The journey was long and uncomfortable. An hour? Two hours? I don’t know. The engine noise was so loud that I couldn’t hear voices either, let alone conversations from the driver’s cabin. Every bump in the road shook me, and despite the blanket I was lying on, I could feel the poor suspension of the vehicle. Eventually the car stopped and it took several minutes before the back door was opened and I could hear voices again. The steel chain was loosened and I was forced to crawl out of the interior of the car and stand outside the car, trembling and naked. Before the black hood was pulled off my head, someone put a coat around my body to hide my nakedness. Then I had to dress and put make-up on behind the van. We were somewhere on an expressway in a parking lot in front of a diner.
It was a Sunday morning, the streets were empty and the diner was serving American breakfast. I had only put on light make-up, a blonde bobtail wig, black fishnet stockings, the high-heeled strappy shoes, no panties or bra, but a black tight dress that kept my udders in shape. A light beige coat covered my body. The dog collar of Nero I still wore.
In the diner, Hank was sitting in a police uniform and opposite him, an adolescent black man and a black woman. Next to him sat an older man, also black, and a handicapped boy. They were laughing when the Negress on a dog leash pushed me through the front door. We were the only guests, and the black waitress behind the counter winked at the Negress and smiled. Next to the table lay a beautiful Doberman with a muzzle. He was on a leash.
I welcomed the group and was asked by Hank to sit next to the lady. She seemed pleased, smiled at me and a white well-formed row of teeth became visible. Both the gentleman and the lady were elegant and distinguished.
The adults talked about politics and finally switched to music while drinking coffee. The woman’s right hand moved under the table to my thigh and finally to my cunt. I lifted the dress up a little and opened her legs so that her fingers could go into my cleft. I was soaking wet and a pleasant shiver ran through me as the lady rubbed against my clitoris.
She pulled her hand out of me and put her sticky fingers on the table. “It’s raining already!” she said laughing and looked at the street. It was a cool morning, and indeed black thunderclouds were passing by. Everyone laughed. The one with the rain seemed to be the password, because shortly afterwards the gentleman asked to be allowed to take a look at the goods, which Hank acknowledged with a nod and then stood up and asked me to come with him.
Together with the gentleman, who, after passing the Doberman’s leash to his wife, put on an elegant camel-hair coat, we left the diner and walked across the street towards the large office tower, which was diagonally opposite. But instead of taking the main entrance, we walked along the block to a ramp that led down to a heavy iron door.
“I’ve arranged a nice warm room!” Hank enlightened the gentleman. “This is our little secret room, and unless I’m mistaken, one of my hookers is about to become – how shall I put it? – rebuked.” He pulled up his nose loudly and spit on the floor in front of my feet. And he laughed dirty. “The security guard is good and trustworthy!”
The gentleman nodded.
Then Hank knocked twice strongly on the door, which was opened from the inside after a short wait. Two black guards in uniforms greeted Hank and let us in. After the door fell back into the lock, a strange silence surrounded us, accompanied by a distant hum of a heating system or generator. The two guards eyed me for a long time. Hank whispered something, and after the gentleman had nodded again, Hank stepped towards me and tore the wig off my head.
“Look, it’s the girl from the movies,” the older of the two guards said in surprise. Hank grabbed my face with his right paw so that I groaned, and came close to me. With a diabolic undertone he hissed: “The men want to see you naked. Come on, cunt, show your udders!”
After he had left me again, I pulled the tight dress over my breasts and shoulders and finally stood naked in front of the strangers with only my high heels and fishnet stockings on. The older guard came closer and smiled at me. I smiled back, but immediately received a resounding slap into the face, which made me stagger with surprise.
“Since when can you fucking smile at niggas?” He slapped my face again with his flat hand.
“Sorry,” I stammered.
Hank handed a rough dog leash to the guard, which the man fastened awkwardly to the heavy ring of my dog collar. Then he examined me and finally grabbed me between my legs. “Just as I had thought. Soaking wet the sow!”
Everyone laughed.
After he had withdrawn from my hole, he kneaded my thick breasts and hit them a few times with his flat hand. Then he ordered me to get on the floor and lick his shoes. They were rough black work shoes with a metal cap. They were not excessively dirty, but not freshly cleaned either. After I had run my tongue over the leather several times, he pulled up his nose and let a thick lump of saliva drip onto his shoes, which I licked fervently.
