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313 Jodie`s embarrassment

This is a story of Jodie a 24year-old student, who I am lucky enough to have met on here, she`s blond, a slim 5'2, Blue eyes beauty, not overhung in the breast department at 34B, but a realist and a sensuous lady. She lives in Ashford in Kent, commuting each day to a London university.
She had on occasions been asked to attend parties, her looks and poise being the sort of wallpaper, the well to do tended to enjoy even on occasions paying students to attend, especially girls like Jodie as much as £250 having been paid on one occasion. Now don’t get me wrong, she`s no whore, the parties she attended were strictly business orientated, and there was no funny business, bar a little hand holding, bottom pinching and the occasional fondle, there was little to report, so it came as no great surprise when Rita her contact at the university who organised these outings came up to her on the Monday evening and explained that one of the larger companies (who perhaps we had best not name!) was holding a party for some Dutch business men, they needed a few ladies to decorate the place and exceptionally would pay a £500 fee for the privilege! Naturally Jodie asked what she needed to do for that, to her huge fee, but was assured that it was as before, though if she did want to “add to her repertoire, that was up to her and was her business, but Rita assured her it was not her style to be a pimp and this was just for attending and being a friendly escort!
Naturally being a hard-up student, she agreed and was told what to wear and where to be on the Friday evening.
Thus, it was that on that Friday morning she boarded the Hastings to cannon street commuter train carrying her course work as well as a suitcase.
The classes dragged on that particular Friday, hot and stuffy classes where not as condusive to study as she would have liked, and at the end of the day, her coursework tucked in her locker After a light snack at Rita`s flat. she showered and changed, with some relief, As was usual on these jaunts Rita would return suitcase and work clothes at class on Monday along with the fee.
She took exceptional care, slithering into the stockings, then the lacy panties, and bra, her smallish tits nestling like a pair of birds settling in nests of black lace. Now came the dress, slinky though wide of skirt, black and high necked so as to cover the lack of huge cleavage, a thin gold choker her dad had brought her for her 21st, small but delicate earing`s, a neat wrist-watch and a bangle, setting itself against the long lacy sleeve`s, and a dress ring on her hand to emphasise the length of her fingers, her hair combed to cover the left half of her face, lips glossed, eyelashes highlighted. She stood slipping on her heels ready to leave as the clock struck 7.30, clasp bag in hand, a perfect lady fit for any occasion.
A chauffeured limo swept them off to the west end, the company tower block loomed, and to her surprise they swept past, Rita assuring her that the venue was a top Mayfair hotel, which it shortly turned out to be, a uniformed man opened the doors and ushered them inside, where a lift swished its silent way to a high dining-room overlooking a park.

The party such as it was, had already started, some of the men she recognised, the managing director, a couple of the higher end sales folk, and the greasy Greek who she knew to avoid from the last party, he having hands like an octopus! A few other women, some well turned out, hovered like they were waiting to eat, and seated at the long sofa, three men, obviously the clients, whom Rita introduced as Mr Van-Keef, Mr Paulus and Mr Knutea. Each either shook or kissed her hand, each was as near a perfect gentleman as she could expect, despite old Knutea pinching her backside as she stooped to shake Mr Paulus`s hand, but she could cope with that and didn’t flinch there was always one it was expected!
Drinks appeared, a simpering waiter, delivering good champagne, Jodie sitting with the Dutch party doing just what she had been paid for, idle chatter and charm!
Her glass was topped up regularly, she wished she had eaten more, to soak up this potent fizz, plates of snack food appeared, she snacked, hoping to keep reasonably sober, time was slipping away. To her surprise it was nine then rapidly ten o`clock, her head began to spin a little, it was unusual for her, she usually had a good drinking head, slowly she began to realise she was no longer in full control of herself. she put it down to the champagne! Excusing herself, she rose and set off to the toilet, to see if splashing her face with cold water helped, she used the facilities, touched up her make up slid a comb through her hair then a perhaps a little unsteadily set off back to the main room.
At the door she was met by a smiling Rita, “come on” she suggested,” you need a coffee, sober you up a bit!” she steered the unsteady escort into a side room where coffee strong and black was produced by a waiter and delivered by the charming Rita, who added a few drops of something as she collected the cups from a side table. They drank together Jodie remarking on the hotel, and old Knutea`s wandering hands, Rita saying she was stuck with the Greek, and they both knew what that meant
Five minutes passed, but instead of sobering Jodie up she soon found herself completely unable to function, her brain unable to control her body, though she was aware of all that was said, all that was going on around her and the presence of Rita and now that Greek she didn’t like.
Jodie smiled at him, knowing it would be like a come and get me sign, but being unable to resist doing so. It was not what she meant to do. He smiled back, bent to her, placed his arms under her armpits and effortlessly stood her up. She grinned stupidly, Rita slipping her hands up under her dress, she felt the knickers slithering down her legs, cool air on her damp pussy, assured her of her vulnerability, and emphasised her inability to resist whatever was happening to her.
The Greek, d****d her, face down over a wheeled stool, a low padded topped affair, which she soon found herself bound to, knowing it was not right but not giving a dam, she felt him lift her legs up as if the handles of a barrow. Thought “hey this is fun, where are we going?” She was wheeled out into the corridor, then into the party. ‘The party, her brain screamed “god they can`t see her like this, too pissed to walk and fetched in like a naked fruit on costermongers cart!”
The tall waiter who was acting as MC, to her horror announced her arrival as “the cabaret had arrived!” There was applause as she was propelled into the centre of the room, which caused the whole room to turn or shuffle to where they could see her, her legs lowered, till her knees rested on the soft carpeted floor. under a single spotlight, tied and involuntarily smiling inanely!
