well, Dr. Corby, I'm glad you've seen the light. I think you're going to be a splendid
therapist, and I'm quite glad to have you on my team."
There was one thing that the gentle Dr. Corby omitted from her discussion.
She feared that she was falling in love with the patient in question.

* * *

The trouble with Meredith, and this was something she knew all too well, was that
she'd led a violent, though active life before marrying Jack, and, after a torrid three
month honeymoon, during which it seemed that his cock would never get soft, and
never come out of her cunt, it had done both those things, like maybe he had a finite
quantity of passion in him and she'd tapped him dry long before either of them had
been looking for it to happen.
She'd wanted to change.
She was happy to settle down with him, to support him in his career, said career
presenting her no obstacle in the pursuit of her own artistic ambitions...
She'd tried to become conventional...
It was beyond her... and she knew it... and in her darker moments, and in her moments
of solitude, she knew why.
There had been too much... too many varied lovers, too many kinky relationships...
She had a lust that had somehow been ignited when she'd been a very young girl, and
it had never been quenched since then...
The trouble with Jack was he was competing with a dead man, and in a role in which
he didn't stand a chance.
Meredith's father was the vast male presence in her life, one who'd loomed like a
colossus spanning her early years, and now, a decade after his death and after she'd left
home in violence and anger... swearing never to speak to him again... a threat she made
good on... his ghost remained, and it was this ghost with whom Jack competed, as
Meredith tried in vain to purge him from her system.
He'd been a forceful father...
A dominant father...
A strict disciplinarian...
A man who'd taught her everything she knew about physical sensation...
She thought of him now... and her hands would still tremble...
As would her pussy...
God! It had been so long ago! Would the memories and the reactions never fade?


Chapter 3

"Talk to her! I can't do a thing with her! She's been a positive hellion today, and I can't
stand it any more."
Meredith, hiding under the stairs, listened to her mother deliver the threatened message
of doom to her father.
She shivered, legs knocking together, and as she crouched there, praying, hoping
against hope that he wouldn't care this time, that he'd be too tired, she felt the warmth
flooding her crotch, and she knew that she'd just wet her pants. And that would be
worse.. infinitely worse, should he discover!
"Come on... come on out."
Oh God... he'd found her immediately. He'd known, he'd known right where to look.
She crept out and stood before him as he towered over her.
"What's your problem, Meredith? Why do you have to be such a rotten kid?"
"I'm not, Daddy, I didn't do anything," she said.
"Yeah? That's not what I hear. Come on... let's go."
She started to cry. "Daddy... please..."
"MOVE!"
She jumped, and she jerked, and before she knew what was happening, his hand was
against her back, propelling her through the murky corridors of the house, towards his
bedroom, and she knew what would happen then. It had happened before... and she
dreaded it.
He closed the door. Her mother would remain downstairs, not wanting to know, not
wanting anything to do with it. Her father was completely in charge, and he answered
to no one.
"Daddy, please... can I explain...?"
A twelve-year-old girl is too big to spank. That's what she wanted to tell him. But she
didn't know how to do it. She didn't know anyone else her age who still got spanked
like this. He stood there, saying nothing, just staring at her.
Suddenly, for some reason, she became highly conscious of the new bra that her mother
had made her wear.
"Lord," she'd said, the last time they'd gone shopping, "you've already outgrown two.
Someone slipping fertilizer in your lunches at school?"
Her body humiliated her, primarily because she understood so little about it.
"You know what to do," he said.
"Daddy...?" she pleaded, crying now.
He stood there. "We'll stay here all night, if necessary."
Her tears flowed hot and fast down her cheeks now. She brought her fingers to the
buttons on her blouse and slowly began to unbutton them, a pit forming in her
stomach that grew as more and more of her young tender body was exposed. She
glanced down and saw that the lace cups of her bra were in plain sight. Would he make
her take her bra off too?
Her blouse hung open now. She pulled it out of her skirt and finished unbuttoning it,
then let her arms fall to the side and she stood there, saying nothing.
"Go on," he said, calm, unhurried. He wasn't kidding. He had all night, and he'd
prolong it just as much as he possibly could too.
She pulled her blouse off, refusing to look at him.
He said, "Keep going.
"But..."
"Don't you argue with me, girl. I'm not in any mood to put up with it."
She looked down. Skirt or bra. Those were her options. Neither was acceptable.
"Let's start with your bra."
"Why?"
"Because I said so, and if you give me any more guff I'm gonna beat you twice as hard."
She started to cry again. "Please... please..." she begged. He said nothing.
He simply looked at her... stared hard, those eyes boring through her.
And she released the cups of her bra then, letting them fall to the side, her fresh, ripe
breasts spilling out of them, already large enough to bounce and jiggle on their own.
She felt her cheeks flaming now from humiliation.
"Now your skirt," he said.
"No... I... I won't."
"Then you're gonna force me to do it for you, and I'll be a damn sight more rough with
it than you will."
She hated him. Loathing black and dark flowed through her veins. But she forced her
fingers to the snap on the side of her skirt, she unbuttoned it, pulled the zipper down
and let the material fall on its own to the floor.
Her near-naked body shivered from the coolness of the bedroom. The house was drafty
and she felt as though every current now wafted over the surface of her bare flesh.
He said, "Your shoes and socks. Move along."
Still calm. Still unhurried. She stared at him, noticed that once again there was a huge
bulge in his crotch.
She knew more about boys now. She knew something about what was behind that
bulge, maybe she even suspected that she herself was the reason, though that was too
nebulous a concept for her to deal with.
She kicked her shoes off... then peeled her socks off, and sat on the bed, waiting.
He said, "Turn over."
"Daddy... please don't do this. I'm too old to spank."
He said, "Girl, I want you to know something. As long as you live under my roof,
you're not too old to spank. I'll spank you anytime you need it, you hear me? I'll do it
because it's my right as your father, and by God, don't you dare to tell me I can't
exercise my rights."
She said nothing.
He was wrong, and she knew he'd never understand how wrong he was. But she knew
that there was nothing she could do to stop him... to tell him he was wrong. He could,
in fact, do whatever he chose to do.
She rolled over onto her stomach.
"Climb up onto the bed there. All the way, and stick your butt up into the air."
She did so. Her body raised up, her breasts fell forward. The light in the room was on,
and as she looked between her legs she could see him studying her body from all
angles, lingering over her cunt, her ass cheeks, her tits...
He unbuckled his belt, moving slowly, as if a movie running at half-speed.
He unthreaded the thick leather strap from the loops of his trousers and then, holding
the heavy metal buckle in his right hand, he slowly wrapped the leather around his
palm.
He left approximately a foot and a half. He swung it through the air, it made a sharp
whistling sound, and then he smacked it against his thigh and it cracked with an ugly
bite.
She shuddered, as though it was her body that had been struck.
He moved forward... and then he said, "My my my, what have we here? What in the
world have you done to yourself, girl?"
He reached out and laid his hand against her panties, and the wetness pressed against
her skin.
He said, "You went and wet your panties, didn't you?"
Meredith was crying again. He said, "I'm shocked. A girl in the sixth grade, and you're
still wetting your panties. You should be ashamed of yourself, girl. You surely should."
He touched his fingers to the material again. Then he said, "Tell me something."
She waited, the pit in her stomach now expanded to the size of her entire body. She felt
as though she were about to cease to exist. "You still gotta go?"
Truth of it was, she did indeed. As soon as she'd become aware of what was happening
she'd cut off the flow, but by now, it felt to her like her bladder was gonna blow up.
She said nothing.
"Answer me, girl. You still gotta go?"
She said, "Yes..." in a small voice.
He smiled, the smile coming on slow, but looking like it was gonna stay a while.
Then he said, "Stand up, girl. Stand up right now."
She rolled over onto her side, then set her feet on the floor and stood up.
He said, "You come with me."
He led her into the bathroom adjoining their bedroom and stood her in the bathtub.
"Now... you go ahead and go. Go on, you wanna wet your panties, you do a good job.
Go to it."
Meredith was beyond speech. She couldn't comprehend that this was actually
happening to her. It was unthinkable... and so, she could form no concept in her mind
that would sufficiently encompass it.
"Go on. Piss in your pants."
She closed her eyes, never wanting to open them again. He said, "You piss, or I'll beat
till you do."
She relaxed her bladder then.
And the warm golden flow eased out of her pussy, flooding the material of her panties.
It quickly was absorbed by the material, and the overflow streamed down her legs in a
yellow river.
He chuckled. "That's better. If you're gonna be a little baby there's no point in doing it
half-assed, is there?"
She said nothing. Her mind was a total blank, all thought burned away by the flames of
fear raging inside her.
He said, "Now, let's go back in the bedroom and do it right, now that we've got your
panties soaked up good and proper."
He set her back on the bed, saying, "don't you drip none on the sheets," but there was
no chance of that. Her panties were drenched, but the overflow had already spilled
down the drain.
The material lay cold and wet against her skin, like it had been glued there.
He set the belt down and instead went to the closet.
She knew what he was going to bring out, but the sight of it nonetheless filled her with
dread.
It was a paddle, wooden, smooth, three-quarters of an inch thick, with a solid, sturdy
handle. She suspected he used it on her mother as well, for late at night there were
times she could hear the steady WHAM WHAM WHAM and her mother's muffled
cries as she screamed into a pillow, and once when Meredith had crept close to he door
to listen she'd heard, immediately following the spanking, "OH GOD, YES... YES...
YES... PUT IT IN ME!!! DO IT!!! NOW!!!" and Meredith had snuck back to her
bedroom, confused, but strangely aroused, and that night had been the first time she'd
followed the physical sensations all the way and masturbated herself to an orgasm.
And now, watching her father approach with the paddle, she felt, amid the fear, the
strange tingling that she'd felt that night, between her legs, as she'd listened at the door.
And as he began to spank her, delivering each blow with hard, steady determination,
and the pain seared through her and she found herself nearly knocked off balance by
each swing of the paddle, although her shrieks of agony were genuine, that tingling
remained in her pussy... and it grew... and grew... so that when her father finally set the
paddle aside and picked up the belt, she was ready for him, knowing what he was going
to do.
Her ass was in the air, her legs were spread.
He said to her, "Higher," and she obeyed, and then he peeled her panties down from
her pussy, just enough to fully expose the split lips with their freshly sprouting hair
surrounding them.
He landed the belt directly in the center of her pussy, and while he'd never been this
extreme before, she somehow felt it was natural, a normal progression from the
spankings past.
He hit her hard, and then he let the belt simply lay there, making no move to pull it
away.
She had already buried her face in the mattress, screaming till her stomach muscles
hurt.
He pulled the belt away finally, took his time about it, then hit her again.
The full force of the blow sank into her pussy.
The immediate blast of pain was followed almost at once by a numbness, the nerve
endings being too delicate to accommodate the totality of the pain all at once.
But the numbness wore off soon, and then, the true pain mounted, and by the time he
delivered the next blow, she was able to feel all of it, the full force of everything.
He was patient, waiting fifteen, sometimes thirty seconds between strokes.
He delivered twenty, directly on her pussy.
By the time he was finished, she was only half conscious.
He pulled her panties the rest of the way down, said, "These things really stink," and
walked into the bathroom with them.
She collapsed on the bed, a quivering mass of young, pubescent fear.
But in addition to that, she'd come, and the combination had just about taken the top
of her skull off.

