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   PART 1

   For about ten minutes it was perfect.  Mulder beside her, on horseback,
heading for the Pyramids in time for the sunset.  Scully purred inside and
gave a grateful thankyou to Skinner for having arranged this break for them
and then insisting that they went.  What could be better?

   As Mulder's horse lowered its left front leg to the desert, it suddenly
caught sight of a scorpion, tail raised, just in front of it.  The horse
screamed in panic, threw back its head and bolted straight ahead.  Taken by
surprise, Mulder lost contact with one of the stirrups and it took all of
his agile strength to hold on as the horse galloped away.  He did not have
time to think about Scully as he was too busy saving himself from crashing
to the ground.

   In shock Scully's horse took off as fast as it could run, but away to
the right, at right angles to Mulder's disappearing tracks.  Scully was no
horsewoman but she had been told that the secret to staying on was to grip
with your knees.  She lowered her head against the rushing wind and gripped
as hard as she could, determined to stay on no matter how fast the horse
ran.

   For ten or fifteen minutes the horse rushed across the desert sand until
its strength began to weaken and the panic drained out of it.  Scully found
that she was panting for breath as they eventually came to a halt in a
circular dune.  Looking up and around her for the first time since the
horse had bolted, Scully realised that she might be lost.  In principle it
should be easy.  Turn around and go back the way they had come.  But the
desert wind was strong enough to brush away their tracks and the horse
might not always have run in a straight line.

   With a determined look in her eyes Scully turned the horse's head and
kicked in with her heels to drive it up the sides of the dune.  A while
later and all that she could see was sand.  Dammit, she thought, why didn't
I bring a compass or something?  A radio?  It was beginning to get dark and
she didn't like the feeling of being out here in the scary desert on her
own.  She tried calling for help, shouting for Mulder, but her voice seemed
to be thin and wispy, blown away in the wind.

   Standing as tall as she could in her stirrups the only feature that
broke the endless sand was a thin dark line over to her left.  There were
no other clues to aim for, so she turned towards it.  To her great relief
as she neared it, she saw that it was a basic road.  Something man made at
least, and that promised rescue.  With greater confidence Scully turned up
onto the road and encouraged the horse to trot a little faster.

   Darkness fell but there was enough light from the moon to see the road
clearly, so Scully pressed on.  Tired and almost in a trance as she trotted
slowly through the dark desert, the first light broke ahead.  Scully
stopped the horse to see what it was.  In a moment it was clear that it was
the headlights of a vehicle and it looked as if it was heading towards her.
Scully found that her heart was beating hard as she hoped that the car or
whatever it was would come down her road and not turn off, leaving her
alone again.

   Sure enough as she waited, the lights came closer until she could see
that it was some sort of 4 x 4 jeep heading towards her.  Scully slipped
down from her horse and stood in the middle of the road, her arms out,
waving the jeep to a halt in front of her.  Bathed in the bright, yellow
lights of its headlights Scully could see very little of the vehicle or its
passengers.

   But the jeep pulled to a halt in front of her and an Arab slipped out of
the driver's door leaving the engine running.  Scully had the impression of
a brown leathery face, used to the sand and desert, and noticed the
moonlight glinting off a gold tooth as he spoke to her.  In broken English
he demanded:

   "You American?  You Scully?"

   Scully was so relieved to hear her name that she felt tears welling in
her eyes.

   "Yes, oh yes.  Thank God!  I'm so glad to see you...."

   "Come, plis."

   The Arab gestured towards the jeep and led the way.  Scully followed,
her horse behind her.  Instead of taking her to the passenger door, the
Arab headed for the back of the jeep.  By the time Scully had reached him
the doors were open and he was poking around inside the back.  Scully
thought that he was making space for her to climb into the back and happily
ducked her head in through the back doors.  As she did so a strong brown
arm wrapped itself around her and a pad of chemicals was pressed into her
nose.

   Exhausted from her adventure and taken by surprise, Scully barely
struggled before the chloroform hit and she collapsed limply into the back
of the jeep.


   PART 2

   Scully's next memory was of a courtyard filled with noise and light and
movement.  As her groggy senses returned she found herself outside, both
hands tied behind her back, guarded by a dangerous looking armed man. 
There was shouting and bustle but she couldn't really understand what was
happening.

   Ahead of her were wooden gates into a large building and after a few
minutes the gates burst open in a blaze of torches as 4 men strode towards
her.  One was obviously in charge and Scully could see that all the other
men now waited for his orders.  He stood in front of her, holding his torch
high over her, an interested, amused grin on his face as he checked over
his prize.

   In fast Arabic he gave instructions.  One man was sent to one side and
set light to whatever was inside a large steel drum, which began to blaze.
The armed man behind Scully must have been told to grip her firmly from
behind as another 2 men closed in on her taking their daggers from their
waist belts.  Scully pulled but she was firmly held.

   Laughing faces pushed close to her as the knives pressed towards her. 
The leader watched, amused, hand on hip in front of her.  For a moment
Scully thought that she was about to die and had a sudden rush of feeling
for all the things that she had meant to do and had never done.  But the
knives were only for her clothing.  From either side of her the men sliced
and pulled, stripping away Scully's jacket, her blouse and slacks until she
was left in her bra and pants.  She flushed, feeling vulnerable and
defenceless surrounded by all these strange men who held her in their
power.

   Another order and the clothes that had been cut from her were picked up
and dumped into the flaming drum.  A wave of panic rose through Scully as
she thought of her money, her IDs, credit cards - everything - lost so
casually.  But she was distracted from the burning drum by the leader
moving smoothly towards her.  With an air of ownership he reached forward
to Scully and sliced through her bra and then either side of her panties.
As they fell to the ground, Scully knew that she was helpless and exposed.
His hand reached out to squeeze her left breast experimentally.  His thumb
brushed across its nipple and then released her.

   More orders.  Sharp foreign commands and the leader turned on his heel
and went back into the building.  Three of the men picked up Scully - one
at her head and the other two at her feet - and carried her across the
courtyard.  She could not see where they were taking her and so had no
warning as she was thrown into a tank of blue, grey chemical sludge. 
Spluttering and coughing Scully broke surface and found that she was in no
risk of drowning.  It was easy enough for her to stand and the sludge only
came to her waist.  But the chemical smell was overpowering.  Then she
realised.  She had been put into the sheep dip.  The Arabs had disinfected
her!

   Shivering in the night air and more than a little offended, Scully was
dragged up out of the tank and was led inside the main building.  Corridors
led away to the left and then down stone stairs into an open room with high
ceilings.  An enormous black Negro, bare to the waist, stood in front of
her and it seemed to Scully that she was passed over into his care.  With a
great, black, hand at the back of her neck Scully was steered through an
ornate door into what she was soon to find was the harem.

   Her nose could smell perfume and she caught the low giggles of other
women, even though she saw no-one.  The Negro was silent as he led her to a
small cell, which clearly was to be hers.  Pressing her into the stone
wall, he untied her hands and then, without releasing her, attached her
left wrist to a manacle chain that led to the corner of her bunk.  The
chain allowed her to move around her cell but not to leave it.  All there
seemed to be was her bunk, a hole in the ground for a toilet and a tap for
water.  There was no door to the cell but, with the chain, there was no
need for one.

   Left on her own, Scully found that she was exhausted.  The day had been
too much for her and she curled naked onto the bed, hardly aware of the
hard chain, as she drifted easily off to sleep.

   PART 3

   When Scully woke her mind was full of unanswered questions.  Where was
she?  Had she left any clues behind for Mulder to track?  She guessed that
she had been kidnapped and was now being held in a wealthy Arab's harem -
but why?  And how had the driver of the jeep known her name?  How could she
make her escape?

   Very little happened that day until early evening.  She remained chained
in her cell.  Twice the large Negro came in with a tin bowl full of food -
rice and vegetables - which he left with her.  She supposed that she was
meant to drink water from her tap.  She hoped that the water was clean and
safe around here.  Wherever that was.

   Three times young girls appeared at the door of her cell, staring at her
and giggling before running lightly away.  She tried speaking to them but
none of them seemed to understand her English.  She saw that they were
barefoot, stripped to the waist and only wore a thin, short dancer's skirt.
Their wrists were always cuffed although the tiny chain that linked them
seemed almost light enough to break and certainly left them enough movement
to feel free.

   Late in the morning she had realised that it was time to relieve herself
in the hole in the floor.  Strange as it seemed to do this publicly in
front of an open door, she accepted that this was something that she might
have to get used to.  There did not seem to be any paper to wipe herself
with, so she backed into the tap and cleaned herself with the flow of
water.

   Thoroughly rested and almost bored, Scully was relieved when the Negro
eventually came to unlock her from the cell and led her out.  She noticed
that he never spoke and wondered if he was a mute or had had his tongue cut
out.  A little way down a corridor in the harem she went through a door
into a room centred on a round bath, sunk into the floor.  The bath was
full of water, smelling of lavender and jasmine, and seemed deliciously
warm.  Sighing with pleasure, Scully was only too willing to sink into the
water and let it slide over her.

   Two of the other harem girls with the light, jingling chains on their
wrists came in and began to wash her down.  At first it seemed strange and
Scully wanted to stop them, to tell them that she could manage fine without
them, thank you, but their hands persisted and she relaxed, letting it
happen.

   Warm water, soft hands, soap and soft clothes moved luxuriously over
Scully's body.  Well, she thought, if this is what harem life is like,
perhaps I could get used to it!  Even when hands ran over her nipples or
pressed down between her legs, Scully did not push them away.  In fact she
was sorry when they moved briskly away and wished that they would linger
some more.

   Relaxed and feeling fine, all too soon the bath was over and she was
being encouraged to step out.  Scully was led out of the bathroom to
another room on which there was a flat table covered in some sort of soft
cloth.  Another two of the harem girls waited here for her.  With smiles
and hand movements they showed her that she was welcome and invited her to
lie down on the table.  Smiling and friendly, Scully pulled herself up onto
the table and lay back flat.

   Again hands moved over her, but this time they seemed to be full of oil
and perfume.  She was being rubbed and massaged and stroked in a wonderful
sensual blur.  Her eyes closed, Scully rolled and moved with the pressure
of the hands, happy to be kneaded and squeezed as they worked the perfumed
oils into her skin.

   Up and down each of her fingers, between her toes, behind her knees,
across her belly and in the small of her back the slippery, warm hands
worked.  Scully could feel her blood tingling at the nerve ends of her skin
all over her body.

   She was hardly jarred from this blissful relaxation when the Negro's
large hand came down on her shoulders, pressing her firmly down onto the
table and holding her still.  Lower down the girls each took hold of an
ankle and pulled her legs down and apart, tying them to the table legs with
some piece of cloth.  Lifting her head, Scully was aware that her private
area now lay open to view.  But the movements of the girls was so friendly
and slow that she dropped her head again, trusting that all would be well.

   Small scissors clipped at her red public hair, soap was applied and one
or other of the girls worked on her with a razor.  Somewhere deep inside
her Scully registered that she was being shaved nude down there, but it
didn't seem to matter that much.

   In a moment it was done and she was being patted dry between her legs
with a soft towel.  Her ankles were left tied and spread wide across the
table though.  It seemed as though the girls now concentrated entirely on
the few square inches hidden between Scully's legs.  Working gently but
firmly fingers oiled their way round her vulva lips, squeezing and
squashing.  Someone slid down to oil around and then into her anal opening.
A moment later two finger were either side of her clit, stroking it and
squeezing and encouraging it with oiled softness.  Scully could feel
herself flushing with excitement and was sure that her lips were puffing as
she lubricated easily.

   She kept her eyes shut, as she was frightened to spoil it by looking. 
Instead of fingers it now seemed as if there were four mouths working all
over her.  Soft lips traced patterns across her skin, pinched lightly at
her breast, licked lightly over her lips or gently pressed into her vagina
--but never very far.

   Scully began to moan and lift, trying to press into the tongues and
mouths, working with them but each time they seemed to lift and start again
elsewhere.  Waves of sensual pleasure flowed through the redhead, each one
building but never reaching breaking point.

   Over and over it went until she was in a daze of sensual feeling, on
edge and beginning to crave the release of breaking through into a climax
which was always taken away from her.

   At an unseen signal from the Negro the four harem girls stepped back and
released her ankles from the table.  Instead, 4 lengths of white, silken
cord was tied to her wrists and ankles and she was helped to lift herself
up from the table.  Confused, Scully looked around at the excited faces of
the girls and let herself be guided by them.

   Lightly on their bare feet the girls followed the Negro out of the harem
into the main part of the building, leading Scully by her four cords. 
Through room after room the group went until the Negro made them paused as
he knocked loudly on the great door in front of him.  When he heard the
permission to enter the Negro stepped aside and motioned the girls forward.

