Nicole Duval - The breeders

"Come on, Nero," Mario called. "Back in your cage."

The dog looked at him but didn't move. A small whine came from his throat.

"What's the matter, boy? Want a little more nookey?"

The dog whined again, then rose slowly to his feet and walked to the end of the stanchion. His great neck stretched out and he sniffed at Carolyn's dripping vagina. Mario chuckled. Nero stuck out his thick wet tongue and licked the seeping flow away, cleaning her exposed parts thoroughly with the rough washrag.

"Looks like you got a convert." Mario chuckled openly. "He sure does like the taste of your pussy."

"Get him away from me," There were tears in Carolyn's eyes. Tears of shame, for new the jerking orgasms were still and she could hear the condemning beat of her heart and the crying of her tarnished principles. "Please, Mario, PLEASE take the dog away and let me loose from here."

Mario looked at her thoughtfully, then at the dog. He looked down at the penis he grasped in his hand. Then slowly, slowly he raised his eyes to hers. His meaning was clear. He ran his thumb back and forth over the ridge of his blood filled cock, not saying a word, waiting for Carolyn to make her decision. He would get his way, tied or untied, dog or not… but it might be fun to make her work without the restraining straps. Once more he looked at the dog, at the straps which held her helpless upon the table, and finally down at the fat head of his jock. He skinned it back slowly and shook off the single drop of fluid onto her face. It made a small tear shape which clung to her cheek for a moment then slid down across the smooth curve and onto the table beneath her head.

"All right," Carolyn sighed with dejection, "Just take the dog away, now, right now, and I'll do whatever you want."

Mario grinned. Some days it didn't pay to get out of the sack… but today, today was gonna be a good day. He dropped the heavy stick of flesh and picked up Nero's dragging chain.

"Come on, Nero," Mario said happily to the dog whose warm wet tongue still searched for tasty tidbits between the girl's perspiring thighs. "You've done your bit for A.K.C. today. 'Keep the breed pure'… isn't that what the Great Dane clubs preach…? Well, you did your part, huh? 'Keep the breed pure – fuck a broad instead!"

The Dane reluctantly allowed himself to be pulled away from Carolyn's open crotch. Mario led him down the line of cages and closed the cage door behind him. Mario clicked the lock shut, made a mark on the small calendar sign over his cage to indicate Nero had been 'exercised' on this date, then turned and grinned with evil anticipation.

Carolyn strained her neck to look back. She couldn't wait for him to release her from this table of terror. What was keeping Mario? Why didn't he hurry?

"Untie me," she urged him to hurry. "Please untie me."

"I'm coming, I'm coming." Mario laughed out loud. "I didn't know you were so all-fired hot to eat my tail again. Did it taste that good the other night?"

"Don't be vulgar. Just untie me."

"I will. I will. But first… I want to make sure you understand our bargain."

"I understand," Carolyn agreed hoarsely. "You took the dog away and you untie me… and then I have to go to bed with you. That's the bargain you want, isn't it?"

"Welllllll, not exactly." He grinned down at her, doodling with the strap which bound her breasts to the table. "I don't want to go to bed with you. I just want you to practice a little of that physical therapy the old man was talking about. You can play nursey with me, like he was saying about the dogs, only reversed like. Ya see, baby, like I was a'saying before, I got this here terrible swelling in my dong and I need somebody kind and gentle to nurse me back to health. You know… somebody who can sorta suck the poison out of the thing and make it all better???"

Carolyn's eyes widened slightly. She thought he had meant just… just… no, she hadn't really thought that at all. She was just trying to fool herself again. She had known all along what the perverted little man wanted. Pretending she didn't wouldn't help at all. She nodded her head, careful to avert her eyes from his.

"Well, honey baby, if you know what I mean, let's hear you say so. I can't place much store in head shakin'."

"I'll do what you want," came her quiet reply.

"You'll do what, baby, what'll you do?" Mario taunted.

"I'll do… what you said."

"You still ain't coming through loud and clear."

"I said all right." Carolyn's voice was louder.

