The closer I came to Prince’s rear end, the more intense the dog excrement smell rose into my nose. I sucked his balls, and when I finally got to the hard bristles around his asshole and my nose touched the soft asshole, I had to choke a bit. But I didn’t care. Because the cameraman wanted to see how my tongue went deep into the dirty fur around the stinky hole, I took the long hair in tufts into my mouth and finally sucked the hard bristles around the asshole, dyed brown by the dog shit, extensively with lips and tongue. Over and over again.
Kneeling over Prince, it was not possible to do anything else but press my nose on the soft asshole of the dog. And I knew that this was what the cameraman wanted to see. So while I was licking and sucking, I kept rubbing my nose over the hole, opened my mouth, put my lips over the sphincter, flicked deep into the hole, licked the hairline underneath the asshole again, and pressed the tip of my nose first against the hairy body, and then finally, as a perverted climax, deep into the dirty asshole until my nose was stuck up to the nostrils in Prince. Brown slime filled with feces ran from the nose into my mouth, and I couldn’t help but breathe in and swallow the unbearable smell and the disgusting taste of dog excrement. I gasped, stomach acid shot down my esophagus and I choked until I finally threw up.
Immediately the camera went even closer to my face, filming my brown smudged nose, my lips and my also excrement-smeared tongue, which I had to stretch out far for that. The cameraman also filmed the vomit, in which brown threads were floating, before he ordered me to wipe up the vomit with my hands and spread it all over my face. For minutes I gurgled and didn’t utter a word, so much the stench and taste shook me. The obscene comments and laughter of the men bothered me the least.
Twice more, my perverted oral service would be interrupted by crushing attacks, and in total I had certainly delivered more than 30 minutes of footage showing every detail of my perverted behaviour. Eventually, however, the handler gave Prince with a short jerk on the leash the signal to get up. Together with the animal I licked up the last remainder of the vomit, let him lick me off and finally sucked the lips and the smeared dog’s tongue clean.
“Well, thirsty?” asked the cameraman.
Which I modestly affirmed.
“Then I’ll give you something to drink.“
With that Prince was left over Rita, and immediately he started jumping and ramming at her. His privates were not yet extended, but by now I knew dogs too well to not know that only with the ramming movement the cock would come out of the case. And that is exactly how it happened. Prince rammed and as if by chance the tip of his tail slid into Rita’s asshole. I pushed something from behind, licking his pulsating asshole and after a few thrusts Prince drove with the whole length of his cock into the intestines of Rita, who only groaned when the knot in her began to swell, come in and out of her, filling her tot he max.
It was, to be honest, a horny sight, how her asshole was stretched out and the tennisball-sized knot filled her with force, so that her cunt walls, which I now worked on with mouth and tongue, were dented. Lying under Rita I could see how the meatball penetrated deeper and deeper into her intestine, not paying any attention to the narrowness of her anal canal. I wouldn’t have been surprised if the wall of the intestine had burst and the dog sperm had flowed back into my mouth via the cunt. But of course that did not happen. Nevertheless Rita whimpered under the weight, the pushes, the dog claws and the weight of the animal on her maltreated body. Then suddenly there was this strangely transfigured silence in which the dog squirted all its liquids into Rita’s intestines.
So I slipped out from under Rita’s cunt, knelt down and stroked and sucked Prince. I felt his hot cock, I drilled my nose into his rhythmically opening and closing asshole and drove as deep as possible with my tongue into his canal.
For me it was now nothing unusual to suck dog’s asses. But I wished that my new owner would see with what devotion and desire I was ready to carry out every disgusting order. And that Hank would be proud of me. And that the camera would record it all.
I soiled myself again, the dog excrement and my saliva mixed into a slime that smudged my whole face. And I didn’t stop despite burping and choking, for minutes I pressed my tongue into the dog until his knot slowly shrank and he slipped out of Rita’s bowels. Immediately I lay under Rita again and opened my rotten white mouth to let the vast amounts of dog sperm flow into my throat. First the sauce came in a powerful jet that splashed frontally into my face, then it became a trickle, then only drops, until in a long and loud fart Rita got rid of all the liquid in her ass again. And shit. I swallowed it all. Then I was done.