   Scully barely had time to notice that she had entered a room filled with
about 6 seated men when the harem girls around her plunged face down onto
the floor, prostrating themselves before the men.  Tugged by the cords,
Scully realised that she was expected to do the same and rather clumsily
lay down on the cold stone floor, face to one side.

   She heard the sharp Arab male command that made the girls pick
themselves up and Scully allowed herself to be pulled to her feet.  She
found herself standing in front of the six men.  The man who she remembered
from the courtyard the previous evening was there but to one side.  At the
centre of the room, clearly the most powerful man in the room, was a sheikh
who looked to Scully to be in his mid forties.  She noticed his eagle's
nose and the way that his eyes stared at her over thin lips, in a way that
was so hidden that she could not read his thoughts.

   He seemed to pause for a moment, thinking and then nodded permission to
the harem girls waiting on him.  Scully was turned and pulled lightly back
to the centre of the room.

   Fixed in the floor was a stone, circular carving.  Almost waist high to
her the top surface of the ornately-carved circular column had set into it
a tremendous, black, glistening phallus.  Making Scully gasp at its
associations in her panicky mind, it must have risen 9 inches from the
stone column and was the width of her upper arm.  Spiralling down and
around the phallus was a twisting ridge, a raised vein of black wood
deliberately left by its carver.

   Almost before she had taken this in, Scully was lifted in a daze by the
harem girls who insisted that she lower herself down onto the black
phallus. Scully was uncertain whether to resist or not.  Her blood was
still hot from her treatment in the harem and craved just this sort of
pressure in her vagina.  A small, weaker part of her wanted to scream and
run away to safety.

   With girls' hands on her back and supporting her thighs, Scully found
herself sliding slickly down the pole as it began to push its way into her.
Her own juices , roused and ready, made it easy and impossible for her to
resist.  Her weight was enough to bury her steadily, inch by inch, onto the
pole.

   When the girls could see that she was firmly embedded, more than half
way down the black pole, they released her but spread out across the room
holding on to the cords, still tied to Scully's wrists and ankles.  The two
girls holding her wrists stood to the side of her so that her arms were
pulled out to the left and right as far as possible.  The other two harem
girls held her legs 45 degrees apart and forwards, parallel with the
ground. There was nothing to stop Scully from sliding slowly down the
phallus.

   At a sharp clap of hands from the sheikh the girls began to run
clockwise around the carving, pulling Scully round with them as they ran.
The room was suddenly full of Arab ululating as the girls made that eerie,
throaty call as they speeded up.  In a few turns Scully felt herself sink
to the very bottom of the phallus.  Somehow gravity had forced all of it
inside her and she could feel the head squashing high up inside her
pressing up against her cervix.

   Scully began to feel faint and dizzy as the girls raced around, spinning
her as fast as they could.  The men began to clap out a steady rhythm to
encourage them to keep up their pace.

   She noticed that each time she spun there was a point where the raised
vein of wood, higher than the rest of the pole, pressed into the bloated
end of her clit in an electric way.  Scully moaned as the heat and friction
built inside her.  Without really planning it, she began to squeeze
together and lean her pelvis slightly forward in time to catch the moments
when the vein made contact, stroking her clit and riding the pole.

   The red-haired agent lost track of where she was, naked and shaved, a
prisoner on view in some Arab palace.  All she knew was the overwhelming
heat and sound and stamping and the blood moving through her.  Scully
wanted this orgasm and nothing else mattered.  Everything in her gripped
and squeezed and concentrated as she began to climb up towards her climax.
She was not aware that she began to gasp and moan out loud and that her
chest flushed deep red as the blood rose into her extended nipples.  It was
only at the moment that she broke and screamed out in deep fulfilment that
she realised that she was now the only sound in the room.  Everyone else
had become silent to listen to her.

   Gradually the harem girls came to a halt, their cords slack, releasing
Scully to rest her feet on the floor, still deeply embedded on the pole. 
The men leaned back and began to laugh and talk quietly amongst themselves,
lifting their drinks.

   There seemed to be some discussion and Scully guessed that they were
talking about her and her performance in front of them.  As it was all in
Arabic, of course, she could not understand any of what was said and could
only half concentrate on the sound anyway, as her body began to return down
to normal again.

   Unknown to Scully, they were deciding what to do with her and the sheikh
had just decided to give her to his favourite daughter, Amel, as a pet. 
Scully was to be converted into a bitch.

   PART 4

   The next day Scully was visited in her cell by an Indian tailor who
measured her head in great detail.  Her mouth was measured open and closed.
By the following day Scully was being fitted into her new dog's head. 
Something like a Great Dane, the head was moulded to completely cover her
down to her upper lip.  Eye holes were left so that she could see out
easily enough, but everything else disappeared.

   There was a separate piece to match for her lower jaw.  This seemed to
be glued directly onto her skin, under her chin and right round her bottom
lip.  The lower piece was linked to the main part of the head by studs
which allowed her to open and close her mouth as usual.  There was also a
detachable strip which fitted right across her mouth which kept down her
tongue and made it impossible for her to speak aloud.  This was tested and
then removed for the moment.

   Once the dog's head had been fitted over her, Scully's hands were each
sewn into pads to make them into proper paws - soft on top and with firm
surfaces underneath for her to walk on.  Other pads were tied around her
knees and feet to complete the transformation.

   Scully had been altered magically into something like an old Egyptian
goddess.  Here animal head and pads were a lighter tan than the rest of her
naked body - but together she seemed a fabulous mythical creature.

   Where the head piece ended at her neck she was fitted with a proper dog
collar in black leather, studded with spikes and fitted with a loop to take
her lead.  This completed her costume and from that point on she was forced
to live like a dog, only walking on all fours.

   She no longer lived in her cell in the harem but was moved outside to
the kennels.  For two weeks she was left to learn her new role.  Her kennel
consisted of a run of grass backed onto a small covered hut space.  The
wire roof of the run (and the hut) were no more than 3 feet high, which
meant that Scully could lie down or move on all fours - but could no longer
stand up and walk as a human.

   Within days she was used to shuffling around her run on her hands and
knees.  It began to seem natural to have her breasts swinging down from her
chest, her rear in the air.  She hardly noticed the mask.

   Her hut was where she ate and where she went to the toilet.  Each
morning a servant would ring a bell at the back door of the hut.  Scully
the dog quickly learned that the correct response to the bell was for her
to enter the hut, present her rear end and let out whatever waste was ready
to fall.  If she followed that pattern she was rewarded with a dog dish of
food for breakfast.  The tin dish was placed on the floor of the kennel hut
and Scully learned to eat as quickly as possible, throwing chunks of the
dog food to the back of her throat.  The servant picked her dish up and
took it away when he was ready to leave, whether she had finished or not.
She hated the taste of the dog food but she would starve if she didn't eat
it.  That was her only meal in the day.

   After two weeks of this training she was ready to be presented to Amel,
the sheikh's youngest child.  The servant who came each morning to feed and
clean Scully one day clipped a lead onto her and led her out from the back
of her hut.  Something in Scully knew that it would be a mistake to try to
stand up again and so she padded along behind him as best she could.

   Amel's room was in the women's part of the great house, quite apart from
the central areas.  Amel turned out to a dark-haired, coltish girl of ten
years, just getting used to her new height and small, budding breasts.  Her
eyes were wide with happiness and she clapped in pleasure to see Scully led
into her room.  The servant bowed, reached forward to unclip Scully's
collar and left them alone together.

   Patting her thighs Amel called her dog to her and Scully found herself
placing her head into her young owner's lap.  Pleased, Amel began to stroke
her head, ears and shoulders, rubbing her lightly as she prattled on in
Arabic, telling Scully her plans for their life together.

   Provided that Scully remembered to keep to her role as a pet dog, her
life was much more comfortable than it had been in the kennels.  Amel has
put a soft dog bed in the corner of her room, for Scully to sleep in.  In
the dining area where Amel ate with some of the younger children, Scully
had her own dish.  She was still given dog food and still only once a day.
But now she was encouraged by Amel to 'sit pretty' at table, begging for
scraps.  They would go for walks together and Amel would make Scully chase
a ball and bring it back to her.  But things changed after the party.

   One afternoon five other small girls around Amel's age were invited for
a party meal.  Amel of course included her new pet and Scully had been
petted and pulled at by most of the children.  The girls had eaten as much
as they could and were beginning to break away from the tables to begin
playing games together.  The tables were still covered in food and the
smell began to haunt Scully.  After such a long time of dog food she
yearned to stuff cakes, tarts, biscuits, everything and anything into her
mouth.  Thinking that she had not been seen she edged nearer one of the
tables.

   Her first snatched bite was successful and Scully managed to quickly
swallow down a mouthful of cake.  But as she came back for a second bite, a
small hand reached out for the same piece.  The girl pulled, Scully pulled
and, when the girl saw that Scully was winning, she screamed as loudly as
she could.  Everything in the room stopped as all eyes turned on the girl,
who was called Saheel.  She pointed accusingly down at Scully, denouncing
her in a shrill voice.

   Unfortunately for Scully, the scream had also brought one of the
sheikh's men into the room.  He had been left in charge of overseeing the
party and knew what the sheikh would say to him if one of the guests left
unhappily.  Calling out for assistance from more men in the corridor he
quietened the young girls and announced to that them Scully had been bad
and so must be punished.

   None of this was understood by Scully, of course, who knelt at the edge
of the room wondering what was happening.  The first that she knew about
her punishment was when 2 men came into the room with rope and pulled her
forwards.  Her front paws were tied in a knot together and the rope thrown
up over a beam, so that she was pulled up into the air until her feet were
only just touching the ground.  A second rope was tied to one of her ankles
and was tied off sideways to the edge of the room, so that the dog was left
a strange figure, half human, half dog, hopping on one leg, the other leg
raised out to her side.

   Amel's party guests were encouraged to form a circle round the helpless
Scully.  Saheel was invited to begin the punishment and with relish she
stepped up to swing as hard a she could at Scully's inviting backside. 
'Smack!' 'Smack!' Grunting with effort the girl laid into her soft flesh
with her flailing hand.  Red areas gradually spread across her tender
buttocks as the palm connected again and again.

   Until this moment Amel had instinctively seen Scully as her property,
her new toy.  She would have protected her ownership rights if challenged
by one of her sisters or brothers.  But now, watching her friend laying
into Scully with all her strength, a deep exciting began to build in her
lower regions.  With a call to the other guests to 'get her' Amel moved
into the attack.

   Suddenly Scully was being smacked hard by all 6 of the feverish girls.
Now they fell all over her body as the girls reached for free areas of the
tempting target.  Swipes rained on her breasts, smacking them hard to one
side only to be hit back in the opposite direction again.  Her belly, her
cunt, back, thighs, legs - nothing was spared in the bombardment.

   Laughing and enjoying the girls' assault the man who had arranged
Scully's roping untied the knot that held her hands high in the air and
lowered her down.  He tied her off again so that her body was now on the
floor but with her hands still high above her and the same leg still tied
off and raised sideways.  The mob of party girls fell on her greedily.

   There was little room left for swinging slaps, so the girls began to
experiment with pinching her.  Left over food, squashy sweet puddings, were
slopped onto her and rubbed over her naked body.  Scully writhed and
twisted, battered from all sides.  Sometimes her raspberry nipples were
squeezed tightly between small fingers and thumbs and pulled out as far as
they would stretch.  Other girls delighted in using their fingernails to
dig in and create sharp pains.

   Unfortunately for Scully, Saheel had particularly long and sharp
fingernails.  Saheel's sexual curiosity and experience was more advanced
than Amel's and she began to concentrate her attack on Scully's open
genitals.  With her leg tied up and to one side, Scully's lower lips were
half open to the invasion.

   Saheel began pinching her way up Scully's outer lips, digging in as hard
as she could with her nails.  She admired the pattern of deep red lines
that her nails made in Scully's flesh as she worked her way to the top. 
From one side she moved to the other until Scully's lips were puffy and
bruised from her attack.

   Dipping her fingers into a bowl Saheel smiled happily as she rubbed a
large piece of ice-cream up and down Scully's inviting clit.  The cold
shock of the ice-cream jolted through Scully, making her hips buck off the
floor.  Excited blood stormed into her clit, swelling it so that its proud
head pushed out free from its hood.  Saheel was waiting and flicked it hard
in greeting.

   Dipping her left hand again in more ice-cream, Saheel set up a new
vicious pattern of attention on Scully's bloated clit.  Four times she
would sensuously stroke and squeeze her way slowly down the length of her
clit barrel and then her nails would bite in for a biting pinch.  Then the
slow strokes again.

   Saheel's right hand reached out and scooped up more puddings from the
table above her and began stuffing Scully's cunt with the sloppy, squishy
mess.  Scully could no longer find the boundary between pain and pleasure
as she writhed under this rhythmic attack.  Her cries became loud enough to
distract the other girls who were tiring of their play.