The second guard had stepped behind me and was nesting inside my ass. Of course he also wanted to feel how wet my cunt was and commented on that extensively and laughing. Afterwards he went over to my little asshole, praised it for its beauty and closeness, opened it and could not believe that my well-formed sphincter muscle had already been enterd by a dog knot. I had, without the men noticing, a small fine climax while his fingers were driving in my intestine.
Suddenly there was movement in the two men. Without warning, one of them pulled away his shoe and stood upright, while the other one also stood upright and against the wall. Out of the corner of my eye I could see how Hank greeted a muscular and tall black man, who was probably the chief of the guard brigade. He was an almost military authority figure. Hank and he hugged each other and said a few words.
Hank, the gentleman and one of the two guards started to move while the other one, whose shoes I had licked, grabbed my dog leash, kicked my ass several times and asked me to come along. Crawling and on all fours of course.
The men went quickly, and I had difficulty not scraping my knees completely on the rough concrete floor. My fishnet stockings, on the other hand, were torn immediately. After we had turned two corners, we came to a heavy iron door that was open. The others had already entered the room. As I crawled in, too, a picture of horror presented itself.
The large and comfortably warm room seemed to be the anteroom for the heating system of the high-rise building. Thick metal pipes ran over the entire ceiling, radiating heat. I knew the smell that surrounded me only too well. It smelled like sweat, excrement and dog. The smell immediately sent a shiver of excitement through my body.
Slightly offset to the rear was a black lacquered wooden platform several meters wide and deep. Around the pedestal stood, completely disordered, perhaps a dozen chairs, all but two of which were unoccupied. All the men in the room, there were perhaps a good dozen, wore guard uniforms and black cloth masks, one had a large German Shepherd dog on a leash, another had a small camera in his hand, but he casually held it to the side and it didn’t seem to be running right now.
On the pedestal, somewhat averted, was a coarse wooden chair to which a sinewy, gaunt, pitch-black man was tied. He was naked, his hands tied behind his back, and his feet were tied to the feet of the chair with coarse rope, so that his legs were spread wide apart and his sex was stiff. When I saw it, a shiver went through me. For not only was it beautifully shiny and huge in its protruding stiffness, but in addition there was a hard and firm wooden humbler screwed between scrotum and cock, which stretched the entire skin of the sex and completely eroticized me. The man’s head – he had to be very young, because his body and his shiny skin were taut and unconsumed – was covered with a black jute sack, which was also closed with a coarse rope at the neck. He looked like a delinquent condemned to death, who was granted one last time the delights of excitement, and the bloody marks all over his body, but also on his legs and thighs, suggested that this young black man had already been whipped and punished.
In the middle of the platform, kneeling on all fours and in doggy position, was a very thin and bony black woman, and as her face was turned towards the door, I recognized the young Rita who had tormented me so much just a few days ago.
Rita was not only on all fours, her wrists and ankles were bolted to the podium with heavy steel clamps, as were her forearms below the elbows. Her upper body lay on a saddle whose mounting tube was screwed through the wooden platform. Her obscene motionlessness had something exciting about it, had it not been for her distorted and chapped face. A thick black tape was stuck over her mouth, suppressing her moans. And she moaned incessantly and had most likely screamed her heart out before her mouth was finally closed. One eye had disappeared behind a bloody and swollen hematoma, while the other stared into the room, expressing nothing but despair, panic and horror. Her hair had been roughly cut off, torn out in clumps in some bloody places and even burned off at the side. I felt it turn my stomach and I became frightened.
The man behind me kicked me in the butt again and ordered me to crawl faster and get up on the platform. When I finally got to the podium and crawled around Rita, I saw that there was no part of her body that was not bruised, cracked or swollen. There were several burns on her thighs, which must have been caused by cigarettes being stubbed out. Her back looked as if it had been whipped hard for hours, with welts, swollen redness and cracked skin everywhere. Long scratch wounds indicated that several dogs had also had their way with her body, and these dogs had not worn paw pads. Long skewers had been driven through their small dog tits and their nipples were covered with blood. Her cunt was a porridge of flesh, her asshole was bleeding and beneath her was a big lake of excrement, piss, sperm and vomit.
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