Then my ankles, still wide apart, were seized and fastened to the floor where they must have fitted metal loops.
Hands reached for my cunt and held my lips apart, while an acolyte began brushing me with some sort of sticky liquid over my whole genital area. And forcibly poured further quantities of the gooey stuff into me, using at least two or three fingers and stretching my opening even more. What was it?
They relaxed the ropes holding my arms and a gentle pressure on my shoulders indicated I should lay down. I did. Thoughtfully, a rug had been laid out on the stone floor and I spread out on it keeping my limbs apart. The contact of my raw behind against the rough surface was a trifle painful at first.
As soon as I was in position, they opened me up even wider, increasing the angle of revelation spreading from my crotch and my breasts, before tethering my ankles to the metal rings, as well as my hands high up behind me. The way I was now, all and sundry could look all the way into me, into the sheer pinkness he always enthused about. The bastard. This wasn’t a joke any longer.
“Bring in the dog.”
I struggled fiercely, but they had me tied down very efficiently and I couldn’t move even the centre of my body. My paltry attempts only served to increase the painful scraping of my well-whipped buttocks against the rug’s coarse material.
“No, not a dog,” I screamed. “You can’t, you just can’t, it’s not… allowed, it’s illegal. It’s, no… Please,” I begged, tears welling up inside my eyes. Which they of course couldn’t see, did not wish to see.
Horrified at the prospect ahead – even in pornographic stories this wasn’t allowed, it overstepped the mark – I had forgotten the earlier ban on my speaking.
“Quiet, bitch.” The man who said this slapped my cheeks several times until I felt blood inside my mouth.
The liquid they had inserted inside my cunt was burning me a bit, felt dreadfully sticky.
I heard muffled steps, movement approaching my outstretched body. Expecting the worse. I knew there was no way I could take this. I’d be sick, surely. Jesus, Jesus, not a dog. It’d tear me apart, injure me. They couldn’t do this to me. Surely? How could my lover allow this? Maybe he was no longer here.
I thought I heard a whirring sound somewhere in the dark background. A camera. They were filming the whole thing. The swine, the bloody fucking bastards.
“Woof, woof,” a woman’s voice, giggling almost uncontrollably. The others all around me all went “Woof, woof in unison. A choir of animals.
A wet, floppy flannel, like a tongue, began slobbering all over my cunt.
Behind it, a real tongue. A woman’s. You recognize those things. Licking me.
The flexible appendage burying itself in my curls, tickling my engorged outer lips. Her lips grazing the skin of my mound as she delved deeper.
“Woof, woof,” the choir continued. The woman’s tongue was licking me clean, with the application of a docile pet, a dog. Must have been honey they had spread inside me. I heaved a huge sigh of relief. Relaxed a touch, as the woman went about her cleaning business. Blushed deeply when her tongue almost corkscrewed through between my lips and began sucking out the goo from inside. Unavoidable excitement steadily rising through me. The woman imitating an animal was oh so thorough as she patiently licked, sucked, nibbled at me to extract every ounce of goodness. And every move of her cunning tongue sent fierce arrows coursing through me; I felt a deep flush spread from my cheeks down to my neck, shoulders and breasts. I was a thousand times madly alive. Ignorant of my mounting fervour, she slaved away, unemotional, systematic, hungry for my taste. My limbs pulled frantically at the restraints; to no avail. My insides were turning to jelly. I even thought for one brief moment that my bowels would let go. The sensations inside me increased exponentially as the woman’s tongue caressed my dilated cunt. My throat tightened. The pressure of her roving tongue switched up to my clitoris and I literally exploded. I came.
Loudly.
Screaming like an animal myself. Too far gone now to remember the previous instructions of silence.
I sighed, following the uncontrollable release.
I wasn’t punished for my shameful outburst.
They had what they wanted: I had been brought to orgasm, not by an animal, but like an animal. Wanton. In full view of their obscene assembly. And not any old orgasm; the best I could remember in ages. Where had the woman learned her skills?
“Interesting,” the voice of the older man was heard again.
The woman’s mouth moved away from my genitals, dropping spittle over my cunt.
“Impressive,” he said. “Would a real animal have given her so much pleasure? Could be an interesting experiment…”
“No, please. You can’t be serious,” I pleaded. “I draw the line somewhere, and bestiality is definitely out. Leave it to the pages of the under-the-counter-books. It’s too damn scary. I’d do anything else. You can do anything to me, but not that.”
“Anything?”
“Yes,” I whispered.
So, anything it became.
I sucked men’s cocks. Strange how every single one not only tastes but feels different. You know, the texture of the skin, the geography of foreskins, absent or stretched, the topography of bulging veins against the tongue. After an hour or so, my jaw ached and the bulging members all became a blur. For all I know, they could even have slipped the dog in between the parade of men and I might not have noticed. Smell of skin, talcum, cologne, sweat, urine, they all merged as I sucked away like an automaton. They all came in my mouth, different flavours ranging from acrid to sickening, sweetish to bitter. I’ve never liked the taste of men’s come and every time forced myself to swallow it without allowing my tongue to linger on the taste, for fear of gagging. Some were thick, others were long. They filled my mouth and swelled unconscionably until there was nowhere for them to expand further and I had to control my breathing lest I choke. Hard as steel, soft as gristle, pliant, rough, bent, odorous, I can tell you stories of cocks, evoke their gaudy geography in all shades of disgust.
Finally, they tired of my mouth and I knew that none of the penises I had milked had been my lover’s.
They sat me in a chair, legs apart as always and lathered my groin, before shaving my wonderful curls away, leaving me absolutely bare, my open gash like a red wound between my thighs. Every one present lined up to lick me clean, men and women, few of them were as good as the dog. I became very wet but didn’t come. Had no energy left for it, I thought.
I was then unshackled and made to bend over, hands and knees to the rough floor, while alien objects were inserted inside me, forced through my openings, twisted relentlessly inside me until it became painful and I had to beg them to stop.
They took the cloth away from my eyes at long last, and I saw the hall in all its faded grey glory and my lover sitting in front of me in the same chair I had been summarily shaved on. I was instructed to keep my head high as he lowered his trousers and began slowly masturbating while every man present took his turn fucking me from behind under the attentive gaze of my lover. He never lowered his eyes once; neither did I as they all pounded into me, tearing at my increasingly bruised opening, alternatively releasing their hot spend inside my vagina or quickly disengaging themselves from me before spurting over my back, like in a bad porno movie.
I never saw what any of them looked like.
My lover controlled his jerking off to the rhythm of the men penetrating me, never allowing himself to orgasm. At last, they had all taken their turn, I was still on my knees, come streaking down the back of my thighs and drying all over my back and buttocks, my lover signalled someone standing behind me. This beautiful tall woman with flowing dark auburn hair walked across to him, pulled up the scarlet silk evening gown she was wearing, turned round so she was facing me and lowered herself onto his cock. I wanted to look away, but I knew they wouldn’t let me and anyway I was fascinated. His thick cock parted her plump lips. I briefly noticed she sported a small golden ring in one of her labia, her pubic hair was dyed dark red and she sported a tattoo of a penis between her navel and cunt. He entered her and she took him into her up to the hilt, the spectacle of her cunt fading into his thick bush assaulting my senses as she began heaving herself up and down on him. I became transfixed by the spectacle of their lovemaking, hypnotized by the junction of their sexes and the white juice that appeared to emanate from her and accumulated in a thin layer at the base of his cock. As I watched the two of them, someone behind me brutally inserted a finger in my anus, then another, forcing the sphincter muscles apart.