   As they gathered near Saheel, working on Scully's private parts, Saheel
looked up and smiled at her audience, inviting them to watch.  For her next
trick, Saheel plunged her hand deep into Scully's cunt, sliding easily in
on the pudding sludge that now filled her vagina, mixed with Scully's own
frantic juices.  Clenching her small fist deep inside Scully's cunt, slowly
and deliberately Saheel begun pumping her right arm in the helpless Scully,
while her left hand still worked at her clit.

   It was too much for Scully to endure and very quickly her body bucked
and writhed in response to the invading fist.  As the other girls quietened
in fascination, the room filled with Scully's gasps and moans as she
pressed towards her orgasm.  The harder she called out the firmer Saheel
pumped her cunt and the tighter she squeezed around Scully's clit.  In a
great explosive spasm Scully came, her cunt ejecting Saheel's hand and a
squelchy mass of liquid pudding juice, that dribbled down the outside of
her lips.  The party had been a success.

   Alone of the party guests, Saheel stayed on with Amel, sharing her room
for two further days.  It was Saheel who showed Amel how she should liven
up her afternoons.

   In the quiet heat of the desert afternoon, the two girls would lie along
side each other on Amel's bed.  Saheel would strip off below the waist and
then call Scully to her.  Scully was pulled into a position at the end of
the bed, kneeling on the floor, so that her chest and front paws lay on the
bed.  Saheel would open her legs and pull her thighs out and back towards
her head with her hands, leaving her cunt open to the dog.  Scully would
begin to lick.

   Once initiated into this delicious pleasure Amel took to it like an
addict.  Even after Saheel had returned to her own home, every afternoon
Amel settled back excitedly onto her bed, spread herself and Scully
performed.  A new element was added to their play when Amel surprise her
with a lash.  Even lying on her back, Amel was able to crack down with the
lash onto Scully's back and rear whenever she wanted her to lick harder or
faster.  Sometimes just because she felt excited.  Scully simply accepted
it as part of her new life.

   In that Arab culture there was an ancient belief that young girls coming
into womanhood should be wet-nursed with breast milk, to encourage their
own breasts to grow fully and to be ready for their own children. 
Elsewhere, in the centre of the palace a decision was taken to make use of
Scully for this purpose.  Which meant that Scully needed to be pregnant!

   PART 5

   A doctor now began to visit Scully in Amel's room every few days.  Amel
would hold her pet still at her head, while the doctor inserted his
thermometer into Scully's vagina.  Her diet was changed too to increase her
chances of a healthy pregnancy.  Scully hardly noticed.

   When the right day was reached in her fertility cycle the sheikh ordered
that Scully should be brought to his dining room that evening so that her
mating could be the after-dinner entertainment.

   In a waiting area, near the sheikh's rooms, Scully was thoroughly washed
and cleaned to make her ready.  A manservant rubbed down and oiled her
exposed flesh, taking great care to leave liberal amounts of oil in her
cunt.  This time the tongue strap was fitted across her lower jaw, making
it impossible for her to speak.  Then they waited for the sheikh's signal
that the meal had ended and the entertainment could begin.

   As Scully was led into the room on her leash, she found herself in a
cleared, empty space.  Around half of the room were arranged couches and
chairs where the sheikh and his guests lounged, relaxing and ready to enjoy
her performance.  A shocked jolt ran through Scully.  One of the men
watching was Mulder!  A confused mass of electric thoughts ran through her
mind.  What was he doing here?  Had she been traced?  Would Mulder rescue
her?  Would be recognise her?  And a blush that he should see her naked,
tits hanging down and ass in the air as she shuffled across the open floor.

   Confused and disorientated, Scully paid no attention as her collar was
attached to a chain that ran to a heavy stone block in the centre of the
room.  The chain's length was set to allow her freedom to run anywhere
within the cleared arena.  Behind her the manservant pulled a small jar of
red liquid from his trousers and a soft brush.  Opening the jar and dipping
his brush, the servant bent to paint the liquid onto Scully's exposed outer
lips and then, pushing the brush, much more liquid deeply into her cunt. 
The liquid tingled but Scully was still too shocked by the unexpected
appearance of Mulder to pay any attention.


   Final bets were placed between the Sheikh and his guests and then at his
signal, two hunting dogs were released into the arena from opposite sides.
One dog was the pride of the sheikh's hunting pack, the other was the
champion of one of his guests.  The bet they had taken was to see which of
the two dogs would fuck Scully first!

   With a snarl the dogs initially raced at each other.  But their senses
were hit by the irresistible perfume from the liquid in Scully's snatch. 
This had been taken from bitches on heat and instantly overwhelmed and
confused the great dogs' chemistry.  Breaking off from their attack they
both moved to sniff at Scully's rear, one eye on each other, watching for a
challenge.

   Scully's shock from seeing Mulder broke as she woke up to what was
planned for her.  Amazingly, although there was nothing to stop her from
standing, she had now spent so many weeks on all fours as a dog, that her
reaction was to run away from them to the limits of her chain on her paws.

   As soon as she ran the dogs chased her, used to hunting down helpless
prey.  Scully twisted and turned, dodging from one side of the ring to the
other while her audience cheered and encouraged their favourite dog.  As
she thrashed about the dogs' instinct was to close her down and capture her
so that there was little competition between them.  One would pounce
towards her from one side, while the other would chase from the other side.

   Sharp teeth closed round Scully's arm and she froze to a halt, terrified
of being bitten.  The dog holding her arm in its jaw panted and held her
still, concentrating on bringing her under control.  Immediately the other
hound took his chance and pressed its cold black snout deep into Scully's
crotch.  Scully jolted but did not dare to move in case she was bitten.  A
long red tongue reached into her and lapped into her soft insides, opening
and invading her deliciously.

   Further down the hound's prick began to fill with blood, excited by the
heady smells of bitch on heat that soaked Scully's cunt.  Red pink mottled
meat emerged and began to twitch as the dog rapidly moved up a gear.  The
dog holding tight to Scully's arm felt the aromas and chemistry too. 
Unsure as to whether to let go of her and drive away his rival, for the
moment he growled his warning and continued to hold on tight.

   Scully felt stiff flesh stabbing hopefully at her inner thighs as the
beast hunched over her, pressing for entry.  A wave of panic and refusal
swept through her and Scully dropped her hips to the floor to deny him
entry, being careful not to move her captured arm.  The frustrated dog
barked angrily and stepped back from her.

   This started a fight between the competing hounds and that allowed
Scully to pull herself up again and scuttle to the end of her chain.  But
there was nowhere for her to hide.  After a good deal of growling and
biting play the two dogs again were overcome by the delicious, urgent smell
from Scully's rear and loped over to chase her.

   Three times this pattern was repeated.  One or other of the dogs would
begin to mount her, Scully would drop her hips to the floor to refuse him
and a fight would begin again.  It was clear that one of the dogs was
beginning to dominate.

   At a signal from the sheikh handlers stepped forward and held on to the
collars of the hunting dogs, holding them back.  The servant who had
prepared Scully for the event, came forward and pulled a cloth bag over her
head, blinding her completely.  A low bench was brought into the arena and
place just in front of the sheikh and his guests.  Scully was dragged to it
and strapped down, belly to the bench top.  Her legs were pulled forward
and tied so that her rear was left hanging out and exposed at a perfect
height for the dogs.  Another brush load of the red liquid was pushed into
her cunt, making the dogs instinctively lick at their pricks.

   At once the dogs were released and pounced towards her.  Although they
snarled and paraded at each other it was clear that one of the dogs had
given way and made no real attempt to hinder the leader as he began to lick
his longue tongue deep into Scully's vagina.  Scully tried to wriggle but
found that she was now too well tied.  There was nothing that she could do
to protect herself further.  Blind and unable to move, she realised that
she had no choice but to open herself to what was inevitable.

   As the perfume worked its powerful effect on the beast at her rear,
again swollen, mottled meat - like a salami sausage - reared out beneath
her.  With a last growl over its shoulder at its defeated rival the
triumphant hound hunched in closer and stabbed at her opening.  Three or
four attempts later his prick found her sopping hole and plunged in.  Some
of the audience groaned, others cheered as the winners of their bet were
confirmed.

   Tongue lolling out from his drooling mouth, the beast began to drive his
prick into Scully in a fast rhythm.  The other dog sat back licking at its
groin where its own prick could now be seen coming ready for action.  The
bench and Scully tied firmly to it was shuddering with the strength of the
great dog's urgent stabs as he forced into her again and again.  Scully's
inner walls were stretched wonderfully wide as they gripped around his
insistent meat.  She panted and gasped in time to his dominant thrusts, no
longer conscious of anything but blood and cunt.

   The bulge at the lower end of the hound's prick emerged from its sheath
and began to expand.  It pressed deeper into Scully and she became aware of
this new, greater pressure forcing her to expand even further.  Tied as she
was there was nothing she could do to close herself against the invasion,
even had she really wanted to.  The bulge was pressed and hammered against
the muscles of her inner lips on every thrust and the flesh gradually gave
way.  She opened and now the bulge was inside her, her cunt gaping wide.

   Scully hardly noticed as she was overcome by the rising torrent of her
own passion as she raced towards her climax.  The hound threw back its head
as deep inside her it began to squirt powerful jets of fluid against the
mouth of Scully's womb.  The impact broke Scully's own tension and spasms
of passion raced through her womb and vagina.  Frantically her muscles
gripped the meat inside her as if to swallow it into herself even deeper.

   Panting, the hound began to pull out from her as the spurts and trickles
from the end of his prick wound down.  But his bulge was still held tight
by Scully's instinctive needs and his prick would not slide out from her.
Growling he tried again and then stepped over her in classic style and
there they stayed, locked into each other, for the minutes that it took
Scully to calm down to the point where he vaginal muscles were able to
release him.

   When the dogs had been led away by their handlers, Scully was left on
her bench.  The sheikh turned to Mulder and asked:

   "Well, Mr Mulder, have you seen anything better in Washington?"

   Mulder had to admit that it had been exciting.  The bulge in his
trousers made that difficult for him to deny.  He was still confused as to
exactly why Skinner had sent him here.  He had been more than usually
mysterious on the subject and he still hadn't picked up any clues.  But,
yes, as he was here anyway, he might as well enjoy himself and sample the
local delights.

   The sheikh lent towards him, as if speaking to him confidentially.

   "Mr Mulder.  As a personal favour to me, would you do me the honour of
relieving yourself by fucking her?" The sheikh smiled but his hard eyes
hinted that it was a request that would be difficult to refuse.

   Mulder gulped and thought quickly.  This was not his normal style but
the Bureau would want him to keep such a powerful contact happy.  And after
all he was feeling more than a little horny after the show.....

   Making his way down to the cleared area, Mulder was very aware of the
other men present.  It felt a little too much like having to pee in public
for him to be entirely easy with the idea.  But no going back now.  He
unzipped, pulled out his half-bloated prick and began to stroke it easily
as he knelt down behind Scully and between her legs.  Gripping her above
her hips he thrust home.

   He shuffled in a little closer and found that his hands could squeeze
and grip on her squashed breasts as he began to settle into his rhythm. 
The breast-flesh felt great and his fingers instinctively pulled and
stroked at her mounds while he slid backwards and forwards into her.  It
didn't take long - he was too excited and over-aware of the audience half
watching him.  Mulder spurted and sighed as his sperm splattered against
Scully's craving cervix and began their way towards her womb.  No thought
crossed his mind linking this creature beneath him with the vanished
Scully. And as for Scully, blind in her head bag, she did not even know
that she had finally achieve her great ambition of making it with Mulder!

   Scully spent that night tied to an inclined board, head down and feet
above her, as the Arabs who owned her made sure that the sperm worked away
as deeply inside her as possible.

   For days after the exhibition Scully was quiet and confused at her
feelings.  Dismayed and embarrassed at the powerful exhibition she had made
of herself.  Confused and despairing that Mulder's reappearance had not
apparently led to her rescue.  And so she resumed her life with Amel as
before.  Gradually she became sure that she was now pregnant.

   For the final month of her pregnancy, Scully was moved out from Amel's
room and returned to her old kennel run.  Her bloated breasts and huge
stomach hung down so painfully that she would often lack the energy to do
anything but lie on the grass as the days passed.  The doctor was again
visiting her, watching her nearing term and making sure that she had what
she needed in her food.

   When the day of her delivery eventually arrived and she went into
labour, Scully was moved to a different cage.  Outside the cage, watching
her curiously and giving orders was a dark youth, Amel's oldest brother
Ahmed.  Ahmed had returned from his schooling in California and clearly
expected the servants to obey his instructions.

   Scully found that she was bound standing, legs out wide, right up
against the bars of her cage.  With a shock she realised that she was
expected to give birth standing up.  She just had time to notice a basket
being pushed under her when a hood was thrown over her head and once again
she was blind.  In the darkness Scully rode the waves of the contractions,
breathing to lessen the pain.  She barely noticed the hand that reached in
to the cave to experimentally squeeze her bulging breasts.