* * *

It was a year later that Meredith had her second profound confrontation with her
father.
By now she'd outgrown three more bras and her hips were sloping significantly, giving
her something approaching a classic hourglass figure.
The spankings were not quite so frequent now, though when they came, they were
administered rigorously, and they always took a long time.
She'd come to accept them, in a way, having decided that there was no way to avoid
them... and also having reached a point where she ALWAYS came as they were being
administered.
She had also discovered boys... and a couple of furtive petting sessions with one of the
more sophisticated of her classmates had opened her eyes to some of the potential
sensations locked in her cunt that did not depend on whippings.
And so it was one night, she was home alone, supposedly doing her homework, in
reality watching TV. Her parents weren't expected back for some time.
She had developed into a hearty, lusty young woman, one whose nerve circuits seemed
to be always at a state of arousal.
She had no way of realizing, of course, that her body was already far more attuned to
passion and the pleasure of extreme sex than anyone else her age that she knew.
She had no particular thoughts at all about herself, simply that at that particular
moment she found herself aroused, and knew precisely where the sensations were
located.
She lay back on the rug and slid her hand down her shorts, slowly beginning to stroke
her cunt outside her panties.
She quickly decided that her pants were too tight and removed them, first checking to
make certain that the curtain was drawn.
She left her panties on. Rubbing the material over the surface of her clit gave her an
exquisite sensation that race through her body and burned into her brain, and she
began in fact, immediately.
Grasping the waistband of her panties she pulled upwards, tightening it against the
underside of her crotch, pulling hard enough to force the material up inside her cunt
slit.
Her clit was already throbbing by this time.
She had her right hand on the front of her panties and her left hand on the back.
First she pulled on the front, dragging the tightly compacted crotchpiece through her
pussy slit, letting it rub lovingly over the swollen shaft of her clit.
Then, with her left hand, she pulled the material back through her slit, back over her
clit once more.
She started to moan, letting her hips writhe according to their own natural rhythm.
Slowly, she repeated this process, back and forth... back and forth, back and forth.
Before long she found herself literally suspended in a bath of sensation, supporting her
as water supports light wood. Time seemed to have stopped its linear flow.
There was nothing left for her but the oily smoothness of her cunt slit and the tight
band of silken material rubbing gently, steadily, excruciatingly through it.
Later, she would realize, it was only natural that Fritz, the German Shepherd, would get
curious and trot over to see what was happening.
"OH..." she cried out when first he touched his cold wet snout to her pussy.
Her hips jerked up and hit him square in the center of his nose.
"No... Oh God..." she said, and then she giggled.
She'd hit him directly on her clit, and despite the fact that a cushion of material rested
between his nose and the raw flesh of her cunt slit, the sensation was tasty, the more so
because it was so utterly out of this world.
She stared at him. He cocked his head.
He whined.
He seemed ready to leap but held himself in check, his entire body taut and at the
ready.
She stared harder. She was getting an idea, one that made her both laugh and shudder
with fear that she could even have thought it.
She pulled her hands away from her pussy. She looked down at it. Her two lips were
pouting over the sides of her panties and the material seemed actually to have vanished
up inside the slit.
She pulled them away from her pussy, sliding them down her legs.
Her cunt was moist now and the odor was one she could smell plainly.
She paused a second longer, considering whether or not she really wanted to do this,
and then she said, "Fritz... come here, boy!"
She clapped her hands, once.
He bolted, but instead of going for her cunt he started to lick her face.
She giggled and said, "NO, silly!"
The dog sat back again, cocked his head, and whined, as if to ask, "Okay, you got all
the answers, what the fuck DO you want?"
She said, "Come here..." reaching out for his collar. He was a trusted pet, and he in
turn trusted the family, and so he exhibited no resistance when she started to pull him
towards her pussy.
Then, suddenly, something strange happened.
As if he realized all at once what she had in mind, he moved the rest of the way
himself, and before she knew what was happening, he was sniffing all around her pussy,
her cunt hair, all up and down the inside of her thighs...
The sensation was delicious!
He seemed to have an instinctual sense for what constituted the proper pressure.
Not too hard... not too soft...
That nose too was a gem, priceless, is what it was.
Cold at first, as soon as he got it down in between her pussy lips and pushed a bit, the
warmth of her body transferred to his nose, and it stayed that way.
He was curious, infinitely curious.
She lay there, frozen in the midst of her suspicion that what she was doing was wrong,
and yet on the surface it seemed so harmless. So simple a thing.
Then she felt his tongue, a long slurping lick that went the full length of her cunt slit,
and that was the deciding factor.
It was indeed perfect... there was indeed nothing wrong with it, and she was utterly at
peace with herself. It was delicious!
"Oh... God... yes... good boy, Fritz."
Did he understand? Seemed to. He cocked his head again, whined, then, with no
further prompting from her, he returned to that gaping slit of pink flesh and started
once more to lick through it.
He seemed to enjoy the flavor of her pussy, and as she reached down to her lips and
spread them apart for him to gain deeper access, he followed up by plunging his tongue
straight up into her pussy hole.
"Oh..." she gasped. "Oh... oh..." and gently raised her hips, pressing them against his
snout with increasing pressure, yet not so suddenly or harshly that he pulled away.
"More... yeah... I love it, Fritz, keep it up... keep it up... do it... do it..."
He did.
Moving up to her clit now, rubbing his nose over it, then his tongue, actually rubbing
his teeth across it, she felt sensations that were sheer electricity surging through her
body.
And they kept up too, never pausing, never stopping.
She raised her shirt now, started to pinch her breasts, and wondered if there was
anything she might do to attract his interest to those erogenous zones as well.
She eased away from him, then shifted her body, letting her breasts hand down, letting
them touch his face, his snout...
"Go on... Go on," she said.
The dog stared at her like he didn't have the faintest idea what she meant, but then,
once again, he surprised her.
His tongue shot out, rubbed over her nipple, and as she emitted a cry of sheer relief and
joy he seemed to respond, seemed to pick up the wavelength of her pleasure and so he
continued.
"Oh God... yeah," she moaned, placing her fingers down against her pussy slit.
She touched them to her cunt, pushed them against her clit, spread her lips again, and
all the while Fritz kept licking away at her tits, up the sides of the mounds, down to the
nipples again, up the middle, down the side once more...
Finally she wanted more action on her cunt again.
She gently guided the dog back to her crotch, legs spread even wider this time.
"Do it, Fritz. Go on... do it the way you know to do."
She arched her back a little, pressed her pussy against him, and to her delight the dog
pressed back.
She lay back on the rug, letting him lick away, content to drift the whole night away
riding on the magic carpet of his tongue. He was incredible. The sensations were
wondrous, the electricity in her clit exquisite.
And then the sensations seemed to leap all at once to a higher level, a level that took
her past the confines of physical sensation, shooting her like a flaming star into cosmic
realms of uncompromising pleasure.
Her body gave a violent shudder.
Her hips smashed up against the dog's face, but he stayed put.
Did he know? Did he have any comprehension of what he was doing to her?
Perhaps he did... and maybe, just maybe dogs were a lot more tuned in to higher realms
than science gave them credit for.
She stared down the length of her body now, saw what she was focusing on, yet
couldn't quite put it in perspective yet... not just yet...
It was red, like a strawberry.
It was slick and shiny...
It was his cock!
She kept staring with endless fascination.
Delicious. Wonderful. Beautiful.
Yet... so totally alien.
She'd never actually seen a cock... not a human cock, anyway. How different were they
from this thing, flared out like an arrowhead?
His face was buried deep between her legs now. The manic licking of his tongue kept
rushing over her like waves breaking on the shore, sending shivering vibrations of
ecstasy up through her nerves and into her brain.
She moaned, she cried, she whimpered... and she came.
It was like light... more intense... more solid... as if it were almost solid, with form,
rather than being merely a release and onrush of energy.
But the waves of sensation broke over her, rushed through her, blasted her brain and
shattered her mind...
And so of course she couldn't possibly have heard the car pull up.
Or the doors slam as her parents got out.
Or the key slipping into the latch.
Or the door open.
She did, however, hear her mother cry out, "OH MY GOD!!!" with a voice that would
have shattered concrete. It certainly did a royal boogie on Meredith's eardrums.
She cried out "YAAAA!!" without having much of an idea just what was happening.
Jumping up and jerking around she saw her mother standing there, hands over her
mouth, eyes wide in horror.
"Oh... oh... ohhhhhhh..." she moaned.
"Go on," said Meredith's father, "go on upstairs. I'll tend to her."
"Oh... oh... the devil's in her. She's a child of the devil. That's what she is."
"I told you, get on upstairs. This is nothing for a decent woman to have to see."
"Ohhhhhh... whatever happened to my darling baby... she used to be so sweet and
innocent..." her mother wailed as he ran off.
Meredith's father said, "I'll tell you what happened. She turned into an awful person.
Possessed, that's what she is."
Her mother was crying now, loudly, wailing, gnashing her teeth, as she climbed the
stairs.
Soon the door slammed shut and there was a sudden, unexpected silence.
Broken only by a small whine coming from Fritz. "Mmmmmmmmm???" he queried,
cocking his head in typical doggie fashion.
Her father stared at the canine. "Christ," he said, "ain't it enough that you're corrupt?
Do you have to ruin everything you touch, including the dog?"
"Oh... Daddy..." she said, looking for some avenue of protest, but of course there was
none.
He said, "You aren't even human, you know that? You're a sick, depraved little girl."
Meredith stooped to retrieve her panties. Her father said, "Hang on there, what the
fuck do you think you're doing?"
"I thought I'd get dressed."
"The hell you say."
He was scratching his chin.
Meredith knew from experience that he was in the process of cooking up some kind of
new punishment for her.
"Daddy, I didn't hurt anyone."
"Just never you mind that." he said. "I'll be the judge of that."
He looked back down at the dog.
"Get on the rug again," he said to Meredith. "Daddy...?"
"Just do as I say."
"But..."
"Did you hear me, girl. Hell, you like dogs so much, I'm gonna show you what it really
feels like."
"Daddy... no..." she said, already intuiting his intent.
"Don't be talking back to me, girl. Just do what your father tells you, and maybe you'll
come out of this in one piece."
She stared at the dog and kept thinking about that bright, blood-red cock head she'd
seen protruding from the sheath of flesh at the base of the mutt's abdomen.
"Daddy... no..." she said. She was determined now.
"It's up to you girl, you can do it on your own, or you can force me to do it for you.
You'll do it one way or the other, you hear?" Meredith was beset with a combination of
fear and strange, almost giddy anticipation.
Beside her Fritz sat still, awaiting someone's instruction.
She had a feeling that Fritz didn't care who it was.
"Back on the rug," her father said again, and this time, she obeyed. And part of the
reason that she did so was that she was quite aroused... the thought of that doggie cock
seemed to be more and more a reality she wanted to taste... to feel... feel the barbarous
thing ramming into her... splitting her...
She had dreams about getting fucked, and she sensed now that she wasn't too particular
about what, or who, fucked her. It all came down to the same thing, in the end –
spread lips, a gaping hole, and a throbbing shaft of one thing or another stuffing itself
up inside her hole.
And looking back at Fritz, she realized that she was ready for that shaft to be
strawberry hued and attached to a pair of hairy loins.
Why not?
She'd grown strangely ambivalent in the context of her father's punishment.
He'd forced her to endure so much that was degrading, it took more than most people
would tolerate to even surprise her. And still she remained unconscious of this fact,
unaware that she, already, was quite different.
And so she lay back on the rug, spreading her legs, knowing instinctively what was
expected of her. "Heh heh," chuckled her father. "You think you're so cute, letting a
dog play around with you, eh? Well... we'll just see about that."
And grasping the dog around the neck by his collar, her father dragged him on top of
her prone form.
"Up here, Fritz. Come on... up here."
She lay on her back... and the dog looked blankly at her... and she at him.
Between his hind legs the bright red tip still showed with a flaming brilliance, but he
didn't have the faintest idea what to do with it.
She said, "Daddy, shouldn't I be the other way?"
He stepped back, frowning. "What do you mean?"
"Don't dogs do it different?"
He said, "Shit, what are you doing, knowing something like that for , anyway?"
He shoved the dog off her and reached down, grabbing her by her hands, and pulled
her to her feet.
Then he gave her a couple of hard knocks up against the side of her head.
She said, "OW! What's that for, Daddy?"
"For knowing things you're too young to know."
Had she been more mature, with reasoning faculties that functioned at a higher level,
she might have been able to understand that her father was making no sense.
Alas, she was still young, her mind unformed, (contrary to her body) and she was thus
lacking in even the most rudimentary defenses with which to maintain some sense of
self.
He whacked her again, this time on the butt, and then once more on her tits, just for
good measure, and then he tossed her to the floor. "Okay, you got all the answers, let's
see you get into position."
She was quivering, she was shuddering.
Her mind felt totally blank, like she couldn't comprehend the most mundane concepts.
She rose up onto her knees and elbows, sticking her ass into the air.
"Come on, Fritz, let's go... let's get us some of this pussy here, some of this stuff.
Thinks she's a dog, she does. Thinks this is what she's supposed to be doing. So... let's
show her how it feels, okay?"
"I don't think I'm a dog, Daddy," protested Meredith, but that was greeted with a curt
"Shut up," whereupon he dragged the dog up onto her back.
It took Fritz's reflexes about five seconds to cut in, and then, all of a sudden, it was like
a light dawned in his brain.
"Oh right... fucking," went the idea as it crossed his cortex, and then his hips cut in and
without seeming to have much of an idea what he was doing, the dog started to ram his
cock against her pussy, shoving hard.
"Jesus," she cried. The surface of the thing was like sandpaper. It was rough, but more
than that, the tip was opened now, like an umbrella, flared out wide and sharp, and she
didn't think there was any way that she'd ever be able to get it up inside her.
"Come on, boy... do it. Do it," coaxed her father.
She felt the tip of the dog's cock slamming harder and harder against her cunt. "Open
up, girl," he instructed her. "Open that sweet pussy."
"Daddy... honest to God, I can't," she protested, crying hard now. Fear suddenly licked
at her guts. She didn't know what the hell she was doing, but it occurred to her that
what she'd thought earlier, that this was wrong and a sin, might be all too true,
particularly doing it like THIS!
But Fritz was kicking into high gear now. The old fucking instinct was one that he just
loved it, and his hot cock stuffed harder and harder into the mouth of her pussy slit.
Her hole began to yield. Slowly, carefully... and above all, painfully, but she could tell
that definite progress was being made.
And it hurt. Terribly.
Deeper and deeper into her body... slamming against her cunt mouth, ripping the
hole... the rim... her father laughing... drunken vapors falling with his breath around
her like a toxic rain.
She'd lost her virginity that night, even though Fritz hadn't penetrated deep enough to
actually break her hymen.
It didn't matter.
By the time that took place some two years later, she'd already been subjected to a vast
array of sexual experiences... none of which were as demented as getting fucked by a
dog... and which, therefore, made much less an impression on her mind.
And now, sitting in her kitchen, sipping tea, wondering why she was married to Jack,
thinking back over her life, she realized that she'd been recalling that night, that long
forgotten night from so long ago, and the realization frightened her, startled her really...
for she'd tried everything she could to put it out of her mind.
But those first experiences are the ones that we remember most poignantly. For good or
ill, they are what brand us, and as Meredith sat there, contemplating, she began to see
that what had been branded on her was the mark of a beast, and now, damned, she was
facing her hell with Jack. What would it take to give her the satisfaction she'd spent a
lifetime seeking?
She knew that her desires were off center.
Bizarre.
Weird.
Freaky.
And she loved them!!


