The fact that I was allowed to experience this makes me proud and unspeakably fulfilled. I had sensed that it would be Hank who knew how to treat and satisfy me. A deep love flows through my whole body when I hear someone clapping his hands.
Daddy is immediately on the spot, calms Diablo, cuddles him, praises him and presses him further into me from behind. Rita still holds the camera in front of my face while the negress pulls the rat trap from my tongue with a firm grip. Immediately I scream and the blood flowing into my tongue deforms it into a big thick rag in my mouth, which feels strange.
That’s exactly what the negress does with the traps on my udders. Without any care she pulls the metal hangers off my nipples and laughs while I whimper in pain. And again my asshole is stretched to the bursting point, my breath fails while Diablos knots pop out of my ass. For minutes my intestinal contents spill out onto the floor and a brown viscous sauce forms a lake underneath me that slowly gets bigger and bigger until it has expanded into my field of vision.
I am still in the dog position on all fours and the negress orders me to remain in this position for a while. Then she gives the order to squat down with my legs apart and to squeeze out everything that is still in my bowels. But I cannot press at all, my sphincter muscle is so stretched and worn out. Everything flows out of me for minutes all by itself, while I have another climax. The lake at my feet shimmers dirty and matt.
“You will now lie on your stomach with your face in the broth. And you will lick everything up slowly and with pleasure until the floor is clean and shiny again. Diablo will surely come along and help you. Got it?!”
I just nod as I get down on all fours and slowly touch the broth with my mouth and lips. But what can I say? It is the most beautiful and exciting taste and smell I have ever experienced. My tongue licks up the oily brown liquid, shovels it into my mouth and while the taste fills me completely, I come moaning once more. Everyone laughs again.
Now Diablo is with me and also slurps up the broth, and our tongues touch each other deeply. I lick Diablo, Diablo licks me and together we lick up the lake of intestinal contents and dog sperm. I thank Diablo by sitting down and offering him my bouncing, smudged and burst tits for licking. Everywhere Diablo licks me and I lick back: his mask, his peritoneum, his short docked cock, his muscular legs, his sheath, his soft tasty asshole, in which I literally bury myself to climax one last time.
Suddenly Hank’s voice fills the room. He must have entered without me noticing him: “Wasn’t that great? The sow is unique! We’ve got till Saturday, then two bidders will come and make us rich. One of them has already transferred the deposit to the account! This dog fuck meat is gonna make us rich!”
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IX
SALE
The day of my handover began very rough. The fat negress tore me out of my dreams by crashing the door to my room and immediately started screaming and ranting. What a lazy pig I was, that she was glad to finally be rid of me and that she was not even good enough to serve as a fuckhole for dogs. At the same time she pulled me out of bed by my feet so that I crashed with my body on the hard concrete floor. While I was trying to get up and come to my senses, she hit me in the face with her flat hand, spat at me hard several times and shouted that I should lie down. There on the floor at her feet, that was my place. She opened the knot of her dirty bathrobe and stood broad-legged over my face.
“Last night,” she crouched over me, “Hank got so horny at the thought of finally getting rid of you, he squirted all his cream up my ass.” She pulled her ass cheeks apart with both hands so that a little muscle opened up here. “He’s never fucked you, has he?”
“No,” I whispered, “never.”
With her asshole wide open, she sat on my face and rubbed herself. Some viscid semen dripped from her behind into my mouth and over my nose. The fat one made sure that Hank’s old sperm spread evenly by sliding it for a long time all over my face.
“That’s the last thing you’re gonna taste of Hank!” she laughed. “You know, Hank only fucks nigga cunts. On principle. He only uses white trash like you to get rich and serve his friends and clients. That’s the way he’s been doing it with you from the beginning. Because he hates you white bitches. And I have no idea why y’all fall for his shit!”
And as she forced me to use her tongue long and deep into both of her unwashed holes, she described how much Hank despised me. That the two of them had never had a white cunt that ate dog shit and sucked out the asshole of mutts. A lot of her hookers would’ve gone for pain, but a dog’s ass? And with that fervor and devotion? None! Really. She moaned and came the first time.
My films, she went on to say, had spread like wildfire in Darknet.
“Who is going to be whipped, has her udders tortured hard, be fucked in the ass by negroes and then suck dog cocks and asses?” was her not very rhethorical question to me. “Nobody! Really! And I have no idea what’s wrong with you, but today you’re gonna make us rich. And it’s fine by me.” She laughed. “Do you like it, sweetheart?”