   As delivery neared the doctor injected Scully with a strong sedative
that made her pass out.  She did not see the healthy girl baby fall down
into the basket, nor her placenta.  The baby was removed to somewhere in
the palace where it could be raised according to the sheikh's wishes. 
Scully was taken back to her kennels.

   When she resumed consciousness she was alone and confused.  Her body
ached for her baby.  Had it been alive or was there a problem?  Scully
desperately needed to know.  For a few days there were no clues and Scully
was bleak and despairing.  Then one morning, when the bell went as usual,
the servant showed her a basket out of which tumbled four cute, tiny
puppies.  Her laughed pointing at her, as if to say that they were hers and
left them together.

   Scully did not understand.  Surely it was not possible?  She blushed to
remember the entertainment that she had put on with the hounds just before
she became pregnant but .......  It couldn't be, could it?

   At the same time her deprived mothering instincts reached out to the
cute, perfect creatures and she lay in the grass trying to greet and
welcome each one.  Playing and exploring, pretty soon the puppies became
hungry and nature took its course.  First one, then another puppy latched
onto Scully's supercharged nipples and began to suck.  It seemed so natural
and so good that Scully reached out to encourage them, closing her eyes as
she stroked their soft fur.  Sometimes sharp little teeth would bite into a
nipple, making Scully yelp and try to pull them away, but the puppies
quickly learned their new feeding routine.

   The trouble was that there were four of them and only two breasts, so
Scully seemed to spend a large part of every day rolled on her side in the
grass as one or other of her children sucked greedily from her.  The milk
in her breasts began to come through more strongly each day and she began
looking forward to satisfying the little creatures.  As the nourishment
flowed through her breasts and their strong suction squeezed at her
nipples, down below trickles of pleasure seemed to build inside her, making
her shift restlessly.

   Occasionally Amel came to watch her with the puppies but more often,
Scully noticed, it was Ahmed with his cruel young eyes who came to gloat
over her.  She had an uneasy feeling about him.

   PART 6

   Scully had begun to think of the puppies as Eenie, Meenie, Miny and Mo.
She began to notice the differences in their character and tried to be fair
and share her milk with them equally, holding back the greediest and
patiently encouraging the slowest.  They grew larger day by day and Scully
found that it was an enormous pleasure and satisfaction that it was the
milk from her own body that was raising them.

   One bitter day an order was given somewhere in the palace and her life
with the 4 puppies came to an end.  Apparently her milk flow was now ready
for Amel and the puppies disappeared, never to be seen again by Scully. 
She was taken from her kennel run back to Amel's old room.  The old pattern
of life with Amel, as her pet, returned, except that now Amel was expected
to drain Scully's milk twice a day - first thing in the morning before
getting up and last thing at night.  For this Scully was allowed to climb
fully onto the bed, stretched out, while Amel suckled at her swollen tits.

   Scully registered the loss of her children as a deep wound but found
that she couldn't really focus on it.  Perhaps they were putting something
in her dog food?  For whatever reason her mind seem to close down rapidly
to the present.  When Amel's lips were wrapped round one of her nipples,
pulling more strongly than the puppies ever had, those same warm, good
feelings ran through Scully's lower belly and down into her womb.

   One morning, just after Amel had drained both Scully's tits, Ahmed burst
into her room with a friend - Saeed.  The two youths were about the same
age, as far as Scully could tell.  An urgent Arabic conversation between
Ahmed and Amel apparently led to an arrangement between them that Ahmed
could borrow Scully for the day to play with.  From the tone of their
voices Scully guessed that Amel had not been entirely happy about this
deal, but that it was assumed that she had to give way to her older
brother.

   Scully was led through the palace on her lead and into Ahmed's rooms. 
Laughing the two boys slammed his door, locking them in.  Stripping off,
Ahmed threw himself back onto a huge, soft bed, patted the bed and called:

   "OK, little doggy woman.  Time to show me some French mouth work." It
was the first English that Scully had heard in months and it came as a
shock.  Even as she obediently climbed forward onto the bed, between his
open legs, her mind began to run with possibilities.  Could she win him
over and use him to send a message to the Bureau?  But as she looked up
into his face and opened her mouth to speak, a strong hand at the back of
her head forced it down to meet his prick.  Perhaps later?, she
half-thought to herself as her tongue and lips closed around his warm
flesh.

   Ahmed sighed and lay back, surrendering himself to the great pleasure of
being serviced by an American slave.  All the insults and indignities he
had suffered and borne in California were being answered as Scully's hot
little mouth began to fill with his stiffening prick.  Ahhhhh, good, he
murmured to himself.

   Scully's ass hung over the end of the bed temptingly and Saeed did not
hesitate to help himself to the offer.  Spitting saliva onto his fingers,
Saeed reached in to lubricate Scully's lips.  More saliva and he stroked
his way up to her clit and then again down the inside of her outer lips. 
Wrapped around Ahmed's prick, Scully simply wriggled her ass a little in
response.  His trousers were pushed impatiently aside and another stiff,
young prick pushed its way firmly into Scully.

   Excited, Scully set her hips to push back against his attack and rolled
up and down Ahmed's swollen member in the same rhythm.  No longer feeling
any shame, Scully was truly becoming the animal she seemed.  Her blood
seemed to heat so quickly now to respond to the slightest opportunity for
pleasure and satisfaction.

   But this time there was to be no orgasm for Scully as both boys quickly
burst inside her, spraying the back of her mouth and her cunt with their
sperm.  Pulling out they left her unsatisfied, wriggling slightly on the
bed as she tried hopelessly to bring herself off.

   Dressing himself Ahmed smiled down at Scully.

   "Now a little fun, I think.  For me, I mean, not for you!"

   "Can ....  Can I ...." Scully started to speak, her voice strange and
rough through not having been used for so long.  But immediately Ahmed
frowned and found a handkerchief or rag to stuff into her throat to silence
her.

   "That isn't what your mouth is for, you stupid bitch" he said crossly.
"Don't ever try that with me again."

   She was pulled into the next room where she could see at once that
preparations had been made for her visit.  A vertical board had been fixed
at one end of a table.  On its top edge there were cut two half circles,
spaced so that when Scully was pulled hard up against the board, her
milk-filled breasts were the only part of her that spilled forwards over
the board.

   Her hands and feet were tied out sideways to hasps attached to the
board. Securely in place, Scully could barely move.  The two boys lifted up
the last piece of board, also with two small half circles on it, which
fitted down so that Scully was caught tightly into a version of the
mediaeval stocks.  All of her was hidden behind the board except her
breasts which squashed tightly through and bulged outwards on their own.

   Her head pressed to one side by the upper section of the board, Scully
did not see the youths select the whips to use on her for their exercise.
In fact they were made of 8 or 9 thin, fine thongs tied to a handle. 
Enough to sting sharply but not enough to cut or bruise deeply.

   Ahmed, who was fascinated by her overlarge breasts, chose the breast
side of the board.  Saaed took her rear with its opportunities for back,
buttocks, thighs and cunt.  The thongs began to whistle through the air and
Scully began to jerk.  Even through her gag her moans and grunts of pain
could be heard.  But they were ignored as the boys happily laid into her.

   Ahmed for his part began with a sideways swiping cross-blow that tried
to knock one breast against the other.  Forehands and then backhands rained
onto Scully's mounds, making them bounce temptingly.  When he tired of
that, Ahmed began flicking the thongs to see if he could crack them right
onto her nipples, curious to see if he could sting them erect.

   On the other side of the board, Saaed cracked his whip across Scully's
open buttocks and then wrapped the thongs around her inner thighs.  She
groaned as the whip bit into her.  But for the boys it was blissful to
release all their pent-up violence and anger onto the stupid American
bitch.

   Scarlet lines criss-crossed Scully by the time they became bored and
called a halt.  It was time for something else.  Ahmed's hands squeezed
Scully's full tits as the milk store gradually built up again inside them.
They were great.  He wondered if they could be made even bigger.

   A little time later and the boys had equipped themselves with two large
pitchers of sheep's milk and a pair of hefty syringes.  Grinning at each
other they settled in on the breast side of the board and set to work on
improving Scully's breasts still further.

   Syringes were dipped into the milk, filled and then needles were stuck
into Scully's tits so that each load of milk could be injected into her. 
The breast tissue resisted a little, but if they pushed hard at the
plungers sure enough the milk flowed into her.

   The needles hurt, each time they broke into her and Scully tried to
twist to protect herself but she was tied too firmly to her side of the
board.  She felt the warm gush of fluid forced into her breasts and
wondered what it was that they were doing to her.

   Syringe after syringe was emptied into her and the level in the pitchers
was noticeably lower before the boys could definitely agree that her
breasts were getting bigger.  Forced to expand as the milk was injected
into them, Scully's tit flesh could only stretch and get larger.

   They began to feel increasingly strained to Scully as they were forced
to grow but it just seemed to encourage the boys further.  It was more of
an effort now to push down the plungers, to drive in another load of milk
but they kept on until it seemed impossible to get in any more.  Small
droplets of milk already formed around Scully's nipples as milk was forced
out but the boys could not see if this was her own or part of the sheep
milk invasion.

   Delighted, the boys congratulated each other on the hefty weight of
bloated tit that they had created.  It was time for a break and they
cleared away the equipment before settling in for a short game of darts. 
The targets were obvious and they decided that the rules were one point for
the main area of breast, three points for the aureole and five for the
nipple itself.  First to get to one hundred and the points only counted if
the dart stayed in right up to the moment where it was collected.

   The boys drew a line and began.  From her side of the board Scully
jerked as she was struck by the sudden sharp pain of each dart sinking into
her painfully stretched breast flesh.  Long before either of the boys had
reached a hundred points, she had fainted away into unconsciousness.

   The boys left her there while they went away to eat their midday meal
and only returned sometime later.  They had been listening to stories of
the exhibition Scully had given on the night she had become pregnant and
so, when they returned, it was with their own favourite hunting dog as well
as a vegetable from the kitchens.  They wanted to carry out an experiment
on their American victim.

   Scully was awake and conscious again by the time that they released her
from the boards.  Ahmed smacked her across the face to liven her up.

   "Wake up dog woman.  Time to meet the leader of the pack." Reaching
forward he removed the gag from Scully's mouth, warning her that if she
tried to speak he would arrange for her tongue to be cut out - even if he
would personally be sad to see it go.

   Back in Ahmed's bedroom, his hunting hound was encouraged up onto the
bed.  Stroking him gently Ahmed spoke quietly to him as he rolled the dog
over onto his back, feet in the air.

   "Come here and get your mouth working, bitch," he ordered, "but
carefully now.  Don't upset him!"

   Ahmed firmly but gently held the hound's front legs above its muzzle and
Saeed reached through to hold onto its lower legs as Scully lowered her
mouth.  What choice did she have, she asked herself.  But another part of
her knew that she was a dog now and welcomed the contact.

   Unable to hold the dog's prick sheath in her paws, she could only apply
her lips, sucking lightly up and down the end of his sheath.  As soon as
some floppy pink flesh emerged her tongue took over, flicking back and
forwards over the soft, squashy dog-flesh.  As she worked, blood flowed
through the hound and the pole began to expand.  In a few minutes her lips
were barely able to reach around the swollen, mottled flesh, shining wet
with her saliva.

   Satisfied that his dog was ready, Ahmed stopped her.

   "Time for you to sit down to your work, I think, bitch.  But first I've
something for you." Turning Scully's backside towards him, Ahmed reached
for the large purple egg-plant he had brought with him from the kitchens.

   "Just making a reservation for later," he laughed as the vegetable was
slid firmly into Scully's cunt.  "Lucky that you still have somewhere left
for your doggie friend, isn't it?" he joked.

   In a daze, Scully climbed over the hound's spread body and lowered her
hips towards his monstrous prick.  Slippery from her mouth it slipped
easily towards her rear hole.  For a moment it seemed impossible that the
prick would find a way into her, but pressing down with her full weight,
Scully drove it home.  The dog twitched but, held on its back, could do
little to fuck up into Scully's tight rear.  Instead it was Scully who had
to begin the lifting, falling movement from her hips that worked her flesh
tightly up and down his pole.

   The egg-plant pressed through from her vagina, so that her skin tubes
stroked the eager dog-flesh in a perfect, flexible way.  The dog moaned but
lay still as Scully went to work.  A huge smile spread over Ahmed's face as
her expanded tits began to bounce and fly.  Gravity was a wonderful thing!

   Her vagina felt deliciously stuffed full but nothing scratched the itch
at her clit.  Hump as she might, up and down, Scully squirmed
unsuccessfully trying to get an edge to begin the drive towards her own
release but nothing worked.  Frustrated she worked furiously until
suddenly, deep inside her, she felt the hot splash and squirts of dog cum
bursting free.  Scully groaned.

