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Groaning softly, I opened my eyes. A physical overhaul was the first of
my worries, before even bothering to take in my current situation.
Understandably, I was in a state of complete ache. The backs of my
thighs, the line of my spine, and my wrists all protested with every
movement. My knees, too, seemed almost unwilling to bend, making it
difficult to stagger forward - which was, for some reason, what I was
being urged to do, at that very moment. And as anticipated, my bowels
felt like they had been pillaged by Vikings.
Which they could have been, for all I knew. The effects of Southern
Comfort lingered, though I was far from absolutely unwitting. There was
no anguish or despair, when the events of the last few hours whipped
through my thoughts, but my cheeks flushed noticeably, at what I could
recall.
It's what you wanted, I reminded myself, brushing my tussled hair back
from my eyes. A mirror would be anything but welcome, right now. I knew
my makeup was a mess, and what's more my pigtails were probably quite
crooked, if not completely unrecognizable. A glance confirmed that my
costume, though, had survived. Relieved that I wasn't near dead or
bleeding, my thoughts turned to my surroundings.
I was surprised it took me this long to become cognizant of the arm
around my waist, keeping me from falling as I tottered down the hallway
and back into the club on my heels. The arm belonged to Will, who was
looking far more composed than I was sure I did. He waved as we reentered
the party, calling out. I didn't bother trying to concentrate on what
Will was saying, my eyes were turned down to the floor. You would be
embarrassed too, stumbling out with a man's arm around your waist,
dressed as Dorothy.
Bewilderment took the place of humiliation, though, when I realized Will
was turning us towards the door. I looked up, as Stacey was waving both
Will and I off. She paused, though, when I raised my head, tilting her
own head as if to make sure I was okay. Here, I allowed a smile,
embarrassed and confused as it was, which seemed to satisfy Stacey. She
gestured, first to her ear and then to a table we were passing. I barely
had time to grab my clutch from the indicated table, before Will was
throwing the door open and leading me outside.
I was more or less anticipating Will's next move, so I wasn't overly
surprised when Will opened the passenger-side door of one of the closer
vehicles. I eased awkwardly into the seat, again pushing my hair back
behind one ear. It was evident the night had just begun, as far as Will
was concerned. He dropped into the driver's seat, and we left the club
behind.
Nursing a throbbing ache between my temples, I didn't notice when Will
reached down and freed his semi-erect girth from his trousers. I couldn't
help but notice, though, when Will wrapped his right hand around the back
of my neck, and forcibly guided my attention down to his lap.
Only the second time I would be taking a cock in my mouth, and certainly
the first time I'd ever had to perform "road dome", I hesitated
momentarily before licking my lips, and allowing my tongue to tease
Will's erection to life. I must have been quite clumsy in my attempts, I
am sure, though it wasn't too long before his cock was hard enough for me
to slip my lips around completely. Shifting my aching hips in the seat, I
felt my own arousal - pitifully small compared to Will's nine inches -
pushing against the confines of my panties.
My head bobbing up and down on Will's shaft, I concentrated my complete
attention on achieving his climax, because my neck was getting steadily
sore. It wasn't long before I was rewarded, but it wasn't quite what I
expected. I blamed the road, but as Will came, I failed to keep my mouth
around his cock, and the resulting ejaculation caught me across the face.
Will removed his hand from my neck, and I sat up, his warm fluids
dripping down my cheeks.
"Clean yourself up, girl."
With no towel at my disposal, I could only guess what Will expected.
Daintily, I wiped the offending liquid away with my fingers, and slipped
them into my mouth to be cleaned. The taste was just as unfamiliar,
particularly now that I was less inebriated. But I managed a smile for
Will, even as I was delicately transferring his load from my dripping
bangs to my waiting mouth.
It wasn't long before we reached a place I assumed was Will's. I
recognized the area, it wasn't far off-campus. Will was probably a
graduate student, since I certainly thought I would have recognized
another undergraduate. Which meant Will was somewhere between twenty-two
and twenty-six, give or take a year. Escorted up the front steps, there
was little I managed to take in of the apartment, both the exterior and
the interior. I would have been happy to study the main room, but Will
was quickly ushering me towards the bathroom.