Chapter 4

"This won't take long," Susanna Corby said to Sammy Teague as he walked into the
testing room. "But I wanted to see if you could duplicate the results from yesterday."
He smiled, stared at her, pointedly, she thought, nodded cooperatively and prepared to
take the test. "This gonna prove I'm healthy and normal?" he asked.
"Well... it just might."
"How?"
She paused. It wasn't always a good idea to let the patient know the significance of a
test. It could influence the outcome.
However, in this case there was no conceivable way in which the outcome could be
influenced. It was a skills test, measuring specific abilities that tend to be markedly
impaired in disturbed individuals.
She told him that. "You seem to be showing specific signs of health, Sammy. You're
memory is improving, your retention is way up, and your ability to manipulate spatial
relationships shows definite, indeed, significant improvement."
He said, "Lemme ask you something, Doc."
She resisted the urge to smile. He'd taken, in recent days, to using a casual familiarity
with her that she found... well... fetching.
He acted like they were both colleagues in a joint endeavor, and quite frankly, she
wasn't particularly interested in refuting that assumption.
His recovery was truly remarkable.
She hoped, in some distant future time, to be able to publish an article about it. Sammy
Teague represented the first genuine hope that she'd ever encountered that acute
schizophrenia might truly be environmentally treatable.
"What was it you wanted to ask me?"
"You ever want to let down your hair?" Somewhere in the back of her brain, a warning
buzzer began to sound. It was his tone. There were reverberations, echoes of another
persona... something she couldn't quite isolate and identify, but which said, "BEWARE!
BEWARE! BEWARE!!"
She was, after all, a professional. It was dangerous to become attached in any kind of
personal sense with a patient.
Particularly one such as Sammy Teague.
She ignored her warning signals, of course, for at the same time there was a far more
potent signal that she was receiving, and it didn't originate in her brain.
It actually originated in his eyebrows, or at least the left one, cocked at an arrogant
angle over his eye while the right eyebrow remained scrunched up in a frown.
This eyebrow, for some reason, seemed to send a direct signal to her cunt, a signal that
triggered a sharp, hot tingling that worked its way up her backbone, finally reaching
her brain, flooding her thoughts with images that were absolutely unthinkable.
Except that she was daring to think them. And to dwell on them.
"I... I don't know what you're getting at," she said.
"Aw, knock it off, Doc. You know damn well what I'm getting at. You talk in all this
good academes, you put on a real professional show for me, keep your distance and
all... but I get the feeling you got a lot more going on underneath that clean white
smock than you're letting about."
She closed the file in front of her sand made to stand up. "That's enough, Sammy, I
think we'll cancel the testing for now. Perhaps another time. I-"
"Oh, for crying out loud, for Chrissake, wouldja sit back down? I ain't making no
improper advances or nothing... I'm just thinking... you know... maybe there's
something you aren't dealing with yourself. You're a shrink. You know it happens all
the time."
Eyes like ray guns. Bearing directly into her brain.
She said, "Sammy... this is out of line..."
"Bull."
She should have walked out right then and had him transferred back to a ward with
closer observation, and he knew it.
She chose to do nothing except to sit there and look befuddled, and they both knew
what that implied. "Stop this," she said.
He said, "What would you do if I was to kiss you?"
Cartwheels in the old cunt there.
Ice melting faster than anyone could have mopped up the mess. You don't play around
with a woman like that, one who's kept herself repressed and her ass tight, despite
being normal and healthy, all in the name of professionalism and career.
It's like striking a match in a gasoline drum to see what's left. You'll find out and fast.
Her clit was already swelling, and she knew that the hot flashes that now raced and
coursed up and down the surface of her skin were being ignited by energy originating
in that small, compact bud of nerves.
Juice oozed steadily between her legs.
She said, "Sammy... I..." Knowing that already she'd faltered, the only remaining
question being the degree to which it would finally manifest itself.
He stood up. Fear struck at the center of her heart. Her legs weakened and her hands
began to shake.
He leaned over the desk, casually, placed his hand behind her head and kissed her.
Gently. Almost gracefully.
And, God help her, she kissed him back. Hard. Tongues intertwining like a babble of
vines, the heat from their bodies mingling and forming a force field around them.
She felt the pressure mounting, felt the tingling turn into something more... something
intense... something that might well destroy her, something she might well allow to
become an obsession.
He reached for her cunt now, sliding his hands under her smock.
"Oh... God... no... no..." she moaned. "I can't... I can't."
"But you want to."
Silence.
"Don't you?"
More silence.
"Come on," he said impatiently now. "We been getting along real good till now. You
been honest and all with me... don't fuck it up."
She looked up at him. The bastard, he was right. Gorgeous, deadly, and right.
"I want you," she said, "and I don't think I've ever wanted a man so badly."
He looked closely at her.
"So let's do it."
"No."
"Shit, you make about as much sense as any woman I've known."
Rosalita Mendoza's name flashed across her mind. He found her difficult to understand
as well? Was that why he'd mutilated her body and then raped her and then killed her?
But she pushed that thought from her mind, because she knew that, despite her fear,
she would unquestionably fuck him. She couldn't help it. Fucking was an instinct bred,
into the genes a half-million years before Freud. A head-start like that is pretty hard to
overcome with an appeal to 'reason'.
He said, "Doc, I find you damned attractive."
And then he pulled her to him, kissed her again, and the flames in her cunt left her
with no hope. Her mind ceased to function.

* * *

"From this day henceforth," she said, speaking to the mirror, "you will lead two lives.
You will be, on the one hand, a dedicated doctor, trying to do your all to further the
cause of medicine and science and to relieve your patient's torment, and on the other
you will be a slut., low whore beneath contempt, living by her cunt while she ignores
her mind. And God help your sorry ass if you get caught."
She unwrapped a small complimentary bar of Dial soap from the dish over the spotless
Holiday Inn sink.
Out in the other room he was lying on the bed, waiting... for God knows what.
She didn't want to think about the repercussions if she got caught. Her career would
be a distant memory.
There was an outside chance she might be able to defend herself on the grounds that
she was merely exposing him to the world, 'Treating him' in effect. But if she were to be
discovered her, engaged in the deed which she was no contemplating...
She blocked all thoughts from her mind. Should she come out of this right-side up,
she'd file the whole experience away as a reminder of what can happen when the sex
drive is repressed too long.
All reasoning faculties vanish. One does rash things, like pulling this sweater over her
firm breasts, tossing it to the floor, unclasping her bra... tossing that to the floor as
well... walking back out of the bathroom to fine him naked on the bed, cock hard
enough to pound through steel.
"Hey hey, that's the ticket, Doc," he said, "you look better than anything I ever had in
my head when I thought about you."
She smiled as she unclasped her skirt. "You think about me?"
"Well hell, you gotta have something to whack off to , don' you?"
She started. Somehow, the notion of serving as fantasy image while he masturbated... it
was almost like having someone come on your... splatter it in your face...
And the strangest of all was that she didn't mind. It was tantalizing. Exciting.
She stepped out of her skirt, wearing only panties now.
He stared at her. "I can see your pussy hair, Doc."
She said, "You really know how to talk to a lady, don't you?"
"Yep," he said. "You'd better believe it."
She came closer... climbed onto the bed, completely cut off from her mind now.
She really did like hearing him talk rough an crude to her. It was such a refreshing
change from her academic environment in which she'd allowed herself to smother for
so long.
She moved close to him.
"Drag that sweet pussy over here and slather up my face with it, what do you say?"
She pulled her panties down, and did just that.
He opened his mouth and as her cunt descended, his tongue and his teeth were ready.
"OH GOD!" she cried at first contact.
"You all right?" he asked.
"Yeah. Oh... yeah... yes yes... don't stop. Whatever you do, don't stop."
He slapped his tongue hard against her cunt, rubbing back and forth across her clit
several times. "You like that, huh?"
"Oh... yeah... yeah..." she cried, pressing her cunt harder and harder against his mouth.
He sucked on it now. The loose membranes drew tight as they slid into his mouth, and
then he started to press his teeth against her.
Bringing the edges against her membranes. Hard.
This man was not gentle, nor did she want him to be. On the contrary, it was precisely
his animal-like nature that most attracted her to him in the first place, his raw primal
force... an attraction that, in its extreme moments, was even able to understand
something like Rosalita Mendoza...
He bit her clit.
She screamed.
He laughed and said, "Hey, Doc... you gotta control yourself. You hear?"
He reached up and gripped her on either side of her torso and then, still lying on his
back, he lifted her off him, forced her down onto the bed and rolled over on top of her.
He picked up a pillow and said, "Here, scream into this. Make it a lot easier for you."
She trembled, not from fear, from the forces that were suddenly unleashed inside her.
She'd never felt anything like it. Her body was literally coming apart at the seams.
She took the pillow, eagerly, and placed it over her face.
Christ, she thought, how easy it would be for him to smother me.
But of course, he wouldn't do that.
Would he?


Chapter 5

He lowered his lips to her cunt once more and this time gave her a tongue-lashing like
she'd never experienced before, not even in her wildest fantasies.
He slapped her clit back and forth, again and again... harder... harder...
Making his tongue stiff and pointed, he pushed directly against the swollen head,
ramming up into her hole, back to the clit...
How the hell was he doing that with just his tongue, she wondered. It felt like an entire
army of tongues down there, and fingers too.
He had a firm grip on her cunt lips.
Spreading them apart, stretching them wide, opening her to the fullest, exposing her
clit to whatever it pleased him to do to her, he now began a concentrated assault on
that small bud of nerves.
Lightly now, surprising her, scarcely making contact, he traced the middle axis of her
clit shaft, started at the top of her slit and working down. He pushed the tip of his
tongue into the small pocket where her two cunt lips came together, and as he shoved
down, she felt the sensations in her clit begin to double, to multiply... to increase in
force.
Then, pulling back with his tongue he started to slide it down the length of her shaft,
moving it slowly back and forth, from side to side.
The tip was as light as it could be against her clit without actually lifting off it.
Her cunt was wet. Her body was aflame.
This was what she'd been missing, for longer than she cared to think about.
This was the primitive call of nature that she'd been helpless to resist, this crying need
of her pussy for direct attention... male attention... a male that was pure dynamic
energy.
She would gather him in, enclose him, shape him, mold his energy into a coherent
whole.
He needed her. And Lord knows, she needed him.
Stretching her lips farther and farther now.
Pulling them as tightly as he could without tearing them.
And then pulling farther.
Pain now... hot, mingling with the heat of arousal and passion already flooding her
body.
He worked her cunt lips back and forth, pushing them against her clit, then stretching
them far apart once again... pushing them against her clit, stretching them...
He pulled up on them as well as stretching them. Her cunt meat tightened, forcing her
clit farther up off the pink bed of flesh.
He placed the edge of his teeth against her clit and started to rub them back and forth
over her sensitive organ.
The sensation was excruciatingly intense.
"Oh... God... God... God..." she gasped, and then she buried her face into her pillow
once more, screamed as hard as she possibly could, and savored the energy released in
so doing.
It was a shock, actually, to feel such a magnificent release of energy, screaming hard
enough that she could tighten her stomach muscles, feel the tension build all through
her body... and then, as if an explosion ignited her, all the tension was turned to ash
and dust, no longer within her.
She jammed her face harder into her pillow, screamed again, and as his teeth closed in
on her clit from either side, the screams increased both in force and in volume.
"God... what are you doing to me. What are you doing?"
He didn't say anything. There was nothing to say.
Instead he brought his hand to her crotch now, placed his fingers in her crotch, and
slowly began to run them back and forth through her wet dripping slit.
He kept his tongue on her clit, but the addition of his fingers on the rest of her cunt slit
and back against her asshole sent her farther up into the stratosphere.
"God... I can't stand it. What are you doing to me? You bastard. You bastard. You're
vicious. You're vicious."
He still said nothing. His teeth were around her clit.
He tightened them. He kept tightening them, pulling back a slight ways as he did so.
Fingers flickering back and forth... back and forth...
Touching the small spot of flesh between her cunt and asshole..
Tickling it, sending pure electric sensation racing through her nerves.
"You're going to kill me," she said, gasping, no longer in touch with the real world and
thus, missing the irony completely.
How long? How long?
He wouldn't stop, he didn't change. The same sensations... over and over and over
again.
Harder... harder... harder...
"Oh... God... God..." she cried out... face pressed hard against the pillow. "You devil.
You bastard. You wicked, wicked man."
Harder with his teeth now... pulling back, keeping her clit in his grip, still pulling
farther back... stretching her... hurting her... oh God, yes! Hurting her. Hurting her
badly.
Body bucking violently against his face... hips slamming up into his jaw.
It hurts.
It is hot.
She smashes her clit against his teeth. He bites hard in return, closing the edges almost
together, with only the smashed layer of her clit flesh between.
She lurches up off the bed, a violent spasm, animal sounds rolling from her throat now
in a guttural tide of pain and agony.
He continues.
Releases her clit for a moment, but immediately he's back on it, pulling it into his
mouth again, closing his teeth around it.
Never has she felt it so hard.
Never has her pussy been so wet.
Never has pain felt so like pleasure.
Time slows... stops... she takes no notice.
A finger slides into her cunt hole now.
His thumb slides into her asshole.
Just the tip at first, then with more pressure, they sink farther... and farther...
Deeper... and deeper...
"Oh... yes... yes... yes..." she screams, unknowing, unthinking.
Past logic and reason, riding the crest of a wave of sheer sensation, driving by a heat
that rivals the sun.
It all pours out from within her, all of it is passion and energy she's ignored for so long
she's forgotten that it was a part of her.
Deeper into her cunt and asshole.
Fingers pushed against elastic walls. Rubbing juices over soft flesh.
Harder... a second finger, his tongue still licking her clit.
He brings his other hand to her crotch.
Sticking another finger into her cunt and one into her asshole, he braces the right walls
with his right hand and with his left he begins to stretch.
Slowly... steadily... teeth clamped firm and solid on her clit shaft.
He pulls, threatens to rip her into pieces...
She screams again, and once more he bites, even harder this time, clamping onto her
clit with such force it feels she's going to lose it.
She's off the bed in a second, suspended in mid-air for what seems an eternity.
Body twisting, turning, jerking, gyrating.
Legs flailing...
By the time she's back on the bed she's half twisted onto her side, and it takes only a
gentle push from Sammy to roll her all the way over onto her stomach.
She lays there, waiting. What will he do?
His fingers move back to her cunt... her asshole. Her buttocks are facing him, sticking
straight up at him.
He rubs them with his free hand, caressing them lovingly. Deeper into her cunt with
his other hand, two fingers, three... four...
She jams her face deep into the pillow, shoved forward by the weight of her own body.
"Up," he says, pulling on her cunt, raising her hips off the bed. "Up."
She obeys. No longer a doctor, no longer anything besides a wanton woman.
Driven by a mad, craven lust.
As her buttocks rise, he squeezes them more firmly.
She cries out, not in pain, but from the force of pleasure, and, particularly, from the
anticipation of what might come.
What does she want?
She doesn't know.
His cock, of course, but that she takes for granted. Of course she'll get that.
But what else?
Higher. Rising from the bed, hips and ass jutting almost straight up into the air.
Spreading her thighs, exposing her pussy.
He slaps her buttocks. It's a hard slap, one that resounds off the cheap hotel room
walls.
And it echoes again and again inside her.
She cries out.
He slaps her again. And again. And again. And again.
He has four fingers in her cunt now.
Spreading them wide, he starts to rotate them back and forth inside her.
Jerking them back out with a violent thrust.
Harder... harder...
She screams again, louder this time.
He smacks her ass. "Don't scream," he tells her, "unless you use the pillow."
Her body is a study in unceasing movement.
Slapping her ass now with relentless strokes, raising a heat that fairly glows from the
surface of her buttocks.
He shoves his fingers back into her cunt. She takes it... lets him do anything he wants.
What is it? What is happening to her? There is a part of her that she's never known
before, a part that wants this... wants more, even, if he can give it.
And once again Rosalita Mendoza rushes past her mind's eye in a blur.
She'd been battered beyond recognition.
There'd been nothing about her to suggest her identity, and she'd lain for a week in the
morgue.
She screamed. "Don't..." she cried.
He balled up his fist and slugged her pussy like it was a punching bag.
She screamed harder now.
He smashed his fist straight into her pussy again.
Then he was on her. He reached around, clamped his hand over her mouth.
"You gotta be cool," he told her. "You just gotta cool it, or there's gonna be a lot of
trouble."
He stuck his cock at the opening to her pussy as he spoke, and before she could
respond, he'd already begun to slide it up into her.
She screamed again. But this was from the sensation of his thick hunk of meat
spreading her cunt slit and the rim of her cunt hole. He wasted no time. First the glans,
and then, once the barbed-tip was inside her, he smashed the rest of the shaft home.
Normally this would have hurt too much for her to have tolerated it.
But now, her pussy was so totally slathered with her cunt juice that there was almost no
more than a pleasant tickling sensation as his cock ripped through her.
He gripped her mouth tightly now, while the other hand moved to her cunt and began
to paw at her clit.
He squeezed and pinched it.
He worked it back and forth, smashed his fingers against it, pinched it again, and
finally wound up scraping his fingernails over the surface.
He pumped his cock in and out of her with manic precision. Like a machine, like the
piston to a steam engine.
When he pulled back his cock slid the full distance out of her. He would hold it there a
moment, and then he slid it back again... harder and harder with every stroke.
Her mind was a complete blur.
Her body felt like it was melting.
In and out... in and out... in and out...
Over and over and over again. She was past all reason. Her brain, if it would ever come
around from this experience, would never be the same.
It is impossible to pass through fire and remain unaffected.
"How's that feel, huh, Doc? This mean I'm normal now? This mean I'm healed?"
WHAM WHAM WHAM!!!
"You want to keep studying me? Hmmm? This the kind of lab study you like best?
Well I got an idea. Let's fucking study each other?
What do you say?"
His hand was clamped too tightly over her mouth, but there was nothing she could
have said anyway. Nothing at all.
He was close to coming. She was too. She sensed the currents from his body as though
they truly flowed from him to her and back again.
It really was a complete circuit... and all she had to do was to keep the connections
closed... with her body and her mind.
In...
Out...
In...
Out...
In...
OUT!!!
And then, a final stroke in, and on this stroke she began to come.
Her body literally shifted into a different form, no longer, for a moment at least,
completely solid, as if each cell, each molecule, each atom and sub-atomic particle were
now vibrating at a much higher frequency, becoming less dense... turning to pure
energy...
Her throat hurt from screaming and her stomach muscles ached.
Still the sounds poured out like demons from the gates of hell.
The pillow was soaked where her mouth pressed against it.
She screamed harder as she came harder, and each seemed to feed into the other.
"Oh, yeah, yeah, yeah, Doc, that's it. That's really the ticket."
And he blew... unloaded his jism into her pussy, pumping his cock into her now to
push the wads of thick white fluid as far into her body as was possible.
Wad after wad flowed from his cock, and she could feel each one as it splattered against
her cunt wall.
Already saturated with her own juices, the addition of his cum filled her pussy chamber
to overflowing. Within seconds she felt the liquid oozing out her cunt and flowing
down her thighs.
He kept pumping, kept clawing at her clit... and she kept coming.
Even after his juice had stopped flowing from his balls, his cock remained hard, and she
took full advantage of it.
He slammed it home to her again and again and again.
The sound was wet, slurping... juicy.
She felt she could come like that forever... forever... oh yes, forever...

