“I told you so”, the Negress said laconically. “I bet the sow is soaking wet.”
I had to turn around and press my ass against the bars. Then I felt hands pulling my ass cheeks apart and made obscene comments about my cunt being sewn up but leaking again. The negress laughed.
Diablo had become very restless in the meantime and Daddy had difficulties to keep him on the leash. He kept going in circles and his cock was hanging down obscenely from him, grazing the ground and leaving a trail of slime. I felt excitement rise up in me at the thought of having a splashing dog knot rammed into my bowels.
After Daddy had given the green light for the dog’s butt fuck, the negress grabbed another camera, handed it to Rita and sat down, wide-legged, on the upholstered chair where I had been tortured so hard a few minutes earlier. Rita stood next to her and received instructions. While she began filming I crawled on all fours towards the two women and presented myself to them, kneeling down, clasping my hands above my head and begging loudly to be fucked by Diablo at last.
The negress stretched out her stinky right foot, which she had deliberately dragged through the piss and dog excrement, forced me to lick it off properly, describing how horny everything would have made me. And while my tongue went between her toes, I told her that I could hardly wait to finally feel Diablo in my ass, how much it excited me to suck his ass in front of the audience and the camera until I was completely smudged, and finally that I wish nothing more to bear the pain every day and that sewing up the cunt was the absolutely just punishment for my doggy heat.
“Very nice! I know you can’t wait and Diablo should be doing the same by now. But I would like to make you look a little prettier,” the Negress took two black cable ties and demanded that I hold out my fat udders to her. With skilful movements she pulled a tie around each of my breasts and pulled them to exactly the point that they would not fall off, even if they did not yet exert much pressure on the bottom of my breast. Then she tightened a mousetrap sharply and with two fingers held it carefully in front of my face.
“What do you think, sow! Can your nipples stand a little more pain?”
I swallowed and gathered all my courage. “Of course, mistress! My udders crave torture!”
“Very nice! Come here, then!”
She tightened the cable tie on my right chest so tightly that my breath immediately stopped and the blood shot into my head. I moaned. She did the same with my left breast, except that she had to pull the cable tie firmly and roughly several times until it did not move a millimeter. Firm and obscene, my breasts stood out like melons.
“Hold your left udder with both hands so that the little mousetrap hits your nipple properly!”
So with trembling hands I took my left breast and held it out to the Negress. She pinched my nipple and waited until it had hardened and stood off. Then she let the trap close. Again it took a few milliseconds until the stabbing pain reached my brain. I screamed and threw myself on the floor, which the Negress seemed to be waiting for, because immediately she had the whip at hand, which consisted of a taut electric cable. With it she beat my stomach, my thighs and also my breasts until the mousetrap was snapped off again and I almost fainted from the pain. Diablo barked several times.
“Ts, ts, the little sow wants it ultra-hard.“ She used the cable whip on my thighs twice more until the meat split open and bled. I was halfway sane enough to kneel before her again and apologize submissively, which the Negress acknowledged with a grin. Thus the ordeal began anew. Again I held my udders out to her and the camera, again she let the trap snap directly over my nipple, again it shook me with bestial pain. Although I cried bitter tears and muttered for mercy, I had not gone down again. With my second udder the negress did the same. The nipple of the first one was already bleeding.
“If you hadn’t been so careless, I might have spared you the next trap. But so…”, she held another sharply drawn trap in front of my face, bigger and stronger than the two traps on my nipples.
“It’s for rats. Isn’t she beautiful?”
I nodded.
“And the metal temples are extra-rugged. It’ll crush your tongue real good and make it swell up so it’s fun to watch you lick the dog’s asshole later!”
Then she ordered me to stick my tongue between the metal bars of the trap. “Look into the camera. We all want to see your stupid face when the pain rips you apart. Just a warning: if you throw yourself back down or otherwise slip out of the picture, I’ll repeat the sweet pain not only on your tongue but also on your nose and if necessary on every finger of yours. Understood?!”
I nodded and while I stuck my tongue between the metal bars and looked into the camera, the big rat trap snapped shut. Only when my tongue is pulled out by the weight of the trap does the pain reach my center. And it shook me so that I screamed, groaned, wriggled, saliva dripped from my mouth, but my head remains facing the camera and I didn’t slip out of the picture. Then Daddy let Diablo off the leash.