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TRANSFER
Again the black hood was pulled over my head, then we started moving. Through doors, a long corridor, an elevator, again a corridor, neither doors, until we finally came into a room where I was probably already expected. Voices, greetings, rattling, metal sounds. I was led to a chair on which I sat down and whose cold imitation leather made me shiver. My handcuffs were loosened and immediately replaced by straps first on my hands and then on my feet. Then straps followed around the elbows and upper arms and finally around the thighs. My head was squeezed into a hard plastic bowl and also fixed with a leather strap (at least it smelled like it). Then again clattering, footsteps, voices, until this eerie silence started again, in which I only heard my breath under my hood and breathed the unbearable smell of dog shit.
I waited, and shivered, although the room had seemed comfortably warm. All sorts of thoughts flashed through my mind. From fear over the coming pain, maybe even my end, to joy and excitement over all the cocks and asses I still had to serve. At some point the door opened again, a chair was pushed back and forth and an unknown voice began to speak. It was deep and warm.
“You’re Mareike?”
I tried to answer, but couldn’t get a sound out. Instead I nodded, which I could not do because my head was fixed.
“You can talk to me, I can’t see your head moving”, the man laughed.
“Yes, I’m Mareike,” I breathed into the black sack.
“Are you okay?”
“Yes!
“Very nice! My job today is to check your health. For that I will take some blood. The best thing is, you relax. It will give you a little prick.”
A hand squeezed my arm, moistened the depression on my ulna with alcohol, and then it stung. After a few moments, the needle was pulled out of my arm again and a plaster was applied (I knew the procedure from visits to the doctor).
“It’ll take some time to get the results now. In the meantime, I’ll run some tests.” Again I heard footsteps and the door open and shut. So I had not been alone with the man in the room. “I will tilt the chair back and open your legs. It’s just like at the gynecologist. I’m going to insert a speculum and see if you’re all right.”
The back of the chair moved backwards slowly and buzzing, and I realized at that moment that I was sitting in a gynecologist’s chair. Then he used the motor to turn the two rails, on which my legs were fixed, to the side. I felt the tendons on my pubic bone being tightened. The man began to massage my thighs.
“Please relax or it will hurt. I need to open you up a little more.” With that, the motor drove the rails even further apart, which really started to hurt. “Very good. Are you on the pill?”
“Not anymore, no!
“Other contraceptives?”
“No!
He fiddled with my open cunt, examined the labia and the clitoris.
“What a pretty little clitoris. I’m sure it will bring you much pleasure. And everything is so well-formed, even your little asshole. Very pretty.” With that he pushed the cold metal of the speculum into my vaginal canal and turned it up. “Your uterus is unused. You’ve never been pregnant?”
“No! I felt his fingers in my canal, feeling and pressing. It hurt a little, but it wasn’t as unpleasant as I expected.
Then the chair buzzed again, my body was moved to the upright position and a few seconds later I was sitting on the chair halfway normal again. The leg splints were retracted and also my legs relaxed again.
I heard the door open and then nested hands on my black hood and removed them. Although the room was not very brightly lit, the light in my eyes hurt when I started to blink. I seemed to be in a large tiled room with many instruments, treatment trolleys and medicine cabinets. Was it a hospital? A pathology? A private practice? But before I could answer the question, the man who had freed me from the hood and who was one of the uniformed men who had picked me up at Hank’s had already put a blindfold over my eyes again. Again I sank into darkness.
“Please open your mouth,” I heard that warm voice again. Fingers reached into my oral cavity, pressed, worked their way along my teeth and palpated my upper and lower jaw. Then a metal instrument was used to tap my teeth.
“18 missing, 15 filling, porcelain,” after further investigation, “27 filling gold, 28 missing.” Then it went on down. “38 missing, 48 missing. Gums inflamed, no other findings.” Turned to me, “Your teeth are in good condition, but I will prescribe something for the inflammation. “You’re the white sow who licks dogs’ asses for so long?”
I nodded.
“That’s the price, the bacteria attack the mucosa.”
I wanted to answer that I not only lick dog’s asses, but also eat their shit and drink their piss, as anyone can fill my mouth with anything I chew and swallow. I wanted to, but I didn’t because the man had started talking again.
“Please open your mouth again. I’m going to give you something to swallow. This is dissolved amobarbital.” With that, he poured a metal spoonful of something bitter into my mouth and waited until I had swallowed it all. “In a few minutes you’ll get a little dizzy and you’ll perceive everything as if in a mist. But don’t worry, it will stop after half an hour. Do you know what amobarbital is?”
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