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"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.
She began to gasp for breath, deep racking gulps of air to fill her lungs and give her strength for the ravage of her violent orgasm... for it was on the way!
"Mmmmmm, Mmmmmm, Mmmmmm," she crooned aloud to herself, "I'm coming... I'm... Mmmmmmmm, Mmmmm... coming... harder... harder... Mmmmmm, Mmmmmm."
Each jerking throb of her body's great orgasm brought a low moan from the girl in the plastic prison. The still humping dog was caught up in the excitement, sensed the end was near, and began the guttural whine with which most dogs signal the impending breeding. His dog knot was swelling to proportions one would not have believed possible to push in and out of a woman's fragile hole, and yet he did. Carolyn was whimpering now, partly from the pain of the growing knot, partly from the pleasure of pre- climax when the world is a wonderful soft glow of clouds floating.
"Ohhhhhh, mmmmmm, ohhhhhhhh," she groaned louder as she climbed a mountain of orgasms and reached the pinnacle. "OHHHH OHHH!!!"
She lay exhausted and limp, her body suddenly squeezed dry of passion and drained of all movement. There was only the faintest flutter of motion beneath the ivory lids and a single sigh.
And still the Great Dane hammered his bone into her lifeless form. His knob would no longer pull free of the bitch's body beneath. The long deep thrusts had suddenly become a staccato of short stabs which shook her body on the table with their intensity.
Jason never took his eyes from the girl's tortured face until she had given herself to the animal and sank in exhaustion. She would never be the same in her own eyes again. He, Jason Benson, had seen to that! And now it was his turn. The dog would cast the last stone of shame... and then he would casually redeem her with his gift of 'acceptance' into the fold. Jason let his cold hard eyes slide down the girl's still body to the brown velour of her open crotch and watched the dog's unusually thick penis ripping away the last vestiges of her fallen dignity. With one final whine, Nero burst his dog knot and the hot juice ran slowly out into the unprotesting bitch's body. The dog humped one last time, twice, then stood still with his massive head down, panting, as he patiently waited for the swelling to go down in his buried staff. Hung up, as he was on the narrow frame of the woman's body, he could do nothing but squat over his vaginal prison and wait.
Jason felt the warnings coming. He tried to hold back, tried desperately, but he could feel it shooting up from his emaciated balls. Frantic with haste, he grabbed the chain about the Dane's neck and pulled at it. The big dog only looked at him. Then Jason realized the dog couldn't move. He was still hung up on the woman. Oh Jesus, he thought, fumbling with the zipper on his expensive trousers. The zipper lock slowed him down. He'd never make it! Then it slipped free and whirred all the way down to his crotch. Jason clutched the wet-head hard and scurried toward the other end of the table where Carolyn's head lay but a few scant inches from the edge. He could lean over that far. She wasn't getting off this easy, by god, she had somethin' coming and she was gonna get it! The final blow of Jason Benson, ha! And one more woman to squirm beneath his hot kiss of sperm.
It was ready to burst! He held the fat little head tight in his hand, holding the oozing slit shut, holding back the explosion of man juice until he could get his dripping cock between the woman's open lips... but it was too late!... and the warm thick liquid spurted into his hand and ran like thick white syrup between his fingers and made wet sticky spots upon his trousers. Jason watched the jerking organ in his hand with disbelief. When the last drop had wrung itself free, a soft sob broke the long silence of the room. Jason spread his hands open before him and looked at the waste, then turned and ran from the room.
Mario watched his employer's retreating back and felt the detached amusement he had known so often before. He had often heard Jason telling people that he, Mario, was 'a little slow in his thinking.' Huh! Well, maybe he was. That's what the doctors said before he ran away from the detention home and he found a job here with the kennels. Maybe he was, Mario chuckled mirthlessly to himself, but he didn't have to watch a dog screwing to get a stiff on. He didn't fuck into his hands. Not Mario Santos! He always found somethin' convenient and willing - well, sometimes willing - to stick it in. Yeah, like the baby doll there.
Mario bounced his heavy cock in his hand and moved closer to the table where Carolyn lay limp and near total exhaustion, her face turned toward the other wall. He reached over and turned her face back toward him with his free hand.
"Hey, baby, wake up. This ain't no time to be taking a nap. You only been fed on one end." He grinned, distorting his features with the lewdness of his intentions. "If you're gonna burn the candle at both ends, girlie, you better feed 'em both."
Carolyn hadn't opened her eyes nor changed her expression. Mario slapped her cheek a short stinging blow.
"You hear me?" he snarled. "You better hear me, little lady, I didn't go fucking off in no goddam dog just to give you a show! You got entertained, now you bloody well better pay your fare."
Carolyn's eyes fluttered several times and then opened slowly. Only inches from her face, the long fat cock joggled and waved in the air. She watched it swaying there with a sort of detached immunity. Then slowly, slowly, she gathered in her nets of reality and realized what the fat fleshy worm was doing there. She pulled her head back and turned her face away.
"Don't do that... again!" Mario growled down at her, roughly grabbing her chin with his hand and slamming her head back the other way to face the drooling beast which grew from his hairy loins.
"Haven't you done enough to me?" she whimpered.
"Me?" Mario said with feigned innocence. "Me? Why, you laid there and fucked off a hundred and sixty-pound Dane with a pecker like a shetland pony... and ya squeezed it so tight he hung up on ya, and old piss pants squirted in his hand just lookin' at you... and you got the guts to say I've done enough to you! Huh! If ya think I did it, you must have been enjoying it even more than I thought you were." Carolyn looked at the small man with disgust, then felt the warm rise of blood to her face. She had enjoyed it. That was the trouble and that was why she was blushing. She wished she could stop. It was like a signed confession to her sins. She averted her eyes from his. "Well, if you aren't the blushingest broad I ever saw." Mario chuckled. "After the dog- hair fucking you got from old Nero here, and from the King t'other day, you just ain't got no cause to go redding up like that... specially when all I wantcha to do is help me with my little problem."
Mario grasped his long penis and waggled it at her.
"See? It's got a terrible swelling in it. Just needs a little attention, a little mouth massage." He poked the fat leaking head against her lips. It left a wet splotch on the dry skin of her mouth and chin.
Carolyn's body convulsed and she turned her head away.
"I said don't do that again!" Mario slapped her hard. The suddenness of his move and the loud smack of his flat hand against her cheek startled the big dog and he jumped back, pulling his dog pecker free with a lewd slurping sound.
"Owwwww!" Carolyn grimaced with the sharp pain.
The knot had not yet spent itself and the dog's weight had pulled it free by tearing the delicate tissues of her entrance. Droplets of blood flowed from the torn flesh and mingled with the oozing liquids that were the proof of Nero's nesting in her hairy little hole. Together they slid down the crack of her buttocks and onto the table's surface and puddled there, red and white smears for all to see. The dog walked a few feet away, then sat down and licked the woman smell from his contented cock. His long tongue curled out and around his own stick as Bravo had curled and licked at Mario moments before. Now and then a small drop or two of fluid would seep from the center passage and poise dangerously on the brink of his prick. Nero licked them carefully off until the organ was no longer bulbous and had slid back into the hairy security of its pouch of flesh, carried like a kangaroo baby beneath his lean stomach until his Master brought him another bitch to breed. He licked his mouth off and looked around the room.
"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?"
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