Out of the corner of my eye I see the dog rushing at me, at that moment he jumps against at me and I fall backwards on the ground. Everyone laughs. The dog circles me, steps on my stomach and on my head and all the time his splattered cock is wagging in front of my face. With his snout, Diablo presses against my breasts, between my legs, against my cunt, in my face. I cannot kiss him because of the rat trap on my tongue, but I let him slobber on my face for a long time.
Slowly I turn to the side until I can finally go into the dog position despite the weight of Diablo and hold out my ass to him. He jumps on me, on the side, on the back and head, but he doesn’t hit my hole. His movements become wilder and wilder and more and more painful they shake the mice traps on my udders, which hang swinging to the ground.
At some point I feel his sharp claws on my back, groaning in pain and also a little bit of fear, when finally his wild jumping changes into a more rhythmic humping. Then I feel something wet and soft, knocking wildly at my holes. I stretch the asshole up in the air, because my sewed up cunt hurts badly when the dog’s cock pushes against it with force. Finally I feel my asshole, which gives way to Diablo’s weight and the sheer force of his thrusts, open up for his cock. Until then, the feeling is not unpleasant, even though the animal and uncontrolled amount of movement scares me a little.
At some point I feel an unbearable pressure on my sphincter muscle, which, however, does not give way, but simply seems to tear. And then the unspeakable pain is there, against which I briefly screech up until I collapse under the weight of Diablo.
“Get up, get up, get up!” the Negress yells at me, but then Diablo slips out of me again and jumps into the void. “That was the knot. It stretched you, but it wasn’t finally in your ass!” Daddy yells at me angrily. “So once again! And you better stay on all fours otherwise I’ll whip you bloody!”
While I plead with eyes and hands for forgiveness and try wordlessly to assure not to go down again, Diablo just keeps on ramming. Everywhere his sperm splashes around and when he comes between my ass cheeks again, it feels like he’s peeing on me.
Again it takes some tries until the soft fleshy cock of Diablo has found its way from my sore and sewn up cunt to my asshole. Again I feel a very pleasant feeling when the squirting piece of meat knocks against my sphincter. Again my hole opens to let the meat in. But what happens then is unbelievable: again it tears my hole and instead of my screams calming my fucker, it seems to be more of an incentive.
With all his weight, Diablo throws himself on and against me until my asshole opens up in fractions of a second for his accounts, lets him in, gets stretched to the point of overstretching, and finally rips and gives way… to lock himself up tightly behind the knot and never let Diablo’s cock out again. Still Diablo rams me with unrestrained force, after the stabbing pain of being torn open, it is then only the dull pain of shaking around in my intestine. A strange calm after the storm sets in.
And then something happens that I had never thought possible: as Diablo’s movements become more coordinated, I feel a waterfall pouring into my gut and seeming to fill me up to my throat. It is like a warm stream of comforting warmth that pours into me and fills my whole being.
At that moment I know that I am a dirty and rotten whore. That I enjoy being turned into an animal, a bitch, an ass-licking sow. That I want everything exactly the way it is happening right now and that I wanted everything that had to happen before exactly the same way. And at that moment I come with such force that it almost pulls me to the ground. I scream, moan, groan and howl out the longest, deepest and most stirring orgasm and all the juices in my bowels, in my cunt, in my mouth unite to a big wave that washes me away and makes me faint almost as much as the inhuman pain and the shame of the humiliation before.
At the same moment of the climax, which lasts for minutes, I piss, shit and spray convulsively and literally melt under the weight of the animal and the breath that presses against my face and nose. Cold and hot sweat cover my body and at this moment I am the happiest sow on earth. Instinctively I open my mouth and let the slime and drool of Diablo run into my mouth. The cameras record everything as if to prove my complete dehumanization.
After the climax fades away, the overwhelming weight of Diablo remains on my back and the throbbing pain of his knot in my intestine, while my big climax turns into many small highlights. Diablo is now rattling my sphincter and I know that when my asshole opens up, all the hot juice, dog sperm, dog piss and my own juices and shit will run out of me and I will lose everything worth living for – and dying for – the union with the dirt and the animal inside of me.
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