“I thought that this would be the final spectacle, but was wrong. After the horse was led away, the people in the room flipped me over onto my back and back onto the lower cushion. Someone started to fuck me, but next to the horse’s dick, it felt puny and did nothing for me. Then the dogs cock was positioned at my mouth and my head yanked back. I had no choice but to open my lips at which point, the whole of the dogs cock slipped straight into my throat. He fucked my mouth while others fucked my cunt or arse. The dog’s pointy end was nudging my tonsils, gradually getting further and further with each push until his knot was banging on my lips. I could not open my mouth wide enough for him to get it all in, but it didn’t matter. Someone grasped him and it must have felt as if he had entered me all the way, because he stopped jerking and instead, shot so much red-hot come down my throat, that I thought I would gag. The training I had received helped me to breath and not suffocate.”
“I felt the men who had been watching, yanking themselves off. Then their semen was being splashed all over me. It was in my hair, over my tits and belly, in my mouth, but worst of all, in my newly uncovered eyes. Come in the eyes burns like fuck. But I had seen Roger in the brief time between the removal of the mask and eyes full of come; that was enough for me.”
“Afterwards, everyone said how well I had done. How well I had responded to the training and how photogenic I looked on film. The bastards, not content in humiliating and degrading me, had filmed the whole thing.”
“Roger took me home afterwards. He seemed pretty pleased with himself and even made some comment about having the ultimate slave who would be so good in servitude. Well I fixed him.”
“A few days later, the Postman brought a copy of the videotape along with a cheque for one hundred thousand pounds. The payee had been left blank, so I took it and banked it in my account; that was a mistake it seems. Roger told me that he was selling copies of the tape over the Internet for two hundred pounds each and they were going like hot cakes. He had set up an Internet account and was making money so fast he couldn’t believe it.”
“Anyway, one night, soon after we had returned, he thought he would be able to screw me. I let him for a while, until he forced his filthy cock into my mouth. My defence will be that it was a nervous reaction or a tic that made me clamp my jaws together. I didn’t mean to swallow the bastard’s dick whole, but it happened. He bled to death inside five minutes and the ambulance arrived in fifteen. Shame that eh?”
“But it seems that by taking the money means I was a willing participant as far as the Police are concerned.”
Her story had taken most of the afternoon to tell. I have tried to relate it as accurately as possible, but she gave so much detail and emotion to it, that it is impossible to really do it justice here.
Justice was indeed, what she got. I had won her back and lost my first case. The Judge was a mean old bastard who was of the opinion that women should be tied to kitchen sinks and shouldn’t have a life other than procreation and servitude to man. Our appeal brought the conviction down to one of involuntary manslaughter; she only had to serve twelve months with remission.
The film is still realising huge amounts of money. Linda has now set up the account in her own name and has begun to practice her advice line for African farmers. We have bought a house in Wiltshire with several bedrooms and a few acres of land sitting at the foot of a valley and secluded to the rest of the world. We also have a dog. She tells me, that it is a Ridgeback, something the South African farmers use to herd cattle or hunt lions. He is a big sod and as mean as hell until Linda comes home. I can’t compete with him, but then again, I don’t really need to because she really can swallow head and I like mine attached.
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