   "Good, bitch.  Now I think it's time to open up the way for some more
visitors, don't you?" mocked Ahmed as he reached towards the egg-plant.


   PART 7

   For two days Scully resumed her old, peaceful life as Amel's pet,
wondering all the time if she had escaped from Ahmed's clutches.  She did
not have long to wait.  This time it was in the evening, as Scully was
beginning to look forward to Amel suckling at her full breasts, when the
dark boy burst into the room, followed by one of his young servants.

   Again arrangements for her were made in a flow of Arabic that Scully
could not understand.  She could see that Amel was not entirely easy with
Ahmed's orders but, as before, was bound to obey her oldest brother in all
things.  Amel looked down and Ahmed strode confidently out.  Scully was led
away after him by the servant, in the direction of his part of the palace,
her full breasts swinging beneath her.

   When Scully reached the room in which the boys had played their game of
darts with her tits, Scully was relieved to see that there was no longer
any sign of the board that had been set up for her.  This time though there
was a new bit of furniture in the room for her.  In one corner Ahmed had
order his servants to build a cattle stall to hold Scully.  Ahmed had
decided to take over control of Scully's milking!

   Her stall was simple but solid.  The back of the stall was a strong
horizontal beam set at the height of Ahmed's waist.  Scully allowed herself
to be pulled up from her normal all-fours and bent across the beam.  In
front of her, as she stretched forwards, was a vertical plank across the
frame of the stall, with half-circle cutouts for her neck and wrist paws.
Not resisting, Scully's head and hands were put into place and the top half
of the plank was closed down and locked.

   By the time that her ankles had also been clipped onto the stall, Scully
was bent over from the waist, her top half held firmly in place parallel to
the ground, her ass in the air.  She was aware that, in this position, all
three of her holes were exposed and vulnerable.  But as it happened Ahmed
was concentrating on her tits for the moment at least.

   Scully could tell that Ahmed was giving the servant instructions as he
pointed out to him all the locks and catches that held her into the stall.
She guessed that the servant was being given the responsibility of locking
her in and taking her out.

   The stall had been arranged so that Scully faced into the corner of the
room, her rear exposed to the centre.  From where her head was trapped,
Scully could see Ahmed walk away from the frame and then return holding
some wires and a metallic gadget.  She was quickly to find out that this
was a commercial electric milking machine.

   The machine ended in four clear plastic sleeves, each about the length
and size of a long index finger.  From the sleeves, hoses led away to feed
into a single large hose that delivered the milk into a container.  The
powerful motor had two tasks - to help the milk to flow down the hoses and
to provide intense suction through the sleeves.

   There were also two dials on the motor housing.  One dial altered the
sucking rhythm.  This could either be set for constant sucking or for
alternating - when suction was applied alternatively to a pair of sleeves,
normally for 3 seconds each side, before switching to the other pair and
back again.  The second dial controlled the power applied to the suction.

   Ahmed continued to set the machine up, demonstrating to the servant what
he required.  A white china pitcher was placed on the floor to one side of
her and the outlet hose fed into it to receive her milk flow.  The machine
was plugged in and switched on so that the room filled with a quietomfortable
first. It is rather warm in here, and I think you would feel better
if you got out of those clothes first. Just pile them on the chair
next to you, and when you are completely naked you may come in. You
may even use the front door this once, seeing that you are being so
good." I stood frozen for a second, not believing what I heard, did
she really mean for me to undress where that boy might see me? I
could never let a stranger see me naked, I'd be too embarrassed. As
I looked up at her and was about to speak, she cut me off. "I
suggest you hurry up Joan. You have only 2 minutes until you're
late, and then I will be forced to give Tom a call and fill him in
on the exploits of his slut wife." With that she closed the door
and left me standing there, very afraid. I looked over and saw that
the gardener still had his head down, intent on his work. I figured
that if I hurried, no one would see me before I was safely inside.
I should have known it wouldn't be that easy. I kicked off my
shoes, removed my skirt, blouse, bra, panties, and stockings
quickly and then tried the door. It was locked! I knocked softly
but there was no answer, and I was running out of time. I looked in
the window and saw Gloria picking up the phone. I had to get in
there. Then I remembered what she had said a minute ago and
realized what she wanted. I knew I had no choice, so with a deep
breath I started to run around the house, hoping that no one would
see me. As I reached the door and was about to open it I got a
shock. "Say cheese." I spun around and there was a flash, then
another. I saw Mona standing there with a camera, taking pictures.I
almost fainted right then. As I turned back to the house, intent on
getting inside as fast as possible I ran into Gloria standing in
the doorway. "Why Joan. I didn't know you were so kinky, you should
have told me you like to expose yourself in public. And posing for
Mona, I underestimated you. But you can't blame her, can you Mona,
seeing how pretty she looks standing out here?" I stood there
mortified as both women leered at me. I just wanted to go inside.
Gloria spoke up "I do want to make you happy, Joan, and you can
come in whenever you want." I was relieved, for a moment anyway. 
"But before you come in, please do me a favor and get the mail.
Then you can come in." She had a gleam in her eye and I knew sheÔ   h)        0*0*0*°°  Ôwas serious. Quickly I looked up and down the street, and not
seeing anyone ran out to the curb to get the mail. "Don't run dear,
it's undignified. Walk slowly and be proud of  your body." I looked
back and saw Mona taking picture after picture of my humiliation,
but I was too scared to disobey. As I walked back to the house I
could hear cars driving down the street, and hoped it was no one
who knew me. By the time I got to the door all I wanted was to
collapse crying. Both ladies applauded me as I slipped inside. I
was so shook up I didn't even notice that they each squeezed my ass
as I walked by. 

"It seems to have gotten cooler in here, Joan" Gloria said, "why
don't you give me the mail, and your cards and diary, I'll take
care of them. You can get dressed if you like, your clothes are
still on the chair where you left them." I was so glad that I could
get dressed and that she was being nice to me, that I didn't think
about what I was doing. I went out the back door and saw my clothes
on the chair. I was just fastening my skirt, having decided to put
that on before anything else, when I heard a man's voice. "You sure
are pretty Ma'am, and you have really nice tits." I looked up to
see the gardener in front of me, I had forgotten he was out there.
"Please just leave me alone, I'll go back inside." As I scooped up
my clothes and prepared to flee, he spoke again. "I'm sorry if I
startled you Ma'am, but you're so good looking I couldn't help
myself. Before you go, can I squeeze your tits please. Just once?"
I was outraged, I may have to take this from the others, but not
from this boy! "No, absolutely not, get away from me!" I wondered
why he kept grinning. "Joan! how dare you talk to him that way.
Have you decided to ignore my rules already? You are not allowed to
say no to any man, is that clear?" I turned to see both of them in
the doorway, Gloria looked mad, and that made me nervous. 

"Yes Gloria, I'm sorry I said no." So there I stood as the young
man squeezed and fondled my tits, thinking that this I could
handle, having endured so much worse. I heard Mona whisper to
Gloria, then she spoke up, "Joan, I think that if you really wanted
to apologize to him, you'd get on your knees and suck his cock. And
if you're real good maybe he'll forgive you and give you a really
good fuck. You look like you need one." Oh no, I thought, as I saw
the grin on his face get bigger, here I go again. It didn't occur
to me how easily I gave in this time, or how much easier it got
each time they had me do something. Could I be getting used to it,
maybe even beginning to like it?     I slowly got down on my knees
and unzipped the boy's pants. As I reached in and pulled out his
cock, I couldn't help admiring how big and firm it was. I brought
my mouth down onto the head, and let it slide into my throat. Down
and down until I felt his cock against the back of my throat, I
massaged his balls while I sucked. I worked on him for several
minutes, licking the shaft and taking as much of him down my throat
as I could. I was amazed and startled as my nose pressed into his
pubic hair, I was taking his entire cock with very little trouble.
I was impressed with myself. I felt him tense, and his cock began
to swell, I knew he was about to cum. Before I could pull back I
heard Gloria's voice, "Don't pull back now, Joan, swallow his load.Ô   h)        0*0*0*°°  ÔTrust me, you'll love it, and you'll thank me for it." I obediently
stayed put, and soon felt his cum pumping down my throat. I
swallowed several times, and managed not to choke as I drank it all
down. Surprisingly, it didn't taste as bad as I thought it would,
I felt his cock soften just a little, but in just a couple of
seconds it was rock hard again. I leaned back, and looked up at him
and smiled, "well? Did I do good?" He smiled back, "That was the
best blow job I ever had! I can't wait to fuck you, you're the
hottest little slut I ever met." I knew I should be insulted, but
his words made me feel strange inside, I was actually proud of what
I was doing! What was happening to me? Gloria and Mona came up
behind me and helped me get up. As Mona took off my skirt, Gloria
said, "I am so proud of you Joan, you're finally starting to
realize what you're capable of, and what you want to be. You're so
much closer to becoming  the total woman I know you can be. That is
why I'm doing this for you, you know." She sounded so loving and
compassionate it was almost easy to forget what she had put me
through in the last two weeks. Then I no longer had time to think
as the boy bent me over and came up behind me. "By the way, my
name's Jimmy. What's yours?," he asked as I felt his cock slide all
the way into my cunt in one smooth stroke. I was unable to speak
for a moment, but Gloria answered for me. "Just call her
Studfucker, she likes to be reminded of how much of a slut she
really is."

His cock felt so good sliding in and out of me I didn't care what
he called me. As he used his hands, one rubbing my tit and the
other stroking my clit, I screamed out. "Oh yes Jimmy, fuck me,
fuck me harder." I felt myself cumming, my orgasm was so strong I
almost passed out. Jimmy tensed again, and just before he came he
pulled out, flipped me over and started spraying my tits with his
cum. "Thank you Jimmy, that was great," I mumbled as I slowly lost
consciousness, my body feeling better than it had in a long time.

     Gloria and Mona looked on, amazed. Joan was coming along
better than they could have hoped.

     As Joan lay back, still dazed by what had happened, her mind
was spinning furiously. How could she have acted like that? Had she
lost her mind, allowing that boy, Jimmy, to fuck her like that. And
what had possessed her, saying those things to him, she had
actually begged him to treat her like some common slut. She looked
up to say something to him, to explain that she wasn't really like
that, that she didn't know how it had happened but that it would
never happen again, but he was gone! She wondered where he had
gone, and looked over to Gloria and Mona for answers. 

"I'm sorry Joan," Gloria said, "I know you wanted seconds, but
Jimmy had to run off while you were recovering from that fantastic
ride you gave him. I know you're disappointed, but if it will make
you feel better, he did say you were the best piece of ass he ever
had. And the wildest. He looks forward to fucking you again
sometime, so I told him to drop by your house some morning while
Tom's at work. I hope you don't mind." Joan was blushing so red sheÔ   h)        0*0*0*°°  Ôfelt like she could explode, "but, I can't, I wouldn't, that wasn't
me, I don't know what happened. I think I'm going crazy, I didn't
mean to do that, really I didn't, you have to believe me, I would
never do anything like that." As she rambled on, almost incoherent,
Gloria and Mona looked at her patiently. They knew what had
happened, that Joan was finally opening up and beginning to realize
how much there was that she had denied herself, but it would take
a while before she could admit it, even to herself. And they were
going to help her, whether she liked it or not. They waited for her
to calm down before continuing, since what Joan was going to have
to do next would certainly shake her up. Mona took control of the
situation, "now Joan, stop making excuses and admit it, you liked
it and you know it. Whatever else you might say, you can't pretend
that you didn't have some really fantastic orgasms. Now don't you
think it's time we all went inside?" Joan didn't know what to say,
she didn't want to admit that Mona had a point, but she also
realized that she was still sitting there naked. She jumped up and
grabbed at her clothes, setting aside her skirt so she could put it
on. "Don't get dressed yet dear, lets go inside first. Mona and I
need your help with something." Puzzled, she looked at Gloria,
wondering what was planned for her next, but she knew there was no
use arguing. She gathered her stuff and followed the other women
inside. 