They fell silent as the `would be MC` announced that’ the lady had asked as she was a k9 virgin, for silence during the actual act!’ Then to her horror, he rolled her dress up onto her back exposing her rump and her backside to the gaze of the whole party. Never had she felt so exposed and vulnerable, in vain she tried once more to rise and flee, but not one muscle obeyed her brain and her face still bore the smile. Her mind reeled, knowing she was exposed, knowing something was going to happen to her, but finding herself incapable of movement or sound. Her mind screamed, but no sound emerged, her eyes followed Rita and the Greek, mingling in the crowd, mentally cursing and deciding that `they would pay for this, whatever ‘this’ was’.
Her mind reeled, he had said K9 she wondered what it meant, surely it was not something to do with dogs, no surely not.
The MC announced the arrival of’ Bruno’ and his owner ‘Madge.’ Polite applause echoed round the room as they entered behind her out of her field of vision.
Jodie had little time to wonder, as a short dark woman in her 30`s appeared leading a Burmese mountain dog, huge black and shaggy, They, stopped in front of the now terrified Jodie and on command the dog jumped up, placing its paws on the woman`s shoulders his head towering above the handler, dwarfing her. standing like some huge shaggy bear, tongue licking at her face. Madge accepted his kisses like it was nothing, then reached under the a****l and began stroking his sheath, the audience fell silent, then as he became more and more excited, began to clap as the long thick red rubber tool began to emerge and then stiffen like some bizarre red rubber cucumber.
Jodie lay terrified, by now knowing that she was both vulnerable and the intended victim of that massive a****ls lust and just for the entertainment of these depraved managers!
The dog got down, and was led from her sight, her mind screaming soundlessly, as the a****ls nose, cold and wet, touched her backside for the first time. This was really happening, she was about to be violated and by a dog, no ordinary dog either, a huge black shaggy monster of a dog, and she knew she could do nothing to stop it.
The handler was urging the a****l on, the crowd were baying, the great shaggy b**st placing its long tongue in Jodie`s slot of life, eager to taste the juices, by now unbidden and unexpectedly running down the immobile legs. She could feel that warm rough tongue lapping at her body. Lick, lick, lick, the sandpaper like pink floppy tongue sc****d along the soft meaty lips.
The MC appeared in front of Jodie, expounding on the size of the dogs tool, explaining to the crowd that the lovely lady in front of them had asked for silence, as she was about to receive her first sexual enjoyment of an a****l, he went on “see how steadily she lays waiting, eager to take whatever lay ahead, eager to be had by a keen a****l!” Jodie lay knowing she had been d**gged, and that the crap he was spouting, was to impress, but she couldn’t do more than roll her eyes. She heard him telling the crowd that “the company were happy to accommodate her request, and had hired a ‘top dog’ for the job, (there was a little polite laughter) saying she had been secured at her own request, and it was to save her from injury, she was about to become a dog lover, and be filled royally by the seed of this wonderful a****l, he bowed and said “I give you ladies and gentlemen a brave young lady that is about to become a real bitch for your enjoyment!” With a sweep of his arm he moved back, there was a little applause, and the dog was allowed forward his front feet soon planted on the wide stool either side of her belly, his hips working already his back arched, she felt his tool, the pointed stiff wet slippery tool jabbing at her sex, prod, prod, prod, eagerly trying to locate itself hammering into the soft tissue of her unintentionally slippery cunt.. suddenly he found the target he was so keen to enter, she felt her lips part, the long thick tool slipping itself forward, deep into her body, jerkily slipping deeper and deeper, the crowd now gasping as the hips of the a****l pushed and jerked nearer and nearer to the young ladies backside.
By now she could feel the thing ramming itself against her cervix cramming and pounding at her guts, filling her, his weight on her back, heavy woolly and warm, his jaws dribbling drool on the back of her neck, his hot panting breath against her ear, his hips still jabbing into her body, hammer blows fast and hard, battering his stiffness into her body.
She began to climax, involuntarily her muscles clamped tight round the invader, her breathing increased, face flushing, the pain of the invasion overcome by the flush of passion coursing through her body, it was not to last!
The a****l slowed to nearly a stand, she was aware of the expanding of the tool, it was the knot, the balloon that seals the womb of the bitch to keep the seed from leaking away, losing the dog its chance of procreation.
Her muscles began to feel the expanding tool pushing hard against her sex walls, pain shot through her lower belly, the first squirts of boiling seed spewing into her guts, rough wire like hairs stabbing at her clitorise, pricking at her spurring her to another climax, wanted or not, her belly filling still as his balls spewed there jism deep into her stretching and filling her as never before. He lay panting, she could hear the murmur of conversation slowly taking the over, comments on her colour, her breathing, her pain, her bravery, how she must be stretching tearing, near to bursting. She knew that was true, her shaggy lover stretching her near to bursting, and still pumping his seed into her, breathing was hard, his weight slumped now onto her back like a black sandbag heavy and soft. Would it never end, she would have begged for freedom, but the d**g still had her under its spell it would have been perhaps ten whole minutes in reality but for her it seemed like forever.
Suddenly she felt the knot beginning to release, he stepped from her, dragging his tool roughly from her body, tearing the massive tool from her cool air slamming against the hot wet sloppy and now empty sex, spewing the contents of her belly from her in a wave of sticky fluid that trickled on the carpet. Relived it was over, she lay open and exhausted, if fulfilled.
The MC appeared once more, to her horror she heard him invite the crowd to come closer and to take a look at the sex of a used lady, a real Bonafede dog loving bitch. If the men of the assembled guests would like to use the young lady they should feel free to do so, and that the film would be available from Rita if anyone wanted a copy. Her brain, fuddled as it took in the comment about “film,”, a human male tool dipped itself into her sex, god these men were taking her now, was the dog not enough? She wondered who was having her, the tool retreated, then she felt it touching her anal ring, no please no, not there, the tool began to push its way into her stretching her tearing at her, pain tearing through her body as the tool forced itself into her bowels.
She lay unable to react, the tool cramming itself in and out , in and out, spewing seed into her body regardless, he removed itself, another man soon took the firsts place, tears filling her eyes, as he crammed another tool into her, easier this time, as she was opened, stretched,, the tool filled her once more,
A needle penetrated her arm, who had injected her she had no idea.
