Nicole Duval - The breeders

There was something about the dogs raping a woman and making her like it that bloody well set off his alarm. He leaned over a little to get a better view of the girl's stubby little clitoris. Yeah, it WAS standin' up already. Goddamn, ya had to give the dogs credit where credit was due – they could sure fuzzy up a cold cunt with those rough tongues of theirs. Mario abstractly ran his tongue flat against the roof of his mouth, trying to feel its texture. Too bad he didn't have a sandpaper tongue the way he liked to eat hot pussy. He'd drive 'em out of their everlovin' gourds! He glanced at Jason. His eyes were still on the girl's face, and he was panting in short gasps of air. Mario grinned and looked at the girl.

Carolyn's eyes were closed. Her head no longer rocked from side to side. She was motionless except for an occasional contraction of swallowing in her throat and the incessant chewing on her lower lip. There were small pearls of cold sweat dancing on her forehead. Beneath the plastic nest of the table, her fingers knotted into tight white fists and laid tense in their prison bonds.

She could feel the repeated flurries of hot breath against the tender flesh of her exposed body. The wet cold nose poked in and around the upper edge of her slit, prodding the unwilling nubbin to life. How do you stop the idiot thing from getting hard? How, she screamed silently in her mind, how? It was beginning to swell. The rough tongue was forcing life into the susceptible slit no matter how hard she tried to control it. She clamped her jaw tight and prayed the dog wouldn't get carried away with himself and bite. She would bleed to death. The pain… and the pain would be unbearable. It would start any minute, she was certain, and it would be unbearable. But there was no pain. The long thick abrasive tongue rubbed at her private parts and the soft full lips of her vagina purred happily in response.

Little by little, the muscles became less tense. If anyone had been watching, they would have seen her straining body sink slowly, slowly, into the molded depths of the plastic stanchion. The grasshopper legs softened their rigid discipline and gradually, hardly noticeably, opened to admit the width of the animal's massive skull. The heavy muzzle pressed against the soft pink blossom of her body and let the long supple tongue work at the open slit, sliding in to taste the first wines of her growing need. Carolyn sucked in a deep breath as the tongue searched deeper, twisting and turning in her woman hole as it would search for the last marrow in a bone. The rough surface seemed to adhere and cling to her. It felt like the educated tongue of the great dog was coaxing her insides to come out and play where he could get to them and massage them into passionate submission. She breathed heavily, her full lips parted and damp, her tongue licking now and then around her moist lips.

She could not move away from the dog's tireless tongue. Yet she knew she must or, God forgive her, she would behave disgracefully… she would cum! She would pour the drops of her disgrace freely from her body. That terrible dog's insatiable tongue would call forth a climax that she could not stop. His knowing tongue would bury itself in her dark passage and she knew she would cum. She knew she would be unable to stop. And she would squeeze out the scant teaspoon of body wine and wet his tongue… and she would never, never be able to forgive herself for her own weaknesses.

It was a weakness of the flesh. That was all, she tried to placate her wounded pride, even the Bible spoke of the sins of the flesh and of the saintly men who fell prey to them. It was a sordid weakness of the flesh. But it wasn't Carolyn knew, it wasn't because she was enjoying it, enjoying it! Breathing hard, trying to hold back, Carolyn opened her eyes and stared wildly up at the two men who watched and waited to see her fall into hell. Her eyes pleaded with them – take it away, take that awful animal away, take it away before I weaken! Please! Please! But the cruel faces gloated over her and smiled, each in his own way enjoying her descent into depravity.

"Feels good like I said," Mario tormented, "Doesn't it feel good?"

He leaned over her body and brushed his lips across each nipple, licking it first as the dog licked her scented cunt, then biting the hard little bauble. He laughed as the girl winced with pain.

"By the time Nero has shoved his big john in ya, ya won't even notice a little love bite like that." Mario poised his open lips a few inches above Carolyn's. He stuck his pointed tongue out and wriggled it at her. Carolyn continued to breathe heavily through her parted lips. Slowly, the dog sank down burying his stiff little tongue as deeply as possible in her warm mouth. It wriggled there, hot and trembling, reaching deep into her mouth and tickling. "That's how old Nero's big jock's gonna tickle your guts, baby, only it'll feel like a $1.98 roll of baloney. It'll feel four inches through!"

He ran his wet tongue across her dry lips, then probed for the touch of her tongue. He sucked at it, trying to pull it up into his mouth, but Carolyn avoided the bait.

"Stick it out, baby," he threatened, "before I belt ya!"

Reluctantly, the pink tip rose from her mouth and Mario fell upon it hungrily. His hot mouth sucked the tender tidbit, harder and harder until she could resist the pressure no longer and went limp beneath his mouth. Mario sucked the pink lollypop with a voracious hunger until he sensed the approaching climax in her heated loins. He released the sensitive flesh of her mouth and raised up to watch her fall to her canine lover.

Jason knew the struggle which had racked her soul. He recognized the sensual scent which had begun to waft up from her opened crotch. He knew her time was near. The dog sensed the rising excitement in the bitch's body and he licked enthusiastically, never seeming to weary of the game they played. Jason stepped back and looked beneath the animal's belly where the heavy head of his huge cock hung loose and ready. Its savage size made to look even more vicious as it slid in and out of its hairy sheath, poised for attack. A man's cock looked tame next to Nero's fat ten-inch billy club with its hard pointed tip dripping and gesturing.

Jason smiled with anticipation. The girl was already responding to the dog's tongue. She was beginning to enjoy it. But what he waited for was yet to come. He was waiting for the big brute to ram the huge prick into her belly all the way like dogs did – HARD! – and without the human frailty of being gentle. All he had to do was let Nero know the bitch was his, and he would bury his monstrous bone so deep in the woman's guts it would make her scream with pain. That's what Jason Benson waited for… let the bitch howl! Nero would pump her so hard and fast she would beg him to pull the dog off. He leaned over and picked up the choke chain in one hand and toyed with it… only he wouldn't pull the dog off. He wanted to watch him jab her with that great pointed prick until she bled! He looked at her stomach. She was short coupled. If Nero buried it deep, it would dig holes in her filthy female cunt. And served her right. Women were no Goddamn good. Jason was the master here. Jason would call the plays.

"Nero," he said sharply to the bobbing head of the dog between the girl's legs, "Go get her boy, fuck her. Fuck her, Nero, fuck her!"

Mario looked at his employer with amusement. There was a big wet stain on Jason's gray slacks and a small bulge behind it calling attention to his indiscretion. But that was Jason's problem. His own dong was standing at attention, wet and willing, and when Nero had ripped her into shreds of passion, he would reap the wild oats. He watched the big dog raise up and fix his feet on the carpeted supports on either side of the plastic nest, straddling the girl, his eager haunches poking its great spear at the girl's crotch. What a cock, Mario thought, Goddamn him, what a cock!