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     Joan waited to be told when it would be all right to get
dressed. As she stood there, naked, she was surprised by their
behavior. Instead of letting Joan get dressed they were taking off
their clothes, acting like it was something they did every day,
they weren't embarrassed at all! "You know, Joan, this is all your
fault," Gloria said when both women were standing naked in front of
her, "if you hadn't put on such a great show with Jimmy we wouldn't
need your help now." Joan was confused, she still didn't realize
what they wanted from her. "What do you mean, what do you want me
to do?" They laughed, and Mona grinned wickedly, "well, our dear
little studfucker, your show outside has made us both very horny,
and we think you should do something to make us feel better." Joan
stared in shock while they laid back on the sofa and beckoned her
over. "Now, dear, it doesn't matter who you start with, but I
expect you to make us both cum in the next ten minutes. Or else,
understand?," Gloria was obviously enjoying the expression on her
face, the look of shock turning into fear, turning into acceptance.
This was getting easier all the time, despite Joan's protests of
how unwilling and horrified she was. Joan slowly got down on her
knees in front of Gloria, put her hands on each of the woman's
thighs, and looked up questioningly. She had never done anything
like this before, and she wasn't sure what to do next. Gloria was
aware of  Joan's reason for hesitating, that she wasn't being
stubborn, just needed some prompting. "Just relax, and you'll see
that you know what to do. You know what you like, what feels good,
just do the same to us. Despite what you might say, I know you care
about us. Even if you don't understand why were doing all this,Ô   h)        0*0*0*°°  Ôwe're still your friends and you know we still love you. In fact,
while you're working on us, we'll also do our best to make you feel
good." And it was true, Joan found that she didn't hate them, that
she still trusted Gloria despite everything. She hoped that she
wasn't just being stupid and naive. As she leaned forward to kiss
Gloria, she noticed that Mona was moving behind her. She felt hands
caressing her body, working around to massage her tits. She
continued kissing Gloria, moving down gradually until she was
licking and sucking on her tits. Gloria was reveling in the feeling
of Joan suckling her tits, just like a baby, when she felt a hand
slide between her legs and rub along her slit. Joan was slowly
working her fingers into her cunt and sucking her tits while Mona
was working on her from behind. Mona had slipped her hands down to
Joan's ass while she turned over and slid under her; she began
licking along her cunt lips, occasionally licking her clit, taking
it in her mouth and sucking on it. Joan was bucking her hips while
she licked and sucked, and made her way to Gloria's cunt. What Mona
was doing felt so good, she wanted to return the favor, she hadn't
known she would enjoy making love to another woman so much. As she
licked her friend's cunt and sucked on her clit, she slid first one
and then two fingers into the moist slit before her. She felt
Gloria shaking, and her thighs clenched around her head, she knew
it was almost time. Just as she felt the woman's orgasm, and tasted
her cum in her mouth, she herself came with a mighty shudder,
flooding Mona's mouth with her own cum.
     
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Mona and Gloria had allowed her to get dressed, but not to wash the
residue of their cunt juices from her face.  She walked home, her
face glistening with the slowly drying coating.  The last thing
Mona had said was to be there at nine the following morning, they
were going to take her to a meeting of the church garden club. 
While she had mixed feelings about them, wanting to explore further
her sexual boundaries, but confused about this next step.

At nine the next morning, she approached the back door of Mona's
house right on time.  As she lifted her hand to knock on the door,
it was opened by Mona.  

"Good, your dressed just right to join our meeting." Gloria said,
"But, take off your panties.  I want you to remember, you are
always to keep your pussy naked, we might even get to having you
shave it clean."

"Ohhh no, how would I explain to Tom why I did such a thing?"

"Shut up, when the time is right you will do it if we tell you to
and you can figure out what to tell your husband then."  Mona said
harshly, "Now take off your panties and let's get in the car."
Joan did as she was ordered wondering why she was to do this.  Then
she realized they were making her into what they wanted and maybe
they were not wearing underclothes either. As they pulled up to theÔ   h)        0*0*0*°°  Ôrectory, Gloria told her to take off her bra as well.  She complied
without hesitation, first removing her blouse and then the bra and
putting the blouse back on.

"Here, let me fix that blouse," Gloria said leaning over the back
of her seat.  She undid the three top buttons displaying more
cleavage that Joan thought was proper considering the church
rectory was their destination.

They got out of the car and upon reaching the front door Gloria
knocked and it was immediately opened by Denise.

"Right on time for the meeting to start." said Denise, "Come in and
join us."

Joan followed the others into the parlor of the rectory and found
two other women she had seen before but did not know personally.
The woman who was seated on the sofa patted the seat beside her on
the sofa beckoning Joan to sit next to her.  Joan sat near her and
saw that she was a big woman who was still lean and muscular. She
was introduced as the Minister's wife who told her to call her
Josephine.

"We have some Bloody Marys prepared, why don't we all have a glass
while I get to know our new candidate here.  Oh, Joan, these two
ladies are Caroline and Priscilla.  They have been members for
sometime now.  Caroline used to be a member of the church, but
moved a ways north and now she and her husband live on a nice big
farm.  We'll have to get you up there soon to take advantage of
this nice weather with a day in the country."

"Joan, I understand you have a husband and children, and are a
member of this church.  Unfortunately I haven't met you at Sunday
services.  Do you attend sometimes?"

"Really only at the holidays," Joan replied,truthfully.

"Well, we'll have to get you to come more often,  No pun intended.
Incidentally, I like your blouse and skirt.  Move a little closer
so I can feel the material." as Joan moved closer Josephine's hand
moved out and stroked the material over Joan's breast.. "Ahhh that
feels very nice, lovely firm tits and no bra.  Is it true what Mona
has been telling me, 'that you have a hot pussy.'?"

Joan was startled by the caress and the words from her mouth, " I,
I d.d.don't know what you mean." she gasped.

"Oh, come on now, Mona says you have been sucking cocks and have
been fucked by at least a dozen males in the last several weeks. 
Isn't that true?"

"Yyyess, it's t.t.true,"

"Well you must be a very sexy lady then.  Here let me help you takeÔ   h)         0*0*0*°°  Ôoff that blouse," she said as her fingers moved to the buttons and
opened her blouse to the waist, spreading the blouse so Joan's
breasts were bare and visible to all of them.

"You have nice tits and look at those nipples, they are hard
already, aren't they?" she said taking them in her hands and
pinching the nipples strongly.

Joan moaned with the sensation flooding her body and the wetness
developing between her legs.  She closed her eyes for a moment and
tried to fight off the feeling of desire sweeping through her body.

"Come here Joan," she was ordered, "sit on my lap, and lets get
that blouse all the way off you so that we can all enjoy the view."

Joan stood on unsteady legs and moved around the Minister's wife,
then sat on her lap.  She could feel the damp spot on her skirt
clinging to the backs of her legs.

As soon as she sat down Josephine's lips met hers and a hand moved
to her tit, at the same time she felt the tongue caressing her
lips.  She opened her mouth and twirled her tongue around the
invader moaning with her increasing feelings of want.  For several
minutes they held the kiss, while her nipples were pulled and her
breasts squeezed.  Then she felt herself pulled against the warm
body of her hostess and an arm snaked around her back in an
embrace, holding her firmly against the other woman's body.  She
felt hands at the waist of her skirt and a murmured instruction to
lift her body.  When she complied she felt her skirt being removed.

"Spread your legs a bit Joan."

She complied and felt the hand leave her tit and start to caress
her inner thighs.  At the same time Josephine's mouth moved to her
exposed tit and suckled on the nipple. She felt her juices pouring
out of her in response to the stroking and the suckling.  She felt
teeth nipping at her nipples and groaned with desire.

"Open a bit more."

She did and then felt the hand move and fingers start moving over
her vaginal lips, caressing yet being firm.  Then a finger found
her clit and began to gently stroke it.  She moaned with pleasure,
he mouth again glued to the other woman's.  Then a finger found her
opening and slid in and then began a rhythmic in and out.  She felt
her hips begin to respond and then a second finger entered her and
then a third.  With each addition her body responded more strongly
until her hips were jerking up against the intruding fingers.

"OhhhhYesssss," she murmured around the tongue in her mouth, 
Harder....Harder, ohhhhyesss fuckkkmeeee witthhhh your fingers"

The lips moved away from hers, "Can you take more?" she was asked.
Œ"Ohhhhhhyyyeeeeessssss."

Then she felt her upper body being released and the women were
ordered to get pillows and place them under her back.

The pillows in position, she was instructed to lay back, take her
hands and spread her legs.  Then she felt another finger joining
the other three and now on each in stroke they were moving deeper
into her wet hot cunt until they were limited by the web between
the thumb and the rest of the hand.

"OhhhmyyyyGoooodddddd.  Yessss yessss yessss."

Then she felt the shape of the hand changing and lifting her head
she looked down her body to where she could see herself being
fucked by the fingers.  She watched as the thumb was moved into the
palm of the hand and then a strong pressure spreading her already
stretched cunt open more.

"Ohhhhhhhiiiittttsssstooooobbbiiiiiiggggggg," she cried out and
then all of a sudden the hand surged deep into her body and then
she felt the fingers curling up and there was this big thick thing
inside her cunt and then it was moving back and forth and she was
grunting with pleasure while watching more and more of the arm
slide inside and then out to the wrist and then in.  It was pushing
against her cervix and she felt the knuckles of the hand pressing
further and further into her cervix dilating it more and more.  And
then her orgasm hit her and she screamed out her cumming, and it
kept on, she felt her hips thrusting to meet the fist and arm now
fucking her and she felt another orgasm coming and then the fingers
were inside her womb and moving slowly back and forth.  The pain
was mixed with the pleasure she was feeling and then she screamed
once again, her body convulsing with the strength of her climax and
then she passed out.

When she recovered, she found herself lying on the floor on a pad
with the five other women sprawled naked around her.  They were
embracing and kissing each other.  She saw Mona between Josephine's
legs licking her cunt while her head was held firmly by two hands. 
Priscilla was part of the trio sucking on Josephine's tit and
squeezing the nipple on the other. Josephine was muttering her
pleasure and urging Mona to lick faster, stick your tongue up into
my cunt, fuck me with your tongue.  Then her hips began jerking in
tempo with the licking tongue.  

Only seconds transpired before Josephine climaxed and she cried
out,

"Ohhh yes, you cuntlapper, eat me, suck my clit, ImmmCummiiiinnnng,
IIIIIIIIIIIMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMCUUUUUUUUUUUUMMMMMMMIIINNNNNGGGGGG."

Joan felt her own lust rekindled and at first she leaned over and
began to suck on Josephine's tit and sucked hard on her nipple. 
Then she saw that Josephine was not responding just sagging thereÔ   h)        0*0*0*°°  Ôso she turned towards Gloria and Caroline who were embracing each
other, their hands moving all over each others bodies.  She moved
behind Gloria and reaching around from the back grasped her tits
and began to squeeze them and pinch the nipples just as it had been
done to her by Josephine.

Then several minutes later she found herself the center of
attention of all of the women.  Then there was Priscilla kneeling
between her spread legs, a large black cock sticking out from
between her legs.  She watched as Priscilla leaned forward on her
arms, holding herself over Joan as Denise reached down and
positioned that black cock at her cuntal opening.  Then she felt
the pressure as if slowly spread her cuntal lips open and then she
felt the head slip in and her cunt close around the shaft.  She
could feel it being positioned inside her and then as Denise fucked
her she felt it touch a single spot that brought cries of pleasure
from Her.  Denise moved her hips driving the cock deep into her
cunt and always stroking that spot on either the in or the out
stroke.  Then she was crying with the strength of the climax
building within her and all of a sudden, she felt the heat of her
body increase and then she began to shudder as she came.

OOHhhhhhhhmmmmmmyyyyyyyyGGGGoooodddddd, OhhhhhYESSSSSSSSSSSSSSS,
FUUUCCCCKKKMMMMMMEEEEEE, FFFFFFUUUUUUCCCCCCKKKKKKMMMMMMEEEEEEEE,
IIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIMMMMMMMMMMMMCCCUUUUUUUUUUUUMMMMMIIIIINNNNGGGGGG.

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      The next week I had a call from Gloria.  "You will be at my
house tonite at 7:30 or Tom will see the little display of your art
photos." Naturally I was scared silly but I knew I had to be there. 
I considered what I should wear...I knew that I couldn't get away
with the jeans trick again but I also knew that the clothes Gloria
wanted me in were not the ones I wanted to wear out in public.  I
solved the problem by dressing very conservatively but carrying a
bag containing the skin tight sweater, suntan pantyhose and a very
short skirt.


      On the way to Gloria's house, I changed into my "slut"outfit. 
The sweater was so tight that it molded to my breasts like a second
skin.  My dark nipples were visible through the white fabric and I
noticed that they were hard as little pebbles.  The skirt was at
least eight inches above my knees and I knew that when I sat down,
there was no way to hide my ass and crotch.  The pantyhose were
sheer to the waist and when I looked down I could clearly see my
dark pubic hair through them.  I sat in my car for a moment and
visualized all the sexually degrading things Gloria and her friends
had done to me. I suddenly realized that not only were my nipples
hard, but my vagina was wet and throbbing.

      When I reached Gloria's I parked my car and entered through
the backdoor.  I was immediately seized by both arms and a darkÔ   h)        0*0*0*°°  Ôhood was placed over my head.  My hands were tied behind my back
and I was pushed into another room. 

"Don't scream and we won't have to gag you." Gloria whispered in my
ear.  I felt my self being stripped by many hands, first my
pantyhose, then the skirt, and lastly the skintight sweater.  I was
made to bend over and I realized that there was a table directly in
front of me.  My arms were stretched out in front of me and tied
securely. My legs were spread wide apart and tied to opposite legs
of the table.