Her consciousness began to fade, confident they would kill her, her mind asking why-ever -had-she agreed to come here, as the blackness enveloped her.


Light began to permeate her consciousness, she was dressed all but her knickers, the cold air confirming that as it played on her sex, she looked around, desperately trying to realise where she was, her body felt sore, raw, guts full, head aching, as she sat and stared around it was daylight, An empty train clattered into the platform, a distant voice of an announcer told her the train would call at Saint johns, then fast to Tonbridge, Maidstone, Ashford it was enough, ignoring the rest she stood, wondering that she could now stand, she staggered to the train, flopped into the carriage seat, landing on her sore backside, reminding her how she had been taken so brutally in her back passage, tears fell, whistles blew doors slammed, the train set off clattering over the points, rattling over the bridges, rocking and rolling its way homeward.
She took stock happy to be in a compartment alone, disgusted with herself for having climaxed so much by being ****d. Her stockings stiff with dried semen, dog or human she knew not, her sore sex, her violated sex, her torn anus, hot and sore all hidden by the crumpled dress. She checked the jewellery, all of it present at least they were not thieves. her watch told her it was seven am, Saint Johns, came and went, she felt drowsy, head pounding, left overs of the d**g. Tonbridge, a couple joined her, the small of sex lingering round her, caused looks of disgust, the man murmuring something about prostitution, lack of morals, that sort of thing, Jodie pretending to sleep an uneasy silence descended, they leaving quickly at Maidstone, the train clattering over the last few miles in a whirl, stiff legs staggering to the ticket man, at the barrier, cold clammy fear had her checking her clasp bag, finding a video disk, and her ticket, red of face, the ticket thrust into the man`s hand with some relief. His remark that “he hoped it had been a good night out”, said a lot. She walked home, every step an agony of soreness.
Collapsing through her front door, with relief, knowing she was home and safe at last.


Jodie`s second Humiliation,
It took two days till Jodie felt either well enough or strong enough mentally to venture out, she bathed regularly cried a lot, and after the first couple of hours she watched the video…the film was not good news, yes it showed the whole sex with the dog scenario, but it also started with a carefully edited sector that showed her agreeing to attend the party, it did not include the girl asking why the fee was so high, or what she would have to do or Rita saying it was a normal party, and it had been shot with a spy camera of some kind hidden on the woman`s coat!
She was devastated, even just for a moment contemplated suicide, in her worst moments, but common sense prevailed, along with a strong drink or two and yet another long bath, which had her thinking that she was stronger than that, and that she couldn’t prove anything… yet! She resolved she should go see Rita and sort it out… at minimum get her money, and at least make it known that she wanted justice. The drink had fuddled her brain by then and she slept,
During her sleep she began to dream of the big shaggy dog, that huge stiff and angry penis. She woke with a start, sweating, and horrified that she had dreamt of it, that K9 act, being ****d and by a dog at that! But sadly, though she didn’t want to acknowledge the fact the dog had given the best orgasm she had enjoyed for years!
She lay awake for a long time, disgusted with herself, fighting with her conscience, hating her emotions, hating herself for even having these thoughts. Her arse reminded her by its soreness that she had been taken analy, and who knew how many times she had been taken doggy fashion after the dog had finished with her, she had been, u*********s, comatose, oblivious call it what you will, but it had not been her fault, she had been d**gged.
She had to use her mirror and tweezers to remove one or two persistent hairs embedded in her still red and sore labia,
Finally, she drifted off to sleep once more, and again that dammed dog soon appeared in her dreams, black shaggy but loveable, Running headlong through long grass with her, like her pet, bouncing beside her, through a spring meadow, partners in a game, a girl and her dog, out for a play, the a****l energetic and lovingly bounding along, she tired, stopping and sitting on a blanket that had mysteriously appeared. Arms now round the big shaggy head, loving the wet kisses of his long pink tongue, kissing him in return, loving him, a girl and her pet, her lover, laying back on the blanket, the dog on her, suddenly naked body,
His stiff tool sliding into her like a k9 version of her last boyfriend, filling her, loving her, god he was big… She woke with a start, sweating profusely, her bedding screwed into a roll legs and arms wrapped around it. She told herself it was a dream, got up made herself coffee, returned to her bed, straightened the covers and sat drinking the hot beverage desperately trying to make sense of the whole situation. After a while she drifted off once more, but again this recurring nightmare returned, visions of that blessed dog, ravishing her, loving her, taking her, using harder than any man ever had, making her his bitch.
She awoke once more conscious of having orgasmed in her sleep, which in truth had happened before but always mentally with the partner of the time, imagining they were together, the dream vivid, the orgasm leaving her wet and tired, but this, this was embarrassing, u*********s orgasms with a dog… she dozed off once more, sleep finally taking her exhausted body to repair and strengthen as only sleep can after a strong orgasm.
She awoke at midday She sat on the toilet, desperate to pee and empty her bowels, her sore backside reminding her of the savage screwing it had endured. She pieced together the weekend, she had gone willingly to the party, shaking her head she muttered, ”Party that was a joke,” that was on Friday night, she had found herself on the platform early on Saturday morning, came home bathed slept, and it was now Sunday , it was Sunday, the clock calendar said so.…realising her two flat sharers, would be home soon, both having been away for the weekend, she dressed, then tidied up, deciding she would not tell them of the ****, or the trauma. She ate, her body desperate for nourishment, Kay her flatmate appeared at 5, gabbling about the weekend with her parents, she was followed an hour later by ‘Em’ tired from a strenuous weekend with her latest, the girls asked how the party was, and she non commitally replied it had “been ok, nothing exceptional!” asked by ‘Em’ if she had pulled and had a good weekend, she smiled weakly and said that yes she had pulled, and yes she had been royally screwed, by a dark haired lover, but she didn’t want to talk about it, so the topic was dropped, and the girls went about getting ready for Monday, and work.
