Soon after her moment of fear, however, the dog let out a yelp and Kelly felt the sperm shooting into her vagina. The dog collapsed on top of her with his front legs wrapped around her to wait until his knot freed him.
The cock in her mouth, however, was another matter. It kept sliding slowly in and impaling her throat before sliding back out to her lips. She decided to use some of what she had learned earlier from Mistress Gretchen and brought her tongue into action. Within a few more plunges, she had coaxed a climax out of her oral rapist and tasted the salty cum as it slid across her tongue and down her throat.
After dinner, the three girls were led as a coffle to the tiny room where they would sleep. There was a mattress on the floor and nothing else in the room. They sighed as they saw the Spartan surroundings and then sighed again when they heard the door being locked from the outside.
Despite the awkwardness of shifting positions caused by the way they were linked together by the chain, Alana and Meredith laid a dazed Kelly on the mattress between them. Alana cuddled up against Kelly's back, pressing her body against the teenager and spooned with her. She reached around her owner and cupped a breast, giving it a reassuring squeeze. Meredith laid down and backed up against Kelly to create another spoon. Then she reached back, and pulled Kelly's hand to her breast, holding it there. The unstated goal of the two older slaves was to keep the youngest slave warm and to give her comfort.
Chapter 11: The Hunt
Tuesday was different and yet was more of the same. Instead of phalluses, it was plastic replicas of a woman's privates. Again, Gretchen wielded the crop and did her best to distract the poor slavegirls. Again, male slaves were brought in to fuck them in an attempt to distract them. And, again, their backs and bottoms felt the kiss of the crop over and over again.
They had another lesson in posture. They had a consultation with the staff beautician who made notes on flesh tones and hair color. They were reassured that they were each already beautiful but that she would devise ways of enhancing that beauty. And the beautician took the opportunity to denude Meredith's and Kelly's sex resulting in all three girls with a smooth, sleek look.
They were taken to the staff physician who conducted a complete physical on them. When he learned that Meredith was not on any birth control program, he made sure that the sex during her training would not result in any unwanted children. He also declared that their nipples and labia were capable of being pierced and ringed. This announcement was not met warmly by any of the three slaves.
In the afternoon, they were taken outside. Three poles were standing in the yard. They were each about waist high and had rounded tops. Alana remembered her first vision of this place and immediately knew what was to happen next. Sure enough, each girl was lifted and then positioned so that, when they were lowered, they would be impaled on the posts. With great efficiency, their minders slid them onto the poles and then shackled their feet to stakes in the ground so that their legs were spread shoulder width.
Mistress Gretchen reappeared carrying a long, wicked-looking whip this time. She announced that it was quiz time and started asking questions that each girl was expected to answer. Each correct answer was rewarded with some kind of pleasurable sensation such as the stroking of a clit or the suckling of a nipple. Each incorrect answer was met with the bite of the whip. By the end of the quiz, each girl had several mean-looking welts across their backs.
Dinner was much the same. The girls were displayed on their crosses and clothespins were applied to the most sensitive parts of their bodies. Alana was terrified of each new clothespin, not because of the pain but because of what she knew the largest collection would bring. It was a close race and Alana could not tell who had the most. She knew that hers were painful as her nipples, clit and labia burned with pain. One master had even pried open her mouth, pulled out her tongue and snapped a clothespin on the tip of it. When the tally was finally taken, she learned that she and Kelly had each received ten and Meredith had been blessed with twelve of the little monsters.
Meredith was nearly hysterical as they released her from the cross. She struggled furiously and it took four slaves to secure her onto the rack where she was to meet her canine lover. Kelly and Alana watched in horror as a German Shepherd was trotted in and was eventually unleashed onto Meredith. Meredith squealed and pulled at her bindings as the big dog sank his cock into her but was quickly silenced when one of the masters plugged her mouth with his large cock and she quickly learned that it is impossible to shout with a cock lodged in your throat.
Kelly and Alana were not completely spared. A master and a mistress were amusing themselves by attaching clamps to Kelly's nipples and labia and then hanging weights from the clamps. Kelly groaned with each additional ounce but never took her eyes off of the girl and dog.
Alana couldn't help but take her eyes off of the scene. A mistress had appeared in front of her holding a long glass tube filled with needles and some kind of liquid. After setting the tube down, she withdrew a long needle, shook it dry, lifted one of Alana's breasts and then placed the tip of the needle at the base of the defenseless breast. With wide eyes, Alana watched as the needle was pushed, tenting the flesh inward for a moment before piercing the skin. The mistress pushed slowly and Alana felt every agonizing inch of the progress that the needle made until it emerged out the other side. By the time the girl and dog had finished their performance, Alana had a needle through the base of each breast and two shorter needles piercing each nipple.
"This place is horrible," declared Kelly as the three girls spooned on their mattress that night. This time, it was Meredith who was tucked into the middle.
"I'll say," agreed Alana. "Some of these people belong in prison."
"I don't know," offered Meredith. "It's only for a few days and we'll get through it. Besides, it'll make us appreciate life all that much more when we get out. I think it's fine."
"Are you crazy?" blurted Alana. "You were just raped by a dog. And you think it's fine?"
"Well, it's sure not something that I wanted to do," said Meredith in her defense. "But after awhile it was kind of enjoyable. And it was the first time I ever climaxed just through penetration."
"Wow," exclaimed Alana.
"Yeah, wow," echoed Kelly.
"Don't worry. I'm not going to rush out and buy a German Shepherd. But I wouldn't mind having that one again. And it was also kinda nice being the center of attention. I had a whole room full of people watching me. That made me feel sexy."
Alana shook her head in disbelief but didn't say anything because she didn't want to offend Meredith. Instead, she rolled over so she was facing Meredith, moved her hands up to cup her breasts and kissed her. "You are always sexy to me."
Wednesday was hunt day. After a morning class in which they were taught the finer points of licking asses and another visit to the physician who gave them a quick checkup, they were led to the gathering point. All fifty or so slaves were collected together inside the corral. There were also about seventy five or eighty people outside the corral so it was obvious that guests had come in to participate. One of the masters stood on a small stage and spoke into a microphone, broadcasting to the entire crowd.
"Welcome to the D bar S weekly hunt. Most of you have participated in the hunt before, but for those of you who are new, let me go over the rules."
"We are hunting for slaves. The slaves will be released momentarily and will be given a one hour head start. The bell will sound after the hour is up and the hunters can pursue at that time."