      "Jesus Christ, look at the bitch", I heard Gloria say,
"vaginal fluid is pouring out of her and its almost to her knees." 
I realized that she was right, I was turned on as I had never been. 
My clitoris felt as big as a golfball and I had an empty ache in my
vagina that I had never experienced before. I hoped that Dave or
one of the guys would stick a hard cock into me at once.

      I could picture myself as I must have appeared to them. Tied
hand and foot to the table with my feet just reaching the floor,
love juice oozing from my vagina and glistening in the light,
breasts mashed against the table and my anus upturned for all to
see.  Please take me!  I realized that I have never been this
sexually aroused in my life.  Suddenly the hood was pulled off my
head and I realized I was looking at the reflection of a TV over my
head in a mirror placed directly in front of my eyes.  As I slowly
adjusted to the picture I was amazed to see that it was a video of
my husband Tom in Gloria's bedroom.  He was standing next to the
bed and Mona had her arms around him and was kissing him
passionately.  Gradually his hands caressed her tight buns and then
started squeezing them hard.  The next thing I saw was Tom pulling
up her blouse and starting to suck her nipples.  The scene
immediately cut to one of Mona and Tom in bed.  He was on his back
with his feet toward the camera with one of the finest erections I
had ever seem him have.  Mona was on her knees with her vagina
poised just above the head of his throbbing penis.  Gradually she
lowered herself until he was just touching her vaginal lips. 

      As I watched Tom's penis begin it's slow penetration of
Mona's tight vagina, I realized that I felt a cock at my own pussy
lips. As Mona slowly lowered herself onto my husband, someone was
penetrating me!  Instantly my whole body went into spasms
"OOOOOGGGGGGOOOODDDD" "FFFFFUUUUUCCCCCKKKK MMMMMMEEEEEEE!!!!!" I
screamed.  The cock in my cunt was now pushing hard at my cervix,
and I loved it.  Almost instantly, I felt the first spurt of hot
sperm flood my insides.  Again and again my rapist spurted, and I
couldn't get enough.  I clenched my legs together as best I could
because I knew the most gut wrenching orgasm of my life was at
hand.  NOW... NOW..., OH SHIT, PUT IT BACK, PLEASE PUT IT BACK!!! 
Just as I was about to come, I was empty.  My cunt muscles squeezed
hard but there was nothing there.  My clit was erect like a small
penis and demanded attention but I could do nothing. I pulled at
the ropes, I cried, I cursed, and I begged but my throbbing cunt
was still empty.Ô   h)        0*0*0*°°  ÔŒ™I could feel the flood of sperm dripping out and I tried to hold it
in.

Gradually I realized that Mona and Tom were still fucking right in
front of my face.  I saw Mona's body convulse in spasm after spasm
as she fucked my husband.  I knew from the look on Tom's face that
he was getting ready to orgasm.  At that moment Mona pulled herself
up until his penis was throbbing in midair.  Imagine my suprise
when Gloria moved into the picture and 'deep throated' Tom's penis. 
He went crazy...I have never been able to do that for him because
I always choke.  Tom was thrusting his penis into Gloria's throat
when he started to orgasm.  I saw the muscles in her throat start
to milk the sperm from my husband's balls.  Again and again I saw
him convulse as he shot his load in Gloris's mouth.  Finally he
collapsed in a quivering heap and Mona moved into the picture.  She
laid on the bed with her head between Tom's legs and her face
looking up into Gloria's.  Slowly Gloria opened her lips and let
Tom's load drip onto Mona's open lips and curling tongue.

It was the most erotic thing I had ever seen and my inner muscles
were spasming with the sheer nastiness of what I had just
witnessed.  I felt the presence of someone behind me.  I felt the
head of a huge cock slipping back and forth over the edges of my
grasping vaginal lips but it refused to plunge inside.  The cock
spread my flowing juices until I was wet over the entire area
between the top of my legs.  The pressure settled on my anus and
pushed.  "NOT IN THERE, YOU DIRTY COCK!!", I shrieked. The pressure
kept building against my tightly puckered entry.  I was in a haze
of confused desires.  Knowing that Tom had fucked Gloria was a real
turn-on, but I had never experienced anything but my doctor's
finger in my rectum.  Obviously the man behind me meant to bury
himself in my ass and my only recourse would be to get it over as
soon as I could.

      Up my ass, then, I thought bitterly.  Up my ass.  That's the
kind of home you belong in, anyhow!  I relaxed my rectum and thrust
backward onto the punishing club.  A horrible burning sensation
enveloped me at the sudden plop. I shrieked and beat my fists
against the table, but I forced myself onto the shaft until I could
feel its tip in the middle of my belly.  Now I had it all! I
experimented with my rectum.  I realized that I had conscious
control of it; I could make it relax or I could squeeze down
brutally with it.  I began to squeeze and relax as fast as I could
alternate.  The cock never ceased its relentless pressure, it
stayed buried deep within my body as I realized that he was buried
in shit and I could make him come in it.

      I pumped my hips and gnawed at the base of the intruding
prick with my snapping anus.  There was a deep groan from behind me
and I heard his breathing quicken.  OK you fucker, I thought to
myself, now I've got you where I want you.  I'm in charge and
you're out of control.  I didn't realized that I was out of control
too.  The movement of his cock shot charges of electricity into the
barrel of my pulsing vagina and my cold determination was replacedÔ   h)        0*0*0*°°  Ôwith hot eagerness.

      "MM-MM-MMHH!" I grunted.  The cock withdrew until only the
head was buried in my squeezing rectum.  Slowly it began a smooth
pulsing entry until it was fully sheathed and I could feel his
balls bouncing against my erect clit. "UNHH!...UNHH!...UNHH!!!!!"
The cock withdrew and thrust, again and again. Gradually the rhythm
rose to a frenzy.  I felt myself yielding to a steady succession of
spasms and my guts writhed around the hard fullness.

      "YAAAGGHHH!!" I shouted. "AAGGHH!!!"  I flattened my breasts
against the table as a raging orgasm gripped my body.  My eyes
bulged and the breath caught in my throat.  The wild pounding of
the engorged cock ceased abruptly and it was thrust as far and as
hard into my rectum as it would go.  I felt a great surge of
boiling fluid fill my belly in the moment before I collapsed limply
on the table.  The was a rushing sensation at my rectum and the
cock was gone. The ache receded to my sphincter.  I realized that
all my control was gone as I felt the hot trickle spread down the
insides of my thighs.  I knew it was the white, stringy remains of
my rapists lust.  I closed my eyes, no longer caring.

As I gradually became aware of my surroundings, I realized that I
could hear applause!  "Great job", Gloria was clapping and cheering
along with many other people, "that was the most fantastic assfuck
I've ever seen".  Gloria and Mona stepped to the end of the table
so I could see them.  They picked up the mirror in which I had been
watching the video replay of Tom's fuck and I realized to my horror
that it was a two way mirror and there was a video camera behind
it!  They had recorded for video my every facial expression while
I was getting fucked in the cunt and in the ass.


                               ENSLAVED
                          PART III © Chapter 3


Two days later I received a call from Josephine telling me that the
garden club was going up to Caroline's for a day in the country. 
We would have brunch there and then enjoy the rest of the day,
returning by late afternoon.  An hour later Gloria called and
reminded me of how I was to be dressed, no underclothes; and, that
she would pick me up in her car and together with Mona, Denise and
Josephine we would drive up together.

They arrived promptly at nine and I got in the car and joined them,
sitting in the back between Mona and Denise.  We were driving in a
mini©van with the windows tinted.  Not five minutes after we drove
away from the house, Josephine told me to remove my skirt and to
slip my legs into a thong undergarment.  She removed it from a
plastic bag and handed it to me.  There was a slight musky odor
emanating from it and when I put it on it fit snugly, bunching
slightly between my vaginal lips.  The way it fit, it rubbedÔ   h)         0*0*0*°°  Ôagainst my clit which quickly became engorged as did my nipples.

"Oh my goodness," said Josephine turning around to look at me, "her
nipples are already hard, she must be anticipating another good
fuck session. I think it's time she took off that blouse too."

After a moments hesitation, which prompted a hard look from Mona,
I removed the blouse and sat there naked except for my nylon
stockings and heels and the thong underwear.  With that, Denise
held out a wide black dog collar covered with Rhinestones and told
me to lean over as she put it around my neck.  Next she clipped a
dog leash to the collar and let it hang in front of me.

"Now be a good little bitch and do what your told," Josephine said
from the front seat.

We arrived at Caroline's shortly thereafter.  We pulled up a fairly
long driveway that was bordered by thick shrubbery.  When we
stopped at the front door they got out and Mona jerked on the leash
urging me to exit the car.  "Come on bitch, heel."  With that they
all laughed.  Mildly apprehensive because I couldn't understand
what was going on I got out and followed about a step behind Mona. 

Josephine, walking next to me, stroked my back and buttocks and
whispered, "We really have a treat for you today.  I think you'll
enjoy it."

We entered the house and walked through to a lovely screened patio.
A table was set for seven and there was a buffet with salads and
cold cuts.  On the table were several silver pitchers with liquid
refreshment.  Glasses of Bloody Mary's were poured for everyone
except me.  My glass was filled from a different pitcher.

"Your's is a Virgin Mary," Caroline said, "We don't want you
getting drunk before the activities begin."

My throat felt dry so I quickly drank my glassful down.  It was as
quickly refilled. I felt myself getting hornier and hornier waiting
for the next shoe to drop.  However, we very casually went to the
buffet and filled our plates. Josephine suggested that I not eat so
much now that I would be much hungrier later.  I took small amounts
of several salads and had another drink.  I could feel myself
getting slightly light headed, but more than that, I could feel my
pussy juices soaking the cushion of my chair.

When I had eaten, and before the others were finished, Mona took my
leash and led me to what looked like a gym pad on the patio and
ordered me to "Sit, Bitch."  I looked at her questioningly and
squatted down on my haunches.  Then she had me lean forward and she
pulled the leash through an eyebolt making me lean forward on my
arms while she tied it off.  Then she moved my arms slightly wider
and wrapped cuffs around my wrists which were in turn attached to
two additional eyebolts.  My wrists were then further fastened byÔ   h)!        0*0*0*°°  Ôtwo straps which were in turn tied to my thighs just above the
knees.  This forced me to crouch on my hands and knees.  Some kind
of a bar was then attached between my thighs spreading them open
and preventing me from closing them.  She then moved around behind
me and quickly removed the thong from my body.  With that done she
returned to the table and entered the conversation with the others
leaving me there on my hands and knees.  

About fifteen minutes later, Caroline got up from the table and
entered the house and returned with two video cameras which were
positioned so that one was directed at my body and the other was
down lower and pointed at my crotch.  Then two monitors were
brought out and placed so that I could see them from my position.
They were hooked up to the cameras. Tapes were inserted in the
cameras and turned on and focused.  I could see my complete body in
profile in one and the other was located so that it was focused up
at an angle and clearly showed my cunt with the juices oozing out
and the lips and clit swollen in heat.  She then placed a blindfold
over my eyes assuring me that it would only be for a few minutes
and then it would be removed.

My head was spinning in confusion about what was going on.  Then I
heard someone get up and leave the patio.  The women continued
their conversation.  The patio door opened again and then I heard
toe nails clicking on the slate of the patio. 

"What...What is that?" I cried out.  

Then I felt something cold against my upper thigh and then a tongue
was licking my cunt and stroking over my clit. "Ohhh yeeesssss," I
moaned, "Ohhhhmyyyyyggoddddyeeessssss."  I felt my cunt lips begin
to quiver and I was quickly rising to a climax and then the tongue
stopped.  I felt a weight land on my back and my waist was clasped
in a furry grip.  I felt something poking at my thighs and then I
felt someone take and hold it at my cunt and then it slid in me and
it was soooohotttt.  I cried out, "Ohhhyeessss fuuuccckkkkk
meeeeeeeeee....fuuuuccckkkkkkmeeeee.  I felt the cock driving into
my cunt and the head of the cock striking my cervix.  The cock was
stroking slowly and I felt it beginning to spread my cervix. 
"Iiitttssssssoooooo biiiiggggggg." I cried out, "deeper,,,fuck me
deeper...harder...harderrrr....." I felt a huge thickness battering
against my cunt lips and with each stroke spreading my cunt open
further.  Now I was grunting with lust and need "Ohhhhuuggghhhhh,
ohhhhhhyesss fuck meeeeeeee."

I felt hands at my head and the blindfold was removed.  It took a
few moments while my eyes cleared and I kept urging my fucker to
fuck me harder and deeper and then I could see the video monitors
and I saw this huge dog on my back fucking me and I screamed out 

"NOOOOOOOOO..NOOOOOO..NOOOOooooo....noooooo....ooohhhhhhyyyyyeee
ssss, OHHHHHHHHHYYYYYYEEEEEEEESSSSSSSSSSSSSSSS."