“Yes, very much”, I lied, while the disgustingly dull taste of rancid sperm and intestinal contents, which I had been inhaling for more than half an hour now, had infected all my senses.
“Come on, open your mouth, I gotta piss!”
The fat negress rose and let her dark yellow morning urine run directly into my mouth, first in hard streams that also wet my face, then the pressure dried up and she sat down again on my open mouth until I had swallowed the really last drop. Then she kneeled down and I had to stick my nose right into her slimy cunt while she ordered me to keep working her ass with my tongue. Whether I inhaled through the nose or mouth, the stench was pathetic. When she came moaning the second time and her juices ran into my mouth, I hoped my pain was over. But that was an illusion.
Panting, the negress rose, spat at me again several times and hit me while I continued to lie motionless on the floor.
“I really want to shit in your mouth. But today is your big day, and I don’t know if Hank likes it when you stink of shit.”
She had placed herself above me and was thinking. “Oh, never mind. You’ve got to clean up and get ready anyway. Besides, it all started with some nigga shit in your mouth, that’s how it’s gonna end. And remember, you ain’t ever gonna come within 100 yards of Hank’s sperm coming out of my gut.”
With that she turned around and knelt over my mouth. “Come on, open up!” she commanded. She kneaded her fat sagging tits and squeezed herself into my mouth. While I was licking her, the tender flesh of her sphincter opened and my tongue penetrated deep into the soft flesh, before a hard load of excrement pushed my tongue aside and entered my mouth. Fortunately it was less than I had feared and it was hard, if still sperm-slimy. The fat lady rose again and fingered her smartphone from her pocket in her dressing gown. While I chewed, belched and swallowed, she filmed and continued to insult me as a whore, cunt, white shit-eater and dog-fucker. When I had thanked her, she put her phone back and gave me instructions on how to clean and shave. Then she let the door slam behind her.
No sooner had the fat one disappeared than I crawled to the toilet and stuck my finger down my throat. I threw up until only bile was left. Then I did an extensive mouth cleaning, took a shower, cleaned myself from the inside with several enemas, shaved me all over my body, applied cream for a long time, and finally I liked how I stood naked in front of the small mirror, naked except for the dog collar, which I had never taken off since I came. I looked at myself: My head hair had grown back a little, otherwise my body was unharmed, my big udders were still standing firm and my body muscles were firm. Not a gram too much, I thought, as I started my morning warm-up and stretching exercises.
Just as I was taking the yoga posture of the rising sun, the heavy iron door was ripped open again. Two black guys in uniform and the fat negress entered the room and eyed me. The two men were pitch black giants, young, sinewy and muscular, in black military trousers, jumper boots and muscle shirts. Their faces were covered by black wool masks and one of them had extensive tattoos on his arms up to his neck. The room was immediately filled with testosterone and my bowels were immediately spilling out of a lot of juices. Suddenly I wished for nothing more than to touch her skin, lick her taste and be enslaved by her cocks. But the fat one clapped her hands.
“Ready! Here we go! Here”, she pulled a pair of black high shoes with straps from the shelf and handed them to me, “put them on! The two men had lined up like guards to the right and left of the door. I sat down on the bed and put on the shoes and locked the straps on my ankles. I took care to present my wet cunt as if by chance.
“The birdie’s leaking again!” laughed the Negress, “then let’s see if you’ve done a proper job!” I had to lie on the bed with my legs spread and let the negress inspect me. She grabbed my cunt, checked my asshole and kneaded my udders. “All good, all clean, all tight!” She threw heavy leather cuffs on my bed and ordered me to secure them to my forearms. Then I had to stand up and the negress locked the handcuffs behind my back. Finally she grabbed a heavy black cloth bag hanging on the wall and pulled it over my head. Immediately the blackness of an impenetrable darkness had me back again, while the negress nested at my dog collar, opened it and pulled it again over the black cloth, which was now tightly wrapped around my head, and fastened it. While the three spoke to each other I heard my excited breath. It started.
I was taken to a van (I assume it was the same van that transported me on my first night in town when I had to serve the homeless). I crawled onto a blanket and was allowed to lie down sideways. A steel chain was pulled through the leather cuffs, which was attached somewhere inside the van so that I could hardly move my arms. I kept the black hood on. The van smelled of paint and motor oil.
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