* * *

Sammy had always known she'd be a hot piece of ass.
Yep, he'd thought, first day he'd set eyes on her, that there was a sleeping volcano, and
there was one fuck of a lot of lava down there between those firm thighs just waiting to
erupt.
Well... as usual, he'd been right.
That hot lady did one sweet and sensual number on his cock. Danced that thing 'round
and 'round till there just wasn't anything left.
He ran a comb through his hair, checked again to make sure it looked right.
Hell, this was the first time he'd be out in public in a long fucking time. He wanted to
look right. Didn't want folks saying he didn't look like he belonged out there, that was
for sure.
He walked back into the room. There was strangled sound coming from the bed.
He paid no attention for a moment or two, but then he let his eyes wander up and
down her body.
"You're a fine looking woman, hon. Damned good looking."
She was too, spread eagle on the bed, buck-assed naked, pussy lips gaping, spread apart
sweet as anything you've ever seen in your life.
She pulled her arms and legs, hard, but there was no way she was going to break free.
Her stockings did the trick for her arms and the dress she'd been wearing now was torn
into long strips of cloth that he'd tied around her ankles.
He leaned over and tickled her clit.
"MMMMMMM!!" she screamed through the gag. He chuckled.
"Like that shit, don't you hon? I kind of figured you did. Sorry I can't stick around and
help you out more. You got a lot of juice backed up there in that pussy, and I'd dearly
love to be the one to help you unclog it, but I gotta be running. Now don't you worry
none, I'm just gonna pay up the room so no one will be messing around in it, and you
take care, you hear? They'll find you before you starve, I promise."
He grinned, slipped on his coat and walked outside. The sun was bright. The parkway
was about a hundred feet in the distance. Traffic was heavy.
Some people drove it everyday, counted it among the normal parts of their life.
Not him. He hadn't been behind the wheel of a car in almost two years. He hadn't been
outside a whole fucking lot either during that time.
Sun hurt. Gonna need to buy himself a pair of mirror specs before too long.
He paid the room for the next two days, said, "Don't want nobody messing around in
there now, you hear?"
The desk clerk said, "But sir, we simply wish to change the sheets and-"
"You hear what I'm talking about?" he said, getting that edge back into his words that
felt so good, that very same edge he'd been pruning from his voice the whole time he'd
been at the hospital, saying lots of "Yes Ma'am's" and "No Ma'am's" and shit like that.
It got him what he wanted, but it was too damn slow.
This time it was the clerk who said, "Yes, Sir" and the sucker said it with a lot of
respect.
Sammy smiled and replied, "Now you're starting to make some sense, boy."
He turned to leave and then he turned back. "Maybe you'd best write a note to
someone else, you know, if you think maybe they'd get a notion to send some dumb
nigger maid in there... you know what I'm saying? I don't want to have to come
looking for you."
"No sir... I mean, yes sir... I mean, I'll do it, sir, whatever you say."
"Yeah... I know."
And he was gone.