"Say, it baby," jeered Mario's grinning mouth, "spit it out! Say all the words! Say… I want to suck you off… say it, little lady, say it just like that."

"I want to suck you off," Carolyn whispered, almost gagging on the unfamiliar words.

"Louder."

"I… want… to… suck… you… off!" Her voice was wavering but it was loud enough to hear across the room.

Mario grinned. He turned and looked at the dogs.

"You all hear that?" he asked. "You hear this pretty lady begging ole Mario to pump a little down her throat?"

He turned back to the girl still strapped to the table beneath his hands.

"Well now, I guess I could let you have a swallow or two, just to wet your gullet." He shook his head as he untied the straps, wrinkled his forehead in mock concern. "Just don't understand girls these days. All they wanna do is suck, suck, suck."

He unfastened the strap which held her breasts, then the bond across her abdomen. He rubbed the red stripe it had worn into her ivory flesh in her struggles.

"Tch, tch," he mumbled at the red streak, then went on to release her feet from the splaying stirrups and her hands from their arm breaking bind beneath the table. "There you go."

He helped her up to a sitting position and watched her stretch her naked body like a newborn animal and rub her wrists where the cords had bitten deep. She slid down from the raised platform of the dog stanchion and her knees buckled beneath the weight of her body. With a soft moan of pain, she sank to her knees on the floor.

"Well now, wouldn't that beat all?" Mario was quick to take advantage of anyone's weakness of the moment. "Just fresh off the dog rack and she's right down on her knees before the first stiff prick she sees!! That's all right. I understand how it is with you hot pussys."

He pushed his hips forward, pressing the damp head of his cock against her lips and holding her head firmly between his hands so she couldn't move.

"You just go right ahead and help yourself. We'll just call it a little midday snack."

He undulated his hips gently forward and back, pressing the stiff penis against her full lips. When she didn't open her mouth to his fleshy knock, Mario let his fingers wind into her long hair and twisted his wrists slowly backward.

"Aaaahhhh," she grunted with pain, her mouth opening as her head was forced back.

"That's a girl," he nodded down at her, "now you just go ahead and enjoy your lunch… I'll watch."

Carolyn let the wet head of the fat organ move back and forth across her lips. When it pushed at her teeth, she slowly opened her mouth until the thick trunk could ram its way onto her tongue. It lay there quietly, like an animal, panting and throbbing with excitement, like a thing alive.

"There… isn't that tasty, my dove?" Mario flexed the muscles of his groin and the fat worm came alive in her mouth, wriggling sensuously upon her tongue. "Can you taste it yet…? Is it good?"

She could taste it, Carolyn thought with numb disgust, and it tasted like seawater. Wet, faintly warm and a little salty. The salty worm wriggled on her tongue, slid itself in and out of the cocoon of her mouth. Carolyn closed her eyes to the heavy mat of black hair from which this big worm came. When she couldn't see it, it felt different. It tasted different too, sweeter. Sweet succulent meat. Juicy with its natural liquids. Satisfying… like the sugartits she used to have as a small child when her mother would take a clean square of cloth and poke a pocket in it with her finger and fill it with sugar and vanilla for her to suck. Yes, it was rather like a long sugartit. Man tits were no more than sugartits with salt… and a heart beat you could feel when you sucked. She sucked at it experimentally, pausing to feel the heart beat increase. The long tit throbbed upon her tongue. She sucked again, gently rubbing her tongue along the underside of it like she had as a child to squeeze the sugar sweetness out of the oldfashioned sugartit. There was wet sweetness upon her tongue. Just a little. She rubbed harder, sucking it in, then letting it slide out over her flicking tongue. From somewhere above her head there was a deep throated moan, but Carolyn wasn't concerned with things beyond. She wrapped her arms around the warm trunk which grew this delicious man tit for her, grasping a firm handhold on the cloth covered buttocks, and sucked it in deeper… pressing her face tight against the gaping pants and feeling the black woolly curls against her nose and chin. As a child she used to try to see how far down her throat she could let the sugartit go, still holding on to the cloth end. She sucked in on the salty-sweet man tit and let it slide down her warm cave until she gagged… and swallowed at it.