Nicole Duval - The breeders

Nero poked frantically between the girl's parted legs, the hard point of his penis jabbing into the tender skin here and there, but Carolyn's climax had begun. She was scarcely conscious of the huge animal who was trying to bury himself in her hole. The first tingles of her orgasm spread through her helpless body like ripples on a pond, each one following the other, shimmering in pain, bubbling with pleasure. And then the ripples grew and great rolling waves of passion took their place. Her eyes closed, her head rolling from side to side, Carolyn's only thoughts were of the hot streaks of pleasure which roared in from all directions like speeding trains bent on the destruction of a central terminal. Pain and pleasure chased each other through the delicate walls of flesh, winced and wallowed in the depths of her body, while she lay prisoner at the mercy of her pulsing need. The straps which held her were torture bands for she could not even rise to meet the contractions of her growing climax nor move to ease the straining body. She could not work her hips to hurry it to its end. She could do nothing but lie there and let the almost unbearable pangs of pleasure rape her helpless body. Time and time again the pinioned vagina jerked within the fiat belly skin.

Mario watched the pink lips open and close as Carolyn's growing spasms took over her mind and body. Nero's thrusting penis pressed time and again into the girl's spread-eagled legs only to ram its rock-hard point into solid flesh. Mario watched both the girl and the dog carefully. When he was certain, he reached across and guided the animal's heavy organ through the open door of her split, burying the pointed head enough that the dog's first hearty lunge would carry it inside. Nero had first class equipment but his aim was lousy. Mario pulled his hand away and let Nero's humping body take over.

"Get her, boy," Mario said softly to the near frantic animal. "Fuck her good!"

The huge dog needed no encouragement. Once his great pointed organ had nosed into the bitch's opening, animal instinct took over. He threw his 161 pounds of fury, sinew and muscle behind his spearhead and drove it hard into her hot hole.

"Ohhhhhhhhhhhhh!!!" Carolyn moaned, first with pain and then with exquisite pleasure as the force of the dog's brutal insertion triggered the final magnificent explosion. Her body jerked repeatedly, pouring out its warm orgasmic pleasures with wild abandon. "Ohhh…! Ohhh…! Ohhh!"

Only when she lay spent and gasping for air did the girl realize the brutal massage of her vagina was still going on. She lay still and exhausted upon her plastic couch. The flesh within her warm wet cunt pulled in and out with the pressing demands of someone's huge hard organ. Jason? She was too tired to force her head up off the table and look. Mario? Perhaps when she had rested a moment… she lay helpless beneath the tight straps, gasping for air, and hating herself for weakening beneath the dog's tireless tongue. The dog was… the dog…! She forced her head up and looked down over her naked body into the savage face of the enormous dog towering over her.

"No! Oh no, no. NO!" she whispered in desperation trying to pull her hips away but the woven band held firm. Her eyes grew wilder as she realized what was happening. It was not the jackhammering pain between her legs but the realization, the actual sight of the dog's humping body, that warped her control. It was crushing her sensitivity, the prim flower of her upbringing being ground into the dirt… she would never know the peace of innocence again. Her eyes focused hazily on the great animal's under belly and the muscles that rolled each time he thrust high into her chastity. Surely, Carolyn thought, surely she would go out of her mind. But she didn't.

Slowly she raised her tortured eyes to the dog's muzzle in motion above her bare stomach. The dog was no longer panting. His huge jowls were closed and he stared intently at the bare wall behind her, a magnificent picture of animal endurance and concentration. She hated herself for the thought but he was a regal beast. And tireless. His strong haunches hunkered over the spread of her legs and he rapid-fired the huge cock into her soft hole with machine-like regularity. Carolyn stared at the fantastic size of his dog's organ as it slid in and out of view. The sight of the devil dong pummeling her body was almost too much for her sanity.

Carolyn knew it was going to happen again. If Jason Benson didn't get his foul beast away from her loins, she would surely fall victim to his well-trained penis. The soft tremors of passion were playing through her body for a second time.

"Get… him… off… of… me," Carolyn begged between the double-time cadence of the humping dog. "Please… pull… him… off… of… me… please… please."

Jason held up the choke chain and looked at her questioningly.

"Did you say you wanted me to call Nero off?" he asked with a facetious smile.

"Yes… Yes… Please!" Carolyn gasped.

Jason held the chain before her tortured eyes, held it out for her to plead for, to beg for… then dropped it to the floor with a loud rattle. Let the little bitch suffer like those wrinkled old bags had made him suffer. Beg, bitch, beg. He walked to the side of the table and smiled down into Carolyn's face. He loved to watch the expressions of pain and degradation flow across her lovely features.

"Please… Mr… Ben… son… PLEASE."

Jason smiled softly, his eyes had a faraway look though they caught every look that swept out of control. Both hands openly rubbed his pants front now, rolling the meager stick of flesh between his perspiring palms. The wet spot on his trousers had grown larger as his excited hands massaged and cuddled the reluctant organ back to life, matching his strokes to those of the hunching haunches of the Great Dane.

From his unobstructed view point on the other side of the table, Mario watched first the heaving dog and then his employer's growing excitement. Jason always used the dogs to get a stiff going, always intending to use the girl after the animals had done with her… but he rarely lasted that long. Mario grinned with malicious amusement. You'd think he'd learn but he never did. He just kept on watching 'em, dog after dog, until his puny penis couldn't stand the gaff any longer. Mario had watched Jason's failures time and again. Once the soggy thing got in gear, it leaked out a few warnings and then POW! Mario grinned wider… any minute now, he thought, judging by the size of the dark spot on Jason's pants. He knew all the symptoms after eight years with Jason Benson. Any minute now, and that was all right with him. Let the dogs get her hot to trot.

They were just warming up the ovens for him. Let the honorable Mr. Benson squirt off in his pants. Who the hell cared? Mario reached down and took a firm grip on the suddenly solid pecker that pushed out of his own pants. It was every stud for himself around this damn place and the devil fuck the hindmost. Mario rubbed his callused thumb across the coronal ridge, enjoying the responsive throb in his jock. Gotta be prepared, he thought happily to himself and milked a few drops of fluid from the slit on the blood-darkened head and smeared it carefully over the blunt end of his club. Gotta be prepared.

Carolyn no longer pleaded with Jason Benson, nor did she stare up at the dog in horror. Her eyes were focused on the ceiling directly over head, oblivious to everything except the powerhouse slams between her throbbing thighs. The tremors which ran through her tethered body were strong now, wild and uncivilized like the animals in her guts, the ten thousand crawly sperm which her uterus warmed and fed and housed. They would soon be joined by ten thousand more and ten thousand after that, squirming and wiggling inside her private world. She could never wash them all out. Hoary pictures of her future floated detachedly before her half-glazed eyes – her red torn hole gushing like a fountain in the park, spewing forth milky white dog sperm in impossible quantities, a litter of puppies with doggy bodies and her face, a long waiting line of dogs one behind the other with their cocks dragging on the ground waiting their turn to pump up the white lady prisoner, and there she was on a chain herself while a prospective buyer looked at her ears and withers and felt up her ass and questioned her pedigree – impressionistic pictures of her future with Jason Benson. Her mind fighting for consciousness and barely holding its own, Carolyn knew both the nightmares and the needs that held her body prisoner. And if she were untied at this very moment, she also knew she would not leave the table until this awful thing had worn itself out.