Chapter 6

The first think Terry noticed on the road was that he was horny.
Considering the scene he'd just completed a little while earlier, this might sound
somewhat strange.
Sammy hadn't gotten laid in two years, and the last time he'd fucked a girl... well...
suffice it to say it hadn't turned out all that well for him.
He preferred not to think of that particular example of excess.
The future was what he was looking for... the future with all its hopes and joys and
promises stretched out in front of him like... like... well hell, like Doc Corby, that's
what.
She'd been sweet. He thought about maybe he ought to slit her throat or something,
but that would be too strange. No point. No profit. He could tie her up just as easy and
they'd never think to look for her till tomorrow, and seeing as how he was in her care
there wouldn't be anyone with a hardon looking for him tonight.
He had a good chance to put some distance behind him...
Except here he was at this rest stop and there were these two slick assed broads with the
hood of their car up... and here he was slipping into the slot beside them and there they
were looking him over hopefully...
"you all having some problems?"
"It won't start," said the blonde, doe-eyed and big-titted and tongue-slappingly sweet.
Her friend, however, was green-eyed and redheaded, and she looked like her fucking
cunt would eat your cock up and spit it out just on principle.
He got out oof the car and said, "Shucks, this is too nice a day to be stranded, don't
you think?"
He said it easily, but he knew that edge was there, that sweet, kind of jagged edge that
doesn't show itself right away, kind of waits to work on the brain a little while.
He said, "My name's Sammy."
"I'm Kate," said the redhead. Irish, thought Sammy.
"I'm Denise," said the blonde. Fuckable, thought Sammy.
"Well Kate and Denise, why don't one of you climb into the car and try to turn her
over one time."
Denise moved first, and Sammy kind of liked that, mainly because Kate was giving him
a look that said "Honey I've been looking all my life for someone like you."
He stared at her, hard, not for long, just long enough so she'd get the message that it
wasn't no accident, that his eyes hadn't just slipped over her body... no OOPS! pardon
me, nothing like that. He was staring at her because she was beautiful and had big tits
and it was her big tits right now that he was looking at.
And she didn't seem to mind all that much.
"Think you can start it?" she said.
"I know I can start it, unless it's just fucking dead."
Didn't bother her that he'd said 'fuck' either. That was cool. Nothing pissed him off
more'n a chick getting a tight ass on account of a little itty-bitty word like 'fuck'.
Had a nice sound, you wanted his opinion.
Denise turned the key in the ignition.
He jiggled the battery cables, knocked some of the corrosion off them, said, "You got a
hammer or a wrench or something like that?"
She said, "Hang on," and went around to the other side of the car.
She came back and handed him a hammer which, after two solid knocks on the battery
connections, did the trick.
"Gosh... was that all it took?" she said.
"Nope," he replied.
She waited.
"It also took the brains to know that's all it took."
She smiled.
"Pretty fucking sure of yourself, aren't you?"
Wow! A ballsy chick! Got his cock moving pronto!
He said, "I got good reason to be."
"Yeah? Why's that?"
He said, "Why ask questions when you can check it out yourself."
"What's to check out?"
"There you go asking questions again. Doesn't make much sense," he said.
She said, "What would you suggest I do?"
"Darling, I don't have time to spend educating a couple of little girls." He smiled.
They walked around to the driver's window and Kate said, "He thinks he's hot stuff."
Denise gunned the engine. "I'd have to agree. I couldn't have gotten it started."
"He thinks we're a couple of little girls."
"Oh?"
"He says he doesn't have time to spend educating us."
"Yeah? What makes him think we need educating?"
"Why don' you ask him?"
She turned to Sammy, looking more and more fuckable all the time. So was Kate. She
said, "How about it, stud? You got a complaint, or what?"
He stared at her for a moment, than back at Kate.
About thirty feet from where they were parked there was a restroom complex with a
couple of drinking fountains and a big map of that part of the estate with a sign and an
arrow saying 'YOU ARE HERE'.
Behind the building was a clump of trees.
"You girl's wanna go take a romp in the woods?"
Denise said, "Can I turn the engine off?"
He said, "What are you worrying for? You got me here, don't you?"
She looked at Kate. "The man's got real balls, you know?"
"Leather. Solid leather."
"Cast iron, hon," Sammy corrected. Denise cut the engine and climbed out.
She locked the doors and then they both gave him a coy look, grinning shyly, and
started off ahead of him at a brisk pace.
"Hey... where you all going?"
They said nothing, but they were walking up the hill towards the side of the building,
so he figured they were in the right frame of mind. He started to trot after them.
Kate glanced back over her shoulder, said something to Denise and they both broke
into a trot at the same rough speed he was moving at, keeping ahead of him still. "Hey,
you all hang on, what do you say?"
Giggling floated back to him. It kind of made him weak in the knees, is what it did.
And it made his cock a lot harder as well. He started to high-tail it after them now, and
they too broke into a fast paced run, keeping ahead of im still, but he was gaining.
Closer, closer... they were in the trees now, hauling ass down a small path.
He reached out and just managed to smack Kate on her tight little ass, bringing forth a
squeal of delight.
She kept running though. "Shit, you girls gonna make me work for it, or what?"
But by now they weren't trying anywhere near hard to evade him, and with only a little
more trouble, he managed to scoop Kate up in his arms, grabbing himself a healthy
handful of her tits.
Both hands, actually.
They were big and soft, and really floppy under there, but there was something else as
well. There wasn't any bra holding them up, and that shocked the shit out of him, on
account of they'd been so firm looking and tight and really jiggling hard, without
looking like they'd already half melted or something.
He stopped and backed her up against a tree.
She was breathing hard. "Sugar, you're good enough to eat."
"So do it," she said, her voice suddenly hoarse.
Denise had stopped and was now trotting back to them. He picked up jealousy at once
as soon as she came close.
Fucking cunts, he thought, can't stand for anyone else to get any attention.
She said, "What are YOU TWO doing?"
He turned to her and said, "I hope to hell you don't really need an explanation of that."
She winked at him and reached for his crotch, cupping his cock and balls in her palm.
"Nope," he said, "reckon you don't."
She started to pull right away at his belt and zipper, while he, in turn, raised Kate's
shirt up over her tits and studied them a moment.
That was all it took for him to decide that they were one of the prettiest sets he'd ever
laid eyes on. Show tits. Centerfold tits.
He pressed his hands against them, feeling her tight little nipples rubbing against his
palm.
She moaned, leaned forward a little, and then she said, "Don't stop there, for
chrissake."
"Damn, you just love to toss down challenges, don't you?"
She nodded. "Yeah."
Sammy now reached down to her crotch and started to stroke her pussy.
It was soft and warm beneath her shorts and he could feel her lips squishing together.
Those lips were covering up a hard nub of flesh, but he could still feel it through shorts
and panties and pussy flesh combined.
"Uh-ohhhh... what's that I feel?" he said.
Her eyes were already closed.
"Well... whatever the hell it is, I get the feeling you want me to keep on feeling it,
huh?"
Her hips moved out a little farther.
Denise had her fingers around his cock and was already sucking on it.
He took another look at Kate's big floppy tits hanging all over the place.
He decided he'd put her through her paces.
Taking a firm hold on her nipples, he started to pinch, and at the same time he pulled...
hard.
She let out a quick choked off gasp, but at he same time a grin started to form at the
corners of her mouth.
She moaned. He pulled harder. She moaned some more, and he kept pulling. Then he
wrapped his fingers all the way around each one of her firm, lush globes and started to
squeeze. And he squeezed hard.
"Ohhhh God..." she cried. "That's it... do it... God... yes... yes... yes..."
She went crazy. He couldn't believe it. She was going out of her mind.
Denise, meanwhile, had her mouth wrapped all the way around his cock, and now was
taking the entire shaft into her throat.
His glans pushed down... down... down...
She knew how to do it. She knew how to relax her throat muscles, how to open up to
permit him to slide all the way inside her throat...
She started to bob her head back and forth on the shaft now, sliding it in and out... in
and out...
He kept one hand on her tits (they were big enough that he could press them both
together) and the other he dropped back to her shorts.
Not content this time with rubbing her pussy from the outside, he unfastened the snap
and pulled down her zipper.
Her panties showed through, flimsy, filmy, and pink.
He had his hand inside them in a flash and had his fingers buried in something a lot
pinker, and a lot more substantial as well, inside of two seconds.
His fingers slid up inside her cunt hole now, splitting her lips and spreading her hole.
She gasped and cried out, a single word that was from no known language... except that
there wasn't a man on earth who couldn't have immediately understood it.
He pushed a second finger in her... and a third... started to churn them around inside
her pussy.
She thrust her hips forward now, sharply, driving her moist membranes down onto his
stiff fingers.
Harder... harder... and then she said, "More..." wanting more fingers.
But Denise said, "No... me... me..."
"Well, hold on now, girls... I mean, I got me two hands, but I only got one cock, and if
you all are gonna start getting pushy and grabby, I foresee problems, in the very
immediate future.
"Not at all," said Denise, standing up and removing her shirt, revealing a set that
rivaled Kate's in perfection, if not quite in size. "We share all the time, don't we dear?"
"Always..."
They were both licking their lips, staring at his cock.
Sammy found himself real grateful for Dr. Corby's personalized treatment.
If he hadn't unloaded that two-year back-up of sperm into her pussy, he'd be dripping
all over the ground just talking to these two lovelies. As it was, he felt a nice warm glow
in his balls, but it was nothing he couldn't control, easily.
Denise pulled her shorts down, as did Kate now. Both girls, standing before him,
wearing only panties, Kate with her shirt bunched up above her boobs, Denise with her
shirt all the way off...
"Pinch me... I must be dreaming," he said.
They giggled.
If only because he'd spent a long damn time in jail dreaming about something like this.
He remembered Big Tom talking to him. Big Tom was waiting to go to trial for a heavy
duty case of armed robbery, his third offense.
He was staring at twenty to life, which, in his case, could be expected to stretch out a
lot closer to the life end of the spectrum.
"Shit, you know, I keep thinking I'm gonna wake up one night, and there's these two
broads gonna be, standing over my cot, hanging their titties in my face. And I'm gonna
reach up and I'm gonna start squeezing on 'em, both of em, all fucking four of 'em, and
I'm gonna squeeze just as hard as I possibly can, and then I'm gonna hear them giggle
and they're gonna say, "No no, Tom, if you want to make love to us, you're going to
have to treat us rough..."
The tree Kate and Denise were leaning against was a big oak, kind of sloped at the base
so that they could actually recline at a slight angle as they leaned against it.
Their legs spread now, feet intertwining effortlessly. He believed that they really were
quite adept at this, having worked out the logistics before.
Denise started to roll the top of her panties down now, peeling them over the edge of
her triangular shaped bush.
Then, when she reached the bottom of her cunt, she pulled her panties the rest of the
way.
Raised one leg, the other stretched out long and leisurely. She pulled her foot out of her
panties, showed him a healthy shot of her pussy in the process, and then, with the
newly removed foot she pushed her panties down her other leg. She said, "You ready
for me, Sammy?"
He wanted to cry, it was such a pretty sight.
But wait, Kate had her licks to get in yet.
And as those green eyes might have suggested, she had a potent trick or two up her
sleeve as well.
Hell, all she had to do was stand there and do nothing at all and she could be potent.
She grabbed her panties as well, but instead of pulling them down, she started to pull
them up... hard enough that the crotchpiece vanished between her cunt lips which then
extended around it.
She started to work the strip of material back and forth over the surface of her cunt slit.
Sammy just stared, slapping his tongue against the roof of his mouth.
Kate played with her panties, and Denise played with her fingers, and their pussies were
the focal point for both of them.
Sammy dropped his trousers right fast, pulled his jockey shorts over his throbbing cock
and said, "Ladies, I don't know what you have in mind, but I'm willing to take
directions."
Kate reached for him, and Denise reached for his hand.
Kate guided his cock towards her cunt, and Denise guided his hand toward her pussy.
"You switch off, that's all," she said, working her hips closer and closer to Kate's.
You fuck her for a few minutes and you finger me. Then you switch off. Sounds easy,
mmmmm?"
"Sounds like a piece of heaven."
"You wanna settle for a couple of pieces of ass?"
Sammy said, "I'll let you answer that one."
His cock was touching Kate's bush by now.
She had her fingers wrapped around it, squeezing it tighter and tighter. She had the
head right at the opening to her cunt now.
"Come on..." she coaxed. "Let's go. Let's have it."
He pushed his hips. She'd lined them up perfectly, the two of them, and as he pushed
forward, his cock split her perfectly and found her hole and canal exactly aligned to the
angle of his shaft.
He entered her joyously.
Denise, meanwhile, shoved his fingers in the direction of her pussy.
"Do it..." she commanded now, breathing much more heavily now. "Fill my pussy."
One finger was a snap. So were two. But then, so was the third and fourth fingers.
In fact, he caught on pretty quick that her cunt would take his whole fucking fist.
So he slid the tip of his thumb into it, and sure enough, she crouched down a little
farther and opened herself a little more and said, "Do it... stick it in."
He said, "You want the whole thing?"
She said nothing. The look on her face was all he needed.
He worked his hand, with the fingers still straight, back and forth now, back and 
forthshoving it harder into her each time.
At the base of his thumb where the hand was widest he encountered the first difficulty.
Her elastic membranes finally stopped yielding to him.
He pulled his hand back an inch or so, then started to push forward again. Harder this
time, rotating his hand as he did so.
Her juices flowed faster.
They started to coat the surface of his skin... and the lubricant made it easier for him to
slide his hand farther into her... and this time, he had no intentions of pulling his hand
back out.
Instead he began to curl his fingers around, and in the process, spread the walls of her
cunt even farther this time.
Twisting back and forth... back and forth... back and forth, he finally managed to get his
hand all the way up inside her. A fist. A fucking fist, up inside her pussy!
Her face was a mask of what looked like agony... but most likely wasn't. He didn't
know just what it was, however... but the closest thing he could come to was pleasure...
pleasure in pain.
"Shit, honey, where the hell have you been all my life," he asked.
"In your wet dreams," she said.
"Fucking right about that."
He turned his attention back to Kate, seeing as how Denise's hips were on automatic
now.
Her cunt walls, so loose and pliant only moments earlier as she'd tried to absorb the
whole of his fist, now were totally packed in around him, like a tight rubber suit.
Fucking amazing.
Kate's pussy, meanwhile, had never shown any signs of looseness.
Her walls were tight and elastic at the same time, but they never lost their grip on his
cock, squeezing him harder and harder...
He worked his hips against her, driving the shaft up into her body, rolling it around in
her cunt juices, pulling back out again... thrusting back in... pulling out...
He had a free hand, and she had two enormous tits bouncing around in front of him.
He started to squeeze them again, this time twisting and squeezing. She liked it. She
liked all of it. Seemed no matter what he did to them, they were into it.
Christ, where had these broads been when he was growing up? Maybe they could have
helped him iron out some of the kinks.
He lowered his lips to her other tit and took her nipple into his mouth. And he started
to bite.
And he just kept on biting that sucker, sinking his teeth farther and farther into her
flesh.
She loved it. Kept squirming against his cock, going crazy, rolling her hips around in
circles real fast... and pushing her tits against his face.
Denise was getting hot too. She seemed to be right on the edge of coming... and hell,
there wasn't anything he'd rather have done than to help her over the edge.
He gave his fist a little push... and it did the trick too.
He didn't actually hit her, inside her cunt that is, but he jammed his fist forward just as
hard as he possibly could.
Her back cunt wall seemed to explode from the pressure, but he realized in a second
that it was the violence of her muscle contractions that he'd apparently triggered.
She just about lost her balance, even though she was supporting herself against the oak
tree.
Her cunt walls squeezed in at his fist from all sides.
She screamed hard... harder... louder...
"Hey, you're gonna bring Ma and Pa Kettle and all their fucking kids, you keep that
up," he said.
His fist, he realized, was fucking trapped up in that pussy.
He pulled back, and all he got was some hard resistance from her cunt hole rim, that
now was compressed as hard as it could be compressed around his wrist.
He pulled again, but still it wouldn't yield.
Her body went into violent spasms now. Mad, driving spasms, hips shooting forward,
face completely transformed.
He wondered if he should ask them about switching, but it seemed that both of them
were having a good old time, and there didn't seem to be any point in bothering them.
He kept smashing his fist into her cunt, his cock into Kate's cunt, felt his balls moving
a little closer to the big moment.
Kate was the first to come. He knew she was coming by the way she threw her arms
around his shoulders and clutched him like a vine, and the way she wrapped her legs
around his waist and clutched him like a vine.
"GOD GOD GOD GOD GOD GOD GOD GOD GOD GOD GOD," she screamed,
over and over. That was the third clue.
Her pussy chewed on his cock. That was the fourth clue.
Denise picked up fast on Kate's vibrations, and about a second or two after Kate started
to come apart, she splattered all over Sammy's fist.
Orgasm in stereo!
Double your pleasure, by God... and double your fun.
He loved it. His balls loved it, and as they started to sputter into orgasm themselves, he
thought, for just a second, that he saw God. He was mistaken, of course, but it was a
nice moment anyway.
His cum spurted into her pussy, making what had already been a mushy swamp turn
into an ocean of goo.
His cock was totally suspended in juice. Her muscles, nonetheless, continued to squeeze
him, and he could still feel the movements of her muscles as they worked up and down
over the shaft of his cock.
"Yes... yes... yes... yes... yes..." she gasped..."more more more more more."
How was he supposed to get more then his fist in her cunt?
A damn good question, and one which, apparently, she wanted answered pretty damn
quick.
She kept repeating the word over and over... and even though he was ramming his fist
into Denise's cunt, she kept asking for it..."More... more... more..."
He saw her tits flopping around at high speed. Seemed to be the most natural thing in
the world for him to just reach over and slap one of them.
"YES!!" she screamed.
That must have been the ticket. He slapped them again. His cock was still inside Kate's
cunt and she was still coming and so he brought his hand back to her tits and slapped
them hard too.
She loved it. Went berserk.
He tried punching them now, like they were punching bags. Kept on squealing like a
stuck pig, but the orgasm s took off again, both of them.
He moved back to Denise, slapped her tits just as hard as he could... and then he
slugged them. Really hard.
She fell. Lost her balance. His fist was still in her cunt, but as she fell to the ground it
ripped out of her cunt hole.
Violently.
She hit the ground and started to moan and groan and whimper and flop around like a
fish out of water.
"God, don't stop," Kate said to him. "Keep it up."
He wrapped his arms around her now, supporting her on her ass and, finding his cock
still hard and throbbing, he drove it into her a final time, and sucked her tits into his
mouth, both nipples, and bit so hard he drew blood.
She slammed backwards and hit her head against the tree, and then went limp.
Denise had more or less stopped moving too, by now.
He pulled himself out of Kate and laid her on the ground.
He stared at them for a while, not sure what he was supposed to do with them.
And then, it all came in a flash.
Of course... there was only one thing for him to do.


Chapter 7

Meredith paced, nervously.
Never had she felt so restless... so caged.
She was in her studio, it was late.
She was about to explode. Her drawings had been doing that to her more and more
now.
Heat building inside her body, the more she contemplated the scenes she was rendering
on the parchment.
Her girls, still young, were turning more and more voluptuous. The scenes were openly
pornographic now. She'd sketched a girl masturbating with a long dildo, and as the
picture had taken shape she fancied she could actually feel the thing sliding in and out
of her cunt, stretching the walls, a dildo too long for her cunt to absorb the full length
of... and so when the tip touched the back, and she felt it pressing farther... farther...
farther... hurting her now... still pressing... hurting more... hurting... oh GOD! splitting
her!!!
She'd attempted a bondage scene as well. These were difficult for her. These were not
scenes that were simple. Two young girls, naked, one bound, the other clearly
dominant, threatened to become caricatures if not dealt with exactly so.
But she was proud of her sketches. There was life. There was passion... there was lust
there on the surface of the page.
Too much lust. So much that it reflected back to her... burned deep into her cunt, into
her soul... made her feel the pressure and the heat of her passion more and more
furiously.
She wore a large blue shirt, and that was all. The stool on which she sat was leather
coated and she liked the way it felt against her skin. The surface was slick and oily.
It was dark out. Jack was away this weekend on a business trip. She wondered what he
had the whores do for him when they came to his room.
Did he beat them...? Or did he ask them to beat him? That was a puzzle. There was
also the possibility that he wouldn't even bother with a whore. There was the possibility
that his lack of sexual desire was far more profound than anything she'd suspected in
the past.
And so, her body seethed, burning itself out, while her mind, unable to come to terms
with her sexual past, pushed her deeper and deeper into fantasy, the tip of which
process was represented in the gathering collection of sketches that surrounded her.
She moved her fingers to her cunt. The lips were already moist. She started to rub.

