Nicole Duval - The breeders

He looked down at the parted pink lips, the swollen button of her clitoris… she was ready for his dogs. He smiled. It would be double exciting. She didn't understand that the abject horror had triggered her own sexual responses. It would be no more than a matter of minutes before the dogs would have her thrashing about, reveling in her own sensuality, pleading for the feel of their giant pointed pricks rushing up her guts. And he would make her plead. He would make her beg!

His groin throbbed with the pleasure-pains of sexual need. The dogs were ready… and so was he.

Carolyn watched in grim despair as Jason Benson wrestled the enormous Great Dane out of his cage and into the sturdy choke chain which afforded only a meager means of control as he jumped and pawed and slid on the slick tile floor.

She strained frantically at the wide straps which buckled her body immobile upon the molded contours of the dog stanchion, but it was hopeless. The tight bands held her motionless. She raised her head and looked down. One strap crossed her chest and pulled firmly under her arms, a second strap was cinched tight across her lower abdomen and buckled down over her hips. With every ounce of strength in her frightened body, Carolyn strained to free herself. Nothing moved except the bulge of muscles across her stomach and shoulders, pulling until they screamed. She was totally helpless… unless… if her hands were free…? Again she tensed and tried desperately to pull her wrists free but the snare held firm. Was there no way to stop this awful man, this human beast whose monstrous appetites matched those of the animals he served? No way. No way. Carolyn closed her eyes and let her head fall back on the table with a thump. She could hear the scratching of the dog's paws upon the tile and knew he was coming nearer and nearer. Her head rolled from side to side hopelessly. No, oh dear God, no!

"Now don't you go to frettin' over there."

Through the blue haze of near shock, Carolyn heard Mario's teasing voice above the sound of running water.

"I'll come hold your hand just as soon as I get my little friend here washed off." Mario called to her across the room. "Bravo's got a damn good mouth on him but he gets a little messy sometimes."

Mario chuckled lewdly from his place at the low sink.

"He's not neat like you were the other night. Why, it was a real pleasure to service you seein' as how you cleaned it all up after your dinner."

Carolyn squeezed her eyes tighter shut as if shutting out the sound of his obscene comments. How could he, how could anyone be so ugly?

"Now, the King… you remember the King, don't cha baby…? He cleans up real well after himself." His comments came across the room loud and clear as he turned off the faucet and rolled his wet penis in the towel. "Mannnn, you two were something else!"

"Oh, shut up, shut up!" Carolyn screamed at the loathsome little man. "Just… shut up…ohhhh!"

Carolyn gasped suddenly. Her eyes snapped open. She lifted her head up as high as the restraining bonds permitted and stared in horror between her splayed legs. Bound to the stanchion stirrups, her legs were forced as far apart as the stretched tendons would allow and bent almost double like a grasshopper ready to spring away in retreat. Only Carolyn couldn't retreat from the massive head which peered down at her through the V-spread of her legs.

His cold wet nose poked first at one bare thigh and then the other, sniffing at the man-scented dots where Mario's leaking penis had bounced only moments before. The Dane licked speculatively at her thighs. Carolyn pressed her knees outward until the muscles ached. It was the only part of her pinioned body that she could move… her knees… and she strove frantically to press them away from the cold probing nose of the beast at her loins. The effort was a vain one for the dog's head followed the scant inches of her move with little effort. She fluttered her knees back and forth, hoping to discourage his eager sniffing, but the movement only caused her splayed lips to part and the hot scent of her woman hole rose to the dog's snuffling nose. Instantly, he stopped the inspection of the faint scented flesh and licked his muzzle and whined softly.

Carolyn winced beneath his warm breath as the dog panted over her open body. The muscles in her neck had begun to cramp. The strain of holding up her head was too great and she finally let it fall back against the plastic table. She knew it was better that she didn't watch the beastly rape of her tender body, but it was like not watching the executioner's ax. She closed her eyes tight and clamped her teeth and waited.

Jason stood at the great dog's side, loosely holding the choke chain, his eyes glued to the exquisite expressions of horror which distorted her pretty face. The dog's cold nose poked at the brown curls and Carolyn's face contorted pitifully. Jason could feel the thrill streaks rushing through his body as he watched the mental anguish twist the girl's face into ugly caricatures. He dropped the slack chain from his hand and slowly rubbed both palms up and down over his groin. One hand passed back and forth over the growing lump of his awakening organ. He pressed down with his hands, encouraging the growth of the reluctant beast in his britches. It was slow to come, but he didn't mind. As the dog warmed up the bitch, he too would warm with need. There was plenty of time, plenty of time. He let his eyes slide slowly down over her plastic prison and paused to watch the burly animal which hunkered over her trembling cunt. The dog was poking at the open hole now with his wet snuffling noise. Jason could see the girl wince each time the animal prodded at the opening. Wait till he began to lick that exposed little button. He couldn't wait to see the expression on her face then. He rubbed harder at the tingling bump in his pants… and waited.

Mario watched Jason's distorted leer. What a weirdo, he thought. Hell, everybody likes a piece of wet tail. Most everybody wants the musky lingering taste of pussy in their mouth after the screwin' is done. But not this guy. He shook his head and watched his employer's growing excitement. He's gotta scratch his kicks out of the dirt. Just look at him, Mario thought, he ain't interested in watching the dog lick her pussy. He ain't watching the dog's big prick oozing out of its hole and getting itself ready. Hell, he ain't even looking at her tits. Got a couple of bolts loose somewhere. Gotta be. All he cares about is watching the girl's face and seeing her suffer. He's fuckin' the kid's soul, that's what he's doing, fuckin' her Goddamn soul! Mario shook his head and walked to the side of the stanchion where he could look down at the girl. To each their own, but he'd rather get in on the action.

"Feel good, baby?" he asked, the faint smile of perversity flicking up the corners of his mouth. "Feel good yet? It won't take long once he starts licking that pretty little pussy of yours."

Mario looked down at the breadth of the dog's great head nuzzling between the girl's legs and watched as the wide pink tongue lapped out and over his dark muzzle.

"Lick the pretty lady, Nero, lick, lick," he crooned quietly to the dog. "Get 'er turned on like old King did and you'll have yourself hung up on a real bitching screw!"

He laughed at his joke a real 'bitch-ing' screw – that's all the women were to Jason's dogs, just another bitch in heat. They all smelled like fuckin'. What the hell difference did it make to an animal? If they smelled right and had a hole to fit around their dog-knot, they got it buried in 'em clear up to the gonads. He watched as the dog licked experimentally at the ragged pink hole. Absentmindedly he rested one hand on Carolyn's breast and began to roll the small pink nipple between his thumb and forefinger. His eyes were on the dog's thick tongue as it explored the outer crevices of her succulent body. Now and then, his own tongue poked out of its cave and darted back and forth between his lips. He seemed oblivious to the nipple which grew firm and tight between his rolling fingers. Mario's eyes were on the furry tongue which lapped relentlessly at the woman's open crotch. It was heating up despite her mental damnations. He knew because he could catch the subtle scent of her juices. He knew the odor well. Mario breathed deep and patted the near-limp penis which still hung from his open fly, washed clean, but resting from Bravo's canine ministrations. His time would come again. No hurry. He enjoyed the sensual sight of a woman licked into the furies of passion – whether it was one of Jason's dogs doing the honors or a man at her crotch – it was a sexy sight that could stir up a dead man's dong. Specially when the gal wasn't willing.