It was an uneventful night, Jodie having slept fairly well though she ran on a beach with that dammed dog once more at some point in the night and her bedding was in disarray when she awoke to that wretched alarm.
She dressed, breakfasted and just as usual wandered to the station as she had done for the last year or so, she waved the season ticket her dad had paid for, at the same old porter who as always failed to smile, though he did as always run his eyes over her body in a way that she had come to regard as a compliment, or perhaps just an old man`s hopes, she smiled at him, knowing he had no chance and soon boarded the train, instantly memories of that last trip flooded back, the cum still running down her legs, the comments by the couple who had thought she was asleep, the smell of raw sex, …she reddened at the thought, glancing round her fellow travellers, commuters all, faces blank, or studying their papers, on-route for another grey day at the office. The journey was as usual, a pain, the crowd sweeping down the terminus platform in a rush off to their work like lemmings at a cliff. The walk gave her time to steady herself to meet that bitch Rita.
Rita was an administrative secretary, with her own office just inside the building entrance, normally Jodie would have after booking in, gone and had coffee with her friends in the canteen, comparing homework and the like, today though she knew she must confront the woman who had set her up, before her bottle went.
She tapped boldly on the door, the familiar voice called to “enter” which she boldly did, “Ah Jodie, how nice, I was expecting you!” the woman`s smile and bright cheery greeting threw her, and she began to stammer the words she had rehearsed since Tonbridge, but the secretary held up her hand, silencing her at a stroke mid word, “you will have come for your money, its here, £500, and a bonus for being such a good sport and again for the film, and each of the men has given a fee too, well over £1,000 in all, well done, oh and the chairman says you were so good he wants you again, and that dammed Greek would like to talk about another film, now what do you say to that, its not many girls get that sort of opportunity is it?” Jodie`s mouth fell open, all she had been about to say blanked from her mind as she took the envelope, she felt like a whore taking the money, but knew she had earned it , Rita began again that “she was Sorry she had had to recruit her as she had, it was due to being blackmailed herself, she had had no choice, that dammed Greek had her in his power, and there was little she could do, bar go along with his wishes!”
Jodie found herself nodding, then said that “the d**gs,” explained that “she hated d**gs, and would never let herself be d**gged ever again if she could help it,” and that “if she had known what it was about, the party that is, she would probably have gone along anyway, as she needed the money!”
Rita looked deep into her eyes, “look missy, I will tell them no d**gs, that I promise because I don’t agree with them myself, but I warn you, they have you on tape as you saw, no doubt your parents would not be happy to watch their daughter revelling in the love of that blessed dog, and be sure that will happen if you don’t comply, they want you again, you have no choice, your in their power now, and though they pay and well, your now part of the setup and you will be sent for, and I suspect soon,” she placed on the desk Jodie`s little suitcase she had been keeping since Friday then nodded at the door, the interview was over. Jodie shrank away, mind reeling, till in the corridor she realised what had just happened, she was now a whore and a k9 bitch to boot, and as she saw it she had just been told there was nothing, and she knew that was true, there was nothing whatsoever that she could do about it!
The day passed in a blur classes distant, and peripheral, she found herself on the train homeward, the suitcase bulging with home-work and the envelope which she had only peeped in to see that it did contain cash.
She was last indoors, Kay had nearly finished the meal, Em laying the table, normality. She washed and then sat and ate with them, the usual chatter, ensued, then off to her room after doing the dishes. She sat on the big old bed, and opened the envelope, two bundles of £500 in a bank wraps, one marked film fees another, ‘party’ in felt tip on the band, then there was an envelope, six crumpled £20 notes the envelope just marked ‘thanks’…her eyes misted over, she had never felt so dirty, or degraded, and tears formed
The week passed, alternate days she commuted, alternate days she worked in a charity shop in town, her contribution to the aid to girls in Africa, who would never have the options that our own youngsters have, sadly now she could see the other side of the abuse coin.
There were no messages or contact from either Rita, The Greek or the C. E.O., and she readily put it to the back of her mind, in fact it was three weeks till they made contact once more, and by then it was a faint and horrible memory. She was to meet the Greek at a pub near the university, at dinnertime on Friday. It came as a note from Rita, left in her pigeon hole, and it knocked her back on her heels.
Friday came, the morning passed and at dinner time she slipped away her heart fluttering as she made her way to the duke of York, a pub she had never ventured into before.
He sat at a table in the corner of the lounge, it was set for a meal, the portly Greek standing to greet her, taking her hand and kissing her wrist quite gallantly. “Jodie my dear I am so glad you came!” she was not as sure as he was, though he oozed false charm in a greasy sort of way, telling her that she should call him Costas, and that he had ordered for her!

The barman appeared, white wine, then a well-done steak appeared with all the trimmings, they ate in silence, for a while then Costas, wiping his jaw quietly said he “had been told by Rita that if they didn’t use d**gs she would be happy to do it again!” she denied the happy, he was the one blackmailing her into doing what he wanted, but she explained that “the way it had been explained she had no choice, but she wanted assurances that there would be no d**gs ever involved or she would take her own life rather than comply and would leave incriminating evidence for the police, which if it didn’t cause prosecution`s it would at least cast a dark cloud over them and that was already with her solicitor!” he smiled, saying there was no need to be so radical it would be a waste of a pretty body, he went on that “After the meal we shall go somewhere and he would discuss it further but that she should not worry so much, he promised faithfully never to use d**gs again!”
She said she had to get back to school but he said she had finished for the day and Rita had covered her absence…
The meal concluded with a sweet, then coffee, it was most civilised, Costas paying the bill and sweeping her into his Mercedes like a
gentleman, a portly sweaty gentleman with eyes that stripped her clothes away and made her shudder perhaps, but a gentleman none the less.
They drove to his apartment in Kensington. Inside the place sparkled Greek vases and statues abounded, it was not the place she had expected. He sat, telling her to remain standing, and remove her clothing, reluctantly she id so, her workaday underclothing being a source of some embarrassment, but he acted as if he had not noticed, she was soon naked hands covering her mons and breasts like some shy teenager.