* * *

In the dark, the brute brain sparks to attention. Lacking language, there is no thought,
per se, only reflex, force, and action.
Muscles tense, a low growl rises in the throat.
He moves through the grass, approaching the fence. What was it that caught his
attention.
A scent? No... there seems to be none around, though he sniffs the ground closely.
What was it...?
It was a signal. A communication, sent through space, an intuitive apprehension that
there was something very wrong... something amiss.
And then his ultra-sensitive nostrils do pick up something. The scent was there after all,
and it is without a doubt alien.
The growl rose higher in his throat now... the beast moves swiftly, following the trail
from the fence, across the yard... to the garage.
The door is open a crack.
It is not supposed to be, but it is.
And the sense that there is something seriously amiss grows in his primitive brain.
He exists for one reason, to rule over his domain. His instincts all cry out for a
territoriality that seems to be his driving force. That territory has been invaded. The
intruder must be routed and destroyed.
He moves into the garage, waits a second, seeks his quarry in the vibrations rippling
through the air... and then, he knows. He hears... a thump thump thump perhaps... or
maybe a slight intake of breath.
He knows... and he approaches, the growl turning audible now, vicious. He raises his
upper lip, bares his teeth, prepares to strike.
Behind the large object, the quarry waits.
He leaps, and barks, and continues to bark... and prepares to strike, to bite, to go for
the throat, for the jugular...
And then... something happens.
A voice..."Hey... hey... there now... it's all right... take it easy..."
There is a soothing quality about that voice. There is no danger her. This is no intruder.
Vibrations come more powerfully now, drive deeper and deeper into his head, but this
time they are not vibrations of danger. They are soothing... calming vibrations, like a
light that is flashed in dark corners, revealing nothing threatening there, removing all
sense of danger.
He smells the man's body. There is no fear. And without fear, there can be no danger.
The animal's instincts tell him that.
A hand moves in the darkness. A steady hand. A sure hand. A hand that understands...
The hand touches him, scratches his head, his ears... rubs down his ribcage...
"Good dog... good dog," says the voice. "Lord fucking God, you're a big motherfucker,
aren't you?"
More stroking. A playful slap now. It feels good, comfortable. A brute animal like this
likes to know that he's in the presence of one who understands strength.
He is with his own.
Meredith's fingers were far up inside her pussy.
It occurred to her that the windows of her studio were large, that the curtains were up,
that perhaps there might be inquiring neighbors...
She didn't care. There was nothing to fear. The houses were far apart and well
surrounded by trees. She was, for all intents and purposes, isolated. She doubted that a
scream would even be heard.
Fortunately there was Duke, ever-ready, the only smart thing her husband had done
since moving here.
And so she stroked her pussy and her clit and coaxed all the heat and sensation she
could from them. She wanted to feel her body explode but she knew that was
impossible.
She long since accepted that she'd never be able to attain that climax on her own.
And there was no man to do it for her.
Nonetheless, she could come close.
Her body, always trembling at the brink of orgasm, now began to ease over the line.
She sucked in a deep breath, she started to shiver, she focused directly on her clit,
finally allowing the edge of her fingernail to press directly down onto it.
She cried out, her body, for one brief shining moment, turned to light, and she was lost,
suspended in a no sphere of sensation.
It was far too short. She swiftly returned to normal and pulled her fingers out of her
cunt.
"Now lick them clean," the voice said behind her.
She lept from her stool, whipped her lithe body around and stared in shock and horror
at the man standing before her.
He smiled, and it was a smile that contained not a spark of human emotion.
"My God... what do you want?"
"I told you, doll. I want to see you lick them clean."
"Get out of here."
"You maybe didn't hear me."
"I said get out of here. How... how...?" How'd he get past Duke?
The man smiled. "I've always had a way with animals... yep. That's what you were
asking me, right? 'Cept you couldn't get it out. You wanted to know how I got past that
monster you got down there?"
She backed away from him now... backed right into her stool again.
"Oh!" she cried, moving forward again.
"Get back on the stool."
"Don't hurt me."
She started to shake as she spoke.
"Just do what I tell you, and maybe I won't."
"Please..." she begged. Her voice was quivering. He said nothing, but looked around the
room.
Meredith, not thinking clearly at all now, slipped her naked buttocks back on the stool.
The wet juices that had flowed from her pussy were now cool and sticky.
He smiled (or had he ever actually stopped smiling?) and moved to the numerous
windows.
He pulled the shades one by one. "No sense in giving the neighbors a show, is there?"
"What are you going to do to me?"
He said nothing.
"My husband's coming back soon."
"So?"
"He's going to kill you."
"Yeah? Well shucks, that's a show I'd like to see. Duel of the fucking Titans, right?"
The shades were drawn.
He reached into his pocket and pulled out the ugliest knife she'd ever seen.
"You and me, hon, we're gonna get along okay, you understand?"
She started to cry.
"Now, come on, cut that out. Let's not have any of that shit, huh?"
He was walking towards her, holding the knife as though it were a soda straw.
He was in front of her now.
"Spread your legs."
She kept crying. "Please..." she pleaded.
He said, "Go on. Spread them."
She opened her thighs. He looked down at her cunt, stared at it for a long time.
All she could see was the thin silver blade. It looked sharp as a razor.
Her stomach was a bottomless pit.
He reached his other hand out now and wrapped it around her breasts.
"My Lord... you got yourself a set underneath that baggy shirt, don't you?"
She cried harder.
He squeezed, and then jerked backwards, as if trying to rip her breast from her body.
"You cut that out, you hear?"
She started to cry uncontrollably.
He slapped her across the face. It stung and the pain lingered.
"Cut it out," he said.
She stopped, but her body continued to be wracked by violent shudders.
He pulled her shirt away from her body now, placed the sharp edge of the knife to the
material and carved a circular patch from it.
When he released the material, her nipple fit perfectly through the hole, and the rest of
her breast as well. The fleshy globe hung outside the blue work shirt and he began to
play with it "Cute damn tittie you got there. Tell me, the other one this nice?"
No answer.
"Don't know, huh? Well, reckon I'll just have to find out myself."
He cut a hole in the other side of her shirt, pulled her other breast through it.
"Lord... yeah... that's fine. Really fine."
She dared not move. The point of the knife was mere inches away from her nipples.
He said, "You wanna have some fun, or what?"
She said nothing.
He moved the knife closer to her breasts. "Answer me."
"P-Please..."
"You ain't answering me. You wanna have some fun..."
Then he let out a long low whistle.
"Holy shit, what have we here?"
He picked up the most recent sketch she'd been working on.
"You do this?"
No answer. He slapped her across the cheek again. "You do this?"
"Yes," she said.
"My God... you're a filthy little slut, aren't you?"
She closed her eyes.
The picture was the most bizarre one yet. A girl crouched on a bed, naked buttocks in
the air, her companion standing behind her with a small cat-o-nine-tails.
"Shit... that ass is getting a good workout, ain't it?"
No answer.
"Say, you know what I think, I think that it's not just that little slut's ass getting a taste
of that whip. You know what I think? I think it's getting laid right into that nice wet
slit... that's what I think."
He stared at the picture some more, then back at Meredith. "Say. Am I right?" She said,
"You have all the answers, you tell me."
"Okay. I'll tell you. I think that's what's happening. That's what I think. And you know
what else I think? I think you like it. Yeah... that's what I think. How about it? You like
that shit?"
She said nothing. There was nothing to say.
He reached for her cunt now, slid a finger up inside her. "You're wet, Momma. You got
yourself a dripping pussy. You know what I think? I think you don't have no husband
coming home. That's what I think. On account of, if you did, why the fuck would you
be diddling your clit like I seen you doing for the past twenty minutes out there in the
back yard? Or, maybe he is coming home, but if so, I'll bet you good money he don't
fuck you worth a damn. And I'll just bet you're dying for a hot cock, aren't you?"
She said nothing.
He said, "Tell me. Talk to me, lady. Or I'm gonna have to provide all the answers
myself, and you better believe, I'll provide them my way, I do something like that."
She said, "You'll do whatever you want. There's nothing I can do to stop you, is there?"
He smiled more broadly than ever. "Hey you know, you're not too stupid, I'll tell you
that. Let's go."
"Please..."
His hand slashed out faster than she could see. He grabbed her shirt at the collar and
pulled it out from her body. He whipped the knife down her front.
The edge sliced straight down the material and opened it. He pulled it away from her
tits and flipped it back over her shoulders. In less then two seconds he had it off her
body and she was naked.
She slid off the chair and followed him.
Sometimes it was like having vipers and wasps in his brain. He'd get alone with a cunt
like this one, somewhere no one was ever gonna hear her scream, and he'd realize he
could do anything he wanted, any fucking thing he wanted. All he had to do was show
the balls. That's it.
And the one thing Sammy Teague had was cojones.
She was shivering pretty badly now... looking at him like she was a scared rabbit.
"What are you going to do to me?"
"I'm gonna make you get on the bed, first of all. That's what I'm gonna do."
She looked at the bed, looked back at him, then looked at the bed again. "Please... you
don't have to hurt me. I'll do whatever you tell me to do."
"Good. Get on the bed."
She did so. Her breasts were high and fine, sticking straight out like they'd never heard
of any such thing as gravity.
He said, "Roll over. Stick your ass up in the air."
She was crying again, silently this time, saying little.
He said, "Go on... do it. Do what I told you to do."
He was getting a kick out of this.
It really turned him on!
She slowly obeyed him.
Rolling onto her stomach she slowly began to raise her firm, round ass into the air.
Her tits hung down almost to the bed.
Sammy wanted to just stand there a while and stare... CHRIST! she was fine.
That's the problem with fine women, you couldn't enjoy them all that long without
using them up, like a tank of gasoline or something.
Like, the one thing he'd like more than anything else would be to reach down and get a
firm grip on each one of those sweet little titties and then start to squeezing and then
those vipers and wasps would start to slither and ooze through his mind and everything
would get weird and funny and kind of twisted and his muscles, they'd start to working
on their own, and his head would get light and there'd be this sudden infusion of red
all over his thoughts like someone dumped a bucket of red over his brain...
And then, from that point on, he'd be out. Cold... and when he woke up... well,
sometimes it was a real fucking mess, that's what it was.
He thought about those two sweet numbers out on the interstate... Kate and Denise...
and then he decided that it wasn't worth the trouble to go thinking about them after all,
this being the present and that being the past and sometimes it was like having vipers
and wasps in his brain. He'd get alone with a cunt like this one, somewhere no one was
ever gonna hear her scream, and he'd realize he could do anything he wanted, any
fucking thing he wanted. All he had to do was show the balls. That's it.
And the one thing Sammy Teague had was cojones.
She was shivering pretty badly now... looking at him like she was a scared rabbit.
"What are you going to do to me?"
"I'm gonna make you get on the bed, first of all. That's what I'm gonna do."
She looked at the bed, looked back at him, then looked at the bed again. "Please... you
don't have to hurt me. I'll do whatever you tell me to do."
"Good. Get on the bed."
She did so. Her breasts were high and fine, sticking straight out like they'd never heard
of any such thing as gravity.
He said, "Roll over. Stick your ass up in the air."
She was crying again, silently this time, saying little.
He said, "Go on... do it. Do what I told you to do."
He was getting a kick out of this.
It really turned him on!
She slowly obeyed him.
Rolling onto her stomach she slowly began to raise her firm, round ass into the air.
Her tits hung down almost to the bed.
Sammy wanted to just stand there a while and stare... CHRIST! she was fine.
That's the problem with fine women, you couldn't enjoy them all that long without
using them up, like a tank of gasoline or something.
Like, the one thing he'd like more than anything else would be to reach down and get a
firm grip on each one of those sweet little titties and then start to squeezing and then
those vipers and wasps would start to slither and ooze through his mind and everything
would get weird and funny and kind of twisted and his muscles, they'd start to working
on their own, and his head would get light and there'd be this sudden infusion of red
all over his thoughts like someone dumped a bucket of red over his brain...
And then, from that point on, he'd be out. Cold... and when he woke up... well,
sometimes it was a real fucking mess, that's what it was.
He thought about those two sweet numbers out on the interstate... Kate and Denise...
and then he decided that it wasn't worth the trouble to go thinking about them after all,
this being the present and that being the past and hell, there wasn't anything you could
do about the past but the present, well, hell, that was just waiting to turn into the
future, and as any schoolboy knows, the future ain't here yet, man.
He lay a hand across her buttocks. "That's sweet," he said. "That's really sweet."
Then he looked at that crack running down between her buttocks, looked farther
between her legs and saw where her pussy slit started up and he got to thinking that
there was something missing... something that would have made things look a fuck of a
lot better.
He walked over to her dresser and said, "Where you keep your frillies?"
She said nothing.
"Hey Babe, I'm talking to you."
She still said nothing.
He said, "You gonna answer me, or are you gonna piss me off?"
She sobbed a reply, and he realized she was crying pretty hard, only she seemed to be
doing it silently.
"The... the drawer... the second drawer..." she said, haltingly.
"There you go... now that's what I call cooperation. Ain't it better when you work as a
team with someone? Fuck... the potential's unlimited."
He pulled open the drawer and let out a long low whistle.
"Shit, you got yourself some heavy duty fantasies, don't you?"
No answer. None was needed, however. He'd pegged her right.
He lifted up a pair and saw right off that it wasn't no accident she'd been sitting there
in front of the open windows with her pussy hanging out.
Damn, if these were the things she wore to 'cover' it, it seemed she didn't ever think
too hard about really covering the damn thing.
He stared right through the material, like it was air.
"What's the point of something like this?" he asked her, holding up a small triangle of
flimsy gauzy material, pulled in by the elastic at the edges.
He chuckled to himself and tossed it onto the bed.
Yeah, that'd come in handy, sometime.
He looked further. There were other styles, some smaller, some more conventional, but
then he stumbled upon one that really tickled his funny bone.
"Fucking Christ, I know what this is all about, girl. You got yourself a pair of them
crotchless things, don't you? Things split right down the old pussy slit, don't they,
huh?"
He ran his whole fist through what would ordinarily be a closed crotchpiece.
But from the waistband in front, all the way through to the back, these formed two
equal halves, joined only at those two points, the rest meant to slide between her legs
and form a perfect opening, permitting fucking without having to take them off.
Yeah well, that was alright, but he didn't mind taking the panties off before fucking.
Except that fucking wasn't what he had in mind right now.
He was started to get a clear picture of what he had in mind... but he didn't quite know
how to put it all together yet.
Things were confused in his head. He was trying to beat back the wasps and the vipers,
but they were having a fun time with him, and once they got going there just didn't
seem to be much chance in getting rid of them. They could pretty much tell him what
and where to go, when to do it, how hard, and how long too.
He tossed the crotchless wonders back in the drawer. He'd get back to them.
There was a better idea now.
He removed another pair, this more conventionally cut, and turned back to study the
perfect target of her asshole sticking out between her trembling buttocks. Her face
pressed against the mattress, just the way he'd told her to do.
Her legs were together, but he'd take care of that, just as soon as he tended to this little
task here.
"You hang on, doll," he said. "I'll be right back."
There was a bathroom adjoining the bedroom and he dropped her panties in the sink,
ran the water and soaked them.
He rang them out pretty tight, then thought better of it and ran a little more water
through them again, making sure they were good and soaked.
"Put these on, Babe," he told her. He tossed them onto her back.
"OH GOD!" she cried. "What did you do?" She reached around for them, and then
said, "OH..." seeing that they were just wet.
Then she looked up at him again.
"Don't do this thing to me," she said.
"Fuck, what thing is that? You don't have the faintest idea what I'm getting ready to do.
Go on... put 'em over that sweet pussy. Pull 'em up over that tight ass, and pull 'em up
all the way. Don't want no slack."
She slipped her feet through the elastic, slowly, moving like she was half asleep.
That was all right. Sammy figured he had all the time he needed. She pulled them up,
crying harder now, openly. "It's cold... they're soo cold..."
"Yeah... don't sweat it. I'll warm you up fast enough."
He pulled open a couple more drawers and found what he was looking for.
Stockings.
Long, tan nylon stockings. He didn't know how many he was going to need so he
pulled out all he could find.
Fuck, there was always SOMETHING on a girl to tie up.
She started to babble again when she saw what he was holding and he said, "Why the
fuck don't you just calm down? I don't want to hear any more, you got that?"
She was begging him... pleading with him... Yet... what the hell was it about her?
Something was out of place. Something didn't make it. She was saying "NO NO NO
NO NO..."
But her voice... it had a different sound.
Like she could hardly get the words out, and it wasn't just because she had a belly full
of fear, either.
Shit... she was hot! All this crying shit... it was a mask. He couldn't have told you how
he knew, but he KNEW!
"Move up to the head of the bed," he told her, ignoring her pleas.
She watched as he stacked the pillows on the bed against the headboard, one atop the
next. "Come on," he said, patting the pillows now, "get your head up here."
"What are you going-"
"YOU'LL FIND OUT SOON ENOUGH, DAMN IT! NOW MOVE!!"
She flinched.
Meanwhile, Sammy's cock was throbbing hard and hot inside his pants. He was feeling
real lightheaded now, and that red glow that he was so familiar with was starting to
cover the whole room.
This fucking cunt better get to where he told her to get before he went and lost
everything... because then she'd find that he didn't have a fucking lick of patience, and
Sammy Teague impatient was not a pretty sight.
She moved up next to the pillows on the bed now.
Sammy guided her into position, then instructed her to raise her ass up into the air
once more. High as she knew how.
"Up onto your head, leaning against the pillows," he finally said when she didn't seem
to catch on.
She extended her legs, farther, farther, feet pressing against the mattress, ass up in the
air with her buttocks spread wide...
He reached under her body and pushed, giving her that final boost that she needed.
Her back fell against the pillows and was supported by the headboard.
Her legs spilled every which way but that didn't matter, he had a plan for them real
quick.
It was her pussy that fascinated him.
Suddenly she wasn't hiding it any more.
The thing was sticking out all pink and wet... and glowing! Yeah! That's what it was
doing, it was glowing.
He worked fast now, tying a slip knot in one end of each of two stockings and slipping
them around her ankles, then pulling them tight.
At each corner of the headboard a knob presented itself, a perfect fixture around which
to tie the free ends of the stockings.
Her legs were nice and supple, spreading wide. "Shit, you got great joints," he told her.
"You a dancer?"
No answer.
"What about it? You a dancer or what?"
"I'm just in good shape," she said through clenched teeth. Her head was kind of
scrunched up against her breast bone and talking wasn't real easy. He figured that must
be what the problem was, she just couldn't find an easy way to talk.
Because she surely couldn't be trying on purpose to be anti-social, could she?
Not when deep down inside that twisted little head of hers she really wanted it so bad?
He pulled her legs tight, then decided that something needed to be done about her
arms as well, and so he worked them behind her back, tied them tight and stepped back
to survey his handiwork.
Her breasts were still jutting out, but this time gravity was pulling on them, drawing
them up towards her face.
They were still the prettiest he'd seen in a long time. Firm and round, tight little nipple
at the ends that seemed to be stiff and swollen.
He reached down now and gave them a good squeeze, feeling a current of energy surge
out of his balls as he did so, then fill his entire body with a hot rush of sensation.
He pinched her nipples, both of them, started to jiggle her tits hard as he held them by
the nipples, sent wave after rolling, wave into her body, shaking her tit mounds as hard
and fast as he was able, finally.
He then looked up to her crotch.
The wet material was glued to her cunt slit, the lips were already spread far apart due to
the position of her thighs.
Her clit... now there was the real payoff, if ever there was one.
That little berry of hard packed nerves was clearly visible beneath the transparent,
material, and it was sticking up a good distance beyond the edges of her cunt lips.
Sammy knew just what he wanted to do with her now.
He pulled his belt out of his pants and climbed onto the bed.