"I want you fixed-up. Make sure those pigtails are cute again, girl."
With that, the door was shut and I was left alone to gather my thoughts.
The reflection in the mirror was, just as I expected, anything but
complimentary. I set to work touching up my makeup, particularly the
blush and the lipstick. And as instructed, I tugged my hair free, located
a brush on the sink counter, and brushed through my hair thoroughly
before pulling it back into the now familiar pigtails. I've always loved
the sight of a girl in pigtails, always.
Satisfied, I took a moment to compose myself and straighten my dress,
before dipping back out of the bathroom. Will was waiting, and stepped up
to meet me. My head barely reached his chest, even with my heels, so I
felt intimately feminine as Will wrapped his arms around my waist and
kissed me. My neck craned back, I looped my own arms around his neck
loosely and gave a small moan of contentment - which quickly turned to a
squeak of surprise, when Will stepped back after a small click.
Collared by Stacey, I was now leashed by Will. He stood with a wickedly
crooked grin and a leather leash, about six feet long, in one hand.
"Lose your panties, and get down on all fours, bitch."
Confused, but hardly one to argue with a command, I fumbled to reach
beneath my petticoats and tug my panties down. Soiled as they were, I
tossed them to the ground before lowering to my knees. Hesitant, I only
fell to my hands too following a small tug on my leash. Looking up, Will
nodded his approval, before turning and leading me to the center of the
room.
I was far from practiced on all fours, and stumbled along quite clumsily.
Waiting for me were a pair of dog bowls, the one filled with water and
the other with... kibble. With a small whine, I looked up as Will settled
on a nearby couch and opened my mouth to protest. Will must have
anticipated a verbal complaint. He tugged on my leash, and raised one
hand.
"No, no, no. Bitches can't talk. Now, drink up. And make sure both bowls
are empty. I can't have my bitch being fucked on an empty stomach, now
can I?"
Well, there wasn't much arguing with that. Resigned, I dropped my head to
the bowls. To say one was easier than the other would be impossible. Both
the water and the kibble were challenging, both requiring the use of only
the tongue, lips, and sometimes even nose, in the case of the latter. I
alternated as best I could between the bowls, hoping to make the water
last long enough so that the dry, tasteless kibble would be easier to
suffer. As I was eating, Will tethered the leash to the foot of the couch
and rose. Warning me not to cease, I saw Will leave the room in my
peripheral.
It wasn't long, though, before Will returned. I was still struggling with
the bowls, relieved that the floor was carpeted. My knees would have been
protesting worse than they already were on a hardwood floor. I felt my
relief peak, too, when Will lifted my dress and bunched it around my
waist again. Certainly there was a part of me that made my arousal swell
and my hips wiggle with anticipation, even as I continued to work on the
kibble.
"Good girl... Keep your nose in that dog food."
It was then that my nightmare began. At first I wondered why Will was
wearing gloves. As I turned to look, a tug on my leash forced my eyes
back down to the bowls. Then I puzzled at Will's warm, ragged breath,
dimly aware that Will had managed to tug the leash, without removing his
gloved hands from my waist... Furthermore, I felt Will's fingers at my
opening. My protests and confusion died, though, upon the penetration of
my still-sore bowels. I found myself gasping softly, and then smiling
breathlessly as Will set a vigorous, almost violent rhythm. It was a far
more aggressive fucking than I remembered from the party, but I was
drunker then. It turns out, my brain functions weren't so up to snuff, at
the moment, either.
"Bark, bitch... Bark for the camera."
In that moment, I first realized I was deeply entrenched in a nightmare.
Will's voice was far off, at least several feet away. There was no
possible way Will could be behind me. The last of the kibble and water
forgotten, I shot a look of horror over my shoulder. Will was indeed
several feet off, taping the proceedings. My mounted lover was not Will.
He was not even human. I stared in disbelief, completely numbed even as
the Labrador's claws dug into my bare hips. His fur was black, the irony
of which Will was quick to point out.
"Come on, Dorothy, bark for Toto. Be a good girl, and bark for your
Toto..."