He gazed at her then sharply snapped, “use the telephone and tell your flatmates you won`t be home till Sunday,” that shocked her, as she was not aware that he knew she lived with others, and she looked puzzled, he laughed and reeled off her address, and then that of her parents, the inference was obvious, and reluctantly she complied. Dialing Kay`s work`s and leaving a message that she was not home till Sunday and not to worry!
She hung up, and redialled the house, again leaving the same message, just in case kay didn’t get the first message. Then replacing the receiver, turning to Costas once more and waiting, knowing full well he was enjoying her plight. His greasy grin made her skin crawl, he explained that today she was his till this evening then he was off to visit a friend, where she would be filmed over the next 24 hours, and would be paid handsomely, that it was non-negotiable and that he would deliver her home on Sunday as he was passing on his way to Dover, she was not to worry, and he promised no d**gs. That at least was a comfort. She was not afeared of pregnancy, she was on the dreaded pill, so this all could be washed away in shower or bath, that she knew, but the mental stain, the feelings of disgust with herself, well that she knew in her heart that would never wash away she began to sob
He took her hand and led her to his bed. The next few hours consisted of sex, oral sex first then anal sex before straight sex to finish, and whatever they said of this fat Greek, he was a stallion in bed, his powers of recovery, both rapid and vigorous, and his balls must have had mega capacity, spewing forth huge gouts at every climax. She went with the flow, ignoring his sweatiness, the fact it was Costas that Greek she disliked, so much she put to the back of her mind, he was just a machine, a sex machine and he was to achieving a pretty good score of climaxes, both for him and her, her belly awash with his seed, and her head filled with thoughts of what was soon to come. Climax after climax came and went, this man was relentless, it was as if he didn’t notice he had filled her each time, just ploughing on regardless latterly her body pinned under his, as he took her in the missionary position time and time again. The alarm he had set while she was on the telephone clattered and he to her relief lifted his great bulk from her, it was over she felt tired, exhausted even, his seed ran from every orifice, and she lay near to collapse.
She cried once more, perhaps with relief, humiliation, degrasion, who knows, but without any hint of compassion he dragged her to the shower, his pudgy hands soaping her body, exploring her hidden folds, scrubbing away the evidence of his use of her as if she was an unfeeling manikin.
Finally, he showered himself, while she at his bidding dried herself on the fluffiest of towels.
He presented her with a set of clothing, strangely just the right sizes, she looked askance of him and he said it was “down to Rita, she had checked her sizes when she had her work -a-day clothes in a suitcase!” they had thought of everything.
Dressed now, he in a white suit, she in a long blue dress covering a lacy basque, tiny knickers, and stockings, they set out in the inevitable taxi towards her destiny, she trembling with anticipation, and a little fear, he smiling quietly and smugly.

Jodie; The final stanza
The cab dropped them at a warehouse conversion in Limehouse, she shivered as she saw the somber old building, the buzzer answered, a man`s metallic voice asking who was it?
Costas saying it was “Costas and the k9 bitch!” immediately the door buzzed, and the voice bid them “come up.”
Inside an ancient clattering lift took them upwards, her nerves now taught, the gates crashed open and a tall grey bearded man met them, silently leading them to an apartment door. and before opening it telling them both to maintain strict silence as a set was being shot in the far room. Inside the apartment it was, surprisingly warm, as the place was huge, it was one giant room divided by walls at perhaps 10 or 11 feet high, each ‘room’ decorated like any normal room in a normal house just having no ceiling`s.
Seated in what appeared to be the lounge was Rita, wearing just underclothing, her hands apparently behind her wearing a dog collar and chain, the handle of which was held by the dutchman, Van-Keef, who was smoking a thick smelly cigar.
Neither spoke, Rita looking particularly worried. the grey-haired man waving both Jodie and Costas to the sofa. From the next room they listened to the thwack of leather striking skin, and the resultant squeals and screams of a woman in pain, it was not condusive to calm.
This went on for some time, the four sitting silently, both Mr Van-Keef, and Costas smiling at the sounds emanating from the hidden room. A voice said “cut!” and Mr Van-Keef, grinning muttered to Costas that he “thought that sounded like a financial success!”
A door opened, and they were joined by the CEO and a man that she recognised as the MC from the last party, dressed now in figure hugging black with his massive genitals openly exposed. The CEO glancing round, and seeing Jodie nodded at her muttered “ah the k9 whore” and then asked Costas if she knew? Knew what? Her head spun, god were they about to use that whip on her, panic gripped her, her face draining of colour. She became aware of Costas saying he had only told her enough to get her here and dressed correctly, which was greeted with a nod of approval from the top-man, who then turned to Van-Keef, saying “she ready?” the dutchman grinned and said she was, a thump on the door had the ex-MC holding the door open for the tall man, who appeared holding in his huge arms the comatose figure of a once pretty naked woman, the MC closing the door behind them. They each noting as they passed that she was bleeding profusely from several welts and lacerations that they could see on her back, butt and thighs. Placing her, face down on a table in the corner he began to administer some first aid to the marks, salves and plasters, that appeared to be stemming the blood-flow if not the pain.
The CEO thanking him as he did so, and saying that he had “done well,” and that “she had marked up nicely having lasted longer than we had expected!” grinning he remarked he would need to pay her a bonus!” to which they both laughed.
He glanced round and continued “look perhaps you can all move next door, Mandy and Sid are nearly ready for you and Pete can get that one`s back sorted.” It was a reasonable request but they all knew not negotiable!
Each of the men stood, Costas offering her his hand to Jodie and Van-Keef, simply hauling Rita up by the chain then leading her through the door, held by the MC, the rest, bar the still collapsed girl and the grey-haired man, (no doubt named Pete,) following the dutchman and his sub.