Chapter 8

He stared at her pussy for a good long while.
Even though he appeared calm on the surface, however, there was much happening
inside his brain and his body.
It was a slow gathering of the clouds of madness, the madness that spawns action.
Raw force, amoral, knowing nothing of right and wrong, good and evil...
It was an ambivalence that he summoned now, that began to shed it's awesome light
around his body, surging through him now, filling him with the flames of a passion too
terrible to be contained. Too fierce to be acknowledged.
The red glow deepened, seeming to flash from the surface of every object in the room.
He breathed deeply, felt the muscles in his finger and his thighs turn taut.
He continued to breathe, focusing his gaze on her pussy, that open slit pressed up
against the wet material of her panties.
He raised an arm now, but the moment was not yet upon him. He was still gathering
the forces, the tension was mounting.
The pressure in his head was exceeded only by the pressure in his cock.
And then, finally, he swung.
The tip of the belt cracked down hard against the material of her panties.
She screamed.
He said, "Yeah..." very softly to himself Her body jerked madly in what seemed to be
every direction at once.
She screamed some more, waiting for the next blow to fall.
He said, "You're gonna love this," and he heard his voice, and it was soft, and calm,
and nowhere was there a hint of the passion that had been unleashed inside his body,
and he was pleased with himself.
He raised his arm again, he swung the belt, the leather cracked against her cunt and the
interceding membrane of wet silky material conducted the pain with intense force
straight into the flaming nerves of her clit.
And once again she screamed, and her body reacted, and her muscles rippled.
She babbled now, speaking in a language that no human ears had ever heard before.
Incoherent words, thoughts that had no relation to the world..
And the madness in her eyes.
He stared down at her face, turned up to him, fear written across her features...
He swung the belt again and studied every minute change in her lips her cheeks the
position of her muscles beneath the surface of her creamy smooth skin.
Her breasts beckoned. He couldn't ignore them. They were too beautiful, too perfect.
They were two inviting targets for his lust, and now he swung the belt, and he landed a
fierce blow directly across the surface of her left nipple.
And the same screams followed, like the notes to a strange avant gard composition.
'Apassionata For Single Voice'.
He rolled his belt around his palm now, until there was only about a foot and a half
hanging free.
Then he started to rake his hand back and forth over her tits, smacking 
the end of the leather against her breasts again and again and again.
Over and over...
Screams increasing in intensity... moving back to her pussy...
Then back to her breasts.
Back to her pussy, and farther, to her ass... her asshole... pulling the material aside now
and spanking her with the flat of his belt against her naked pussy slit.
The moisture coating her membranes was not from her panties.
It was from the thick flow of juices that still oozed from inside her pussy.
She was hot. Hotter than he was, if that was possible.
She was screaming in pain... agony... and yet, she was hot. Digging it. There wasn't any
way she was going to hide that from him. He could tell easily.
He said, "You got a real thing for this, don't you, Babe?"
No answer. He swung his belt as hard as he could, bringing it down across her pussy
and then whipping it from side to side across her stomach and lower ribs, until he was
back to her breasts again, whipping them to a brilliant red hue.
"Don't you?" he asked again.
Still no answer.
He reached for her cunt. "Sheeeeeeiiiiiit!
There's more pussy juice here than a pureed cat!"
He rubbed her clit, said, "You're really there. Look at this shit... fucking clit's harder
than a rock. You don't have no point now telling me otherwise. You love it."
He started to pinch her clit.
She still didn't say anything, but her hips began to roll around a little bit, writhing the
way any broad would if she was getting hot and horny.
He kept pinching, sliding a second finger in from his other hand, spreading her pussy
hole as he did so.
She gasped, she cried out, she moaned, she groaned, and always, she kept thrusting her
hips forward, slamming them into his fingers, and hands, trying, is seemed, to make the
pain even more intense.
"God. God... God..."she shouted in a burst of energy that, in itself, was nearly orgasmic.
She moaned again, her hips jerked wildly about.
Sammy dropped his pants. Shit, there was no point in putting off the inevitable, was
there?
He moved closer to her, set his cock between her tits now, pressed hard... rubbed the
head back and forth over her nipples...
Then, as he dragged it up over her stomach towards her cunt, he left a wet trail behind
him where his juices oozed out of the tip.
He said, "You gonna love this, doll."
He was standing up on the bed now, and his cock was roughly cunt level.
He leaned forward. This angle was just about as ass-backwards as you could ever hope
to get, but there wasn't any reason he could see to hold off, even with that.
He touched the head to her cunt, first focusing on her clit and then moving to her hole.
The thing was wet and quivering, and it seemed that when he touched the glans itself
to the inner membranes and started to spread her hole apart, she fucking went berserk.
"Jesus... Jesus... Jesus..." she gasped over and over, "I can't take it."
"The fucking hell you can't. Who you think you're fooling?"
He let the thing slowly glide into her, feeling her body grip him all the more tightly the
deeper he went.
"Mmmmmm... oh yeah, Babe, you got a nice hole there, and an even nicer pouch for
me to stick my cock into. Yeah... yeah..."
The thing slid all the way to the bottom, and although he had to tilt his hips forward at
a strangely awkward angle, he didn't mind.
The sheath of her cunt was magnificent, the sensations exquisite.
Things she was doing to his cock he'd have been willing to bet were either illegal or else
humanly impossible.
She started to stroke his cock with her cunt walls. YEAH!
Muscles rippling up and down the length of his shaft started to feel to him like small
sensuous fingers pulling on his cock, milking it. Her body heaved against him now,
hard, as if counting on him not to yield, to remain firm and solid for her cunt to work
against.
His balls were hurting, they were filled up and they were ready to explode.
He'd unloaded a good deal of cum on those two big-titted bimbos on the interstate...
but that didn't seem to be stopping his cock from getting hard, by golly.
He needed it... and he knew that there wasn't any way he was going to stop it.
He shoved deep, deep, deep all the way down into her cunt, stretching the back wall
and smashing up against the rim of her cunt hole.
His balls splatted back and forth gently against her pussy hair, despite the fact that he
was burrowing into her as hard as he could.
His jism started to flow, and as soon as the first hot wad hit her cunt walls, she seemed
to switch on.
"YEAH!!" she screamed, and then immediately followed it up by more. "YEAH YEAH
YEAH YEAH!!"
Over and over.
Again and again.
She moaned... she groaned... she thrashed about, pulling at her bonds, finding it
impossible to break them, for which she seemed actually grateful.
Every time her body arched and her muscles bulged with tension as she pulled against
them, she then released a massive breath with a hard groan, as though that alone was
what she had been craving, and then, she would immediately begin again.
"Yes... yes... yes... yes..." she cried, over and over.
Sammy was tapped out.
His cock was already starting to wilt.
His balls were drained, and, quite frankly, he was completely obliterated himself.
Whipping a girl is not the easiest thing in the world. Aside from the physical exertion,
involved, there's the arousal factor, which is damned tiring in itself.
And his body had gotten the fire of arousal all through it, by God.
He pulled back, and she kept moaning.
"No... no... no..." she cried, "Don't! Please... DON'T STOP!!"
Hell... what the fuck was she getting at? What did she want of him.
She gasped and her face was twisted in what appeared to be pain.
He knew better.
She wasn't in pain, she was fucking on the edge of insanity, and she wanted to stay
there.
"Bastard," she hissed. "You got me here, now you're going to leave me..."
He shook his head. This was something he hadn't encountered before... usually, by this
time, they were whimpering and crying and begging him and pleading him... and for
some reason that just fed the red glow, turning it hotter and hotter...
But this hadn't ever happened before.
Bitch didn't want him to stop, by God.
He wasn't sure what to do about it, but he knew one thing, he wanted it to keep up.
And he didn't know how to do it. He reached out and touched her clit again, and that
seemed to satisfy her for a moment as she shifted her hips into high gear and started to
thrash them about with an even greater intensity than before.
He pinched it and squeezed it and scraped his fingers over it...
But it wasn't enough.
This bitch needed something really special to put that fire out.
And then, the idea came to him.
He started to chuckle, and then he hopped off the bed and said, "You hang on, doll,
I've got an idea and I think you're gonna love it."
"What are you doing? Where are you going?
Don't leave me here!"
"Cool it! I'll be right back."
Then he put on his pants and tossed his shirt over his back and trotted downstairs and
out the back door.


