Nicole Duval - The breeders

The girl moved beneath him. Jason looked carefully between the maze of constantly moving legs and tails and hanging cocks. Yes, she was moving. She was coming out of the mental lethargy, her own hungry cunt was calling her home as he knew it would. There was a soft moan of pleasure, the ugh, ugh, ugh of the body slams into her soft flesh, and then the long hmmmms of pleasure as her willing body answered the dog's call of the wild. Jason could see flashes of her face rolling from side to side as the dogs moved and pranced in their own excitement. Several dogs tried to push the humping Diablo aside but he was firmly set on his haunches. Their eager muzzles pressed between his hunching body and the girl's open cunt, trying to lick up the warm woman smell. Diablo tried to throw his cock into the bitch's hole, but the massive heads of his companions wouldn't allow him to get quite close enough to hang up… and then it was over for Diablo. He pulled off the girl's gesturing body and began licking his leaking organ.

The huge brindle stud and the big black tussled for the vacancy between Carolyn's tight stretched legs. A quick snarling fight began. They rolled over one another, snapping and growling, off the edge of the raised platform. Jason cracked them firmly with the steel hard whip handle, hitting both dogs across their nose bridge until they broke up and returned to the writhing mass of dogs on the stage. But it was too late, an enormous fawn Dane was already hard-humping at the girl's open crotch and she was moaning out her pleasure.

"Yes… oh yes… go, boy, go!" Carolyn's rolling pleasure was unmistakable, the thrill of the mass attack, nine rough hard tongues ravaging her body, a fat cock in her hole, tongues licking at her everywhere. Somebody was humping over her outstretched arm. She could feel the warm hairy sheath sliding back and forth on her arm and the wetness of the hard pointed organ against her bare skin. Another jabbed hard at her right side. She could hear the canine quarreling over her hot throbbing cunt. She felt the scratch of heavy paws as one dog pushed another aside and took his place with a fresh hard dogpecker stabbing between her legs. She knew her body would be a mangled mass of red bloody scratches from their heavy paws. She felt the hot cum of another dog running off her heaving sides. And another. There were endless tongues licking at the exciting smell of her, licking at the dribbles upon her skin and becoming excited in turn like an endless merry-go-round of cum-lick-cum. She felt the beginning dog knot ripping at her entry, felt another muzzle licking at it and at her, forcing the dogknot to give up its burden of warm wet fluid and back away to be licked and cleaned and worked into shape again. Another dog took his place at her loins and began to pump his heavy headed organ into her. His fat firm sheath worked its way into her hole, the short stiff hairs scratching her insides into sheer ecstasy. She wondered if the pink organ was extending on into her depths, on beyond the length of the fuzzy hard sheath, but she couldn't tell. The prickly surface of the dog hair was driving her wild. One orgasm followed upon the heels of the first until they seemed to blend into one continual burst of unendurable pleasure. It was awful! It was wonderful!

And Carolyn screamed. And screamed. And fainted.

The door to the arena was open. Carolyn turned toward the sound of loud voices and running feet… and moaned with pain. She tried to move her arms experimentally. At first she thought she was still fastened to the platform but she could see her right wrist and it was free. The open shackle lay on the carpet several inches away. She tried to move her legs and the pain was excruciating. She wasn't fastened down. It took several moments before she could shake her mind free of the misty pain and realize what was happening. She lay breathing heavily and trying not to move. It hurt to move. She listened to the sound of metal cage doors slamming and voices urging the dogs. It was a hurried frantic kind of noise.

"Here, boy!" she could recognize Mario's excited nasal tones. "Hurry up, damn ya."

"Take this one too." It was Jason's high pitch of excitement. "You'll have to put two in a cage or we'll never get all the trained dogs out of here in time."

Carolyn heard two more cage doors slam, then the whir of the outer door and the scratch of paws upon the tile getting farther away. She shook her head. What was going on? What was happening? She tried to get up. The pain between her ravaged thighs was almost unbearable. She felt wet and sticky all over. And she smelled. Smelled of dog urine and semen and sweat. And she ached all over. Finally she made it to her feet and, still naked, she stumbled across the raised dais and up the narrow aisle to the door.

The lab was in an uproar. Paper was all over the floor, some of the cages were empty and the doors left ajar, the registry book was piled on top of a box of mixed and wrinkled papers and Jason was struggling through the outer door with it, strewing papers as he went. Carolyn leaned weakly against the door to steady herself. She could see the van backed up to the door, its built-in cages crammed with barking dogs. Several cardboard boxes were stacked in the aisle.

Mario and Jason were gesturing wildly to each other outside the door. She couldn't hear what they were saying because of the din the excited dogs were making. She watched Jason pointing vigorously toward the front of the house, saw Mario shrug his shoulders and move off at a hurried gait. Jason came back into the shambles of the once immaculate lab area.

"Jason," Carolyn said weakly, but he didn't seem to hear her. "Jason!"

He turned toward her with empty haunted eyes, blankly as if responding to the familiar sound of his name but not really aware of his surroundings.

"Jason, what's going on? What happened?" she yelled at him.

"Gotta get out of here, gotta go now, gotta get the dogs where it's safe," and he turned and scurried off across the room to fumble with the combination lock of the next cage. The big Dane within sensed his confusion, knew something was wrong, and pranced and whined.

Mario came through the electric door from the front office with a set of books, pedigree records Carolyn recognized, in his arms. He plopped them down on the cage next to Jason and hurried back to the big refrigerator where several hundred pounds of fresh meat was kept at all times. He hurriedly began to pile great chunks of frozen meat into the boxes.

Carolyn forced herself across the room to where Mario packed the meat. He was wearing only his slacks, no shirt.

"Mario, what in the world is going on? What happened? Where are you going with the dogs?"

"Oh, you're back with us. Good. You can help. Here," he shoved an empty box into her arms. "Here, pack this up with the frozen stuff and hurry."

"Mario, what happened?" She grabbed his bare arm and shook him.

"Okay, okay, don't tear the merchandise, baby," he answered impatiently. "While you was having yourself a fuckin' ball in there, the boss got a hot call. Seems somebody's in the hospital with his prick bit off. Got t'beating up one of the dogs and the dog bit back. Serves the bloody queer right well and good, too! He's the one we sold the big brindle stud to a couple weeks after you first come, remember? The one who said he liked to beat his women and see 'em bawl 'fore he could get his rocks off? Well, the boss told him not to beat the dog, told him plain and clear, he did. I heard him. Anyways, this queer prick got to beatin' on some broad that the dog was used to screwin' regular like and seems the dog was sorta attached to her, ya know, and he didn't like the guy whipping her. So he growled at him and got between him and the girl. The guy started whippin' the dog and the dog bit 'em. Bloody well serves him right if ya ask me!"