On a low stage under a spotlight they found a low table cum stool, Jodie instantly recognised as the one she had been secured too on the last occasion, and a shudder ran through her as she realised a short man, was cleaning the girls fast congealing blood from its padded surface.
“Now, ladies, this is Sid, he`s our cameraman” the little man nodded at them, “he and Mandy will be ‘looking after you both’, you miss,” he indicated Jodie, “you are here to do just precisely as you are told, you saw that miserable wretch out there so you know what we are capable of, and you will come to only a little harm if you do EXACTLY as you are told, if not…” the sentence trailed off but the inference was there. Her blood ran cold.
He turned to Rita, “you however, have displeased me somewhat, you’re here to be punished, and punished you will be, it will teach her” nodding at Jodie, “ to comply, and it will make good film, but do anything like it again, and you know the film we shall use you for, and your remains will be used to feed the dogs afterwards…”
Sid took his place behind the camera, and the men took their seats, Jodie being waved into a spare seat, and warned to be silent no matter what.
The CEO grunted at the MC, “right Mike, and then bawled “QUIET ON SET,” the assembled folk fell silent, then he added “ACTION” and a tearful and trembling Rita was led forward by ‘Mike,’ now sporting a health errection no doubt excited at the pain he knew was about to inflict on this older woman, with his bosses full approval.
Jodie watched horrified as Rita was released from her cuffs and collar, then made to strip, herself, a tall woman and with a 36dd bust nakedness accentuated her being older, her breasts sagged, her backside was not as tight as it could have been and she had a small spare tyre round her middle, marked with the old stretchmarks of c***d-bearing as well, but she had once been a really good looking woman, that was easy to see.
Now she stood, embarrassed at her body, no longer the confident school admin secretary, the woman in charge, but naked in front of a student, and about to be disciplined by a man half her age. tears formed, and she could not meet Jodie`s eyes as the crisp command came to sit on the stool, other eyes fixed on the CEO`s as Mike knelt in front of her and fitted leather cuffs to each of her ankles.
Sid leaving the bigger fixed camera with Mandy the dog owner who now had slipped in unnoticed, he began using a lighter, smaller, professional shoulder camera and he was missing nothing filming every move by the executioner and his victim.
A touch of a button on a small control pad and as if by magic, two ropes descended quietly from the distant warehouse roof, these Mike clipped to the ankle cuffs, smiled at his victim and hoisted her somewhat ungraciously, legs first, until she was upended and suspended. Her fingers just clear of the floor and her long hair dangling from her skull, tears now falling and her face white, her ankles wide apart, her most intimate part exposed as a pink gash for all to see.
Mike proclaimed that she was “sentenced to forty strokes,” and “not to get those arms in the way or she would get double trouble!” then with no further adoo he fetched a cane, showed it to the sobbing woman and struck her left inner thigh with as much force as a school master at a wilful boys backside. The woman cried out, the body shook, then the second and third landed, the hands rising as if to fend off the next stroke, or to ease the pain, then remembering his promise of doubling the sentence, they fell to her breasts as if to grip them and transfer the pain. Jodie noticed that her eyes never left the CEO`s face during the process. Five strokes fell in quick succession, then a pause, before the next five began on the other leg. By now the woman was beginning to scream, really scream.
Jodie was unable to avert her gaze, knowing that it could and would only get worse and she was powerless to stop it…
Back to the left inner thigh another rain of five, lower this time, nearer to the woman`s sex, a pause, the next five to balance the job, then he stopped, changing the cane for a small leather multi strand whip, and remarking to the by now frantic woman that “she was half way, and that this was less damaging,” he began again.
By now the stroke`s with total accuracy fell within an ace of Rita`s sex, the skin reddening as each landed, pain causing her body to jerk as it absorbed each and every stroke.
He paused, perhaps for effect perhaps to heighten the coming pain, by now there was no doubt in the minds of anyone in that room as to where the next ten strokes would fall and that included the victim, who by now was shrieking; NO PLEASE, NO, NO, repeatedly.
But it was to no avail, as with a smile the first hit to the left lip, the shrieking increased, whack, whack, whack, the strokes fell steadily, the body jerked, her breasts bloody from her own nails digging into the skin, gripping herself harder as each stroke fell, this time after five, there was no let up, six, seven eight, blood dribbling from the ravaged tender organ now, the body jerking twitching and writhing, nine, and then the last a real haymaker that despite the moving target struck accurately and completely along the slot of life, the leather thongs stinging their painful pattern from the clitorise to the rosebud in a final terrible stroke.
After a second with her scream still echoing round that massive apartment there was a call of “CUT”, Sid stopped his filming, and the three older men applauded as Mike lowered the woman to the floor, then as she lay sobbing and impassive released the cuffs. The would be first aider, Pete, who had crept in un-noticed lifted the sobbing woman easily and carried her effortlessly away, no doubt to render some aid to the damaged woman`s sexual passage, the CEO following the casualty with his eyes, as if he was strangely connected to her in some way.
Coffee was served up by Mandy, it was the distraction he needed, it was as if it was a perfectly normal film set, filming some non-sexual soap opera, the crew resting between shoots. It was surreal.
Suddenly it struck Jodie as she sipped her coffee, that she was the only woman left now, surely it was to be her turn next, her scenes, whatever they may be, and a cold shudder ran through her, the CEO and the menfolk discussing with Mike his artistry with that whip as he pulled on black trousers and a clean white shirt over the black leotard.
Was that a good sign, she wondered, he obviously was not going to play the role he had in the last two shoots,
The coffee drunk, Pete and the now dressed Rita, walking slowly and bow leggily, reappeared, the CEO asked in a concerned voice, “, have you learnt anything mother and are you OK?” a comment that had Jodie reeling back in her seat, and to which Rita looking at the man`s feet, unable to meet his eye, replied that she was thank you, and that she had learnt her lesson!
He bade her sit then returned to his role as if to dismiss the woman and the thought.