Chapter 9

Her cunt burned. She'd known the ache of lust unfulfilled for months... but this was
something new. That lust had been a dull throbbing sensation, one that seemed to be
permanently frozen at some subconscious level of perception... but now, having felt his
cock and her body's nerves having been brutally shocked back to full awakened lust and
sensation, her pussy burned. It wanted more.
Her body wanted more, and there seemed to be no end to the passionate currents now
that were flowing unchecked through her body.
All her muscles ached, all her joints felt as though they were about to come unhinged.
"God... more... more... more..." he'd begged her rapist.
Demented psychopath that he was, his crazed eyes and hot cruel hand had still
managed to make her feel more exquisitely alive than anything she'd even dreamed of
in the past year... and longer!
And now she was alone, and the only fear that gripped her was that the passion might
fade, that she might lapse back into that half-sleep that had characterized her life for so
long... and there was truly no worse fate than that that she could imagine.
And then, finally, she heard him again.
What had he done? Was he bringing a hose... a shovel... a spade...
Was she to be raped now with a rake handle...? Perhaps a power drill?
Beyond reason as she was, none of those options struck her as particularly abusive.
A little kinky, perhaps, but her body and mind were both ready. She would take
anything...
And then she heard it.
A loud, deep animal sound. A bark. Duke.
Barking. Trotting up the stairs with him... and then she knew what it was that he had in
mind...
And the flames of lust already burning in her pussy now responded as though ignited
by some highly volatile fuel... and she felt what was left of her brain dissolve.
He walked back into the room and said, "Hey Babe, how you doing?"
She said nothing, just lay there on the bed and stared at him.
He looked down at the dog.
She looked at the dog.
The dog just sat. It was amazing. A vicious killer brute, docile as a lamb.
She stared back at the man again, wondering what it was that he had inside, what
strange power he exerted.
He'd obliterated her... and then he'd conquered their guard dog...
It occurred to her then that the way he'd gained entrance to their property was much
more insidious than she'd thought before.
He'd simply slipped past Duke, causing not the slightest bark or whimper to rise in the
animal's throat.
There was a force here that went beyond mere mindless violence.
The man was clearly a psychopath... but he was more than that. He was much more.
"So, sport," he said, "you doing all right?" She said nothing.
"Hey sport, you got cum all over your cunt. Sonofagun, now how you suppose that
happened?"
He hopped up on the bed, rubbed her body some more, reaching down to her tits and
giving each one a playful squeeze.
"Say... now there's a nice feeling, yessir, soft titties waiting to be played with.
Then he looked down at the dog. "You ever play with Fido there?"
She didn't say anything.
"Come on, be sweet, answer me. I want someone to talk to."
She said, "You're sick."
"That so? Well, whatever I got, you must have some of it too. I keep thinking you were
begging me not to leave you a few minutes ago."
"I... I..." he stammered, then faltered. She didn't know what to say... or think.
He clapped his hands. "Come on... up here, boy, let's go!"
The dog gave a happy, playful yelp and hopped up onto the bed in a single bound.
He landed with a plop in the center of the mattress, causing the bedsprings to sag.
He then reacted with a bit of fear, not quite knowing what to do about the unstable
springs.
"Easy..." said the man... "just take it easy... everything's gonna be just fine. You'll see. It's
all right... all right..."
Meredith listened, not quite believing.
It was one thing for him to be able to so easily calm down the dog...
But it was another altogether for that same voice to exercise a soothing effect on her as
well.
But it was happening. As he spoke, she felt the tension slowly draining from her body.
The pain that had seized her so completely seemed now to have subsided and in its
place left only a warm glow of pleasure.
He got Duke to sit now, then returned to her.
"So, sport, you want more, huh? I got something la mind... if I can get this little mutt
here to cooperate. You think maybe you might be up for that?"
He chuckled. She knew what he was thinking... that she would react with horror... with
shock... with nausea.
Well... part of her did just that. But there was another part of her that returned at once
to that moment years ago, when, on the living room rug, she allowed herself to submit
to another brute, an animal, an alien consciousness...
And even though her father thought he'd been punishing her severely by forcing her to
fuck the dog, the only thing that had happened was that there'd been an imprint etched
on her brain, one lying dormant for all these years, until now, at this very moment, the
forces sprang once more to life... and her pussy glowed as never before.
She wanted it.
She couldn't help herself.

* * *

"We think we've located him," said detective, looking Susanna Corby over with the cool
detachment of a professional. A professional who felt nothing but annoyance towards
fools who didn't have enough brains to keep themselves out of trouble. He didn't
believe her story for a second, and there wasn't anything he could have offered as hard
evidence, but somehow, there were vibes that produced dissonant overtones every time
she told her story.
She nodded. "How do you know?"
"Well, a car was located belonging to two girls. The car was in a town they never were
supposed to go near on their trip. They did, however, pass the same rest-stop on the
interstate highway where your car was found abandoned.
"That's a pretty slim clue."
"It's less than that, except that I think it's the ticket."
"What if you're wrong?"
"What's wrong, Dr. Corby? Don't you want us to catch this creep? He raped you,
didn't he? Left you tied up for a day. Purest coincidence you were discovered when you
were. You could be still tied to that bed. He knew what he was doing."
"He must have been a boy scout," she said.
He looked her over. Beautiful woman, no question about it, with an exterior cold as ice.
It didn't surprise him a bit that she might have fallen for a deranged maniac like him.
That she might have turned her back on all professionalism, that she might have
succumbed to her cunt over her brain...
Sure... he could believe it.
It made sense. Repressed instincts, afraid to be a woman in a man's occupation. Afraid
to admit that she's human too... christ, how many years? And then, when the dam
finally breaks, it goes all to fucking hell and she takes off after the lowest turd in
creation.
"Dr. Corby, you wouldn't mind going over the situation that led to your captivity once
more, would you?"
"Yes I would, Lieutenant. We've been over it before, and I'm afraid that I-"
"Listen, I think you can help me with this guy, and I need to know all that I can about
him. You gonna be cool, or not?"
She stared at him. "What are you getting at?"
"I don't want him to wind up under the care of some other shrink in the future,
Doctor. I want him to fry in the chair, and you can help me. But I need to know
everything I can about him."
"I've told you everything."
"I don't think you have."
She said, "Thank you, Lieutenant, that will be all, good day."
She tried to close the door to her apartment, but it wouldn't close.
"Would you please get your foot out of the door?"
"Look, I can push my theory that you helped him escape... but I'd rather not."
She froze. No denial. That's all he needed. Once again his instincts were dead solid
perfect.
"I meant that. I'd rather not. People do strange things, and just because they don't
always conform with rules and guideline and laws doesn't necessarily mean they're
wrong."
She looked up at him, her face pale and her lips pinched and thin.
"Can we talk?"
She let him in.

* * *

Sammy rubbed her cunt now, and said to the dog, "Come here, boy. Come on. Let's
have us a little pussy. What do you say?"
He stared at the mutt, knowing the brute couldn't understand a word he was saying,
knowing also that there was no need for him to understand. He could communicate
with them at a deeper level. He knew how to make them do just what he wanted.
He snapped his fingers now, holding them just over her cunt slit, and the dog moved
forward.
"All right," he said enthusiastically, letting the tone of his voice carry his meaning.
The dog started to sniff Sammy's fingers.
"Taste that, boy? That there's pussy juice, pure and unrefined. You like it, don't you?"
The dog sniffed for a second or two and then started to lick along the tips of Sammy's
fingers.
"Hey hey... what about that, Babe? The little fucker's going for it."
She lay there looking up at them. "Not fucking talkative, are you?" asked Sammy.
She still wouldn't talk.
"That's all right, doll... you don't need to say anything. You done said it all before. I
know where you're at, and what you're looking for, you betcha!"
Now he moved his fingers up between her still bound legs, resting them right on top of
her cunt slit.
The dog kept licking. Kept slurping the juice off Sammy's fingers.
He slipped the tip of his third finger between her lips and ran it around the walls of her
cunt chamber.
Pussy juice everywhere. Some of it was his jism as well, that was true. But most of it
came from this sweet pussy in front of him.
By God... she was one fuck of a fine woman. Really class act perfect.
He said, "So look, doll, you and this pooch, you're gonna have some fun, okay, and I'm
gonna be like the ringmaster, alright? Shit, I always wanted to run way when I was a
kid and join the circus. Now's my chance, right?" Then he gave her an enthusiastic
smack on her thigh and said "Hey hey hey!!"
The mutt was still licking his fingers, and as he dipped them down into her pussy and
brought them up again, that wet floppy tongue rolled over them and slurped up the
new layer of thick oily juice.
"Okay, boy," said Sammy, "here we go. Get ready."
And he slowly spread his fingers apart.
Underneath, there were some very interesting things going on, from the dog's
perspective, and he wanted the dog to catch on to that fact.
Her pink membranes now showed through his fingers, and as he pressed them into her
cunt lips the tissues started to rise up between his fingers.
The dog got more enthusiastic in his licking movements, pushing his tongue deeper
and deeper into her cunt.
"I think he likes it," said Sammy.
Shit! SHE liked it as well.
There was that faraway look in her eyes, the kind a woman got when she was getting all
her needs met. You didn't hardly ever see a woman with that kind of look in her eyes,
and there was a good reason for it.
Hardly any of them were walking around satisfied.
And none of them knew that there was more waiting for them, if only they knew where
to look.
"Like to me," he said aloud, as if she'd been following his train of thought.
She moaned, nodding slowly... hell, maybe she had been following.
Maybe she could read minds.
The dog could read his mind, why not her?
He slowly removed his hand from her pussy now and the dog kept his tongue right on
her cunt lips.
Sammy spread the slit wide and the dog licked with even more enthusiasm.
Sammy had an image of excitement in his head. What the fuck did excitement look
like, he wondered? No matter, he was projecting it now, and there was no doubt the
dog was picking up on it. Fucker was receiving all messages loud and clear, no doubt
about that.
His tail never stopped wagging.
At the same time, this little lady here was starting to wag her own tail, and it had a
nice, sweet look to it, the way her hips were rolling around against the pillows...
He pulled on her cunt lips, pulled out, and up, stretching the membranes beneath her
clit so that the nub of flesh, already tightly packed and rising up between her lips, now
protruded even farther.
He guided the dog's attention to her clit. He didn't even need to say anything now.
Some kind of circuit was opened between the two of them.
He could tell, because no sooner did he start to concentrate on the woman's clit then
the dog pressed his tongue against the small shaft and licked with even more intensity.
He said, "You know what?"
She said nothing, and so he slapped her ass. "I'm talking to you, girl."
Nothing.
"I said, you know what?"
"What?" she said finally.
"I think you're getting off on this. That's what I think."
She said nothing.
But her hips were still moving.
"You know what else?"
"What?"
"I think this poor pooch needs a little more stimulation. That's what I think."
He untied one of her hands.
"Come on... don't be a prude. Touch the poor thing. Here he's giving you a tongue job
like you've never gotten before in your whole damn life, and you're too selfish to give
him back anything? Shame on you."
He was taunting her. He had no way of knowing that she'd gotten precisely this kind of
tongue job once before in her life, that she'd never really forgotten it, and that this was
simply bringing a delicious memory back to life.
She looked back behind her head, looked at the dog, followed the underside of his belly
down... down... down... between his hind legs...
He pushed against her pussy mound some more now.
The dog's tongue was all over the place, pressing against the moist membranes,
focusing particularly against the protruding clit.
He heard the sound and tempo of her breathing slowly change.
Yeah... there was no way you could fool him. He knew. He knew where she was
coming from... by God.
She was getting so fucking hot now she couldn't stand it.
She stared at the dog's cock now...
He saw her.
"What do you think, Babe? Sweet looking tool, huh?"
She said nothing.
He said, "Go on... do it."
And then, she slowly reached her hands out to the dog.


Chapter 10

When Meredith touched the slimy cock, she almost had second thoughts, pulling back
with a violent shudder.
But her fingers felt somehow compelled to move back again, to touch once more the
slick, almost greasy surface of the animal's cock.
The thing was sticking out really far now. It was a brilliant pink, and it seemed to be
darkening by the second.
But the most incredible thing was something she'd remembered all these years... it's
shape. It was barbed. The thing actually was barbed in appearance, and now that the
animal was starting to get aroused the barbs were starting to flare out far from the sides
of the shaft.
She stared, feeling helpless, compelled by drives and urges deep inside her body, none
of which she could understand.
She slowly enclosed her fingers around the shaft, slowly gripped the head and started to
stroke.
"Hey, that's good, babe," said the man. "You got it right. You doing one fine job there
on that mutt."
The mutt was getting his snout buried deep in her cunt juices now, pressing directly
down on the surface of her pink membranes.
His tongue was working hard, and each pass it made over her clit sent her body into
near fits and her mind into wild seizures of ecstasy.
She pressed the tips of her fingers deeper and deeper against the animal's cock.
It was starting to show itself plainly as it stiffened and extended farther and farther
from the sheath of hairy flesh that wrapped around it ordinarily.
She squeezed harder and began to stroke, steadily... hard... solid., hard...


THE END