I could see his body wrapped around me and his hips thrusting andÔ   h)"         0*0*0*°°  ÔI could see part of his cock in the one monitor and then in the
other one I could see his cock and balls and this red cock with a
huge bulge hitting against my cunt as it drove in and then back and
I could see my cunt spreading wider trying to grasp the bulge each
time it drove forward.

I heard Josephine talking to me..."Do you really want him to stop?"

"Yesss," I said then quickly, "noooooooo...noooooo..ittsssssssoooo
ggggoddddd, daaammnneeeeeddd biggggg, stopppphimmmm."

I looked at the monitors again and I could see in the one from
behind me, the cock driving in then out and then the big bulge was
almost in me and I could see my cunt lips spread wide at the same
time I felt the bulge striking and rubbing my clit.

I could feel my climax coming and then it hit me while he kept on
thrusting deep.  "IIImmmmmmmmmcccccuuuuuuuummmmmmmmiiiinnnnnnggg,
Immmccccuuummmmiiiinnnngggg."

It hit me like a wave, I could feel my whole body flushed with
desire and quivering and then I felt the huge thickness slip inside
and my cunt lips close around it and I was screaming out again and
again that I wanted more, more, more.  And he kept fucking his cock
in until the head was deep in my womb.  His thrusts got shorter and
faster and then I felt him squirt his boiling cumm deep into my
womb, he kept shooting and shooting and now he held his body tight
against me, his cock all the way in, then he made some small hip
thrusting movements, the bulge rubbing back and forth on what must
be the 'G' spot that I had read about because another climax was
building.

"OOOOOOOHHHHHHHHHHYYYYYYYYEEEEEEESSSSSSSSS."

There was a deep lethargy throughout my body as I came for the
third time as he did and then he held still again, his cock deep
inside as he squirted more of his hot juice into me.  I couldn't
believe that I could ever have a cumm like that. I had never felt
anything as fantastic and satisfying as that cock with the big knot
fucking me and then his hot seed filling me up deep inside.

I knelt there as we rested after fucking and then I felt that huge
knot slip out and then his whole cock was gone and I was empty.

"Noooo,"  I cried out, "Doonntttttgoooooo. Dontgooooooo."

"Would you like some more dog cock now, or wait until later?" Mona
asked.

"I want to be fucked now, not later, I want another cock in me,
fucking me, making me cumm like that some more." I answered.

"OK," Mona said, "Priscilla is going to bring Bruno in and he is
going to fuck you until you can't take anymore.  Is that what youÔ   h)#        0*0*0*°°  Ôwant?"

"Yes...Yes...I want Bruno, I want him now." I cried out.

"Good, you asked for it...and just think, we are capturing it all
on tape and we'll give you a copy to watch by yourself as soon as
it's edited together into one.  Now here's Bruno."

Priscilla brought Bruno into the room and he was huge,either a
Mastiff, or maybe even a Grand Pyrenees he was so big.  He was
brought in front of me and made to lie on his back directly under
my face.

"Now, your going to have to get his cock hard if you want him to
fuck you.  That means you're going to have to suck his cock for
awhile."  Priscilla whispered to me,

"OOOOHhhhhhhNoooo I can't do it." I cried.

"If you want his nice big cock in you then you're going to have to
help.  Now just lean your head down on his belly and see where the
tip is peaking out, you just have to lick it a couple of times and
it will start to get hard and come out of the sheath.  Go ahead,
just lick the tip."

I looked down and saw the little pink tip and hesitatingly stuck my
tongue out and gave it a couple of licks.  It tasted different, but
not bad."

"See, it's beginning to get hard and big just right for fucking. 
Try again and now just close your lips over the pink part."

I did as she said.

"Ohhh that's good, just keep doing that, close your lips around his
cock head and suck a little bit.  That's right, It's not bad is it? 
Just keep it up.  That's right now take a little bit more into your
mouth and suck on it and run your tongue around it.  See it's
getting bigger.  Now, move your head up and down a little, like
that, that's right.  It's not bad is it?  See it's getting bigger,
in a few minutes he'll be ready to fuck you,  That's what you want
isn't it.  You want that big cock stuck way up inside your cunt and
womb fucking you hard and long and faster and faster and deeper
until he cumms, flooding you inside with his cock juices, that's
what you want right."

"UUUUMMMMM YEESSSSS," I murmured as I felt his cock beginning to
fill my mouth as it grew longer and thicker.  Now I felt it hitting
the top of my throat and I was moving my head up and down faster
and faster.  And then Mona pulled my head back and said that's
enough now, now he's going to fuck you,  That's what you want isn't
it."

"Yesss...I want him to fuck me." Looking down I saw this monsterÔ   h)$         0*0*0*°°  Ôcock with a knot at the bottom that looked like an orange it was so
big.  "Ooohhhhh can he fit in me?  Can he get that all inside me,
I want it all.  Can he fuck me now."

Without saying a word Priscilla took his leash off and pointed
behind me.  "Fuck Bruno, Fuck her good, She wants your cock inside
her..Go ahead.  that's right.  Good boy.  Now mount her and let me
put your cock in her cunt."

I could see all this in the two monitors.  I watched as he came
behind me and gave a sniff at my cunt and then He lurched up, and
he must have weighed 130 or 140 pounds because I sagged slightly. 
I couldn't keep my eyes off the monitors watching as Priscilla
guided him up on me and then her hand taking that massive cock and
rubbing the head against my swollen pussy lips. I   And then
Heaven... I felt it slide inside me and now he was slowly fucking
me and I couldn't help myself as I cried out urging him to fuck me
faster and harder and deeper.  And now I could feel his cock it was
longer and it felt twice as thick and very quickly the cock head
was bouncing off my cervix...and then it hit it just right and it
slid into my womb...And now I came and came just with his cock
entering me and then I was thrusting hard back against him trying
to get all of his cock inside me.  I felt the knot pushing apart my
cunt lips with each inward stroke and I knew from the feel that
each time he thrust into me I spread a little bit wider and then
wider and then it felt almost as big as a softball and then it
slipped past my cunt lips and was inside.  Now he was fucking me
hard and I just kept cumming and cumming, my body slamming back
against him trying to get more...I wanted more even though I could
feel his body as tight against me as it could get each time he
thrust forward.  His huge knot was moving back and forth inside me
and then I and he began to cumm at the same time and this time when
he thrust into me, his legs clasped me tight around the torso and
he held still.  That cock was all the way inside and I felt it
pulsing and his hot cumm squirting into me, filling me up, filling
me up, filling me up with his juices.

I must have passed out for a few minutes, because when I regained
my senses, I could feel his cock still inside me but his weight no
longer on my back.  I weakly turned my head and could see him in
the monitor.  We were there ass to ass and his cock was still
inside me, still pumping his cumm into me.  He tried to pull away
but couldn't, then Mona loosened the leash and the wrist clips and
he pulled and he dragged me around behind him.  I couldn't do a
thing.  I was his bitch and we were locked tightly together.  I
whimpered and tried to pull free, but he snarled, I must have hurt
him trying to get his cock out of me, so I just knelt there.  Mona
came over and reaching behind me loosened the spreader bar but left
the ties between my cuffs and my legs so that I remained in a
kneeling position.  I don't know why, but I began to squeeze my
cunt muscles around his cock and knot.  I could feel it moving back
and forth slightly and the sensation was exciting.  I kept doing it
and then all of a sudden he seemed to come to life because he
quickly turned and with Mona's help he got his leg back over andÔ   h)%        0*0*0*°°  Ôremounted me.  With that, Mona reached down and loosened the still
remaining ties.

Now I was loose and I called out.. "That's right Bruno fuck me like
I want...Fuck me some more...  Shove your cock all the way in and
fuck me hard and fast. Fill me up with your hot fuck juice, just
fuck me."

I found myself swaying back against each of his thrusts trying to
get more and more cock inside me. I have only a hazy recollection
of what happened for the next period of time just that all of a
sudden I was laying on a day bed humping my hips as I dreamt about
my fuck session with Bruno.  At that point I did not think I would
ever want to be fucked again by anything but a dog. And only Bruno
would do. 


                                   ENSLAVED
                             PART IV  Chapter 1

I laid there on the day bed until my body calmed down. It took an
effort to stop my hips from jerking up and down fucking the air. 
When I had collected myself, I looked around and found myself alone
in an alcove.  I could hear the other women talking and murmuring
in the adjoining room. I swung my legs off the bed and sat up.  It
was then that I realized that I was naked and the dogs cumm was
leaking out of my pussy and running down my thighs.  I stood up and
walked to the opening into the other room and felt the pleasant
ache in my pussy from Bruno's cock.  Walking into the other room,
I found all of the women sitting around naked, some curled up in
the arms of another having their breasts stroked, or sucking on a
nipple.  Josephine was the first to notice me standing there; she
smiled her pleasure at seeing me awake.

"Come here my little horny pussy, come to me." she called out while
motioning for me to join her on the padded floor.

I walked over and slipped down beside her.  Her arm encircled me
and she drew me close and kissed me, her hand automatically finding
my breast and nipple.  She began to gently play with my nipple and
I felt the warmth in my belly returning.

"Love, I want you to reach down with your hand and collect some of
that juice leaking out of your pussy."

I did and brought my hand out, my fingers wet with Bruno's cumm.

"Let me lick it from your fingers," she said.

I held my hand up to her face, my fingers to her lips.  Her tongue
sought my fingers and licked them drawing the cumm into her mouth.

"Ohh, that tastes so good.  Here try it yourself."Ô   h)&         0*0*0*°°  ÔŒShe held her hand to me and my tongue came out and licked her
fingers duplicating her action.

"Doesn't that taste good?" she asked.

It did.  It was a little on the sweet side and had a slightly
pungent flavor, but it did taste good.

"Now, reach down and get more of his juices."

I did and held them towards her mouth.

"No sweetheart this time it's all for you."

I moved my fingers to my mouth and began to lick them.

"No, just take those fingers in your mouth and suck the juices
off."

I did, and then I began to want more.  My hand returned to my cunt
and now I slid two fingers inside and could feel the cumm running
into the palm of my hand.  When quite a bit had accumulated in my
palm I pulled my Hand away and licked the pool of cumm from my palm
and my fingers. It tasted intoxicating to me and I wanted more.

"I think the best thing for you to do would be to get it directly
from the source."  she said.  " Come with me." She reached down and
picked up the leash that had been attached to the collar on my neck
and clipped it on to me

Still naked, she took the leash and led me from the room and out
the back door.  There before me were five or six large cages with
dog runs and each one had a dog in it. Bruno's enclosure was not
the biggest for there were several other dogs as large, or larger,
than he. I couldn't help but glance under their bellies, comparing
the size of their cocks.  While not the smallest, only two of the
dogs had cocks larger than his.  I wondered what size they would
grow to and what they would feel like inside me.  I felt a now
familiar ache growing in my crotch.

Josephine led me to Bruno's cage and then pulling down on the leash
brought me to my knees.  She opened the door and Bruno excitedly
rushed out.  He ran around me sniffing and then on orders from
Josephine, I leaned over and his tongue found my cunt and he began
to lick it.

Just as I was about to start building to a climax Priscilla ordered
the dog to stop and to come around in front of me and lay down on
his back.  The red tip of his cock was already easing from the
sheath.

"Go ahead Joan,  suck his cock, suck him until he cumms in your
mouth."
Ô   h)'         0*0*0*°°  ÔŒI leaned down and took the head of his cock in my mouth and began
to suck on it as it began to grow and the hairy sheath to recede. 
With each downward stroke of my head I took more and more of his
cock into my mouth and not my head was moving up and down faster
and faster as his cock began to leak cumm.  I kept swallowing his
juices as they leaked out and they tasted as good as what had come
from my cunt.  Now my lips were touching his knot and I knew I had
as much of his cock in my mouth as I could get.  My tongue was
swirling around the cock just as my head was moving up and down. 
I could feel myself sucking hungrily on the hot cock getting more
and more of his juices.  Then all of a sudden I felt the familiar
lurching in my stomach and as I sucked I climaxed.  My body started
convulsing with the strength of my cumming yet I kept on sucking
until all of a sudden, his hips were driving that hot hard cock up
into my face and then he was spurting his cumm into my mouth and
down my throat.  I pulled my head back so that his cumm would shoot
into my mouth and I could taste it instead of deep in my throat
where I couldn't taste it.

"Look at that," I heard Mona say, "here pussy's practically
snapping the way it wants a cock. She's got to be cumming look at
her juices oozing out and down her legs.  Good grief, what a hot
bitch we have got ourselves here."

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I am kinda stymied at this point and don't know how to continue. 
Any one with suggestions please send me a reply.


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