From his briefcase he took a folder then addressed both Jodie and Mike, “Now, your scene miss, in this scene you begin dressed as you are, Mike you will refer to you as “the dog whore, you both will make it clear that the fee is £500, and that you are willing to enjoy that situation to be penetrated by a large dog, and, you miss WILL agree those terms and say that you understand and are willing to do the film , but you want certain things, such as to be tied securely, and what that your safe-word will be Mike will pick that, and don’t go off thinking that we usually use safe words here, as we don’t, but it sounds good for the film!” he paused and grinned, then went on that “that bit will be filmed out in the corridor and you need to look happy to comply young lady” the rest will be in here, so off you go with Sid and get that bit finished.”
The three participant`s, were led into the brightly lit corridor, the brick wall being used for the street style location, the CEO positioning the two doing the acting and when he deemed them ready nodding at Sid saying “ACTION” and the dialog began.
Mike; “ah the dog loving whore, I am glad you came, and I`m happy to see you”
Jodie; “why?”
Mike; “I`ve got a bit of film work for you if you’re interested.”
Jodie; “might be.”
Mike;” it’s a K9 film, but your going to have to submit to a big old dog!”
Jodie grinning; “great, how much?”
Mike; “£400”
Jodie; “nope, I`ll do it for six!”
Mike; “split it to five and you are on.”
Jodie; “well…ok… but with the conditions that and I`m bound, so as it looks like I don’t like dog dick… which of course I do but I don’t want those watching to know that do I? oh and I need a safe word, if it all gets too much,”
Mike; OK, well, I don’t like d**gs you know that, I want to see every tiny reaction on film and d**gs just don’t do that do they? And a safe word, it needs to be something unconnected, we will use the word “deeper,” is that alright, Jodie unthinkingly replied; “yeh as long as you and I know what the word is, I`m happy. When then and I want the cash up front” Mike; “yeh that’s ok and we can get started now if your free!” Jodie grinned; “OK, why not, I`ve nothing on this evening and money is money.” Mike, taking out his wallet began making a show of paying up rather flamboyantly, counting the notes into her hand with a flourish; “£500, there you are, come on in then and it will be an easy mornings work for a proven K9 whore like you” and he laughed, taking her arm and leading her off set as she crammed the notes into her purse!
The voice of the CEO said “CUT!” then with a grin he said, “babe you’re a natural, that was brilliant!”
Her mind was still troubled, she had, in front of a camera, just agreed to be tied down and screwed by another dog, this time without d**gs but at least they had agreed to a safe-word.
In the room once more, the CEO asked if she was on the pill, she assured him she was, and he then told her that the as he “wanted to use her afterwards,” it was not open to discussion she knew that by just his tone. She knew she was powerless and felt degraded and ashamed, especially under the gaze of Rita, who by now had stopped crying, and was sat watching with the two men, Pete the first aider, and Sid who was readying the cameras, each with the eyes that missed nothing. Of the first girl and Mandy there was no signs at all.
The second scene began, after a short briefing, by the CEO, in this scene she had to place her bag on a chair and smiling remove shoes stockings and outer clothing, the camera did some close up work at her now nearly exposed genitailia, before the cry of “CUT” rent the air and to her relief she was allowed to rest, feeling as degraded as a girl could feel.
A few moments passed before scene three began, after only the scantest of briefing, which further unsettled her, though she knew it was inescapable, apparently, she was to make herself comfortable on the stool, and proffer her wrists and so on, to Mike and to “make it look authentic on the willing front!” he would secure her, and then control the whole scene and she was not to forget the ‘safe’ word… She asked what happened then? To be crisply told “that she didn’t need to know the rest, as she would not be able to influence the outcome anyway!” her guts instantly turned to jelly, as she realised the situation she was now in.
Duly the watchers were quietened, and the cry of ACTION set the ball rolling. Mike in a whisper hissed smile and with Sid dancing round her taking film, and Pete operating the larger camera, she was brought to the stool,
Mike asked for her knickers, which she with a false smile gave him, the camera to her shame taking in every detail, every hair of her sex, before she was led to the kneeling shelf of the stool, here she was told to remove the basque. Her breasts 34b cup and pert as could be now became Sid`s points of aim, tiny red lines where the basque had gripped her skin showing vivid in his viewfinder, as he controlled the focus to take in the tiniest detail. She waited till the straps had secured her lower legs, slightly astraddle, and then lay herself resignedly along the padded top, using her hands to settle her breasts in the most comfortable position, and noticing that regardless of her conscious will, her nipples were like two pebbles, erect and excited.
Sid`s little piggy eyes and searching lens darting about searching for every single tiny move, it seemed to her looking into her soul, it was beyond her worst nightmare of shame.
Mike meantime had secured her left arm and had moved to her right, remembering her instructions she gave him her right wrist, and he duly secured that, she was now mechanically in their power, she had no control of her body, now, though in reality she had not had control in any form since that blessed party. Her mind reeled off pictures from the film, the dog, her disgust at her bodies reaction even with the d**gs, and here she was, tied, un-d**gged and her nipples were stiff and her cunt dripping wet, waiting for that big black dog to ravish her once more.
Instead there was a cry of “CUT”
“Is the dog ready?” she recognised the voice as the CEO, then behind her Mandy replying that he was, Mike appeared once more kneeling to quietly tell her that “if you tense up by the way it is worse for you, and be warned, this second dog is a particular brute, and he`ll not be wearing mittens, if he scratches you must sort the cuts carefully when you get home, as they tend to turn septic!” her mind stuck at ‘second dog,’ how many of these brutes was she to endure, reading her mind he grinned and said “yes there`s two!” then he stood and smiled as the first dog appeared.
As before it appeared before her licking at her face like an old friend, she saw that his paws were wrapped in socks of some sort, something she had not noticed before, the a****l was led from her sight, and before she could react, not that other than moving her eyes and head was an option, the voice of authority shouted “ACTION” and Mike appeared leading the black shaggy a****l to her head once more.