His voice was dripping with sinister mockery, causing my cheeks to flush
hotly at the pure humiliation of it all. I felt my vision blur, the first
tear spilling and rolling down my cheek even as I failed to contain a
gasp of pain, the dog's thrusts growing more abusive, more agonizing. I
forced my eyes forward, away from the sight of my animalistic rapist. The
dog was easily my superior in terms of strength, his weight throwing me
forward with every rapid-paced push of his cock into my raw, throbbing
ass. I felt his claws tear, not deep, but enough to draw jagged, red
marks along my sides. I cried silently, each second that passed seeming
more like a whole minute.
"Bitch, I said bark!"
Will's cold shout brought me back from my tortured thoughts, brought me
back to the reality of my nightmare. I wasn't even fully conscious of my
obedience, the sound of my weak, shaking barks sounding distant and
alien. But bark I did, pathetically, as "Toto" ravaged the last of my
dignity.
Later, I would be thankful that canines have very little self-control, or
at least very little interest in prolonging the act of mating. Although
it felt like an eternity, it was probably no more than five minutes
before I felt the dog's breathing growing more hoarse, his thrusts
growing more desperate. Of course, I was rather unfamiliar with the
intricacies of canine sex, and I certainly didn't imagine my anus could
be stretched wide enough to allow a tennis ball entry.
What I had thought were the dog's balls pressing against my opening was
something much more horrific: the canine's knot. A tremulous bark
faltered, before evolving into a scream of pain as the dog forced his
knot past the muscles of my anal ring. My arms shook, finally giving out
beneath me as I fell forward, the dog's climax an afterthought. I felt my
bowels swell, my eyes squeezed shut as the tears continued to fall. My
scream had now dissolved into a wracking sob.
"Oh, don't pretend like you didn't love it, bitch. You're harder than
Toto."
Will's sneer was truthful, much to my added despair. Consciously, I was
terrified and humiliated beyond all belief, but unconsciously, I'd taken
the pounding with a throbbing erection of my own. At the very thought,
though, I felt my arousal slacken. I was genuinely disgusted with myself.
Oh, I was willing enough to put on a gingham dress, dance with much older
men, even take it in the mouth and ass for the first time. The alcohol
had only made those fantasies easier to fulfill. I was happy enough to be
taken home, and even endure a certain level of degradation. But now... I
had been raped, forced to submit to a dog.
I don't know how long I lay there, before the dog wrenched himself loose.
Long enough that the knot was less than half its size upon penetration, I
figured. I was dimly aware of the dog retreating, curling up to lap at
his own dripping shaft. My ass remained in the air another moment, before
I collapsed completely to the ground in exhaustion. I had long since
exhausted my tears, the pain just as much a nonentity, numb as I was.
At length, though, I managed to summon enough strength to push myself off
the floor and take in my situation. The dog was asleep, now, I presumed.
Will was nowhere to be seen, nor was the video camera that had documented
my humiliation. Trembling, I used the couch to help pull myself up, only
to be nearly thrown off balance by the sudden realization that I was
still leashed to the couch's foot. Desperate, I reached up and unclasped
the leash from my collar. I then wobbled towards the door, as quietly as
I could manage. In my post-rape daze, and still influenced to some degree
by the amount of alcohol I'd consumed, I never thought to take off my
heels to make my escape easier, as I grabbed my clutched and slipped out
the front door.
"Dorothy, it's time to put you in your cage for the night..."
Those words were the last I heard, leaning against Will's door to catch
my breath, before I pushed away and staggered outside. I guess Will
wasn't completely crazy. He didn't throw open the door and chase after
me, once he realized I was gone. He probably cursed up a storm, and then
went to beat off to the tape of Dorothy getting fucked by Toto. I was too
shaken to be relieved, though. Fumbling through my purse, I found my cell
phone. Will must have taken my cash, but at least I had my I.D. and my
phone.
I stood on an unfamiliar street in a somewhat familiar area, an
effeminate, tragically submissive man dresses as the iconic image of
innocence, Dorothy. Shivering, I realized it was well past three in the
morning. I dialed, impatient and desperate. Finally, even as I fought off
another wave of tears, there was a voice on the other end of the line.
"Stacey," I said, voice broken and weak. "I need your help."
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