She was told to “open her mouth and blow him a little,” and this she did, the a****l at a single word of command, duly standing on his hind paws, his front feet planted heavily and uncomfortably on her back and his stiffening tool pushed into her waiting jaws. The giant tool grew as she expected, though the size and length was just amazing and it soon was pressing itself into her throat, she spluttered and gagged, on the invader, breathing became difficult, desperate for air, she tried to back from the all filling penis, but the dog pressed home his advantage and she began to lose consciousness. Another command and the a****l removed itself, to sit with a rampant red tool standing from its sheath, and Jodie gasping in lung-fulls of much needed oxygen.
Mike laughing now led the dog from view, she knew that this was it, regardless of her readiness the a****l was going to take her now, make her his bitch once more!
Without ado the great b**st jumped up and shoved himself into her sex, his hips stabbing just as before the stiff almost wooden tool jabbing at her soft lips, then a final triumphant shot that opened her and filled her at once, the a****l staggered forward, lunging and stabbing at her insides, in a way no man can imitate, the tool incredibly swelling still more and cramming itself deeper than she could remember, he began to swell , this time the knot jamming itself just inside the point of entry in a way that was both fantastic and painful at the same time, her belly receiving the hot seed as it spewed into her womb. The feeling hot and flooding, as he filled her, in short but telling spurts.
Sid was in front of her now, the a****ls tongue, lolling, breathing hard, drool dripping onto the side of her face, a face that was contorting, half with the pain of the knot, half with a joy that was beyond any climax she had had before, her eyes rolling, breath short and gasping, the camera not missing the tiniest of twitch.
The dogs hips stilled, the hot jizz now just a trickle, her belly stretched he lay heavy on her back, long agonising moments passed, then the great shaggy body rose, but relief was short lived aa with a swift tearing motion the tool ripped itself from her tender sheath, and pain roared through her body, a torrent
flooded the shelf she knelt on.
She lay, her body tired, wet dribbling from her sex, colder air making her body shiver, now her warm coated had gone, and it was long seconds before Sid now at her head, raised his lens then fell back as a snarl echoed round the room. Mike appeared, a stiff bar keeping a brown ridge-back at a safe distance the a****l shaking its head and snarling, his eyes wild, his lips rolled from his teeth. The a****l paused in front of Jodie, eyeing her with hatred, holding her eye for a second then leaping in the air, twisting and turning in the attempt to free itself from the bar,
Mike leading the ferocious b**st from her line of vision, she knowing and in abject terror now as she heard the command for the slavering b**st, and the feeling of the slobber of the a****ls drool on her backside, she began to squeal in mortal terror, knowing that she was about to be mounted, her cry’s falling on deaf ears, the a****l being urged forward on that bar, forelegs scrabbling for purchase, skin tearing as he stabbed at her just as the black had done before him, a soft hand slid between her legs and the monster directing the fearsome tool, which Jodie; could only imagine, towards it ultimate target. Suddenly she realised that its target was not her wet and pre- opened sex, it was being directed into her anal passage. Her screams rose a decibel, as realisation dawned, the hot tip found its target, flailing back and forth with the a****ls hips. He adjusted his position, gripping her torso with his forelegs, claws mercifully below her belly. The jerking tool crammed its way into her, the sphincter stretching as the hot invasion ebbed and flowed up further into her passage, stretching her, tearing at her, further inside than any of the men last time who had been the first violators of her arse. Her screams, and attempts to move away from the all powerful tool thwarted by the bindings, caught by Sid, forever, tears falling her arse on fire, she realised there was worse to come,, as he began to knot.
Hot seed began to spew into her bowel, the sphincter began to stretch, she began to fear permanent injury. In desperation she remembered the safe-word, screamed it to Mike it must stop, it must, but her demented mind failed to realise the trap,” DEEPER, DEEPER, YOU BASTARD DEEPER,”
Mike began to laugh maniacally, this was too much, shouting back at her over the row of the dogs cries and her screams, “he`s all the way in you randy bitch, he`s nothing more to give you,” her bowel flooded, pain in waves tearing through her, she knew there was nothing to do, but wait, and scream.
Time passed, seconds, minutes, then the fulfilled a****l went quiet, shrugged then stepped over her body turning himself using his prick as a fulcrum, paws tearing at her skin as he went over her back, till he stood, backside to arse with her. still embedded, his tail beating her back for just a second, as that terrible knot shrank a little, then he lunged away from her, his first attempt shifting girl, and stool together, causing her yet more pain and screaming, after a moments pause his second tearing the shrunken knot from its velvet holster, and sending even more pain straight to her minds core, at that moment she blacked out. It was a short respite, moments later she returned, the dog had gone, blood flecked seed dribbled from her stretched and torn anal ring, though she of course could not see it, Sid had it ‘in the can’ every terrible second of this terrible anal ****.
A cry of “CUT” and it was over.
Mike was congratulated, Sid, even Peter was congratulated, she lay tears falling, her body a pool of pain, unable to do more than sob, totally ignored.
Coffee had been served once more, she could smell it and Van-Keefs cigar, she heard them draw straws, or cut cards or something, then the CEO came to her, he slid into her still lubricated sex, she could hardly feel it, the dog having stretched her entrance, he did not last long, a second man approached, made himself known, as Mike, called her a randy bitch, and rammed himself into her violated anal orifice, already excited by the events of the film he did not last long, Mr Van-Keef, Sid, Peter, all took a turn, Costas bringing up the rear, last but not least, giving the worn out woman two fills to end the mammoth session.
She was released, carried to a shower and told to be “dressed and ready in ten!”, she could hardly stagger, she threw on her dress, collected her basque and, her clasp, checking the money was still in the it, then on Costas shoulder she was helped to his car. She was asleep before the road end, the car swishing through the wet streets, wending its way to the A2, a good hour and a bit, passed, till the sleek machine slid to a halt outside her home. He woke her, helped her to the door, kissed her, rang the bell and was gone in seconds, the surprised girls soon helping her indoors. She was home and safe...for now.